A/N: If you've ever heard of xXxLegalxXxAssassinxXx, you've probably heard about this story. I am aforementioned author...
Anyway, Matt and Trey own South Park and it's inhabitants. We own Amy.
Amy McCormick kicked at the leaves on the sidewalk as she made her way to school. It was the middle of fall, and her favorite time of the year. Halloween had just ended, and Thanksgiving was right around the corner.
There was, however, one problem this year. She and her long time boyfriend Damien had broken up. Amy glanced up at the blue sky, as it quickly turned gray, just like their love.
A sigh escaped her lips when she saw a young couple standing in front of a jewelry store looking at wedding rings. They stopped and glared at her. She just smiled and walked past them.
Seven months ago, that day was the best day of her life, but the result would forever ruin it. After she discovered she was pregnant, Damien seemed to enter a state of 'incompleteness.' Amy tried so hard to carry him out of such a pitiful state and tried to make him whole again, but her attempts were never enough.
It was as if she was always 'saving him from himself' as Satan put it when the two first started dating. Amy and Satan were both worried about what would happen to Damien if they ever broke up. Who would watch over him and save him when she was gone?
"I care for you Amy." Damien would sit on her couch for hours playing with her hair and telling her how much he cared. He hid it well though when they were anywhere near the other residents of South Park. They argued sometimes, but Amy always won when she brought up the "How can you love someone, and not yourself?" For some odd reason, Damien would close his mouth and just sit on the couch thinking about what she had said. Amy had said it more than a dozen times, so she saw no need in his thoughts.
They broke up. Four months into her pregnancy, Amy told him she wanted to keep their child and Damien broke up with her. They started arguing again, and Damien backhanded her. Amy was scared, and she wanted to cry, but she couldn't allow herself to do that. She just stood up, let the blood from her now split lip pool in her mouth, and spit in his face.
"Fuck you Damien; you're nothing but a worthless monster! I can't go on and let you lose it all. It's more than I can take Damien! I just want to know, who's gonna save you when I'm gone? Who'll watch over you? Who will give you their strength when you're not strong? It certainly isn't me!" Amy cried as she packed her bags and stormed out of the ratty apartment they could barely afford.
Damien tossed and turned in the bed they used to share all night, he had replayed their last fight in his head repeatedly, thinking about how big of a fuck-up he was. Amy was right, he blamed her for everything, she eased the pain he felt deep inside, and she was the one always telling him how strong he was.
He stood from the bed that smelled like her and walked to the window. It was snowing. Winter was, despite popular belief, Damien's favorite season. A smile graced his normally dark face and he turned around to hear Amy's comments about it, but she was long gone.