Note: I'm really excited about writing this one because it's inspired by a game that I really love and I get to be an evil author. It's not going to follow the exact same storyline as Until Dawn, but some parts will be pretty similar.

It isn't really a South Park fanfic until Token has hosted a disastrous party so I thought why not get it over with in the first chapter?


Kyle was so fucking dead.

He had taken Ike to Token's party in his family's new holiday home up in the mountains because he didn't want to leave him alone to deal with their parents' bullshit. He had promised his mom several times that he would look after him and make sure he didn't leave his sight. Now he hadn't seen any sign of him in about three and a half hours and was trying not to panic as he fought his way through a crowd of intoxicated people to try and find him.

He made it to the kitchen, where he remembered seeing some of the others after about fifteen minutes of weaving through sweaty, drunk people and immediately slammed his hands on the counter, causing Cartman and Kenny to jump mid drink. "Jesus Christ Kyle! What the fuck?!" Cartman cursed as his drink spilled over the rim of the glass, narrowly missing his shirt.

"We were kind of in the middle of a drinking competition," Kenny pointed out.

"Where's Ike?" Kyle yelled over the music. "Have either of you seen him?"

"I thought he was with you," Cartman replied. "You said you weren't gonna let him out of your sight."

"I know! I fucking know what I said, ok?!" Kyle snapped, beginning to panic. "We got separated in that chaos out there!" he gestured behind him at the crowd.

"Yeah, I don't think Token was expecting this many people," Kenny explained. "Are you sure Ike didn't just go and find Stan when he noticed you weren't there?"

Kyle shook his head. "I saw Stan taking Wendy upstairs a while ago."

"Nice."

"Yeah. Awesome. I'm so happy for him. Now can we please focus on the real issue here?" Kyle asked frantically. "Like how my mom is going to fucking murder me when she finds out that I failed to keep the one promise I made to her."

"Kyle, fucking chill. It's ok." Kenny stood up, wobbling a little on his feet and grabbed the counter to steady himself. "I'm sure everything is just fucking fine and you're stressing the fuck out over nothing. Let's just go ask Token if he's seen Ike since it's his party and his house and all," he suggested.

Kyle took a deep breath. "Ok, sure. Let's go find him."

"Cool, I think he's outside." Kenny placed a hand on Kyle's shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry dude, we'll find your brother."

"Yeah," Cartman agreed, sliding out of his seat and following them. "He probably just heard the call of a moose and went outside to investigate it like his Canadian blood told him to."

Kyle shot a glare that could have killed a lesser man at Cartman over his shoulder. "Now is not the time, Fatass," he warned. Knowing how fiercely protective Kyle could get over his little brother, Cartman decided not to push it.

The three of them reached the front door and headed outside, shivering against the heavy snow that fell around them. "I can't see shit," Kyle complained. "Why would anyone be out here in this?"

"Don't ask me," Kenny shrugged. "All I know is that I saw him come running out here with Tweek earlier."

"No Craig?" Cartman asked. "I thought those two were attached at the dick."

"It's 'attached at the hip', Cartman," Kyle corrected halfheartedly, rolling his eyes.

"Not from what I've heard," Cartman mumbled under his breath.

Kenny shook his head. "Craig wasn't with them. I actually haven't seen him or Clyde apart from when we first got here."

"Why is everyone at this party disappeari-oof," Kyle was cut off as something ran straight into him. The collision almost sent him sprawling and he closed his eyes, bracing himself against the impact, but a pair of hands locked on his shoulders and held him firmly in place.

He opened his eyes to see an extremely concerned looking Tweek. "Kyle!" he exclaimed, before pulling him into a tight hug. "Oh thank God you're alive!"

Kyle stiffened before hugging back awkwardly. He threw a confused glance at Kenny and Cartman, who shrugged back at him. A few seconds later, Token appeared, hunching over to catch his breath. "Kyle! You're ok?" he panted. Kyle nodded slowly, still wondering what the heck was going on. Token let out a relieved sigh. "Oh man, I thought I was going to have to call the authorities. My parents would have killed me."

"Ok… no offense," Kyle intervened, pushing Tweek back a little, "but what the actual fuck is going on here? Why are you so happy to see me?"

Tweek and Token shared a look. "Wait so you weren't… in danger out here?" Token inquired tentatively.

"What are you talking about?" Kyle questioned. "I've been inside this entire time."

"Some random guy showed up like half an hour ago and started freaking out about how he'd seen you out here and you were in danger," Tweek explained. "He said something about you being trapped under a fallen tree."

Token nodded. "We left Craig and Clyde inside so they could call someone if we got lost out here or if you turned up again before we could find you and we've been out here with your brother looking for you ever since."

