Chapter 17: White Dreams

Stan slowly opened his eyes; feeling very faint and tired as he did so. He scratched his head in slight confusion as to where he was at the moment. After standing himself up from a lying down position, he looked around the area that he was now situated within. There was nothing, absolutely nothing; nothing but endless surroundings of blank, whiteness that stretched as far as the eye could see. Stan looked down at his body to see that his clothes had disappeared and that the only thing he was now wearing was a pair of white boxer shorts. (The same colour of the surroundings) As for the area itself, it seemed that the walls (if there were any), ceiling and floor were all the same colour and as Stan looked down at the ground, the total blankness of similar colours made it look as if Stan was floating in a dimension of complete blankness and emptiness. There was a warm, buzzing invisible energy encircling around the area and especially around Stan's body; as if it were attracted or even trying to hug him.

"Wh-where the hell am I?" Stan asked himself; scratching his head again and having one eye closed because of his tiredness.

Stan felt dizzy and his vision was going slightly blurry at times. His longish short black hair was slightly moist and damp and stuck to his forehead like glue; running down his head in groups of spiky-looking forms. But he managed to shake his dizziness off and took a few steps forward. The ground was fairly hard like marble flooring and was quite cool. With their being nothing in front of him, he quickly turned back round. But he was soon led into a state of surprise as close to him, he found Kyle, Cartman & Kenny; all lying on the white floor sleeping and like Stan, wearing nothing but blank white coloured boxer shorts.

Stan rushed over to Kyle first and knelt down; shaking Kyle at his side to try to wake him up.

"Kyle, Kyle. Hey dude come on, wake up!" Stan spoke; trying to wake Kyle up. "Dam it; I can't get him to open his god dam eyes." Stan thought for a moment. "Wait a minute, I now what'll get his attention and wake him up." Stan walked a few steps back and spoke again. "OH MY GOD, THEY KILLED KENNY!"

"You Bastards!" Kyle replied; shooting up as he spoke and awoke from his sleep. "Huh? What the hell, where am I?" Kyle spoke to himself as he looked round. "Stan! Is that you?"

"Yeh dude, it's me."

"Dude, where are we…" Kyle looked down "And where the hell's your clothes as well?"

"I dunno where we are. I woke up just now and I'm just as confused as you are. And I have absolutely no idea where my clothes are. But it looks like your clothes have gone too."

"WHAT?" Kyle looked down at his body to see that he too was also wearing just white boxer shots. "Jesus Christ dude, what the hell's going on?"

Stan and Kyle quickly turned to Kenny who they heard yawning and saw stretching his arms as he too woke up. Kenny looked to his left and saw nothing but the whiteness of this strange and mysterious location.

"OH S---!" Kenny shouted "Am I dead AGAIN?"

"No dude, you're and even we're not dead……I think." Kyle replied; which shocked Kenny as he never got chance to look to his right where Stan and Kenny was standing. "Stan? Kyle? What the hell are you guys doing here?"

"We dunno dude. We woke up here and we're thinking the same as you."

"Dude, do you think we actually are dead?"

"Nah, I don't think so." Kenny replied.

"Dude, how would you know?" Stan asked in confusion at which point Kenny gave Stan a very sarcastic look. "Oh right…sorry."

"Well we might as well try and wake up fatass here."

"Why?"

"I dunno, I just think it'll be better for him to see what's going on around here rather than him bugging us in asking us what's going on here later on, if there's even gunna be a later on."

A few minutes later, the four boys were standing next to one another talking about what this unknown place could be.

"And we all don't know where the hell we are."

"God what a faggy place this is!" Cartman spoke. "There could be at least some food around here or sumin."

"Cartman, do you ever stop talking about your god dam f---ing stomach and eating?" Kyle shouted getting pretty annoyed already at Cartman's attitude.

"Meh, yer' see guys, this is why Jews can't stay calm. All they do is rip on what people say. All I was doing was expressing my opinions on the fact that I think there should be food for all of us here."

"No you weren't. You were just complaining about the fact that you're hungry Cartman!"

"I was not Kyle!"

"Look guys, let's not argue, let's just try to find a way out of this place alright." Stan spoke; looking at all three lads as he spoke.

"You can't escape from this place, boys." A mysterious voice called; which for some odd reason sent a cool rush down all four boys' spines. The four boys turned round and were shocked to see the person that they were now looking at.

"What the hell? Who are you?" Stan asked; as the four boys gazed in confusion.

The person who they were now looking at took the form of what appeared to be an 18-year old lad. The lad had a long-sleeved red shirt, dark blue jeans, white shoes and a pair of dark black shades that were positioned across his eyes in a very secretive and mysterious fashion. Taking his hands out of his jean pockets and placing them by his sides, the lad spoke again.

