Well, this is my second Style fic I've ever written, but the first that I felt like writing. =3 I came up with the idea for this at, like, three in the morning, so—

Cartman: Shut the fuck up, Allie. Nobody cares.

Kyle: No, you shut the fuck up, fat ass. These are the damn author's notes, so she can say what she wishes.

*fight commences between Cartman and Kyle* Hm… Who do you think'll be the winner?

Stan: GO KYLE! Oh, and, none of the characters mentioned do not belong to Allie, they belong to Trey Parker and Matt Stone.

Conspiracy — Style

Prologue

Lazy clouds.

Shimmering moon.

Dancing stars.

That's what shone in the sky as a profound man stepped his way through a dark alley. He had a meeting planned and he most certainly had to get there in time. It was much to important of a meeting to miss… He'd surely die if that snake in the grass lived a day longer.

Overflowing trash cans.

Rats skittering out of the way.

Shadows hiding nearly everything.

That was the only scenery as the man came to a stop outside what seemed like an abandoned building. How disgusted the man was of the scene before him. But what did he expect? That damn rat had let this part of the town go to waste. Not that the man blamed him; he'd've done the same thing.

Creaking door.

Musty air.

The stench of death.

"So you finally showed up, huh?"

Messy blonde hair.

Tattered parka.

Striking blue eyes.

"You knew I wouldn't miss this meeting for my life."

Tense atmosphere.

Hatred flowing freely.

Wealth and poverty mixing.

"Why did you want to see me, anyways? I thought you couldn't stand the poor."

Harsh accusations.

"Because you're the only one who can do the job I want done."

Blunt explanations.

"And what would that be?"

Suspicious curiosity.

"I want you to kill the president."

Wow. =3 I'm proud of myself for that. Now, beware, that's not going to be the story's style, oh no no no. It's going to be like a regular story. I just felt like writing it that way. Also, tell me what you think. (And I'll give kudos to those who can guess who the president is!)

Kyle: *sits on top of Cartman, victorious* HA! I win, fat ass!

Riiiiight… I forgot about their little fight. =w=' Haha… But, anyways, go Kyle! :D