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Chapter 19

- Unfinished business

"Oh god, Kimmy, no..."

Stan huffed this as he ran down the street. He would've taken his car, but someone slashed his tires. Heh, 'someone.'

He knew exactly where they were. He also remembered exactly how to get there. But it was a long way away...

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"Stan, where are we going?"

Kimmy was starting to get worried. The ride had been so quiet so far, usually there was a conversation going, or at least the radio was going. Stan hadnt said a word since she got inside, and still, he wasnt answering her. What scared her was, this didnt look like Stan's car. It was the same kind, but on the inside, it was different.

Soon, as the ride went on, she started to realise what was happening. The houses they passed by, she knew exactly. There was the school, and Chef's house, and all the others.... and just a few blocks away was......

What was she going to do? Jump out the car, then land perfectly on the sidewalk like in 'speed'? No. She'd run as soon as they got there.

Then they got there. Kyle's house. It was empty, of course. Everything on the old side of town was. Since they were little, South Park had expanded, and everything from their child hood was boarded up and inhabited by hobos.

They pulled into the driveway, and as soon as they came to a halt, Kimmy acted on her plan. She bolted, or tried to. As soon as she began to run, something grabbed her arm. She protested and struggled, but the strong grip kept a good hold on her.

"Please, just dont hurt me, please."

As soon as they were inside, Kyle threw her against the wall. Her head smacked against the wall behind her, and she began to sink to the floor, but Kyle held her up. He was back to his disdusting self again, no more pretending to be other people. This would be unpleasant.

"Remember in fourth grade when we were dared to make out?"

"Oh god NO"

"We never did fess up to that did we?"

"Please dont..."

But she couldnt stop him. He kissed her, and it was horrible. As soon as he touched she knew he was dead. He tasted like dirt and rotting flesh (among other things) and she swore she felt metal to. From the crash.

But somehow, when the make out began, she.... enjoyed it.

He let go of her, and she sunk to the floor.

"How long has it been since you've been in my house?" He asked.

Longer than nine years, surely. But she didnt answer him.

"I want to show you something." He said, then took her hand and led her upstairs.

They went into his old room. Inside it was like a horror movie. Images were carved into the walls, shakily drawn. As if the artist wasnt sure about what they were, or was afraid of it.

Somehow, Kimmy got her voice back. "What is this?"

"Its where I've been. For nine years. Just staying in here, waiting to see what was going to happen."

Kimmy walked up to the wall, were the most of the pictures were drawn. All in a row, like a timeline. The first image was a stick figure, lying in a bed of flowers, the last one was of some inexplicable monster.

She followed the pictures along the wall, tracing along with her finger. In each image, the stick figure slowly changed, as did the scenery. Until it got to the monster.

After, she went back to the middle one. It was the stick figure, but slightly taller. He had an angry smile on him, and had little claws for hands. Then she understood.

Kyle's voice was shaky, and childish. He was scared. "I just want to end it."