Darkness. It's what envelopes you constantly. It stalks you as the sun sets, it's the reason why things go bump in the night. Darkness will always be there, taunting you. Waiting for the right moment to strike. It is your worst nightmare. Well, at least for me, but I won't dwell on that too much. There are still too many things to tell.

Alas, where there is darkness, there is light. Or so they say. This, however, is a complete lie.

I am currently standing in darkness. Clutching at me from every side. I can't see anything, I can't hear anything. Just pitch darkness, mocking me. The air, if you can call it that, is so thick it is suffocating me. My skin is burning, like it's on fire. I can feel sweat begin to form and slide down. I can't stand it. I feel dirty, and gross. My skin is heavily increasing in heat, and I feel myself start to pant. My mouth is so dry, I need water. I need to get out of here, yet here I am. I haven't moved for what seems like ages. My body feels extremely heavy when I will it to move. After a while I give up and just let myself slump down. I'm drowning, well, suffocating to be correct. Hah, I suppose right now is not the time to be a smart ass, but I can't help it, even if I am dying. Now that I think about it, I wonder if this it how it feels to die. Maybe I did die. Perhaps I am dead, and this. . .is Hell. I'm pretty fucking sure this is not Heaven. I wouldn't be suffering if it was.

I knew something bad was going to happen. I kept having these bad premonitions, that something horrid was going to occur. It would irk me constantly. Every morning, I would wake up, a scream caught in the back of my throat. Vile, acidic liquid, threatening to crawl up my esophagus. I would dive into my bathroom and empty out my stomach. The foul taste and smell would linger and I'd find myself brushing my teeth furiously. After those few moments in the morning, everything would go back to my mundane routine. I would get ready for school, wake my little brother up, and help my mom with breakfast. Everything would be fine until I stepped out of the house. My body would tense and the hairs on my body would stick up. A heavy feeling would soon become the wind. That dreaded feeling of being watched would follow soon. Once in a while, I would ask my little brother if he felt that. He would always give me a puzzled look then ask, " Feel what?"

I wouldn't bother elaborating further and just shake my head at him and mutter a quick never mind. Quickening my pace soon afterwards. I would drop my brother off into his fancy private school, he is the next kid prodigy, you know. Crows would soon start to surround me, landing on top of the school, trees and other shit. Their stare would follow my every move. They just sat there. . .watching me with their penetrating eyes. Something about them was so wrong. All I could see is pure malice and destruction in them. I would find myself running towards the bus stop. Where my friends would always meet, only we didn't take the bus anymore. Stan would usually drive up and take us to school in his crappy little Honda Civic. Those days would drag on. I would go on with my school life, walking class to class, taking notes, and eating lunch with my friends. The feeling never left, though. I would constantly sit there, dwelling in my own paranoia. I'd tell myself, so this is what it was like to be Tweek. Without the constant twitching and addiction to coffee; I was basically his second persona. This all went on, day after day.

School would eventually come to a long awaited end, but then again, after school wasn't better at all. It was far worse than the morning.

I would hitch a ride with Stan or Christophe, if Stan had to go with Wendy. When it was Stan who would do the pleasure of dropping all three of us home, I would dread that they would ask me to hang out with them. Not that I didn't want to but with what was happening, I couldn't say yes out of fear. Coming up with some bullshit excuse, I would deny any invitation thrown at me. I tired soon, and ended up telling them that I was grounded for failing a Chemistry quiz; bringing two weeks of lame excuses to a hiatus. Not that it did me any good. The sun had to come down eventually, and it never failed to, naturally. Unfortunately, that's when the real nightmare would start.

Leaving every light on possible in my house, I would pace back and forward. Walking from my room, to the kitchen, living room, bathroom; you get the gist. Trying my best to stay away from dark corners. I would look through the corner of my eyes where the shadows would dance. Then quickly disparate when I would glance over them. They were shadowy little creatures, usually, you could see where their eyes would be. They would mumble something incoherent with a chant-like tone. Crazy little things, yet somehow, they seemed familiar. I recognized them, maybe a movie or a show? I'm not sure. It was crazy talk, that is what I repeated to myself. After a while, I started to crave the company and comfort of somebody. Eventually, I'd find myself waiting for my little brother to arrive home from Cram School. Poor kid, hasn't had an opportunity at childhood. Blame my parents. My childhood was obviously filled with badass adventures but Ike only came on some, not too many. Basically, I spent my time at home helping Ike with his homework. Sometimes we would just relax in his room and talk the night away. He kept me distracted, I was grateful for that. I know this seems complete absurd to say but, I was kind of glad this scare was happening. It drove me to Ike, making our bond grow immensely. That is the only good that has come from this, un-fucking-fortunately.

