A/N: Greetings! Originally this chapter was posted incomplete, but now it is finished, and it is the first out of three chapters that I will publish at a later date. I wish to thank JeweledRaven for following this story when it was just the beginning of an incomplete chapter, it gave me the push I needed to finish it and begin the other two.
Bonfires
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Indigo eyes look out into the night sky, a light breeze ruffling his dirty golden locks shining in the moonlight while a few daring snowflakes fall to his eyelashes. There's a cigarrette between his fingers and a beer on his palm, he takes a sip of the later. The stars are clear in the dark heavens and it looks like something out of a digital painting. Behind his back there's noise of drunken teenagers and a crackling bonfire burns idly in the center. They had decided to go to Stark Pond to have a small party, Team Stan, Team Craig, Wendy, Bebe and other known faces were having a nice time together drinking beer, some smoking, like Kenny, who distanced himself at some point from the others. He felt a bit out of place that night and preferred to stay away, his mind wandering around stupidly in circles. He had gained an odd skill with the passing years, one that he found useful, but still didn't like. It was a visceral feeling in his gut, a light headedness resembling the feeling of dejà vú, it was the accurate premonition of death looming upon him. Kenny was going to die that night, he simply wasn't sure when, he still hadn't learned that much about this occurance; hence, he was pensatively taciturn while releasing the smoke from his lungs. Death was the everyday's bread for him, having everyone forget about it was common and he'd gotten used to it -albeit reluctantly-. Sometimes it was violent, other times he could laugh at the ridiculousness of his demises, other times... it simply left a sour taste on his mouth and a rooted sensation of utter loneliness.
Kenny was busy thinking -remembering- so he did not hear Kyle and Cartman get into an argument. He did instead, registered vaguely the broken bottle of beer that got incrusted in the back of his head. He only heard the typical: "Oh my God! You killed Kenny!" And: "You bastard!" Before his conciousness was lost.