Satan was right, Earth was so much different now, while it was spring before, it was now winter, everything was dead and cold, and strangely I enjoyed it. I enjoyed everything about South Park, my senses were filled to the brim with everything around me. I could literally smell the snow, hear it fall, it was a wonderful experience. Uplifting slightly, it was nice, even nicer from my new point of view. I figured that my shin and thigh bones had grown a few inches, making me about six feet one inch or so, approximately the height of Kyle.

The smile I'd been wearing for the past few moments faded. Kyle, I'd never be able to see him again. Fuck hell, fuck God, Fuck…..fuck…fuck Kyle! No good bastard, if he'd listened to me in the first place he wouldn't be dead, i I /i wouldn't be dead. All his fucking fault.

The rage building inside of me was like nothing I'd ever felt before, it burned like a fire, crackling blazing. Roaring in rage I grabbed a piece of the play equipment I use to play on when I was younger. It melted away in my hands! It was as if it was just an ice cube, what the hell? I poked the swing set a few more times, nothing happened, there was no melting, no ice cube like anything.

"Loki?"

I turned to the sound of Young Master's voice, I hadn't see Damien in years. He'd transferred high schools after was expelled for setting this homophobic bastard on fire for making fun of him and Pip. He was taller, but shorter than my new body, still had the same long black hair, unpleasant demeanor, and love for black clothes. Yet he'd traded in his Metallica t-shirts and leather jackets for a black business suit, I guess if you were to be in the prince of the underworld, you'd want to look dignified.

"Damien, dude, how are you?" I said with a smile, his jaw literally dropped, pulling down his black sunglasses slightly, he gave me a disbelieving stare.

"Stan? You're the new demon?"

"Yeah, but please don't call me Stan, kinda closed that chapter in my life with a mirror." I chuckled slightly, folding my arms and leaning against what was left of the leg of the swing set.

"Yes, of course, but seeing as you are you, I won't have to do much explaining about who you will be guarding. You know him quite well." He chuckled slightly, lighting up a cigarette. My stomach sank, if this feeling in my gut was right, I was in for one hell of an eternity.

"Don't tell me," I moan in protest "The fatass."

"If you mean Eric Cartman, then you are correct sir." Damien smirked blowing smoke into my face, I fell into a coughing fit and nearly vomited. My new senses were way to keen.

"Fuck." I growled pinching the bridge of my nose with my thumb and forefinger. A bell sounded off in the distance and his head whipped around.

"Sounds like school's out, better go find your boy fast." He said motioning with his cigarette.

"Yeah, well, thanks Damien, I'll see you around?"

"Of course you will, now go Loki, wreck your havoc upon the souls of those lest fortunate."

"Of course Master," I bowed slightly, I didn't know why, something in me, another entity that was forcing its way into my soul was causing these things to happen. I about faced and took off running. Thought the high school wasn't that far away, I knew that Cartman would probably be out of there faster than a bullet. He use to always take off without telling anyone where he was going.

Note to self, thank Satan for making me taller. Running was so much easier with long legs, but I guess being dead and a demon probably helped me out a bit. A run that would have taken me twenty minutes while I was alive only took me five. The people around me were a blur of different colored energies. Purples, blues, whites, greens, all colors of the rainbow where surrounding people. All the colors had minor effects on me, stupid keen senses, but none really had that much effect until I passed a dark purple energy. It was on my left, but I needed to keep running, but my heart, it felt like steel. I fell on all fours, skidding slightly, ripping my too short pants. It felt as if all my organs had been turned to steel, and that all I could do was cry, for no reason.

"Oh Stan,"

My ears perked up and my head shot up as fast as it could. It was Wendy, my poor Wendy, she was crying. Her face pale, eyes red and swollen, knees tucked up into her chest, Bebe comforting her. But even Bebe's bright pink energy didn't stand a chance against the large dark purple energy looming over Wendy's shoulders. Her keening was so great.

"It's all right Wendy, there was nothing you could do." Bebe said holding Wendy tighter as she sobbed into her jacket

"it's all my fault Bebe, I didn't do something."

"Shush, everyone knew it was coming Wendy, there could never have been just Stan in the world, it always had to be Kyle and Stan, Stan and Kyle. You knew this when you started to date him, I told you that you were in for one hell of a ride."

"I know, I didn't care, Bebe," she moaned "I miss Stan."

