Kenny POV
I climb one of the pine trees outside of Kyle's house. I can see right into his room.There's Kyle, changing and getting ready for bed. He still wears Terrance and Philip underwear. He's so pathetic. I unzip my jacket and reveal the polished German steel blade of my mother's meat cleaver. I can see the reflection of his bedroom light on it, he's reaching for the light switch. 25 minutes pass before I lower myself from the tree. I climb the cold and slippery gutters that lead to the roof of his garage, careful not to make any noise. I stand on the edge of my toes near the edge of the roof, I nearly slip and fall but I catch myself on the side of his house. I pry open the window and completely push it up. I firmly plant my hands on the window sill and pull myself into the bathroom of the house. If I remember correctly Kyle's room should be the last door on the left? I sneak out of the bathroom and I am guided by the bright signs on his door. Opening it slowly and quietly, I peek through the door to see if he is asleep for sure. There he is. Mouth open and phone in hand he's fast asleep. I brandish my cleaver and analyze the best way to end his miserable existence. I stood there, watching him for what felt like hours before I took a step into his room. I creep over to the edge of his bed and watch him closer. His eyelids are reddened and I could see that he had been crying due to the trail left from his tears. I wrap my hand in a sock that had been laying on the floor, I swiftly place it over his mouth and watch as his eyes open in shock. He screams into my hand, attempting to flail his body but is quickly frozen in fear as he feels the cold steel blade press against his frail neck. His eyes are moving rapidly around the room, trying to look for someone to help him. He catches my gaze and begins to cry, Knowing the eyes that loom over him are the eyes of death and that they will be the last he will ever witness. He begins sob, trying to beg through the fabric covering his mouth. "Goodbye Kyle." I see his eyes widen as he watches me lift my cleaver. I bring my arm down with great force, severing the arteries and tendons that run through his neck with one swift blow. His eyes drift and he ceases struggling. I swing a few more times, completely shearing through his spine until his head is connected to his body by nothing more than a flap of skin. I lift my hand from his mouth, watching the now lifeless body of Kyle Broflovski. Surprisingly enough, the majority of the blood that had come out of his wound ended up on my hands and nothing more. Well aside from his bedsheets and tank top of course. I thoroughly clean my cleaver, confident that I had been quiet enough as to not wake his family. I left his room, gently closing his door and left through the bathroom window. I jumped off of the garage and bloated back to my house. I arrived winded and tired. Taking a minute to catch my breath I made my way to the front door and walked inside. "Kenny, there you are!" my mother is sitting on the living room sofa. "Butters came here crying, he's asleep in your room right now." "Wait, he's here!?" I panic because he knows that I wasn't hanging out with anyone, and he might figure out that I killed Stan and Kyle. "O-okay, thanks mom." I wash my hands frantically in the bathroom. I had them hidden in my pockets when I walked in the house, but now my coat was starting to smell and you could see the stains starting to show through. Even worse, I can't put the cleaver in my room if Butters is still there. I rip my coat off and stuff it underneath the bathroom sink, hoping that Butters will be gone before my mother cleans the house. I open my door gently and I see Butters lying down with his back turned towards the door. He's on his phone and didn't seem to notice me. "Hey, what're you up to?" I said sarcastically. "Huh!?" He drops his phone and whips his head around to look at the door. "Oh, sorry Kenny you scared me." I walk in and close the door behind me. "What happened, have you been crying?" He looks at me for a few seconds in silence before lying his head down and signs. "Y-yea." "What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be at Token's place for the night?" I seated myself next to him and put my hand on his side. "Something bad happened..." He mumbles, looking as if he is about to cry. "What was it man?" I respond. He tries to speak but hesitates. "Um... Token... " "What happened Butters? Just tell me." "He tried to rape me..." He starts to sob, pushing his face into my pillow. "Wait what?" I lifted his face out of my pillow and I put my hand on his cheek, he starts sobbing and tries to explain to me what happened but is too worked up to get a proper sentence out. "Ok hang on Butters, just relax. Take a deep breath." He takes a minute to calm down before he explains to me what happened. "S-so, T-Token had p-picked me up and he m-made me put on this dress and-and he took me to d-dinner then brought me to his room and..." He trails off starting to sob again. "Ok Butters, you're safe now. Just relax." I stroke his hair and let him cry. I lie down next to him and let him fall asleep in my arms. I've never felt emotional pain like this, what Token did to Butters is unforgivable and he is going to pay for damaging him. I slide my hand out from Butters head and let him readjust so that I can sneak out without being noticed. When Butters is asleep, Token will die.