A chill ran down Kyle's spine.

"What random guy?" Cartman queried. "Who outside of us even fucking knows Ky-"

"You were with Ike?" Kyle interrupted. "Where is he now?"

"He went off looking in that direction the last time I saw him," Token said, pointing towards an area of woodland behind him.

Kyle stared in the direction Token was pointing for all of 0.5 seconds before taking off towards the trees, ignoring the others when they called after him. Cartman hesitated for a second, glancing between the safe, warm house and the trees Kyle had just run towards. "God fucking damnit!" he cursed. "Go find the others and get ready to call someone if we don't come back," he instructed the other three.

"What about you?" Token challenged. "What are you gonna do?"

"I'm gonna go follow that reckless jew," he replied as if it was obvious.

Kenny went to argue. "But-"

"Just do it," Cartman ordered. "You've had more to drink than me and it would be ridiculous and pointless as fuck if all of us went running into the woods and got lost like a bunch of clueless assholes."

Before any further protests could be made, he set off after the other boy. He disappeared into the trees with an usual amount of speed for him.

Tweek sighed. "As much as I hate to say this out loud, Cartman has a point. It wouldn't be any good to anyone if we all got lost out here and froze to death."

"Ok," Kenny conceded. "Let's go."

"IKE!" Kyle called, shivering a little as he tried to follow the path in front of him. "IKE WHERE ARE YOU?"

He pulled his jacket tighter around him. "It would help if I could see more than five centimeters in front of my face," he grumbled. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and frowned when he saw that there was no service. An idea occurred to him and he quickly pressed a few buttons on his phone, smiling a little when the built in torch suddenly lit up the path. "That's more like it."

A noise up ahead caught his attention and he picked up his pace, his steps crunching loudly in the snow. "IKE!" he called desperately.

Kyle held his breath during the beat of silence that followed, his heart racing in his chest. Relief washed over him when he heard a faint, answering call in his brother's voice. He broke into a sprint, shoving branches aside and narrowly avoiding tripping on rocks in his path. "IKE!" he called again.

"KYLE!" Ike responded.

Kyle found himself thanking every higher power he'd ever heard of as he clambered through the forest at a breakneck speed in the hopes of finding Ike faster. "IKE! WHERE ARE YOU?"

"I'M OVER HERE, KYLE!" Ike yelled.

Kyle followed the sound of his voice, hurtling over any obstacles in his way and paying no attention to the bitter cold that was biting at his skin. He must have been quite far from the others now because he could no longer hear the pulsing beat of the music or the hum of conversation emanating from the overcrowded mountain house. The distant calls of his name had faded away into the night air a while ago too and he wasn't even entirely sure how he was going to get back anymore, but he had to keep going.

Eventually, he broke through the trees into a small clearing and there, sitting in the snow, was his little brother's shivering form. He rushed over to the smaller boy, dropping to his knees and scooping him up into a tight embrace.

"Oh my God! Oh thank God! I thought something bad was gonna happen to you! Don't ever fucking scare me like that again! I swear to God, I don't know what I would have done if anything bad had happened to you!"

"I'm sorry, Kyle," Ike replied, shaking slightly as he latched onto the material of his brother's jacket. "I was asking your friends if they'd seen you after we got separated and this guy came up to us talking about how you were stuck out here somewhere and then I got lost out here looking for you and I couldn't find the way back to the others."

"It's ok, Ike," Kyle reassured him, standing and pulling Ike up with him. "Everything's gonna be ok now because I'm here and I know the way…" He had grabbed his little brother's hand, turning to head back through the forest only to freeze as he looked around and realised that everywhere he turned looked the same.

"Shit."

"You don't know the way back either, do you?" Ike deadpanned.

"Sass isn't going to help us get out of here," Kyle berated him. He scanned the tree line, hoping to see something that looked familiar or hear someone calling out to them. All that greeted him was silence and unfamiliarity. "Ok, so I got nothing."

Ike jumped at the sound of a twig snapping somewhere behind them, his head whipping around towards the source of the noise. "Kyle?" he whispered, tugging on his brother's sleeve.

"What is it?" Kyle asked, momentarily breaking his concentration to look back at his brother.

"I think we should leave now," Ike suggested cautiously.

"I'm trying to think of a way to get us back to the party, Ike. We'll start walking soon I promise."

Ike tried to calm down, but he couldn't shake the feeling of eyes on his back. He tried not to look behind him again, but he couldn't ignore the prickling sensation of goosebumps crawling up his spine to the nape of his neck. Curiosity eventually got the better of him and he slowly turned, the tension in his muscles making his movements stiff and robotic. A spike of electricity shot up from his toes to the crown of his head when he saw the figure just beyond the first line of trees.

