Chapter 21
- The End.
Kimmy turned silently back to the wall, and Kyle turned away, heading downstairs. She followed him, less reluctently. For some reason, he seemed less scary now. Although it seemed he was ingoring her.
Stan, on the other hand, was scared shitless. He was still running down the street, but he was closer. He had ran the whole way, and his legs were tired. But he ingored it, he was here.
Kyle looked through a crack in the borded up windows, and watched as Stan slowed his run, and came to a halt in front of the house. Kimmy stood behind him, watching.
"Is he here?" She asked.
"Yes."
"Whats going to happen?"
That, he soon realised, he didnt have an answer for. What exactly had he been planning? Now that Kimmy wasnt scared of him, this was going to be less climatic. Stan, though, he didnt know his emotions. Kyle had the guess that it wasnt going to be different from when they were kids. He was going to try to be a hero, beat the shit out of the villain, then eventually get the girl. Stan had always thought of life as a comic book. Stupid ass.
Stan burst through the doors, interrupting Kyle's thoughts. He looked surprised, seeing that Kimmy was fine and Kyle was just staring out the window, in a daze. Forgetting Kyle, he went straight to Kimmy.
"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" He asked her.
"Yes, yes I'm fine. But you need to listen, Kyle's not trying to hurt us. You have to listen to him. Kyle, tell him!" She called.
Kyle made no reaction, just stared out the window. The time had come, and he had no idea what to do. Well, he did, but something inside said no.
"Kyle?" Kimmy's voice again.
He turned around. " No, I dont think I will." He said, as calmly as possible.
"What?"
"It doesnt matter. I just thought it would be easier..." His voice cracked, raising a pitch. He coughed a bit, and lowered it again. He'd have to hurry.
"You're not going to like what I have to do.... but it must be done."
Stan moved in front of Kimmy protectively, but she made her way around him.
"But I thought you didnt want to hurt us...." Tears welled in her eyes. "I thought we were friends...."
There it was again. Kyle coughed a bit more, feeling that choking feeling in his throat. His voice was cracking, getting harder to talk. He was running out time.
Stan whispered quietly to Kimmy, over his shoulder.
"Whats wrong with him?"
She whispered back. "I cant explain."
"What do we do?"
"I dont know.... try to help him."
"what? Are you crazy? Help him?"
That was the stupidest thing Stan had ever heard. She wanted to help the person who had killed her cousin, tried to kill her friend, and was attempting to kill them.
Still, it was worth a shot.
"Kyle, w-we want to help you."
Kyle slowly placed a hand around his own neck, then looked up at them.
"Help me?" He said, anger in his cracking voice. "How could you want to help me? You're the reason I'm like this!"
"What?"
This time, Kyle didnt bother to mask his anger.
"You stupid ass. This, everything, it your fault." He looked straight at Stan. "Your the reason Kenny's dead. The reason why I killed him. The reason why I hate all of you so much.... for making me like this....."
Stan was in utter shock. How was it his fault?
"B-but how?"
"You really dont know anything about ghosts do you? Dead people are only ghosts for a reason..."
"Unfinished Business." Kimmy finished. "But how could you have unfinished business? You're only ten years old."
Then, he realised it. Everything came back to him. It really was his fault. He looked up into Kyle's hate-filled eyes, and knew that Kyle knew it too.
"Friends Forever." They both said.
"But, people say things like that all the time..."
"Its sad, isnt it? Not realising you're putting you're best friends sanity on the line."
"So thats it?" Kimmy said. " Everything explained? You're killing off youre friends so you can get an after life? Isnt that little severe?"
"You have no idea what I've been through."
"Isnt there another way?"
Another thing clicked in Stan's head. Somehow, Cartman had figured out a way to stop Kyle, but just when he was about to die.
"Kyle," Stan said, walking towards him, " I think I know a way to stop this. Just stop being friends with us. Its that easy."
Kyle lowered his head turned away. Kimmy watched silently, kicking herself for not realising that earlier. Then she saw it.
Kyle's sleeves were wet, dripping with a black grime. Slowly, emerging from his right hand, was a long pointed object, covered in grime, with a hint of silver.
A blade.
"STAN LOOK OUT!"
Stan turned in surprise, but it was too late. Kyle had turned at the sound of her voice and stabbed him in the side. He grunted, then fell to the floor, his jacket dripping with blood.
She screamed and ran to him, desperatly tearing off a piece of her shirt and tying it around the wound. Streaks of black grime circled around it. Kimmy cried and sobbed, hoping he wouldnt die.
