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So we can take the world back from the heart-attacked

One maniac at a time we will take it back

You know time crawls on when you're waiting for the song to start

So dance alone to the beat of your heart

Hey young blood

Doesn't it feel like our time is running out?

I'm gonna change you like a remix

Then I'll raise you like a phoenix

You're wearing our vintage misery

No, I think it looked a little better on me

I'm gonna change you like a remix

Then I'll raise you like a phoenix

Fall Out Boy- The Phoenix

Kenny's POV:

"I can't believe Craig got captured." I said to Token in disbelief. "I never thought he'd be the one they'd go after first."

"I can't believe they even fucking got into the mansion in the first place." Token deadpanned. "I mean, how did they even find us?"

"I don't know man." I told him. "But it isn't good."

"Oh hamburgers, I hope Craig is okay." Butters said, moving close to me, and grabbing my hand.

I smiled down at him. "I'm sure he's fine, Buttercup."

I looked around at my surroundings. The other Fallen Angels were gathered around. They learned of Craig's kidnapping and just bunched up here for whatever reason.

"Hey Token." Bebe called. "Wendy wants to know what that note and the brown paper thing said."

"Oh well the note was from that Red Devil douche bag, Makowski, and that brown parchment was a missing piece of the prophecy."

Bebe looked confused. "Missing piece."

"Yeah, apparently, there's a baby, the kid of a Guardian and a Fallen Angel, and the Red Devils plan to sacrifice it so they can ultimate power or some shit.

A look of horror and shock crossed her face, and she said, "I-I gotta go." She quickly shuffled away.

What the hell was that about?

I didn't have time to think about it long, because at that moment, Eric rushed into the room.

"Oh my god guys, you're not going to fucking believe it!" He yelled.

"What's wrong Eric?" Butters asked him.

"I was walking around, and I found the graveyard out back," Eric explained. "So I just walked around it. Then I went into the crypt, and saw all the coffins right? So I stopped and just looked at a random one and started thinking, 'What if the angels could develop some kind of magical power thingy that could bring people back to life?' Then the lid opened, and the guy in it sat up, and you guys have to come see this!" He dashed away.

Token, Butters, and I looked at each other, and made our way out to the crypt. Leaning against an open coffin was a familiar-looking brunette boy. I couldn't remember his name. Not until Token screamed in my ear.

"Clyde?!"

"Oh hey guys." Clyde greeted us. "What's going on?"

Craig's POV:

The cell door closes and I'm greeted by quiet. The boy who kidnapped me and his leader just left. Now it's just me. Or is it? I think I can hear people talking.

"Um hello?"I called out.

The talking ceased. Then a low bored voice (kind of like mine) said, "Yeah, what do you want?"

"Well for starters," I said to them. "Who are you people?"

Something was thrown into my cage. I picked up the item. I couldn't see shit, because it was pitch black, so I ran my fingers over it, trying to find out what it was. Hmm... smooth, cylindrical, I can feel a switch on its side too. Is it a flashlight?

I flicked the switch, and a beam of light shined from the object. Yep, it's a flashlight.

I shined the beam over the room, until I found four other kids sitting in a cage about six or seven feet away from me. They all had pale skin, black hair, and bored, uninterested expressions.

"Oh look, another fucking conformist." Said one of them. His hair fell over his eyes, and he had red streaks in his hair.

"He's probably one of those Guardian bitches the posers have been talking about." Said the only girl in the group.

"That's all that those posers have been talking about for the past month." Agreed the tall, curly haired one.

"It's fucking bull shit." Grumbled the little one, who was younger than the other three.

"Who are you guys?" I asked them again.

The fat girl took a drag from her old fashioned cigarette holder and told me, "I'm Henrietta. This is Pete, Michael, and Firkle. As you can probably tell, those fucking posers who locked us all down here are the Red Devils. As for us, we're their complete opposites. We're the Black Devils."

Kyle's POV:

What the hell is going on? I woke up and heard a bunch of noise coming out from the common room, so I went to see what was going on, and everyone was there. I'm serious everybody who lives in the mansion was there.

But where are Craig, Token, Kenny, Butters, Tweek, and more importantly Eric?

I hope nothing happened to him. I mean, he's a racist, anti-Semetic fatass, but he's my racist, anti-Semetic fatass.

I decided to leave the crowd, and just see if maybe they were somewhere else in the building.

After a while of wandering, I couldn't find them anywhere. I decided to just go back to the common room when the lights in the hallway suddenly flickered and went out. Confused and a bit scared, I just stood there.

Suddenly the lights came back on, and in front of me stood a doll. It opened its mouth, and a nursery rhyme began playing.

When a doll sings to you

You should know what to do

Run run till you're far away

Or it could be your last day

For it is blood we have always craved

And you can not be saved

So flee until there's nowhere left to hide

But it's too late, it's time to die

The doll's eyes glowed red, and black sludge spurted out of its mouth. Disgusted, I jumped back as the sludge pooled into a chunky, black puddle on the floor. Gross.

The doll looked up at me and said Time to die.

Without warning, I was knocked off my feet, and was being dragged down the hallway. The doll called out to me one more time.

Sweet dreams.

A/N: Okay guys cliffy! And I'm SOOOOOOO sorry for leaving for so long, but I'm so stressed out even thought school only started a few weeks ago, and I'm already overwhelmed. I'll try to be better at updating. But I guess this is what happens when you take a fan fiction writer with no social life who is on the brink of insomnia and stick her through another year of fucking school. I'd rather be saying, "Washington Redskins, go fuck yourself." Speaking of which, did anyone see the season 18 premiere? So awesome!

Also I heard a rumor somewhere that Cartman is going to admit that he's attracted to men this season, but I'm still trying to find proof. Hopefully it's true.

Sorry for leaving for so long!

-Liv