Letters To Kyle

Chapter 33

Happy Pride Month!!! Also from now on I'll be putting the date in each chapter so I can keep track of when i published each chapter.
June 1st, 2020

I saw the scene in front of me and felt like vomiting. No, vomiting and crying. Butters ribbed the knife out of his eye socket and two cops ran to him to put cuffs on his wrists. Another ran to Cartman to apply pressure to his gun shot.

The shot I fired... I felt tears prick the cornera of my eyes before they started rushing down my cheeks. After a few minutes some medics ran in started working on Cartman to get him out of there. Another tried helping me and Butters.

The the next thing I remembered was waking up in a hospital bed and my parents next to my bed crying. "M-mom? Dad?"

"Kyle!" Mom hugs me tightly and Ike walks in with a candy bar sticking out of his mouth. "Ike, Kyle is awake!"

Ike sat in a chair and waved at me. "Hey Kyle... How are you feeling?"

"Everything hurts... What happened?" I asked as I looked at my parents and Ike. Dad looked like he didn't want to say, Ike looked at his lap, and mom bit her lip. "D-did... Cartman die?"

"No." My mom told me. "The doctors are working on him the best they can."

"They arrested Butters and he confessed to everything. They also arrested Tony and Alastor. Butteres told them you and Cartman had nothing to do with it, but they think he's holding out on information." Ike explained.

"Then why do you all look upset?" I asked them.

"Well one we didn't think you would wake up." My dad mentioned and I nodded. "The doctors said you passed out from shock and the lack of blood."

"That's understandable..." I trailed off.

"Kyle you scared us so much." My mom grabbed my hand. "You were asleep for a few days now."

"We think it maybe a good idea if we m-" My dad was cut off my a knock on the hospital room door. "Oh um come in?"

Stan, Pete, and Craig walked in. "Kyle, you're awake." Stan smiled and walked over before giving me a light hug. "You scared me to death!"

Pete looked at my family. "E-excuse me Mrs. and Mr. Broflovski, is it okay we can talk to Kyle alone?" The both nodded and dragged Ike away.

Craig looked out the window and his eyes were puffy. He sat down and glanced at me. Stan sat next to my bed and placed his hand on top of mine. "I should have been there to help." Stan mumbled and Pete stood near the door awkwardly. "We shouldn't have split up. Pete and I should have g-"

"Stan if it wasn't for us we wouldn't have found out more information." Pete crossed his arms and I looked at him confused.

The night Butters was arrested, Stan's POV

The radio station changed once more and we heard a low voice speaking. "You can't hide from us." After the voice stoped more voices joined it in a chant. I couldn't understand it. They just kept chanting.

"Cenabis apud nos ultimum. Nemo servabit te."

More hooded figures walked out of the fog and stood next to the first one.

"Cenabis apud nos ultimum. Nemo servabit te."

I glanced at Pete, and he looked terrified. Shouldn't he be used to cults like this?! He used to be part of one!

"Stan drive!" Pete didn't have to tell me twice I tried to drive, but the truck would not budge. The cult members started walking twords us. "S-Stan... I-I'm about to s-suggest something so idiotic if we were in a horror m-movie would would die."