Chapter 7: The Narcoleptic, The Best Friend, And The Slut

I know it was supposed to be called Cartman's awesome adventure part 2...but that'll have to wait seeing as how this chapter went.

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His Father always told him not to be fooled. Trust yourself, and it'll lead you in the right direction. He was initially speechless upon first seeing Kyle. He knew by the green hat, what would have fooled him though, was the straight hair. It hung swiped over his eyes, a chunk between. His brown orbs looked knowing, and yet, at the same time clueless. This couldn't be the same Kyle he had known all those year, the same Kyle who time and time again had gotten them out of trouble, who ran from his mother, who would go to psychotic lengths to protect his brother, his best friend. The same boy who would look for the truth in any situation, or help talk aliens out of destroying the planet, it couldn't be him. For one reason alone, he knew it wasn't Kyle he was with Bebe. Kyle hated girls. She was wearing his coat, and Kyle hated girls. As his gray sweater hung in the wind, the answer was clear, Kyle had changed in 5 years drastically.

When his Father finds Kyle, he'll probably request from the town his death as revenge to Sheila. So why bother getting attached or begging for his friendship again, why rejoice in a reunion. He'll just die anyway. And for once, he probably had no idea.

The two boys continued to have a staring contest till Wendy broke the silence.

"Come on Bebe...I'll show you around, and we can go to your house, and get you better clothes!!!!"

"My mom." She quickly found her feet and began to run with Wendy towards town, as Wendy grasped her arm. "Bye Kyle!"

The three remained silent, Kenny feeling its awkwardness, spoke up. "Weird huh...all we need is Cartman."

"We don't need Cartman." Spat Stan. "He's up there too, living life. Unlike us, down here."

"He's up." Kenny said.

"Who cares, we hated him anyway."

"I didn't." Kenny retorted. "He was my best friend."

"What kind of best friend continuously makes fun of you cause your poor."

"Cartman." Kenny shrugged it off. "You two should be glad, after five years-"

"Why'd you bring him here Kenny." Stan asked about Kyle to Kenny.

"He was running, they needed to get away, I couldn't-"

"Well, sorry kid, it's not safe here for you either." Stan said, addressing Kyle.

"But, you were supposed to be my best friend, and we grew up here, and your alive and I-"

"You are too you know." He sighed. "Did you really think we'd be best friends forever anyway?

It's probably easier we just leave it like this, and you leave now."

"I have no where to go."

"You have a home." Just go Kyle, please. "Stay there."

"This is my home." Kyle was getting mad, why was he pushing him away! "What's your problem!" He raised his voice. "Why-"

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" Came a fourth party's voice, Stan turned around reluctantly, knowing who it was, Kenny doing the same. It was Randy Marsh. "Well, well, well, look who we have here."

"I told you to leave..." Stan whispered, turning towards Kyle slightly. "But it's too late now." His voice angry, but there were hints of sadness as she voice cracked on the word "now.", and he looked towards his Father, his shoulders down in defeat, his posture anything but angry.

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She ran up to her house, it was just as she remembered it. The painted brick shadowed from the sun's setting, but it was clear, no lights were on. She walked up to the door and slowly pushed it open. Why was the door wide open anyway? Inside the rest settled again and cobwebs took shapes of integrated weaves, a quilted pattern to plot the time the house had been deserted. The wallpaper, empty of the vibrant colors that it once possessed. Pushing her blonde locks behind her ears, she pushed back the tears she felt emerging, though no water formed, she still felt the strain in her heart, the heaviness she felt she knew was not natural. Bebe had found her home, but not her family.

"Mom?" She tracked up stairs as the light began to fade, and picked up the pace as no answer was found. "Dad!" Pushing through every door, she found the same result, emptiness, dust, a vacant home. "I'm home!" Sobbing, she thrust through the upper floor one last time. "Please!" As she paced through her parent's room, she picked up the vase she found on the dresser, brushed off the film and felt it crack under the pressure of her hands. As the crack spread she threw it towards the window, shattering it and the glass in the frame in seconds. Staring at the damage for a second, she continued to walk solemnly towards her room.

