Maybe if things were normal, Kyle would've turned out to be a nurse or doctor. A scientist. He'd be graduating high school and making college plans.
He looked out the window of the old Civic they stole from Bebe. Kenny drove, the heater on full blast to combat the quickly falling snow. There was an array of hula girls glued to the dash board and a ridiculous plastic disco ball around the rear view mirror. Kyle turned around to glance in the backseat at a sleeping Stan and Clyde- if you could call what Clyde was doing sleeping. Both slumped over but bucked in, as Kyle insisted. The IVs swaying from the car's garnet hooks. The car should be holding a prom dress or graduation gown for Bebe. Certainly not used as a makeshift ambulance.
Kyle wasn't quite sure why he kept thinking about normalcy. He wasn't proud of what he did, asking Bebe for help and then basically robbing her. His act of desperation didn't cancel out hers. Bebe was pretty and smart and could get anyone she wanted. She wanted to be with him because she wanted her children to be Superheroes. It made Kyle feel like he was meant to be bred rather than in a romantic relationship. He wasn't even sure what he wanted.
Normalcy. Kyle wanted to slap himself. It was the end times and everyone knew it. Most of his friends were dead and his best friend was horribly injured and mentally scarred. Now was not the right time for Kyle to fret over his sexuality, or lack of it.
He figured he was an easy choice for Bebe, everyone else was dead, Stan and Clyde incapacitated. It was either him or Kenny if Bebe wanted to make superhero kids, and Kenny had a tendency to disappear.
Kyle watched Kenny drive, eyebrows knitted together in concentration. The sun would be up soon as dawn started to spread over the vast fields of marijuana. They soon found themselves at the gates of Tegrity Farms.
Kyle felt like his stomach had been replaced with a bundle of white hot electric nerves at the sight of it. The gate was made of thick, heavy metal, but someone had broken through to leave a deadly trap for him and his friends.
Kenny parked the car and they got out to check their surroundings. Kyle gripped his arms as he shivered in the cold, his fingernails digging into his skin at the memory. Why did he choose a sleeveless shirt for his superhero costume? "Be careful, we don't know if more bombs are planted out here."
"Doesn't matter." Kenny waved his hand dismissively. "If I get hit by it, I'll show up later."
"Yeah it does." Kyle glared as his fingernails broke the skin. "I'll need an extra set of hands, and not from beyond the grave."
"Fine, sorry, at least help me with the gate." Kenny went to unlatch the heavy door. He knew Kyle had a terrible night, he did too even if he was gone for most of it. "I'm going to need help."
"I can't." Kyle said through gritted teeth.
Kenny cocked an eyebrow. "Why the hell not? I know what happened sucks, but do you have to be a whiny little bitch on top of it?" Kenny growled as he unlocked the gate to carefully open it up.
Kyle's face reddened as his breath came out in little puffs in the cold winter air. "I-I lost my ducking powers. That's why I'm so cold."
Kenny stopped pulling the gate, staring in shock. "What? How?"
"I don't know." Kyle continued, his hands clasped around himself in the frigid air. "After the building collapsed, I had to free Stan. I couldn't use my powers after that."
"So what? You're normal now?" Kenny asked as he opened the gate all the way.
"I wouldn't exactly call this situation normal. But yes, I'm a weak and puny non superhero." Kyle yanked on the gate to show it wouldn't budge for him. "Fuck!" Kyle screamed out into the cold and kicked at the gate a few times.
"Okay, dude chill. Don't want another friend to get hurt. I'll take care of it." Kenny took Kyle by the shoulders to move him away from the gate but…
Kyle threw his arms around Kenny, before screaming out again in frustration. "Did I do the right thing? I couldn't leave Stan for dead." He sobs.
"Yeah you did." Kenny hugged him back as he went to pull the gate, it opened up for him easily. Both friends looked over the fields surrounding the farm as the sunrise peeked up in the distance.
Sleep. Jerk awake. Noise in the halls.
Back to sleep. Jerk awake. Now the sounds of full on screaming and howling down the hall.
"They're gonnna get me next, gah." Tweek muttered to his reflection in the mirror. He ducked his head under the covers again.
"Breakfast." A guard called out as a little window opened up and a tray was slid into Tweek's room.
Tweek wasn't hungry, just scared. He could see eggs, potatoes, and toast. His heart did a little leap at a steaming mug on the tray and he scrambled out of bed to reach for the coffee and drank from the mug greedily.
