Thanks for the reviews guys :D
Just letting you know that this chapter starts of in Cartman's POV since Kenny's a bit…dead right now xD

I knew after a few minutes that he wouldn't be coming back up. It was probably a good time to flee the scene. I turned quickly and started rushing forward only to bump right into Butters instead. He dropped the food he'd been carrying and he frowned.
"Gosh Eric, well that wasn't very nice" he complained looking at the food, "Now I'll have to tell Kenny there's no food"
He looked to his side and noticed the empty seat.
"Hey where'd sh- ugh he go" he choked mid-sentence, but I was too preoccupied with escape to care.

"He must have left. Well I'd better be going" the words stumbled over eachother as they rushed out of my mouth. I went to take a step but Butters stepped in my way for the second time today.

"Where's Kenny?" he insisted.

"How the hell should I know?" I mumbled and then before I could stop myself. My eyes drifted back to the orange shape at the bottom of the pool. Butters followed my glance and his eyes widened in panic.

"Oh my gosh, Kenny!" he cried pushing past me and jumping into the pool. It took him a few moments but eventually he was swimming back to the edge carrying Kenny's lifeless form with him.
"Grab a towel!" he ordered and I opened my mouth to object but his serious glare startled me into submission. I snatched the first towel I could find and handed it to butter's as he pulled himself over the edge, dragging Kenny with him. I expected him to wrap the towel around himself but he surprised me by wrapping it around Kenny like a blanket. I tried not to sigh, a lot of good that towel's gonna do, I could already tell that Kenny was dead.

"Help! Someone please!" Butters screamed and suddenly we got everyone's attention. A huge crowd formed around us all of them just staring at the scene in front of them. Butter's knelt beside Kenny's body, which was wrapped tightly in a towel, Kenny's eyes were closed and his lips were blue. A group of teacher's pushed their way through the crowd. A few of the teacher's gasped and the school nurse immediately went into action. She knelt next to Butters and pressed her fingers against Kenny's neck. When she felt what I assumed was nothing, she began doing CPR. After realising her attempts were futile, she released Kenny's body and looked solemn. There were a few hushed whisperes through the crowd and I heard Stan and Kyle shout "No!" in unison from somewhere in the crowd. Butters began to cry clinging to Kenny's body.

"This is all your fault Eric! You pushed Kenny in, didn't you?" Butters accused and I felt all eyes turn to me. Before I could respond Stan and Kyle pushed their way through the crowd to confront me.

"He killed Kenny!" Stan shouted pointing at me in outrage.

"You bastard!" Kyle followed suit.
"Ay!" I shouted back but Mr Mackay stepped in.
"Is this true Eric?" he frowned, his arms crossed.

"It's not my fault Kenny couldn't swim" I mumbled pathetically.

"Now Eric killing your classmates is bad, mkay?" Mr Mackay insisted.
"I'm afraid this was your last straw Eric," the principle stepped in, "Now that you're older you're going worse than Juvy. I'm afraid you're going to be under arrest for man slaughter"

"What?!" I shouted outraged.

God dammit Kenny! That son of a bitch died on purpose! This is Cartmanland all over again! No, I will not let that son of a bitch screw me over again!
Infuriated I ran towards Kenny's body and pushed Butters out of the way. I grabbed the the collar of his shirt and began shaking him.

"Wake up you son of a bitch!" I slapped him furiously. It felt just like the time in fourth grade when Kyle had died because of manbearpig. I'd managed to slap him back to life, I'll be damned if it doesn't work for Kenny too!
"Wake up! I know you can, you poor asshole! Get up!" I growled angrily at him.
Stan and Kyle grabbed me from behind and attempted to pry me from Kenny's body, but my strength held me there. Suddenly even to my surprise, Kenny began to sputter and cough as the colour returned to his cheeks. I let go of him and let him sit up himself.

"Ha! You see! I saved his life, you can't send me to jail now!" I insisted.

"That sounds good enough for me" Mr Garrison said and, like the stupid teachers they are, the rest nodded in agreement. Thank god all the adults in South Park are so stupid, I thought satisfied.

I was so far gone that I'd even passed purgatory. I'd been just about to enter hell's gate when suddenly I was waking up, except I wasn't waking up in my bed like usual. I was gasping for air, soaked and surrounded by my classmates. I had a moment of panic as I realised where I was. I clutched my arms in front of myself to cover my chest in reflex but instead I found a towel already doing the job. Someone pulled me in a tight hug and I realized it was Butters. I sighed in relief as it all made sense. Butters must have put the towel over me to cover my chest.

"Thanks" I whispered softly and he pulled back giving me a smile, showing me he understood what I meant.

"Dude, are you okay?" Kyle insisted and I realized there were still a lot of people watching me. I nodded and shakily stood up.

"Yeah, I think I need to get home and rest though" I mumbled and Mr Garrison quickly volunteered to take me. Shivering and still clutching the towel around me I followed him to the parking lot.

I didn't really pay attention to the drive home, I was too concerned with the fact that I was alive. This doesn't make any sense. I shouldn't be alive. I was dead, and believe me I know dead. There was no way they could have revived me without some kind of defibrillator. I've only been revived once, by some stupid doctors. And even they had to hook me up to a bunch of machines to keep me alive because I was in a vegetable state.

Besides, this time felt different. Back then it had felt like I was sucked back into my body forcefully. But this time had felt like every other time I woke up after a death. I felt rejuvenated and fresh. Hell there wasn't even any water in my lungs!

We parked in front of my house and I softly thanked Mr Garrison.

"I should be thanking you for giving me an excuse to leave early" Mr Garrison replied and happily drove off.

