A hand twitched. Followed by an eyelid. Followed by a leg. Then a splutter could be heard. Blonde hair coated in dark crimson blood swayed stiffly in the wind and a racked breath came from his lips. He was a mangled mess, flesh torn from the limbs that were ripped by cold steel as he continuously coughed, trying to get rid of the sensation that he was chocking. Hands reached under him and grasped at his stomach as he wretched, nothing coming up but blood. The scarlet liquid seemed to pour out of his mouth and he felt death's cold, merciless hand reach out to grab him.
"No, not again…" he trailed off, unable to speak as that familiar bony hand clamped around his mouth. Another grabbed his throat and he felt himself being dragged away, leaving a splattered trail of more crimson blood that seemed to sprout like some type of fungus on the concrete.
"Please, not again. Please…" Once again, those words trailed off, the source being silenced by the Reaper once more. Suddenly, he twitched. His mouth opened and bit down hard on the hand, feeling the withered bones crack with ease in his jaws. The iron grip on his throat loosened as a swift foot kicked the skeleton in the rib cage. There was another crack as Death fell before laying still. Still coughing, the blonde grasped his stomach again, hurling up what seemed like a continuous supply of blood from his system. He didn't want to die… Not again…
A rasping sound could be heard from the supposedly now inanimate pile of fabric and bones which caused the blonde to swivel his head to look. His face was met by an ivory finger, covered in his blood. He could feel it's penetratingly cold tip lightly brush his cheek. Suddenly jerking away, he turned and ran, not daring to look back and see that bony face again, which was devoid of all emotion. He could hear himself panting, his lungs trying their best to supply his body with precious oxygen as he literally ran for his life. The creature was still staring at him, it's cold emotionless eyes seeming to pierce his very soul.
"Come back..." it appeared to whisper, it's voice carrying on the wind, chilling the blonde to the bone.
"No." Was the reply, "No! No! NO! NO! NO!"
He shut his eyes as tight as he could, not wanting to open them ever again. His foot snagged on a small rock that jutted out of ground and he fell forward. Time seemed to go in slow motion as he just barely got a chance to peer back at nothing. He gained his footing just in time and stopped in his track as time regained speed. Nothing. There nothing was staring at back at him, nothing filling his heart with fear.
"Kenny! Kenny!" He felt himself collapsing, the ground giving way underneath him as he fell into black nothingness
"KENNY!" He jerked as Kyle pumped his chest once more, starting his heart. Eyelids flickered open as he was greeted by his friends', that one with the poof-ball hat hugging him before he met the embrace of the other two. He beamed at his friends' superbly grinning faces, but not only because of them. He smiled at the fact that he did it, he evaded Death. He had escaped it's icy grip, he had escaped… immortality? He felt glad that instead of coming back like normal, casually sitting up in bed, he actually came back when his friends wanted him most, when they… missed him. He had fought and had won. He won. Slowly getting up, he limped along the bloody road and clasped Stan and Kyle's hands as tight as he could, not ever wanting to let go. They remembered me die at last. After all those years…. Happiness filled his soul to the brim and he smile widened. They remembered.