He spat back into the mug. "What the fuck? Hot chocolate? Arg!" Tweek gritted his teeth, frustrated at this place tricking him again. He threw the mug at the door and sent tiny lightning bolts from his fingertips. They fizzled and died out before reaching the door. He tried to let his ice powers out, only succeeding in turning his breakfast into a solid block of ice. He let out one last spell of confusion, managing to get it out through the slot in the door. The terrified guard ran back down the hall.
"Why are you lying to me? What's making my powers so weak? Who the fuck is watching me through that mirror? You didn't think I would notice?" Tweek screamed at the top of his lungs and threw more ice and lightning around his room. The bolts hit the mirror leaving little singe marks as more ice clouded over the reflection of Tweek in the mirror.
He screamed until he felt his voice cut short and things got hazy. He looked down numbly at a tranquilizer dart in his stomach. "Why are…?" His eyes grew heavy as he fell to the cold floor.
Kenny managed to open the gate and pull Bebe's car in front of the old Marsh family farm house. They were both careful to avoid the long lines of crops in case there were still bombs.
Kyle got out of the car first and shivered. The slowly rising sun cast a shadow, making the house a looming presence to the tired superheroes. Kyle walked up the porch to open the front door but was met with a lock. He felt his pockets for any key. "Son of a fucking bitch. Keys must be back at the apartment. Well that's long gone."
Kenny felt along the outside and slid his nimble fingers to open up a window. "Damn Kyle, too easy to get in. Our security wasn't as good as we thought."
Kyle looked past Kenny and the car, out to the scene where the explosion happened, shaking his head sadly. "I still think someone close to us is the one who planted the bombs. If it was an outsider from Middle Park they would've just robbed us for crops and supplies."
"Like you did to Bebe?" Kenny smirked at Kyle's sour expression. "I know now you're not paranoid considering half of us are dead now. But if we have someone on the inside trying to kill everyone, where could they be now?" Kenny lifted the window and hopped into the house now.
"I don't know." Kyle looked in the car and opened it up. "Stan would never do something like that. Risk killing Wendy or any of us. He wouldn't have a reason to."
Kyle lifted Stan gently in his arms as Kenny spread his cape over him to protect him from the snow as they took their injured friend into the farmhouse.
Stan cried out in little pain filled moans as Kyle carried him up the stairs. The hallway of the old Marsh farmhouse still had family photos. The older Stan got in the photos, the more his smile disappeared. Stan's nearly expressionless in the last family photo before the virus hit.
"Put him in his old room, I guess." Kyle said as he carefully carried Stan upstairs with Kenny behind him to take care of Stan's IV bag. Stan was laid in bed and Kenny hooked the IV bag to an old Broncos lamp. Since there would never be another Super Bowl, Stan had declared the Denver Broncos the football world champions, and no one had disagreed.
Kyle put Stan in his childhood bed and went to grab a blanket off a nearby chair. It was made by hand, most likely by Stan's mom or grandma.
"Wendy?" Stan asked groggily. His eyes cracked open to the place he lost his childhood in.
Kenny touched Stan's hand gently. "Wendy is gone, Stan. I'm sorry." He said gravely.
Stan's tired eyes opened wide and he started to pull himself up and struggle off the bed. "Just kill me then, let me be with her, let this nightmare stop." Stan started to push himself out of bed and sit up. He finally got a good look at what became of his leg. His mouth dropped in horror. "Oh god, it hurts. Wendy is dead and everything hurts."
Kyle grabbed Stan by the arms and pinned him against the headboard to keep him in place. "Stan, goddammit. You're alive and you'll get better. Don't freak out or you'll get worse. Don't get emotional, fuck feelings when we're worried about survival." Kyle felt a twinge of guilt. He stole Bebe's car and now her words.
Stan yelled and flailed, tears ran down his cheeks. He moved his injured legs, blood soaking through the hastily wrapped bandages. "Just let me die with her. I lost my whole world." He screamed.
"I didn't want to have to do this, but you leave me no choice. Kenny help me hold him down." Kyle grabbed into Bebe's sparkly bag and got out some medicine to make Stan go to sleep and hopefully ease his pain and panic. He pulled out the syringe and looked at the vials to make sure it was the right one.
