Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to South Park. These characters belong to Matt Stone and Trey Parker.
A/N: I know, it's a little confusing in the beginning.
Halloween Nightmare
Wind blew furiously all over the small town, South Park. But other than that, children ran off in different directions, eager for some candy since it was the 31st of October. "Trick or treat!" they said merrily as they were greeted by sweets.
In the "poor side" of town, a couple of fifth graders whispered quietly as they followed a chubby boy who was marching up ahead, a wicked grin on his face. "This way!" he called over his shoulder, but not loud enough since he didn't want to get caught in this part of town when he should have been trick-or-treatin'.
He smothered his fake mustache.
"I don't see why we're doing this," said a smaller boy; he kept messing with his fake fangs, his dark cloak getting dirtier as they walked through a muddy path.
"Yeah, I agree with Kyle," said Stan Marsh, his expression soured.
He took off his football helmet and held it under his arm. Behind him, a group followed.
"Ergh," groaned Bebe Stevens as her heel sunk in a muddy puddle. Her was dressed as a lawyer, something she wished to become when older; her hair was tied up in a messy bun, and her once pressed suit now had some wrinkles; her icy blue eyes narrow.
Beside her, walked her friends. The raven-haired, Wendy, was wearing an angel costume, the fake wings tilted slightly. The girl gave out an irritated sigh.
Next to her, Red or rather than Rebertha, a shy, yet daring of a girl followed. Her face was barely visible since she wore a long scarlet cloak, but under that hood showed a green-eyed girl with dark red hair. Her eyes were lowered to the ground, carrying a basket full of some candy she managed to receive before being forced to join her friends to follow Eric Cartman.
Kenny McCormick on the other hand was wearing his parka, what was the point in dressing up if they weren't going trick or treating?
"I had enough!" Heidi Turner complained. "Where the hell are you leading us to, Cartman?" She crossed her arms, there was a murmur of agreement from the others.
Cartman scowled, "Somewhere exciting and worth, Heidi, you dumb cat-bitch." He glanced at her. She was dressed as a cat - Heidi glared.
He glared back at her.
"Could we get a move on?" Esther Stoley pipped up, sighing as the bottom part of her Princess Leia dress was getting dirty.
Kevin, who was wearing a storm trooper costume, and also her twin brother, lent it to her.
"Of course, princess." Esther rolled her eyes, "fat-ass..." she mutters.
"Okay, fags and lesbians, we're here." He says after five minutes of walking. He gestures to an old, broken down, creepy-looking house. It was apparently abandoned.
"..." Everyone raised an eyebrow, not fond on the house in-front of them.
"Well, gee. It's awfully scary, eh, fellas? Butters broke the silence, though it was only a muffle since he was wearing a Hello Kitty costume.
"Shut up, Butters," the others replied.
"I don't like this," muttered Clyde Donovan to his friend, Token Black, who nodded, glancing nervously at the house.
"I've heard of this house," said Wendy as Tweek Tweak started to panic. "Oh, God! Too much pressure, man, too much!" He ran off, followed by Clyde who excuse himself. Token and Craig rolled their eyes at their friends' behaviors and went after them. After a couple minutes they returned. Clyde, who was embarrassed said that he was trying to bring Tweek back.
The others snorted.
"Anyway, why don't you continue with what you were going to say, Wendy?" Bebe said. Wendy blinked before she began, "this was once a funeral home." Clyde squeaked, his eyes going wide. "Oh, God..."
"Dude!" Token shot Cartman a hateful glare. "Why'd you bring us to a funeral home?"
"Yeah!" there was a yell of agreement.
He rolled his eyes. "Yew guys, I brought you here to make my - I mean our own cult."
There was a moment of silence before an uproar started.
"What the fuck?"
"You crazy fuck!"
"T-timmeh!"
"Just listen to meh!" Cartman glared at them as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small book. "We could actually be able to control the elements!"
They all stared at him. He was a complete moron in their opinion. Cartman gave out an irritated sigh as he swing the front door open. They all jumped back.
"Follow me."
They followed.
When the group entered the house, most of them gasped while others blinked. The living room, which they all guessed, but in some circular way, looked as if it wasn't abandoned; candle scattered the floor along with dead leaves. Many candles were perched on furniture, each were lit. In the middle of the room lay an old coffin.
"What is this..?" Bebe said faintly, taking in all her surroundings.
Cartman ignored her, looking down at the tiny book in his hand. "I need a volunteer, anyone?"
Red who was quiet raised her hand high. This was a joke so why not play along?
"Okay, whatever your name is-"
"It's Red...," she replied flatly.
"Whatever - get up here and lay down on this coffin right here."
Red rolled her eyes as she stepped up.
"You might need help," said Stan Marsh when he reached out and grabbed her arm.
She blushed slightly, "I can do it myself, but thanks.."
Stan nodded, slowly letting go, unsure, as the girl in the hood climbed in the coffin.
Cartman smiled down at her.
Red stared back blankly.
"'Kay, then," he said, flipping through the thin, battered little book which held information about trimming your pets' nails. "Onto the sacrifice."
Everyone stared at him; he was just being stupid.
Just then, Cartman pulled out a small pocket knife from his pant pocket.
"What the hell are you doing, Cartman?" Heidi screeched, "put that away!"
Red got into a sitting position, glaring up at him. "What are you doing?"
"Lay back down, hoe," he pushed her back down, "and," he glared at the others who were advancing on him, wanting to get the knife out of his hands. "I wasn't actually going to do it, you assholes!"
Kenny stepped forward, his eyes on fire.
"Give me the knife, Cartman..."
"I'm not going to hurt her!"
"Give him the knife, fat-ass!" Kyle snapped, also taking another step forward.
"Gah!" Tweek yelled out in panic though he didn't run. He seemed to have been rooted on the spot.
"I said - " (Red once again sat up, her eyes going wide as Cartman started to shake in fury above her), "-that I'm not going to hurt HER!" He said the last words forcefully, plunging the knife down to scare the others, but had not attempted to stab a unexpected Red.
"Red!" Heidi cried out, hurrying forward, shoving a horrified Cartman aside. She clunged onto her very pale friend, who had started to cough out blood. The others hurried forward, afraid. Wendy tore out a piece of her dress and handed it to a shaky Heidi who instantly wrapped it around the wound on the shoulder.
As if he was thrown into a freezing lake, finally coming into his senses, Stan yelled at the others. Giving them each something to do to help; he crouched down next to Heidi and Red.
"There's no reception!" Bebe cried as she tried to dial 911.
Esther successfully found a pair of fresh towels and hurried toward the trio.
"Hold on Red; please hold on," muttered Stan, not caring that his eyes were starting to water.
Red started to shake before she gave out a shaky gasp. Her breathing decreased. Then. Silence.