I do not own south park

"Fuck that hurt," The blond cursed sitting up rubbing his head where I'd just hit him with my lamp.

I watched him with wide eyes. He was- How was- What the hell…? "The fuck are you alive?"

He tilted his head looking up at me squinting through the long bangs, eyes filled with confusion and pain. I had the lamp pointed at him like a sword three feet away from where he sat cross legged on my bedroom floor. The light shined in his face inches from his nose," Good question,"

I looked around him as if I could find the answer in the air of my room. Or maybe I was trying to collect my thoughts which, by the way, were one big ball of crap at the moment. I was breathing erratically, shaking like Tweek after five cups of his dad's coffee and a panic attack. I felt like I was going to throw up my dinner. I needed to calm down before i have and aneurysm.

I looked at the blond who sat, now Indian style in the middle of my bedroom floor waiting patiently for me to calm down. I ran a boney hand through my black sweaty hair.

He looked so normal. Which is weird since the last time I saw him he was scattered around the forest floor. His stupid parka didn't even seem any different.

How?

"What the hell is going on?" I ask in a whisper letting the lamp dip down to the ground. I didn't let go though. Just in case. I stood on my bed looking down at him expectantly, slouching tiredly. I felt confused scared and slightly hurt and knew that my face displayed them for the blind to see.

It was weird showing my emotions. Usually I'm so apathetic and do not show any of my emotions, but with him I've never been able to hide them. He always knew what i was feeling, even if i was stoic.

"Well I'd love to explain o you," Said the orange clad teen as he stood up. I tensed and gripped the lamp harder, my knuckles white, "See Craig-"

My second swing of the lamp collided with the side of his head, cutting him off and sending him to the floor unconscious. The bulb had shattered upon impact and a few tiny cuts from the glass littered the left side of the unconscious teens face.

I dropped the lamp and climbed off the bed to sit on it. I bent over, resting my elbows on my knees and held my head in my hands looking solemnly and in shock at his body, the moonlight shined over him like a blanket, making his white skin seem translucent and the blood slowly trickling from the wounds look black.

"Shit Kenny…"

so I wrote a little story and this is kinda the epilogue. im trying to update my others, but i already had this typed up so I though, hey why not post it. someone might like it right?

anyway R&R Love you guys

Queen of Kings