Stan's cries and his fighting got weaker as Kenny held him down. "Dude, I know you're in pain and your legs are gone, but you're making it worse with you flailing around." Kenny felt sick at the sight of Stan, the lower half of his body slowly being covered with blood, staining the blankets under him.
"Wendy…" Stan cried out weakly as he stopped moving. Kyle put his fingers to Stan's neck to make sure he didn't kill him, before he let out a frustrated cry and sank down next to the bed. "It's fucking hopeless. Stan is a lost cause. Now we have to worry about Clyde."
Kenny sank down and put a hand on Kyle's shoulder. Kyle shook him off. "We need to tie down Stan or something so he doesn't try to move again." Kenny said softly. "Then deal with Clyde."
Kyle rubbed his eyes, angry tears stinging his eyes. "Let's get Clyde set up. I can't look at Stan right now. He's in la la land for at least the next few hours."
Kyle got up, his legs shaky as he and Kenny headed back out to the car to grab Clyde. Kyle grabbed the heavier boy and slung him on his back. Clyde started to slide and Kenny caught him quickly.
"I got it. I can hold him if you grab the IV." Kenny picked up Clyde, easier for him since he still had his powers and the two heroes trudged up the stairs. Kenny threw Clyde onto Shelly's bed. Stan's sister was just old enough to succumb to the virus but her room remained untouched with pink walls, teen band posters and stuffed animals. Kenny grabbed a purple unicorn off a shelf and tucked it into Clyde's hand.
Kyle sat down in Shelley's desk chair and looked Clyde over. "Shit, he needs an ICU. Even if we keep him hydrated and fed his mind is gone. It's…it's a waste."
Kenny looked shocked. "Kyle…just go get some sleep. It's been an awful day. We'll figure out Clyde and Stan in the morning."
"Yeah we need to still tie up Stan since he wants to throw himself out of bed. One wrong move and his legs could bleed out." Kyle's eyes were red and strained at this point.
"Kyle…sleep. I'll take care of the patients." Kenny took Kyle's shoulder and firmly pushed him in the direction of the Marsh parent's bedroom.
Kyle nodded, too on edge to think straight. He sunk down on the bed. It was a little dusty but still soft. He found a remote and tried to turn on the TV. He was met with static and nothing to remotely bring in some channels. The internet and phones would eventually break again and with Wendy dead no one would be able to fix them. Her technology powers were unique. Kyle yawned and threw a blanket over his shoulders. He wanted to think of why he was missing his powers and hopefully it would come back if he just believed in himself or some stupid shit like that.
Another bang on Tweek's door as a guard entered the room. "Yard time." He said before slapping some cuffs over Tweek's hands that left them completely covered. "You try to zap or freeze me and you can say hello to Mr Tazer." He grumbled.
"Aw fuck. Too much pressure." Tweek tried to not let his shaking or exhaustion overtake him. He didn't know how long he had been captured but it was over a day since he last had coffee or any caffeine. His mouth felt dry, he had a terrible stomach ache, and his head pounded in pain with every step he took behind the guard. "Please…Can I have some coffee?" He said, grinding his teeth.
"I don't know. It's up to the boss. You're less dangerous off coffee so that's the special orders for you right now. Come on." The guard yanked as Tweek walked down a long hallway. He wondered if Butters or Dougie were locked behind those doors or who else would be in this prison.
"Arg! Goddammit!" Tweek shook his hands in their little holders. He tried to make ice or lighting appear but nothing would come up. It was true, they knew his kryptonite. "Where are you taking me?"
"Told ya. Exercise. Gotta treat you right. You're a special guest." The guard unlocked a door and Tweek could see beyond the long hall where his room was opened up to a larger room crammed with cells. Faces of children looking out curiously. Whispers and pointing, adding to Tweek's paranoia as they passed through to another door.
"Special? I'm not fucking, what do you want from me? What did all those kids do?" Tweek asked.
"Same as everyone else. Disobeying. Impersonating Superheroes. Stealing. Running away." The guard opens up another door, the harsh sunlight pours into the darkness Tweek was used to as he was led out onto a barren slab of concrete. He could tell he was outside, the gray sky with small hints of sunlight reflected back. Fresh snowfall from the horrible night before on the ground. But there was no view to admire. Just a tall gate and an empty track with a familiar face walking back and forth as another guard looked on.
Butters looked tired with circles under his eyes but he let out a smile and little wave as he continued walking laps.
