Ugh, sorry it's taking so long guys! Things have gotten a little hectic lately, so thanks for being so patient. :D This chapter's a little short, but the next one will pick up and be more exciting, I promise! Until then, enjoy! :)

"Dude, call an ambulance," Stan choked out between sobs. "This has gone way too far."

Cartman nodded and pulled out his cell phone. Just as he was about to dial the number, a wail from Parker made him jump and nearly drop the phone.

"NO! P-PLEASE!" She clutched Stan's shirt tighter and her knees gave way, sending her crashing back to the floor and nearly taking the raven-haired boy with her. He kneeled and rubbed her back, giving her a confused look. "They…They can't know w-what happened here…please!"

Stan frowned, heartbroken at her current condition. "Parker, we have to get you to the hospital. Plus, we can't just leave Wendy and Bebe here like…that." He took a look at the girls' bodies and hunched away from the sobbing brunette, not wanting to accidentally puke on her.

The fat teen nodded solemnly. He didn't want the little brunette to be so scared and sad, but he didn't want to just leave everything the way it was. A sudden thought came to him: even if they did call an ambulance, how would they be able to get the girls into the vehicle and explain what happened without the three of them looking like murderers? The one who would take the most heat, he knew, would be Parker. People have been on her case nonstop since Tweek's death. There was no way she'd be able to go through that again, especially in her current state. With a sigh, he slipped the phone back into his pocket and made his way over to the crying girl and Stan, and sat on his knees beside them and whispered words of encouragement to her. He gave Stan a sad look, and the noirette returned it not a second later. They knew what had to be done.

"G-Guys…?"

The two looked down, unsmiling. "Yes, Parker?"

She looked up at them, eyes red and puffy and stained with tears and blood. "D-Do you guys h-hate me…?"

Stan was stunned. "What? No! We could never hate you, Parker!"

"Yeah, we love you more than anything," Cartman replied, giving her a hurt look. "Why would you think we hate you?"

The brunette was silent. She looked down to the floor, more tears rolling down her cheeks, and shook with the force of her repressed sobs. "I-I brought this…this curse with me…and I…" She sighed shakily and curled up, screwing her eyes shut. "And he's k-killing everyone in South Park…! They won't stop until I'm…until I'm d-dead!"

The boys were heartbroken. They'd never seen their friend act this way before, and they were scared for her. Carman and Stan exchanged a look, silently conversing without a single word, and nodded. Slowly they helped Parker up to her feet, balanced her while they slipped her pants on, and held her arms up over her head to pull her shirt on. Once the two got her all dressed, they quickly pulled her toward the door and shut it tight behind them, taking one last look inside at the dead girls inside. As bad as it hurt them, there was nothing they could do for them. The three went back downstairs as nonchalantly as possible (with the exception of Parker's stifled sobs, of course, but she was trying to play it cool) and spotted the front door. Almost in the clear, Stan and Cartman realized with a smile. Just as the noirette's fingers touched the handle, a hand clamped down on his shoulder, making his stomach drop in dread. Were they found out already? He turned to find Red staring him down, looking worried.

"Stan, have you seen Wendy and Bebe? I can't find them anywhere!"

He glanced at Cartman out of the corner of his eye. The fat teen shook his head oh-so-slightly, and Stan shrugged. "Uh, I don't know, Red. Last I heard, they were in the kitchen." He looked around, pretending to look for the missing girls. "Maybe they're mingling? Or even outside in the backyard?"

Red gave him a skeptical look, but finally smiled a little and nodded. "Yeah, you're probably right. Thanks Stan!" She turned and made a bee-line for the kitchen, eager to check the backyard for her friends. Stan, Parker, and Cartman used this to slip away from the party and run back home.

The night air was cool, and felt like it was growing colder by the second. Stan and Cartman kept their eyes on the street ahead of them, worried that the police would find out what happened and arrest them. Parker, on the other hand, was in a panic over something besides the police; she was keeping her eyes out for Slender Kenny. There was no doubt in her mind that he was out there, watching her from the shadows with an evil, bloodthirsty grin on his colorless face. Her hip stung terribly from her carving, and running like this in tight jeans wasn't helping in the least. It was okay, though; it reminded her that was she was still alive…for now. The trio hurried past different streets, ducked behind houses when a noise was heard, and kept as quiet as possible. Cartman was running out of breath, but not once did he complain. He knew now wasn't the time. Stan's fingers were entwined with Parker's as he pulled them along in the dark, keeping alert for anything or anyone out on the streets. They were halfway across town. Almost home. Stan and Cartman grinned at the fact, but the panicking brunette could care less until they were physically inside the house. Behind them a twig snapped, echoing through the night air. Parker nearly screamed, until the boys each covered her mouth with their free hands. They ran faster, hearts racing and fear rising. A gust of icy wind blew past them and more snapping of twigs. Sinister laughter, just barely above a whisper, rang through the deserted streets, sending the friends' fear on high alert. Finally they reached Stan's street, and bolted up to the house. After a minute of fumbling with his keys (and nearly dropping them out of pure terror when that damned laughter hit his eardrums again), he finally opened the door and let the other two sprint inside before slamming the door shut behind himself and locking it up tight. They were safe now.

"Okay…I-I think we should be alright now," Stan said, staring at the front door with wide, frightened eyes. It was as if he were expecting something to break it down, but thankfully, nothing did. He let out a relieved sigh and dumped himself on the couch. Although they weren't completely out of the woods just yet, one problem was taken care of. Now all the had to worry about was –

His cell phone buzzed and vibrated in his back pocket, making him jump. Quickly he pulled it out and looked at the Caller ID. It was Red. "Uh-oh," he mumbled. He gulped nervously and hit the answer button, and held the phone up to his ear. "Hello?"

