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Hell's Pass

Before the sun had even risen properly, Kyle's alarm clock buzzed loudly into his ear announcing it was time to wake up to get ready school. The thought only made rolling out of bed worse. He blinked a few times and finally headed down the stairs to the living room. He poked Stan who didn't budge, repeating the process until Stan smacked him but had woken up.

"Do we really have to go to school?" Stan whined, sounding alarmingly like Cartman. Kyle just rolled his eyes and went to go take a shower.

As Kyle got out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist, he headed back to his room, and almost shit his pants as he opened the door. Stan was changing into one of Kyle's shirts as he hadn't brought any of his own, and he turned calmly to Kyle, ignoring his friend's blushing face.

"Need something?" Stan said with a laugh, tossing Kyle a T-shirt.

Kyle shut the door and sprinted back to the bathroom, leaving a very confused Stan in his room. Why was Stan doing this to him? It was driving Kyle insane how much he wanted to be the one in Stan's arms.

'Hold me tight... the way you do Christophe... that would make me the happiest person in the world,' Kyle thought glumly, because his wish would never come true.

There was a knock on the bathroom door, and Stan called through the door, "You okay, Kyle?" Kyle nodded, forgetting Stan couldn't see him, and opened the door, retreating back to his room without another word, and dressed quietly.

Stan, deciding Kyle had totally lost his mind, decided to just go eat breakfast without waiting for him. When Kyle appeared in the kitchen, he seemed a bit less red in the face, and he was carrying a few papers which he set on the counter.

"You left your copied homework on my bed," Kyle explained coolly as Stan peered over at the papers.

"Hmm... that'd be a shame if I accidentally left it here, after all that hard work I put into it."

Kyle and Stan made their way to the bus stop where Cartman and Kenny were already sitting in the middle of the street, looking at something on the ground.

"Come on, Kenny, eat it!"

"Why would I eat a mouse, Eric?"

"Because they always eat you!"

"No they don't!" Kenny suddenly looked up to see Kyle and Stan arriving and lost all interest in the white mouse which quickly ran away from them. Cartman moved out of the street muttering something about Kenny being a wuss but Kyle and Stan went over to join Kenny.

"Hey guys," Kenny said with a grin to the two of them.

"Hey Ken–" Kyle had started to greet him back, but at that moment the bus had arrived... running over Kenny.

"Oh my God! They killed Kenny!"

"Oh well, we've gotta go to school," Kyle said as he got on the bus.

Cartman hesitated before getting on the bus too as the white mouse returned to chew on Kenny's corpse, "I told him they eat him."

"He's going to miss algebra," Kyle said as he took his usual seat, joined shortly by Stan.

"I think dying is a perfectly good excuse to miss class," Stan said with a snicker as he closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep before they arrived at school. When the bus pulled up at South Park Secondary School, the three got off, surprised for a second when the bus driver smiled at them and said she hoped they had a good day at school.

"She's nothing like Ms. Crabtree," Cartman thought aloud, as they all headed to algebra.

"She is, on the other hand," Kyle whispered as they entered the math classroom, their teacher standing at the front of the room, looking crossly at them.

"Sit down! You're late for class!"

"No we're not!" Cartman protested immediately, looking at the clock hanging on the wall. "We're five minutes early!"

"Oh... all right, then." Ms. Harris turned to the blackboard without any further complaint, and the three rolled their eyes.

"I think it is Ms. Crabtree in her second life..." Stan said quietly as they sat down in the back of the room.

"So what're we doing after school?"Cartman asked as the 7:20 bell rang to signal class had started.

"Sorry, I can't do anything today, I already have plans...."Stan said so quietly it was hard to hear him.

"With who?" Cartman asked, looking surprised. Kyle, on the other hand, wasn't as dumb as Cartman, and his blood ran cold.

'I'd just gotten him off of my mind and he's going to haunt my thoughts again!' Kyle thought bitterly, wishing Cartman would just drop the subject... but Cartman did no such thing.

