Season 4-1
The Dream
Author's Note: I've decided that I do want to add to this fic again. I am not sure how many seasons I'll be doing this time, but I hope at least two. Reviews will help.
The cold wind whipped through the air of a moonless night in South Park, Colorado. Stan Marsh could not hear the gust and debris rapping his window, he was too absorbed in sleep. In his mind's eye he was walking through the halls of South Park Elementary, his old school. He hadn't been in these halls in years, but they still looked the same. All was errily silent, not a student or teacher in sight. The sound of a locker creaking made Stan direct his attention. Chills flooded him as he looked around for what had caused it.
"Stan," came a whisper. "Stan..."
Stan's eyes widened, and he looked around frantically.
"Yes?" Stan asked aloud.
"Stan," a soft voice echoed, a girl's. "Stan..."
Stan watched as the door of a nearby classroom creaked open very slowly. He walked toward it and looked in. It was just a classroom. He stepped into it, noticing a drop in the temprature. Suddenly the door slammed shut behind him, but when he turned around there was no door there, only solid wall. A strange mist filled the room until he could not see anything before or behind him.
"Stan," came the female voice, now a moan. "Stan..."
"Wendy?" Stan whispered.
Suddenly Wendy was standing before him, but she wasn't pretty and pristine like in life. She was bloody and her hair was dishelved. Her eye sockets were gone, and blood was oozing out of the sockets.
"No!" Stan exclaimed, stumbling back and hitting the wall.
Wendy started slowly walking toward him.
"Stan why did you let me die?" she whispered.
"No," Stan whispered. "I didn't. It was Trent Boyett."
"You allowed it," she wheezed, and her voice was terrible and raspy. "You drove me to him. You're a faggot Stan."
Then her voice changed, becoming mingled with a man's voice.
"Faggot," her voice and the man's said. "You let me die."
"No," Stan whispered.
Wendy's mangled form suddenly vanished into thin air. A shadow materialized in the mist, but it was only a shadow. A man with no form.
"Tell them Stan," said the terrible voice. "Tell them that I'm coming back."
"Who are you?" Stan demanded frantically.
The room suddenly became dark. The shadowy figure dissolved and became a mist, wrapping itself around Stan.
"The Prince of Darkness," the voice whispered on the wind. "Tell them the Prince of Darkness is coming back. Tell them to pray for God to save them."
Stan awoke from the dream screaming like a girl. His mother rushed into the room.
"Stanley!" she said gently. "Are you alright?"
"I had a nightmare," Stan whispered. "It was terrible. Worst nightmare I've had since...I don't know."
"It's alright baby," Sharon soothed. "Calm down."
"Kyle," Stan said. "It's Kyle I need. He's coming back."
"Who is?" Sharon asked. "Who's coming back?"
"The Prince of Darkness," Stan spoke strangely. "I don't know who he is. That's all he said. The Prince is coming back."
Across town Butters was clinging to Cartman as he tossed in his sleep. A black haired, black eyed boy dressed in black was in his dream.
"Come on little Butters," the boy teased. "Don't you remember me? Remember your friend Pip? He's in hell right now. You hear me? Pip's in hell, so I'll have a little fun with you."
"Who are you?" Butters asked. "Eric help me!"
"Tubby can't help you," the dark haired boy taunted. "Eric Cartman may be a demon spawn, but I'm the devil of hell. You don't remember me truly? I'm hurt. Maybe this will jog your memory."
The boy raised his finger and Butters cried out as his shirt burst into flame. He woke up, rolling around in agony, as Cartman tried to douse the flames. Finally he beat the fire off his boyfriend with the window drapes.
"Butters, what happened?" Cartman asked, wide eyed.
"The boy in the dream," Butters whispered. "He set me on fire. He said he would jog my memory."
Cartman's eyes widened as he looked at Butters' scorched back.
"What is it Eric?" he whispered.
"Your back," Cartman replied. "Burnt into your back- the letter D."
To be continued...