"I'm so glad I finally got to meet the likes of you. It's been a while since I met four boys who had similar characteristics; almost 25 years to be exact"

"…….Dude, you're a kid, how can you be that old, you don't even look 20ish."

The lad smiled and laughed slightly. "Ah, don't judge a book by its cover my friend, I may look 18 in your eyes, but I'm actually over five thousand years old to be a bit more precise. I've just taken this younger form to speak to you four."

The four boys were slightly scared and shocked. "Ex…cuse me?" Kyle asked; expressing the same level of shock as the other three.

"I'm exactly 5,006 years old and I've just taken this form to be able to talk to you. I can take many forms though……such as…" At which point, the lad transformed into an array of objects and items including a ball of light, a golf club, an Xbox360 and even an 8-bit Video Game Sprite version of himself; at which point he turned back into his human form. "God, I love doing that."

"Dude, is this for real?"

"I don't know dude, this guy's obviously not human."

"Ermmmm, excuse me whoever you are, who are you and what's your name?"

"My name?" The lad appeared to be slightly worried "Well, errrr, I don't know, I don't have a name."

"You don't have a name! Dude, are you like one of those like dyslexic people or sumin."

"God, dyslexic people are all a bunch of fags!"

"Shut up Cartman!"

"Tell you what, let's just call myself Omega alright?" The lad spoke.

"Errrr, sure……Omega." Stan slowly spoke; still confused by all this.

"OK then, what do you want to know?" Omega asked.

"Well first off, where the f---ing hell are we?"

"Yeh and can we get some food here, I'm hungry!"

"Shut up Cartman!"

"Ah yes, where are we exactly you ask? Well, as you may have already guessed, you're not on Earth; or even no where near it."

"We're not? Dude this is f---ing messed up right here."

"In truth, you are in a place known as the Mental Dimension."

"The Mental Dimension?"

"Yep, it's an existing dimension that lives within the Physical Dimension; or as you guys call it, 'The Universe'."

"So how did we get here then?"

"Ah, now this is one of the reasons why this dimension is so unique. Technically, you're not actually here."

"Errrr, yeh we are."

"No, you're not."

"Yeh, we are, we're standing here."

Omega paused for a moment. "Right OK, how should I explain this? Alright, the form of you that's standing in front of me now, isn't you, even though it is. Stay with me on this, the physical form of you is still on Earth. This is merely your mentally constructed form. You're in a dream boys; this is your dream state."

"What, you mean as in like sleeping dreams?"

"Exactly! At the moment, you're in a deep sleeping state that you entered during the Earth day's morning of this actually happening. You're still in it, but your minds have created this form for you to exist within this dimension. This is where all your dreams exist. Except, because of the state of sleep that you're in, nothing is happening apart from you actually existing now right here, right now. You get me?"

"……..Yeh sure, so why are you here then? Who exactly are you?"

"Me? I'm just an energy that was created along with this dimension. I've been here ever since; waiting for the likes of you to have finally arrived at this place since………well…the other four."

"Huh? What the hell are you talking about?"

"Oh nothing, doesn't matter."

"Wait a minute; I know why we're here now. Those guys in them black uniforms who were wearing gas masks blew that weird gas at us. I can't remember anything up until that point."

"Yeh, I got gassed as well by these weird people when I was at the synagogue. I didn't know you three had that as well."

"Woah, that's weird dude. What the hell's going on Omega, why were those guys after us!" The four boys turned to Omega; who took a deep breath and continued speaking.

"If you want the truth, this is the truth. Those troopers that attacked you at both the house and the synagogue work for a British Administration Agency by the name of MI6; which stands for Military Intelligence Sector 6."

"MI6; who the hell are they?"

"They're a secret service linked in with the British Government that tackle all external problems in the world from spy missions to national security. And in this case…they were after you boys; they had come to capture you."

"Capture us? But why? Because we're from America?"

"Partly yes. But there's a more……'thorough' reason into why they have been looking for you."

"Looking for us? Well what do you mean?"

"No…no I can't tell you everything at the moment, it would be too much for you to take in. All I can say is that you four have not been the only four boys that MI6 have been looking for over the past 50 years. You see, you four boys have something that MI6 want; something………specific."

"Well what?"

"I'm sorry I can't tell you that."

"Listen you f---ing……whatever you are, we have no f---ing idea what's going on here, so you tell us what the hell is going on RIGHT now or I'll come over and kick you in the nuts!" Cartman shouted.

"Cartman, god dam it!"

