"Let go/Let go/Of time for you and I"
~"Penguin" ~Christina Perri
Chapter 11: Go To Heaven
"KYLE!" Stan ran over to where Kyle had fallen and hit his knees next to his best friend. His eyes widened when he saw the meat cleaver sticking out of the redhead's body where Craig had thrust it in. "Oh God…" He reached out for the hilt of the cleaver.
"Stan," Kyle murmured weakly, "no…" When Stan grabbed it and tugged ever so slightly, Kyle screamed, "DON'T! IT HURTS!"
Stan's hand immediately shot away from the wooden grip at the scream. Instead, it moved to the side of Kyle's face, he saw the blood trickling from the side of his mouth with every strained cough and the tears flowing from his eyes. "Kyle…" He felt his own tears drip from his eyes as he realized there was nothing he could do. "Don't die…please don't die…I still have," he stopped a moment to prevent a sob from escaping, "have to protect you."
Kyle's lips turned up into a small smile. "Stan…" He shivered a bit as cold began to close in on him. "Could you hold me? I'm cold."
Stan wiped his eyes and nodded. Very carefully so that he caused very little pain to his beloved Jew, he gathered him into his arms, one arm around his shoulders and the other around his waist. He held Kyle against him and just looked into the fading green eyes he had come to adore in such a short amount of time. "Kyle," he bent his head down and kissed Kyle's blood red lips, "I love you."
Kyle continued smiling as his eyes slipped closed. "I…" Love you too. And I'm happy I got to hear you say it one last time. One final breath escaped him and he went limp.
"Kyle? What is it baby?" He raised the hand set on Kyle's waist to his cheek. "…Kyle?" Before he could check for a pulse, there was the loud bang of a shotgun going off, catching his attention.
Stan's eyes widened as Kenny and Butters both dropped to the ground. No, not them too!
…
Rebecca climbed to the top of the building that she didn't realize Kyle, Stan, Kenny, and Butters were hiding in and laid down against her rucksack with a yawn. She figured she would be okay to sleep there until morning. You know, as long as it didn't rain or snow on her.
"KYLE!"
Curious and a bit angry about the voice, she looked over the edge of the building to see three guys she recognized standing in the middle of the street and two laying in it. The two lying on the ground seemed dead, having killed each other from what she could tell. No, wait, the one Marsh was next to was still moving a bit, he must just be injured.
Her eyes swiveled over to the two blondes standing in front of the building when she heard the smaller one's voice:
"Oh no Ken, y-you don't think Kyle…" His voice drifted off as a sob shook him.
"Don't worry Butters," the taller one said with hardly a bit of reassurance to his words, "he'll be okay…Stan won't let him just die."
Rebecca's eyes went back over to the two on the ground but she felt no sympathy for them. So Marsh was losing his best friend, big whoop. She lost her brother and parents and didn't shed a single tear; surely he could handle losing Broflovski.
She turned her attention back to the too blondes when Stotch began to sob and McCormick comforted him. Damn, they're so stupid! Don't they realize they're not the last ones left? She could just as easily be aiming to shoot at them as she was watching them.
Wait a second! Why am I not doing that? She sighed quietly and turned back to her rucksack to grab her shotgun from it. Luckily she'd only come across two other people while running over to this area, (she figured that the last of the survivors would probably be hiding out in an area surrounded by forbidden zones, and she actually was a bit happy she'd been correct). She loaded another round into it and slunk back over to the edge of the rooftop.
By now, both blondes were walking towards where Marsh was holding Broflovski, who now was no longer moving. Probably dead by now. She turned the shotgun towards McCormick. Killing Marsh's boyfriend would make the raven-haired man go crazy like she figured Tucker had when Tweak was killed. Finally there would be a worthy opponent.
She popped the shotgun.
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Even from where he was standing, Butters could faintly hear the sound of a shotgun being readied to fire, a sound he'd become too familiar with the past twenty four hours. He looked at the top of the building and, in the moonlight, saw a girl pointing a shotgun at them. More specifically, at Kenny.
Butters' head whipped over to the taller blonde. She's going to shoot him! He ran over to Kenny. "Kenny, move!" Without anything else as a warning, Butters shoved Kenny out of the way in time for the final sound he would hear, the deafening bang of the shotgun, to sound off.
Upon impact with the street, Kenny scraped the palms of his hands and his chin open. He heard the shotgun before he could demand an answer out of Butters though. He turned over to be sitting up in time for the smaller blonde to collapse onto him, a gaping hole where the bullet hit him through his back.
Automatically Kenny's arms wrapped around the instantly blood drenched torso of Butters' body as he fell into him. His eyes widened in horror at the dead blonde in his arms. "N-No…No! Butters, no!"
"Dammit!" Kenny's head shot over to where Rebecca had yelled in frustration over her missed shot. "That stupid little fuck! How dare he screw up my shot!"
Kenny grabbed the Glock he'd dropped when he had been pushed down and pointed it at where she was still able to be seen on the rooftop. "You," he pulled the trigger, "BITCH!"
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Rebecca screamed as the bullet Kenny shot at her hit her right shoulder. She fell back onto the roof clutching her bleeding pained shoulder. "Dammit! Oh God, it hurts!" She yelled as the fiery pain of the bullet shot up her arm. Before she figured McCormick or Marsh would come after her, she scrambled to her feet and off of the roof, running east. Away from them.
A weapon. I have to find a weapon I can still use like this!
…
Not much longer later, both Stan and Kenny were sitting next to the sheet covered bodies of their lovers inside of the backroom they had been relaxing in only twenty minutes ago. Stan's knees were pulled up to his chest while Kenny was hugging only one knee. Both were crying silently.
After Rebecca had been chased off and Stan was sure Kyle had died, both corpses had been carried into the building's backroom. Kenny and Stan had both tried to clean up Kyle and Butters - the cleaver had been removed from Kyle's side and both had been wrapped in bandages where their injuries had been after their blood had been cleaned off. Kenny had found some sheets and covered them both up; Stan had found two candles and lit them, placing them near their heads.
"Kenny," Stan muttered out of the blue, "do you think they…really, truly loved us?"
Kenny looked up from where he had buried his face into his knee, remembering Butters shoving him out of the way from the shotgun. He wrapped an arm around Stan's shoulders and held him to his side. "Yes, I believe they did."
