The pain had stricken all the teens down to the dry dirt, patches of snow softening the blow. Each body twitched as the genes changed violently. Eric Cartman was one of the first to stir, his large body quivering in the cold. He bolted upright, hand over chest, the world glaring at his eyes. The bright light forced him to squint, his mouth feeling weird and misshapen. His tongue flicked over the top of his teeth, pausing at the fangs he found protruding where his canines used to be. A quick glance down at his hand made the tubby brunette scamper back into Stan. A low growl resonating from behind him. Eric turned sharply, glaring at Stan, seeing as his friend had grown hair everywhere. Tufts poking out from under his brown jacket, wolf-like teeth implanted in his maw. His blue hat twitched, nose contorting as the smell of natural enemy filled Stan's now heightened senses. Bright yellow eyes flew open, hands flying down on Cartman's shoulders, throwing the brunette back to the ground.

"What the actual fuck Stan!" Eric cried out, shoving at the raven's chest, feeling new muscle under his touch. His squinted gaze trailed upwards to Stan's hungry glare, staring down at potential prey. Hot breaths landed on Eric's face, the larger boy attempting to wriggle away.

Stan's animalistic eyes blinked rapidly, his grip loosening as he sat back, crystal blue returning to it's rightful place. "I-I'm sorry…" he mumbled, jaw slack from shock.

"You fucking should be! You tried to fucking kill me!" Cartman snapped, sitting up with an intense glare. Stan winced at the words, drawing back further. "Y'know what? Screw you guys! I'm going home!" Cartman pouted, standing up briskly, turning on his heel and storming off, leaving a bewildered Stan to look around at everyone. Clyde, Butters, and Token were already gone, indents in the ground remained pressed into the snow, giving the slightest of insights to what had happened to the three of them. That left Ike, Kyle, Kenny, Tweek, Craig, and Stan in a messed up huddle, all five of the others breathing. Stan's eyes went to Craig, dead cold skin met his gaze, a few fingers already had fallen off. Pieces of flesh missing to expose bones and shriveled intestines. Stan didn't want to look too closely as his strange hunger spiked again, his eyes diverted to Tweek, soft gossamer wings resting folded against a creased pale green button up shirt.

'What the hell…?' Stan thought, shakily getting up to his feet. He stretched out his mouth, frowning at the four new sharp little points called teeth sticking out and resting on his soft lips. He grumbled to himself, fumbling to grab his phone out, flicking upwards to see himself using the camera. He nearly dropped his phone into the snow. Black fur matching his hair settled gently on the back of his neck, his chest, arms, and legs larger due to the new muscle. His shoes felt way too tight, mostly because his feet had grown with his skeleton.

Stan did indeed feel taller than normal, at least by a few inches. He pushed the power button on his phone, scrambling over to Kyle, shaking his best friend furiously, Stan needed to know that he hadn't lost that piece of himself too.

Heck, he didn't even get to tell him! That made him shake harder, hearing a low groan from Kenny due to the leaves crunchy under Kyle's lowly groaning body. The blond boy sat up, placing a brown glove on Stan's trembling hands, telling him without words to let Kyle rest. Kenny's hood had been thrown back during the change, his thin face framed by messy mustard hair.

"Relax…" he said softly, calmly. The words having instant effect on the raven.

"Kenny…what's wrong with everyone?" Stan asked, his voice hitching, tears beginning to pool around his blue eyes.

"I don't know, but worrying about it won't help. Pull it together." Kenny ran a hand through his messy hair, hoping to calm down the new werewolf. He wasn't dead yet, so that was a plus. Although Kenny's back did hurt, but he didn't care to much as to why.

Stan sniffled, "That's really wise…"

"Don't get used to it! I'm still as dumb as a pile of rocks!" Kenny flashed a dopey grin, smile gleaming in contrast to the snow.

Stan chocked out a laugh, looking down at Kyle worriedly, the redhead still hadn't woken up. "K-kenny…you don't…think…" Stan trailed off, looking up to Kenny's artic eyes for help.

"No. Kyle wouldn't allow it. He wouldn't opt out of a chance to outlast Cartman." Kenny added the last part to get Stan to smile again. It didn't quite work, Stan sniffling again as a single lone tear fell down his face. Kenny reached out placing a gloved hand in the path of the tear, wiping it away. "Stop it," something twitched, his back felt cold. There was probably another tear in his old parka somewhere. Oh joy. "It's most unbecoming for you to cry. Your eyes get way too puffy." Kenny scolded playfully, sending a small reassuring smile Stan's way.

"Thanks, Ken. I appreciate it…" Stan trailed off, seeing Craig rolling around in his sleep, grasping for something. Eventually the thrashing stopped when Craig found a solid object, Tweek, in his grasp. Stan snorted in slight amusement, flicking his gaze back to Kenny. "So…what should we dooooo…" Stan was cut off, a red gloved hand raised in shock, pointing behind Kenny.

Kenny frowned at Stan, turning around to have his face smothered in feathers. Kenny blew at them, a feeling like ice water being poured over his body. He felt his own breath blowing on the feathers. "Uhh…" He trailed off, copying Stan who clapped his hands on his knees, standing up suddenly.