"Kimmy... Kim, its okay." Stan sounded weak, but ok none the less.
"Stan, you're okay!"
"Yes, but hold on..... we have to...." He whispered the instuctions.
Kyle had stood and watched all of this. Somehow, and he really didnt know how, it had sort of touched him to see the way she ran to him. Like she really cared for him. Maybe she did. Oh well.
"Kyle..." Kimmy slowly whispered. "I hate you."
A sharp, stabbing pain hit him straight in the arm. It hurt alot. He looked over, only to see he was bleeding a strange black substance. Kyle sowly reached over to touch it, but only more of it got on his fingers.
"What did you say?"
"I hate you."
Another stab, and he bled even more. "Stop it." His voice had snapped to its limit, it sounded raspy, dead.
"I hate you." Stan said it this time. Kyle's other arm gave way, spreading black grime all over his coat.
"Please, stop it. It hurts."
They both stood up, Kimmy supporting Stan. Hatred in their eyes. "We both hate you. Alot."
Another, this time in his back. "For the love of god stop it!"
"No Kyle, we wont stop. We hate you."
"STOP IT!"
"I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." They chanted together, nonstop.
"please....." It was all Kyle could get out now. Everything hurt so much.... tears were rolling down his face, black, like his blood.
Finally, he collapsed to the floor. He had lost... it was strange. This was what he wanted, why did he feel so... hurt?
At least a minute later, Kyle was gone. Kimmy and Stan had watched it all, he had stopped talking after awhile, stopped struggling later. Then just seemed to.... melt.
"Goodbye Kyle." Stan said, for hopefully, the last time.
He turned to go, but Kimmy stopped him.
"Look." She said, and pointed behind him.
Stan turned around, and standing behind him was Kyle. Not the scary, evil, teenage Kyle that had hurt them, but the small, ten year old Kyle that he knew so well. He looked sad.
"Im sorry." He said.
Little Kyle slowly closed his eyes, then turned around.
"Wait," Kimmy said. She took a brown package from her coat, then opened it in front of them. Inside, was Kyle's green hat. She handed it to him, then he smiled. And slowly faded from sight.
"Goodbye" Kimmy said, tears rolling down her face.
- The End.
Kimmy turned silently back to the wall, and Kyle turned away, heading downstairs. She followed him, less reluctently. For some reason, he seemed less scary now. Although it seemed he was ingoring her.
Stan, on the other hand, was scared shitless. He was still running down the street, but he was closer. He had ran the whole way, and his legs were tired. But he ingored it, he was here.
Kyle looked through a crack in the borded up windows, and watched as Stan slowed his run, and came to a halt in front of the house. Kimmy stood behind him, watching.
"Is he here?" She asked.
"Yes."
"Whats going to happen?"
That, he soon realised, he didnt have an answer for. What exactly had he been planning? Now that Kimmy wasnt scared of him, this was going to be less climatic. Stan, though, he didnt know his emotions. Kyle had the guess that it wasnt going to be different from when they were kids. He was going to try to be a hero, beat the shit out of the villain, then eventually get the girl. Stan had always thought of life as a comic book. Stupid ass.
Stan burst through the doors, interrupting Kyle's thoughts. He looked surprised, seeing that Kimmy was fine and Kyle was just staring out the window, in a daze. Forgetting Kyle, he went straight to Kimmy.
"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" He asked her.
"Yes, yes I'm fine. But you need to listen, Kyle's not trying to hurt us. You have to listen to him. Kyle, tell him!" She called.
Kyle made no reaction, just stared out the window. The time had come, and he had no idea what to do. Well, he did, but something inside said no.
"Kyle?" Kimmy's voice again.
He turned around. " No, I dont think I will." He said, as calmly as possible.
"What?"
"It doesnt matter. I just thought it would be easier..." His voice cracked, raising a pitch. He coughed a bit, and lowered it again. He'd have to hurry.
"You're not going to like what I have to do.... but it must be done."
Stan moved in front of Kimmy protectively, but she made her way around him.
"But I thought you didnt want to hurt us...." Tears welled in her eyes. "I thought we were friends...."
There it was again. Kyle coughed a bit more, feeling that choking feeling in his throat. His voice was cracking, getting harder to talk. He was running out time.
Stan whispered quietly to Kimmy, over his shoulder.
"Whats wrong with him?"
She whispered back. "I cant explain."
"What do we do?"
"I dont know.... try to help him."
