Hide away (Stan Marsh x Kyle Broflovski)

Chapter 21

"I... My abilities? I'm nothing special." Kyle said, and Craig crossed his arms as he leaned back in the seat. Tweek placed a hand on Craig's thigh and sighed. Stan looked over at the redhead, raising his eyebrow but not saying anything.

"The only thing I was given was advanced learning. That's how I've learned so much about the outside world in only two months." The redhead frowned, and Craig clicked his tongue. Kyle gripped his fingers, Craig's gaze piercing him harshly.

"Advanced learning isn't necessarily a weak power, to say the least. Kyle, you could use that power to help many people."

"Wait, Craig. You've been out of the lab for years now! Do you know anything about it all?" Stan asked, and the other raven-haired man shook his head. Tweek, who had been quiet the majority of the time, cleared his throat and looked at Stan.

"The most we know is that some people in this town work there. We don't know who or even where the building is." Tweek sighed as he shakily sat his cup down. The blonde looked at Kyle with a smile. "This is a lot of pressure on you, I can tell. Just tell us what you know, anything at all. How you got to the lab? Anyone out here that knows about you or the lab, anything at all."

Kyle nodded slowly and began to explain. Tweek and Craig listened intently, and Stan frowned a bit. He felt left out, but at the same time, he understood. He hadn't gone through what these three had, only having small glimpses as to what horrors they faced. Stan wanted to be able to contribute, but... How?

"Wait, your parents actually live in South Park? My birth giver and doner just dropped me off and never came back. I eventually met my family, though."

"Craig, how old were you when you were brought to the lab?"

"A couple months old."

"What?!"

"This isn't about me, dammit. You said you met your brother? What was he like?"

"I don't know. I was a mess after I found out why I was put in that hell. Stan was the only one that talked to him."

The group looked at Stan expectantly, and the raven-haired removed his phone case. He handed the photo to Craig and Tweek, a small smile on his face when Tweek let out a tiny 'aww'.

"His brother said there were multiple pictures of him in their attic. He's been wanting to ask about Kyle for a while, wanting to know who he was, but he never did. He gave us this picture, and there's a number on the back. His name was Ike-"

"Ike?!"

"The Canadian boy?"

"Black hair and-gah! Freckles?!"

Stan nodded slowly, eyes wide at the couple's outburst. Craig ran a hand through his hair, and Tweek got up to grab his hand.

"We have to call Tricia, Craig. Tell her to get Ike here."

"Tweek, you know I hate getting her involved with this shit."

"Craig...! What if this get's us-ah! Closer to finding out everything and saving all those people...!"

Craig looked at Kyle and Stan with a frown. The Peruvian male walked over to Kyle and looked at his serial number once again.

"462-139-008. The first three numbers tell us how dangerous you are 100-500 aren't dangerous. Obviously, 501-999 are pretty bad. The middle number tells you what group you're a part of. Tweek and I still don't know what that means exactly, but we're assuming it also has something to do with abilities. The last number is the last three digits of the ear you were brought in." Craig said, moving to grab his phone.

"Now we can either call the number on the back of the phone or call my little sister. But I swear to fuck, if anything happens to her, I'll beat both of you into the dan ground." Craig growled, and Stan and Kyle nodded quickly.

The duo shared a glance, Stan, once again grabbing Kyle's hand while the redhead stared at the photo.