A/N: Hello everyone, here is the next chapter, finally. I'm sorry it took so long, I just wasn't in much of a writing mood, I'm still not, but I really hate to keep people waiting.

I also dealt with the trolls, at first I didn't mind them, but then they started saying extremely horrible things about my family, so then I finally had enough.

Also, in this story I do three POVs at each part, this part I will do Craig, Wendy, and maybe Kenny or Damien, what do you guys think?
Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this part :)

Wendy's POV

If someone were to mention the town 'South Park', a lot of people would think, oh, that's that small mountain town where all the progressive rednecks live. No one would ever think that the town was full of lies, obsession, and murder.

I never thought that something so horrific could happen in this town, sure crazy stuff happened all the time, but I never thought...

That was, until my best friend was murdered.

Bebe Stevens, she was only fifteen years old when her life was cut short, she was murdered by my ex-boyfriend's best friend.

I wanted to get him back, I wanted to make him pay for what he did to her, but someone had already beat me to the punch.

This crazy guy, Christophe, also known as Ze Mole, was in love with him, and because he didn't return his affections, he killed him, and then killed himself.

There was also another murder, the murder of Eric Cartman, a lot of people were happy about that, he was a pretty horrible person.

Then there was Scott Tenorman, Cartman's half-brother, he was shot to death by Craig Tucker; at least he was with his family now.
Craig himself was tried as an adult, and sentenced to fifteen years for voluntary manslaughter.

The gossiping about me seemed to die down, no one was calling me a bitch any longer, and the girls even invited me to sit back at their table, I guess that was something bright in this time of darkness.

"Wendy, did you take your pre-natal vitamins?" Mom asked, popping her head into the room.

"Yes, I did." I said. I was surprised the baby was still alive, I heard that stress could be very bad for an unborn fetus.

I still didn't know whether the father was Kyle or Stan, I just knew that he or she would not have a normal life.

Speaking of Stan, I hadn't talked to him in awhile, in fact, he hasn't spoken to anyone, if at all, since Kyle was killed in his jail cell.

I knew that he was super close to the edge, so I tried to avoid saying anything to push him over, I didn't want there to be another death, there was already so much death.

I also knew that distancing myself from him could make things worse, however, the last time I tried to go talk to him, Shelley told me to fuck off, and she slammed the door in my face.

Part of me wondered if Stan blamed me for this, I mean, if I had only told the truth to everyone in the first place, then Bebe wouldn't have gotten Kyle expelled, and he wouldn't have murdered her, and he wouldn't have been in that jail cell. It's strange how one little incident could set off a whole domino effect.

No, I decided, this wasn't my fault, I never forced Kyle to kill Bebe, and I never forced Christophe to kill Kyle, they made those choices themselves.

However, I still couldn't help wondering...if I had done things differently, what would it be like now?

Craig's POV

"Dammit Damien! Where are you!" I yelled for the hundreth time before hitting the wall of my jail cell.

For almost three months now, I had been trying to reach him, not only to get revenge, but to get Kyle back as well.

Kyle had died in the hospital from the amount of blood he had lost, he needed a blood transfusion, the problem was, the only person that shared his blood type was already dead; Eric Cartman.

"Hey punk, can you keep it down? I'm trying to sleep here!" My bunkmate, a man in his mid-twenties, yelled angrily.

I flipped him off, not caring if he decided to shank me or something, at least then I'd be able to talk to Damien.

His bark must have been much worse than his bite, because he just snorted, and turned away from me.

I was pacing in my cell, trying to think of more ways to contact Damien, when two guards walked in.

"You have a visitor." One said before they led me out of my cell.

I soon saw Wendy on the other side of the glass. Ugh, what was she doing here? She NEVER liked Kyle, and she had accused both of us of being the murderer.

I thought about turning away, when a thought went through my head, she knew Stan, who knew Kenny. Kenny could die and come back to life, I could get Kenny to talk to Damien, it would be perfect.

I sat on the stool and picked up the phone,

"What do you want?" I asked.
"To see how you were." She said, she sounded so pathetic, that it almost made me feel bad for her.

"How do you think I'm doing? The person I loved is dead, I'm going to be spending the next fifteen years of my life behind prison bars, and oh yea, the one person that I REALLY need to talk to isn't responding." I snapped.

"Oh? You think YOU have it so bad? My best friend was murdered by the guy you were in love with, and Stan isn't talking, AT ALL, oh and another thing, I could be carrying the child of the person who murdered by best friend!" She yelled back.

That angered me, a lot, she was talking about Kyle like he was some sort of murderous monster, he wasn't a monster.

Another thing she said kind of put a damper on my plan, she said that Stan wasn't talking, that meant he probably wouldn't ask Kenny to help me.

That didn't mean that I wouldn't try though.

"Yea, we both have it rough, how about instead of fighting with each other, we help each other." I said.

"And how could you possibly help me? You're kinda stuck in there." Wendy said.

"Yea...I hadn't really noticed..." I said dryly.

"Look, I have a plan, I just need to speak to Damien, could you get Kenny to speak to me?" I then asked.

"Why do you need to speak to Damien for?" She asked.

"To get rev-" I started to say, but then I stopped myself, the less Wendy knew, the better,

"I wanted to bring Kyle back." I said.

"Why would I help you bring back the person who killed my best friend?" She asked.

"Well, for one thing, he might be the father of your child, and another thing, if he's alive, then maybe Stan will start talking again, it could add a little normalcy back in our lives, well, as normal as it can be considering.." I said.

Wendy let out a sigh,

"Okay, I'll talk to Kenny for you, but I can't make any promises." She said.

"Thank you." I said, for the first time in months, I felt like life had a small bit of meaning again.