A/N: Hey, Cray Wolf here! I'm back with another chapter! Yay! This chapter will be switching POVs. I don't know if I mentioned it before, but this story will be doing that a lot. That's all! Now Read!

Disclaimer: I do not own South Park nor am I affiliated with it in any way.

Chapter Two: Don't Drink the Water

Weeping like a willow tree

Wailing like a waterfall

Whispering like the wind

Before dying in the end

Cray Wolf

"Down in the times when I felt like shit, I felt so lost and my mind couldn't find its way. I know that I'm okay."

Go Betty Go

Kyle's POV:

"Mom! I'm home!"

"Me too, Mrs. Broflovski!"

"Stan? Welcome!" My mom called, walking over to us from the kitchen. She had the same hairstyle as always, which gets annoying to always look at. "Hi, Bubula." She greeted me, making Stan smirk at her use of the Hebrew word.

"Uh, Mom?" She gazed me expectantly. "I need to ask you something really important. Can I talk to you somewhere more private?"

Stan's POV:

I watched as Kyle dragged his mom back to the kitchen and out of earshot. When they returned after a few minutes, I noticed Kyle's eyes looked a bit red and there were tears stained on his pale cheeks. But he smiled at me all the same.

"I can go." He said. I thanked his mom greatly before Kyle and I ran up the stairs together.

"Go take out the trash." Kyle said flatly and gestured his hands to the stairs outside his bedroom door.

"S'cuse me?" I raised an eyebrow. Kyle rolled his eyes and turned to me from his suitcase. His room was the same as from when we were ten. The dark blue walls, a now ripped and taped together 'Terrence and Phillip' poster, a 'Go Cows!' poster by his bed, the same old window, same blue and red lined curtains, same grey carpet, and the same wooden bed. The only differences were his new desk, his new lap top, and his green comforter he got for Christmas last year. He also had a picture of us together on his nightstand.

"Mom said it had to be done, so go!" He said as he stuffed some shirts into his dark green suitcase.

"Wait." I looked at my friend thoughtfully. "I just, uh, wanna say thanks. So much." Kyle looked up and grinned. His dimples were smaller than they used to be and he had several small freckles along his nose. He stood and tugged his left pant leg up, revealing his ankle.

"We're Super Best Friends, so don't worry about it." I looked at the thick red bracelet around his left ankle; on it were the letters 'SBF' printed on it in blue.

Kyle and I both got one when we were eleven. We decided not to wear them on our wrists because that would seem, as I called it, "Gay." So instead we put them around our ankles, where no one could see them.

"You still wear it?" I chuckled. He frowned.

"Yeah…Don't you?" He questioned, looking at my covered ankles. I pulled up my right pant leg, showing him my own bracelet identical to his.

"Of course I am!" I laughed. "I've never taken it off – except to shower and swim." I leaned down and unbuttoned the back of the bracelet. It was made of a soft, stiff material I didn't know the name of. I flipped it over to see the names written on the inside. 'Stan and Kyle.' I ran my finger along the names and smiled.

"Gaaay!" Teased Kyle. I laughed and flipped him off, then put the bracelet back on.

"Fine. I'll do yo' nasty trash." I stuck out my tongue and made a disgusted face. With that, I went to do as said.

'Sing a hyyymmn for the dead, cause the – '

I answered my phone; it was my dad. "Dad? Hi." I said as I carried two bags of trash out the front door and down the tan driveway.

"Stanley?! I need you home NOW!" He sounded frantic, and I started thinking the worst.

"Dad! What's wrong – is Mom alright?!"

"No time, son. No time! Just get your ass home, now!"

"Wh – okay, okay! I'll be right there! Just hang on!"

"Good! TTYL!" He yelled into the phone as I hung up. Facepalming, I threw the bags into the trash can and ran back into the Broflovski house.

Kyle's POV:

"Kyle!" It was Stan, he busted open my door.

"Shit, dude! You scared me!" I cried as I zipped up my suit case.

"We have to go!" He grabbed my hand and dragged me downstairs, my suitcase in tow.

"St-Stan! What are you doing?!" I shouted as he slammed my front door behind us.

"Somethings wrong, I got a call from my dad!" He huffed. We were running down the street to his house, which was thankfully next door. Stan fumbled for his house keys before unlocking the door to his house. We ran inside and I threw my luggage at the base of the stairs. "Dad?" Stan called out with his now ungloved hands cupped around his mouth.

"Stan? Down here!" Randy's voice came from the basement. The door was wide open and we dashed down the creaky wood steps. Randy was at his desk, looking through a microscope and scribbling things down on mounds of wrinkled paper. The lights were dim due the only light being an old lamp by the desk. Stan turned on the lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. Randy looked up at us.

"You brought Kyle? Good, good…" He said. Stan looked at me and shrugged as we sprinted over to the man.

"Dad, what are you doing with your old science materials?" Stan asked.

"I'm analyzing the disease." He tapped the microscope with a dull pencil.

"But Mr. Marsh, you're a Geologist. You're not qualified for that." I stated.

"Well, I figured out that sudden combustion thing, didn't I?" He said matter-of-factly. Stan pinched the bridge of his nose. "But that's not important – well it is – but not right now." We looked at him expectantly. "Have any of you drunken tap water recently?!"

"…No. Our water is filtered, and I mostly drink Mtn. Dew anyways." Stan answered.

"I'm serious Stanley. Any at all?"

"N-no?"

"What about you, Kyle? Any?!" He targeted me.

"I would never put tap water near my mouth, sir. Tap water makes me sick, so I only drink bottled water." I grimaced.

"Thank God!" Randy threw his arms in the air.

"Dad, why can't we drink tap water?" Stan asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"It's IN THE WATER, boys!"

"What is?" I asked him. He gave me an annoyed look and I shrunk down a little.

"The disease!" He scowled.

"WHAT?!" Stan and I said simultaneously.

"The bacteria that's infected my-my wife." He choked. "And thousands of others." He added. Stan's face turned white and I felt he color drain in mine as well.

"H-how do you know it's the same disease Mrs. Marsh has?" I asked slowly.

"I took Sharon's blood before they shipped her off to Washington." He scratched his head. "It's the same."

"We have to tell people not to drink the water! Is all of America contaminated?" Stan cried in a panic as he paced back and forth.

"Stan! Calm down!" His dad grabbed him and held him close. I was frozen.

'Did my family drink any tap water?'

"I need to call my family!" I exclaimed, pulling out my Iphone 5c. The screen read, Saturday, June 10th 7:28 pm. I stared a moment at the picture of me and my friends. Me, Stan, Kenny, and Cartman. Yes, I do call Fatass my friend. Sort of. Not really. But before I could even open my contacts, I heard a scream. I jerked around to Stan, only see him starring at his own phone, eyes wide.

"Dude, what's wrong?" I moved closer to him and looked at his phone. My eyes copied Stan's upon seeing the text.

A/N: Okay! Cliff hanger! This chapter was a lot longer than the last! Did you like it? I hope so! Okay okay,

CRAY WOLF OUT!