Disclaimer: South Park is © of Matt Stone and Trey Parker
A/N: I'm sorry about the other story you guys, I didn't think it was exactly that great so I took it off. I'm really picky about my stories and most of the time about 1 out of 5 stories makes the cut (Believe me, I'm not lying) Anyways getting back on subject... I hope you guys enjoy this one, and please to review, I worked hard on it and I love to see it pay off with you guys' comments.
-Red Delta-
-When Camping Goes Terribly Wrong-
I rummage through Stan's pick-up truck until I find the tent, and then I pick it up and take it over to where Stan is. He grins widely at me, and then takes the tent from me and we start to set it up. I breathe in the cool, crisp morning air. We really needed this time away from South Park; after all, it has been years since we've camped out. I look over at Stan.
The years have been nice to Stan; he's grown to be tall and muscular. His messy black hair is still the same as I remember it as a kid, and his eyes are still the same shade of crystal blue that I've come to love. He still wears his old red poof-ball hat, the one he's had since we were young.
As for me, I don't think I look as good as Stan. I'm short and thin, and I never hear the end of it from Cartman. My hair isn't quite as much of an afro as it was when I was younger, but it still fluffs up a bit. It's also not quite as bright red as it was when I was a kid either, it's now kind-of-sort-of a dark red. My eyes are still emerald green, like they've always been. Like Stan, I still wear my old hat from when I was a kid; my green ushanka. We're sixteen now, but our friendship's never been stronger.
Once we put in the final stake, I look at our crap-tastic tent. One side was slanting, and everything looked so odd.
"It looks like shit, doesn't it?" Stan says with humor in his voice.
"It sure does, but I am NOT going to re-pitch the tent, it was freaking hard." Stan lets out a chuckle then comes over to me, putting an arm around my neck.
"It's not THAT terribly hard, Kyle. Besides, I was the one doing most of the work, so I should be the one complaining instead of you." He gives me a smirk then tightens his grip around my neck. I let out a laugh, and then look out at the sunset that was being presented before us. A thought then occurs in my mind: we need firewood. I pull away from Stan's grasp then nudge my head in the direction of the forest.
"We're going to need firewood if we're going to stay up longer." Stan nods then goes over to his pick-up truck and gets out two axes. He comes back to me and hands one to me. I gratefully take it, and then we're off into the forest.
We go through the forest until we see a not-too-big, not-too-small tree. Stan takes a swing at it. As soon as he does, we hear something coming from the bushes. The biggest grizzly bear I've ever seen leaps out of them. The bear looks around, and then turns to me. I could see rage in his eyes. He comes toward me, with the intent to kill. My heart's pounding wildly against my ribcage, I'm so petrified with fear that I can't move. Once the bear's in front of me, he raises one paw then swipes at my stomach. I fall to my knees, clutching my newfound wound. I'm able to hear the blood pulsating in my ears. The bear swipes at me again, but this time dangerously close to my heart. I'm going to die... Oh God, I'm going to die...
I gasp for air, but none seems to come to me. I fall to my side, trying to take deep breaths for the air I desperately needed. I close my eyes. Please let Stan be OK... I suddenly hear the bear cry out in pain, and soon afterward I hear his footsteps fading away. After this point, I blank out from lack of oxygen and blood loss.
I shoot up from my slumber, sweat beating down my forehead. I look around to see that I'm in a fiery place; I immediately know what's happened. I've died and gone to hell. Someone taps me on the shoulder, so I spin around to see someone in an orange parka. I calm down as I know who this person is; Kenny. He had died just yesterday, due to Cartman "accidentally" poisoning his food.
"So you died, Kyle?" I nod, tears now brimming in my eyes. I quickly blink them away, not wanting my friend to see what a total pussy I'm being.
"Well, I have good news for you. Your not really dead yet, just give it a couple minutes and you'll be back up wherever you were at."
"Huh?" I tilt my head in confusion. I look down at my hands to see that they're fading. I look back up at Kenny whose now got a big smile on his face.
"I'll see you later, dude. Give me a few days, and I'll be back up in South Park with the rest of you guys." Kenny waves goodbye at me, while I'm totally and utterly confused. I'm just glad I'm not really dead yet, but... Who brought me back to life?
I hear someone calling my name... They have desperation in their voice... It sounds so familiar, like I've heard it before... Could it be... Stan?
"... Kyle... Kyle, wake up... Goddamn it Kyle, Wake up!" My head is pounding and my ears are ringing as I slowly open my eyes. I immediately scan around my surroundings. I'm in a forest... But how? Oh yeah, that's right, I got attacked by a bear. I let out a moan of pain as soon as I feel the pain from my wounds coming back to me. I look over at my rescuer to see Stan. There's tears flowing down his cheeks, but there's a smile on his face.
"Kyle, you're a-alive! I-I thought I l-lost you!" Stan picks me up and brings me to his chest as he sobs in relief.
"Wh...Wh-what happ-happened?" I mange to stagger out.
"I hit the bear with the Axe which scared him off, and then I came to you... You weren't breathing, and I couldn't feel a pulse... I had to do CPR on you, Kyle. It took me what felt like forever to get you breathing again. Oh god Kyle, I thought I lost you for good... I really don't know what I'd do without you..." Stan holds me closer to him. I look up at him to see his bottom lip quivering. He looks down at me then smiles.
"At least you're breathing now, but we really need to get you to a hospital. You may be alive but you really got torn up by the bear." Stan stands up, with me still in his arms, and holds me close to him as he runs back to the campsite.
I nuzzle Stan, able to hear his heartbeat. It's strong and healthy; I wish I could say the same for mine. The strange thing is, his heartbeat is unusually calming to me. I didn't know Stan actually cared this much for me. I never knew that he would go so much out of the way just to save me. I... I never noticed Stan like this before. He looks so determined, like nothing could stop him from saving me. My heart begins to pound rapidly, my chest begins to hurt. Do I... Like Stan?
Stan comes to a halt then carefully puts me into his pick-up truck. He comes to the other side and gets inside. He picks up my hand, grasping it tightly.
"It's OK Kyle; we'll get through this together." He smiles weakly at me, then lets go of my hand. He puts the car into ignition and then we're off to Hell's Pass hospital.
A/N: I'm sorry if I use "and", "then", and "I hear/see" too much, I have a tendency to do that.
-Red Delta-
