Before Note: I decided to do the 100 themes challenge as part of a writing exercise for myself. I hope to update with another theme at least once a week, but don't hold your breath. They will all be Damien x Pip. Please review, I appreciate it. I would really appreciate constructive criticism. Also, the title comes from a Crystal Castles song.
Warnings: (These do not necessarily apply to this first theme, but I am putting this up only once. These one- shots will most likely contain some of these warnings at one point or another.) Vulgar language, sexual themes (overt or implied), gore, blood, violence, homosexuality, religion, or anything else some might find offensive.
Credits: I do not own South Park or any other product or show I might reference in the future. All credit goes to their respective creators. I own nothing but my words.
Theme 1: Introduction
I ran down the sidewalk as fast as my heart could pump and my lungs could expand and contract. My eyes couldn't keep up with my speed. The world around me past by in blurry colors, a kaleidoscope of objects that could trip up my tiring feet. The words 'run, run, run' matched the beat of my loafers slapping against the concrete. I looked behind me and saw that the red and yellow blob that was Cartman was far behind me, his pudgy body unable to compete with my average athletic ability.
I laughed as I heard a hoarse voice call out, "Ay! Slow down you frenchy, fag!"
I knew where I was by the pattern of multi-colored blobs surrounding me. It wasn't much further to safety- my home. I decided to keep at least this distance between me and my transgressor, so I didn't slow down. I heard raspy yelling behind me and snickered. I turned my head. The blob was now just a speck. I turned my head back towards my destination, but it was too late.
I came crashing into a black blob. I hit it full force, the thud was loud and the sting instant. Skulls smacked skulls and arms elbowed eyes. We came down in a mass of tangled extremities. I laid on top of the poor bloke until my senses and my breath were working again. I felt my arm burning and realized the awkward angle it rested in beneath my victim's body.
I rolled off and into the powder snowed grass. I sat up slowly, my head slightly buzzing from the impact. Bleary eyed, I peered over at the poor fellow I bulldozered. He had blue-black hair and equally as black eyes. I shivered, but why I couldn't really tell. I don't really have any reason to fear him, unless he was plotting revenge for tackling him. He sat up slowly before grabbing his head and groaning. He looked around before settling on me and narrowing his eyes. I gulped nervously.
"You again?" His voice held nothing but disdain. I couldn't help but shrink away.
"Again? Have I ever met you?" I asked timidly.
He narrowed his eyes even more and he stood, "Like you don't remember."
"I- I don't. What is it that I should be remembering?" I asked as I stood. I was confused as hell. I'd never even seen this kid in my life, how was I supposed to remember something?
The confusion on his face mirrored mine, "You really don't remember?"
"Remember what?"
"You'd think that someone would remember being blown up."
"Huh?"
"You know? In fourth grade. At Cartman's birthday party?" I looked blankly at him, having no recollection of what he was speaking about. "The only year I came out of Hell and came to school in South Park?"
"What in bloody hell are you talking about?" I was getting confused, not knowing of what he was speaking, a feeling of dread taking me over.
He sighed and mumbled, "Stupid mortals and their shitty memory…"
"Huh?"
He sighed yet again, "Nothing. Are you seriously telling me you don't remember meeting me?"
"Yes… who are you? I'm Phillip P. Pirriup, although it seems you already know who I am," I extended my hand, thinking it only appropriate when making introductions. He just stared at it, not making any motions like he was going to return my handshake.
"AY! Frenchie! I'm going to get you, you blimey ass-hole and I'm going to drive your nose into the road!"
"Oh, bollocks!" I took off when I saw Cartman only a few feet behind me. It had taken him so long to catch up to me that I had figured he had given up by now. I looked behind me and I saw that the stranger was rolling his eyes. What's his problem, I thought as I raced down the street towards my house. I ran through my mental catalog of faces, but I couldn't place him and I couldn't figure out what in the world he had been raving on and on about.
Oh well, I mused to myself, he was probably was just some nobody anyway.