So...I wrote this on another website. So if you see it there, that's me. I decided to try my luck and see how you guys like it. I don't own South Park, if that wasn't obvious already. Please, comment. I love comments.

I stumbled down the empty street, the moon just barely illuminating the area around me. My eyes burned as trickles of hot blood slid down my face. I shouldn't have gone on that mission, but the thrill was too hard to resist.

14 hours ago: I sat on the bench in the police station, shifting positions for the fiftieth time. I swear, those benches were designed to make you as uncomfortable as possible. I pulled on the handcuff connecting my wrist to the bench. It dug into my wrist leaving red marks in my skin. I overheard some of the cops that were standing in a group. Their shirts were wrinkled and stained with coffee and their eyes had dark bags under them.

"Why can't we get these guys?"

"I don't know...they just keep...evading us."

"If we don't get them, it'll be our ass's on the line!"

"Don't you think I know that?"

"We do have an anonymous tip that's saying they will be meeting at the abandoned warehouse out of town to make the deal-"

"GOD DAMN IT! We can't risk sending in a group, those drug dealers are armed and have already proven that they can slaugh-"

"McCormick!" An officer shouted as he slammed a phone down and walked over to me. He unlocked my handcuff and, with a stiff hand, grabbed me from under the arm and pulled me off the bench.

"You've been bailed out...again." He said, pushing me into the lobby and slamming the door. I looked around and noticed a good friend standing there, his arms crossed and a look of disappointment on his face.

"H-hey Stan! Thanks...again." I said walking over to him. He took his hat off and ran his fingers through his hair. He pinched the bridge of his nose, like he had been known to do in the past.

"What did you do THIS time?"

"I got caught shoplifting." He glared at me and I put my hands up in defense.

"It wasn't for me, it was for my family! My ass of a dad spent all of his money on drugs."

"Well...at least it was for your family this time." He said walking me home. He was telling me about how breaking the law isn't the way I should live my life. But I wasn't listening. I was too busy thinking about the conversation that the cops were talking about. My thirst for danger was overwhelming and I had to get involved.

I clenched my side in pain as an open wound bled onto my hand. I couldn't keep this up, I needed to stop. I couldn't make it home, or to the hospital. Besides, even if I could make it, I wouldn't be able to pay the hospital bill. I looked around in the deep night and saw a familiar house. She was probably asleep, but hopefully, she would help.

I hobbled into her yard, and looked up at her window. There was a small tree that reached up right to her window sill, it wasn't very tall, but the branches by her house were just strong enough for me to stand on.

I reached a shaking and extremely bloody hand up for a branch. Using all of my strength I hoisted myself up into the tree, a bloody hand print staining the branch. I slowly crawled up the tree until I reached the window. Sliding across the branch, I dug my fingers under the window and pushed it open.

So...it wasn't a very long chapter. But I still hope you enjoyed it.