((A/N: ...sometimes I wonder why I have to be such an obsessive nerd that writes crappy fandom so passionately and then I remember how fun it is and suddenly I don't give a flying fuck as to why I do anything. x3;
Whoo-hoo! First South Park fic! As per my MO it's stupidly cryptic and supposed to be semi epic. Ideally I succeeded in doing something along those lines.
Disclaimer: Anywho I don't own squat.
Muse-chan out!))
"Sins can't be forgiven."
-engrave that into your soul-
The searing pain brought a bitter and angry tear to his previously dry eyes. Nothing would spill forth; he refused to allow tears of all things to cascade down his cheeks. Teeth gritting and body splintering he ground at the now very surprised figure the only words that he ever spoke in his very short life.
"My cheeks are meant for blood."
The screams that followed were inevitable and one the pain at last ceased dead eyes were left to stare blankly at the empty sky.
Today, today he wouldn't just let it happen. He would grit his teeth and fight until his very last breath and he wouldn't give up. He would never give up.
Will blood rain today?
Perhaps tears were the appropriate response but all Kenny could think while waking up was that anything wet in bed ought to be a little less innocent than fucking tears.
(scratch that; looking at the tearful face of a cute little virgin was totally killer)
"Lame." He muttered from beneath his blankets, noting that he had lived all through yesterday. He made a point of taking off his parka when he lived; it was a nice signal to his groggy morning persona that yesterday was probably a good day.
Probably being the operative word. Kenny cocked his head the side uncomfortably, he felt extremely tense and miserable…
With a sigh he shrugged and tossed his blankets to the side. He'd learned long ago that if something awful was going to happen to him there was nothing he could really do to stop it so he might as well chill and enjoy the ride.
Also, when relaxing the body the impact usually hurts a bit less.
On that note Kenny decided it was still probably a good idea to skip breakfast. Frozen pop tarts just somehow didn't sound like they would go well his current nausea.
Will it rain blood today?
Kenny stuck his head out the window and glanced at the sky with mild curiosity, no dice.
If it wasn't raining blood Kenny supposed that the day could probably get better.
Fight until your last breath
School proved to be what Kenny always anticipated; dangerous, boring, and amusing all in one. While attempting not to get crushed by the steamroller was mildly stressful, trying to figure out where and why the Fatass had got one was certainly entertaining, and the argument between Kyle and Fatass on the way home was monotonous and boring enough to put him to sleep.
That would be where the trouble began.
"Fucking jewfag, stop being a pussy!"
"Fuck you fat tits! It was my favorite fucking hat!"
"Stop such a whiny bitch and get over it you filthy jewrat!"
Stan let out a small, almost unnoticeable, groan and gave up trying to separate the yelling duo. Cartman's latest scheme had resulted in the ultimate loss of Kyle's precious hat and the red head was more than a little pissed with the larger boy.
This of course left poor Stan without any entertainment other than the sleeping boy next to him. And while Kenny was rather fun to hang out with, Kenny also rarely fell asleep on the bus ride and Stan felt bad waking him up if he didn't get much sleep the night before.
Shaking his head, the blue eyed boy shot the outside of the bus a glance just in time to spot the change in scenery.
The change terrified him.
Words caught in his throat, unshed tears rushed to his eyes, and a pain that struck his very core with horror.
And then the scenery was back to normal before he could even scream. Shivering slightly Stan spared a glance at the arguing duo. Was he imagining things? What was that?
As an honorary resident of South Park and more particularly one of Eric Cartman's close friends Stan had seen some pretty horrible things in his life and while some had left their distinctive mark on his psyche most things he had managed to shrug off.
He couldn't shrug off what he saw… he wasn't even sure what it was he saw out the window, it had been so fast and strange that Stan couldn't even place what had scared him about it. All he knew was he was almost too terrified to move and he didn't know why.
He was scared to know why.
Without any more delay Stan did what he tended to do in most situations that overwhelmed him with far too much emotion; empty his stomach.
"Dude, gross! What the hell Stan?"
Stan supposed, dizzily, that while puking on the bus out of fear was about the gayest thing he'd ever heard it was kind of worth it to shut up Kyle and Cartman's gay ass fight.
Halfheartedly he felt thankful that the only other passenger on the bus was a mostly asleep homeless guy, he didn't fancy being made fun of the rest of the year for getting car sick.
"The fuck was that for you dirty hippie?" Cartman demanded, irritated by the bile that had gotten into his hair.
Stan shook his head in a confused fashion, equally disturbed with the situation and beginning to feel nauseas all over again.
"Are you okay man?" Kyle's anger had faded in favor of concern; Stan usually recovered pretty fast from puking (given his unnatural knack for it), if he still looked so sick chances were he was actually ill.
Kenny, jolted awake by the rancid stench of Stan's lunch, grumbled unpleasantly at the boy while attempting to shake off the flakes of digested pizza that had splattered on him.
It was then that Kenny caught sight of the scenery outside the bus.
Let it rain.
Shaken Kenny jumped to his feet, ignoring his friends' startled exclamations and stared horrified at the window for what felt like forever.
"Dude, what's with Kenny?"
Stan responded by puking again.
((Ending Notes: Short, I know, but I'm rusty. Look forward to updates in the near future! (and ideally longer chapters)
Also any constructive criticism is more than welcome! I'm really trying to improve my writing x3
-Muse-chan feeling inspired))