There was a slight tug at my heart strings, was it Love? No, it was remorse, guilt for putting Wendy through this. Pulling myself up, I lightly touched her knee, she didn't notice, didn't feel it.
"Wendy," I said softly "I know you can't hear me, but, none of this was your fault and Bebe's right, move on girlie, just move on. I may have never loved you, but you were a big part of my life. Go find a guy to make you ha-"

"GET OUT OF MY WAY HIPPIE!"

I cringed at the sound of his voice, all the torments and trouble rushing back in one feral swoop. Eric Cartman, star defensemen of the South Park High Bulldogs, strutting down the cement walk way, hands tucked into his lettermen jacket, light blue hat pulled over his messy brown hair, stupid smile, he was still a fat ass, but now his fat ass was good for something besides taking up space.

"Bye Wendy," I said softly, kissing her cheek and running off after Cartman.

"Know what Bebe?" Wendy said sniffling a couple of times before straightening her back up

"What?"
"I have a feeling that Stan would want me to move on, he never liked seeing anyone sad."

"I have that feeling too, come on, I hear that Maurice's is having a sale. Let's go."

I trotted behind Cartman, not really sure what to do. No one had taken the time to explain to me what the hell I was suposted to do, just follow him around and make sure he didn't get his fat ass killed? What a waste of an eternity. I guess I could take in the sights. Then again, what sights? It was South Park, nothing changes here except the street lights. Walk, stop, for some reason it just blurred together, I didn't care, I didn't have anything to do, I had an eternity to spend watching Eric be dumb. Speaking of which, where'd the fat ass go?
I did a few double takes before I realize I'd been standing on the street corner for a long while, because Cartman was walking back, cheeks pink, hair mussed, a large 'I just got laid' smile on his face. In all honesty, I could have gone without seeing that face for another sixteen years. I let him get a few feet in front of me before I actually began to follow him again, I didn't see the point of breathing over his shoulder, it wasn't like I had anything better to do. So I just skidded along the snow covered walkways, missing some of the best part of winter that I could never have again. Seeing my breath, the first initial sting of winter, leaving god damn footprints in the snow, I wonder if I made a snow angel if I would leave a mark, or if I'd just burst into flames. While cool, that would also be all kinds of suck.

Looking up, I noticed that Cartman had begun to look over his shoulder a lot, he looked paranoid, as if something was coming. Of course something was coming, me , he couldn't hear me, smell me, or see me, but I guess if he really concentrated, like more than his little brain could try, he could sense me.

"Fuck, what the hell!" he yelled pointing in my general direction, it caused me to literally jump two feet into the air, leaving me hovering, a very useful tool for the future. But it wasn't me that he was pointing to, it was a short, skinny boy in a bright orange hooded sweatshirt-the sleeves torn off, leaving only his black t-shirt to cover his arms-and a pair of jeans, running at full speed at him. There was only one kid who would wear something like that.

"Kenny damn it!" He yelled as the boy slowed his run and doubled over, clutching his side

"Y-you forgot your house keys at my house," he said with a large smile, Cartman looked around paranoid, but I wanted a closer at his, so I tried to lower myself, but it didn't quite work. I ended up floating upside down for a while before I wound up right next to Kenny, hovering the right way, but I'd missed the good parts of the conversation and was left with:

"So, will I see you tomorrow after school?" Kenny said softly, with bright eyes

"Possibly," Cartman muttered trying to sound distained

"Oh, come on, there's no one around to hear you, just let the wall down, please?"

"Fine, I'll be over right after school like always." He was trying to force back a smile.

What the hell? Kenny and Cartman were friends ?

Pushing my hands through my shaggy hair, I shook my head. It didn't make sense, the only people Cartman talked to during school was teachers, other football players, girls he was trying to hit on, and me, barely, and everything that came out of his fat mouth was insults. As he waved goodbye to Kenny, I took a good look at my other friend. There was oil smudged on his face, probably from his after school job at the garage down at the race tracks, but he was happy. I'd always envied Kenny's happiness, no matter how bad things were, he was happy. For a kid that died so much when he was younger, he led a very happy teenage life. He hadn't died in a long time, at least two or three years, which was a new record for him. But yeah, Kenny and Cartman could only breed trouble and wrong, which I guess I was for now. I looked down and around, guessing I should follow Cartman all the way back to his house, but on the way we passed my old home, my junker in the yard with a 'For Sale' sign in it and there were no lights on. Cocking my head slightly, I decided tomorrow, while Cartman was in school, I'd go see what my family was up to. It'd be nice, I wouldn't be able to talk to them or anything but-GOD DAMN IT! A nice little spur of realization hit me, I had to encourage Cartmans dumb ass ideas. It wasn't as if he wasn't going to hell, he was probably going to be the next Hitler or something and I had to make sure he didn't fuck up.

