AN: I don't own South Park or any of the characters. They belong to Trey Parker and Matt Stone.

When Kyle woke up it felt like his head was split in two. It took a while before he was fully aware of the things around him. He sat up slowly and immediately felt his world spin he almost toppled over but two hands held him upright.

"Take it easy there Kyle." Somebody whispered.

"Dad?" Kyle questioned. His vision refused to adapt but he recognized the voice well enough.

"Yeah, are you alright?" His father asked while he shifted closer to his son. His head rested on his father's shoulder and he felt his dad's fingers in his red curls.

"I'm fine. Where are we? What happened?"

"We're in a van. They're taking us to a camp in Denver. They say it's just for registration." Kyle didn't believe that and he could tell his father didn't either but he didn't comment on it. "You lost a lot of blood when you hit your head on the pavement. You were out for a few hours. It could have been much worse if you're friend Stanley hadn't helped us out."

"Stan tried to help us?" Kyle asked in amazement.

"Yes, he must've come as soon as he saw it on the TV. The officers who took us are regular officers. They don't really hate Jews. But everyone who was caught rebelling against Hitler is killed on the spot as well as their direct family. Stan tried to stop them but they wouldn't listen than a fight broke out."

"Is he alright? He didn't get hurt did he dad?" Kyle said as his fingers clutched desperately at his father's jacket.

"I- he-" His father seemed at a loss of words. "They far outnumbered him Kyle. There's a good chance that he didn't survive. It was really bad. When we left he was just lying there. He wasn't moving."

Kyle's eyes started to sting and fill with water. Stan could be dead? That couldn't be true. He was fine just a couple of hours ago. He was smiling and laughing. He was telling him about the new game he was saving for. Kyle told him that he'd chip in but Stan said he didn't need it. He almost had enough money and he'd promised to wash his uncle Jimbo 's car in the weekend. He couldn't be dead. He just couldn't.

"But he didn't do anything wrong." Kyle sobbed. He clutched harder on the fabric of his father's coat. His father wrapped his arms around him and kept stroking his hair.

"You didn't do anything wrong either Kyle. It's not your fault. None of this is. Remember that. We didn't do anything wrong."

Kyle continued to sob softly into his father chest. He wasn't sobbing very loudly because he had noticed a while ago that his mother and brother were sleeping but still he felt like he had never cried harder in his life.

He cried so hard and so long that he felt himself slip back into a sleep filled with nightmares. He only wanted Stan to be there and tell him everything would be alright.

It had been 2 weeks since Kyle and his family arrived at the so called registration center in Denver. It sounded fancy but it really wasn't anything more than a big sports field with a chain-link fence around it.

Daily they got a small amount of food and water. There were a few blankets that were distributed amongst everyone. When Gerald had managed to get one he gave it to his sons. They kept it for three days but after they saw a family with 3 kids all younger than them they gave it away. Kyle's dad didn't say anything about it but in his eyes Kyle could see a small flicker of pride. It surprised him that he saw it hidden behind all that guilt.

All the basic necessities were there in theory. There was a small amount of food for everybody, a few blankets, toilets and a small medical post that really only had band aids and bandages. He knew that because he'd gone there for his head wound.

Everybody was hungry, sick and tired all the time but worse than that was the cold Denver weather. Kyle and his family had been lucky in a way. Since they all had pretty warm clothes and coats on when they were taken. Many were less lucky and were forced to endure the cold nights in only light sleepwear.

His dad said that it wasn't as bad as it could have been. Their ancestors had had much it worse. Kyle wondered if he really felt lucky or only said that to convince himself.

Though he thought the conditions of this camp were bad he had to say that the worst by far had to be the guards. Unlike the guards that had picked him and his family up the guards at the camp were real followers from Hitler, not just normal men doing his bidding in fear for their lives. They watched them like hawks. Hate shone constantly from their eyes. Hitler had apparently promised the people of America that nobody would be killed or harmed in an attempt to minimize resistance from both Jews as non-Jews. Kyle knew this was a big fat lie. On a regular basis he would see them take somebody with them, even going as far as taking them outside the fence. They'd take the person to one of cots outside the fence where the guards could change or leave their stuff. Sometimes the person had just done something in defiance but often it was just somebody who'd made eye-contact with them or even people who were just minding their own business. Nobody knew exactly what happened to them, nobody dared to ask, the only thing Kyle knew is he'd never seen any of them come out of there again.

Ike had noticed this after 5 days and questioned his dad about it. The older man kept insisting that those people's paperwork had been filled out, they'd been registered and were allowed to go home. Kyle didn't believe his father and he suspected his younger brother didn't either.

Kyle's family didn't talk much anymore. Most of the day they just sat quietly huddled together. Silent, only saying something on occasions. There wasn't anything to do. Which surprised many. They weren't forced to work and weren't being massively killed. They would eventually die from lack of better food and healthcare but was that really what they were doing? Were they really just waiting to die?

