The Auto Biography of Kenneth McCormick

Chapter 4: Keep Watch of Dylan

So yeah, I found a way to die on the sixth day of the sixth mouth and I now realised why I needed to be in hell. It was Damien's birthday. Now that I think about it, it made plenty of sense.

He decided he just wanted to talk with me that day, talked about some demons he disliked.

Then I asked about his family.

"Well, there's my father, Satan. My mother, who I've never talked to before. And…" Damien's eyes grew blank.

"Something wrong Damien?" I muttered, interest lacing my voice.

"Um, no… but that's it. There's no one else."

Damien sounded like it was something he was told not to talk about, whatever 'it' was. Might have something to do with Satan.

But that was pretty much it, I was getting really tired and in the human world it was past midnight, so I felt it would be best to leave now.

"Kenny could you do me a favour?"

"Sure."

"Okay, there's this kid above, his names Dylan Jones. Make sure he doesn't die for eleven years."

"Eleven? What reason do I have for keeping someone alive till 2012?"

"Trust me, this is important."

If I recall I pinched the bridge of my nose at that point, I think I did it because I saw Stan do it once and picked up the habit.

"Okay, what does Dylan look like?"

"If you see a three child that's clothes screams rainbow, who also has a long black fringe of hair, that's the dude."

"Fine if I see this kid I'll keep an eye on him." So, let me explain how things work for me when I go from hell or heaven back to earth…I fall asleep. I'm only bringing this up because I was really tired and Damien was forcing me to stay up to long.

"Good…" Damien muttered as I fell into a peaceful slumber.

I was awoken from my peaceful sleep by my mother, who was telling me it was time for preschool.

I got dressed and got out of the house, stopping in front of the bus stop.

Sure, I was very young and most likely shouldn't be standing at a bus stop alone, but… who cares?

I had gotten on the bus, sat with Stan and Kyle and kind of fell asleep on the way to school.

I believe I was mostly out of it till break started. That was where I saw a child in a pick shirt, covered by white overalls, with a black hair and a fringe.

He was sitting next to a girl with bright blond hair wearing a blue dress. The two seemed to be friends, or maybe best friends.

Yeah…I never understood why Damien asked me to watch over the kid. I found out in 2012, boy was that a messed up year.

I walked over to the child I believed to Dylan, I introduced myself.

"Hey! I'm Dylan and this is Maria." Dylan smiled brightly at me, introducing himself and his friends, proving my thought about them being best friends.

"Nice to meet you." Maria smiled and waved at me.

The three of us somehow managed to end up starting and finishing a jigsaw together.

Through the weeks Dylan and Maria started to become a part of my group with Kyle and Stan.

So we were kind of a group of five now. And for some weird reason we let Cartman hang out with us, bringing the total to six. I say some reason because they was no logical reason for letting Cartman stay anywhere near us. Just ask Kyle, he'd tell you how we should have dropped him from group.

Dylan was always the happiest person in the group, followed closely by Maria.

Looking back you'd never have thought that Dylan was going to turn out to be a goth.

Well, time changes people.