Alright, I'm back. I'm sorry for letting you wait but somehow I couldn't write. Slowly but surely the story's nearing the end but the most dramatic part isn't reached yet.

The Escape II

Monday morning…

"Wake up, Stan, we have to go to school," said Kenny shaking Stan gently.

"Uh, what? A-Already?" responded Stan sleepy.

"Yes, get up, dude."

"Alright," said Stan, "How come you're already awake?"

"Dunno. I get up early almost every day."

"Sick, dude."

"Damn, it's boring without Kyle and Cartman fighting," said Kenny at the bus stop.

"Yeah, I guess they're ridicolous fights weren't that bad, even if they were annoying."

"Look, dude, the bus is coming."

Stan didn't respond.

The bus ride was boring, for both of them, especially for Stan who's neighbouring seat remained empty, due to his best friend's absence. All eyes were upon Stan as he got off the bus and went to the school building. He wasn't surprised but it still was annoying. He heard kids whispering his name and felt more uncomfortable with every single whisper he could hear.

"Hi, Stan," a familiar voice greeted.

"Hi, Wendy," responded Stan.

"How are you?" she asked happy. The happiness annoyed Stan, too.

"Oh, well I'm fine," he lied, "And you?"

"I'm happy that you're back, Stan," she began. Getting no response she went on: "But you don't seem to care about me."

"Wendy, listen, I went through a lot, okay? I'm sorry, I don't care about you right now but I'm stressing out and you are not going to make me feel any better. No one is. So leave me alone, please!" exploded Stan and went towards the the classroom leaving behind his stunned girlfriend.

As Mr. Garrison entered the classroom, Stan expected the worst. The worst would've been Garrison mentioning the abduction in any way. But he didn't. He didn't mention it at all, to Stan's surprise. But the time passed very slow anyways. Everyone acted like nothing happened except of that whispering all around Stan, even while class.

Stan looked at his watch desperatly…3…2…1…finally. The bell rang and school was over. But immediately after class Wendy appeared in front of his desk again.

"Stan, do you want to go ice skating this afternoon?" she asked.

"I…no," he shortened his sentence.

"Stan, I'm worrying about you but you don't seem to care," she said.

"Right, I don't," said Stan getting up from his seat, taking his backpack and leaving the classroom. Wendy looked after him concerned and angry at the same time. She sighed and went home as well.

Kyle slowly opened his eyes for another imprisoned day. He yawned and sat up. Looking around he could see that no one was there. He rubbed his eyes and doing that he noticed red liquid on his hand. Something he saw a lot in the past few days. The blood was on his jacket as well. "Damn it, what's going on now?" he muttered. He came to the conclusion that Andy is dead and the killer was around. Thinking that, he grew anxious and rattled at the cage door.

"Oh Jesus, here we go again." It was unlocked. He wasn't happy about it because last time this happened he discovered a massacre. He hesitated at first but then he went out of the cage. Carefully he went towards the door. He opened it slightly to see if some was outside…but the there was no one. He went out and closed the door behind him again. The hut was in the middle of a forest. He headed for the the woods as fast as he could and didn't even bother looking back to the hut. But it was strange after all. That was the second time a door was open. What the hell is wrong with this goddamn crime?

He ran and ran and ran through the forest. "I just have to run straight forward. The forest has to end somewhere," he muttered to himself.

But after a few minutes he had to slow down his pace but he still didn't stop.

Suddenly he saw someone. He stopped immediately and hid behind a tree. He looked around the tree and tried to identify the person. He didn't know him. Kyle sighed with relief and ran towards the man who noticed him very quickly and looked at him.

"Excuse me, sir, I need your help," said Kyle.

The man answered in a Spanish dialect: "You American?"

"Hm, yes."

"What are you doing here?"

"Well, I have been abducted and I managed it to escape," explained Kyle.

"Oh," the man responded.

"Hm yeah, so, could you bring me home?"

"You home? How?"

"Could you just get me out of this forest?" Kyle asked.

"Si, si" the Mexican said. "Come."

He brought Kyle to a street where an old car stood.

"Thank you," Kyle said. "Do you have a mobile phone so I can call the police?"

"No."

"Could you drive me to a town then?"

"Which one?"

"I don't care, just a town," said Kyle.

"Okay," said the man going to the car.

"Thank you," responded Kyle. He jumped into the car and the man drove off.

Sitting on the co-driver's seat this one thought couldn't escape Kyle's mind: "This isn't over."

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