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Hi everyone! Ok the first thing I want to say is thank you so much to those of you that read and/or reviewed my first story. You guys made me soooo happy for the rest of the day with your nice reviews. When I first started reading fancics I laughed at how desperate some people were for reviews. But I get it now, lol. After reading the reviews I spent about an hour trying to absorb the fact that people not only took the time to read my story and liked it, but also actually took the time to tell me they liked it with super nice reviews. You guys are the best!:) Thanks again!

Anyway, this story is going to be my first multi-chaptered fanfic. I'm still not sure how it's going to end, but hopefully I'll stick with it. Reviews will make me very happy and encourage me to finish:). This idea came to me after the Imaginationland series. I was a little confused about how Kyle could suddenly hear Stan and the others from Imaginationland inside of his head after his near-death experience. Well, I still don't know how that worked out, and actually I don't even address that in this story :P. It takes place afterwards, probably a year or so. Basically everyone, including Kyle, has forgotten about this ability until it comes back to haunt him. It starts off with some pretty cliché nightmare stuff, but it gets better. It also gets a bit random so let me know if it totally sucks or not. Well without further ado, I present to you:

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A pair of red eyes followed his every move. His heart hammered in his chest so hard it almost hurt. A chuckle straight from hell made every hair on his body stand on end.

"It is you, isn't it?" Said the dark voice. He couldn't imagine a more evil voice. He wanted to scream, but his body had suddenly forgotten how. The darkness began to flicker and the beady red eyes were losing their piercing stare.

"Not yet then," The vile voice had a trace of disappointment to it. "Farewell for now then, we will meet again, Kyle Broflovski." The evil chuckle faded slowly.

***

With a startled yell Kyle bolted upright in his bed. He looked around frantically before letting out a relieved sigh. A dream. Of course that's all it was. Only a nightmare. He told himself. Again. He sighed. Ever since his accident he'd been having a lot of nightmares. Touching the back of his still tender head, Kyle winced. It was your own fault. He chided himself. You had to let that fat asshole get to you. Kyle rolled his eyes and swung out of bed, trudging sleepily towards the bathroom. It was a stupid bet. Seriously, everyone can ride a bike down that stupid cliff, what kind of lame-ass would wipeout anyway?

"Obviously I would." He muttered to himself in the mirror. He could practically hear Cartman's taunting voice in his mind.

"I told you, Jews don't have good balance." I was just trying to shut him up and ended up giving that fatass more ammo. Great. Today was supposed to be his first day back at school since the accident last Thursday. No doubt Cartman had spent the whole weekend in anticipation of today. And I guess I owe him $20 yet. Damn it. He thought about trying to get out of school for the day. He could probably pull it off; his overprotective mother would let him spend at least one more day in bed. Kyle considered the idea, then discarded it with a sigh. It was only prolonging the inevitable. Besides, he was sick of staying in bed with only his nightmares to keep him company. He hadn't seen Stan or Kenny since Friday when they had visited him in the hospital. With a resigned sigh, he headed back to his room to get ready for school.

***

"Hey dude, how are you feeling?" asked Stan when Kyle finally trudged to the bus stop.

"Okay, I guess." Shrugged Kyle.

"You look tired." Commented Kenny, his voice muffled behind his perpetual orange parka. It was only after years of practice that his three best friends could decipher what the hooded boy was saying.

"Uh, yeah. I just had some lame dream last night, no big deal." Kyle shrugged again, pushing the dream from his mind. "Hey, where's-"

"So you were taken by the visitors last night?" smirked a voice behind him. "Did they give you an anal probe? Hey, maybe they finally got that sand out of your vagina while they were at it." I hate Mondays.

"Shut up, fatass."

"Nope, I guess they forgot." Grinned Cartman, practically beaming. "So Kahl how is your head? That looked like a really painful wipeout last Thursday." Kyle clenched his teeth. It was that fake sweetness in Cartman's voice that pissed him off more than anything else. "I feel as though I'm forgetting about something…ah! That's right. Cough up the twenty bucks, Jew." Cartman held out his hand, eyes gleaming. Still clenching his teeth, Kyle reluctantly reached into his pocket and pulled out a bill. Cartman snatched it out of his hand victoriously.

