This chapter will contain angst with little or no humor now let's see what Damien has in store for the teens shall we? Starting with Stan please enjoy)

Chapter 11: The Everyday Death of Kenny McCormick

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Stan awoke with a gasp and wide eyes, appearing as if he had just woken up from a bad dream. Well that's what it felt like to him. It wasn't too long ago that he and his other friends were in the gym along with the son of the Devil Damien, switched in others bodies thanks to the noirette. After that was a blank for Stan, he recalled Damien clapping his hands and everything going black from there.

"Just what the hell happened?" He wondered in confusion, his perplexed state only increased once he observed his surroundings. He was outside, a dozen of tall trees blocking the dark sky but was able to see a half-moon and a few clouds. There was nothing but silence. Not one sound was heard. Stan could instantly tell that he was in the woods.

He began to panic, unaware that the Antichrist was watching the teen down in Hell within his room in growing amusement. Stan slowly stood on his feet with slightly wide hazel eyes, he looked around hoping to see one of his friends here in this creepy place, but it's too dark to tell if anyone was here let alone anything. He took one tentative step forward then another until a snapping sound caught his attention, the sudden snap caused him to stiffen and suck in a lungful of air. It was silent again except the pounding of Stan's heart in his ears as he held in his breath.

There was another snap, but this time it was closer. Stan wasted no time running, he didn't care where he was going as long as it was away from whatever that was stepping on sticks. He ran with a million questions parading around inside his head, faintly hearing a low growl and thudding footsteps behind him in hot pursuit.

Damien watched the scene with a sick smile, he came up with this plan just for Stan since he's in Kenny's body. It's a cruel one suited for someone like Cartman, but the fat teen wasn't in the poor teen's body so Stan would have to deal.

Stan continued to run with the bear still hot on his trail, that is until he tripped on a root of a tree. He cried out once he landed on the ground with a hard thud, and the creature slowly closed in on him. He tried to stand up, but all of the running left him exhausted. The animal growled as it raised it's black paw, it's claws sharp as a razor as it glistened in the half-moon's visible ray of light.

Stan turned his head slightly to the side, getting a faint glance at the beast with eyes wide in horror. The paw was brought down then everything went black as blood painted the ground.

(A/N: Okay so that was more creepy than angsty...This was planned better in my head...)

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Stan woke up again with a shout, sitting up sweating and gasping for air. He looked around finding himself in Kenny's room this time, he sighed as he wiped his forehead of the sweat. This time he noted that it's daytime, but he still felt very puzzled about the situation he's in. "Seriously what the hell's going on?" He asked out loud to one in particular. He got out of bed but paused when he overheard loud voices coming from the living room, they sounded like they were arguing.

He slowly walked over to the closed door and pressed his ear against the weak wood to hear what was being said. "You drunk piece of shit!" A southern female accented voice exclaimed then the sound of a slap followed after her outburst. "This is the fifth fuckin' time you've come home smellin' like sex and booze! You even drove Kevin away doin' stupid shit like this every time!"

Stan winced when he heard another loud smack, sounded like Kenny's parents were fighting. He was about to pull away from the door to just ignore them but a loud, harsh thud made him freeze. More shouting was heard followed by smacking sounds as Stan continued to listen. "S-should I do something?" He couldn't just let Carol handle her drunken husband alone, he would hate to see her badly hurt because the man wasn't in his right mind to know what he was doing.

Stan bit down on his bottom lip as he contemplated helping Carol, he's sure Kenny would come to her rescue without a second thought but Stan hadn't been through anything like this so he had no idea how to reasonably handle this. He's pulled out of his thoughts by another shout, this one belonging to Karen. She shouted for them stop fighting and to calm down, but all that did was fuel Stuart's inebriated anger, he scowled at her through glazed brown eyes.

"Mind your damn business brat!" Stan heard him holler. The man slapped Karen and she cried out as she fell to the floor. He also heard Carol shout in rage at her husband, but she got hit also. Stan applied more pressure down on his lip as he stood in Kenny's room, his hands curling into fists that shook nervously.

