Chapter 3

The goth kids made it into the talent show, and the first performance was tonight. After setting our equipment backstage, Stan noticed Kyle was there in his nice black tux. Kenny was there too. If Stan remembered correctly, Kenny was doing a comedy Skit, but he had no clue what Kyle was doing because the goth kids had kept him away from Kyle. Stan hadn't minded this because he didn't want to see Kyle. Kyle spotted Stan with the goth kids. He blushed, hesitated, and ran after them as the group went to the black box theater to wait for their turn.

"Stan!" Stan ignored him. "Stan!" Kyle grabbed Stan's shoulder. Stan turned to him.

"Oh, hey. I didn't know you were here." Stan tried not to look him in the eye, or make any expression.

"Why didn't you answer me when I called your name?" he asked.

"Because I'm not Stan anymore. I'm Raven. I don't answer to you or that name. See ya around." Kyle's eyes became upset as Raven walked off. Kyle ran to the bathroom, as Stan was greeted by his Dark companions.

"Nice job, Raven. You stood up to the thing that made you goth." Henrietta said.

"Thanks. I don't even feel sorry."

"I'm guessing the book helped?"

"Yeah, I memorized it too so I don't have to carry around the book. I can give it back at school tomorrow."

"Alright. Thanks." Henrietta replied. They sat near the TV that was broadcasting the performances live. They were up soon. They went backstage and set up everything quietly. When the curtain rose, Ferckle started with the beat then Pete entered with the guitar. Then Stan joined in and and as Micheal began singing, Henri started on the Keyboard. The dark melody flowed through the auditorium, and surprisingly, when we finished, we got a standing ovation. The curtain fell and we moved our instruments off the stage. A senior helped Ferckle get the drums off the stage. He thanked him politely. When they returned to the Black box, Stan was confronted by Kenny. He looked infuriated.

"Hey Raven, I need to talk to you." There was only pure rage in Kenny's voice. Kenny dragged Stan to an area over by the pop machines. He pushed Stan against the wall, but not hard enough to cause any harm.

"What the fuck did you do to Kyle?" He said getting getting close to Stan's face.

"I have no reason to concern myself with Kyle anymore." Stan replied emotionless. Stan wanted it to be that way when walking to old friends.

"Don't you understand that Kyle still loves you?" It hit Stan like a ten needles on his skin.

"I don't care. Now he understands how I felt when I saw my two best friends cheating on their relationships. Glad to see you two are talking again."

"Yeah he forgave me. We're getting closer and closer everyday." He said smirking. He was trying to piss Stan off, and it was kind of working. Stan took a deep breath.

"Bullshit." he said with his eyes shut.

"What?" Kenny asked. Stan opened his eyes.

"You wouldn't take your friendship with Kyle to that level. Not when you have Butters. Or would you like him to know what happened that Monday night?" Kenny stood there knowing his trick had been caught.

"Since you have nothing to say to that, I'm just going to go. See ya around, Agaku." Stan was going to leave, but Kenny pushed him against the wall again.

"What does that mean?" He said in his Mysterion voice.

"Agaku? It's a secret cult thing." Kenny was speechless, and gave Stan the I'm-gonna-freaking-kill-you look. Stan went back to the black box, and on TV, someone was singing "I Never Told You" by Colbie Calliet. Stan recognized the voice to be Kyle's. His singing had improved in eight years, and he liked singing a lot. Kyle broke to the chorus, and chills ran Stan's back. No. No. No! Stan ran back out of the black box, and went outside. He sat against the wall, and held his head while reciting the poems, and he slowly began to calm down. Micheal ran outside, and spotted Stan by the wall. He went back inside for a few minutes and returned with the others.

"Are you okay, Raven?"

"I am now." Stan said looking up.

"This is why we kept you away from Kyle during rehearsals." Henrietta said sympathetically.

"I'm glad you did. I kinda lost it back there."

"What did Kenny want?" Pete asked.

"What else? Kyle of course. He went on and on how Kyle forgave him, and he tried making me jealous, but it didn't work. I pissed him off, by calling him Agaku." Stan said smirking when he got to the part about being jealous.

"Holy shit." Ferckle said softly.

"Yeah, what he said." Pete agreed.

"Always proving yourself aren't we?" Micheal joked.

"What do you mean?" Stan asked.

"Your really hard core, for only being with us for...three weeks? Ferckle is still more goth though, we all admit that." Micheal said patting Ferckle on the head. Ferckle swatted his hand away. Stan nodded.

"Yeah. No one compares to Ferckle." he added. His face got red in embarrassment.