While every day the camp received more and more people and more camps were built on a daily basis, still nothing really happened. He had heard from some men that Hitler was waiting until he collected as many Jews as he could, before he really started with his final goal. Nobody really wanted to think about it.

After another week Kyle had almost gone crazy a couple of times. All around him he saw children, elderly, men, women slowly but surely wither away from existence. Heart wrenching cries and screams kept him awake at night. Broken sobs and faces kept him unnerved by day.

He had taken to going to the medical post on a daily basis. It was only a table with a couple of boxes but the lady in charge of it was the only person Kyle had found that still had some glint of life inside of her. The only person they hadn't managed to break. She was a strong woman in her mid-thirties. She was a doctor and one of the first to be brought here.

He walked past people sitting and lying on the ground. He tried not to look at them too much. He felt like a coward in doing so but he feared that if he didn't he would break down and go insane.

"Good morning Kyle. Did you have a bad nights rest again?" She asked.

He nodded sheepishly and rubbed the back of his hair with his hand. "Yeah kind off."

"You should try meditating before you go to sleep. It will help you fall asleep easier. Stretching while you're laying down or loosening your muscles could also help, try to keep as warm as you possibly can and avoid too much physical activity before you go to sleep. It won't help much but it should make it a little bit easier."

"Thanks, I'll try. Have the new supplies gotten here yet?" Kyle asked.

"Yes, it's only some more bandages and Band-Aids not as much as I'd hoped but we got three bottles of disinfectant. It isn't much and I don't know when we'll get any more so we should only use it when absolutely necessary. "

He was about to say something but both of them got distracted when a small girl seemed to appear from nowhere and pulled on the sleeve of his jacket.

"It hurts." She cried while she pointed to her scratched up knee. Kyle smiled at her and picked her up. "Good thing you're being so brave about it. What's your name?"

"Milly."

"That's a pretty name. How did you hurt your knee?"

He put her down on the table while the doctor opened a box. "I fell when I was looking for my mommy."

Kyle comforted her while the doctor cleaned her small scrape with water and put a Band-Aid on it. She was only six years old and was wearing a nightgown and didn't wear any shoes. She had long black hair and curious blue eyes that gaped openly at him. He hadn't noticed her state of undress before. When he did he took off his coat, shoes and socks. He slipped he way to large coat over her shoulders and the ridiculously large socks on her feet. He pulled his shoes back on without socks.

It felt weird to his feet but he couldn't let her walk around without anything on her feet.

"Do you know where your mommy is?" The doctor asked.

The girl only sadly shook her head no.

"I'll go find her with you, is that alright?" Kyle asked. "But first say thank you to the nice doctor."

The girl nodded and he picked her up again. She waved and said a soft thank you then Kyle with her on his arm to find her mother.

It took almost half an hour to finally find the woman. She was quite young and worried to tears.

"Thank you, thank you so much." She said. Kyle was wrapped in skinny arms that almost squeezed the life out of him. "Thank you for bringing her back to me."

They let go of each other and she looked slightly puzzled. "But where did she get those clothes?"

Kyle shrugged. "I don't know. She was already wearing them. I'm Kyle, I'm helping out at the Medical post. If you ever need something again you can find me there. We don't have many supplies but the doctor is really nice and she gives really good medical advice."

The woman nodded. "I'll go and thank her later. Again, thank you so much for your help."

"It wasn't a problem. But I should head back. Feel free to stop by at any time."

Kyle left back for the medical post. When the doctor saw him saw him she gave him a smile and he gave her a thumbs up.

He was startled when he felt a hand on his arm. A large guard stood next to him dressed in the standard guarding uniform decorated with several large swastika's. He was almost twice Kyle's size. Unlike the redhead he was broad with a good amount of body fat and short trimmed dark hair. He was about halfway in his forties and for some reason reminded Kyle of lumberjack. "Come with me." He said in a gruff voice.

Kyle's eyes widened, his face paled. Like a pleading scream his eyes flew to the doctor but she only looked as horrified as he did.

"Do you want me to repeat myself of should I force you?" The man said again, apparently not very patient.

Kyle only sheepishly nodded and followed the man. He feared most above anything else that they would take him outside the chain-wire fences. Because in a deep part of his mind he knew what happened to those people and what would be his faith if that man would take him there.

To his relieve the man didn't seem to be leading him there. Instead leading him toward the small white tent where the guards sat under when it rained. It was in one of the four corners of the triangle shaped camp.

"You're going to help me with something. It's right behind the tent."

Kyle didn't dare to say anything. He nearly followed. When they reached the back of the tent Kyle noticed that there was only 5 feet between the chain-link fence and the back of the tents.

"I don't see-" Kyle was interrupted as he was roughly pushed up against the ringed fence and a fat, sweaty hand covered his mouth.

"Listen here you dirty Jew. You're going to help me with a little problem of mine and you're going to be very quiet while I do it. Or else much worse things will happen to you. I'm going to move my hand and if I hear as much as a whisper from your lips there's going to be hell to pay. Got it?"

Kyle didn't know what he could do but nod. So he did and the hand left his mouth. A small of triumph played on the older man's lips and Kyle couldn't help but think a smile didn't fit his face at all.

