The Black Mamba || South Park || Mafia AU

CHAPTER 11

"It was the last day of school, and once we all threw our papers at the sky and ran out, we all got in my truck. Me and Kyle were in the front seat, Kenny, Stan and Butters in the back. Clyde, Tolkien, Craig and Tweek were in the bed with the goth kids. Butters even brought a friend from a camp his parents sent him to when we were younger. I think his name was Bradley or something. Anyway, we all went and bought a keg and beer, and we all went to Lenny's. Since you know. It was pretty much our place."
"I remember when we were there, I would look around and see everyone laughing and having fun, but Kyle was just sitting in silence. He was making that same face he did when we were burning our clothes."
"Everyone was having fun and being really loud, and then I saw headlights emerge from the brick. I went to go see what it was, and peered around the brick corner. I saw a car with four men getting out, two of them cocking guns. They were wearing outfits similar to the guy I shot that one time. I tried to silently act out what was going on to Kyle, and finally he got it."
"He tried to evacuate most of the kids there, but a lot of us were still there. I began to run towards the truck so that we could all leave, but one of the men caught up to me, and held me down."

"Who's the leader here?" The man scowled in Eric's face. He grunted as he tried to squirm out of his hands. The man punched Eric on the cheek. "Who is he? I won't say it again!" Eric realized he wouldn't be able to get out of this one.
"M-Me." He mumbled. "Alright." The man said. He signaled his fingers and his men moved forward. "Did you kill one of my men?" The man asked.
He reluctantly nodded. The man grinned. "Please don't kill me.. I didn't know what to do! He was coming after us and-" "Silence!" He called. Eric fell silent. "I'm not going to kill you. But since you killed one of my men, I'll have to kill one of yours." Eric's face went pale. The man threw Eric into two of the men and one held each of his arms.
Eric helplessly watched as he was restrained. The man slowly approached the kids. He looked around and noticed a scrawny blonde boy in a blue jacket. "That one." He pointed. "No! He didn't do anything wrong! Don't kill him, please!" Eric screamed.
Butters began to panic once he saw the man pointing his finger as Kenny held his trembling hand. "W-What does he want me for?" He asked. "I don't know. Just go with him and don't fight. He might kill you." Butters' grip tightened on Kenny's hand.
A man approached Butters and grabbed him by his hair. "Ow! That hurts!" He shouted. Kenny's face was pale as the man dragged Butters away from him.
The man threw Butters to the leader and he held him by his shoulders. Butters began to tremble and his knees became weak. Kenny saw from afar that the man holding Butters reached into his belt. Kenny's eyes widened. He began to run after the man and pushed him off of Butters.
When the man was knocked back, his gun fell out of his hand. As Eric watched in horror, Kenny was peeling the men off of him. Everything was happening so fast, and suddenly a man screamed bloody murder. Behind all the chaos, Eric saw Kenny's bloodied face with a severed ear in his mouth.
Kenny spat the ear out of his mouth and wiped his face. "Leave him alone!" Kenny roared. Butters was on the ground crying behind Kenny. All of a sudden, a man from behind clocked Kenny in the side of the head with the handle of his gun.
Kenny fell to the ground, and Butters screamed. He thought the man killed him. Butters crawled to Kenny and tried to wake him up. "Kenny! Kenny, please, wake up!!" He screamed.
He shrieked as the man who clocked Kenny dragged Butters to the leader. The leader got on top of him and grabbed his collar. Butters cries became desperate. The man cocked his gun and put it to his head.
"M-My name is Leopold Stotch, my fathers name is Stephen, my mothers name is Linda, I live in South Park, Colorado, my best friends are Kenny, Tolkien and Bradley, please don't kill me! Please don't kill Kenny they're all I have!" He wailed.
The man paused as he watched Butters cry beneath him. He let down his gun and got up. The leader kicked Butters in the side and Butters was sent sprinting off the ground. "I hate it when they cry. Get me another one." Eric felt a rush of relief run through him. All of a sudden, adrenaline had kicked in, and Eric elbowed both the men in the crotch. As soon as the men strained, Eric got up and ran.
Butters ran after Kenny. "Kenny? Kenny! Wake up, Kenny, please!" He cried. He sobbed as he looked behind him. Butters picked Kenny up and weakly hoisted him over his shoulders and slowly trudged off.
The leader looked around and found another. "That one." A man from behind put his gun against the back of Tolkiens head. His face ran pale. Eric stood behind a fence, and Clyde stood behind the dumpster, watching. The rest already ran.
Tolkien quickly hit the man in the hand, causing him to drop his gun. He turned and punched the man in the face. He began to run, but the leader caught him by his shirt, and pulled him backwards. He squirmed and screamed.
When Tolkien turned to face the leader, he noticed a pale little face in the background. It was Eric's. He gave him a sinister look, one Eric's never seen before. There was so much hate in his gaze, Eric knew it was all his fault. A single tear ran down Eric's face, and he continued to run.
Tolkien scoffed in shame, and then looked up at the leader. The leader had his gun straight at his forehead. Tolkien was stuck. He knew he was fixing to die. As soon as the leader pulled the trigger, Clyde emerged from the shadows and pushed the leader, sending his bullet from Tolkiens head to his chest. He screamed as the bullet hit, and Clyde landed on the leader. He began to beat his face, and grabbed a rock, assuring himself this man shall never wake up. Once Clyde was done, and got up and went to tend to Tolkien.
"Hey! Hey! What's going on?" Clyde asked, bent on one knee. Tolkien looked down at his hand and lifted it, blood covering his palm. "I-It's okay. Here. I'll get you to a safe spot and I'll call an ambulance." Clyde scooped his arms under Tolkiens and dragged him behind a building.

Meanwhile, Butters was still trying to wake Kenny up. With no prevail, he decided to lay with him until he did, or until someone found them and took him to be buried. Although, that never happened, because once Kenny woke up, he realized he wasn't with the rest.
"B-Butters?" Kenny weakly asked. Butters looked up at Kenny. "Kenny! Oh, I thought they killed you!" Butters hugged Kenny tight. "Where are the rest? Are they okay?!" Kenny exclaimed. "I don't know. After they let me go, I just left with you and never looked back." Kenny looked up. "There's sirens. They should be gone. Come on, we gotta go check on them." "I-... okay.." Butters said. The two got up and ran around the building. Kenny saw an ambulance with someone inside, a man on the back with a blanket, and a covered body in front.
Kenny's heart broke. He ran after the man in front. "Clyde!" Clyde let down his blanket in relief. The two hugged. "Who died?! Please tell me, Clyde.."
"It was one of the men. We're all fine." Clyde said. Kenny rested his hand on his chest, sighing in relief. "Then who's up there?" He asked, looking at the gurney inside the truck. "Tolkien. They say the bullet went in and came right out, and it wasn't anywhere vital." "Oh, thank god." Butters said, fidgeting with his hands.
"Where's Eric?" He asked. "Only god knows. He ran as soon as he got the chance." Clyde said with a screwed up face. Kenny sighed. "I'm glad we're all okay." Kenny said. "Yeah." Clyde agreed. "When they're done hooking Tolkien up to all that stuff in there, they said they can take us to the hospital with him. I called Tweek and Craig and they already said they'd come." "Okay. We'll come with. Right, Butters?" "Y-Yeah."