"Go on then, get your exercise. Don't disobey." The guard pushed Tweek forward. He shivered at the coldness and stark light of outside as he started to walk out onto the track to catch up with Butters. Why did he look so cheerful considering what was happening?
"Butters?" Tweek said, his voice a high terrified whisper as he looked back at the guard. "We gotta get out of here, man."
"Oh hey, Tweek. Come on, let's get our steps in." Butters slipped his hands in his pockets.
"N-no. I don't want to obey. What do they want with us?" Tweek shivered in the cold and held out the metal devices covering his hands. "Can't use my powers, I'm freezing, losing my mind."
"They haven't taken you back for a checkup?" Butters asks.
"Checkup? What the hell?" Tweek shakes his hands uselessly, the holder not budging.
"Yeah they check your blood pressure, temperature, what kind of superpowers you have." He lists off as they turn a corner of the yard.
"I don't want them to touch me." Tweek looked around at the tall gate topped with barbed wire surrounding the yard. A pine tree peeking over the wall.
Butters shrugs. "They want to study our superpowers."
"Nnngh." Tweek clenches his teeth, his head pounding as he gripped his hair. "They don't let me use my powers and I don't know why. Now they're doing check ups on us. They're planning something. Too much, too fucking much."
Butters drags Tweek further a few steps out of earshot of the guard. "Shhh. Don't let them hear. They'll let your hands out of those things when they know you won't fight back. The check ups are fine. Maybe they want to let us help people."
"No way man. They don't want to kill us but they're doing something bad." Tweek shivered and felt his stomach turn in. "God I want something warm."
A guard walks up now and slips a coat over Tweek's shoulders. "Boss wants you to quit your bitching."
"Can I have a coat too?" Butters asks.
"No, special orders." The guard said again.
Tweek looked at this kid in tactical gear, gun at his hip and sunglasses. He still had a youthful look. "Shit, you're just a kid. Why are you doing this to us?"
The guard looked at Tweek weirdly. "Don't worry about it. Keep exercising."
"No." Tweek reached out uselessly as the metal encasing his hands clanked uselessly. "Why would you do this? Keep people in prison and be so weird?"
"Stop it Tweek, you're gonna get us in trouble." Butters said nervously.
"No, I want to know. Why am I being lied to! This is bullshit. I want some coffee!" Tweek yells and thrashes his hands around. He builds up more energy but the lightning just sends tiny useless sparks and the ice blows making the jacket over his shoulders blow around him like a cloak.
"Backup, backup!" The young guard held his stick up, in case Tweek went after him. More guards ran up but they managed to tackle Butters instead.
"No, stay away from me. Stop it." Tweek yelled as the guards surrounded me. "I'd rather die than go back to that cell."
A big guard came up now. "Boss says you can have one cup of coffee. But you have to go to your cell and not give us any trouble."
Butters looked up terrified as the other guards dragged him off.
Tweek glares at the big guard, huffing in the frozen morning. "Fine…but don't touch me." A guard went to take Tweek's shoulder but backed off. Tweek held his head high as he could, still shaking, from cold, fear or withdrawal. The other residents of the prison whooped and hollered as Tweek was walked back into the prison for Superheroes. He kept his word and didn't talk or fight as he was escorted to his cell. He sat on his bed, looking at his reflection in the mirror.
"Calm down, Tweek." The guard said.
"Cuffs off. Coffee now." Tweek growled back.
The guard nodded and grabbed keys to start to slip the metal off Tweek's hands. Tweek stretched and clenched his fingers as they were freed. A moment later a styrofoam cup was put in his hands. Tweek felt his numb fingers actually feel as he put the cup to his lips to gulp it down. The pounding in his head finally started to disappear. This coffee was good, familiar in a way. The people who ran this prison probably were Tweek and Craig's own customers, now fully betraying him.
Craig. Tweek gulped down the warmth of the coffee, missing the other comfort in his life. The second most constant thing ripped away from him. Tweek closed his eyes as he finished off the last drop of the cup and the guard reached to grab it.
"No, just give me a fucking moment. Can't believe this happened." Tweek glared but his voice was a touch calmer. He laid down on his bed, the empty cup gripped in his fingers.
Kyle checked on Clyde, leaving Stan to Kenny since it was too hard to look at him. Clyde laid on Stan's older sister's bed, the entire room a time capsule of a teenage girl. Clyde still had his eyes open no matter how much they tried to close them. His body was alive but Clyde was a blank shell of a person. Kyle had it easier to take care of him, at least he wasn't waking up screaming to die like Stan was. The fear was he was never going to wake up and how much should Kyle and Kenny do for him?
