It was June 29th in the year 2016, Kyle was 15. That day had passed like so many others had before it in South Park. Normal would be not entirely correct. Because most people wouldn't describe life in South Park as normal. But of course normal is a subjective word. So maybe it was.

It was 8.30 in the evening. Kyle was finishing up his homework at the living room table, he'd been home late because he'd gone to the arcade with Kenny and Stan. To keep his good grades up he needed to get a high score on tomorrow's math test. Meaning he still had another twenty minutes of work before he could finally go to his room and play that new online game Clyde had told him about.

His father sat on the couch and was watching some lame-ass show about dolphins when suddenly the screen became completely black. Before he could even make a comment on it the screen changed again and in bold red letters EAS could be read on the screen.

"Sheila come quick. There's an emergency broadcast on TV." Gerald called to his wife in the kitchen who was doing dishes.

Kyle's eyes fixed on the TV and his mother came to stand in the door opening between the kitchen and living room. None of them said anything and held their breath while they waited patiently for the screen to change.

It did and on the screen appeared a face that none of them had hoped to see.

"Hey guys it's me Hitler. Satan let me out of hell again and now I've taken over the Whitehouse and so the entire country. Me and my officers will immediately begin with the gathering of all the Jews an- "

"Kyle go get Ike." Kyle's head snapped up and looked at his mother who has sagged against the doorpost.

"But mom…"

"Now Kyle!" She yelled at him.

Kyle jumped up immediately and stumbled up the stairs and lost his footing three times in twenty-one steps. He stumbled once more in the hallway before he reached his brother's door. He pulled it open and his brother snapped his had up in surprise.

"Ky-"

"Ike come on!" He grabbed his brothers by the wrist and pulled his brother through the hall and down the stairs.

"Kyle… Wha-?" Ike questioned but didn't struggle as his older brother pulled him along.

As soon as they reached the living room his father threw them their jackets. "Grab you're jackets boys we're leaving."

Kyle quickly struggled to put on his jacket while he saw his mother grab a photo album and hold it tight to her chest.

"Mom, Dad what's happening?" Ike asked with wide eyes and confusion written on his face. His parents nearly ignored him as they continued to scramble around and gather a few meager possessions. He turned towards his older brother who was zipping his backpack closed. "Kyle?" His face was so questioning and uncertain that it almost broke his heart.

He opened his mouth but couldn't form any words. As compensation he entwined his fingers in his brother's. Than the doorbell rang and his hard stopped.

"Sheila, take the boys through the back door." His father called as he walked towards the front door.

"Gerald no." His mother called out.

His father looked at them. "Kyle take your mother and your brother outside."

Before anybody could do anything else the door was burst open. His mother screamed and eight armed men quickly walked in and pointed their guns at them. "Broflovski family, in the name of the new president of the United States you are to come with us."

There was a long pause. Maybe because they were all too shocked too move. Kyle had always considered himself strong. Maybe not necessarily physical, he was a skinny and not very athletic after all, but mentally he was strong. Like his family had always taught him. He wouldn't give up, wouldn't let people walk over him, he would say what he felt and do as he felt was right.

Until he learned how persuasive a gun to your face could be.

Because sheepishly he and his family did what was asked of them and in doing so he felt like a strong fire, a strong source of strength suddenly had sizzled out.

The outside air was fresh and crisp, since it had been snowing earlier. The fresh snow crunched underneath his feet. In several houses lights shone behind windows. Many people were watching them behind windows or even standing outside. They whispered to each other. He could see the pity, the horror but above all the fear shine in their eyes. They whispered to each other. Yet they didn't say anything. They didn't do anything.

They were truly alone.

One of the soldiers groaned in frustration at their slow pace. He pushed his father in an effort to make him move faster though it only caused him to stumble.

"Hey leave him alone!" Ike yelled as he stood between his father and the man. The man scoffed angrily and gave his brother a shove against his chest. Ike stumbled a step backwards but the ten-year old quickly regained his footing and lunged at the man. The man easily pushed him off, grabbing the young boy with his left hand while his right went to his belt that held a black baton.

On an impulse of adrenaline, protectiveness and stupidity Kyle jumped on the man's back. "Don't touch him!" Kyle shouted as he struggled to keep the man in his arms from reaching for his baton.

"Kyle!" He heard his mother yell.

The soldier struggled against him trying to get him to let go. He made a sharp turn and Kyle saw from the corner of his eye a familiar face.

Two more men came to the first's help. Grabbing Kyle and practically swinging him across the hard street pavement. He heard a sickening crack from his head hitting the ground. He vaguely could make out Stan running towards him, calling out his name, as his world spun. His eyes flitted to the ground and could make out a big red stain that kept getting bigger fast, it felt warm against it his head and it smelled familiar but he didn't really register anything. He felt so far away from the world. Like he was about to fall asleep any second.

Something moved in the corner of his eyes and with a hard smack on his head he lost consciousness. The last thing he heard was his mother hysterically crying out his name.


AN: This is something I thought of very randomly. I didn't know if I was going to post it or not. Since the chapter is so short. But I really felt like I had the too stop the chapter here. The rest of the story is already thought out but I don't know if I'll continue this. Maybe I should leave it as it is and make it a very short one-shot? If I find the energy to write the rest I'll update. But I really don't know whether I hate this or love this.

I also know that I left a lot of things about WW3 open. It was supposed to be revealed later on in the story.

Btw. I know that there really isn't much Style in this Fanfic but in the entire story it was going to be Stan/Kyle. Though it doesn't show in the first chapter does it? ^^' I guess it doesn't.

-Add witty A/N ending here