Chapter XVI

Trickling Blood

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Today (Oct. 1st) is my sweet 16 so yeah I decided to write this...even though I'm not too thrilled about it. I know one of my friend's uncle's funeral is tomorrow and so I'm giving my regards in spirit because I cannot make the funeral...and that's may be the reason I feel so lousy.

Everyone has a spark of madness...the question remains will you use it or not?

I can't recall when I left Kyle's house but I do know I didn't use the door...

When I got to my room I found that I had twigs and leaves in my hair and lots of fresh soot all over my jacket. I took it off and threw it against the door. I look around my room and I cannot see any figment or Qualik or whatever that's living in my brain. I collapse on my bed and stare at my ceiling. My brain feels so numb and the blood has ceased to flow to my fingertips. If I was an insomniac, maybe the figments will leave me alone. I just want to be left...alone.

Why did I have to be this psycho's toy of amusement? I wanted a normal life...well as normal as I can get. Killing and insanity is not what I wanted to accomplish in life...maybe just passing high school. Then again, I don't even know what I was to be when I was older. Probably doomed to say 'Would you like fries with that?' and never getting far in this life.

Actually, when I think about it...Insanity is just another excuse for me...since I really didn't have a chance in this world and my suicides will always be stopped by people 'who care about my well being'. God...maybe I shouldn't even bother...

"Funny, you look almost innocent..."

I spring up to see Deirdre in her human form leaning against my dresser. "Leave me alone...haven't you caused enough insanity for one day?" I spat at the figment. She let out a sigh and hops off the bureau and comes towards me. "Why did you let me be subjected to that...monster?" I ask her. She just shook her head. "This is why I wanted you to commit suicide, so Qualik couldn't get to you..." she mutters in response.

"Wait, you're not with Qualik?"

"Any 'suicidal' figments are against the head chief of Insanity..."

"Why?"

"Insanity can only grasp the living; it cannot take hold of you when you're dead. Now, figments that promote death isn't something Insanity really appreciates." She sits down on the bed next to me and gives me a smile. For a figment, she is very pretty. "So, that's why you and Clyde were always fighting?" I ask the woman. She nods and pushes a piece of hair behind her perked ears.

"Kenny, if there wasn't a major reason you needed to pass on I wouldn't press the matter. Yes, some of us don't care who lives or who dies but they're new and sophomoric...older figments know the difference between wannabe cutters and the truly damned. Figments push what is hidden within a person...they do not create or destroy emotions already embedded...they just feast upon the emotions to get stronger. You seem like a good kid...behind all the drugs, beer, and sex...and I wish that you would make it in this life...if you weren't branded."

"I have a couple questions..." I begin, "Why was it that I always died when I was a child? I mean, the first several times was funny but after awhile it got pretty dull. Do you know?" I ask the figment. She nodded and took in a breath.

"Yes, see...you were branded insane when you were born. Normally, Insanity waits till their victom is grown and has lost their innocence. Qualik wanted to strip it from you early because you were very special...the whole 6-6-6 thing. He made a deal with a devil...literally. If Satan lets you die and resurrect, Qualik will steer his victims to a path of evil so they'll go to hell...it's a win/win situation. Normally Satan doesn't control souls dying...he doesn't want to dirty his hands with that kind of work but he always wants more souls to torture."

Wow, I didn't think I was that important to be pawned over. I look at a photo that's on my nightstand. It was a picture with my friends...but I'm not in it. See, I spontaneously combusted and my ashes are near Cartman's ass. All those deaths...were because a twisted tangible Insanity decided to rid me of innocence. Well, he did succeed in that retrospect. I would think that there is a reason behind everything...even if it is supernatural.

"Another questions, I thought people created figments?" I asked her. "Originally, yes...people did create figments and some still do create figments. But when the person either dies or represses the figment...they don't just go away. They go to another host and the cycle begins again. Think of it as recycling..." she explains.

"Oh...so I got second hand figments?" I gave her a smart ass grin. Her eyes narrow and let out a hmph. "I'm not second hand, I'm better than half of these new figments running around...there's a couple that look like Pillsbury dough boys, got it from a comic or something along those lines. God, people have no imagination..." she rants. I roll my eyes and give her a smirk. "Hey, don't give me that look...I was not based off of anything...I'm older than you times fifty so don't give me that look..."

I pick my head up and look at the ceiling once more. "Can you tell me how to beat this Qualik?" I ask her. She gives me this look...it wasn't a pleasant look. "You can't beat Insanity...only in death can you be rid of it..." she replies. I could feel my heart sink even further down to the pit of my stomach.
"What about doctors or medications or institutions? Can't they help me?" I ask her. She shakes her head. "They only mask it...and usually they don't know what you have."

I can feel my breath become shallower. I want to exit from this nightmare. "What about Kyle...is he effected? Tell me!" I ask her. She nods her head. "No! Kyle...he can't be...how can depression make you insane?" I ask the figment. "Insanity is in different diseases...depression is the common porthole for Insanity to breed. Kyle will act...well like you, maybe a couple of years...depends how much Kyle resists...or don't resist being more exact." Deirdre explains.

"You know a lot for a figment..." I point out. She lets out a soft laugh. "Yeah, well I've been around for awhile and I pick up on a few things." she says in a airy manner. I wonder; can a living person become a figment? Maybe she was someone that couldn't go to heaven or hell but didn't want to be a ghost so ended up working for things like Qualik. Maybe she really was a porn star?

Deirdre gets up and brushes herself off. "Well, I'm off...I need to do some paperwork and find this kid who thinks he's a hard core cutter...maybe make him feel what it's really like to die..." she says with a wicked grin. "Wait, who do you guys work for?" I ask her. "Duh, the Grim Reaper..." she chirps, "Oh, she's not too bad...she can be a little twisted but she throws great parties!"

