Butter's POV
The hairs on my neck stood on edge when the blood curdling scream of a teenage boy rang out to my right. It was Eric's no doubt, was he getting mugged? I had to help him! I bolted my into the dirty alley, my heart racing. I turned the corner and then... I was face to face with my love, straddling a lifeless bag of fat. He had a wooden plank clutched to his chest and was shocked to see me as much as I was to see him. This can't be happening, there is no way, he couldn't have killed him, he's so sweet. "Butter's this isn't what it looks like, he-he-he-he came at me and I just..." I backed away from him slowly. "Butter's please you gotta believe me, right?" He jolted up from the corpse. "I love you, I was just doing what was best- I mean what-" I could hardly look at him. I recalled gazing into his eyes just moments ago at his house. I felt safe and warm, he was a weighted blanket for my soul. Whenever I had thought of my future with him, it was soothing. But being face to face with him now had the gears turning in my head. It became clear as day... he was a killer, the same type of person everybody had told me he became while he was away, with evidence to prove my convictions. I felt the tears beginning to well within the corners of my eye. He moved closer, still trying to plead his way out of the grave situation. Guilt hadn't struck him, but an anxious dread of my next reaction. I turned to run, then I began to sprint. Trying to get away from the athletic murderer I once loved. "GET AWAY FROM ME YOU PSYCHO!!!" I felt tense relief when his footsteps came to a halt, and I was almost out of the alley when something crumbly struck the back of my skull and sent me to the ground. Ringing vibrated throughout the concussed mush that my brain had become. I twitched... tried to lift my head, but the seductive drunkenness of unconsciousness overtook me like a wave.
And so my thoughtless body lie in the back alley. I wonder what Kenny had thought when he looked at the aftermath of his actions. His hatred for others boiling over to the one he loved truly, at least I had thought. But now, I have become just another victim of the serial killer that feeds off the residents of South Park
