YAYZ! MY EX-TYPIST BOUGHT ME A KYLE PLUSHIE! I'm sooo happy. (LOL Craige quote! Xp) So, in celebration of the great gift I'm getting in a few weeks, here's the next chapter!
"21st Century Cure"
KYLE's house, evening. KYLE, bored, throws a baseball at the side of his house. Suddenly, he misses and the baseball goes flying into a nearby graveyard. KYLE nervously looks around, seeing no one.
KYLE:
This will be quick.
It's in my sight.
Biting his lip, he nods and crosses the boundaries of his yard. Slowly he makes his way to the graveyard. He reaches for the baseball, then freezes as he spots STAN nearby standing over a coffin he's dug up. STAN, however, doesn't notice KYLE. He shoves a crowbar under the coffin's lid.
STAN:
Industrialization has crippled the globe.
BUTTERS's voice comes in over an air raid siren. KYLE jumps as STAN merely glances at the siren and returns to the coffin.
BUTTERS:
Enjoy GeneCo's day and night-time formulas of Zydrate.
STAN:
Nature failed as technology spread.
BUTTERS:
Ask a Gentern if Zydrate is right for you.
STAN:
And in this wake, a market erected.
BUTTERS:
Buying Zydrate from an unlicensed source is illegal.
STAN:
An entire city built on top of the dead!
The coffin finally gives with a loud crack. STAN glances around him briefly before pulling KENNY's corpse from the grave. KYLE's eyes go wide and he holds his breath in shock.
STAN (cont):
And you can finance your bones and your kidneys.
For every market, a sub-market grows.
But best you be punctual with making your payments.
Lest it be you on the concrete below.
STAN glances around him again, then pulls out a syringe. He jabs the syringe into the corpse of KENNY's skull, extracting the glowing blue Zydrate.
STAN (cont):
It's quick, it's clean, it's pure.
It could change your life, rest assured.
It's the 21st century cure,
And it's my job to steal and rob...
Police sirens suddenly fill the air. Blue and red lights flash. STAN looks in another direction. KYLE follows his gaze. RED can be seen at another grave, dangerously close to the police. He's too distracted to notice the danger. STAN takes a deep breath and yells out.
STAN (cont):
GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVES!
The police turn to STAN, blinding search lights fixing on his location. KYLE, in pure terror, scrambles to his feet and grabs STAN's arm, tugging desperately.
KYLE:
Stan, stop!
STAN, noticing KYLE, stares at him in shock. Suddenly, he grins and grabs one of KYLE's wrists, dragging him to a nearby building. They break in, finding it full of decaying corpses, victims of the dreaded REPO MAN. STAN's grin grows wider.
STAN:
Jackpot!
Police can be heard outside. KYLE has a death grip on STAN's arm. He's terrified out of his mind.
KYLE:
Shit dude! We gotta get out of here!
STAN ignores him, pulling out another syringe and jamming it into the skull of the nearest corpse. He still watches KYLE from the corner of his eye as he extracts more Zydrate.
STAN:
So why care for these petty obsessions?
Your designer heart still beats with common blood!
And what if you could have genetic perfection?
Would you change who you are if you could?
It's quick, it's clean, and it's pure.
Despite the blaring noise of the police sirens, BUTTERS's voice can still be heard over the air raid sirens.
BUTTERS:
Oh, you really need it!
STAN:
It could change your life, rest assured.
BUTTERS:
Oh, you've got to have it!
STAN:
It's the 21st century cure!
BUTTERS:
All you need is surgery!
STAN:
And it's my job to steal and rob...
GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVES!
GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVES!
The police reach in and grab KYLE, dragging him outside. STAN abandons the syringe and grabs KYLE's wrist, trying to help him. The police prove too strong for him, tearing KYLE from his grasp. Before STAN can do anything, the GOTHS appear out of nowhere and hurriedly drag him away. Back with KYLE, who's hyperventilating, gasping for breath, struggling to breathe. He grabs his chest in pain, the events of the past few minutes overwhelming him. As his vision fades, a tall silhouette appears. KYLE then sinks into unconsciousness.