"Well, it's not quite as satisfying as the outcome of our last bet…" Cartman grinned in satisfaction as Kyle's eyes darkened. After the Imaginationland incident he had sworn never to make another bet with Cartman. His hands formed fists at his side. Don't let him get to you. Don't let him get to you. Stan, sensing his friend was reaching his boiling point, grabbed him by the shoulders and guided him away.

"Screw him, dude, it's not worth it. The bus is coming anyway." The giant yellow vehicle pulled to a screeching stop beside the sign. Kyle took a deep breath and relaxed. Stan was right. With a sigh he stepped onto the bus and settled into his seat.

***

It was after him. He didn't know what it wanted from him, only that the thing attached to those malevolent eyes was fast and tirelessly keeping pace with him.

"You can't run forever." The low voice hissed dripping with evil. The thing was right, his lungs burned, his chest felt like it was on fire and his legs were turning to jelly. Summoning his breath, he opened his mouth and…

***

Kyle screamed bringing his mom bursting into his room.

"Kyle, are you okay?" she asked worriedly. His heart was throbbing like he'd run a marathon. His eyes darted around the room, especially the dark corners.

"I'm…I'm fine." He gasped, shakily. Sheila didn't seem entirely convinced.

"Are you sure?" She asked, peering closely at him.

"Yeah…it was just a nightmare." He replied, still trying to get control of his lungs.

"Well, okay then, try to get some sleep, school starts in three hours." Giving him a final, suspicious look, she stepped out of his room, closing the door slowly behind her. The hall light that had flooded his room disappeared, leaving him in darkness. Kyle glanced at his clock and groaned. His mom was right, he only had three hours left. It felt like he had been running a marathon instead of sleeping. He was completely exhausted. Ugh, I should try to get some sleep at least. The thought made his heart speed up again. But what if that nightmare comes again? Kyle groaned at the thought. No way. It's just a dream! Jeez, just get over it! Something in the corner moved. He was sure of it. Your letting this dream play tricks on your mind, just forget it! He kept his eyes glued on the corner. Well, it wasn't like three hours really mattered anyway. I might as well just stay awake. He concluded.

***

Kyle yawned again. He thought his jaw might crack if he kept this up. From the adjacent desk, Stan tossed him a worried look. Kyle waved it off, knowing that his friend's look probably had to do with the dark circles under his eyes. This had been the longest week of his life, enduring Cartman's constant taunts. It didn't help matters that his tired brain had been too muddled to come up with a decent remark all week. And then there was the nightmare. He shuddered at the thought. Okay, he would admit it. Despite his best efforts, that damn dream was starting to get to him. He'd begun to dread bedtime, lying awake in his bed, fighting the sleep that would always end up winning. And the dream would always come. It was lame, he knew. The red eyes and the shadowy figure were hardly the most disturbing thing he'd ever seen, but for some reason always managed to fill him with fear. Kyle yawned again, trying to pay attention to Mr. Garrison's lesson. The sexually confused teacher's lessons were snore-worthy at the best of times, but coupled with Kyle's sleepless week, he found it nearly impossible to keep his eyes open.

***

"This time you're mine." The wicked voice filled his ears, oozing with an evil satisfaction. He ran, feeling the thing's breath on the back of his neck.

"Why do you run? You can't escape. I will not leave until I get what I want! I have waited long enough!" The voice turned into an angry roar, nearly deafening him.

***

He was screaming again. The thought occurred to him when he noticed the whole class staring at him in shock. Kyle quickly closed his mouth. Stan looked even more worried. Kenny was sympathetic. Cartman was smiling so widely Kyle wondered how his face could contain it.

"Is there a problem?" Mr. Garrison was looking at him too.