"Well then! That's enough awkwardness! Can we just get Kyle and his brother out of here?" Stan asked massaging the bridge of his nose. Kenny just nodded, attempting to pull his new wings back into himself.

"Wait, we can't!" Kenny suddenly blurted, his arms holding a passed out five year old. Stan already had Kyle hoisted over his shoulder, a dark eyebrow shooting upwards.

"What? Why not?"

"Because then we would have to get past not only the towns folks but Kyle's crazy ass mother! We can't go back there looking like a fucking werewolf and angel have kidnapped him!" Kenny pointed out sharply, tightening his grip on Ike.

"Well then what should we fucking do?" Stan demanded, beginning to panic.

"Slap him till he wakes up?" Kenny suggested, kneeling down to lay Ike down softly on the hard ground.

"I don't think a slap would be the best way to wake him up…" Stan replied in a hushed tone, slipping his super best friend off his shoulder, laying Kyle against a nearby tree.

"I could tickle him." Kenny tried again, twisting his arm around to close around a feather. With a sharp hiss and a jolt of a wince, Kenny proudly held up a long fluffy feather.

Stan nodded briskly, shuffling off to the side, allowing Kenny to advance on the sleeping boy. He raised the feather, carefully brushing it quickly across Kyle's face and under his chin. The redhead appeared to shiver, chest rising and falling harshly. "St-stop it…" Kyle murmured from his sleep, face contorting into a soft smile. Kenny continued his magic, humming a cheery tune as he advanced, practically straddling his friend to tickle him.

"I think it's working! Keep it up Kenny!" Stan enthused, watching with eager eyes as slivers of emerald green greeted blue. A sick laugh wormed it's way out of Kyle, his body spasming as a cough wretched out of Kyle. Shaking, the redhead slumped over, gasping for air.

Kenny leaned back onto the tips of his toes, releasing the feather to get blown away by the winds. He hopped away from his friend, looking worriedly at Stan, who seemed no more confused than Kenny. "Ky-Kyle?" Stan tried, getting down to the same level as Kenny.

"Water…" Kyle sounded like his throat had been scraped out, Kenny and Stan exchanged glances. Both of them stood up, Stan hoisting Kyle back into the air. Only this time it was bridal style. Kenny tried not to roll his eyes, imagining a certain playboy magazine he would be revisiting after this whole thing blew over. Never the less, the boys rushed their friend over to the edge of the pond. Sun set colors tainting the water a gleaming scarlet. Stan placed Kyle don gently at the waters surface, cupping his hands together to scoop out some water. Kyle swatted Stan's hands down, pulling himself into the cold pond. Kenny dropped down on the beach, chin in hand.

Kyle dunked his head into the water, sighing in relief as the burning stopped. He didn't even care if his clothes got wet. He craved the water, pulling the rest of his body into the pond's cold embrace. A small pod of bubbles escaped his lips, ears spreading, fanning out. Kyle removed his favorite green hat, letting his body sink, never letting go of his hat. After he had regained his breath, the redhead shot upwards, pushing wet strands of curly ember hair out of his eyes when he finally broke the surface. "Thank you!" He exclaimed, darting over to the sand bank, not paying too much attention to his heightened swimming. "I couldn't breath back there. Sorry." He apologized rubbing the nape of his neck.

Stan waved this off with a relaxed smile, all his teeth glinting in the last rays of day. "It's cool. Just don't ever do that again! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" Kenny rolled his eyes, sitting back with a long awaited release of a breath.

Kyle barked a laugh, settling down at the shores edge, placing his arms over each other as he lay on his stomach, head nestled on top of his arms. "Okay, okay, I promise." His laughing grin died down to a simple smile, one hand pulling out from the water to point at the two of them. "So would someone mind explaining what's going on?"

Stan tensed up, looking up and away, stuttering over words. Kenny sighed, beginning his explanation. "Clyde did some weirdo spell or something, and as far as I know, everyone turned into some sort of monster. I get the lovely pleasure of being an angel," his voice practically purred at this "and little Stanny over there became one of those sexy werewolves~" Stan's face flushed red.

"Shut it Kenny! This isn't Twilight or some shit!" Stan barked in defense, although his face was burning.

Kenny chuckled, thinking of a come back quickly. "It could be, we have our Bella."

It was Kyle's turn to blush red. "God damn it Kenny!" His spark, his fire, returning to those bright green eyes.

Kenny shrugged this off, laughing to himself. He stuck out his tongue playfully. "Dawww…Are you two embarrassed? Because of little ol' me?" Kenny gave a two fingered salute to the pair, turning and attempting to fly away. His wings moved sporadically, the blond wavered in the air, making it just over the tree line before plummeting back down to earth.

"KENNY!" A pair of voices exclaimed, one already up and growling. The other pulled hair over his ears, not ready for anyone to see them yet. The other hauled their body onto the sand, hissing as the webs between his fingers and toes receding so he could stand and chase after his raven haired friend. A low chuckle came from far away, further than anyone could hear the voice from.

"Run around like chickens with their heads cut off for now my boys…You deserve a break before things pick up pace again…"