Resurection

Chapter 1: Breaking The Ice

He couldn't believe this. This couldn't be right. His best friend dead and He had to watch his death. A wonderful mix. He could hear Mrs.Broflovski wail down stairs. He could hear his father yell at something but to his ears it was nothing. He slowly turned to face a picture of his three friends. Eric Cartman was throwing off the middle finger, Kenny had his hood off and his tongue out and Kyle was smiling nervously as he twisted his hat in his hands. His hair was sleeked back and he was wearing a green suit. Stan reached over and grabbed the picture. He chucked it across the room and yelled. He threw himself into his pillow as he listened to the shouts and cries downstairs.

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"This can't be happening! My dear son dead!" Cried Sheila as her husbend rubbed her back. Sharon was speechless, her hands tightly clapped together as she watched Shelly fall to the floor. Gerald took ahold of his wife. His face was blank. Sharon must have guessed that he was to shocked to come to the idea he would never see his son again. Randy had gone quite and watched Sheila weep.

"Im so sorry..." Randy whispered but his whispers were never heard. He couldn't even begin to thing how they felt. Sheila looked at Sharon and moved toward her, "Please...please...let me speak to Stan." She begged.

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Stan sniffled as he heard his door open. He knew it was Sheila by the way she gasped for air. She walked over to his bed, her breath was hard. Stan felt grip his shoulders tightly and pull him up. He soon came face to face with Sheila. Her eyes were red and puffy and tears stained her cheeks. She shook him roughly.

"Why? Why did you let go!" She screamed. Stan clawed at her over larged paw. He whimpered as she grabbed his neck and held on tightly.

"YOU KILLED MY SON!" She howled. Stan let out a cry and reached out to claw at the woman's face. "I didn't mean to!" Stan choked. Sheila let go of Stan who fell back into the bed crying. "I didn't want to." He whispered as he grabbed his pillow. Shelly watched Stan as he cried. "...Im sorry." She whispered tearfully. She reached out to touch the 15 year old boy but he smacked her hand away.

"No, your right! I did kill your son! I let him go and I watched him die!" Stan screamed angrily at Sheila. She watched the anger fill his eyes and pain fill his face. "It was my stupid Idea that got him killed! He called to me to save him and I couldn't! I FAILED KYLE! I LET HIM DIE!" The door to Stan's room brust opened and Sharon,Randy and Gerald stand there. Garald rushed forward and grabbed his wife. "Come...come on." He said as he dragged Sheila out. Randy moved toward his son. "No...leave me alone! get out of my room!" Stan said. Randy opened his mouth but didn't fight his son. He walked of Stan's room with his wife at his tail. They closed his door sending darkness over his life.

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Cartman had made another stupid Jew joke sending Kyle into a swearing fit. Kenny of course joined in swearing at Cartman but the words seemed to bounce right off him. Stan watched his friends yell at each other, a smile on his lips. These were one of the days he enjoyed with them. When Life got to hard they always had a plan to help him out. Stan walked along them, the lake in view. The Ice was thin but to them it seemed a bit thick. Stan turned to his friends with a dark smile. "Hey, wanna play truth or dare?" He asked. Kyle snorted. "You mean dare or dare?" He said as he rolled his eyes. Cartman's eyes filled with joy. "YES!" He said loudly. Kenny and Cartman jumped with joy. Kyle sighed and mumbled fine. "Alright I go first." Stan said and turned to Kyle. "I dare you to...erm...walk across the lake." Stan said as he pointed out toward the lake. Kyle bit his lip and stared out onto the lake then back at Stan. He opened his mouth but Cartman pushed him toward the ice.

Slowly Kyle walked onto the ice. His eyes were glued downward at the ice. He took small steps but that didn't stop the ice from craking. Kyle's eyes widened in fear as he watched the Ice streach out, craking and breaking. Stan stared at the ice cracks then at Kyle.

"Move." Stan said. Kyle felt his breath get stuck in his chest. Stan ran to the edge of the ice. "MOVE NOW!" Kyle turned back and ran toward the shore. The ice gave a chilling snap and Kyle fell through the ice with a scream. Cartman and Kenny stood along side Stan as he got down on his knee's "KYLE!" Stan screamed. Kyle kicked his way up to the surface, his hat had fell off and his hair was soking wet. He tried to claw his way onto the ice but everytime it would break. Kyle called out to his friends. Cartman watched as Stan reached out for Kyle. "Grab my hand!" Cartman took ahold of Stan's legs and Kenny grabbed ahold of Cartman's arm. Kyle coughed as he grabbed ahold of Stan's hand. Stan clapped his other hand over Kyle's. "I won't let go." He whispered. Kyle was now sinking. Stan pulled but it was like Kyle was being pulled under. "Kyle! Swim toward me! Kyle! Come on!" But Kyle didn't kick nor did he swim. He let go of Stan's hand. Stan felt himself scream as he watched Kyle go under. Cartman held him back as he fought to dive into the cold black waters. "He's gone...He's gone."...

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Stan sat up in his bed, sweat ran down his forhead.Tears ran down his cheeks as he cried into his hands. "...He's gone." He sobbed. When he could no long shed anymore tears he looked at his clock. He knew what day it was. It was the day of Kyle's funeral and he had to go. He had to say a speech and he had to wish him a safe trip to heaven. But part of him didn't want to. He didn't want to wish him a safe trip to heaven, he wanted Kyle back and with him. He wanted Kyle to be at his house and waiting to come over. He wanted Kyle.

TBC!