"No, sir." He mumbled, turning his eyes to his desk so he wouldn't have to meet anyone's looks anymore. He could feel his face turning red. Damn this stupid nightmare! This is just retarded already. Fine. If this goddamn nightmare won't stop, I'll just stop sleeping! He decided determinedly.

***

"Hey Stan!" He called, jogging to catch up with his friend.

"Hey. Are you okay?" Asked Stan curiously "I mean, in class today you kind of…"

"Uh, yeah…don't worry I got it under control." Kyle wished he could be as confident as the words he spoke. Stan wasn't fooled. That's the disadvantage of super best friends, Kyle reflected you can't lie to them.

"Is this dream really messing you up this bad?" Stan's blue eyes pierced into Kyle's green one's, daring him to tell a lie. He sighed.

"I…I don't know, it shouldn't be that scary, I mean we've seen some really f**ked up things before, but for some reason I…" He felt his heart speeding up just thinking about it. For the most part he tried not to talk about the nightmare. The more he talked about it, the more real it all seemed. And the more real it seemed, the more frightening it seemed. And the more frightening it seemed, the more he thought about it. So he didn't talk about it.

"What's this nightmare about?" Stan wanted to know.

"Its just this big shadow thing with red eyes. I know, its really lame, but…" Kyle trailed off, embarrassed. There wasn't any real way to describe the fear that creature filled his heart with. The hellish way it's voice roared. Satan had nothing on this guy. Kyle decided it was time for a change of topic.

"Hey Stan, if you're not busy this weekend, did you want to come over to my house for night? I got the latest heaven vs. hell game for the game-sphere last week."

"Ok, sure. I'll just have to go pack and let my mom know. I'll meet you at your house in about half an hour."

"Alright, see ya!" Kyle sighed in relief. If he had someone to hang out with all night, hopefully he wouldn't drift off to sleep like he had in class. Stupid nightmare. You won't get to me tonight! He wondered about the sanity of talking to dreams. Probably shouldn't think about that. He decided.

***

Stan yawned.

"That's it dude, I'm done." He tossed the controller to the side.

"One more round!" Challenged Kyle. Stan groaned.

"I'm exhausted. Besides, I've beaten you every single round."

"You're just saying that because you know you're going to lose." Said Kyle, picking up Stan's controller and tossing it towards him. "I almost had you that time." It was a lie. Stan had totally kicked his ass every time. Kyle didn't care about the outcome of the game. As long as it wasn't sleeping, he was happy. He glanced at the clock.

"C'mon Stan, it's only 4:30!"

"Dude," groaned Stan "I need to get some sleep, I'm going to be exhausted for tomorrow."

"What's tomorrow?" frowned Kyle.

"You don't remember?" Kyle's blank look was all the confirmation he needed. "The Terrance and Philip movie comes out on DVD. I invited you, Kenny and Cartman over to watch. My parents are gone to some lame spa thing and Shelley is going to her friend's birthday party, so we got the place to ourselves. You really don't remember?" Kyle distantly recalled Stan telling him something similar some time in his past sleep-deprived week.

"Uh…"

Stan rolled his eyes and wriggled into his sleeping bag.

"Whatever, but I need to get some sleep." He stretched once and closed eyes.

"Yeah, ok." Sighed Kyle, picking up his controller. He started a one-player game. Stan opened one eye.

"Um, Kyle?"

"Yeah?"

"Aren't you going to sleep too?"

"Yeah, I'm just going to play one more round." There was silence for a moment other than the sound of heaven's armies being brutally slain by the forces of hell. Stan watched for a moment before speaking again.

"You're not planning on going to sleep are you?" Kyle bit his lip but didn't reply. Stan sighed.

"You can't just stay awake for the rest of your life you know." Kyle tried to concentrate on the game. Not that it would help at this point. Heaven was pretty much screwed. Just let it go, Stan. Kyle pleaded silently. His friend sighed, deciding this conversation could wait until morning. Kyle soon heard his soft snoring. He sighed as the words "YOU LOST" flashed on the screen. "REPLAY or QUIT?" asked the game. The tired boy glanced at the clock on the wall. 4:45. He selected replay.