At first, I thought I was crazy. That perhaps I had snapped, and gone completely and utterly mad. What other reason could there be for this. . .surreal ordeal? I was convinced that I had lost it, and I came to terms with that. In hopes to be rescued and placed in an Insane Asylum, away from this living nightmare. That was until one day. This particular day, the day that leads me to where I currently am. That day was where the sirens went haywire and I should have listened to him. One of my best friends. . .he warned me of an upcoming tragedy that involved me. Kenny was right.

After a while, I started noticing some changes in South Park itself. Everything was dark. I mean, it looked as if though the town was tinted. The sky wasn't blue anymore, it was a grayish and pink color. The snow would fall during night, almost never at times. It was. . .peculiar to say the least. Not only that, but it was affecting the people in South Park. Everyone was crabby, and gloomy. Our faces weren't as colorful, more sickly pale. Sometimes, I would hear screaming at sun down. That was the only thing other's could hear too. We would jump onto the News just to see if some type of crime was being committed. Apparently, there were. Cows were being slaughtered. Birds were found dead everywhere; in the middle of the street. Pets, decapitated and their blood smeared onto walls. Constant missing person reports would be shown. Crimes had increased significantly. South Park had gone rogue.

It had been a month or so, since the paranoia had begun. I went about in my life as if nothing had changed. Except that day Kenny kept following me around. I didn't think it was much of a big deal, since he's once of my best friends. Until I found myself being shoved into a bathroom stall after excusing myself from the cafeteria. I was lunged on top of toilet, immediately pushing myself up in disgust from coming in contact with it. Turning, I saw Kenny locking the stall's door.

"What the fuck, Ke-?" I began, only to be shut by Kenny's hand covering my mouth.

"Shh, keep it down, Kyle," he whispered hastily. I nodded, and he let me go. We had stood there in silence, staring at each other. I wasn't sure what he wanted, and frankly, he wasn't explaining it.

"Ken," it was above a whisper.

"Shh," he hushed me, one finger pressing against my lips. "Listen, and listen well, Kyle. Some crazy shit is going down here. I'm not too sure what it is but I know it has to do with you, dude. Something is out there! And. . .and it has its sight set on you, man. You have to get out of here, leave South Park, Kyle."

"Wait, what?" I looked at him incredulously.

"Haven't you noticed the changes?" he huffed. I nodded and that was when I shut up and watched him in wide eyes, hoping he would continue. "Like I said, some crazy and sick shit is going on in this godforsaken town. I see the shadows in every dark corner, I hear them whispering, they. . .whisper your name, Kyle."

I remember everything sinking in then. What little I understood, I knew I had to get out of there. Kenny tried to help. He walked with me home, since Stan couldn't give us a lift and Christophe had left to some unknown place. We weren't even halfway to my house when some crows started stalking us. To say I was freaked out, would be an understatement. I was shitting bricks, terrified. I had even jumped a little when Kenny grabbed my hand and pulled me into a run. We could hear their cawing become more animalistic and berserk. My heart could have jumped out of my chest by then. The sun had started setting much faster, it had only been three fucking p.m. It was preposterous! By the time we ran into my house, the sky was glazed with a pink-red color. No one was home, and all the lights were off. Kenny and I ran into every room, switching on all the lights. We could hear our panting and had made our way to my room. I remember dumping my backpack out and shoving in clothes frantically. Kenny had looked around and found a black duffel bag doing the same. I grabbed my much earned and saved up cash out of my desk drawer, shoving it all into a bag along with my laptop. When we had finished, and stepped out, the sight that had greeted us. . .is something I'll never forget. Even the thought of it as I am standing in the epitome of darkness, makes me shiver and shake in fear.

I had let out a shaky breath. The sky was completely black seldom to some bloody red patches. There was no snow. Looking over the town, almost every building was burning down. South Park was in complete chaos. The fire started to dance its way onto the pavement, onto people. . .people. Oh God. I remember those shadowy creatures. They. .they were fucking tearing into bodies of the town folk. Their organs thrown on the floor while they devoured their flesh. I think I had seen Mr. Stotch being pulled out of his car, only to be mauled by a few of those things. The foul stench of rotting flesh and fire filled my nostrils. Vile threatened to make its way back up. I coughed up a bit of it, then spat it out. A hand that clasped my shoulder had made me jump and scream. Looking over, I remembered I was with Kenny. He looked at me his mouth moving but nothing coming out.

