A/N Well I'm happy to announce I've finally graduated high school! No more exams, no more assignments and no more 7am wake-ups :D
Oh and more importantly, more time to write! With that being said, I won't postpone any further. Here's the long-awaited(sorry again) next chapter :3

Cartman POV
Kenny surprised both of us by stepping defensively in front of me.
"No," she argued firmly, "it's not his time."
The cloaked figure in front of us remained as silent as he had been since he appeared. His silence was both ominous and terrifying. Death. There was no denying who he was, I recognised him instantly. Afterall, Death wasn't a presence you easily forgot.
But it didn't make sense. Noone had died. Besides, he rarely showed himself even if someone did. Kenny had died in front of us hundreds of times and we'd never even caught a glimpse. Hell, I hadn't seen him since I was 9 years old and we were trying to kill Stan's grandpa.
Kenny spoke despite the figure's silence, "I know very well what you're capable of, but there's nothing you can do to me that I haven't been through already. Cartman may be a douche, but he doesn't deserve to die. I won't let you take him."

Death never spoke a word, but it became clear Kenny was having more than a one sided conversation. She became more frustrated suddenly and shook her head.
"That's ridiculous! How could anyone possibly earn this fate?" Kenny demanded as their silent conversation continued.
I couldn't move, my feet were frozen in place as if my fear had turned them to cement. What was going on? One moment I'd been trying to hide my father from Kenny, the next we'd been cornered by Death himself. His mere presence seemed to drain all life from the room, leaving an empty mournful feeling in its place. Yet surprisingly, Kenny didn't seem affected. In fact, if anything Kenny seemed comfortable in Death's presence. For the first time in years, I caught a glimpse of the real Kenny McCormick. The person in front of me wasn't the usual quiet, withdrawn child with the fake smile and crude jokes I'd grown up with. This was the determined, fearless and selfless person Kenny became whenever danger presented itself. It was one of the reasons Kenny always seemed so confident as Mysterion. I guess fear and self-preservation must seem like silly traits to have after you've experience death for the hundredth time.

"What!?" Kenny snapped suddenly, breaking me out of my reverie.
She turned to me furiously and I felt my stomach churn at the murderous glint in her eyes, "Necromancy? Really Cartman? Out of all the stupid things you've done in your life, this has got to be the worst!"
"L-listen Kinneh, I don't know what you're talking about," I stuttered, pressing myself harder against the door as if I could somehow slip through it and escape. Kenny's eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms indignantly. Death somehow seemed like the lesser threat as I was now faced with the fuming girl in front of me.
"Tell me the truth," Kenny ordered, her voice carrying a commanding tone that I'd never heard before. Her eyes seemed to flash red for a split second, but the moment was gone so quickly I wasn't sure if I'd really seen it or not.
As if on its own, my voice responded in a monotone drone, "I brought back my father and his wife last night. A few days ago I resurrected my cat, Mr Kitty."
I shook my head furiously, trying to regain control after the startling influence.
"Wait. What the hell? Why did I tell you that?" I gaped, my wide eyes staring at Kenny in panic.
She ignored me as if I hadn't spoken, "You idiot! What made you think you could suddenly mess with the order of life and death? Even Damien's father knows there are rules!"
I momentarily forgot my fear and was filled with sudden anger, "Rules? Don't you tell me about rules! How is it fair that you get to come back whenever you die? You've used me as some sort of power source for years without my permission. All I did was take advantage of that power and give it to someone who actually needs it!"
"What?" her attention suddenly snapped back to Death, worry flashing instantly across her features.
"Well yes he is, but I mean neither of us even knew about the bond until recently…" she fidgeted nervously under Death's unwavering gaze.
"Me? No, you can't be serious. How is any of this my fault?" she flinched in disbelief.
"What? What's he saying?" I whispered, curiosity finally getting the better of me.
She turned to me with a scowl that could stop even the bravest in their tracks.
"He says," she practically growled, "that since it was my power you used and you're my host, that I'm to blame. Apparently the shadow bond somehow makes you my responsibility."
"W-what does that mean? Am I off the hook?" I stammered hopefully.
"Shhhhhhh!" Kenny shushed me angrily and turned back to Death. She was silent as she listened intently to what Death had to say. Her face drained of colour and she looked like she was going to faint.
"There has to be some other way! I mean, I'm not even a real immortal. Those rules shouldn't apply to me!" she insisted anxiously, "but I didn't even know about the rules of the bond. I barely even know what it is!"
Despite Kenny's growing anxiety and yelling, Death didn't seem fazed. In fact, he portrayed an air of disinterest as if this whole situation was tedious and below him. He turned and in the next instant, before either of us could grasp what was happening, he was gone.