"Damn," I hissed, the low rattle snake voice I wasn't use to yet "Damn, damn, shit, shit, fuck." I guess it was good that my Mom could hear me, because she'd probably knuckle me across the mouth like she use to when she caught me swearing when I was younger. Rolling my head to the side, I noticed I'd lost Cartman again, big woop, at least I knew where he was this time. Fuck going with him, I was going to sleep in my own bed. As I truged up to the front door, I stared at it for a while, could I open it? Better not try it, could draw unwanted attention….to what, then again. But, on the other hand, I'd discovered recently that I could float, so I guess I could try that.

"Ok, go!" I jumped up, but nothing, I just landed on the hard cement of my front step. Perplexed I leapt again, yet still nothing, once more, again, again, one more time, I got it this time, once more, come on! Falling to my knees I reached out towards the dark sky and screamed "GO GO POWER RANGERS?"

Still nothing, but not a big surprise for me because I'd just yelled the first thing to pop into my mind.

"On, fuck this," I moaned gripping onto the gutter and climbing up like I use to when I was sneaking back into my room after a long night of taking care of….um…of….that one kid. Carl? Whatever the hell is name was.

The gutter was easier to climb, probably because I didn't have much resistance, dead and all. I didn't even have to open a window; it'd been left open, so I stuck my head inside, looked around and sighed with relief, than shook the rush off, realizing that if anyone had actually been in there, they wouldn't have noticed me, I guess habit over rules newly acquired sense every time.

My room was different, cold and abandoned feeling. It was exactly the way I'd left it, dirty clothes on the floor, small flecks of mirror ignored by the clean up committee, clothes I'd worn the week before, folded and sat on my bed. It was sick in there, the whole place smelt of my mental insecurities, the feeling of death clung to me, and even though everything inside me told me to leave, I couldn't, I was comfortable and at home in this place, even if I wasn't even technically there.

I slowly paced around the room, feeling a bit tugged around. Running my finger through the dust that settled on my desk, I realized that I could leave a trail. Snow must have been too dense for me to leave an imprint on. After writing my names a few times, I realized that I was thoroughly exhausted, but not tired, so I decided to just lay down. As I lay down in my bed, I let out a large moan. My entire body ached, and I felt as though I was hit by several large semis. There must have been either a painful energy near by, or this demon shit was harder than I thought. Tossing and turning for a good part of the next six hours, I couldn't sleep. Something was pulling at the back of my mind, something strange. Why couldn't I remember that one boy's name, the one I helped a lot, I could barely remember his face, or anything about him?
Shaking my head, I decided that maybe I should just go to Cartman's house, see if he was awake or anything, maybe I could talk to him, but most likely not, super probably not. I forced myself out of the bed and headed for the window, looking back only momentarily to see that everything was back to the way it was when I arrived, minus the fact that my name was still written on my desk, like anyone would notice. Gripping on tightly to the gutter, I slid down, no friction or anything.

Dawn was just peeking over the mountain blotted horizon, all I could do was weakly stare at it, blinking, feeling the bags forming under my eyes as I trudged my way to Cartman's house, shoulders slumped feet shuffling. No one was out yet, it was so damn quiet, the whole town felt as dead as I was. Being dead sucked, I was so lonely. I couldn't talk to anyone, I couldn't reach out, touch anyone, nothing, I was a nothing, a figment of an imagination that let me exist on my own terms, I think. How did I even know I existed, in all honesty, maybe I was still in my shell, sick, locked away in some asylum muttering to myself, if that was true, I was one lonely fucker.

"Can I at least imagine myself some god damn friends?" I yelled out to who ever was listening to me, balling my hands into fists, scrunching up my face and gritting my teeth, but there was no answer, no reply, nothing.

"Fuck," I muttered sitting down on the snow, hugging my shoulders with my new long arms "I'm lonely."