Kyle x Kenny - Till Death Do Us Part

by the-coronach

I was in the mood to write some feels, and what better way to satisfy that than by killing off Kenny? ...Yeah, this is pretty short, and doesn't necessarily have much of a plot, to be honest. Just a crappy sort-of K2 thing I whipped up in less than ten minutes. I'd be happy with myself if it actually did break someone's feels, though; that would be an accomplishment.

Kyle pulled his knees to his chest and let out a shuddering sigh. He still couldn't believe it. It was so unreal. It had happened so fast, no one even knew what was happening until it was too late. And now, one of his best friends was gone. Right out of his life. Kyle squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to remember.

It was dark, and the boys had been walking home. An owl hooted from somewhere out of sight, sending a shiver up Kyle's spine. Something in the frigid Colorado air that night just didn't feel right; something was about to go very wrong.

They had been right across the street from the dilapidated house that was Kenny's.

Kyle, Stan, and Cartman had all said goodbye to Kenny, and the young boy had started to cross the street, when Kyle heard something that chilled him down to his very marrow. A car.

Kenny must not had heard it; his coat must have blocked out the noise. He didn't notice the headlights, either. Kyle started screaming, and Kenny paused, turning around to blink at his Jewish friend.

And then, it was over.

In spite of himself, tears pricked in Kyle's emerald green eyes and he started to rock back and forth. He's in a better place now... he tried to tell himself, but his brain wouldn't listen. Kenny... Kenny was gone... He'd never see his sparkling icy blue eyes again. He'd never have to endure another muffled, perverted joke.

As the car backed up and drove around the body, Kyle broke into a sprint, leaving a speechless Stan and a shocked Cartman in the dust. The blacktop scraped and bloodied Kyle's knees as he slid to the ground, tremblingly scooping up his friend's limp, lifeless body in his arms.

"Kenny...?" he had choked out. "K-Kenny, are you ok...? Goddamn it, Kenny, answer me!"

But of course Kenny hadn't answered.

"Kenny... Th-They killed Kenny..." Kyle murmured unbelievingly. Hot tears started running down his cheeks as he hugged the corpse close to his chest. In a few moments, all his grief turned into rage, and he yelled to anyone who would listen, "Those bastards!"

The more Kyle mulled it over, it slowly started to dawn on him: he had loved Kenny McCormick. He had loved him, with every ounce of his being. And it was too late, because it had taken his death to make him realize it.