She opened the door slowly and looked to find it exactly as she had left it, no piece of clothing or doll moved. She drug herself onto her bed as the particles rose in the air dancing around her, she left out a ghastly cry, hitting the bed in angst. She was alone.

"I didn't know how to tell you." Wendy barely whispered. She didn't dare make eye contact. "How do you tell your best friend, her parents are gone."

"Are they-"

"No, they moved to New York three years ago."

"We have family there." She rose from her laid position into a seated position grasping her favorite pillow.

"I'm sure if they knew, no one-"

"I know." She said pulling back her hair she turned to Wendy. Wendy smiled and approached the bed to join her best friend. Suddenly, Wendy Testaburger froze; her eyes went blank, and collapsed to the ground.

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Ike felt, as though he was running for his life, he knew he probably was. He barely knew or understood the city ways and yet he was running straight towards there, likely within a couple of minutes with his Mother hot on his tail. So he did the only thing he could, cut through every back yard he could waving to each neighbor her saw before retreating to the woods where he could then get through easier without being seen and make it way to the boundaries of the city, then work his way inside. As night fell he knew it would get harder, but he was prepared, he had a flashlight, and a couple of snaky s'mores ready for this journey, as well as a couple dollars to help him during the day tomorrow. All of those years as a Jewbilee would finally pay off.

Taking a break he sat by a tree trunk eating the s'mores. Jewbilee, Kyle missed his inauguration as a full fledge scout there. He also missed the presentation of his first badge, and his second, and the kosher pin he earned. Tears gathering in his eyes he stopped for a moment. There had been so many times he wanted Kyle to be there for him, to win awards, or be in the crowd or walk him home. Even now that he's back, he's gone again. He remembers nothing. But that didn't matter.

What kind of brother would he be if it did? Heck, Kyle sent him to Indiana in an effort to save him once went all the way to Canada too. It was about time he returned the favor.

The lights of the city stole his attention for a minute, the large tower in the center lit up brighter then any street lamp or moon. It was his north star, for by that control tower was an entrance to where he wanted to be, his old home, where his big brother is. He took a couple breaths and stood up, making his way further through the forest and towards the beacon of light that called him truly home.

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"Heya Stan!" Stan grunted to himself, thinking sarcastically Butters was here, wonderful, just what he needed.

"Hi Butters." He spoke the most monotone he could find; hoping Butters would realize his presence wasn't wanted.

"Yeah, I-uh, just wanted to, well Stan, here's the thing-"

"If you're gonna sit here and give me some monologue Butters, I really don't wanna hear it from you, or your mullet." Feeling the back of his hair, he frowned; he really hated how everyone referred to it as a mullet. It grew that way, and no one could fix it, he'd cut it, but a couple of days later the dreaded mullet would return.

"N-no, no monologue Stan, I just well, how a come you let them do that to Kyle."

Stan began to turn and walk away towards his home. "Do what."

"Lock him away in that room."

"It wasn't my decision Butters."

"But well, he was your best friend, I just thought-"

Stan finally snapped. "Just thought what, huh Butters? That I would miraculously stand up for him regardless of his mom, be happy he's back after he wasn't for five years. Butters, you can't understand."

"Well, I-uh, understand if my best friend-"

"Butters, you had no friends."

"W-well, that's surely not true, I had uh, you, and a Kenny, and Eric-"

"Cartman was no one's fucking friend."

"And well Kyle, and Tweek, and Token, remember when we did that television-"

"SHUT UP BUTTERS!"

"W-well, surely Stan, I just-"

"You made your point now go away." Butters tugged the long ends of his hair and stared at Stan. Stan looked at Butters with the same coldness he had for everyone anymore. "Good-bye Butters, before I decide to kick your ass!"

Leaning against the wall of his own house, he peeled away some of the green paint, deep in thought. He folded his knees to his chest as he slid to a sitting position on his steps.

He wasn't being a bad friend, that's all he had to tell himself. He was Stan Marsh, leader of the kids below, according to his Father. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't stop anyone from doing to Kyle what they did, at least they didn't kill him...yet anyway. He went so peacefully too with his Father, looking back every couple of seconds for some kind of relief.

