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Amy: Hello, this is my first fanfiction, so please be nice. The main pairings are Damien x Kenny and Stan x Kenny. Of course, there are other slash pairings and regular pairings too, but I'm going to keep it a secret for now. There is a time skip in this story, so I provided you with an age list.
Kenny – 14
Kevin (Kenny's older brother) - 17
Katie (Kenny's younger sister) – 12 (I'm not sure if it is correct or not, but..)
Damien – 15
Stan – 15
Shelly - 17
Kyle – 14
Ike - 7
Cartman – 15
Satan – who the hell knows?
And parents…no one cares about the parents, so I'm not going to mention their names. I'm going to mention the girls' ages later in the chapter. Well, enjoy the story.
A whisper of wind swirled lazily outside, lifting a small handful of dead leaves and snow powders and flinging them against the cracked window of Kenny's room. The boy's usual bright cerulean eyes were dull with despair, his orange parka stained in crimson, and his pale face caked with his own blood.
He sat in the corner of the room where the blue paint easily peeled off, staring at the shadow that loomed over him with an emotionless expression. "What do you want?" He spat.
"Now, now Kenneth, is that any way to treat your mother?" Carol McCormick said in a sickening sweet tone, keeping a tight grip on the kitchen knife that had blood, Kenny's blood, dripping down its sharp tip.
"I'm not related to you as far as I know." The boy countered.
"What do you mean, honey?"
Kenny made eye contact with the woman. "You treat me like shit; I don't look like anyone from this family, and it doesn't say my name on the family records." He replied in monotone, dipping his index finger in the red puddle that formed by his body. "Admit it. I am adopted."
"Why Kenneth, I have no idea what you are talking about?" The red haired woman took a step forward. "Why are you talking about this nonsense? I am your mother, aren't I? You have to trust mommy, no?"
The blonde looked away, not making any attempts to get up and run. "You're not. Stop faking, Mrs. McCormick. I am not related to you, and I don't want to be."
The woman's expression immediately changed from smug to anger. "How dare you talk back to me Kenneth?! You really should respect your family members!"
"This is not my family." He pointed out.
"That's it! That's the last straw!" She marched up to the boy and grabbed his collar. "I have worked so hard for the money, just to pay the rent and food, and you don't appreciate it?! At least you will know for sure every night that you could sleep under a roof and have warm food waiting for you!"
"Maybe I don't want these things." He slapped the woman's hand away.
"What?!"
Kenny smudged away some blood from his cheek. "Maybe I like living when I am not sure where to sleep at night, or what to eat. If I remembered correctly, you once put rat poisoning in my meal, except for Katie accidentally ate it, thinking it was her plate." He looked away, his voice now soft. "And now look what happened to her."
"So you are blaming me for her loss?!" In a split second, the knife was a few centimeters away from the Kenny's nose.
"Yes, precisely." He replied calmly. "You may have given us food, but we are scared to eat it. You may have given us shelter, but one of us would always keep watch in fear of you trying to kill us. There was never a night when we slept peacefully, nor a night when we could happily accept your food. We had to take turns trying the food, just like gunny pigs in laboratory to see if it was poisoned or not!"
"It was you! It was you all along isn't it?! You brainwashed my son and daughter to think I am a monster! You demon! I knew something wasn't right about you when I first saw you, but to think that my own son tried to-"
"I am not your son." Kenny objected.
"Fine, if you deny it so much, if you don't appreciate what I am doing for you, then you can just go to Hell!"
"Maybe I will."
A kick, several stabs, and crimson liquid splashed on the crayon-blue walls, the blonde's world tilts as he realizes that he had fallen. Placing the knife in his hand to make it look like suicide, Mrs. McCormick stormed out of the room, shouted out cuss words.
A few hours later, the oldest of the siblings returned from work. "Kenny?" He called out. "I talked to the boss of the restaurant, and he said if you want, you could work there as a waiter too."
Kevin paused, expecting his little brother to burst out of his room screaming in joy, but the house was silent. "Kenny?"
He made his way across the house and up the stairs. The brunette knocked on the door, waiting for a response. "Ken? You there? Well, I'm going in if you don't answer." The high school student pushed open the door, seeing the bloody sight in front of him.
There was his little brother, curled up in the corner lying in the pool of blood with a kitchen knife in his left hand.
"Oh god." He immediately rushed over and gently lifted up the blonde from the dirty floor. "Kenny? You alright?" He cradled the body. God damn it. Does he look alright to you? His mind retorted.
"Why do you always let mom do these things to you?" He whispered. "Why can't you just run away from her?"
"I…can't run…forever, can I?" Kenny rasped, his azure eyes half opened, staring at nothing. "I really…want to…die, K-Kevin. Kill me…please. I c-can't stand…to be h-here any longer. Tell d-dad…that I-"
"Dad's…gone, remember?" The older brother said gently. "Shh…don't waste your breath. Wait here for a while; I'll get some bandages for you."
"But…I j-just saw dad in my r-room! H-he was smiling at m-me!"
