Author's Note - I do not own the image or South Park in general. Criticism is wanted. (Just don't be mean haha.) Also, thanks for reading! :)
The day had started out normal. Well, normal for the strange little town called South Park.
Kenneth McCormick had already died; it wasn't even fucking lunch yet. Although, Death did indeed follow Kenny. This time it wasn't as bad. Gun shot to the head while a bank robber had ran by on the sidewalk. The worst moments to die was when he was with friends. "Oh my, God! They killed Kenny!" Stan would shout in horror. To which Kyle would reply with, "You bastards!" The cycle never fucking ended.
Kenny figured he would be used to dying. After all, he had been doing it for seventeen years now. But no, it always sucked balls. When you're dying, it's painful. Then, comes the numb shock. Finally ending with darkness. After Kenny had died, he usually ended up in Hell. Occasionally he would end up in Heaven; not often though.
The blonde haired boy landed with a thud on the fiery ground of Hell, suppressing a groan as he stood up on his long legs. His blue eyes took in his surroundings, seeing a couple people he already knew. Satan sat there, torching a guy who Kenny had learned raped three young girls, with Saddam Hussein bugging him. Most likely about having sex. Close to his father stood the Prince of Darkness, otherwise known as Damien.
Damien was a bit of a prick. He always had a comment to make when Kenny died. "What was it this time? Trampled by elephants?" Kenny would always roll his eyes and try to ignore the boy. After all, he didn't stay in Hell long. Maybe for an hour or two. It depends. The longest he had ever stayed dead was for about a month. It was torcher for Kenny to watch as his friends tried to build a latter to Heaven when really he was stuck in Hell.
Damien's head snapped quickly to meet Kenny's, a large smirk forming on his face as he walked towards the blonde. Damien had ebony hair with matching eyes that felt as if they were piercing your soul. "What was it this time. No, wait. Don't tell me. Stabbed?" the boy grinned an evil smirk. McCormick rolled his eyes but had a small grin, "Close but no. Bullet to the brain." Damien nodded, "Well, at least it was quick."
Conversations with Damien were always short. Kenny watched as Damien strode off back to his father. Kenny tousled his hair around, trying to fix it a bit. Although, it didn't really matter how it looked. People never really paid attention while they're on fire or have knives sticking out of their body.
He wasn't sure why Satan never torchered him like the others. Maybe because of when he was young and helped Satan out with "boyfriend troubles." Kenny sat down on the ground, watching as a flying demon bird soared across the sky. This place was honestly weird as fuck. It was times like this that Kenny wished he went to church more often.
Maybe I should go to church when I get back with Karen. She would love that.
Kenny was extremely protective over his thirteen-year-old sister, Karen. After Kevin was sent to prison, Kenny felt the need to protect her from their parents. Over the years his parents drug and drinking habits had become worst. Kenny honestly didn't mind taking a couple hits and kicks from his dad though, if it meant protecting Karen.
It felt like his life had taken for the worst his eighth grade year. Kevin had came home late, eyes blood shot from drugs and alcohol. Kevin was a pretty big dude, too. He had a tattoo trailing around his bicep and had a cold hard stare with brown eyes as cold as the ground.
Kenny had sat on the couch with Karen as they watched a dog show on their shitty television. She loved animals, so Kenny figured why not. They sat there as she watched the dogs walk around while Kenny just stared blankly at the TV, wondering when the next time he'll die will be.
Kevin had burst through the door, a secret buried deeply within him. "Ken?" he called, making the then fourteen-year-old jump. Kevin hadn't spoken directly to his younger brother in a little over a year, so this was new. "Yeah?" Kenny called as he peaked his head over the back of the couch. Kevin walked up to him, yanking the boy up from the couch and planting him firmly on the ground. He leaned his mouth close to Kenny's ear. So close, he felt Kevin's warm and vodka smelling breath tickle his ear lobe.
"Listen and listen good. Those dumb ass South Park cops come to the door, tell them I ain't here. Y'all understand?" he asked as he gripped the back of Kenny's neck with force. Kenny quickly nodded as Kevin threw his younger brother to the ground, stomping up the stairs. The young boy stood up on wobbly legs with tears welling in his eyes.