A scream broke his thought process, noting it came from Bebe's house, he quickly ran inside, knowing it had to be one of two things. He pushed through the house and quickly ran through the living room.

"Bebe, where are you?" He turned around, waiting for an answer.

"U-Up here." Came the scared voice. He quickly ran upstairs.

Bebe was knelt beside Wendy, checking for vital signs and all returned negative. As Stan arrives he stood in the doorway, knowing exactly what had happened.

"She's not breathing Stan!" Her voice was filled with panic, and pain.

"Don't worry Bebe, it'll pass." He knelt beside her as well and they waited ten minutes in silence for a flicker, or a twitch.

"Are you sure she's-"

"Positive." He cut off her question and looked at her reassuring, his eyes going soft with sympathy, but still powerful in reassurance.

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Kenny walked through the town pissed off.

"Fuck them." He thought. "They're all assholes anyway." He was only trying to help his friend. Kyle did nothing to them, only his mom, why treat him like this. They knew him. For as long as he could remember since he had come back though, they had some animosity towards the whole family. He kicked a nearby rock into the shallow Stark's pond and sat down. Part of him wished Cartman were there to help them divert the attention off Kyle and onto Cartman's assholeness.

As Randy came onto the scene, Kenny tried to explain why he had brought him there. They wouldn't listen; Mr. Marsh only had revenge in his eyes. Sure, no one wanted to live down here, but would they really want to live up there either?

"Next time you pull something like this Kenny, you won't live to regret it."

"I don't regret it." He told Randy, his voice strong and confident.

"What should we do with him Randy?" As Mr. Garrison grabbed Kenny's shoulder. Kenny quickly pushed it off him.

"Oh, come on, you know you can't do anything." With that, he took it upon himself to leave. It was now dark, and the lamplights lit up various sections of their town, Stark's pond being one of them.

What were they going to do to Kyle anyway, they don't even know he has none of his memories, or believe that he was running from his mother. They think he's spying. Hopefully he'll find his way out of this.

Staring at his wrist he tried once more to move it back in place, the angle it was at, started to bother him. But it wouldn't help any. Grunting he kicked another tree trunk, taking layers of bark off with it. He breathed heavily and continued at its deformation. Behind it you viewed many other trees with large portions of bark missing, gashes deep within their trunks.

"No one fucking listens to me! ASSHOLES! Damn them all to hell!" Missing the tree once he connected to the ground and lay there a moment, finally calm. He'd find a way to help Kyle, find out what is going on.

"It's been a half hour Stan." They eventually moved Wendy onto Bebe's bed. Bebe changed into T-shirt that came to her thighs. It was her Fathers, she also put on a pair of boots he had left behind, and some of her mother's thick gray socks. She took laid Kyle's coat in her lap and tied her long blond hair into a ponytail with an old hair band found on her bed rail. She sat on the chair by her window, gazing outside.

"She'll come back, trust me." He sat on the bed beside her as her eyes continued to show no signs of life. He began to move her bangs from her face and gave a small smile to himself. She was still a knockout.

"What's wrong with her." Stan looked at Bebe, unsure of what to say. One, he wasn't sure if he would believe her. So, he told her what he told anyone who didn't understand.

"She's narcoleptic."

"Oh."

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They locked his arms together with handcuffs around some piping found in his basement. At least it was nice of them to leave him in his own home. He was alone and the only light he had was from the lantern Mr. Slave had left out of pity, leaving with solely a "Jesus Christ." He was about to let a Jesus Christ go itself upon seeing Mr. Slave's loin cloth.

He knocked his head against the wall he leaned on, wondering where he went wrong. He came home in hoping to find answers as to what his mother was doing, what he was doing here with no memories, but now he has new questions. Why did everyone hate him?

Sliding the cuffs along the piping the slight chiming sounds was soothing, and he signed. He was alone. He had found Stan, didn't up any kind of a fight, and would have told them anything he knew. Except, he knew nothing.

And now he was alone.

"I wish Bebe was here..." He wondered what the blonde bombshell and her best friend were doing. Likely talking, catching up. Maybe she would look for him.

