~Hello, people! This story is a sequel to my first story "Now we're Jack & Jill, Again", & it was requested to be written from Coyote Smith. The plotline, & everything. So, this is for you, Coyote! I hope you like it!

Back to You

Kenny was feeling completely hopeless. How could've he been so stupid that day? He never really let his poorness get in the way, unless it was brought up & mocked by Cartman, but goddamn. This went too far.

Kenny was in his room, playing with a kitchen knife, twirling the tip on the sheets of his bed. Which was, of course, putting little tears into the sheets. His eyes were looking nowhere, but the twirling knife. Round & round & round…. He was in a position where he looked very bored. Although, he wasn't.

He had run out of ideas to make up Stan's death to his friends, but they just wouldn't buy it. From (cheap) apology gifts, to torturing himself in front of his friends until he died. All of those plans were useless. Also considering the fact that they didn't remember Kenny killing himself.

So then, he got, what he thought, was a brilliant idea.

Hey! If I kill myself, I could go to heaven, & plead to have Stan back! Then, my friends will forgive me for sure! Fuck yeah! Kenny thought.

Kenny picked up the knife in a fist, & just as he was about to jab it in his gut, a shotgun bullet broke through his window, & hit the back of his head. He died instantly.

So, he was going to die anyway. ^_^

…

"Goddammit! You killed Kenny, you stupid bastards!" Kyle shouted out his bedroom window in perfect timing.

Jimbo & Ned were chasing down a deer that escaped the woods, & was running on the streets.

"MMMMM Oops, our bad." Ned apologized in a monotone voice through his electric voice box.

"Sorry, Kyle! I missed!" Jimbo yelled, as he was running down the street.

"Heh heh. SURE you did…" Kyle replied to himself in a deep voice.

Just then, Ike came through the door.

"Hi, bwobor!" Ike greeted.

"Get out of my room, Ike." Kyle ordered with an angry tone. "NOW."

"I'm scared! Help me!" Ike said, quivering.

Kyle slouched off his bed, & walked up to Ike, very closely. To the point to where their faces were about 2 inches apart.

"Look." Kyle said, sternly. "I don't play games, ok? I don't FUCK with my own brother, & I certainly don't bother him when I'm scared of a goddamned, MOTHERFUCKING, COCK-ASS, SPIDER!"

There was a long silence between the two boys.

"KYLE! WHAT IS GOING ON?" Kyle could hear his mom yell from downstairs.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Ike wailed, running to his room.

And Kyle was left standing there, not looking ashamed the tiniest bit. Just staring at the ground, where Ike was standing, just moments ago.

Sheila Broflovski was bolting up the stairs so loud, you could hear her high-heals being tortured all the way up.

Not long after the high-heal-torturing, Sheila was standing tall in front of Kyle, with her arms crossed, & an angry glare looking down at him.

"Kyle?! Who taught you to use that kind of language in this house?" Sheila projected fiercely.

Kyle, not looking up at her, replied, "Nowhere."

"Kyle, you get in your room, & DO NOT come out for the rest of the night! You hear me, young man?" Sheila responded, not sounding the least bit convinced.

Kyle then mumbled something inaudible, & slammed his door.

"What was that? What did you say Kyle?!'' Sheila shouted through the door. "Open this door, RIGHT NOW!"

But, Kyle never answered. Eventually, Sheila gave up, & went into Ike's room to comfort him.

Ever since Stan died, Kyle has become a total bully at school, a decent friend of Cartman's, & a mean, nasty, unbrotherly, could give a damn about anything, punk. Everyone absolutely hated him at school, even Butters. From a list by the girls, he was voted the biggest asshole out of the whole school. But, knowing Kyle now, it took no effect out of him. He picked the list up, literally walked out of the school, & shoved it into the Testaburgers' mailbox. When he came back to school, he pretended like nothing happened. That's how big of an asshole he was.

…

Kenny was now in Hell, exactly the place where he did not want to be. He wanted to be in heaven, so he could plead to God, damn it! He felt very uncomfortable down in Hell. And it's not for the obvious reasons. Kenny didn't like it, because he always got these weird feelings that Satan wanted a gay relationship with him. The feeling would always feel like a mix of nausea, confusion, & everything would start to smell like sweat, & chicken potpies mixed together. That strong odor & feeling would always occur if Satan was nearby. And by "nearby", I mean within 300 feet of Kenny.

"I'll just have to wait another fucking night, I guess." Kenny mumbled to himself. He was sitting on a burning log, but Kenny didn't care about the pain. He was just eager to get out of there.

(The next morning)

The next morning, Kenny woke up in his bed again, without a scratch. His immediate first thought was how he was going to guarantee that the next time he dies, he will go to Heaven. Maybe, he thought, suicide would've done it. But damn Jimbo interrupted me.

He sat up in his bed, & looked out the busted window. God, it was bright for a morning! The gleaming light made him squint his eyes, almost until they were closed shut. He pulled the strings on his parka, & tightened the hood. He hopped out of bed, & looking away, did his best to block out the bright light with his damaged blinds. He did an okay job; a good enough job to allow him to see again.

He headed over to the kitchen for breakfast, & found his mother in the living room, bitching a hissy fit at her husband (again). Kenny knew she wouldn't stop to serve breakfast anytime soon, so Kenny looked in the pantry to see what he could get for himself. He found a box of Cheerios, & took it out of the pantry. He then went to the fridge, & got some milk. He got his own spoon & bowl as well. He poured the cereal in the bowl, then the milk, put the spoon in, & dug in.

Also sitting at the table was his brother & sister, Kevin & Karen. But he didn't feel like talking to them at the moment, so the table was completely silent for the whole time, face down on their food. If they looked up for anything, it was to watch their parents bicker over something unreasonable (as always).

Kenny finished last, & set his bowl in the sink.

"Fuck yew, bitch!" Mr. McCormick yelled at Mrs. McCormick.

"SHUT UP, ASSHOLE!" Mrs. McCormick hollered back.

Kenny had enough of this. Kenny didn't have the tolerance to listen to this shit on a Saturday. He looked in the fridge for something large to throw at them. He found an orange, & grabbed it, tightly in one hand. He closed the fridge door, & aimed at the wall that was on the side of the parents. He was planning to throw the orange right in between their faces, & hit that wall on their side.

Kenny threw the orange, & when the orange hit the wall, it startled the parents, & they stopped arguing. The turned to look to see who threw that, & saw Kenny stare at them for 5 seconds, then walk back into his room.

~Yes, I know, another awkward ending, but as you can see, I'm not very good at writing endings for a first chapter. Well anyways, I'm sorry if the story was out of character to you, but it's difficult to get into the writing mood after a school day! :p Moving on, leave a review if you liked it, favorite if you loved it, PM to me if you have a suggestion for another story I should write, & I'll write & post Chapter 2 shortly. Thanks! 3