Okay, my next story with my favourite pairing – Style! So, if you don't like it, don't read it. Simple as that.
It was a cold, dark December night, as Stan Marsh and Kyle Broflovski walked along the crispy, snow path.
Everything was dark, only dimly lit by a street lamp, but the lamp didn't give out much light.
As the boys walked down the rundown part of town, Kyle suddenly felt a sense of worry. He knew something was wrong.
"S-Stan? I'm kinda creeped out. Can't we just go some other way?" Kyle asked, puffs of cloudy steam floating into the air as he spoke.
Stan put his arm around Kyle's waist and kissed him on the cheek, and Kyle snuggled his head comfortably into Stan's shoulder.
"Better now Baby?" Stan asked his boyfriend.
"Yeah, I am now" Kyle said with a small smile. As long as he had Stan with him, he was sure to be alright.
There was another silence, only the crunching of the fresh snow underneath their feet making a sound.
"Isn't it a beautiful night?" Sighed Kyle, gazing up at the sky.
Stan looked up. There were thousands of stars, all twinkling and gleaming, accompanied with a thousand snowflakes, gently falling down to the ground.
"Not as beautiful as you" Stan replied, kissing Kyle again.
For a moment, everything was beautifully calm and serene, until it was ended by the sound of footsteps.
Stan spun around, trying to find out who was there, but all he could see was Kyle and his previous footsteps, which were quickly being refilled.
There was a loud smack sound, followed by a thud sound, and a small whimper.
Stan quickly turned around, only to find Kyle, lying in the snow.
Quickly, he knelt down, and shook Kyle's shoulders, begging him to wake up. Kyle moaned, and slowly opened his eyes, to find Stan looking at him, with a concerned expression.
"Kyle? Are you OK?" Stan asked, but Kyle was more interested in what was going on behind Stan.
Kyle's eyes widened and he pointed behind Stan, too shocked to say anything. Stan looked around, only to find a gun pointed to his head.
"Oh fuck" He whispered.
Stan looked at the guy. Obviously, he was drunk. You could tell by his slurred groans and the foul stench of alcohol in his breath.
"Ok, whatever you do, please don't shoot Sir" Stan said calmly.
The man held out his hand, and hissed "Give me your money"
"Money?" Stan asked. He checked his pockets, but didn't find anything. "Sorry, but I don't have any money. I swear. Just please, leave us alone"
The man got up, and began to walk away.
"Phew, thank God that's over" He thought to himself.
But he thought too soon, as the man placed the gun on Kyle's forehead instead. He gave Kyle a hard kick in the head, knocking him unconscious.
"Please, please don't shoot! We haven't done anything to you! We don't have any money! We were just out to Starks Pond!" Stan pleaded, desperate to stop the man shooting his boyfriend.
"Money or the boy gets it" The man said again, gruffly.
"I'm not lying to you! If I had any money, I would've given it to you! Please!" Stan begged, a small tear forming in the corner of his eye.
The man, however, still didn't care.
"Please, I love my boyfriend more than anything in the whole wide world. I would die for him. I would go through so much pain, just to keep him safe. I would do absolutely anything for him. If I had any money, I would've given it to you by now, anything, just so you wouldn't hurt him! I love him with all my heart, so please, please don't kill him"
After Stan had finished his speech, there were a few teardrops running freely down his cheeks.
The man however, was completely untouched by Stan's speech.
"Do you have a girlfriend? If you do, or if you had, wouldn't you do anything for her? Wouldn't you risk everything you owned just to keep her safe?" Asked Stan, running out of options.
The man stared at Stan with no emotion. Then, he slowly began to pull the trigger.
"Nooo!" Screamed Stan. He had no idea what to do, so he just followed his instinct.
He kicked the man in the balls, hurriedly picked Kyle up bridal style, and ran away as quickly as possible.
Then, just as Stan thought he could escape, there was a loud bang, followed by several others.
It didn't take Stan long to realise that the man had the gun and he was pursuing him.
Stan swerved around a corner, but slipped on a patch of ice. With Kyle in his arms, he lost his balance easily, and came crashing to the ground with Kyle.
The drunken man caught up to them, and aimed the gun at Kyle again.
Stan pulled all of his energy together, and kicked the man in the leg.
The man fought to regain his balance, but Stan gave him yet another hard kick, which sent the man flying into the road, where a car rammed into him.
There was a panicked scream from the driver, an angered yell from the drunk guy, and screams of shock from Stan.
He watched as the man fell to the ground, a bloody, crumpled heap.
Stan didn't know what to do, so he just did the first thing that came to mind – Run.
He got up, carefully picked up Kyle, and ran as far away as possible.
He kept running and running, although it wasn't easy with Kyle in his arms.
Eventually, he reached a random field, where he sat down, exhausted from running.
"Kyle?" He asked, gently shaking his shoulders. Stan put his ear to Kyle's chest. Good, his heart was still beating, and he was still breathing. He was just out-cold.
Holding Kyle carefully in his lap, he stroked his beautiful red curls. He was still pretty shocked after all that drama, but at least they had gotten out of it alive.
Then, there was a bright flash of light before them, and an old woman appeared. She was hunched over, and her wavy grey hair shrouded her eyes. She wore a long, sweeping cloak that trailed along the ground.
"I see you deeply care for this boy" She said, pointing a long, bony finger at Kyle.
"I cared deeply for my son too…until you killed him!" She hissed angrily.
Stan gasped. He had killed the drunken guy? Even worse, the old witch was is mom?
"I remember your words. That you would die for him, that you would go through so much pain to keep him safe, but…would you?" She asked.
"Of course I would! I would die willingly for him!" Stan cried.
"Well, if that's what you say..." She trailed off.
"For what you did to my son, I curse you – The more you love this boy, the more it will hurt him!" She yelled.
There were flashes of lightning which pounded the ground around the old witch, until she was struck by one and just vanished.
"Oh my God…" Stan said, shocked, before another flash of lightning appeared, and the world went blank.