Mountain Town
Chapter 1: Remembering All Whom Pass
Death would depress any soul, from taking one friend to five, or eventually over twenty consecutively. It wears on the spirit. Optimism would be hard to be friends with. Especially at the age of eight.
The rain splashed down outside of his window, it was another dark day, and it was another funeral. He silently prayed to his God, wondering if he was somehow punishing him for some act of blasphemy, or betrayal. He repented every day, every week, after every death. Today he would do the same.
"Kyle, boobala. It's time to go." Sheila Broflovski calmly called her son, she was wiping the tears from her eyes, but gave an encouraging smile as he turned and walked out of his room. She was the newly elected mayor of this god-forsaken town.
Walking down the block together, she took her son's hand, reassuring him his friend was now an angel, chosen to watch over him. Approaching the muddy graveyard, her tears flowed more freely letting a sob slip here and there. The sight was devastating, there were five burying that morning, fifteen for that week. His best friend would be the sixteen, ending that weeks 'record.'
"Now, I know it will be hard Kyle, but be strong for your friend, he wouldn't want you to cry." Sheila fixed her hair and as she heard the first flash of a photographer she picked up her son, walking swiftly to the last place Stan Marsh would forever rest.
Joining the other women of the town, she noticed the absence of one of her friends, and the last friend of her son.
"Where're Liane and her little Eric?"
Mrs. Tweek spoke up. "Eric was rushed to the hospital last night, they think he's caught the virus as well."
"The poor child." She put Kyle down and he slowly walked towards the Marsh family, who gathered silently around the grave.
"Your so lucky Sheila." One woman spoke up. "Kyle's still with us."
"He's always had a strong immune system." She recalled the time she had arranged for him to catch chicken pox just months before. All of his friends caught it so easily; it took him days later to catch it. She just hoped he would never catch this virus.
"Do you think maybe it's because your Jewish Sheila, that he lives? That it was your God all along, who was right and now, now he's punishing us?" Mrs. Thomson exclaimed. "Do you think if my family was Jewish, then my little Bebe would have been saved?" "I, don't know."
"Kyle, you were such a good friend to Stan." Mrs. Marsh patted his hat, as Mr. Marsh patted his shoulders. In the background, there was much construction going on. Randy glanced to Sheila, who glared at him.
"Thank you Mrs. Marsh." Kyle spoke in a small voice. He had meant to apologize. No words would come though. "If you ever want to talk dear, I know how close you and my Stan were, if you need to talk-" At that moment Sheila approached the family, whom didn't appear to be in each other's graces. Sheila stared at the weeping mother of her son's best friend. "I'm sorry for your loss. On behalf of the town, we weep with you." Walking away without much of another word, she stared at her son. "Come on Kyle, we're going to visit your friend Eric." In the background Kyle heard Mr. Marsh's comment. "All she's done is destroy this city, she thinks she can just build over us, after all of our children's deaths."
The rain pelted on them as they walked briskly to hell's pass hospital. When he learned Cartman would most likely die next, he braced himself. 'It would be easier after this I already lost Stan. It can't hurt more then that, right?'
The stark walls of the hospital were no longer a bother to Kyle's eyes. For the past month he had grown accustomed to the pure white ceilings, walls and sheets.
Cartman was now sick.
Cartman would be next. No surprises this time.
The real question was would he really miss Cartman?
It was now day 5, Cartman was officially in a coma. They had somehow stabilized the virus. Within that month they developed a miracle drug, and it seemed Cartman was the guinipig. Too bad everyone else was already dead. He would probably be the last of his generation in South Park. That is, unless Cartman survived.
Day 6, Kyle was on his way to see Cartman with his mother and Ike. As they approached Hell's Pass a few rains began to drop upon their heads. Sheila immediately rose up an umbrella. The streets were littered with people walking to and from Hell's Pass. The construction around the hospital made at one point, large building appears small and fragile.
Building were soon appears everywhere. Soon their once quiet mountain town would become a metropolis and it would happen sooner then any of the residents of South Park had expected. Sheila's plan as mayor had been to change South Park for the better. All that had happened though was mass production, and the eventual building over the residents themselves. Soon, production began of the building over the town itself. Within the next few years, the original South Park itself would cease to exist. He had his mother to thank for that. Maybe it would be for the best. Just to forget what had happened, all his pain. His mother was doing this for him, and Ike.
As they grew closer a noise caught Kyle's ears. He stops and between the several drops that few into his sight, there was a silhouette flying towards him. He strained his eyes and the music grew louder and louder. A thought edged into Kyle's mind. It was an angel.
"Mom." He stated. Sheila stopped walking, turning and looked at Kyle in an adjatated way.
"What is it Kyle?" She took a step closer. "We have to get into the hospital before the weather gets worse.
"Mom, it's an angel. She's singing." She squinted her eyes and noticed an object swiftly gliding towards the ground. She wasn't singing though. She was screaming.
"KYLE!" She threw down her umbrella and Ike as Kyle was frozen in one place memorized by the suicidal patient falling form the top of the hospital and directly to the ground. "KYLE MOVE!"
"Boobala!!!" Sheila's scream pierced the stormy afternoon as Kyle's angel fell directly into him.
As she cradled her son, dark thoughts swam through her mind, threatening to destroy the world with only the push of a button.
Author's note: Yes, I realize this is depressing. But I needed to basically kill everyone off in order for the story to work properly. It has the influence of the anime "Metropolis." So if you've seen it, you will realize the similarities. Regardless if you have seen it or not. Enjoy.