The house was empty when I arrived. Mum and Dad were probably out buying some more weed. I hastily stripped off my wet clothes and had a warm shower. That's exactly what I need to wash the nervous feeling off me. But it didn't seem to help, actually it made me feel worse. All the shower did was give me more time to think about it and worry.

I got dressed determinedly as I decided what I had to do. There was only one person I knew who would have any idea what had happened today.

I drew a pentagram in chalk on my bedroom floor and set candles on each point. A long time ago, he'd told me how to summon him in case of an emergency.

I mumbled the chants under my breath. It was in a language I didn't understand but I didn't think I really wanted to know what I was saying. The candles flared as their fires burst into huge flames and suddenly a boy with jet black hair and matching dark clothes stood before me.
"Who dares summon Damien, Son of Satan, Prince of Darkness, Bringer of-" he caught sight of me and sighed, the candles flickered back to their usual shape, "oh it's you"

He almost sounded uninterested as he droned, "what do you want?"

"Look something weird happened today and I really need your help to figure out what happened" I muttered nervously. Even though I hung out with Damien a lot, I knew he was someone to be wary around. I was always on my toes when I talked to Damien.

"Fine, go on" he said sitting down inside the pentagon casually.

"Well, I died today" I admitted and he raised an eyebrow at me.
"So? You die all the time" he reminded me.
"No you don't get it. I shouldn't be alive. Somehow I was brought back, and it wasn't like that time I was revived by doctors. It felt more like I was resurrected" I tried to explain. Despite my lack in confidence of how I'd explained it, Damien seemed to understand.

"So someone brought you back to life the non-medical way?" he ventured.

"I think so. It didn't feel normal, it felt just like it usually does but this time everyone remembered I had died and I was still in the same body" I explained.

Damien nodded in understanding and rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"And who was the one who resurrected you?" Damien asked. I hesitated and thought back to the moment I woke up. The first thing I remember was staring right into the hazel eyes of Eric Cartman.
"Cartman" I admitted. Damien nodded and seemed to have made a decision.

"I think I know what's going on. Let me ask you something. What drew you to Eric Cartman and his friends in the first place? Why, out of all the boys in your school, did you decide to hang with those three boys in particular?" Damien ventured.

"I-I don't know. I guess we just hit it off. We were kids, kids make friends with everyone" I insisted.

Damien seemed unconvinced.

"Well then let me ask you this, why is it that in death it's Cartman that you always turn to? When you became a ghost to warn of the apocalypse, why did you choose Cartman? Why was it Cartman that your soul became trapped inside?" Damien pressed.

"That son of a bitch drank my ashes" I explained.

"It takes more than drinking someone's ashes to cause a soul to inhabit a body, Kenny. There has to be a connection there already, something to attract the soul in the first place" Damien explained.

"What are you getting to?" I asked warily.

"Have you ever wondered why I came to South Park, out of all the places on earth?" Damien continued.

"Actually no, now that I think about" I admitted.

"Well I came here because I was looking for something, or to be precise someone" he explained, "have you ever heard of a Shadow Bond?" I shook my head in confusion.
"A shadow bond occurs in Lower level Immortals with at least one or both mortal parents like you. Because my mother was a mortal, I too have a Shadow bond. You see, because we are not entirely immortal we do not possess as much power as full immortals like my father. So instead we obtain our power using a human host. This human serves as an energy source to us. I came to South Park because I'd tracked my human host to your town. You see a host is born to a certain immortal and that host will bond with them and only them. Hence the term, Shadow bond. I joined your class because a host is always born the same age as their immortal master" Damien explained.

"So what you're saying is…you think I have some mystical bond with Cartman?" I asked sceptically.

Damien nodded.

"Fine…let's just say you're right. How the hell did he bring me back to life today?" I insisted.

"Bonding is a two way street. If you can draw power from him, he can do the same from you. He probably did it without even realising. Resurrection is your power is it not?" Damien replied.

"I guess" I said unconvinced, "but does he know he's my host? And what the hell do I do about it if he is my host? And does that mean Cartman is immortal too?"

"You ask a lot of question," he grumbled, "to answer your first question, I doubt he is aware of it at all. Sure he may notice some things that other humans don't, for example he almost certainly is aware of your deaths at least. But being the selfish asshole he is, I doubt he really cares enough to acknowledge it." I scowled at that knowing that if that's true I'm definitely going to kick Cartman's ass for not telling me!

Damien continued, "And as for what you should do, I don't think you really need to do anything. The bond has been working without your knowledge for years now. The fact that you're aware of it doesn't change anything. The only reason I needed to find mine is because I couldn't register the power transfer from hell. My powers only worked on earth because that's where my host was. And finally, no he isn't immortal, hosts are very much human. They die all the time. I made the mistake of not taking care of mine on earth, now he's dead. But I'll be damned if that stops me from using that French idiot as a power source down here in hell" Damien grumbled

A shout suddenly echoed from the pentagram from behind Damien.
"I'M NOT GONNA SAY IT AGAIN! I'M NOT FRENCH!" a british accent growled.

"Oh my god, Pip is your host!?" I shouted with a chuckle.

Damien looked away embarrassed, his cheeks growing uncharacteristically red.
"It's not like I chose that overly happy fool" he insisted.

"So what do hosts do exactly?" I asked curiously.

"They are our link to the human world, they are our messengers when we are on the other side and if necessary our vessels" he explained. I registered this for a moment and smiled as an idea hit me. Maybe I could somehow use Cartman as a way to get people to remember my curse once and for all. The only problem would be convincing the asshole to help me. I groaned, out of all the people in the world why did I have to bond with the most self-centred, annoying and manipulative bastard in South Park. Like I don't already have enough to deal with.