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."

"Go ahead and suggest it." I whispered back. Please don't say fuck. Please don't say fuck. Please don't say f- Wait... Why am I thinking that?

"Aw thinking such sinful thoughts about your fellow young blood, Marsh?" The radio piped up and I turned fifty shades of red.

Pete glanced at me also blushing. I shook my head. "We're going to make a run more it."

"You can run from us. Your friend tried, and yet he failed." The radio spoke once more.

Which friend? Which friend!? I felt Pete grab my hand. "We need to run." Pete whispered once more.

I nodded and turned the brightness of the truck headlights up making the cult step back in blindness. Pete and I unlocked the truck and ran away Pete ran over to me grabbing my hand and we ran to Kyle's house. Surprisingly it was unlocked. We waited there for a bit.

"W-what was that?" I tried catching my breath.

"I-I'm not sure." Pete shrugged. He was clearly shaking and I did the first thing I thought of. I hugged him like I did earlier in my truck. He stopped shaking. "Th-thanks Stan..."

"No problem..." I told him he put his hand on my own that was around his waist. I felt something weird in my heart. A few hours later we got news about what happened and we went back to get my truck. The crazy cult people were gone, but something about the truck was weird. A bloody hand print was on the windshield with a smily face in the middle.

Kyle's POV now

I listened to what happened to Stan and Pete. What friend was the 'cult' talking about? I gulped and the doctor walked in. "Visiting time is over."

Stan gave me a a long hug and Pete gave me a quick one. Craig just nodded as a goodbye.

The next day my doctor told my parents and I that I was ready to leave. I was asleep for a week, but I was healthy and my wounds were okay. I would just need to come back in a few weeks to get the stitches out.

"Just nake sure to put this ointment on everyday." My doctor handed me a tube.

"Thanks." I took it and looked at my parents. "Um is it okay I can... Go see Cartman while the two of you sign me out?"

They nodded and I walked out of the room to see Stan and Craig. I wonder were Pete was. "Hey guys." I waved.

"Hey Kyle!" Stan hugged and Craig was looking down.

"Where's Pete?" I asked as Stan lets go of me. "Where's Kenny?" Craig tensed up.

"No one has seen Kenny since what happened...." Stan trailed off. "And Pete is at his house. He said something on the lines of being grounded and his dad was mad he was staying at your house without permission."

My blood ran cold. To be honest everything about Kenny was fuzzy, but Pete was at home with his abusive father? "Stan when did Pete tell you this?"

"Oh last night." Stan mentioned. "Why?"

I grabbed Stan by his shirt. "Make sure whatever you do get Pete away from that man."

"Kyle... You're scaring me." He looked down at me. "Why though? What's wrong?"

"It's... It's hard to explain just make sure you do it." I tell him and i let him go when he nods. I looked at Craig to see he was still looking down. He hasn't spoken to me since that night. "And you try calling Kenny."

"He's dead..." Craig whispersd. "He's dead... He died in my arms... He died and it's all my fault." I took notice that he was crying. "You were there Kenny. Don't you remember?!"

Everything was fuzzy about that night. No way Kenny is dead right? No way. He can't be dead...

"You guys okay?" We all looked down the hall to see Kenny standing in front of a closing elevator. "What-" Kenny was cut off by Craig running to him. It almost seemed to happen in slow motion. It all happened so fast and yet so long.

Craig ran to Kenny cradled the blonde's face in his hands and kissed him long and hard. The shorter male was shocked.

"Uh huh anyway you go and get Pete away from his father and I'm going to see Cartman... Ike said his mom told him he hasn't woken up yet." I told Stan and he nodded.

I walked over to the nurses station. "Oh hello." A nurse with long dark hair greeted. "May I help you?"

"Um can you tell me which room Eric Cartman is in?" I asked a little shyly.

"Oh I'm sorry sweetie. Only family members are allowed to see him." She told me.

"I'm his boyfriend." I quickly told her.

"Oh! Well I guess it would be okay... It's room 369." She told me.

"Thank you ma'am." She nodded and gave me another quick smile. I started walking to the room and gulped before walking in. The blinds were closed and I saw the weak body of Eric Cartman.

I walked over to him and felt like crying. I sat next to him on the edge of the bed and held his hand. His hand was cold, but his chest was still moving up and down to indicate we was still alive. I don't know what came over me, but I laid down next to him and closed my eyes tightly.

My heart felt heavy and I did start crying. "I'm so sorry Eric." I whispered. I cuddled to his sleeping form and lightly planted my head on his chest along with my hand. "I'm such an idiot. I shouldn't have shot you. I was aiming for Butters. N-not you. I'm such a fucking idiot. I'm s-so s-sorry Eric."

"I love it when you say my name."