A/N: Hi...so, I'd just like to thank people for reading my first one shot, it means a lot, honestly. I'm 13 next month, yeah, I'm getting old. Since my first story was just a sort of short, fun, light hearted story, I was thinking about upping my game by writing a full lengthed story. I had no inspiration, nor do I have the plot line – apart from a few minor details – and I don't know where this could go. And yeah, it's got an OC in it. But she hasn't got a major part.

OK, so...I don't own South Park, but damn, I wish I did. That'd be cool.

Here's the prologue to 'Malevolence'...

Prolouge – Belligerent

She looked beautiful; a silhouette in the sunset.

She was a young girl, about mid twenties, with blonde, lavishing curls that stopped just above her waist, and stunning blue eyes that sparkled no matter what. Though she had rare beauty, she had the rare intelligence also.

Not only that, but a life ahead of her she could be proud of.

As she walked alone, capturing the scenery around her, gazing at the magnificence, she inhaled the fresh sea air and felt the wind blow her hair. It seemed so innocent – it was a mild summer's night in South Park, Colorado and it was a beach; nothing could go wrong, right?

Wrong.

Just as she stopped walking and faced the ocean that sparkled as the sun reflected on it, she felt hot breath in her ears. The hair on the back of her neck stood up immediately, though she wasn't sure why. A frightened sensation ran down her spine.

"Today could be the last day to live."

She gasped, but she didn't dare turn around to face the voice. The voice so spiteful, so full of poison, venemous...malicious...belligerent...

Her heart's pace got faster. She thought it would just implode as it thumped in her chest. Her breathing got heavier – what did the voice want? Why was it the last day to live? It all felt so surreal.

"Who are you?" She found herself whispering.

The voice snickered. "Your worst nightmare."

All things were silent. Nothing moved. She didn't even blink, breathe, nor move. She was too scared to. She couldn't even feel the presence of someone standing behind her, nor feel his cold, brown eyes bore into her back.

Her heart rested for a while. She stopped panicking. Everything went numb.

And that's when she felt a hand make contact with her mouth. She tried to scream, but they came out muffled and dry. She wanted to burst into tears and run away, run faster than she'd ever run before, but there was no escape this time.

She struggled, but the body behind her was far too powerful and too strong. She was so frightened, lost and confused that suddenly, everything went black. She was motionless – almost ready to just die and say goodbye to the world. The end for her was unfortunately near.

X (o) X –

This was it. No way out. No escape. Today was the day she would meet her death.

The person who kidnapped her waited for her to come around before finally killing her.

"I'm not dead?" she whimpered. She felt in pain, even though nothing had happened. The soon to be murderer hadn't even touched her yet.

"Nope," he replied with a smirk. She gasped – she recognized him, but she hadn't seen him in years...

"Cart-" The man again put his hand over her mouth, and she refrained from screaming. She'd given up long ago.

"Shh.." he lovingly stroked her gorgeous curls, trying to calm her down as he pulled down her trousers. One hand was still covering her mouth, but now she was screaming from the top of her lungs. The only problem was that no one could hear her.

"This might hurt," he warned her. He sat on top of her, getting sick pleasure out of her terror and fear, and as she began crying and begging for him to stop, he raped her.

Zipping his trousers up afterwards, he sighed.

"You do know what's coming now, don't you?" he asked, but it sounded more of a statement rather than an inquiry. She shook her head; her tears stained from all the ears; her throat feeling isolated and on fire; her eyes red.

He turned around, took some items off of a shelf, and brutally murdered her with every weapon possible. Once he knew for sure the girl was dead, he chuckled, before fledding the scene.

A/N :O Now, uh, raping's bad, m'kay? You shouldn't rape people. It's not meant to be a mystery story, and I know an almost 13 year old girl shouldn't write about rape and killing, but I couldn't resist. If you didn't get the clues, yeah, it's a very familiar face raping/killing a very familiar girl. Can you guess from her description? I'm a very obvious person, btw. So, um, yeah, that's the prologue. My spell checker isn't working so sorry for any typos/grammar errors/spelling errors, I tried my best! I'll try and update, but I'm back at school and my evil teacher's are being evil by giving me homework. And it's like midnight here so I should probably be going. Kthnxbye.