Angel Boy

Chapter 1

South Park's downtown wasn't the nicest or safest part of town. It was the quickest to reach the entrance of abandoned SoDoSoPa and into his house, true, but at night, downtown was hell. With the new mafia in town, it was common knowledge Sergent Yates had accepted an awful amount of cash to let them freely roam around. For people like Kenny, it meant every day was H-hour. If he wanted to go out at night, that is. Which was every fucking night.

There was an underground party going on a few buildings from his house, one of the jocks, Clyde, planned it, and while Kenny loved any opportunity to get hammered, he didn't want to leave Karen alone. The party was close enough to his house to become dangerous ground, and Karen was still gullible enough to open the door to anyone.

Kenny ground his teeth as he staggered through the alleys. The cold air of October made his teeth shatter and his fingers prick. He was steadying himself with the frozen brick walls with one hand while the other was clutching his bloodied abdomen. Tonight wasn't a lucky one, but he knew it was easier than going to the hospital. This way, he wouldn't scar for life. Soon, he'd lose consciousness and find himself on his bed, safe.

As he reached SoDoSoPa's premises, he could faintly hear the music from Clyde's party. He thought about joining in and stealing a beer or two, but he didn't know how much longer he had and didn't want to create a scene. He was a few buildings away from his house when he heard voices. Trying not to groan from the pain, he silently continued limping and hoped he would bypass the people easily.

"S-Stop it, Stan!"

Kenny's ears picked at the voice. It was Wendy's. Against his better judgment, Kenny turned in the opposite direction of his house and tried to reach the sound. He had only a few more minutes until everything turned black, but Kenny couldn't ignore the sound. He knew Stan could get too drunk sometimes, but he was never pushy with Wendy, at least not that Kenny had seen. If Stan was pushy, it was always with Kyle.

But Kenny wasn't prepared for what he saw. Wendy looked far from being in pain, and while she seemed to be pushing Stan away, she was pulling and kissing him at the same time.

Oh.

Kenny was disappointed, if he was honest; some small, repressed part of him wanted it to be the opposite of what was happening. Part of him wanted to be the hero, rescuing his damsel in distress.

A sharp pain made Kenny return to reality, and he realized Wendy had spotted him. Dammit. He thought he had hidden well; it was his specialty, but being stabbed multiple times in the abdomen made him lose his accuracy. Kenny tried to feign ignorance and tried to continue walking.

"W-wait!" She exclaimed, and he stopped in his tracks. He sharply turned his head and, suppressing a pant, saw she was looking straight at him. Stan was oblivious to it - with his back turned to Kenny, he sloppily kissed her neck. If Kenny knew any better, it didn't seem Wendy enjoyed it. Not in the least.

It was dark enough for her to see Kenny was bleeding to death, but she recognized him. She eased herself from Stan's grasp, just enough for Kenny to see her body, and she locked eyes with him. What the hell is she..? Kenny wondered, and his eyes went wide as plates as he saw how she lifted her skirt, her blue dotted panties visible, and put one of Stan's hand's inside them. She had a manic smile, and Kenny was frozen in place as he saw how Stan began rubbing her.

Kenny blinked a few times, incredulous at what he was seeing. He didn't know if what he was seeing was really happening or if it was just a delusion of his brain on the brink of shutting down. It didn't seem Stan knew what was happening, and by the looks of it, he wasn't doing the best job pleasuring her. On the other hand, Wendy had a lustful stare as her brown eyes pierced Kenny's icy blue ones. It didn't seem she cared much about Stan, she moaned and laughed, but it could've been anyone fingering her. Wendy had her eyes set on Kenny alone.