"She?"

"Yeah, Death's a girl...her twin sister is Dreams but Delirium is a guy and so is Destiny..."

"Are you making this up?"

"That's for you to decide..."

And a puff of blue smoke...she's gone...

Later that night, I could feel my blood run cold and my heart race faster. I've been up on coffee and its approaching three o'clock. I felt something plop on my stomach. I look to see the purple fur ball is grinning wildly. "Hiya, bub!" he says with a chilling smile. "Leave me alone, Clyde. I don't want to do anything and you can't make me..." I growl at the animal. "Oh yeah?" he challenge me.

He leaps into toward me and goes through my chest. Pain surges through me and I can hardly breathe. It feels like my brain is surging with electrical currents. I fall off my bed and I land on my left side. The pain is so excruciating...it's unbearable. I start screaming but no one comes to my aid.

'Now, this is much better.'

'What are you going to do?'

'I'm going to pay your little friend, Kyle, a visit...'

'Wait! Why Kyle? I thought Qualik needs him!'

'He's better use dead than alive'

Clyde's POV...technically

Possession is something only top figments have no even achieved. That's what happens when you brown nose to the big cheese, Qualik. This sap has no idea the power...it's beyond his comprehension. I start walking toward the door but I almost tripped over some shit on the floor. God, does this kid know how to clean up?

I open the door and looked out into the hallway; no one is up to stop me...perfect. He tries to resist but I have too much control. Heh, if the kid was morally or mentally strong then it would be very difficult to control...lucky me he's morally anorexic and mentally unstable.

I go into the kitchen to find a butcher knife ready to take. I look at my reflection. My eyes are a golden yellow instead of that accursed blue. The color is akin to my own...they're demonic and terrible but that's a good thing. I walk to the window and hop down and land in half melted snow. I almost landed in one of the trashcans...that might've woken up someone. I think I saw some rats scurry toward the trash...lovely.

I keep walking through the snow toward that boy Kyle's house and more and more the boy is trying to resist my control. I'm trying to silence his insolence with waves of pain but it's not working. He's not letting down and it's really annoying.

'You know you can stop doing that...'

'Oh, okay...I'll stop and let you kill the only person that I care about!'

'See, is that so hard?'

'I'm being sarcastic you cunt!'

'I'm not a cunt you fucking douche bag!'

I sent another wave of pain and that silences him a bit. I can see the house, good I'm not too far. I look and there are no lights but tapping in the kid's memory I know the front window is the entrance of his house. I climb up onto the ledge and I pry open the window, quite easily. I look in to see he's sound asleep. I step into the room but the floors creak...mockingly. He stirs but doesn't wake up...good.

I walk over as quietly as possible and hover over him. I saw a reflection of him in the knife...I couldn't help but smile. He opens his eyes and by instinct hide the knife. "Kenny, what are you doing here?" he asks me half awake. I think of an answer quickly. "I...wanted to see you again, I didn't really say a proper goodbye..." I said with a smile. "What's up with your voice...it sound a tad gravelly..." he comments.

"KYLE! RUN AWAY!"

"Kenny?" his eyes widen. I cover my mouth and look around. No, he's regaining control. "RUN AWAY KYLE...BEFORE-" I got control back and I look at him. His composer is rigid and he stinks of fear. He runs for the door but I knock him down. "YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE!" I scream.

He tries to get up but I slice his ankle with the knife. "Aaaagh!" he screams as he buckles to the floor. He tries to crawl to the door but I slice his hand open when reaching for the knob. I locked his door and I pull him by his hair and I drag him near the closet.

"Why are you acting like this, Kenny?" he asks me. I let out a cackle but Kenny keeps on fighting me. "It's what you get for going out with a psychopath..." I reply. I pick up the knife and hold his face. "It such a shame...you are a very pretty boy..." I say while gliding the knife along his cheek. Blood trickles down and he tries to squirm but my grip is stronger. 'Your blood will be just as pretty against my blade..." I hold the knife against his neck and-

'NOOOOOOOO!'

'What the hell?'

'I won't let you...kill him you bastard!'

Kenny's POV

I regained control, holy fucking Christ I did it! I look around to see if I can find a reflection. My eyes are the same, everything is normal again. I drop the knife and fall to my knees...openly crying. "Oh god, Oh goood...I'm sooo terr-ible!" I sob, "K-Kyle...I almost k-killed Kyle!" I look at him and he just stares gaping. "Kenny..." he begins, "Is this really you?" I nod in response but I can't stop crying.

"I n-need to control it...wh-what happens the n-next time? Y-you might not be heeere!" I sob. Kyle crawls toward me and embraces me in a hug. I try into his chest until nothing came out. I felt him pet my matted hair and his lips against my head. I look up at him. "I need help..." I tell him, "I need to leave South Park and find help...it's the only way I...we can be okay." Kyle's eyes swell up with tears.

"No! Kenny, don't leave me! I...need you!" tears roll down his face as it is his turn to cry. I hold onto him tighter embrace. I wipe away the blood from his cheek and look at him. He leans in and grazes his lips against mine. I kissed back but I broke it a minute later. I got up from the floor and walked toward the window. I look at him and give him a smile. "Wait up for me..." I say to him in a half cheery tone. He gives me a smile and nods in response.

Wait up for me...

End of Chapter XVI

HDM: the last chapter is the next one! :squeals: Oh god, I can think of soo much fanart that I could do for this story but I'm tooo lazy. The last scene alone would be soooo cute! Thank you again...I love you all!