He wanted to help them, he really did, but what could he do? He'd just become a punching bag for the man if he were to interfere- "But Karen and Mrs. McCormick would be safe."

Damien watched as Stan entered the living room with new found determination. The blonde calmly old Stuart to stop whatever he was doing and calm the hell down, but his words sent clouded daggers his way in response.

Stan involuntarily stiffened at the cold glare, the man's eyes showed pure hatred in them...But why? Damien's smile widened slightly as the man glanced down to a broken piece of glass by his feet, Stuart picked it up then clutched it tightly in his hand. Carol's eyes widened as she knew what he was about to do. She quickly came in between the two with her arms stretched out and eyes narrowed.

"Move," Stuart ordered sternly, but she didn't oblige. She remained standing separating the two.

"I know what you're gonna do so don't even try it," she said with her voice wavering. "I'm not gonna let you stab our son Stuart."

Stuart growled as he glared at his wife. Karen begged for him to stop, but he blocked out her voice. "Fine, if you wanna get stabbed in his place then be my fuckin' guest!" He thrust the sharp glass forward, but Carol once again didn't budge. She closed her eyes with a small smile forming on her lips. If she were to die protecting her son then she will gladly accept it, she hoped Kenny would call the police once this was over.

Karen screamed...but Carol felt no pain. The woman slowly opened her eyes, gasping at the sight before her. Standing in front of her was Stan who took the blow that was originally meant for him. Stuart had a satisfied smirk on his face as he withdrew his hand from the glass embedded into his son's stomach, the man's hand slightly bleeding due to him tightly gripping the sharp item.

Stan grunted in pain as he held the weapon in his stomach, droplets of blood descending to the dirty wooded floor beneath him. Once he saw Stuart charge at Carol, his mind went blank. He couldn't recall himself moving from behind Carol and stepping in to take the blow instead. But he didn't regret it, this was meant for him anyway not her. He dropped onto his knees, vaguely hearing the front door slamming closed and Carol's and Karen's panicked cries.

Black spots began to cloud his vision as Carol laid him down on the floor, desperately telling him to hold on. He wanted to...but he felt as though he didn't need to, it's really strange although very familiar.

He closed his eyes as a small smile formed on his lips, a trickle of blood trailing down his chin.

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(A/n: This one connects with the second one)

Stan slowly opened his eyes, feeling exhausted for some reason. Once his eyes fully regained a clear vision, he saw that he was in a hospital. The once white room was coated in an orange-yellow hue, indicating that it was the evening. Only the sounds of the heart monitor specifying that he was still alive filled the quiet room.

He had no recollection as to how he got here let alone knew why he was here to begin with, but whatever happened must have something to do with his stomach since it started throbbing. He winced, and tried to remember what happened to him but he couldn't, it's like his mind blocked out or completely erased the incident.

The blonde laid in bed in silence, his attention now to the darkening sky outside. The calm looking scenery almost made him fall back asleep, but the sound of someone knocking on his room's door prevented him from doing so. He turned his head to the door seeing a doctor with grey hair entering the room with a clipboard in hand, the man gave him a warm smile as he walked over to him.

"Glad to see you're finally awake Kenny, you've been unconscious for the past five days." Stan's tired eyes widened slightly, he's been out that long? He wanted to ask the doctor what happened to him, but his mouth refused to open. His throat felt dry.

"My name is Dr. Mono. How are you feeling right now?" The man said as he checked Stan's IV tank and vitals. He tried to open his mouth to answer, but when he did his voice was hoarse and he coughed.

Dr. Mono frowned when he was done. "Hmm seems like your body still needs time to recover after having slept for so long. Okay I'll ask this instead, do you remember what happened five days ago?"