It was tall and wiry and its limbs stretched out in a way that clearly wasn't human. It was hunched over, almost to the point of being on all fours, as if they were its prey and it was preparing to pounce. Its eyes were glowing an eerie pearlescent white as it stared blankly into the clearing.

Ike couldn't move, he was frozen on the spot, unable to do anything but stare at the creature. He tried to call out to his brother, to tell him they needed to run, but he couldn't get the sounds to come out of his throat. His heart pounded and he subconsciously held his breath when the thing moved, showcasing a supernatural speed and strikingly sharp, inhuman movements. Its movements stilled, and Ike exhaled, standing perfectly still as if even the smallest gesture could trigger an attack.

"Kyle!" he whispered sharply, his hand wrapping around the older boy's wrist and squeezing.

"Ike what?!" Kyle snapped back, matching his brother's whispered tone and turning to glare at him. His eyebrows raised when he noticed that his little brother wasn't looking at him and he failed to hold back a gasp when he followed his brother's line of sight. "Ike w-what the hell is that thing?"

"I don't know," Ike answered, still not taking his eyes off the figure in the trees.

The two of them backed up slowly and cautiously, Kyle maneuvering them slightly so that Ike was behind him. They took tentative steps, pausing any time their shoes crunched a little too loud in the snow below them. The whole time neither of them took their eyes off the creature in front of them. Soon there was no where else to go though as Ike's back hit one of the trees behind them.

"Ike, we need to leave. Now." Kyle spoke in a slow, hushed tone, just loud enough for the both of them to hear. He grabbed Ike's hand and held onto it for dear life. "When I tell you to run, you run as fast as you possibly can. Don't let go of my hand and don't look back. Got it?"

"Got it."

"Ok." Kyle took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly in a failed attempt to calm himself. He counted to three in his head, preparing himself to sprint like his life depended on it. Steeling himself for what was about to happen, he rubbed his thumb against the side of his brother's hand reassuringly. "RUN!" he commanded.

The next few minutes were a blur of trees and snow as the boys ran as fast as their legs could carry them. Somehow Kyle knew this wasn't the right way back to the party, but he hoped that if they kept going they would eventually find somewhere safe enough to stop and figure out a way back. He could hear rustling and footsteps in the distance and his heart felt like it was in his throat, but he never once loosened his grip on Ike's hand.

"IS IT STILL FOLLOWING US?!" Ike yelled.

"I DON'T KNOW!" Kyle answered. "JUST KEEP RUNNING!"

A bloodcurdling animalistic screech rang through the air around them and Kyle felt Ike's grip on his hand tighten. He pushed onwards ignoring the cold conditions. His lungs burned and his legs ached, but he focused on nothing but getting them to safety.

He could see an opening up ahead and his hopes picked up slightly as he wondered if maybe they had been going the right way after all. Just before they reached the trees though, Ike tripped on an exposed root and plummeted to the ground, almost dragging Kyle with him.

Ike pushed himself back up onto his feet with some help from his brother. He took a step forwards, only to hiss and immediately take the weight off his leg again. The two boys shared a panic stricken look and for the first time since they'd started running, Kyle registered that Ike was crying, the puffy skin around his eyes suggesting that he'd been crying before he fell.

"Hey," Kyle said, placing his hands on Ike's shoulders. "It's ok, I'm here. I got you," he assured him, giving him a quick hug. "If you can't run, I'll just have to carry you, ok?"

Ike nodded, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.

Kyle offered him a reassuring smile. "Ok, so if you jus-"

A loud, clunking footstep hit the ground behind them and Kyle whipped around, pulling his little brother behind him. This wasn't the quick, light footsteps that he'd heard earlier when the creature had been following them, but the earlier events had left him tense and more than slightly paranoid.

He would have been relieved to see that whatever that thing was back there was no longer chasing them. However, the new figure in their path wasn't any less threatening. This time he was sure it was a human, but everything about their body language screamed 'dangerous' and he could clearly see the shape of a gun in the person's hand.

As they took a step forwards, Kyle took a step back. Soon Kyle and Ike had backed out of the forest and were out in the open. Kyle's heart dropped a little when the house was still nowhere to be seen and the newest threat to their safety was still approaching. The brothers gasped when the man stepped out into the open and they saw the mask covering his face and the belt full of weapons around his waist.

They had just managed to outrun some kind of paranormal creature and now they were being approached by a gun wielding maniac. Perfect.

"What do you want from us?" Kyle asked, trying to remain calm as he felt Ike tuck himself further behind him. "We're just here for a party, we haven't done anything to bother anyone. Please, just let us go."

