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in a review? I need more. Thanks in advance!

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The odd thing about silence is that it gives way to tension. Tension gives way to panic. And panic makes one do something so outrageously stupid and idiotic that even the town whore – not Bebe – Mr. Slave would dare do it.

Kyle was one of the sufferers of these moments.

For a few seconds after the bullet was fired, time seemed to slow down. It was like he could see everything in slow motion and yet could do nothing to stop it because he was slowed down as well.

Kyle could hear his friends' gasp as his functions ceased and his now lifeless body fell to the cold, hard ground below. He looked around the clubhouse and his eyes settled on his best friend, still alive and well.

But this best friend was not Stan. Not anymore. That position had been transferred to Kenny the second that light shone on Kyle's face. No, the body on the floor was none other than his ex-best friend Stan Marsh.

But back to panic.

Kyle knew in his mind that the smart thing to do would be give himself up, face his punishment and try to bring his best friend back to life. It couldn't be too hard, I mean Kenny did it all the time, right?

Or he could slip away, unnoticed, into the shadows and secretly discover the cure for his friends' ailment.

But Kyle didn't listen.

"Oh my god! You killed Stan! You BASTARDS!"

He did that instead. The police, whose attention had been on the victim, shot their heads towards Kyle before the word 'god' was uttered. Remembering their mission, the pigs stormed the clubhouse and began climbing the oak into which it had been set.

"Oh man, cut me some slack here!" Was what Kyle said before jumping off the clubhouse balcony and onto the deepest patch of snow he could see. Kenny went to follow suit, but a policeman snatched his leg a second after he leaped and so Kenny crashed, head-first, into a concrete slab of pavement.

"And now you killed Kenny! You Ba Wha!" Kyle had to jump over a policeman who had dived for him and decided to listen to his brain for the first time that day. Rushing towards Officer Barbrady, Kyle pointed over the cops' shoulder and screamed.

"Look! I'm over there!"

Barbrady turned his head, muttering an 'ah-hah! Gotcha!' and the real Kyle sped past and around the side of the building.

Outside now, Kyle could hear sirens blaring in the distance, closer than before, and ran in the opposite direction. And was that the sound of… helicopter blades! Oh, crud.

Sprinting down main street, now empty but for a few unsuspecting pedestrians, Kyle looked around for a hiding spot. Spying a porch, he rushed towards it and hid beside a greek pillar. A spotlight shone on where he was mere seconds ago on the street and a large group of noisy police cars zipped past.

He waited for a few moments before letting out a breath he didn't know he had been holding and slumped to the floor, gasping for air.

A stinging sensation in his arm reminded him that he needed minor medical attention and he slipped through the door that was oh so conveniently left unlocked.

Resting his back against the front door, Kyle broke down and cried.

How could he not? His parents cast him out of the house, his best friend betrayed him, the police were after him, and now two of the only three people in the world he trusted were dead. Yes, he knew Kenny would be back tomorrow but he-

Wait a minute… Kenny! He'd be back tomorrow! Surely Kenny understands life and death better than anyone!

A plan was already beginning to form in Kyle's mind, but the arm wound throbbed again, forcing the boy to hold it with his good arm.

I guess I'll wait until tomorrow. But for now…

He surveyed his immediate surroundings and began his search for a medical kit anywhere in the suspiciously huge house he had inhabited. He discovered not a living soul inside the grand mansion, and boards up on the windows so he deduced that it must be abandoned.

Yet, he couldn't help but feel he had been here before. Traveling upstairs, he tripped over an object on the floor and fell flat on his face. Groaning, he rose and picked up the thing he had stumbled upon.

A mask? But who wore masks in this day and age? Especially such a flamboyant mask like the one he held in his hand. Purple mask with feathers sticking out of the top and going to either side. Kyle turned it over and dropped it out of shock. A small, pale object fell from the inside of the headwear.

Kyle didn't pick it up, instead he observed it from a distance.

That looks like somebody's NOSE! Aw, gross!

Kyle could feel the bile rise in his throat but forced it back down. Throwing up would remind him of Stan too much. But that nose made him remember something.

FLASHBACK:

"What's you're name?"

"My name's blanket."

"Someone moved into the old Henderson place."

"Look who I found, lost in my back yard!"

"Mr. Jefferson, you're son is hurt!"

"Mr. Jefferson?

END FLASHBACK

"Mr. Jefferson… I remember now! This is the old Henderson building… I wonder why I'm talking to myself." Shrugging, Kyle decided to explore a bit more and find anything that could help him.

Stumbling into the back yard, he spied the ferris wheel that Mr. Jefferson had installed a few years ago and climbed onto it.

"Hope this works." Kyle muttered to himself as he plugged the behemoth in and pulled the lever. Hopping into one of the carriages before they moved away, Kyle sat himself comfortably on one of the wooden seats and noticed that his arm had finished healing.

The purpose of the excursion to the ride was to see if he could spot any police cars driving close to his location. Seeing the flashing red and blue lights of America's finest of over the horizon, Kyle decided he was safe.

For now.

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I'm so sorry, but Stan's death is essential to the plot. You'll understand later. Stay tuned for another update and…

OBEY THE FIST!

P.S. Well, YELLOWCARDFMAFANS, You were half-right, Kenny DID die after all.