Every one has gone to middle school. Kyle has been the best one. He's still gets A+'s. Cartman is still the same Nazi, hater of about everything, the brat he always was. Stan is same as he was. Nothing more.

But, Kenny. He turned to a life of killing. He became a 'Hit man'; people paid him to kill others. He did this to help his family. His mother wanted to leave his father. All they did was beat up each other and scream at their children. If they could leave each other. Every one would be happier. And, his sister was sick, she needed help. He told his family he works out of town.

Sometimes he goes for days, trying to kill that one person. He came back with 1,000 or more bucks. His mother and father had broken up, they don't drink as much. His mother is working and doing well, his father in jail. His brother is trying to work as well. His sister is working as hard as she can in school.

One day, Kenny was at his desk at work, he was waiting for the next 'Hit project' as he would get a call it, the phone ringed. Kenny grabbed it.

"Hello, this is Ken's hit man projects how I may help you?" Kenny bellowed in his parka.

"Yes, I have two students in South Park Middle School." A raspy voice replied. Kenny rolled his eyes.

"Sorry sir, no one under 18. Please try someone other then me." Kenny said as he was about to hang up.

"! - But what if it's someone you want dead?" The voice asked. Kenny stopped. He thought to think of who he wanted dead. He grabbed his hand gun and began to play with it.

"Ha! Who do I want dead?" Kenny asked, chuckling darkly, smirking to himself.

"Stan. Your old friend…" The voice whispered, Kenny eyes widened, his smirk turn to a frown. He wanted Stan dead, right when-

"How much well you pay?" Kenny asked. Shock full his voice as he grabbed a piece of paper, the voice laughed.

"3,1000 bucks, and yes. Gave me Kyle if you can, that well gave you 100 more." The voice told, his dry voice bellowed from the phone line.

"No one under 18, if their not Stan." Kenny said his tone lifeless. He was going to that jack ass, finally.

"I see, for Kyle I well pay 4,9000." I voice begged.

"…Fine…." Kenny said, he needed the damn money. The voice had hanged up and Kenny got to work. He got his guns, knifes and other things. He worked out the plan, the things Kyle and Stan would do.

Finally, four days later. The plan was ready. He texted Kyle.

'Hey pal, I find this Epic place. It's an old High School, you know the new Mall their makin? YEAH~! There, you gonna come ;)'

Kenny texted it, a little later, Kyle texted back.

'Sweet dude! Be there in an hour!'

Kenny smiled, but one more text.

'Oh yeah, bring Stan. He'll love it!'

'Sure :) I'm calling Stan now!'

I grabbed my sack felled with guns, knifes and others. He saw Stan and Kyle.

'Hey guys!" Kenny called. They turned to face their friend. Kyle waved back, Stan looked the other way.

"Hey guys! Come on, its inside." Kenny grabbed their arms and pulled them in. They looked inside the old high school in awe. It was very large for only a high school. Kenny turned away from the boys whom he lied to and locked the only working door in the school. The other two boys heard the door locked. They turned.

"Kenny what the hell? Why did you lock the door?" Kyle asked, Kenny chuckled darkly as he turned, gun in hand.

"Because this is the only door in the school that works! And I'm the only one with a key!"

"K-Kenny, why, dude?" Stan asked, grabbing Kyle's wrist, backing away from the sadist boy.

"Because- I'm going to kill you, Stan!" Kenny laughed insanely, Stan hand held Kyle's harder as he backed more away. Kenny walked closer.

"Stan, the fuck do we do?! Kenny's goin' to kill us!" Kyle screamed, going behind Stan little, only because Stan was trying to stead in front of him.

"No, I'm only killing Stan, Kyle," Kenny looked right at him. "You're coming with me!"

"Like hell we well!" Stan began running to one of the many hallways. Kenny smirked to himself. He cocked his hand gun as he walked to the hallway his two friends just run into.

"It's always fun when they fight back…" Kenny giggled to himself.

Stan run in a closet, taking Kyle with him. Kyle was freaking out.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! Kenny's a psychotic! Why does Kenny want to kill you?" Kyle asked as he set down, trying to clam down before Kenny finds them. Stan shocked his head as he set by his best friend.

"Why does Kenny want you? He's just insane-!" they heard Kenny's boots hit the hard, cool, floor of the school. He was shooting into random classrooms. Stan grabbed Kyle and pulled him down. Before Kyle could punch Stan in the face. Gunshots shot where they were setting. Kyle eyes widened in shock, Stan covered his mouth, keeping him from screaming.

"Kyle? Stan? Where arrreee you?"

End Of Part One.