"Here Comes The Rain."
South Park multi-pairing FanFiction by ToniTheTerror / dark--romance.


Title: Here Comes The Rain: Chapter One - The Beginning Of The End.
Author: Toni (ToniTheTerror / dark--romance)
Beta:
Lilzyy (Lilzenium)
Fandom:
South Park
Pairing(s):
LizzyxBebe, KennyxKyle, KennyxCraig, KylexStan.
Warnings:
Prostitution, Sex, Vulgar language and actions, Swearing, Yaoi/Gay/BoyxBoy, Lesbian/Yuri/GirlxGirl.
AN: Hey there 8D. Yeah, I'm putting this into real format since I never used to. -hits self- I'm trying to make this story as angsty, and as dramatic as is morally possible. It's got plenty of pairings and I'm really going to try and keep it up. Reviews or just liddle messages would be nice and I'd love you forever. OH. A BIG thank you to Lilzyy (Lilzenium) for being there in general. ADORE YOU 3 But yeah, read, review and I hope you enjoy x3



- Chapter One ; The Beginning Of The End -

"Hey, if you want the money - You gotta work for it, beautiful."

A skeletally thin blonde girl looked up from her feet, and toward the voice which had just called to her so sickly sweet. Her hair, wavy but matted, hung in deep loops around her peculiarly pretty face. Her taut, pale skin was accented, and almost brought to life by the two large cyan blue eyes embedded into her face. The make-up that surrounded these eyes was old and smudged. Thick lines of the eyeliner and mascara that were caked around her almond shaped eyes were smeared down and across her cheeks and water stained about the eyelashes from salty tears previously cried.
The girl looked into the dark and swallowed thickly. Her body shuddered slightly, spare of any clothes that might have kept her warm. All she wore now was a tight, slightly worn vest shirt. It was pulled out of place slightly at the chest, and a small rip attacked the right side of the garment. Make-shift shorts cut from full length jeans joined the vest and made the slender girl look altogether - very dissheveled.

"S-Sorry," she slurred softly, trying to pad through her alcohol-hazed mind enough to string a sentence together.

"I don't need an apology," the man grunted from the darkness with a soft chuckle. "Just hurry it up. I'm freezing out here."

And so, Lizzy McCormick followed the man into the dark, leaving all her morals and reputation behind. She watched her footing carefully so that she didn't fall, but kept her eyes darting back to the man's back. She stayed only a little behind him - far away enough so that they didn't look associated, but close enough that she did not lose her way.
The man led her down dark street after dark street till they reached a door. Lizzy waited, swaying in silence as the man fumbled with keys to unlock the door. She kept herself aside from talking as always. She never usually spoke much when she was in these situations. She didn't enjoy being recognised afterwards. It was damaging and much to degrading for her. She had problems dealing with embarrassment.

The man unlocked the door successfully and entered, not bothering to flick any of the light switches on. Lizzy followed, keeping her eyes on the man's back as he led her to a back room. The room was bland, unpainted and bare. The only items that it held were a Desk, chair and bed. Even these items of furniture looked as though they had never been used. The desk was worn and faded, matched with the chair, and the bed was a complete mess of crumpled blue blankets. The bed itself looked about to collapse if Lizzy was completely honest with herself.
The man had sat down on the chair, beginning hastily to unzip his jeans. He was looking at Lizzy, but not in her eyes. He was looking at her body and he seemed to like it. Lizzy noticed that this was the first time the man had looked rushed all evening. So far he had been calm about everything - as though he knew Lizzy personally, and was not planning to use her services and then dispose of her, and send her away with a little more money in her pocket. Lizzy took this opportunity to look the man over as he did the same to her. She thought he could be worse. He had a head of thick black hair, a slim body and a reasonable personality so far.
At least he wasn't bald. Lizzy was a nineteen year old girl, experienced and ready for the world. She had left many of her childish phobias, like fearing the dark and spiders, behind her. But bald heads - she just couldn't handle; especially if the owners of the bald heads were about to have sex with her.

The man looked up expectantly and motioned for Lizzy to sit on his knee by patting it softly. Lizzy obeyed and sat her thin frame on the man's lap. She didn't hold much weight in her starved appearance, and all-in-all she looked like she was deliberately attempting to starve herself. She wasn't, of course. Her family just didn't have all that much money for food. The whole McCormick family were skinny - their bones showed through their skin, and their clothes hung from their bodies. But Lizzy had been blessed with a beautiful face, soft curves and a reasonable body shape. The man who had led Lizzy to his home, to get this body, seemed to appreciate this also.

Now that Lizzy was on his lap, the man reached his hands up slowly to her chest. Lizzy silently thanked her lucky stars that she wore her good bra that day. Her boobs weren't the best, but they were still pretty fantastic considering they were all natural. The man began to kneed into her chest, presumably for his own pleasure as well as Lizzy's. Lizzy never really got any pleasure from her 'job', so it wasn't surprising that it took a while for her to kick into action. She was much too tired, and her soul far too dead to take much notice, but she still pushed back against the man, grinding her ass into his lap. This coaxed a low moan from the man, and his hands gripped around the lower hem of Lizzy's pulled vest. He slid the garment slowly upward, till it became stuck under Lizzy's arms. Lizzy lifted them and allowed the fabric to be removed from her chest. Once this was done, the man's hands jumped instantly back to Lizzy's bra-covered breasts once more.
Soon, the hands began to slide downwards, over Lizzy's slim stomach, past her curved hips and along her slim legs. His hands had travelled along the top of her legs, but on the way back, he dipped his hands along the inside of Lizzy's thighs, till they met at the centre of Lizzy's legs, and a slow, shocked, soulless moan escaped Lizzy's mouth.

Then it started to rain.

And Lizzy lost herself to the temptation.

That was how it all started. How Lizzy McCormick became lifeless.
Lizzy became un-capable to ever feel worthy of anyone's love. But once she felt she couln't continue on like this - once she realised that she was incomplete - she set out to find someone.

But she never realised how hard it would be.

You know the beginning - now learn the end.

The end of Lizzy McCormick.