Kyle looked over at the open bag of medical supplies, little vials open and spilling out. How soon until they ran out of medicine? Where would they get more and was it even worth it to keep Clyde alive? Or worse run out of pain medicine for Stan and hear him scream and suffer. Which was worse? Being trapped in your body, slowly starving and dehydrating or every waking moment screaming.
In the corner of Shelly's room was a pile of decorative pillows, Kyle contemplated placing it over Clyde's face. Put him out of his misery. What would he want in his position? He needed to talk to someone who had been through it
Kyle got up and found Kenny asleep in a chair next to Stan's bed. An old comic book from childhood draped over his chest. Stan slept in the bed next to him, looking pale but still alive. Kyle tapped Kenny on the shoulder. He twitched slightly, then awoke with a wheeze followed by a harsh cough. Kyle worried that Kenny would die in front of him, or worse, wake up Stan again.
"Dude, I need to talk to you." Kyle whispers to him.
Kenny's eyes finally fly open and he looks around worriedly, "what's wrong now?" He sits up to check on Stan, who remains unconscious.
"I'm worried about Clyde. Well about Stan too but we should get out of earshot." Kyle makes a move to go into the master bedroom.
Kenny gets up with great effort. It felt hard to breathe, his chest heavy. "Do you mind if I lay down?" Kenny didn't wait for an answer as he kicked his shoes off and laid down in the bed next to Stan. "Sorry, man. I won't jiggle the bed too much." He said to a sleeping Stan.
"Jesus, you're really sick aren't you?" Kyle put a hand on Kenny's forehead, it was blisteringly hot.
"Just from the wet clothes and snow. I'll get over it." Kenny coughed into his sleeve.
"I don't want another sick person to take care of, you shouldn't be around Stan if you're that sick. I wanted to talk about..." Kyle looked down the hall at Clyde's room, "we're going to run out of supplies, maybe what we have will last a week. Maybe less if you also need antibiotics or other medicine. Stan and his legs, he can get an infection easily and needs pain medicine. We need to keep Clyde fed and hydrated, but he seems like a lost cause."
"What do you want to do? What can we do?" Kenny coughed again.
"Clyde is brain damaged. I don't think he'll ever snap out of it. I don't want to do it but maybe we should let him go." Kyle looks away from Kenny now.
"I mean.." Kenny's mouth drops open. "He shouldn't suffer but that's so…damn." Kenny coughs into his sleeve again. "I understand what you want to do, but how can we?"
"Maybe a pillow over his face?" Kyle recoiled at the shocked look on Kenny's face. "Is that too harsh?"
"I've died many times, but yeah. Awful way to go." Kenny curled over on himself for another round of coughs. "Maybe I should kill myself and get rid of whatever this is."
"Don't you dare." Kyle hissed. "Don't leave me with them. I need your help. What if we're attacked? Run out of food? Medicine? What if Stan or Clyde die?"
Hearing his name, Stan let out a little moan as he started to come out of his stupor. Kenny coughed but leaned over to put an arm around Stan to settle him again, pulling the covers to his legless friend's chin.
"Stan…he has fight left in him. We can help him recover if you don't infect him. Manage his pain, keep him safe from himself until he snaps out of it. Clyde on the other hand…" Kyle sighs.
Kenny turns to cough again, his whole body rattling as he wheezes. "What you should do, to Clyde, possibly to me, is load up one of those syringes with the strongest painkillers and send Clyde on a nice goodbye. Bury him in the garden." Kenny laughs bitterly as he coughs again.
Kyle looks at the sparkly bag holding a combo of lethal drugs. "No, I mean. I wanna save that stuff for Stan's pain. But I mean, you and Stan should both take something for infections if that is what's wrong with you, but you're the one with powers still. If someone comes for us." Kyle sits down next to the bed, putting the bag on the counter.
Another big cough, but not from Kenny this time. Stan's eyes crack open and he turns his head ever so slightly. "Kill me too. Kill me first." He whispers through cracked lips.
"Stan, goddammit. No, that's not the answer." Kyle takes the bag carefully off the bedside table out of Stan's reach.
Kenny turns sympathetically to Stan. "Hey, dude. I know it's awful and you're in pain. Don't talk like that. You may want to die but we need you, the world needs you. Just try and get better."
