I flinched as I heard the screeching of tires, the collision of metal and bone, and the smell I had come to know and love, the metallic smell of blood usually indicating someone or something was injured and possibly dying.

I looked up witnessing a death of a person I didn't even know, a vision you could possibly call it. I looked up to see a puddle of bright red blood coating the freshly fallen snow in the street. This person could be anywhere in the world right now and I was witnessing their final moments.

This was my punishment or the bad end of a deal I had made with someone many years ago when I first died.

I shivered and walked forward noticing whoever had hit this poor person had sped away. Personally I hated witnessing hit and runs, drunk driving accidents, and murders, all the sad sort of occasions where one person is the cause of taking someone else's life. Sure it happened to me a few times and nobody seemed to give a damn when it did but maybe that's the reason I was so sensitive when I witnessed these things. It was then I began to take notice of where I was and it hit me that I was home, not in my house but my hometown of South Park meaning whoever had been killed was someone I knew. I was never usually punished like this, he usually made sure the deaths I witnessed were people I'd never met.

When I say he I'm not sure what I'm actually referring to. He has no form, no name, nothing, just a force like a black wave that surrounds you when you die. You know he's there and yet you don't know who he is or if it's even a he. I sometimes wished he was like what everyone said, a skeleton with a cloak wielding a scythe because I would find that less scary than an overwhelming feeling of darkness, despair, regret, and other emotions that flew through my mind when I died.

I shook my head and walked forward knowing whoever had died couldn't possibly see me. My footsteps made now sounds in the snow because I was never there just an observer to the death almost like an angel coming to take someone to heaven, not that that's ever happened for me. I froze when I saw the face of the one who was dying, and immediately my heart sank to the bottom of my chest.

His eyes were half closed and dazed and I could see the car had hit him at full force. Blood was dribbling from his mouth his breathing was so forced and painful that it made me cringe. It was obvious to see bones were broken by the way his arms and legs were lying. It had to be a punishment to leave him alive like this to enjoy the pain of probably breaking his spinal cord. I knew he couldn't hear me, he probably had no idea of what was even going on right now.

Every sense in my body told me he should be dead and I carefully dropped to my knees wishing I could comfort him. I placed my hand around his giving it the tiniest of squeezes only to see my hand pale and transparent go through his. He let out another cough and more blood spurted from his mouth and he was quiet.

"Kyle?" I looked up at that. Ike, Kyle's baby brother was lying in a crumpled heap on the other side of the road. He was sitting up now and looking for his brother.

"Kyle?" Had Ike stepped into the road? Had Kyle given up his own life to protect his baby brother?

"Kyle!" Ike was becoming desperate now and I noticed toys littered the ground near him, had Kyle actually been a good brother and bought Ike a few toys from the toy store? Then Ike's eyes were on his brother's mangled corpse. His mouth opened and he screamed.

"KYLE!" I knew I had a few seconds before I was pulled out and I looked at my surroundings, we were in front of Tweek's dad's coffee store which was all I needed to know. Immediately the vision became hazy and I closed my eyes.

When I opened them I realized t was the middle of the day, I must've died the day before. Usually when I die I sleep in late which definitely made my vision more understandable. In seconds I bolted from my bed thankful my parka was already on so I wouldn't have to worry about getting dressed.

I ran past my parents and out the door. I heard my mom screaming my name and my dad clearly high saying "Who's Kenny?" Geeze thanks dad.

However I couldn't let that bother me and I charged to my destination, I knew where they were although thanks to the snow I was definitely slowed. Then I saw it, Harbucks. Kyle and Ike were right in front of the store, right where I'd seen my vision take place.

"Alright Ike it's safe to cross." I heard Kyle say and I saw Ike about to take a step into the road, that was when I slipped on some ice and shot down the street my parka actually gaining momentum. Well since I was going so fast I accidentally slammed into Ike causing the toys to scatter and me to accidentally pick up Ike. Ike was so surprised as I worked on trying to stop sliding on my belly like a penguin and sit up. That was a brilliant idea because a second later my back slammed into a mailbox, one of those big blue ones that they decided to leave in the middle of the sidewalk and if I had been on my belly I could've easily avoided. This only took seconds and now I swear I saw stars.

"Ike!" I heard Kyle's worried yell and in seconds Ike was ripped from my arms. "Jesus Kenny what's wrong with you!" Kyle yelled angrily and I looked up to see him extremely pissed. "You could've killed him!" Well that was ironic. "Come on Ike." Kyle took his brother's hand and I saw they were about to cross the street.

"NO!" My scream was pretty loud for Kyle looked pretty startled as I tackled both him and Ike to the ground, the toys Kyle had collected once again scattering. Kyle pushed me off angrily as Ike began crying.

"Kenny what the fuck is…" At that moment the death car zoomed by and I realized it was skittering on the same patch of ice I had earlier. I watched as it zoomed by and crashed into a street light, guess I'd been too busy watching Kyle die to notice that, or maybe when it had hit Kyle it had slowed down the momentum allowing the car to slow enough to regain control. I sighed with relief that Kyle was safe and turned to look at him. Ike was still crying and He had taken the younger boy into his arms and was holding him tightly.

"That car would've hit him." Kyle's voice was low and his eyes were wide. "It, it would've killed him."

"Are you boys ok?" At that moment Gerald and Sheila seemed to come out of nowhere immediately scooping their boys into their arms. Sheila was holding Ike trying to soothe him while Gerald tried to get some kind of response from Kyle.

"Kenny saved us." At that they were quiet their eyes on me. "If he hadn't stopped us from crossing, Ike wouldn't be." Kyle choked up and I hated to tell him it wasn't Ike who would be dead right now.

"Kenny?" I heard Sheila ask and Kyle nodded.

"Yeah he kept trying to stop us, like he knew it was gonna happen."

At that moment I knew I had to get out of there. I stood up, however tripped on another patch of ice and slammed my head into the mailbox. Immediately everything faded and I knew he was there simply watching me. I knew I had broken our deal, and I knew this time I had to be dead. However I heard a chuckle noise which somewhat shocked me, he never talked to me, ever. Suddenly the darkness faded and I was coming too. I could see Kyle snapping his fingers in my face and shaking me.

I realized I'd ruined death's design and for that he had punished me. I was no longer immortal, I would die soon, soon I would be headed to the final destination.