Running for Her Life- Chapter 13
A South Park Fanfiction
A/N- Holy shit, guys. I was trying to put this on yesterday, but somthing was wrong with the document uploader on Fanfiction. So here it is today! |D
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Luckily enough, for you guys, I watched, like, 4 hours of South Park today before I started writing this, so maybe I'll get their personalities across better. XDDD
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Disclaimer: I don't own South Park
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"Kenneh! Kenneh, wake the fuck up!"
"Shut up, fatass! If he's asleep, let him sleep!"
"Cartman, please just listen to Kyle and let him sleep. He's had it rough."
"Pfft, rough. Right, like I'll believe that. I'm not listening to that fucking Jew! Kenneh!"
A slap across the face was what jolted the poor McCormick out of his dreams, so he sat up abruptly. Seeing his best friends, and Cartman, in front of him, he frowned under his scarf and rubbed his abused cheek, swearing.
"I'm sorry, Kenny. I asked him not to," Kimberly said, sighing. Kenny shrugged, like it couldn't be helped, but stopped tending to his cheek.
Yawning, he looked around the room. Noticing Mrs. Carter was missing, he raised an eyebrow.
"Where did she..?" he began, only to be interrupted by Kimberly.
"She had an emergency," she said, shrugging. The girl put her wrist to her head in a mock fainting pose. "She said she hoped she could trust us to look after her daughter," she said dramatically.
Kenny's eyes lingered on Marie for a moment before he stood up, his taste-buds craving nicotine. He started walking out of the room, only to be stopped by the a curly-haired brunette.
"Where do you think you're going?" Kimberly asked, her hands on her hips.
Kenny gazed down at her with a steady expression. "I'm leaving to have a smoke. Can't smoke in a hospital, you know."
Kimberly gazed right back at him before sighing and dropping her pose. "Fine, but make it quick." Kenny rolled his eyes.
"Are you my mother?" he shot back, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he left the room.
"Dude, Kenny, wait up!" Kyle called, running to catch up with the blonde, followed by Stan and Cartman. Kenny looked at them questioningly.
"Why-" he began, only to be cut off again.
"I want one," Cartman said stiffly, passing him. Kenny didn't look like he was convinced, but looked over at the other two in expectancy.
"I want to know what happened," Kyle explained, and Stan nodded behind him.
Kenny shrugged, but when they made their way out the doors of the hospital, they went around back where they were sure no one would be. They all took seats around in the snow as Kenny took out a carton of cigarettes.
Cartman held out his hand, but Kenny just stared at it.
"Hand one over," Eric said, frowning. Kenny looked up at him, his gaze asking, "Really?" Cartman understood, fuming. "Yeah, dammit!"
Kenny shook his head, handing over a cigarette before pulling out one of his own and lighting both of them. Taking a drag and exhaling, he leaned up against the hospital before beginning.
"Marie's dad is dead," he began, being blunt. Cartman choked on his cigarette smoke and started coughing, trying to look cool as he coughed out, "Meant to do that."
"Holy shit, Kenny!" Stan exclaimed. "You didn't kill him, did you?"
Kenny gave him an annoyed look.
Kyle's eyes widened. "How.. how did it feel?" the Jewish boy asked carefully, shifting from sitting cross legged to having his knees against his chest.
Kenny blinked, bewildered by a question like that coming from Kyle. He looked down, trying to formulate an answer.
In fact, Kenny didn't know how he felt. From being killed all the time to actually doing the killing, he expected some sort of change. He expected some guilt or some remorse about killing his best friend's dad, let alone that friend being the girl that Kenny secretly adored. But Kenny didn't, or couldn't for that matter, feel a scrap of any emotion whatsoever.
"I..." Kenny began, furrowing his brown in thought. "I don't know how it felt. I was too..." he chose his words carefully, taking another drag on his cigarette before continuing, "... mad, I guess, about her dad fucking her up like that, that I just... pulled the trigger."
He fell silent before Cartman spoke up.
"Where'd you hide the body?" he asked, shredding the last statements up like a paper shredder.
"Cartman!" Kyle yelled, balling his hands up into fists.
"What? I'm just wondering!" Cartman said, putting up his hands in mock surrender.
Kenny narrowed his eyes, and crushed the remains of his finished cigarette into the snow beneath him before standing.
"If you absolutely have to know, fatass, I buried him and my dad's shitty gun in South Park cemetery. Nothing but dead bodies there, and there are gunshots in my neighborhood all the time, so it was nothing out of the ordinary," he said, disgust in his tone as he made his way over to Cartman and punched him in the face.
"Eh! What was that for, Kenneh!" he screeched, holding his injured cheek.
Kenny was back up against the hospital before he answered. "Waking me up, asshole. I had a rough night, and I'm fucking tired. I'm gonna have another rough night tonight." Kenny groaned, cracking his knuckles.
"What do you need to do tonight, dude?" Stan asked, stretching slightly.
"I need to tell the cops that Mr. Carteris dead. I figure I'll tell him something along the lines of, "He got shot at a bar not too far from here by and unknown person. They buried him in the cemetery so they couldn't get caught.", so they don't have to keep looking for him. Stupid bastard," Kenny said simply, closing his eyes tiredly.
Kyle kept shifting in his seat, like he was afraid that the police force would jump from the sky and arrest them all. Stan sighed.
"What's the matter, Kyle?" he asked, causing Kenny to open his eyes to gaze at the boy.
"I just..." Kyle sat cross legged again, holding his head with his hands. "I just don't know if I can deal with my best friend being a murderer," he said quietly, covering his face with his hands.
Kenny snorted. "Don't think that I killed him, say I hurt him in self defense and he bled to death." He looked down at the ground, his eyes humorless. "Besides, I'm pretty sure Stan killed more Japanese people when he was destroying their whaling boats filming Whale Wars than me just killing one guy."
Kyle let out a strangled groan, falling back on the snow so he was lying down.
"You guys are impossible," he murmured, laying his hands out at his sides.
"Yeah, we try, Jew," Cartman said distainfully, squashing the remains of his cigarette under his snow boot.
"Shut up, Cartman," Kyle said, but he sounded more tired than angry. Rolling over so he was facing Kenny, he propped his head up on his arm. "So.. this is all over? The whole thing about hiding Marie and shit?"
Kenny smirked, nodding slightly. "Yeah. Yeah, it is. Let's go back in now before Kimberly eats my fucking head off."
The other three nodded in agreement, and they all went back inside, leaving all their stress out with the snow.
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Sorry if this chapter seemed short, but I only wanted a chapter with just Stan, Kyle, Cartman, and Kenny together. So I wrote this.
(And yes, I believe Cartman would be a smoker, only because he thinks it'll boost his image.)
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