"Kenny?" Karen's small voice broke through his near-breakdown. Kenny looked at her after he had composed his face, "Yeah, Karen?" With her big, brown eyes full of worry, she told him not to do as Kevin said. And when the cops came, Kenny told them exactly where he was.
"I'm gonna fuckin' kill you Kenneth McCormick! Just you wait!"
At that moment, Kenny felt my body start to vibrate, a sign he knew well that he was about to go back. With a final glance from Damien, Kenny was gone.
The blonde seventeen year old shot up from his bed, covered in sweat and shaking uncontrollably. His hand tangle itself into his messy blonde hair. He looked at his bedside clock, gasping as he noticed the time. It was almost three, and he had to pick Karen up from the Jr. High school in ten minutes.
Kenneth McCormick threw the covers off his body, dashing to his closet and throwing on a black T-Shirt and some dark jeans. He threw on his ratty orange parka, leaving the hood down for a change. Kenny combed his hair quickly with his fingers, leaving it messy looking.
Running out of the house, he ran to his car. Kenny hoped into his shitty Chevy Vega, a car that barely worked and was a hand-me-down. He flipped the keys in the ignition, groaning when it startled and popped before turning on all the way. He would speed to get there on time, but the thing barely went over fifty.
As Kenny made his way towards the school, he couldn't help but think of what will happen tonight. Kenny used to joke around with the guys about his family. The McCormick Family Fight Club. The guys would sort of laugh while giving each other worried looks. The only one who would tell Kenny how he honestly felt was Kyle.
Kyle Broflovski was like a mother hen. He always worried about everyone but himself. Kyle wasn't the tallest in the group or the one with the most muscle, but damn that boy had some major brains. Everyone already knew the boy was going to Harvard, well that is if the fiery red head doesn't change his mind when his best friend finally tells him how he really feels about Kyle.
That's right, Kenny was talking about Stan Marsh. He's the jock his small group of friends. The boy plays football, basketball and baseball. He's seriously one of the best athletes to ever go to South Park High. With much observation, Kenny had quickly learned Stan's secret about Kyle. Although, Stan didn't know Kenny knew.
Eric Cartman. Well, Cartman was a fat ass fucker who was always a bitch to everyone. He had been that way since Kenny had known him. Cartman was still fat and an ass. Although, as he's gotten older, Cartman has slightly matured. Not very much though.
Then there was Kenny McCormick. In his group, he was known as the man whore. The boy who could probably get any girl or guy he wanted. It was well known in school that Kenny was bisexual. Ever since he had gotten together with Leopold Stotch. Kenny had felt terrible after leading Butters on, but Butters was very quick to get over it.
Kenny honestly didn't like being called a slut or whore. Truthfully, Kenny had actually only had sex with three girls and two guys. Yet, people still labeled him. Kenny was never one for labels. Why give someone a label that they don't really live up to? Or one that makes them feel disgusting and hate themselves?
Kenny had a rough time freshman year, it was the first time he truly became depressed and killed himself. He remembered how he cut deeper and deeper until finally the blood just drained out of him. Kenny shivered at the thought. He had promised himself that he would never go back to those days. Never.
Finally, after what felt like driving forever, Kenny pulled up towards the school. He stepped out of the car and looked around for Karen. Kenny couldn't find her anywhere. Yeah, he was a little late. But not fucking thirty minutes late. Before Kenny had the chance to panic, a horn blasted as it pulled up beside him. It was a nice looking blue truck.
Craig Tucker sat behind the wheel, looking at Kenny with those blank hazel eyes as he rolled down his window. The back door opened and Karen's brown head popped out. She thanked Craig for waiting with her before walking around to the passenger side of Kenny's car. Kenny couldn't help but hate how Craig Tucker had pulled up right beside his car. It literally made his car look like a piece of shit on wheels. "I didn't want to leave her here alone," Craig's voice broke Kenny's thoughts. Kenny nodded, slightly shocked that Craig Tucker was even talking to him.
