Author's Note: This is my first Fanfiction in quite a while. I would like critiques, but please don't be too harsh. I'm kind of a cry baby. XD Anyways, I hope it doesn't seem too cliché.

Freezing rain to wash blood away,

I just hope everything will be okay.

Surrounding me, is my own pool of blood. Again. I fucking hate these slow, painful deaths. A few feet to the side of me is a highway. Speeding cars splashing dirt, snow and freezing water at me, and it drips into my wounds. I would say it stings, but it doesn't anymore. I feel the darkness slowly creeping onto my dying body, numbing the pain. The darkness is colder than the snow that cushions me, colder than the freezing rain drizzling onto my face, colder than the dark, blanketing fog that surrounds the town of South Park.

I shut my eyes, as I feel a burning sensation below me. I'm greeted by the distant screams from torture taken place in Hell, and Damien's mocking laugh.

"Welcome Kenneth McCormick, never seen you around here, ay?" Damien held out his hand, to help me up.

"Uh huh..Nice joke, Damien. It was hilarious." I glared. "So, did you get cake for the tea party this time?"

"...No, I got cookies. And I set the table before you got here this time, too. "

We sat around a small, plastic Barbie table, on tiny, matching stools to come with. To hide some of the pinkness of the table, Damien covered it with an over-sized, black table cloth. I munched on cookies slowly,because this is probably the last time I'm going to have any sugar until I die again (Which is probably going to be soon, anyways.)

"So, I was thinking..." Damien started to stay, but he paused when I glared at him. "We should try gender-bending. It'd be fun to mess with your so-called friends, right?" He grinned.

"They wouldn't even notice me even if I was a girl whoring myself to them." I looked away.

"Way to be negative," Damien rolled his eyes. "Well, whether you like it or not, you're going to be joining me. I'll pretend to be your mother as a female, so I can enroll you in school."

Oh, this will be oodles and oodles of fun. Thoughts about all that could go wrong swirl in my head. Of course, the supposed catastrophe in store for me never crossed my mind as a possibility. I finished my cookies, and gulped down my boiling hot tea, not caring about the burning.

"So, when do we start?" I asked, apathetically.

"Whenever."

I eyed him suspiciously. "Whenever? You always have a time and date for everything, Damien. You're so precise."

"I don't care." He sounds even more apathetic than I sound.

I decided I needed some prepping time. Maybe it would be weird if a new student (who might possibly resemble me) came to South Park a day after Kenneth McCormick dies, then never comes back while the Female version oi me is there. So, I waited for a week and a half. Every day this seemed to become a better and better idea, so I was even more excited. We ended this prepping time when I lost my patience.

Damien gave a menacing laugh, "Time to start this nightmare!"

Nightmare? By then I just knew Damien had something set up for me.