"No Kenny. You're hallucinating from blood loss. With mom in the house, I can't afford to call 911. I'm afraid that you have to deal with this pain right now."
"A-Alright."
Kenny's large eyes stared at the departing figure of his unrelated older brother figure, and his gaze landed on the knife. The blade shined as he picked it up by the handle and smiled. "I guess this is goodbye."
The light of the hospital room flickered in an annoying manner, and then went back to normal in a few seconds. In a desperate situation like this when one grain of sand could tip the scale of life or death, ironically, all Kevin could think about was the flickering light.
Perhaps it was better that way. Maybe the light could take his mind off his severely wounded little brother, at least for a little while.
"God Kenny, what were you thinking? Now I am forced to take you to the hospital. What would mom do if she finds out?"
The brunette sighed and put his hands together and closed his eyes.
Dear Lord,
I know that I haven't worshipped you in a long while, but please hear what I am about to say. My little brother is dying over here, and as you know, he has done nothing wrong. He is just an 8th grade kid who is suffering from child abuse.
We may not be bound by blood, but he is still my brother, and I care a lot about him.
I know that all things and people die after a while, but he is only fourteen; too young to be taken away. If he dies, I don't know what I am going to do, so please, please try to save him.
Yours Truly,
Kevin McCormick
The oldest McCormick sibling stopped praying and looked at the peaceful figure of his brother lying on the white sheets of hospital bed. Occasionally, the blonde who murmur something in his sleep; Kevin would lean in, trying to figure out what he said.
Beep. Beep. Beep. The quiet sounds that the heart monitor made was luring the older boy to sleep. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't. He had made a promise to himself: do not sleep until Kenny wakes up. And he is not about to break it.
None of this mattered to Kenny. Without noticing, his presence in the real world had begun to slowly fade away.
When he opened his eyes once again, he was no longer in the white room with his brother by his side. Now what stood in front of him were the blood red gates of Hell.
"What are you doing here?" One of the minions inquired, thrusting up a sharp spear at the direction of the boy.
"I came here because I wanted to have tea with the dead just like Alice in Wonderland." Said Kenny in bitter sarcasm. "I died."
"What? You're a kid. Why would a kid go down here instead of Heaven?" The little demon scratched his head. "Ah, whatever. Open the gates!"
At his demand, the gates slowly creaked open, and the demon pointed inside. "In you go now, I don't have all day. You wait in line over there until it's your turn to get tortured, understand?"
The blonde merely nodded and walked in against his will. Hell was no different from his own house, according to the boy. He went to the end of the long time, and another demon gave him a number.
"You will go up there when they call out your number. Yours is 0302, they are on 0196 right, for your information." After explaining, the creature went off to another section of Hell.
"Hey kid, you want some of this shit?" An old man held up a bottle of whiskey. "It's good."
"No thank you." Kenny declined, pulling up his orange hood to hide his face.
"Dude, how did you end up here?" Asked one of the people. "How could a kid do something so bad that he had to go to Hell? Like dude, I envy you. I wish I can be as bad-ass as you!"
The blonde shrugged and focused on his number instead. 0302. Huh. It's my birthday. March 2nd. But it doesn't matter, does it? I already lost track of what day it was…and plus, I have no excuse of living anyways.
"Excuse me, but there is a misunderstanding here." A voice said from the front of the torture chamber.
The little demon workers gasped, and motioned the people to kneel down.
"Why are we doing this?" Kenny asked a random person to his right.
"Don't you know?" The demon that gave him his number hissed. "That's our Prince of Darkness over there!"
"That's Satan?" The boy peered over, seeing a dark haired boy dressed black from head to toe. An antichrist, he observed from the necklace that the 'Prince of Darkness' is wearing.
"Don't you know anything?" The creature slapped his forehead. "Lord Satan had become the King of Darkness; therefore, it makes his son Prince."
"What is it, Prince Damien?" The head chief of the torture process asked.
"Satan said that one of these people do not belong here, and told me to bring him or her here. It's..." He glanced at the piece of paper that had the name scribbled on it. "Kenneth. Is there anyone here named Kenneth?"
"It's me, it's me!" Another boy yelled, waving furiously. "My name is Kenneth!"
"No. Your name is Trent Boyette. You have been to Juvenile five times and five times you have gotten out." Damien said coldly. "And your punishment for lying…" He looked at the chief. "He is next for the torturing process."
The chief nodded silently.
"Now, who really is Kenneth?" The son of Satan asked.
Kenny stood up. "My real name is Kenneth McCormick, but everyone just calls me 'Kenny'." He paused, realizing that he might have made the wrong choice and wound up second in line.
"Very well, Kenny. Follow me then." The other boy turned around. "Everyone, please go back to work."
The blonde followed Damien out of the torture chamber, and in the back of his mind, he could hear the haunting screams of Trent Boyette being lowered into a pot of steaming water.
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Amy: Thank you all for reading, and please review. It will make me update faster. :)