Fortune Park: A South Park AU

Chapter 10: Slaughter

  Kyle walked behind the school, looking for somebody.  He saw a figure in the distance, and walked in the direction of them.  He walked faster towards the figure, almost running at them.  His brain was going numb from how much was going around in him.  He noticed as he got closer that the figure was actually Butters, but Butters hadn't noticed Kyle yet.  Kyle tapped his shoulder, feeling Butters flinch as he did so.

Butters: O-Oh hey Kyle.  Ya startled me, I thought you were that kidnapper or something that Stan told me about!

Kyle was smiling.  His smile looked sort of unnerving though.

Butters: Hey Kyle, are ya okay?

Butters tried to put his hand on Kyle's shoulder, but before he knew it he got knocked unconsious somehow.  He woke up, but he noticed that he was tied to an old mattress on an old messed up bed.  He started panicking, hoping that this was all just a bad dream.  

Butters: Kyle?! I-I don't like this prank! I wanna go home!

Kyle: I'm afraid I can't let you do that.

Butters: I won't tell on ya, I promise! I pinky promise!

Kyle: I can't risk the word getting out.  And you want to see Cartman, right?

Butters: Do ya know where he's at, Kyle?

Kyle: I do, and you can see him soon.

Butters: Can't I go home first?  Pretty please?

Kyle's facial expression changed from hysterical to serious.  

Kyle: Look, if you don't shut up, I won't let you see him.  Understand?

Butters: Why can't I see him?

Kyle: Because he's dead.

Butters looked horrified, and he looked like he wanted to vomit.

Butters: W-Why me?

Kyle: Because you're a fucking tattletale.

He wheeled a table over, and it had all sorts of different tools and weapons on it.  Kyle picked up a hammer and some rusty screws.  Butters started silently crying, and Kyle saw he was shaking.

Kyle: I'm going to have fun with this one.

Butters: We can talk about this, can't we?!  Please, let me go home!

He pressed one of the edges of a screw onto Butters' collarbone.  He started hammering it into his collar area, even though screws weren't made to be put in things like that.  Butters started screaming and crying. Kyle punched him in the eye, and pressed with his thumb.  

Butters: W-We can talk this out-!

Kyle: Shut the fuck up, someone's gonna hear us if you keep yelling!

Butters' eyes got wide and he went silent.  Kyle heard footsteps, and rushed to get Butters to act like nothing happened.  

Kyle: If you say anything, I will kill you.

Butters: O-Okay, I promise I won't tell anybody..I pinky promise!

Kyle: After they leave, I will let you go.  I don't want you running and snitching.  Snitches get stitches, after all.

Butters: I swear on my dad's life, I won't tell anybody!

Kyle saw tears beading in Butters' eyes, and he quietly laughed to himself.  

Meanwhile, Stan sat in his room staring at the ceiling.  He was holding his pocket knife, and dragging it across his forearm hoping that would help him feel somewhat "normal" again.  No matter how hard he pressed, he couldn't bring himself out of that shitty feeling of his.  He stared at his phone, and considered trying to call Kyle.

Stan: Huh, maybe he's asleep or something.  I don't want to make him drop grades.

Kyle heard the footsteps upstairs, and he froze.  Butters tried to stay quiet to appease him.  

Kyle: Shh...

Butters didn't say anything.  He was shaking violently, and he was sure he wouldn't make it home tonight.  After the footsteps left and faded, Kyle looked down at Butters.

Kyle: You know... I've always wondered what you taste like..

Butters: W-what..?

Kyle: I want you.  Consider this a.. gift.

Butters: I cant-!  I'm in a relationship!

Kyle: Shh.. that doesn't matter.. he doesn't have to know about this...

Butters felt a tear sneak down his cheek, and he was shaking more.  Now he was sure he'd rather be at home, being punished by his dad for not coming home at the right time.  He felt Kyle try to touch him, and he screamed.

Kyle: Hey.  Don't fucking do that.  I'll kill you, I won't fucking hesitate.

Butters: I want to go home, Kyle.  I want to fucking go home.

Kyle: Oh yeah?  What will you do if I don't let you go?

He punched Kyle.  He started to hit Kyle, and once Kyle got fed up, he spoke.

Kyle: Okay, okay.  Just fucking remember that I'm not a joke, fag.

Butters didn't respond with words.  He just gave him a nervous, simple nod.  Kyle had eventually ended up letting Butters go, and he ran home and locked himself in his room.  Butters sat there, shocked that Kyle had acted so violently towards him.  He felt himself shaking like an Autumn leaf, and he felt genuine fear for the first time in a long time.  He was hugging himself to try to soothe the emotions he was trying to process.  He pulled his phone out of his pocket, and considered calling Kenny and telling him what happened.  But, he didn't want to risk it in case Kyle somehow found out.