Stan furrowed his eyebrows as he attempted to recall what happened, but he drew a blank instantly. He felt as though he should know, but his brain wouldn't let him. He shook his head, and the doctor wrote something down on his clipboard with his frown still intact. "I see...well, do you remember anything at all? Anything past the five days?"

All he remembered was being in the school's gym in Kenny's body along with his friends and Damien, but he couldn't tell Dr. Mono that so he shook his head again. The doctor nodded then his frown deepened.

"Okay Kenny, I'm just going to fill you in then on what happened. Five days ago you were stabbed in the stomach by your father, whom was drunk at the time. He stabbed you with the glass of a broken beer bottle. You were brought here barely clinging to life with your mother and sister by your side." The man paused for a second, allowing to Stan process the information he had just been told. How did he not remember that? Was the experience so traumatic that his brain chose to erase it for his sake? A hurricane of words began swirl through his mind about the incident, but he's brought out by the sound of Dr. Mono speaking again.

"You were brought to the ICU due the amount of blood loss you sustained, and...it seems that the glass was stabbed all the way into your diaphragm. No ordinary person would have survived that, however you managed to pull through miraculously...But I have some bad news." He paused once again so Stan could sink all of the information in. The blond laid there with blank eyes, his attention to wall in front of him.

Damien chuckled at his lack of a reaction. Stan did die, but Damien revived him just in time before the doctors or nurses could confirm it. Of course no human could survive a deep stab to the gut, but Kenny's body was beyond that of an ordinary human being to begin with.

Dr. Mono cleared his throat, feeling a bit awkward at the teen's blank expression so he proceeded. "Due to the weapon you were stabbed with, the alcohol within the glass entered your stomach along with some other toxic chemicals thus we need to replace the organ. If...we don't find a donor within the next week...you'll die."

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More than three days had passed since the news was dawned onto Stan about his need of a transplant. It was Saturday, the week was almost over and he had yet to be diagnosed a donor. Carol and Karen visited him everyday, Kevin stopped by once but didn't stay long, he blamed himself for what happened to Kenny. He could've saved him, no his family from their idiot father, but he had left and had them deal with him by themselves.

Stan laid in the hospital bed during his remaining days in silence, he didn't talk when Carol and Karen visited and tired talking to him. Carol told him that they found Stuart passed out on a bench in a park, and they arrested him immediately and was charged with assault and drug charges. Stan's face was blank throughout, just a void of emotion.

The day passed by in a blink of an eye, and it was now Sunday. His last day.

Carol and Karen stayed by his side throughout the day, only leaving to use the bathroom or to get some food to eat. It was during the evening that Stan finally showed an emotion, but it was of pain. He groaned in discomfort as he clutched his stomach, Carol was the only one with him at the time and she immediately called for a doctor or nurse to come to the room.

Dr. Mono and a blonde haired nurse quickly entered the room, seeing Stan clutching his stomach in agony. The nurse gently removed his hand then the covers to inspect his source of suffering, gasping while covering her mouth with her other hand at what she saw. A spot of blood was rapidly seeping through the white fabric of his gown.

This had to be the worse pain Stan had ever felt, he wanted to scream and cry but he couldn't, the pain was overpowering all of his senses.

"Seems like his time will come to an end shortly," Dr. Mono mused sadly. "I'm really sorry Mrs. McCormick."

Carol covered her mouth with tears streaming down her face. Karen came back having heard what the doctor said, her brown eyes glossy with oncoming tears. Dr. Mono and the nurse stayed in the room until Stan's heart monitor flat lined. The life gone from his hazel eyes, both Carol and Karen mourned him at his side.

Dr. Mono gently slid his eyes closed, it always pained him to see young people like him go. "Kenneth McCormick dead at the young age of 17, time of death...6:25 p.m."

(A/n: I wanted to do five but I didn't have enough time also I'm gonna do two more chapters of this fic then I'll get back to Valentine Academy, and no I'm not ending the fic. I'm actually quite far from it lol I hope you enjoyed and the next chapter will be up tomorrow evening)