Hey guys! This is my first long story here, and I hope you like it.

I'd like thanks Hollow28. She edited this story to perfection ;)

So enjoy!

South Park. In the town, it was already evening. After a long day, Sunday was finally coming to an end. Elementary School students in the town of South Park were preparing themselves to go to sleep. They needed rest to have enough energy for the next boring lecture by Mr. Garisson

"It's time to go to bed, honey" Mrs. Testaburger said. She and her family were sitting on the sofa, watching TV.

"Alright, Mom" Wendy replied with a smile. She got up on her feet, climbed up the stairs, and went straight to her room. She opened the first drawer of her cabinet. She was looking for her pajamas among her many pink clothes. Wendy pulled them from the drawers, holding them loosely. Suddenly, a large pair of hands gripped her shoulders. The captor drew Wendy back into the depth of the bedroom. The clothes in her hands fell to the floor. She disappeared in the darkness.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Stan was standing on the stool before the mirror, brushing his teeth. He was in his Terrance & Phillip pajamas, in which he almost always slept. When he finished, he spat in the sink and put the toothbrush away. He turned on the stool and jumped to the floor. He exited the bathroom and went to his room. He flicked on the light, and was surprised to find his window was wide open. There was a strange box on his bed.

"Huh?" Stan was suprised. He stood in the doorway for a moment, tentative. He crossed the room and sat on the bed. He took the cardboard box in his hands. He opened the box without hesitation, but did not remove the contents. His cell phone rang loudly, and he answered it, holding it to his ear. "Hello?" he asked cautiously.

He heard a familiar voice on the other line. "Stan! Please, help me!"

Stan arched his eyebrows. "Wendy?" he responded

"In the box is a pistol, a picture, and a street address. There is a phone, too. I'll use it specifically to communicate with you," a distorted male voice said.

"Who the hell are you?" Stan asked, terrified as he pulled the gun carefully out of the box

"I'll put it this way. If you want your girlfriend live, you have to kill the man. You have his address, the rest is up to you. Do you understand? You have twenty four hours to finish the job"

The connection was interrupted, leaving Stan with the dull dialtone

"Oh my God!" he moaned. He placed the cell phone and the gun side by side. He took out the piece of paper, and he reached for the framed photo. He immediately froze, the paper in his right hand drifting to the floor as he realized who was in the picture.

"Stanley, are you okay?" Randy asked, standing in a bathrobe in the middle of a flight of stairs

"Y-yes, Dad, I'm fine!" he replied shakily, setting the photo back on the bed. He hurried over and slammed the door shut, leaning his back against it. "God!" he groaned to himself, horrified at his new situation

At the bus stop in the morning, Kenny was the first to appear. He waited for his friends to come, but he didn't have to wait long. Stan showed up a few moments later, his eyes on the ground.

"Hey, Stan" Kenny muttered when Stan came in range. To his surprise, Stan didn't stop moving closer to him

"Um, Kenny," Stan said nervously. He put his hand into his pocket and pulled out a few dollar bills. "I'll give you ten dollars if you go to school on foot today and you don't start asking me why."

The blonde shrugged his shoulders. "Okay!" he agreed eagerly, taking his friend's money. He darted off excitedly in the direction of the school.

"Hello, Stan," came a voice from behind him. Stan recognized it as Cartman's.

Stan twitched nervously when heard the whiny voice and he turned to face the brunette. "Oh, hey Cartman" he said and smiled slightly, hiding his fear.

"Where'd poor boy go?" he asked, not paying attention on Stan's behavior.

The sweat running down Stan face. His smile flipped into a frown. "I'm sorry, dude" he pulled the gun out from under his jacket. He pointed the pistol at Cartman's face. "I don't have a choice" he was shaking, trying to maintain the gun in his hand.

Cartman blinked. "What the fuck are you doing, Stan?" he asked, not moving. He didn't even seem afraid, more alarmed at the strange behavior Stan was exhibiting.

"Stan! Holy shit!" Kyle yelled, running at full speed toward the bus stop. He ran into Stan and took the gun from his hand. It fired up into the sky, and a few seconds later, a dead bird fall to ground behind Cartman.

"Kyle! Fuck!" Stan cried, still shaking. "Give me the pistol. I have to kill Cartman!"

"No way, dude!" he refused, stepping back. "I know. Sometimes I feel like I want to kill Cartman, but I'd never actually do it!"

"What's wrong with you, pussy?" Cartman asked

Stan exhaled, trying to calm down before he explained. "If I don't kill you, Cartman, then someone is going to kill Wendy around ten o'clock tonight. They kidnapped her, a-and the guy called me on this phone he sent me, in a box..." he rambled. He pulled the phone out from his pocket and held it out to them.

Cartman frowned. "I have sad news, Kahl," he said, completely calm. "Our friend has gone mad."

Stan twitched again. "What? No! I'm not crazy, I'm being serious!" he took two steps back from them.

"I believe you, Stan," Kyle said after a moment. He threw the gun in the bushes and rubbed his gloved hands together. "And should you care, Cartman," he cried, turning toward him "Someone wants you dead and you keep kidding around!"

"Okay" he muttered, placing his hand under his chin. "I don't care, but whoever wants me dead is going to get it" he smiled vindictively.

"Alright, you don't care. So, Stan can kill you?" Kyle asked hopefully. "Dude, go get the gun. I threw it too soon!"

"No, I didn't mean that" he moaned. "You wish this would happen, don't you, you stupid Jew? Well. I have a plan"

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