Another story written in the middle of the night. I thought of the first 5 lines right before I went to bed and wanted to write it down so I wouldn't forget it, and it just grew from there. I was against posting this, but something just made me. -_-' I don't hate it but...well I don't think it's the best thing I've written. Please try to enjoy it.

I don't own South Park or its characters.

One drop of water hits the ground. Then another. Many more follow, splattering on everything uncovered. Upon the faces of many, they blend with tears. The smell of blood and rain filled the empty air, for Kenny McCormick was dead again. This time, he had been crushed between a semi-truck and a diesel truck. He was prone to death and getting sick of it. Dying and coming back has its perks, I bet, but I would also assume that it gets tiring. The young boy, around 13 at the time, just stood on the sidewalk as his body was scraped, once again, off of the road and the trucks.

"FUCK! Why does this always fucking happen to me?" he yelled into oblivion, muffled by his trademark hood.

No one could hear him, so why care? All the people crowded around began to walk away, 4 stayed. His closest friends: Kyle Broflovski, the Jew; Stan Marsh, the hippie; Eric Cartman, the fatass; and Butters Stotch, the innocent. Though Cartman didn't seem to care, Kyle gripped Stan's gloved hand tightly to hold back tears and Butters cried openly.

"C'mon you guys, let's go. I'm bored," Cartman said as he turned around. Kyle's face lit up in fury.

"Are you kidding me fatass? Your so-called 'best friend' has just been killed once again and you still don't care?" he screamed, Stan holding him back with all his strength.

Eric's eyes just widened, then rolled to the side.

"Geh. Come on Butters,"

"No."

Kenny whipped his head around to see if what he thought he heard was true. Sure enough, there was Butters, with that serious and angry face you don't see on him to often. He had his fists clenched at his side.

"What?" Kenny couldn't believe that Butters had said no to Eric Cartman. He always did everything he said.

"What?" Eric asked.

Butters' look didn't change, "I said no Eric. I-I think Kyle i-is right. You ca-cant just leave your friends, e-especially your best friends, like this. Why, Kenny just died again! And what if he were to never come back? Huh? You think you're his best friend? Well, you aren't doing anything to prove it! And these fellas sure do care for him, well I think their much better friends to Kenny than you! A-and if you don't wanna hear that, then you can just, um, leave!"

Eric scoffed, "Well then, screw you guys, I'm goin' home!" then began on his way home.

Stan stepped forward, "That was great dude."

"Yea…" Kyle added, sniffling.

Kenny's dead eyes were still wide from the scene before, but as he blinked, Butters added something.

"I think you fellas should go home so you don't ca-catch a cold." He said with a fake smile, knocking his knuckles together.

The two remaining boys took his advice and headed off toward home. Kenny leaned to Butters and gave him a swift peck on the forehead. I'm gonna have to thank him later, he thought. Butters seemed a bit shocked but tried to ignore it. Kenny turned and headed off toward his reserved spot on Hell. Once he disappeared, Butters closed his eyes and whispered, "Bye Kenny," with a smile before beginning to run home.

One drop of water hits the ground. Then another, before it slowly dissipates. The tears on the faces of many begin to show before they are gone . The smell of blood and rain filled the empty air, for Kenny McCormick was dead again.

Weeeeeeeeeeeeak. Please review. I would appreciate it o3o