"what? Are you crazy? Help him?"
That was the stupidest thing Stan had ever heard. She wanted to help the person who had killed her cousin, tried to kill her friend, and was attempting to kill them.
Still, it was worth a shot.
"Kyle, w-we want to help you."
Kyle slowly placed a hand around his own neck, then looked up at them.
"Help me?" He said, anger in his cracking voice. "How could you want to help me? You're the reason I'm like this!"
"What?"
This time, Kyle didnt bother to mask his anger.
"You stupid ass. This, everything, it your fault." He looked straight at Stan. "Your the reason Kenny's dead. The reason why I killed him. The reason why I hate all of you so much.... for making me like this....."
Stan was in utter shock. How was it his fault?
"B-but how?"
"You really dont know anything about ghosts do you? Dead people are only ghosts for a reason..."
"Unfinished Business." Kimmy finished. "But how could you have unfinished business? You're only ten years old."
Then, he realised it. Everything came back to him. It really was his fault. He looked up into Kyle's hate-filled eyes, and knew that Kyle knew it too.
"Friends Forever." They both said.
"But, people say things like that all the time..."
"Its sad, isnt it? Not realising you're putting you're best friends sanity on the line."
"So thats it?" Kimmy said. " Everything explained? You're killing off youre friends so you can get an after life? Isnt that little severe?"
"You have no idea what I've been through."
"Isnt there another way?"
Another thing clicked in Stan's head. Somehow, Cartman had figured out a way to stop Kyle, but just when he was about to die.
"Kyle," Stan said, walking towards him, " I think I know a way to stop this. Just stop being friends with us. Its that easy."
Kyle lowered his head turned away. Kimmy watched silently, kicking herself for not realising that earlier. Then she saw it.
Kyle's sleeves were wet, dripping with a black grime. Slowly, emerging from his right hand, was a long pointed object, covered in grime, with a hint of silver.
A blade.
"STAN LOOK OUT!"
Stan turned in surprise, but it was too late. Kyle had turned at the sound of her voice and stabbed him in the side. He grunted, then fell to the floor, his jacket dripping with blood.
She screamed and ran to him, desperatly tearing off a piece of her shirt and tying it around the wound. Streaks of black grime circled around it. Kimmy cried and sobbed, hoping he wouldnt die.
"Kimmy... Kim, its okay." Stan sounded weak, but ok none the less.
"Stan, you're okay!"
"Yes, but hold on..... we have to...." He whispered the instuctions.
Kyle had stood and watched all of this. Somehow, and he really didnt know how, it had sort of touched him to see the way she ran to him. Like she really cared for him. Maybe she did. Oh well.
"Kyle..." Kimmy slowly whispered. "I hate you."
A sharp, stabbing pain hit him straight in the arm. It hurt alot. He looked over, only to see he was bleeding a strange black substance. Kyle sowly reached over to touch it, but only more of it got on his fingers.
"What did you say?"
"I hate you."
Another stab, and he bled even more. "Stop it." His voice had snapped to its limit, it sounded raspy, dead.
"I hate you." Stan said it this time. Kyle's other arm gave way, spreading black grime all over his coat.
"Please, stop it. It hurts."
They both stood up, Kimmy supporting Stan. Hatred in their eyes. "We both hate you. Alot."
Another, this time in his back. "For the love of god stop it!"
"No Kyle, we wont stop. We hate you."
"STOP IT!"
"I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." They chanted together, nonstop.
"please....." It was all Kyle could get out now. Everything hurt so much.... tears were rolling down his face, black, like his blood.
Finally, he collapsed to the floor. He had lost... it was strange. This was what he wanted, why did he feel so... hurt?
At least a minute later, Kyle was gone. Kimmy and Stan had watched it all, he had stopped talking after awhile, stopped struggling later. Then just seemed to.... melt.
"Goodbye Kyle." Stan said, for hopefully, the last time.
He turned to go, but Kimmy stopped him.
"Look." She said, and pointed behind him.
Stan turned around, and standing behind him was Kyle. Not the scary, evil, teenage Kyle that had hurt them, but the small, ten year old Kyle that he knew so well. He looked sad.
"Im sorry." He said.
Little Kyle slowly closed his eyes, then turned around.
"Wait," Kimmy said. She took a brown package from her coat, then opened it in front of them. Inside, was Kyle's green hat. She handed it to him, then he smiled. And slowly faded from sight.
"Goodbye" Kimmy said, tears rolling down her face.
