Short flashes of random depressing scenes with Kenny. I was really bored on my six hour bus ride, so I decided to write this. Another chapter to come.


Flying Solo

I ran down the dark desolate streets of South Park, my mind racing in a swirl of confusion and anger. Why had Tammy cheated on me? I mean sure I cheated on her all the time, but she

never seemed to mind. Besides I was a stud, so that made it alright, right? My feet continued to pound the asphalt roadway as the horrifying image of Tammy and Clyde flashed through

my head. For the first time, I was jealous of that jock bastard. Tammy was mine, well at least she had been.

Kyle and Stan had each other, and even Cartman had managed to snatch himself a girlfriend. But not me; Kenny McCormick was flying this one solo. Though there wasn't much a

difference compared to usual, I was used to it by now. My parents had been drunks and never paid me any mind while I was growing up. God rest their souls, or Satan rest their souls, or

whatever. Kevin wasn't much better; god knows where he is, not like I give a flying fuck anyway.

Even when I died, they didn't seem to care; only Kyle and Stan did. But like I said before, they had each other; there was no need for a third wheel. For the first time, I had hope that I'd

have a partner to help me fly this plane that is life. Sure Tammy and I weren't the perfect couple, but I really did care about her. That is until I saw her in the parking lot of TGI Friday's

with Clyde (you know what I mean).

My thought were so clouded that I didn't hear the slowly growing hum of the semi that was making its way toward me. Just as I was about to be crushed (again), I was pushed into a pile
of snow, safely out of reach of the truck's path. I was so shocked it hadn't occurred to me that someone had pulled me out of the snow pile gently and was now dusting me off. "Are you

okay?" A slightly muffled voice questioned. My eyes refocused finally on a girl with straight strawberry blonde hair and serene green eyes. A tattered blue scarf covered her mouth loosely.
She straightened and pulled the scarf from over her mouth. "I saw the truck and I saw you in its path, I had to do something." She explained almost in guilt. With that she turned and

began to walk away slowly. I watched her leave, my mouth opening and closing quickly. Finally words came to me and I darted after her.

"W-wait," I stammered reaching out for her arm with a gloved hand. She turned back to face me, a small smile on her face. "I'm Kenny." I continued lamely. Her smile widened as she

turned her back to me once more.

"It was a pleasure saving you Kenny, I'm Isabel," She replied coolly before disappearing around the corner. A smile flitted across my lips before I turned back to the snow pile calmly. A

glint of black could be seen under the dim street lights. I made my way over to the snow and pulled out the small pistol, turning it over in my hands nonchalantly. For the first time I didn't

want to pull the trigger. Slowly, I placed it in the pocket of my orange parka and made my way back up the street. Maybe this plane wasn't gonna crash after all, at least not without a

partner.