He pressed his fat body against the younger boy's smaller one. "That's a good little Jew. You're going to be a good little boy and be very quiet now." The man's chubby lips latched on to Kyle's throat and pressed a kiss there before he started to suck and lick on his skin.

Kyle froze in fear. Behind the tent nobody would see them, he couldn't make a noise without paying for it with his life, nobody would hear them. "You're quite pretty for a Jew. Real nice and skinny aren't you? If I didn't know any better I wouldn't even begin to suspect that the blood in your veins would be so disgusting."

A sweaty hand slipped under his shirt and glided over his belly towards his chest.

"Yeah you almost don't notice how revolting you truly are. But you are. You are repulsive. Like all the rest of ya."

The lecherous hand kept touching him, grabbing at him and making Kyle feel dirtier any minute. He let out a whimper but the man either didn't notice or just didn't comment on it. Kyle couldn't just stand there frozen in fear any longer. For a moment he saw a flash of his best friend before his eyes, smiling at him. The person who had so bravely tried to save him. His best friend that would give his own life in a moment's notice to save Kyle's.

He had to prove to himself that he was worthy of such a sacrifice. That Stan's friendship and support was not wasted on a pathetic coward but had helped him become strong.

The man chuckled. "You're an abomination, foul and hideous. You're sick. You're just goddamned-"

Kyle kicked him as hard as he could. The man obviously didn't suspect it and loosened his grip on Kyle. The younger boy used his chance to shove him even more backwards and run for it.

Stan was not a poor judge of character. He hadn't wasted his life on being friends with a pathetic coward.

Kyle heard the man curse in the distance but did his best to quickly disappear in the crowd of fellow prisoners.

It had been four days since then. He had done his best to avoid all of the guards. He didn't want to run into his little 'buddy' again and pay the consequences for his actions. He hadn't returned to the medical post either since it would be the first place the man would look.

Now there was nothing more to do than sit still and wait. Wait for something to happen or for the guard to finally find him and get his revenge on the Jew.

He was sitting next to Ike and his younger brother was getting weaker and sicker scarily fast. Kyle wondered what would happen if this continued on much longer. Would everybody here really be slowly starved to death?

His father and mother sat across from them. Their eyes were also on Ike. He could see in their eyes that they were wondering the same thing.

"Kyle! Kyle, are you there?" Kyle's head snapped up. He heard someone call his name from far off. For a moment he had the irrational fear it was the guard but he wouldn't know his name. Even if he did he wouldn't call him by it and on top of that the voice sounded nothing like it.

"Kyle!" Gaze fixed on the woven-fence about 11 yards away from him. His eyes widened. He clumsily got to his feet and dashed for it. He nearly tripped several times but he couldn't have cared less. He flung himself against it and his fingers wrapped around the steel wires.

In front of him were familiar blue eyes that he thought he'd never see again. "S-Stan." He could only choke out. The other boy also flung himself against the fence. Their fingers touched desperately as if to feel it the other was real. They were so close, they were literally touching but it wasn't enough. Only their fingers could really go through the fence and it didn't make him feel as close to Stan as he'd like to feel.

Stan seemed to share his need for closeness because through the chain-link fence their fingers intertwined with each other and they didn't even break eye-contact to blink.

"I thought you were dead. My dad said that-"

Stan only chuckled and smiled sheepishly. "Haha, it must have looked that way. It wasn't really all that bad. You didn't think I was a pussy that would just give up and let them take you, right?"

Kyle smiled too but he felt the warmth of tears slipping down his cheeks. He wondered if he'd just started crying or only just noticed. "My bad. I forgot about that."

"That's alright." Stan continued. "Do you trust me?"

Kyle nodded his head more fervently than necessary but Stan's only response was giving Kyle's fingers a firm squeeze.

"That's good because I've come to get you out of here. Everything will be alright

AN: Alright the second chapter. I added a lot of stuff that I hadn't been planning on adding but I did it anyway. I guess I wanted to throw you guys of a bit. I didn't want to reintroduce Stan too soon and make it too predictable. (Though it's pretty cliché in my opinion)

After I finished this I really doubted if I should upload it or not. I really liked the first chapter and felt really satisfied about it. I wrote it all in one great rush of inspiration and only went back to change little things. This chapter however started quite fluently but got harder to write towards the ending. I had to rewrite again and again and it just didn't seem to flow like I wanted it too.

So I'm not really happy with this chapter(especially Stan's return that was kind of anticlimax) but I just wanted to get it done so I could get started on the next chapter. I couldn't just skip this chapter. That would have been weird.

Anyway this is my first South Park fanfic and this chapter is literally thanks to the great reviews I got. I hadn't started writing this chapter yet and wasn't really motivated but then I read some reviews and got really pumped I wrote a good 75% of the story. It was pretty late so I quit. Than today I really didn't feel like continuing but I read the new reviews I got and decided to finish this chapter and update it.

So thanks to all of you great South Park community. You're really very supportive and kind.