Death would depress any soul, from taking one friend to five, or eventually over twenty consecutively. It wears on the spirit. Optimism would be hard to be friends with. Especially at the age of eight.
The rain splashed down outside of his window, it was another dark day, and it was another funeral. He silently prayed to his God, wondering if he was somehow punishing him for some act of blasphemy, or betrayal. He repented every day, every week, after every death. Today he would do the same.
"Kyle, boobala. It's time to go." Sheila Broflovski calmly called her son, she was wiping the tears from her eyes, but gave an encouraging smile as he turned and walked out of his room. She was the newly elected mayor of this god-forsaken town.
Walking down the block together, she took her son's hand, reassuring him his friend was now an angel, chosen to watch over him. Approaching the muddy graveyard, her tears flowed more freely letting a sob slip here and there. The sight was devastating, there were five burying that morning, fifteen for that week. His best friend would be the sixteen, ending that weeks 'record.'
"Now, I know it will be hard Kyle, but be strong for your friend, he wouldn't want you to cry." Sheila fixed her hair and as she heard the first flash of a photographer she picked up her son, walking swiftly to the last place Stan Marsh would forever rest.
Joining the other women of the town, she noticed the absence of one of her friends, and the last friend of her son.
"Where're Liane and her little Eric?"
Mrs. Tweek spoke up. "Eric was rushed to the hospital last night, they think he's caught the virus as well."
"The poor child." She put Kyle down and he slowly walked towards the Marsh family, who gathered silently around the grave.
"Your so lucky Sheila." One woman spoke up. "Kyle's still with us."
"He's always had a strong immune system." She recalled the time she had arranged for him to catch chicken pox just months before. All of his friends caught it so easily; it took him days later to catch it. She just hoped he would never catch this virus.
"Do you think maybe it's because your Jewish Sheila, that he lives? That it was your God all along, who was right and now, now he's punishing us?" Mrs. Thomson exclaimed. "Do you think if my family was Jewish, then my little Bebe would have been saved?" "I, don't know."
"Kyle, you were such a good friend to Stan." Mrs. Marsh patted his hat, as Mr. Marsh patted his shoulders. In the background, there was much construction going on. Randy glanced to Sheila, who glared at him.
"Thank you Mrs. Marsh." Kyle spoke in a small voice. He had meant to apologize. No words would come though. "If you ever want to talk dear, I know how close you and my Stan were, if you need to talk-" At that moment Sheila approached the family, whom didn't appear to be in each other's graces. Sheila stared at the weeping mother of her son's best friend. "I'm sorry for your loss. On behalf of the town, we weep with you." Walking away without much of another word, she stared at her son. "Come on Kyle, we're going to visit your friend Eric." In the background Kyle heard Mr. Marsh's comment. "All she's done is destroy this city, she thinks she can just build over us, after all of our children's deaths."
The rain pelted on them as they walked briskly to hell's pass hospital. When he learned Cartman would most likely die next, he braced himself. 'It would be easier after this I already lost Stan. It can't hurt more then that, right?'
The stark walls of the hospital were no longer a bother to Kyle's eyes. For the past month he had grown accustomed to the pure white ceilings, walls and sheets.
Cartman was now sick.
Cartman would be next. No surprises this time.
The real question was would he really miss Cartman?
It was now day 5, Cartman was officially in a coma. They had somehow stabilized the virus. Within that month they developed a miracle drug, and it seemed Cartman was the guinipig. Too bad everyone else was already dead. He would probably be the last of his generation in South Park. That is, unless Cartman survived.
Day 6, Kyle was on his way to see Cartman with his mother and Ike. As they approached Hell's Pass a few rains began to drop upon their heads. Sheila immediately rose up an umbrella. The streets were littered with people walking to and from Hell's Pass. The construction around the hospital made at one point, large building appears small and fragile.
Building were soon appears everywhere. Soon their once quiet mountain town would become a metropolis and it would happen sooner then any of the residents of South Park had expected. Sheila's plan as mayor had been to change South Park for the better. All that had happened though was mass production, and the eventual building over the residents themselves. Soon, production began of the building over the town itself. Within the next few years, the original South Park itself would cease to exist. He had his mother to thank for that. Maybe it would be for the best. Just to forget what had happened, all his pain. His mother was doing this for him, and Ike.
As they grew closer a noise caught Kyle's ears. He stops and between the several drops that few into his sight, there was a silhouette flying towards him. He strained his eyes and the music grew louder and louder. A thought edged into Kyle's mind. It was an angel.
"Mom." He stated. Sheila stopped walking, turning and looked at Kyle in an adjatated way.
"What is it Kyle?" She took a step closer. "We have to get into the hospital before the weather gets worse.
"Mom, it's an angel. She's singing." She squinted her eyes and noticed an object swiftly gliding towards the ground. She wasn't singing though. She was screaming.
"KYLE!" She threw down her umbrella and Ike as Kyle was frozen in one place memorized by the suicidal patient falling form the top of the hospital and directly to the ground. "KYLE MOVE!"
"Boobala!!!" Sheila's scream pierced the stormy afternoon as Kyle's angel fell directly into him.
As she cradled her son, dark thoughts swam through her mind, threatening to destroy the world with only the push of a button.
Author's note: Yes, I realize this is depressing. But I needed to basically kill everyone off in order for the story to work properly. It has the influence of the anime "Metropolis." So if you've seen it, you will realize the similarities. Regardless if you have seen it or not. Enjoy.