The man showed no signs of listening to his plea. He stepped forwards, raising his free hand out towards them. Kyle backed up again, not paying any attention to his surroundings. If he had he might have noticed the sharp drop behind them.

The seconds that followed felt like they happened in slow motion, but Kyle was still nowhere near quick enough to change anything about them. He heard Ike let out a loud yell and turned just in time to see him fall and grab his arm. He tried to keep the other boy from falling, but the momentum tugged him over the edge too and he just about managed to grasp one of the branches protruding from the cliff face to stop their fall.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my fucking god!" Kyle panicked as the situation registered with him. He and Ike had a vice like grip on each other's arms and Ike was staring up at him with wide eyes. He glanced up at the branch he was holding onto, seeing a faint hint of red from where he was gripping the splinter ridden wood hard enough to break his skin.

Kyle's stomach dropped when it hit him that his white knuckled grip on the branch was the only thing preventing them both from falling to their death. He was unable to stop the tears from running down his cheeks, some of them leaving a salty, bitter taste in his mouth, as he realised that he could only keep this up for so long. He had to hold it together as best as he could though because as long as they were both still alive, his brother was depending on him.

"HELP!" Kyle screamed as loud as he could. "SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP!"

His throat hurt, but he had every intention of continuing until Ike spoke up. "Give up, Kyle!" he sobbed. "No one is coming to save us!"

"You don't know that Ike!" Kyle snapped. "The others know where we are! They're probably all looking for us right now!"

"Uh huh and what if that fucking thing in the forest or that cunt with all the weapons got them and now they're just as royally fucked as we are?!"

"Watch your language!" Kyle scolded.

"Fuck my fucking language! I'm going to fucking die!" Ike yelled hysterically.

Kyle was about to argue, but his words were cut short as the branch he was holding onto creaked ominously. "Fuck," he cursed under his breath.

"Let go of me," Ike demanded suddenly. "Let go of me, Kyle! Let me fall!"

"What the fuck Ike?! No!"

"I mean it Kyle, let go of me," Ike insisted. "That branch isn't going to hold up with both of us weighing down on it and you'd have more of a chance of being rescued you if you weren't holding onto me."

"No! I'm not letting you die! Why the fuck would you even ask me to do that?!" Kyle yelled, his breath coming out shaky as he tried to fight back his tears. "Stop talking like that, Ike!"

Ike met his older brother's pleading look with one of determination. "I love you, big brother, and I don't want you to die because of me. Let. Go."

"I love you too, Ike. You're the best brother I ever could have asked for." Ike slowly loosened his grip on Kyle's arm in the hopes that his brother would take the hint that he was ok with this, that he had accepted it. Kyle wasn't having any of it though, refusing to let his grasp on his brother's arm falter even a little. "Which is why I can't let you die because of me either."

"Ky-"

"No! I don't want to hear it!" Kyle argued. "I promised I would stay with you at all times and not let you out of my sight and that's what I'm going to do! We either get rescued together or we die together! Understand?"

A brief pause followed before Kyle felt his brother's hand slowly encircling his arm again. "I understand," Ike mumbled.

"Good," Kyle answered firmly. "Now help me call for help."

The two of them continued to shout until their throats stung, holding their breath every time the branch made a sound. They were beginning to tire and it looked like it wouldn't be long before the branch gave out when they heard a voice in the distance that sounded like Cartman's.

"KYLE!" the voice called again. Kyle was almost certain it was Cartman this time. "WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" The brothers shared a slightly hopeful look.

Kyle tried to call him, only for his voice to give up on him half way through as it erupted into coughs. Ike made an attempt too, but his voice came out strained, croaky and barely louder than a whisper.

"HELP! OVER HERE!" Kyle shouted as soon as the coughing eased up, wincing as it scraped his throat and his voice hardly carried. He let out a frustrated sigh. "Think you can hold on a little longer?" he questioned, glancing down at his brother.

"I can, but I don't know about that branch," Ike replied.

As if on cue, a snapping noise emitted from the branch in question. "Well, this is just fucking typical," Kyle commented, the fear in his voice barely hidden.

"Hey," Ike said weakly, getting his older brother's attention. "It's ok, I'm here."

Kyle smiled briefly at the repetition of his words from earlier. "I'm sorry, Ike," he apologised, a stray tear escaping down his face.

"What for?" Ike questioned with a sad smile. "You kept your promise."

Before Kyle could say anything else, he felt the branch separate with a resounding crack and closed his eyes tightly as the sensation of falling took hold of him.


Note: Did I really just kill off my favourite character in the first chapter? You'll have to stay tuned to find out.