"What?" I asked him, my confusion evident. His mouth had begun to move, and that was when I noticed I couldn't hear a thing. I had glanced over to the sight in front of us, no screams were heard. "Holy shit! Kenny, I think I'm deaf!" I cried out. Tears at the corner of my eyes. "I-"

Interrupted by Kenny starting to pull me along with him. We ran into Mr. Stotch's car, he had left the keys in the ignition. Shoving my bags into the car. Kenny frantically started driving away, towards the towns exit. Only, I stopped us. I really wish I would have let Kenny keep going. Regrets, regrets, regrets.

"Wa-Wait Kenny! We can't leave Stan and Cartman!" I shrieked. He looked me over, his mouth moving. He must have remembered what I told him earlier because he picked up his fist and punched the steering wheel. He pulled out his phone and dialed Stan and Cartman. It must have been in vain because he flung his phone out the window furiously. I hit my face against the passenger window when Kenny made an outrageous u-turn. "Fuck. ."

I never knew what a good driver Kenny was until then. He had succeeded in dodging any obstacles in our way. Thank God, I thought. We pulled up in front of Stan's house, quickly running inside. We had checked in every room but no one was home. That was when I started sobbing, hysterically may I add. My best friend wasn't here, he might have died. .and the thought made me insane. I couldn't stand the mere thought of losing my Super Best Friend, not now, and not ever. I'm still wondering if he's alive. . .if I'm alive.

Kenny's arm was swung onto my shoulders in a slight hug as we began to walk back to the car. We were walking out when something shiny glinted towards us. Immediately my eyes closed, waiting for impact. Nothing came, only Kenny's arm squeezed harder at my shoulders. My eyes flew open and looked over to him. One of his eye was closed and the other open, staring at me while his hand clutched at his heart. That was when I saw a small metal tube had lunged itself into Kenny's chest. I stood there in horror, watching him attempt to pull it out. It did him no good, he just let out a loud groan and fell to his knees, bringing me down with him. His other hand clutched at my sweater, smearing it with blood. I felt the hot tears as they started to stream down my face. He stared at me before he was consumed into a coughing frenzy. He ended up coughing out blood onto me. I didn't care, though. My remaining frien- best friend, was dying and all I could do was sit there, cry, and watch. When Kenny was done, he had looked up to me, and smiled, blood dripping down his chin. A bloody hand moving my hair out of my face. I buried my face into his neck as I began to sob uncontrollably.

"Shh, d-don't cry, Kyle," he interrupted himself with a few more coughing tantrums. I hadn't realized my hearing was back until then. " Don't c-cry. Okay? I'm only dying."

Those words had stung, stung hard like a motherfucker.

"O-only? Kenny! You're fucking. . .fucking dying! Dude, please don't go," my cries were muffled into his neck.

"Kyle, I always die. I'll come back, it happens all the time," he whispered. Wow, I had thought, he must be insane. I must have given him an incredulous look because he continued. "Kyle, trust me, I wouldn't lie to you in this sit-situation. . .get out of here."

I had gave him another look and I scoffed. How could I leave him here? He was dying.

"K-Kyle, they're after to you man. Nghn. . ." he began to growl in pain, my eyes welling up again. "I-I don't ha-have much time. I love ya' man. Now, just fucking go, Kyle!"

I cried for a while and lied him down on Stan's steps. Hugging him tightly for the last time, kissing his cheek gently.

"I love you too, dude."

"Those bastards," I muttered as I sprinted away, not daring to look back. Jumping into Mr. Stotch's car and starting it up. I had probably driven down two blocks when a car hit me. The car skidded and jolted, I was pretty sure some of the wheels were lost and the rims were causing those sparks. I slammed down on the breaks hastily. I leaned into the wheel, breathing heavily before looking up to see the shady creatures flying towards me. I rapidly ran out of the car and started to sprint away. I wasn't able to get too far when I felt a grip on my ankle, and I came tumbling down. I tried to push myself up, only to be pushed down. I rolled over to see the shadows begin to swarm me. Their nails digging into my flesh, I cried out in pain. That's when I heard them. . .the chant from before. . .they were chanting. . .my name. My name was being said in their unworldly voice. I had begun to cry as I noticed they were covering me now. A scream was caught at the back of my throat as my world had turned dark. . .