"No…you don't get it." Stan rasps weakly. "I'm nothing without her."
Kyle rolled his eyes. "I can't believe you. Let me stab you with a needle right now to overdose you if you think your life is over because of your girlfriend. Yes, Wendy is dead but you're going to throw everything away over that?"
"You have no idea, Kyle. You did this." Stan says tiredly. "You don't love anyone."
"Don't…Stan, don't peg this on me." Kyle wanted to throttle him, but that would give Stan the satisfaction of having his death wish granted.
Stan stared up at Kyle, eyes icy and defiant. "Fuck you. Never had a heart a day in your life."
Kenny coughed as he painfully sat up in bed next to Stan. "Both of you shut up. Stan, let's get you more medicine to send you off to la la land."
"No…I don't want to waste it. I deserve to feel every little thing." Stan says bitterly, every word coming out with great effort.
"Stan…" Kyle angrily got up, holding the bag of drugs in his hand out of Stan's reach. "You have to keep up with antibiotics and fluids. You have to try and eat something. If you want to face what happened, fine. I'm sorry you lost your legs but I'd regret it more if you lost your life."
"We could use the painkillers to take care of Clyde." Kenny said weakly. "Or me."
"Or off me with it." Stan said, sitting up slowly before sinking back down.
"Dude come on. We'll give you something, Stan." Kenny says.
"I'll-I'll take care of the drugs. No one is dying, we're not gonna kill each other. Not you Stan, not Kenny, …not Clyde either." Kyle peeks down the hall. "You guys stay here and get some rest. I'll try to cook something all four of us can eat. Keep the drugs secure." Kyle slings the sparkly bag over his shoulder and squares up to leave the room and down the stairs before Stan or Kenny can argue back.
Kyle stalked down to the kitchen and looked over various items they had. When he was a kid his mom would make beef or chicken soup when he and Ike were sick. Or even go traditional with matzo balls. Not that there were any chickens or cows available for Kyle to try and recreate the recipe. They didn't even have noodles. But he could try to come up with making a vegetable soup for everyone to try and keep his fucked up friends fed and hydrated.
Kyle took out a pot to start to make something to eat, knowing he had to go out to the barn to get fresh snow to have water to wash the vegetables and boil the soup. He grabbed the heavy cast iron pot and slipped on his coat and some snow boots near the front of the house. They were goddamn lucky to have a source of fresh water out here and a place to grow food. Meat excluded. More privileged than most.
Kyle walked out to the well, intrusive thoughts getting to him. He had dated girls as a kid, but never felt that connection. Shrugging it off as being young. He grew up fast in harsh times, they all did. Stan and Wendy ended up together, Kenny had his girlfriends on and off, even Clyde dated girls on and off but it never happened for Kyle. Tweek and Craig were also on the other side of the coin. Kyle thought a bit about dating another guy, not really having any feelings for anyone around him. Their peers always made fun of him and Stan for being as close as boyfriends, but that never had happened and Kyle saw Stan as a brother at this point.
Bebe hitting on him awakened something that had been bothering him for a few years. He thought girls were pretty but didn't want to be with them. He thought boys were handsome but didn't want to date them either. Nothing felt right. It wasn't something to even be worried about when he and his friends had been fighting for survival all these years. But he hated to admit Bebe was right. They had to have kids to keep going and their group was the oldest.
Kyle didn't want that.
He shook his head as he trudged through the snow. There was a pump by the barn which connected to a filter for snow that provided fresh water to South Park and Tegrity Farms. Another thing to worry about, Stan put it together with his superpowers. If he was out of commission, or worse, died would that be another thing to try and fix? Things were already collapsing if the internet went down. Maybe the Coon and Friends got cocky, thought that they were invincible. That no one could hurt them like this.
Kyle's head snapped up as his train of intrusive thoughts were interrupted by a thunk thunk sound at the gates. It was Bebe and she looked pissed off. Her pretty face in a snarl as she hurled another rock at the gate. Kyle whipped out his phone to text if Kenny could come take care of Bebe.
He peeked around the gate, not wanting Bebe to see him. She couldn't open the gate since it was heavy enough only someone with superpowers could let her in, he didn't have powers and the only other options were someone in a coma, with no legs, or hacking up a lung.
Shit, they really did need to make more superhero kids. Well Bebe could have her pick, as long as it wasn't him.