Craig was a stoic bastard that hated Kenny and his friends since forth grade. Eric came up with a "brilliant" plan to make a pan flute band in Peru and we used Tucker's birthday money. Yeah, it didn't turn out so well. Ever since then, Craig barely talked to us unless he was forced to.
"Why are you at the Jr. High?" Kenny's mouth asked, although what he really wanted to do was tell him thank you then leave. The boy with the charcoal colored hair covered by a blue hat with a yellow pom-pom gave a sarcastic smirk, although it was shocking Craig Tucker was capable of smiling. "I have a sister in seventh grade. She's best friends with Karen," Craig informed, shocking the blonde. Without thinking, Kenny asked, "You have a sister?"
Craig rolled his eyes as he said, "There's a lot you don't know about me, McCormick." And with that, Craig Tucker had sped off. Leaving Kenny shocked and curious.
About ten minutes later, Kenny was parked outside the high school stadium. Kenny had dropped Karen off at a friend's house. So she wouldn't be home alone. Kenny couldn't stand the thought of her at home without him there as well. With a low groan, Kenny got out of his car and went to the trunk. After digging around for a moment he finally found his football pads, helmet and practice jersey.
He got them out and jogged to the locker room. Of fucking course, I would be late to practice a day before one of the biggest games of the season, Kenny thought as he opened the locker room door to find the place empty. He quickly changed out of his clothes and into his practice uniform and cleats. Kenny shoved his clothes into his dirty duffle bag and put it in a locker.
He walked out the door and onto the field, all eyes on him. "McCormick!" Coach Anderson shouted from across the field, "Where were you? You're fifteen minutes late!" Kenny's blue eyes meet the brown eyes of a snickering Eric Cartman. He rolled his eyes but shouted back to the coach, "Sorry! I had to get my little sister from school!"
Kenny hated that no one ever remembered he died. "Where were you today, Kenny?" "You missed a whole day of school, dude!" And he always had to make up an excuse. The coach shook his head, then told Kenny to run a couple laps to warm up.
Running was always the easiest part. It took little thought or strength to do it. As Kenny ran around the field, he'd get the occasional glance. Maybe a worried look from Stan or Kyle. By the time he was done running his laps, he hopped into line as the went over plays. Being one of the skinniest and fastest kids at South Park High didn't give him many options in positions. So, Kenny was the starting running back.
"Dude, where the hell were you? You missed half the damn day!" Stan huffed as the four boys walked into the locker room, sweating their asses off from an intense practice. Kenny shrugged his shoulders, "I just didn't feel like going." Kyle rolled his eyes, "Damn it, Kenny. You're already failing chemistry." Kenny said nothing as he grabbed his bag from his locker and started to strip his pads off. He didn't care who really saw him naked or not. Although, it bothered him when someone made a comment about how malnourished he looked.
As he slid his dark jeans on, he noticed his friends start to kind of circle him. His eyes looked up to see his friends with serious faces; even Cartman had the serious look! "Woah, you guys know I only strip for cash," Kenny joked, although his playful smile fell when he got no response from his friends. Kyle sighed, "Kenny. Sit. We need to talk." Kenny did as told, sitting on the wooden bench and watching his friends with weary eyes, "What's up?"
"Dude, we're worried about you," Stan voiced as his dark blue eyes looked into Kenny's light ones. Kenny looked away from them, feeling uncomfortable around his best friends. With the shake of his head, Kenny stood up. "I'm fine," Kenny growled in an angry manner as he slid on his shirt.
Kenny was suddenly pissed. He was pissed that his friends didn't know he died constantly. Kenny was pissed that his parents were druggies. Kenneth McCormick was pissed that God had cursed him.
"Come on, Kinny," Cartman said with the roll of his eyes, "don't get all pissy that you're friends care." Kenny swallowed, a lump forming in his throat. Crying shows weakness, Kenny thought to himself, don't you dare fucking cry. He took a shallow breath as he slid on his parka and shoved past Kyle. With a final glance towards his friends, Kenny whispered, "I'm fine." Although, his eyes told the real story.