"Uhm... my... parents..." Stan said with a slight frown that even Cartman didn't buy.

"Liar."

"Just shut up, fatass!"

"You're going to hang out with your boyfriend, aren't you?" Cartman said with a loud laugh, which resulted in Stan punching him in the face.

"SHUT UP!" The words were yelled by both Stan and Ms. Harris at the same time. The teacher continued with, "Lunch detention, Mr. Marsh and Mr. Cartman."

"Oh, god dammit." Cartman cursed through a bloody nose.

When it was lunch time, Kyle headed off to the cafeteria with Kenny (who had revived in third period), while Stan and Cartman went to lunch detention, both looking incredibly pissy.

"What did they do, anyways?" Kenny asked curiously as he stole a sub out of the lunch line.

"Well, Stan – " Kyle stopped talking as he turned to leave the line, his eyes falling on the two most unlikely people to be eating together. Christophe and Damien. Kenny curiously looked at the strange expression that had just come over Kyle's face.

"What's wrong, Kyle?"

"C'mon, Kenny," Kyle offered no explanation but headed to the lunch table behind theirs so he could eavesdrop onto what they were talking about.

"Seriously, Kyle, what's – ?"

"Shh!" Kyle hissed quickly, placing a hand over Kenny's mouth, though he quickly withdrew it. "Gross, dude, you licked my hand!" Kenny grinned wickedly.

"Tell me what's going on."

"I want to hear...." Apparently Kenny understood Kyle's bad explanation, because he turned his head and spotted them, and nodded in understanding.

"...You're hurting him, Christophe."

"I really don't care what you have to say, Damien," Christophe responded coldly, starting to stand up to leave the table.

"If you make him cry... I'll kill you," Damien said dangerously, and Christophe flushed.

"I can't help that – "

"You could set it right, Christophe, you're just – " but Christophe walked away before Damien could finish his sentence. Damien flipped off the retreating back, but he stood up, too, and headed over to Pip, but Kyle didn't watch him anymore.

"Were they talking about Stan?" Kyle asked Kenny with his eyes wide.

"I dunno... do you think... Christophe physically hurts him?"

"He'd better not be...." Kyle's hands started shaking, and Kenny tried to steer out of the topic before Kyle lost control.

"Is it just me, or does it look like Bebe's rack got bigger?"

As the day came to an end, Kyle walked alone out to the bus, having been held back in the last class of the day because the teacher wanted to have a word with him about a project.

"Freedom at last..." Kyle said brightly to no one, heading out the door only to see the one thing that would rip his heart in half. Pushed up against the flagpole was Stan, Christophe right against him in a deep kiss.

Forgetting that people could see him, tears sprang to Kyle's eyes and he sprinted off in a different direction as fast as he could, crashing directly into two people, knocking them over.

"Kyle?" Damien – sitting on top of Pip, who had been the other person Kyle ran into – looked up, surprised, at Kyle, who now had tears running down his cheeks.

"Why, hello Kyle," Pip said politely, not even noticing the fact that he was crying. Pip casually wrapped his arms around Damien's waist from his position as Damien's chair, but Kyle didn't even notice. He just continued running to his bus.

Damien stood up quickly much to Pip's displeasure, looking around for the source of what had happened. His eyes landed on Stan and Christophe and a look of understanding crossed his face.

"I warned you..." Damien said softly.

Kyle was on the bus, gazing sadly out the window when he noticed something that caught his attention. Christophe was walking most likely to his bus, when Damien appeared out of the shadows and grabbed him, dragging him forcefully towards the woods. Suspicious, Kyle ran off the bus and followed.

Damien's red eyes were glowing with anger, "I told you, Christophe... I didn't want you to hurt Kyle... you don't give a damn about anyone but yourself...."

"Damien..." Christophe's eyes were round and fearful as he tried to squirm away but Damien had a firm grasp on his shoulders.

"DAMIEN!" Kyle appeared, panting, next to Christophe. "What are you doing?!"