Across the room he noticed several packed boxes, one marked Chanukah decorations, another marked Ike's bris, and a third with the letters S.P.E. on them. He wondered what memories lay in the unsettled, forgotten boxes. Where was Ike right now? How were his Mother and Father reacting? What if Ike was in trouble!

"What am I doing." If he could break the chains he would. But for now, he was left alone, with no one to talk to tonight. He was awake three days and look what he had gotten himself into. "I have to find Ike...what if Cartman said anything..." Hitting his head several more times on the wall, how was he going to get himself out of this one?

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Twelve minutes later, Stan and Bebe continued to wait patiently as Wendy eyes finally sparked life. She blinked and quickly brought her torso off the floor. Turning to Bebe she smiled. Bebe's relieved expressed spoke for herself, she had done it again.

"I'm sorry Bebe, I didn't think I would-"

"It's ok, Stan was right, you did come back." Wendy quickly turned to Stan and embraced him

"You never do give up on me do you." He felt her hand and shook his head no. They broke their embrace and she looked at Stan, and then around the room. "I'm surprised Kyle's not with you."

"Yeah, where is he Stan?" Bebe asked.

"He's at his home..." The tone of his voice would have suggested otherwise. And Wendy quickly tore apart from Stan, in an almost protective stance towards Bebe.

"Stan, what did they do to him." Bebe looked shockingly at Wendy.

"What does she mean Stan?"

"Look, my dad-"

"Stan, you asshole!"

"Wendy, Stan what does she mean, what happened to Kyle?" Bebe walked to Stan. "Where is he?"

"He's at his house, he wouldn't listen to me and just leave." Her couldn't face them. "The asshole wouldn't leave, it's his problem now-"

Wendy quickly approched and slapped him. "You're the asshole Stan, he's supposed to be your best friend and you-"

"He's NOT my best friend." Stan quickly left the room leaving the two girls together in the dark.

"Wendy-"

"I'm sure they haven't done anything yet Bebe." Bebe quickly ran out of her house and towards Kyle's.

Wendy left as well, silently thankful she could avoid the subject of her strange disorder.

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Bebe approached his house and noted the two men standing in front of it. Officer Barbrady and Mr. Mackey.

"Mr. Mackey." She stood on the steps, impatient.

"OH, Bebe, m'kay, glad to see you back too."

"Whatever, uhm, can I go inside?"

"Uhm, no sorry, we have some top secret stuff going on inside, and it's not safe for you, m'kay?"

"Nothing to see here." Barbrady concluded.

Practically pushing her off his steps she was left on the deserted street. She looked at the lights on either side of her, she had to help him, and he had after all saved her.

Kicking a random rock in the street, she left in pursuit of the only real place she could think would still remain in tact, Stark's pond.

She ran across the town, frustrated and practically afraid. Continuing to run she saw Stark's pond and did something she wouldn't normally do, she ran right through the lake, letting the water stop to about her thighs.

Standing in the water, her shoes filling with water, she let out a sigh. Her thoughts were distracted upon hearing "What the fuck are you doing?" Looking at Kenny, she sheepishly walked out of the pond and walked towards him.

"I'm upset."

"So you run into water?"

"Yes?"

"I guess you still are a moron."

"What?" She demanded. "I am not a moron!"

"Then a slut I guess would better classify you." She quickly slapped him and she watched as his face showed no pain, or a flinch.

"That won't work." He turned to walk away, so she did the only thing that came to mind. She kicked him and she fell face first into the dirt. He got up and faced her, even more pissed off.

"You, really are a moron."

"Why do you keep saying that!" He walked up to her, and pulled his hand back, the sound of flesh on flesh created a sickening sound that echoes in the air. She touched her cheek with her hand and looked at Kenny, speechless.

"That didn't hurt, did it." He pushed close to her face in anger. Taking her hand off her cheek, feeling no throbbing, no burning, her eyes wide in shock.

"No...No, it didn't."

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So what'll happen to Kyle, Ike, Bebe, Kenny, Kenny, Stan and Wendy? Hell, will Cartman ever start his adventure?

Sadly, none of you will find out till June.

Why?

I'm going to Italy till then.

Sorry for the long vacation from the fic (