A sudden pressure on my neck jolts me downwards, as if I was being pulled down by a leash. I shut my eyes tightly throwing my arms forward, I wasn't sure if I was going to freefall. My hands were the first thing to hit the floor, or whatever it was that I had fallen on. Pardon my inaccuracy, I'm blind for the time being.

Suddenly, a shock hits my body and heat increases. I can feel it spread, this unbearable pain. It's eating at me, and I'm scared. Cough begin to leave me, and I drop myself onto the non-existing floor. My body begins to shake uncontrollably, saliva dripping down my cheek. I'm scared, so fucking scared I think I might piss my pants soon. Nothing is making sense. I can't see shit, I don't know were I am or whether I'm alive or dead. It's all too overwhelming.

Aren't I dead? So why do I feel this pain?

"Kyle Broflovski," a horrid voice echoes through nothingness. I look around frantically, to meet pure darkness. "You have been giving a great opportunity. A once in a lifetime chance. Something only I can offer."

"Wh- ugh. What-t?" I croak out. The pain is becoming stronger, I feel faint.

"I need you to become a Host for the most important being; the demi-god which I cherish the most above all."

"I- w-what? I ca-" I think I did lose it. I'm having a horrible, horrible nightmare. That voice has a proposition for me, while I'm withering in unbearable pain. Not only that, but I have no idea what he is proposing. That terrifying voice I hear is a figment of my imagination. . .maybe I'm in the bad side of Imaginationland?

"If you agree, you'll gain a large amount of my powers, you'll never die, and everything will go back, before today, as if it never happened. Before the Shadow's attacked South Park" I let my eyes widen, the pang to my heart was felt. "You could see your friend Stan, he did die you know. So did the fat one. Oh and let's not forget our friend Kenny. Well, he is already back on Earth, since he always resurrects. . . It will all be the same, but at the same time, nothing will be the same. There are always consequences, Kyle."

"Ungh, What a-are you talk-king about?" my voice shook. He said the same thing Kenny had; about not dying. I felt something shoot into my head, making it snap back. The first thing I felt was the pain subside, the memories coming afterwards. Every single one them. When the aliens killed Kenny, the time he was using those race-karts and it flipped over, scrapping the ground with Kenny's body. All those times Kenny had died as a kid and a teenager, they were all there. No words can describe how flabbergasted I am. How. . .how could I NOT remember my best friend's deaths? I'm horrible.

"What do you say, little one?"

I sit up, wipe the saliva off, and open my mouth, gibberish the only thing leaving. I knew what I wanted. His offer was hard to deny.

"Do think about the consequences."

Consequences? The lives of my friends are on the line. I couldn't care less about consequences. I took a few deep breaths before finding my voice, "I'll do it."

A loud, horrible, terrifying laugh filled my ears as fire emerged around me. A feathered pen and black book appeared in front of me, the book opening itself. The page was a contract in a language I am sure is Latin. I bit my lip, thinking it all over. I won't know about the consequences until something actually happens. . .could I risk that? I want to see Stan, Kenny, and fatass. I can't let the whole town die either. . .it was all my fault. I owe it to them. I took the pen and signed my name, Kyle Broflovski, the only thing that will truly be mine.

Everything went pitch black again. I was left alone, here, in what I loathe the most. The darkness started to suffocate me again, that is until I heard footsteps. I snapped my head back, squinting, trying to see anything. The anticipation grew inside. Maybe it was Stan? Somehow, I was able to make out the shadow of a body, through the dark. I started walking forward, towards it. We met halfway and stopped. My heart rate picked up drastically as I waited.

"Come on, Broflovski, let's go," a familiar voice commanded. The shadow turned on its heels and began to walk away. I quickly followed behind. Fire streaked across the floor, making out our path. I stopped walking and stiffened at the sight in front of me. His raven black hair stopped before his neck, a bit long; you could see a silver chain hanging from his neck. He had a black long-sleeve on and skinny black jeans. The young man stopped walking a few steps away from me. Turning to face me.

"D-Damien?" I gasped out.

A/N: And so the beginning comes to and end. This is my first Fanfiction to post up, ever. Be nice, R&R,yeah?

So I wrote this because my brother and I challenged ourselves to write a fanfic featuring the other's favorite pairing. So my brother's favorite pair is obviously Dyle, while mine is Tophelovski. So he has to write that one. It may take him a while because he's a lazy bastard. :)

Tell me if you like it, hate it, or don't care. :D

Thank you for your time.