"I understand how you feel. You're confused and puzzled. But I assure you, have patience. The truth will all be revealed soon enough. But now I'm afraid I must return you back to Earth. I've given you all the knowledge you need for now." He put his black shades on that he had taken off from before. "And besides…your friend Marcus has an important mission to accomplish now."

"Wait a minute, how do you know Marcus! And what's this mission you're talking about?"

But before Kyle could say anymore, Omega clicked his fingers and the four boys' bodies started to fade away out of existence. It wasn't long before the four boys had completely disappeared and had now returned back to the physical dimension and back to Earth.

"Goodbye boys, by the time you wake up at MI6 headquarters, the truth will already have started to be revealed. It's all up to Marcus now; both to rescue you four……and to also learn the truth behind all this." With Omega finished talking, he disappeared into a flash of light and left the white blank dimension behind.

10.19am and back on Earth in London within a cold-chilled gloomy cemetery graveyard, Marcus was stood looking down at the gravestone that belonged to his slightly older brother, Scott. On it, it read 'Scott Robert Kane-Bridge – Brother, Son, Friend (to some) 18th March 1989 – 27th September 2004. Marcus looked at the flowers that he had hold of in his hand and instead of carefully placing them by the gravestone's face, he rather chucked them onto the floor as if he didn't care.

"Well brother." Marcus began to speak; even though there was no one around. "I guess you were wrong about that whole thing you said about me dieing before you weren't you?" He started to walk side to side slightly. "You know Scott, I always thought that maybe one day you would change and be nice to me for once. But how the f---ing hell could I forget that for 14 years, you were nothing but a f---ing arsehole twat to me? I guess you never did realise how much s--- you caused in my life. Always calling me names and using all my things for no apparent reason. You'd beat me up at school and lie about it when mum found out about it, you ate most of my food at dinner time, you treated me as if I was an insect and you were a giant, just because you were slightly older than me. Do yer' want me to continue with this endless list Scott? Oh wait, I forgot, you're dead; you can't speak anymore can you? And yer' know what, I hate to say this, but I'm glad you're dead. You made my life a misery and living hell at home and at school and ever since that day you died, my life has been much better without you around. I don't care whether you're rotting in hell or you've lied your way into Heaven, but at least I know I'll be having a future…unlike you. SO F--- YOU! and as my friend Cartman would say…SCREW YOU SCOTT, I'M GOING HOME!" Marcus walked away; back down by the small, grey-coloured gravel path.

But before Marcus could walk a distance, Liam came running into view and stopped just in front of Marcus; out of breath and bending down in utter tiredness and fatigue.

"Liam, what are you doing here?"

"Marcus, I'm sorry……I'm really…really…really sorry."

"WHAT, what's going on?"

Liam looked up at Marcus. "Marcus, it's the boys……they've……"

"What? They've what?" Marcus asked; at which Liam gave him a negative look. Marcus easily recognised what he was talking about and turned round in frustration; placing his hands over his face and then leaning them by his sides. In a quick flash, Marcus' rage had built up and he unleashed it by kicking Scott's gravestone with his foot. Unfortunately, the gravestone was obviously made of stone and so Marcus injured himself after kicking it; bouncing back in slight pain as he gritted his teeth at the pain.

"ARGHHH…F---! F--- F--- F--- F--- F---!" Marcus shouted; cursing both the slight pain he was in and the fact that his worse feared had come true and that MI6 had captured the four boys.

After a few minutes of jumping about and waving away the pain, Liam and Daniel stood back up and resumed their conversation.

"So what happened to you then, didn't you chase them when they captured them?"

"I couldn't. They knocked me out with one of them sleeping darts. They must have taken the boys after I was knocked out."

"…Wait a minute, Kyle wasn't at your house was he?"

"And neither was Daniel."

"What, what do you mean?"

"After I became conscious again, I noticed that there was a message on the answering machine. I listened to it and it was Daniel saying that both he and Kyle had gone to the local synagogue for something."

"I guess that would explain why I couldn't find Kyle anywhere in my house."

"Plus why Daniel wasn't at home too………………So then, what do we do now Marcus?"

"Well, it's a long shot, but we should head over to the synagogue right now. It's a small possibility, but maybe Daniel and Kyle are still there; unaware of what's gone on."

"Well you're right about it being a small possibility……but…I guess we have no other choice."

"Alright then, the quicker we can get over there, the better. LET'S GO!"

Marcus and Liam looked at each other and began to run as fast as they could as they could out of the cemetery and back towards the local synagogue; hoping that they would indeed find Daniel and Kyle there.

"Now you've really pissed me off MI6……" Marcus spoke to himself in his head. "You've pissed me off big time now!"