Warning! This story is rated M for violence, possibly disturbing material, swearing, use of drugs and alcohol, mentionings of/hintings at sexual things, and possibly boy-boy love later on. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own South Park or any of the characters in this fanfiction. Those belong to Trey Parker and Matt Stone. I also do not own pretty much anything in this story unless mentioned otherwise.
The only sound that could be heard was the wind, casting little flakes of snow about as if pushing them out of its way. What had begun as a breeze seemed to be changing into a storm of some sort as the sun sank. The graveyard was nearly empty, save for one skinny boy standing near a headstone. He knelt down in the snow, shivering from both the cold and the eerie feeling he felt from being around... well, the dead.
"Oh, dear..." Phillip Pirrup, or Pip to those who bothered to remember he existed, whispered. He shook his head slowly, looking at the words engraved in the cold, grey stone. He had never really been fond of Kenny McCormick, or even known him very well, but Pip was just the kind of person who would visit the grave of someone he didn't know simply because they had died. Even if that person died at least once a week.
He sat in silence for a while, then slowly stood up, brushing snow off his pants. The sky had become dark, and the wind had become much stronger. Pip turned around and began to walk slowly to the cemetary gates, rubbing his arms as he trudged through the snow. The sudden crack of thunder and flash of lightning caused the blonde to shriek in fright, stumbling and falling to the ground.
If Pip hadn't slammed his head against a headstone when he fell, he would have gotten right back up and ran back home. Instead, he was now sprawled flat on his stomach, knocked senseless and completely still. Anyone who happened to see would have thought him to be dead like everything else in the graveyard. It wasn't until he started to pull himself up to his feet that he was aware of a noise he hadn't expected to hear until the next day in school.
Laughter. He could hear someone laughing at him - a harsh, sadistic cackle that seemed to echo in the howling wind. Pip stood up, one hand on his now aching head. He looked around, his vision a bit blurry, for the person who had laughed at him. It was dark and he was still dizzy, so it took a moment for the British boy to finally locate the other person in the cemetary. His light blue eyes opened wide, his mouth opening slightly as if he were about to speak.
A tall, pale teenage boy stood with his arms crossed over his chest. He wore a simple black sweater and black skinny jeans. His shoes, of course, were black as well, and so were his clawlike nails. A silver inverted cross hung from a thin chain around his neck, flailing in the harsh wind as if it were trying to fly away. Black bags under his eyes from an apparent lack of sleep intensified the fierce, eerie look of his blood red, glowing eyes.
The raven-haired boy smirked at the blonde, his hair waving in the howling winds. Pip tried to speak, but the words seemed to be stuck to his tongue. After a short pause that felt like years to the Brit, he swallowed, and finally managed to speak.
"D-Damien?..." Pip squeaked, taking a step back. "Is that you?"
"Of course it's me." Damien responded coldly, looking quite unimpressed. He stared down at the blonde for a moment, looking a bit frustrated. "What? You're not going to run? Not going to try to attack me? Not even going to be a little mad?"
Pip blinked, shrinking back slightly. "Whatever do you mean, Damien? Why would I do such things?"
"I set demons from Hell upon you and set you on fire for the amusement and acceptance of children I hated..."
Pausing for a moment, Pip thought about what had happened. He shuddered as he remembered it - it had been years ago, sure, but it still scared him that anyone had been able to do such a thing so easily. Yet, he had always been so passive. He never let anything bother him too much - everything just worked out better that way.
"I suppose I should be angry or scared," Pip began hesitantly. "but I can't say I really am. I mean... you got to be happy, right? It was worth it, right? You're my friend, Damien. I'm glad you could be accepted for at least a little while."
Damien stared at the blonde, then suddenly grabbed him by the shoulders.
"People still mock you, do they not?"
"Oh, why, er, yes, they do. But I don't mind!"
Damien shook his head slowly, grinning a fanged grin. "Pathetic. You are really, really pathetic."
Pip squirmed just a bit, then froze as he felt Damien's nails dig in to his already bruised and scarred flesh. The raven-haired boy leaned forward and whispered into the blonde's ear in a sinister, sadistic tone. "I can help you."
The last thing Pip Pirrup saw was Damien's face growing closer to his, jaws wide open and sharp teeth bared... and then, everything faded to black.
Well! Ah... This is my first fanfiction I've written in a long, long time! So... I sincerely apologize if it isn't very good. I didn't spend much time on this chapter, and I will say now that this plot probably won't pick up until second or third chapter. Sorry, I'm just not good at beginning things. Reviews would be nice, and helpful, constructive criticism would be useful as well. Just... please go easy on me! xD;