The beginning of the end• Crenny story• South park~(completed)

Chapter 4

Warning! The following chapter contains descriptions of dead bodies, blood, murder and various others. This may be triggering to some audiences, so if you are easily scared, or have a light stomach, I recommend skipping to when they leave the house. Thank you, and enjoy

The fire crackled in front of them. Kenny was buttoning up an oversized shirt he "borrowed" from the man's wardrobe.

"Isn't it a bit fucked up wearing his clothes?" Craig asked, still watching the fire burn. Kenny turned to Craig, with an angry face, and replied,

"I think the fucked up part was murdering him!". 

Craig felt a pang in his heart when Kenny spoke to him so harshly, but chose to ignore it.

A few hours earlier, the two boys stood in the bedroom, watching the blood pool under the man who lied dead in front of them. Craig felt the contents of his stomach come up and made a mess next to himself. He immediately recovered and stood up straight.

"Sorry." he uttered. 

"It's okay."

"Should we call the police?"

"What?!"

"It was self defense."

"We broke into his house."

"He was gonna hurt you."

"You really think they're gonna believe that?"

"It's the truth."

Craig began to question Kenny's mental state, as he was weirdly calm, but knowing Kenny, he's probably seen people die all the time as a kid, so this isn't that far from the norm to him. On the outside, Kenny seemed calm, he's gotten good at not reacting to death anymore, but deep down, he was panicking. At least all those other times, it wasn't technically his fault, but this time, he was gonna be in deep shit.

"We need to get rid of the body." He spoke, moving forward. Craig obeyed, seeing that Kenny seemed to know what he was doing. They attempted to lift the man out of the house to, most likely, bury, but he was too heavy for them to lift.

"Can you put more back into it Craig?!"

"Sorry, I'm panicking!"

"I'm the one with blood on my face!"

"I'm the one with blood on my hands!"

"Okay, there's no use in arguing. We need to clean everything up. Leave no trace of us. If we can't get rid of him, we need to get rid of us."

As Kenny talked, Craig zoned off. He stared at the mans pale, lifeless face. After Kenny called his name a few times, he snapped back to reality.

"What?"

"We can't let anyone know we were here, okay?"

Craig nodded, and stepped out of the pool of blood, making footprints.

"Take your shoes off!" Kenny shouted, pressing his hand to his face. Craig was still a bit shaken, so he just went with whatever Kenny shouted at him. Kenny wasn't usually this loud and angry, but, granted, he did just almost get raped, then witnessed his boyfriend murder the rapist.

As they cleaned, somewhere along the way, Kenny turned on the radio. He said it'd be more calming if they listened to music whilst they cleaned. It sorta did. They mainly listened to The neighborhood and Twenty one pilots.  As Kenny aggressively wiped the floors, he heard a bang upstairs.

"Craig?" He asked, to no one in particular. He followed the noise, which is something Craig would've yelled at him for, but whatever. When he found the source, all he saw was Craig staring at the body. He looked so scared, like he just saw a ghost, but Kenny knew that he was probably just realizing what he had done.