"STAN, IT'S HORRIBLE! THEY'RE DEAD! THEY'RE BOTH DEAD!"

The fat teen and the frightened brunette stared at him, knowing what was happening. They frowned and turned away, leaving Stan to talk to her in some privacy. Stan's stomach felt like it dropped out his butt, but he remained as calm as he could and feigned ignorance.

"What are you talking about?"

"Bebe and Wendy! They're both dead, Stan! I-I came up to check and see if they were in Bebe's room, and when I opened the door, I..." He winced when he heard her retching in the background, and the sound of something hitting water. She must have been in the bathroom, making friends with the toilet. "Stan, I don't know how this happened! Please, you have to help me!"

"Red, listen…I don't think there's much we can do if they're gone. I'm sorry…"

The girl on the other end of the line was in hysterics now, sobbing loudly nearly to the point of screaming. The noirette felt terrible, but there really was nothing much he could do now. He wished more than anything to bring the girls back to life, but he knew that would never happen. It couldn't happen. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, guilt eating away at his insides. Should he tell the truth, or keep playing dumb?

"It was…It was Parker, wasn't it Stan?"

The noirette nearly dropped the phone. How could she even say that? "What? No! How could you think he'd do that to them?"

"Face it Stan; he's killed off your best friend off, he's probably responsible for Kenny disappearing, and he put Craig in the hospital. Last I heard, he's missing an arm! Tell me that would have happened without the new kid around, Stan! I dare you!"

"HE'S NOT RESPONSIBLE RED, AND YOU KNOW IT! HE WOULDN'T HURT A FLY!" Stan could see Parker huddled against a wall out of his peripheral vision, staring at him with wide, frightened eyes. Damn, he hated scaring her. In a calmer tone, he said into the phone, "I know it might look bad, Red, but trust me; he's innocent. Why can't you just trust me on this?"

On the other end, Red sighed. "Face it Stan; there's too much evidence against him at this point. He should have moved to another town from the very beginning. Now it's only gonna be worse for him."

"What do you mean by that?"

"You'll find out soon enough Stan." The dial tone rang through his ears uncomfortably as he realized she hung up on him. Scowling, he hung up his own phone and chucked clear across the room, feeling a tiny twinge of pleasure when the cellular device cracked and fell to the floor. He let out another sigh and stared at the ready-to-cry Parker, thinking of a plan to keep her safe from Red. Forcing a smile, he patted his lap in an invitation for her to come sit with him. Almost reluctantly she obliged, and Stan had her rest with her head against his chest. He smiled and petted her hair, staring off into space.

"S-Stan…?"

He looked down at her, eyebrows raised slightly. "Hm?"

"I'm in trouble, aren't I?"

The raven-haired teen frowned. His heart hurt when she said that. Hugging her tight, he whispered, "No, you're not in trouble, kiddo. I'll make sure of that."

Cartman looked at him, already knowing where the phone conversation went. He frowned at Stan, who returned it out of Parker's line of vision, and waited until she fell asleep to talk about it. Not even an hour passed when the brunette had passed out. The smallest grin spread over Stan's face as he picked her up and gingerly carried her upstairs to his room bridal-style. He set her on the bed and covered her with a small blanket, and hesitated a moment before leaning down to softly kiss her forehead. Afterwards he went back downstairs and joined to fat boy on the couch. They were worried, to put it simply. Cartman turned to look at him, and Stan nodded.

"I think Red's planning to hurt Parker," he stated grimly.

"What will we do about it?"

Stan thought a moment, trying to put the pieces together in his mind. "We'll tell her to stay home. School's nearly over, so if we can just get her out of harm's way for even one day…"

Cartman nodded. "Yeah. When do you think Red will attack?"

"Most likely Monday…"

"But…wait, that's tomorrow!"

Stan hunched over and held his face in his hands. His nerves were frayed at the very thought. "Dude, we have to make sure she stays here. There's no other way."

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! The alarm clock rang through the small bedroom, startling Parker out of a decent night's rest. She rubbed her eyes tiredly and glanced over to the clock, reading the time as quarter to seven. She started to panic, wondering who'd been messing with her things, when she quickly realized she wasn't in her own bedroom. She was in Stan's. Recollection of the previous night flooded her foggy mind, and she nodded with a crestfallen look on her face. She wasn't looking forward to going to school today. She knew everyone at the party last night probably found out about Wendy and Bebe, and there was no doubt in her mind that they would come after her. Tiredly she looked around, noticing that Stan and Cartman were nowhere to be found. Her heart stopped as she feared the worst, and nearly screamed when a figure stood in the doorway; when the light revealed it was only Stan, unharmed, she let out a relieved sigh and grinned.

"Morning," she greeted tiredly. She swung her legs off the bed and stretched before rising to her feet, giving Stan a little smile. When he didn't return it, however, she tilted her head curiously. "What's wrong?"

"You can't go to school today," the noirette replied. "None of us can. Cartman and I thing Red's up to something, and we don't wanna risk you getting hurt. So…come with us today, okay?"

The brunette raised a brow, but didn't argue. She nodded and excused herself to shower, and came back minutes later wrapped in a towel. Stan couldn't help the blush dusting his cheeks, and told her to come down when she was all done. He quickly descended the stairs and was surprised to see Cartman awake and eating poptarts, but smiled anyway and went into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of orange juice. Then he went back out to the living room to sit with Cartman until Parker was ready.

"So," the fat boy said between bites, "what's the plan, Stan?"

Stan chuckled. "Simple." He took a long drink of his juice and stared at the television set. "We avoid getting caught."

Yes, rather short. But! Like I said, things will get more exciting in the next chapter. Got some new music to inspire me muahaha! As always, reviews are loved and appreciated :D