Complication, Ch.2

_{Chapter #2: What Actually Happened Last Night}


"C'mon guys, this way." the guy with an orange top and black jeans called the other three.

"Dude look, I have a girlfri-" the guy with strait hair that is even darker than night complained but blonde with orange parka stopped him.

"Do you want me to remind you how many times that whore cheated on you?"

The confidence that is born from a broken pride, threw away the unsure look in the noirette's night-blue eyes. "Fuck this, let's go."

The blonde rolled his sky-blue eyes, laughing at the noirette's easily controlled feelings. "You're not gonna even cheat. It's just…" blonde stopped to find a suitable word. "looking? I don't know, but if you're taking this as a revenge-"

"I'm not taking this as a revenge, I'm taking this as a man's rights."

The blonde smirked to the noirette's obviously broken pride. "I knew you were more than a loyal dog which waits for his master no matter how far she goes."

Night-blue eyes shone with anger. "I ain't a dog. Can't we just arrive there before making me kill you?"

"Sure." The blonde smirked again. "You're already in the mood that I want."

"Wait- What the fuck do you mean by 'the mood you wanted'?!"

"The mood that there's no need to worry about you will ruin my joy with your doggy-guiltiness." Blonde winked his left eye to the raven-haired guy and kept walking towards back street.

The noirette sighed, not sure why he's even here, in Denver, instead of being at his girlfriend's birthday party; walking towards a strip club with his dudes instead of cuddling her and wishing happy birthday… And after realizing what he was thinking, he understood why; his friends had always been right, this fucked relationship and always being the forgiving side had destroyed his own self and turned him into a guy who sees no one but a heartless bitch. He wasn't gonna just 'look', he decided; he was gonna 'take' and dump that hoe after driving her crazy for a few days or weeks.

He glanced at his best friend and his best friend and the 'friendish' thing of the gang on the right. He had almost forgotten that they were here, it was pretty unusual for them not to say a word for whole the dialouge with Kenny. He guessed how they felt like: a childish thought of 'we're gonna be men tonight', worrying just a little bit about the small chance of their lie to their families could be revealed, and the disturbing feeling of being somewhere they don't know. He knew, because he felt in exact same way. And maybe he had also a little piece of joy of thinking of driving Wendy crazy if she finds out what he was doing now.

God bless the teenager hormons.

The blonde guy Kenny, turned left by a corner and his friends followed him. They were confused because of all these turns but Kenny was here at least every week so he knew these streets; that's why the others had no chance but trusting him.

When Kenny turned the right once again, the shortest one amongst them finally stopped. "God fucking dammit Kinny, where the fuck you're dragging us to?"

Kenny didn't even care. "If you don't like it, go back home Cartman but if you don't know how to get in a strip club without getting ID check, stop complaining and shut the fuck up."

Cartman murmured some curses to the blonde but didn't answer him directly.

After a minute of silence, the tallest guy who had really sensetive senses suddenly stopped. "Guys, we're being followed."

The others stopped right away and turned to the red-head, knowing he had hella sensetive ears. "By who?" the noirette asked to his best friend.

"Yes Stan, I have microscopic eyes everywhere in the state, like the hell I can tell the ID of our stalkers." The read-head rolled his green eyes sarcasticly with a bit of annoyance. "I'm just sure I heard some footsteps and it's absolutely not us."

Kenny scowled. "I've heard of the gagsters in Denver though…" The sky-blue eyes suddenly grew bigger with worry. "Guys, be quick."

Cartman felt like killing the blonde asshole. "Where the fuck did you drag us to, poor dick?" he re-asked.

"Blame your luck, midget. I have been coming here since I was 14 and for the first time it's happening…" The footsteps red-head heard before went quick and now they all could hear these. "Shit," Kenny said before they got surrounded by four tramps.

The gansters were pretty good-looking unlike the cliché image of typical backstreet gangsters. It wasn't gonna take long to understand why, these tramps stole the money for theirselves.

One of the thieves directly headed to the tallest guy. He was the richest one in the gang, and seemed like that was obvious by his clothes.

"We just want some money…" the trump said, pointing a pocketknife at the red-head's chest. "If you surrender and instantly give it, why would we hurt you, don't you think so?"

"Kyle..!" Stan shouted without realizing what he was doing.

"So your name is Kyle…" the gangster continued. "Which way you choose, Kyle; the easy way or the hard way?"

Kyle had the quickest moves amongst all SP High's boys; but he couldn't think - or move - while his eyes were focusing on the pocketknife.

The last one who is expected, Cartman, moved quickly to save the Jew from the gangsters. "Leave him alone, fucktards!" he shouted while he was walking towards Kyle and his attacker. One of the gangsters moved to stop him, but Cartman punched him with a power which even himself didn't know he had.

This made the others move too and Kenny kicked another attacker in his crotch. Stan punched another one in the stomach; since he was a football player at the school, he had pretty strong arms. And Kyle finally got rid of the shock and attacked to the leader tramp. But his challenge was harder than the others; his rival had his pocketknife in his hand. So he was just trying to avoid the knife without getting any chance to damage.

Stan tried to reach his best friend but his rival pulled him down as trying to stand up. Stan kicked his chin but the tramp didn't let him go; he wanted the money that his boss was gonna steal from the red-headed Jew as well.