Kenny stared at the empty space where Death had stood in silence. We both stayed like that for a few minutes before I couldn't take the silence anymore.
"W-what happened?" I asked hesitantly.
Kenny suddenly dropped to her knees as if she couldn't hold her weight any longer.
"He's going to kill us all," she whispered so softly that I was sure I'd heard her wrong.
"What?" I prompted and she turned to me, her face pale and her eyes wide. She swallowed the forming lump in her throat before she continued louder.
"He said that protocol states if a human disrupts the order of life and death, he must come to collect the stolen debt. He must punish the human by reclaiming not only the stolen soul, but the life of the necromancer who resurrected them."
"So he came to kill me? But he didn't. Why did he leave?" I asked even as I let relief flood through me.
"When he found out you were my host, he said that changed things. That rule only applies to humans. As my host, any actions involving my power are seen as an order from me. So when you resurrected them, technically it is perceived as the will of an immortal," Kenny explained falling silent as she began to stare vacantly, her mind occupied by the events that had taken place.
After a moment, I realised she wasn't going to continue. I took hold of her shoulders and shook her firmly trying to snap her out of this daze. She was falling apart in front of my eyes and I couldn't let her. I had to know what was going on, I had to know I was safe.
"So what happens when an immortal tries to resurrect someone?" I pressed firmly.
My hands continued to grip her shoulders tightly, as if my hold alone could somehow pull her out of this. Her head slowly drifted up to meet my gaze before she finally spoke.
"When one immortal interferes in the affairs of another immortal it's seen as a declaration of war."

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Kenny POV
War.
I couldn't stop the terrible images from flashing in my mind. The terrible situations that were about to come. I knew what War meant; death, suffering, trauma, heartbreak, loss, grief and despair. These were only a few of the consequences that this War was bound to bring.
Human wars seemed like child's play compared to the brutality and destruction that lay in the wake of an immortal battle. The last time I'd fought in an immortal war had been between Heaven and Hell. I'd seen the devastation firsthand. Yet even then, I hadn't even stepped on the battlefield. I'd never even held a weapon. All I'd done was play a stupid game console.
This was real. Death had declared war not only on me, but the entire town of South Park. It didn't matter that I was the only immortal in town. It didn't matter that the innocent human residents had nothing to do with this. They would suffer the consequences anyway. For a war cannot be between only two. Death will surely bring an army, and he'll hurt anyone close to me in the process. Everyone I loved, everyone I cared about, was about to be slaughtered because of me.

No, because of Cartman.

Suddenly my fear was replaced by rage. I wrenched his traitorous hands off my shoulders and leapt to my feet.
"What is wrong with you?" I snapped at him furiously, gripping the front of his shirt with both hands. I slammed him against the wall, unable to contain my growing fury. How could he do this? Didn't he realise what he'd done? He'd unleashed an apocalypse upon the entire town!
Cartman gripped my hands trying to loosen them from his shirt, eyeing my warily.
"C-calm down, Kinneh," he pleaded with me.
"Calm down? You messed with stuff you didn't understand and now we all have to deal with the consequences. You put your selfishness in front of everyone else, like always" I growled through gritted teeth, "don't tell me to calm down."
"I had to do it. I needed to bring him back. I needed to make things right! You wouldn't understand!" he shouted back desperately.
My grip on his shirt faltered slightly as I was reminded of the pain I'd seen hidden inside Cartman's mind. He was wrong. I did understand. More than anyone else probably ever would. Lucky for him, because it was the one thing that stopped me from beating him to a pulp right then and there. With one last deathly glare I released him. He gave a sigh of relief and his hands hovered where I'd gripped him, as if checking everything was still in place.

My anger swirled inside of me like an inferno making my skin burn. My heart raced, blood pounding in my ears. But I knew I had to focus, Butters was still missing. Death's War was coming, but this problem was now. I took a few deep breaths trying to soothe the raging fire inside me.
"Tell me where Butters is, Cartman. I'm not in the mood for your games anymore," I threatened him, my voice dangerously low.
He was silent for a moment as he eyed me carefully before coming to a decision.
"He's in the basement."

A/N Gah so much tension in this chapter, I hope it didn't come off as too dramatic :P
Anyway, thanks again for all your reviews and support. Seriously it means the world to me. And special thanks to Erika Kensuke, as it was her amazing review that gave me the inspiration to write this chapter. I hope I can post more often for you all :3