"Helping," Damien replied calmly, fire burning in his eyes. "He's been screwing with your friend, it isn't fair. He doesn't even care about Stan. Do you, Christophe?"

Christophe seemed to regain some of himself, "I do care about him...."

"No you don't," Damien said, his eyes narrowing. "Think back to six years ago when you were sent to Hell. When we first met." Damien paused for a moment before continuing. "We hit it off quite well, do you recall? You told me all about yourself before you returned home. Told me all about your love, that Gregory boy or whoever, it doesn't really matter what his name is. You never got over him, Christophe. I can see it in your eyes. When you're with Stan, you're still imagining you're with that kid." Christophe remained mute, though his eyes kept getting more fearful, and Damien laughed coldly. "I told you what I was going to do if you hurt Kyle anymore...."

Eyes still icy, Damien pulled out a miniature blade from his back pocket, but it had obviously been sharpened, because in one fluid movement, Damien had sliced easily through the shirt and skin of Christophe's chest. Kyle finally came to his senses when the French boy's blood splashed across his face and jacket. You love... Gregory... imaging you're with... Stan.... Without thinking, Kyle shoved Damien (knife in hand) out of the way and tackled Christophe, still searing with anger.

"You!" he cried, raising his fist, but Christophe gave a little whimper and he immediately stopped, realizing what he was doing.

"Y-you... h-held me once b-before when I d-died... b-but... I d-don't want you t-to now...."

"You're not going to die," Kyle said in a strangled voice, acting half out of instinct. He picked Christophe up (with difficulty) and moved as fast as he could to Hell's Pass Hospital, which wasn't too far away, leaving a puzzled Damien behind.

"I was doing it for him..." Damien said, his eyebrows raised slightly. "And I can't believe thanks to him I have to give up the opportunity to kill someone. Life's a bitch."

Christophe was put into critical care... Damien had slashed a major valve. Looking at him now, Kyle wasn't sure if he should've saved him. He didn't deserve to live.... Still thinking about this, Kyle went to the lobby to place a call.

Ring. Ring. Riinnngggg.

"Hello?" Mrs. Marsh picked up.

"Hey... this is Kyle, is Stan there?"

"Yes he is, hold on just a second, Kyle." While waiting for Stan to pick up, Kyle nervously shuffled his feet, unsure how to say what had happened.

"Hey Kyle, what's up?"

"Umm... can you come down to Hell's Pass?"

Stan paused for a while before answering, "I hate hospitals, you know that...."

"It's... it's Christophe...."

"...I'll be right there." Without so much as a goodbye, Stan hung up and within five minutes he was rushing in through the door, fear all over his face as he sprinted over to Kyle.

"K-Kyle...? W-what h-happened to him...? Where i-is h-he?" Tears were coming to Stan's eyes, and it was burning Kyle inside knowing that Stan cared so much for him... and Christophe was in love with someone else.

"He's back here, Stan..." Kyle whispered, leading Stan to Christophe's room.

"Christophe!" Stan rushed to his side once they reached the room. Stan threw his arms around him, the tears rushing down his face now. "H-how are you? A-are you okay?" Slowly his eyes fixed on the injury, and then he slid his gaze back to Kyle. There was blood... on his face... and jacket... yet Kyle didn't seem to have any wounds.

Slowly Stan backed away from Christophe's bed, giving his hand a loving squeeze before turning all of his attention to Kyle. "Say, Kyle... um... where did that blood come from?"

Kyle blanked for a moment, before stupidly raising his hand to where the blood on his cheek was. "Oh... you see, when he got cut – " Stan's eyes widened in confirmed horror.

"You did it, didn't you, Kyle?"

"No! Of course I didn't, Stan!"

Stan looked over at Christophe and then back to Kyle. "I want to believe you... I do... but it's just a little... obvious. So don't lie to me, Kyle Broflovski."

"I'm not lying – !"

"Kyle! His blood is all over your face! How can I trust you?! I can't believe you'd do this to him... to me! I hate you, Kyle! I wish you were the one lying in that hospital bed in pain!"