Poor and Perverted (Older! Kenny McCormick x Fem! Reader)

Chapter 8: Half Dead

TRIGGER WARNING
This chapter contains scenes of violence. Read at your own risk.

At that point, I pretty much gave up. My body limp and tired, I had accepted what was about to happen. My heart sunk low, a feeling of immense repulsion spread through my body, making me want to gag. I couldn't breathe. My mind was slowly shutting off, accepting defeat.
I couldn't even feel what was happening to my body at that moment. I wasn't even there.

I don't know for how long I had been lying there but the next thing I remember is the door crashing open and I realized I would rather die than let these shitsacks have their way. I snapped back to reality, barely paying attention to the two figures in the doorway. My mind raced and my first instinct was to violently shove the greasy-haired motherfucker off my chest. The guy in the snapback tightened his grip on my wrist and I felt my jaw clench in pain as I was pushed back to the floor in an attempt to get up.
From the corner of my eye, I saw that the shape in the doorway has taken a familiar form.
Kenny.
He grabbed the guy holding my legs down by the collar and threw him to the wall. The fucker groaned and as he was about to get up, Kenny kicked him back down to the ground as he wailed in pain. Kenny glanced over and I couldn't help but smile when he locked eyes with me.
"Watch out!" yelled out a nasal voice as the long-haired dickhead came at Kenny with his blade.
He just barely dodged the knife, avoiding a blow to his chest. Craig threw himself at the cocksucker, pushing him to the floor. In the meantime, I managed to wriggle out of the snapback's grip and finally get back up to my feet. I threw my knee into the his jaw and he fell back in agony. I was pushed to the side as Kenny threw a punch at the knife guy. Blood trickled down his face as he wiped it away with his sleeve.

"You broke my fucking nose, you asshole!" he looked up from his bloody sleeve, his face red in fury. "Oh you little shits are going to fucking die!"
His hand traveled to his waistband and he pulled out a black revolver.
My mouth went dry as I glanced over at Craig who had a colorless expression of fear.
We're fucking dead.
The man with the gun loosely held it aimed at us, the blood from his nose coating his crimson grin. We stood there for what felt like hours until a calm voice interrupted the deafening silence.
"Put the gun down man. You don't want to do this." Kenny took a step forward, his hands positioned in front of him.
"Or what? You and your little boyfriend are going to force me into a gay orgy?" the man spoke cockily, his wide smile displaying two rows of perfectly crooked teeth.
"I'm serious." said Kenny taking another step forward.
"Take one more step and you die." he cocked the hammer of the gun back, still holding it loosely in one hand.
My palms were beginning to sweat. The on edge atmosphere making my heart beat faster than ever, feeling a cold sweat run down my temple. I watched Kenny take another step forward.
The man instantly pressed his finger over the trigger. A satisfying click echoed through the room. Kenny turned to me and shoved me through the door along with Craig.
"What the- Hey! Where do you think you're going?!" the man chased us to the door and the vibration from the firing gun silenced the boisterous fast food place.
A scream of one of the workers had set all hell break loose. I looked over my shoulder and saw the man passed out on the floor as a crowd of hysterical people forced us out of the building.
We weren't complaining though.

The three of us ran to the back of the bistro where we were met with an empty parking lot.
"What the fuck?!" Craig cursed, trying to catch his breath.
My hands were fixed on top of my trembling knees as I choked on my own gasps, panting.
We seriously could've died...
"Are you guys good?"
I looked up at Kenny and he watched me with a look of unease. I quickly composed myself:
"I'm fine."
"...Are you sure? We-" Craig started.
"Yeah..." I felt the inside of my throat tighten, holding back a gust of tears. "I'm okay, don't worry." my voice was shakier than usual, but hopefully they didn't notice.
The memory of what happened in the bathroom kept replaying in my head, but I couldn't let myself show any vulnerability. So as any normal teenager would, I forced my newfound trauma down, deep down.
"That was pretty fucked up, huh?" Kenny's lips shifted into what looked like a worried smile.
"I know right?" I said, forcing an anxious grin as I underplayed the severity of my suffering.
I let out a nervous chuckle as it quickly switched to a giggle, unable to stop. Kenny joined me in my post traumatic ha-ha and Craig didn't look too happy about us laughing hysterically after nearly getting shot and/or stabbed.
"I don't know about you two, but I'm fucking off." he said, the strained expression still present on his face.
I just glimpsed over at him with a nod, powerless against the force that is incongruous laughter. Craig watched us, horrified, giving the two of us the finger as he began walking away.

Kenny and I would not stop laughing until about 5 minutes later when we heard an ear-piercing siren in the near distance.
Fuck, it's the cops.
As if we've never even started laughing, Kenny grabbed my wrist and was about to run until he noticed-
"Your leg!" he cried.
I looked down at my thigh and the previously white bandages have turned a red mess.
"Fuck!" I exclaimed, only now realizing how much pain I was actually in.
My leg looks like someone tried to perform amputation surgery on it.
What the fuck?!¿¡
Once again, without my attention or my consent, Kenny pulled my arms around him and lifted me up, racing forward into the street.
Not again?!