Cartman's attacker must had been thinking in this way too, he stood up as still feeling the midget's punch on his left cheek and wanting to take its revenge. He kicked Cartman's leg so Cartman fell like Stan just did.

Kenny had hit a man's most sensetive part; so he just ran towards Kyle without anything blocking his way. Meanwhile Kyle's attacker grabbed Kyle's arm and held it in a way which didn't let Kyle move anymore.

Kyle tried to get rid of the strong hand but it was too strong. Jew felt the cold metal on his neck and couldn't help but tremble.

Kenny stopped when he saw the knife on Kyle's throat. He suddenly felt the rage running through his veins. "Let him go." he said slowly -and deathly.

"If not?" the tramp asked cynically.

Everything happened so fast after that.

Kenny tried to attack the gangster but he moved to the side so fast. Though he loosened his hand on Kyle's arms unconsciously, so Kyle took the advantage of it. He turned around and kneed the tramp's stomach. The tramp ripped out his knife with reflex towards Kyle. Kenny ran over Kyle and pushed him but he was too late to save himself.

Time stopped at that second and every second became as long as ten minutes.

Kenny vomitted blood as grabbing the knife in his chest surprisedly. Then his eyes got closed and the blonde fell dead. Kyle's eyes grew and he couldn't breathe for a while, thinking Kenny died to protect him. Stan shouted Kenny's name, then he pushed the gangster - that he had been fighting - 50 feet away.

"Oh my god, he killed Kenny!" Stan said, still shocked.

"You… bastard…" Kyle was shocked as well as a drop of tear wetted his right cheek. Then he felt the blood red rage, and pulled the night outta Kenny's chest. "YOU BASTARD!" he yelled from the deep of his lungs and attacked to the leader gangster with that knife. He aimed at his chest too and with the power of Kyle's rage and his own quickness, the gangster fell down like Kenny did a minute ago.

Meanwhile Cartman was fainted so his rival decided to take revenge of his leader. He took out his own knife and ran towards Kyle. Kyle felt his coming thanks to his sharp senses and tried to defense himself; but the attacker was moving pretty fast. Before Stan had a chance to help, the tramp stabbed Kyle who got tired of the sudden energy explotion.

As Kyle fell, Stan punched the attacker hard. He dropped his knife and Stan stabbed his arm enough to stop him. So the last gangster was defeated too and the street went silent.

Stan looked around; Kenny was dead, Kyle was scarred so much that he could even die and Cartman was fainted on the ground. He trembled as thinking how an expected-to-be-fun night almost destroyed the gang. He took his scarf and wrapped it around Kyle's wound. But he couldn't carry Cartman and Kyle at the same time and he couldn't leave any of them here. Actually, I don't care if Cartman stays here… This thought suddenly gave him an unknown pain in his chest without understanding why. He just… couldn't let him bleed here, even if it was Cartman.

He kept thinking for two minutes (long enough to make Kyle worse) and he decided to call Bob. Bob was who brought them here for free. Stan had no idea how Kenny met him or how he managed to convince this fat, strong guy to work for him whenever he wants but he didn't care, he just needed a transporter without getting the polices involved. Or else all of them could get in trouble even though this fight was for self-defence.

Stan found Kenny's phone in the dead teen's pocket, and hoped that Bob's number was saved here. And here it was. Stan pressed the green key. Bob didn't wait too much to answer it.

"Isn't it too early to call, master man-whore?" Bob laughed at his own terrible joke. It wasn't even a joke; it was the actual truth of life.

Stan sighed; he had gotten a little annoyed. "Bob, it's Stan, Kenny's friend. We have gotten attacked and…" Stan sighed again, this time with sadness. "Kenny's dead and I can't say that the other two are pretty well. I need-"

"Gotcha, you don't wanna get in trouble." Bob laughed. What was it so funny about anyways? "Tell me where exactly you are now."

Stan's memory was good at remembering the directions. He told Bob which way they walked and waited him to come.

Bob worked quickly when he arrived. He threw the attackers' bodies into the trash bin - even though they weren't even dead yet -. Stan watched him silently, thinking if he really is used to clean this stuff. When Bob was about to throw Kenny's body too, a weak voice murmured. "Do not… throw him…"

Stan glanced at his best friend. "Don't throw him Bob." he said, not rejecting Kyle's request. Bob looked at them, obviously thinking these two were nuts. "I'll carry him if I have to," Stan insisted. Bob didn't give a fuck ang gave the good-shaped dead body in Stan's arms.

Bob put newspapers on the backseat before getting Kyle and Cartman in. "I don't want blood stains on my backseat," he explained. Then Stan sat in and put the blonde corpse in sitting position. Bob put Cartman on Stan's right in sitting position too and Kyle was lying on Cartman and Stan's legs. Probably both Kyle and Cartman weren't gonna like this at all but they had to do like that now. Stan checked Kyle if he's awake like when he told them not to throw Kenny's body in trash bin, but seemed like he was totally fainted now.

On the way to South Park, Stan thought lots of things: how they were gonna explain this shit without getting in trouble, how he was gonna get rid of Wendy and make her crawl just like he was doing for years, or was Kyle gonna be okay… and he also thought that how cute Cartman looked while he was sleeping unlike the times when he was awake and being shitty as always. Stan watched Cartman for a while, and then he fell into sweet darkness of sleep too.


_{Next Chapter: Is Thinking Forbidden Here or Something?!}