Title: The Path That Leads to Somewhere
Shortened To: PLS
Written By: scorpiusXpoisoned
Summary: Every choice you make, every step you take, creates a path leading to somewhere. You can never be sure exactly where, but you'll know it when you get there. With a road quickly winding in front of them, where will the boys end up?
Parings: Kyle/Stan, one-sided Cartman/Kyle, Wendy/Cartman, Kenny/Butters, Kenny/Everyone, more may be added and some may be taken away. All/most pairings are eventual at this point.
Warnings: Violence, profanity, adult themes, angst, drama, romance, character death, substance abuse, and slash (boy/boy).
Disclaimer: I do NOT, and NEVER will on South Park. I'd do a terrible job anyway. So for now, I'm content with writing fanfictions like this
Inspiration: The magical land where all inspiration comes from
Author Notes: I'm trying a new style with this, just as an experiment. I thought it might work better than what I originally planned: a mix of poetry and paragraphs. Tell me what you guys think, alright? This is just the prologue, or an introduction/preview chapter so not much is going to be explained plot-wise, but don't be afraid to tell me what you think.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
I never meant for this to happen.
Why did this happen?
How did this happen?
What did I do – what did any of us do – to deserve this?
I can't believe I let myself think that this was crazy enough to work.
It didn't work. It was just crazy.
Batshit crazy.
I was crazy.
No – I am crazy.
I was crazy for thinking that there would ever be a happily ever after. That everything would work out in the end. When had anything ever gone the way it should?
Even after being taught the lesson, why do I still believe that it will all be okay? Why am I still clinging to a string a thread away from snapping?
I'm crazy, that's why.
I'm crazy for knowing and not caring. Knowing that no one will be left in the end. Not caring that even I won't be left in the end. Why doesn't it matter anymore?
It never did.
It had never mattered.
All I had wanted was to make them happy. All I want is to make them happy.
But now they're gone.
Every single one of them.
I didn't mean for it to happen. I think you would understand that by taking one look into my eyes. Grief. Regret. Sorrow. These aren't emotions I'm not familiar with, but I've never experienced them in this magnitude. This powerful wave of everything crashing over my very soul, so strong that I go numb instantly. So strong that I can't feel anything anymore. Only that drowning sensation, but I've grown used to even that.
Powerful waves of emotion crashing over worn sand, trying to find something to grab onto, but despite the sand's gravelly feel the watery fists of desperation and final hope grasp nothing, returning to the vast ocean of despair, fear, grief, sorrow, anger, loss, and every other possible emotion. The waves grow increasingly violent and desperate through an overpowering storm of negative sentiments, reaching out to grasp anything that might keep the vast ocean from being swallowed up by the storm clouds.
The storm always wins in the end, and the end was already here. The storm won.
I remember them falling one by one. I can remember each one clearly, as if I am still watching it happen.
First it was Dad.
Then it was Ike.
Kenny followed.
Butters soon after.
Cartman took his own.
I'm not sure what happened to Wendy.
But Stan followed me to the end.
Well, followed me as far as he could until he had to throw his away.
The only ones left are Mom and I.
At least I think Mom's still standing.
Maybe not.
No.
She left.
It's only me.
Me, myself, and I.
I can only wonder how long it'll be until I fall, too.
How long it'll be until I reach the end of the road and finally reach "somewhere".