***

He was still playing, and losing badly, when Stan woke up the next morning. His friend stretched and yawned and noticed Kyle still in front of the TV. He was quiet for a moment.

"Dude, you suck at that game." Kyle turned around and laughed.

"Good morning to you too." Stan was taken aback by Kyle's appearance. The dark circles under his eyes gave the impression that he was a raccoon that had picked a fight with the wrong guy. His eyes were totally bloodshot from playing game-sphere all night. Despite this fact he seemed pretty happy.

"Did you get any sleep at all?" Stan asked suspiciously.

"No, which means I didn't have any nightmares either." Kyle replied triumphantly. Stan sighed.

"For the second time, you can't survive without sleep your whole life." Kyle dropped his controller with a sigh, his good mood slipping away. Time for another topic change.

"I'm hungry, want some breakfast?" he asked, trying to keep his tone cheerful. Stan was reluctant to drop the topic, but he did have to admit breakfast did sound appealing. He followed his friend towards the kitchen. In the doorway Kyle suddenly stopped, leaning heavily on the doorframe.

"Hey, are you ok?" Asked Stan with concern. Kyle closed his eyes for a second quelling the nausea and dizziness. He opened his eyes.

"No…I-I…don't feel so good…" Stan noticed his friend's face had gone chalk white. Suddenly Kyle's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he collapsed to the ground.

"Kyle!" Stan rushed to his friend's side. "Kyle, wake up!" No response from the limp body "C'mon dude, wake up!"

***

It was dark. Everything was dark. What happened? Wondered Kyle, I was just going for breakfast…where am I? He'd been here before. A cold chill came up behind him. No. It was the only thought that entered his mind. No. No. No. No, no, no, no no nononono…

"You thought you were so clever." The voice behind him mocked him. He didn't' want to turn around. "You really thought that if you didn't go to sleep I couldn't get to you?" The hellish chuckle froze Kyle in place. No… he thought This can't be happening. I'm not sleeping. He can't get to me. He's in my dreams and if I'm not sleeping, he shouldn't be here.

"I am too powerful now. I'm so close. I am no longer bound by the laws of consciousness." The voice that sent shivers through every bone in his body explained patiently. Trembling, Kyle slowly turned his head. More real than ever before, the shadow stood behind him leering towards him.

"No!" he screamed, feeling tears starting to prick his eyes. "No, stay away!" There was that sinister chuckle that froze him in place. The shadowy beast bent over him lowering what could be called a face towards Kyle's head.

"Oh yes," the creature's putrid breath made Kyle think of rotting corpses and his stomach threatened to release his last meal, "you will be mine, and then…"

***

"Kyle!" He was aware of someone holding very tightly to his shoulders and shaking him. How could this happen?

"Come on, say something!" Insisted the voice. It's not fair. It doesn't make any sense…

"Please wake up…" I can't do anything. That thing can get to me whether I'm sleeping or awake… The tears forming in his eyes finally spilled.

"Kyle?" Kyle finally opened his eyes. "Jesus dude! You scared the shit out of me! Are you okay?" Kyle shook his head.

"It's not a dream." He whispered, tears falling freely.

"What?"

"He can get to me, even when I'm awake. I can't stop him. I think he's going to kill me…" Stan had no reply.

Whew. Long chapter. I think this is actually longer than my one-shot. Go figure. Anyway, don't expect the rest of the chapters to be this long. I think chapter two is actually going to be like half as long. Ok, right now I know it sounds like a freaky bad dream but this does actually tie in with the Imaginationland thing that I mentioned before.

Well, its 7:30 in the morning, so I pretty much just spent the whole night typing this. Wow. So I'm sorry if I messed up on some stuff. Well, I'm running out of things to say so I'm going to get some Z's now. Once again, much love to those of you who have and will review! Ok bye!