A/n: 1) Please comment! I love reading all the comments you all make! They're funny! Your predictions are also fun to read.

2) Guys I'm planning on having a lot more chapters after the whole Butters thing. So if you think this is the main drama of the story you got a whole lot more coming!

3) I don't just add characters for laughs and stuff. There's a reason I add characters and plots.

4) Look for clues

Stan's POV

I can't believe this. Kyle is gone and I'm stuck with Pete. I felt him staring at me intensely. What's wrong with him? "What is i-"

Pete cuts me off. "Thanks for what you did at the party."

I nodded as I kept looking at the road. "Anyone would have helped."

"Not really." He shrugged and looked out the windshield. "I don't have many friends."

Ugh why do I feel so guilty aboit this? "Hey... Kyle is your friend, right? So is Henrietta, Firkle, Michael, and Craig."

Pete stays quiet for a moment. "Stan, Michael and I are..." I could tell it was hard for him to speak.

"You don't have to explain Pete." I reassure him. I feel my phone buzz, and pulled over. A text from Ike pops up saying they found the killer's hideout and he called the cops.

I wanted to go and see for myself who the killer was, but something was twisting in my heart. Like a warning for me not to go. I glanced at Pete and barely caught something shinning in the light of a streetlap.

Pete was crying.

I started my truck and started driving to my house. "Stan? Where are we going?"

"My house." I mumbled and I took notice that Pete tenced up. "Don't worry I'm not going to do anything. We just need to talk. Ike messaged me, and they called the cops. They're at the killer's hideout." I explained to what looked like a terrified Pete.

"Oh..." He looked out the window before looking back at me. "Can we just pull over instead?"

I could tell Pete was very uncomfortable so I did. We just sat in the cold truck. A hundred thoughts flew through my head. I feel guilty for thinking Pete was stealing my best friend.

"Stan... Do you remember what happened when we were thirteen?" I heard Pete whisper. It made me think. What happened when we were thirteen? "At Wendy's party?" Memories flooded into my brain when he said that. The party we was talking about happened a few weeks after Wendy and I broke up.

~Flashback~

"It's a party!!! Whooooooop whoop!" Kenny yelled. Kyle rolled his eyes and Cartman was bored. I held my cup of grape kool-aid and looked around.

"Why was I even invited?" Cartman grumbled.

"Wendy invited all of us so I don't know." Kyle shrugged.

"I didn't ask you Kyhl." Cartman said annoyingly.

"Oh shut up fatass." Kyle retorted.

"I'm big boned!" Cartman hissed, but I drowned the two out.

I just kept looking around and noticed threw of the four goth kids show up. "What are they doing here?" I whispered.

"Oh Wendy invited them." Nicole popped up next to me before walking away with Token.

I just watched the goth kids standing awkwardly next to the wall. Henrietta and Michael were chatting and Pete was looking down at his red solo cup. He looked like he was upset or something was bothering him.

"Heeey! Let's play seven minutes in heaven!!!" Kenny yells and most of the people at the party agreed. I noticed someone hand out paper and pens, and they even gave some to the goths. They actually took part in it and wrote down their names on paper before placing them in a hat. "Birthday girl first!"

Wendy giggled before going into the closet blindfolded. Kenny pulled out a name. "Clyde!" The Clyde went into the closet and my heart sank. Sure Wendy and I just broke up a weeks ago, but I still liked her. He better not try anything.

Seven minutes went by and Clyde walked out holding his eye followed by an angry looking Wendy. I chuckled before Kenny pulled another name out. "Stan! Get in there bud!" He handed me a blindfold.

I tied it around my head and someone led me into the closet. I heard the door close and I sat down. I waited and waited, and soon the door opened. I was so nervous when I heard the door close again. I knew someone was in the closet with me though. They got close to me and I felt their finger intertwine with my own. To be honest it felt like something from a movie.

I felt them get close to me before lips touched my own. The were soft and almost felt like Wendy's. I grinned a little and they moved away. "I.... I'm sorry I can't do this." I heard a boy's voice. They sound like they were about to cry. It made me think of Butters and I mentally gagged.

They sat next to me against the wall. This person sounded familiar, but I couldn't place where I heard them. "I'm... I'm just gonna leave." I felt them stand up, but I grabbed their hand. I was blindfolded, but I could tell where they were. "S-stan?"

"Who are you?" I asked and they tried to leave, but I pulled on their arm and they accidentally fell on me. "Sorry."

They tried to to get back up, but I hugged them. I wasn't going to let go until I found out who this was. "Stan please let go..."

"Not until you tell me who you are." I told him. I knew for a fact it was a guy.

"Pl-please." I heard their voice crack. I felt something wet hit my arms.  I let go and they got up. I stood up and I was still holding their hand. "St-" I kissed them. I felt them tense up and I stopped. "Stan... I should go..." The pushed my hand away from them and they left the closet. For some reason I felt hurt and uneasy.

~End of flashback~

"W-what about that party?" I asked. Shit don't tell me...

"You were my first kiss." Pete was still staring out the window. I felt my heart sink even more and I felt even more guilty than I did before. The person that caused so many restless nights was sitting next to me. The person who was the reason I questioned so many things about myself was here in the same truck as me. The person who I should be mad at for making me question my sexuality at one point was here. But instead of wanting to yell at him I wanted to to do the complete opposite.

In fact I wanted to hug him. He just looked so weak and fragile. It felt like if I yelled at him or something he would brake. I felt like I need to protect him. "Pete I-"

"Thank you again about the Michael thing... Who knows what might have happened if you didn't." Pete mumbled.

"Did Michael ever hurt you?" Pete just started out the window before slowly nodding. I felt so angry for some reason and I hugged Pete. I could tell he was surprised. "I won't let him hurt you ever again Pete."

"You don't need to Stan..." He trails off. "I probably deserve it..."

"No you don't Pete." I just keep hugging him. We just sat in silance until the radio turned on by itself. The channel kept changing slowly and all could be heard was static before everything went silent. The only light was the light from a streetlap and the green light of the radio.

"Stan... What's going on." Pete looks at me confused and I stop hugging him.

"I... I don't know." I whispered.

The radio station quickly changed and the truck's doors locked by themselves. An eerie music filled the truck before going silent again. The sound so raised and all we heard was a high pitched buzzing. Pete and I cover our ears. It hurt so much. The trucks head lights turned on and the key turned by itself. "Stan?!" Pete turned to me looking extremely confused. I tried yo open the truck up the lock wouldn't unlock. The buzzing stopped as the truck roared to life. The truck started movied and we kept trying to open the truck, but nothing worked. The truck drove until it reached the end of the empty road. We were no longer near any houses and the fog got dencer. A hooded figure stood in front of the truck and the light shined on it.

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."