"Let's go back inside." Stan said standing up.

The others followed Stan back inside the building, and he saw Kyle come out from backstage. Kyle seemed at peace. He looked at the Jew, and saw a hint of a smile in Kyle's eyes. He went back in the Black Box, and they went in the other door, on the other side. Once they were inside, Stan noticed that Kenny, Clyde, Token, and Bradley were playing ninja. It was a great pass time, and you don't need to much room... Stan yawned, and sat down in the bright red seats with Micheal, Pete, and Henri. Ferckle was leaning against the wall. Stan could feel Kyle's stare on him the entire time.

After Eight years, Mint Berry Crunch had finally escaped the torture chamber. He flew as fast as he could through the catacombs, knocking over guards that opposed him. When he found a good hiding place, he began to write a letter.

To whom is reading this letter,

I'm trapped in the nightmare City of Ralya, and cannot escape. Here are your instructions"

Find the town of South Park Colorado, U.S.A. North Amnerican Contenant, Planet Earth, Milky Way Galaxy.

Locate the Coon and friends.

Give them this letter.

The Portal to the nightmare city, is located behind the Winchester house in San Francisco California.

HELP ME DAMMIT!

-Mint Berry Crunch

He folded the letter, and held it in his hand. He couldn't believe it was all a trick. With a sigh, he flew towards the portal. He knew his efforts would be futile. The guards would locate as soon as he got too far. They were gaining on him as he neared the portal. Mint Berry Crunch thew the letter like a ninja-star through the mortal as the gaurds grabbed him with their crab-like claws. He landed on the grounded with a thud, and began to lose consciousness. They were taking him back to the torture chamber. What seemed like seconds, they were cutting and whipping him once again. He could only beg in his mind for the help of the Coon and friends.

After the final performance, The goth kids went to the cemetery to throw a party. No decorations, just a twelve pack of cherry coke, and two boxes of Zebra cakes. They had won the Talen show and they now had $200 and a $100 mall gift card. They gave Stan the gift card so he could buy more dark clothes. Stan had ignored the dirty looks from Kyle and Kenny. It had been fun to watch the others play ninja. Stan had been really good at ninja, but Goths didn't play ninja. Stan could live without it. Henrietta raised her can, and the others raised theirs too. They were waiting for Stan. He raised his can, and made a toast with the others.

"I can't believe we won!" Ferckle said taking a drink of his soda.

"Yeah, I guess having Raven helped a lot. We sounded like a full band." Micheal commented.

"Also, Ferckle, my old trench coat doesn't fit anymore, and I'm getting a new one tomorrow. I was wondering if you wanted this one?" Micheal asked.

"Yeah!" Ferckle yelled.

"I think my eardrums just exoploded..." Pete's held his head mockingly, flipping his fringe out of his face.

"Shut up Pete, I've wanted that Ternch coat for years, and you're jealous the you don't get it!" The little one sneered.

"If I wanted one, I could just buy one." Pete rolled his eyes.

"I think someone has had a little too much soda..." Henrietta said frowning.

"No I haven't!" Ferckle whined.

"Ferckle, No more soda tonight." Henri ordered. You'd think with all of the coffee they drink, this would be nothing for the small goth. Henrietta has been kind of the mother for Ferckle and the rest of the group too. Stan leaned against a gravestone and looked at his watch. He probably should go home soon, but he was having too much fun with his friends. Yeah, these were his friends. They appreciated his suffering, and they always had so much fun, in a non-conformist way that is.

"Hey! Why don't we go to the Blood Trail?" Micheal interrupted Stan's thoughts.

"What's that? Stan asked.

"It's a goth club we go to every so often. It opened at the beginning of the year." Henri explained.

"Cool, Let's go." They walked to where Tom's Rhinoplasty used to be. The company had grown large that they needed a new building. They stood in line, and once Stan got in there was a huge club full of goths. The club had a bar to right of the club where older goths were drinking bloody Mary's. To the left, there were red felt booths, accompanied my black tables. The floor was black, and the floor formed a pit where most of the goths were. Stan had never seen so many goths in my life. The bass of the songs was loud and everyone was raving. They all had heavy boots on, and most of them had piercings. Stan followed the others to a booth and they all sat down, except for Henrietta, who held her hand out to Pete

"Come on, let's dance!" Pete took her hand and they ran off to the pit. Micheal, Ferckle and Stan sat in silence the entire time just listening to the music.

They left the club around One in the morning, and Micheal let Stan crash at his place because Stan's parent's would probably kill him if he came home smelling like alcohol.