Woohoo! I actually got reveiws! Yessss! Ok...so now I'm gonna say thank you to Grando181, InnuendoLuva, and sara-isnt for actually revewing my story!Thanks, people! I luv you all!

Ok, so this chapter ismostly a flash backto 4years ago that really bothers Kyle.Kyle's been feeling really crappy lately and can't figure out why...it's kinda weird, just read:-D Oh yeah, and i forgot the disclaimer thingy last time!

Disclaimer: This thing is so retarded...I don't own South Park or any of that, retard!

Chapter Two: Kenny

"Hey Stan! Stan, I'm wide open!" a ten year old Kyle Broflovski yelled to his friend. Kyle, Stan, Kenny, and Cartman were playing basketball after school one day. Stan had the ball, and Cartman was defending him.

"Come on, Stan! It's not that difficult to get passed that fat ass!" Kyle said, this time grinning.

"AY! Shut the hell up, you stupid Jew!" Cartman yelled as he whirled around to look at Kyle. That's when Stan got the chance to slip past him. He did it with absolutely no trouble, and made a lay-up that won the game for him and Kyle.

"Yes! Did you see that, dude?" Stan asked Kyle.

"Yeah, man! That was awesome!"

"No way, butt pipes! You two totally cheated!" Cartman yelled at the two friends. "And Kenny," he pointed a fat finger at the hooded child who was laughing along with the other two. "What the hell is wrong with you, you fucking poor-ass piece of crap!"

"Me!" Kenny's muffled voice sounded out. "What do you mean me? You were the one who's so goddamn stupid that you'd actually turn around when you're supposed to be defending!"

"Okay, guys. That's enough!" Stan interjected. Luckily, both of the boys gave up and simply turned away from each other and crossed their arms. "Besides," he said with a big smile forming on his face, "You two both know that me and Kyle would have annihilated both your sorry asses even if Cartman hadn't been such a retard!" he burst out laughing, and so did Kyle. Kenny, being the sort of person that he was, also started laughing hysterically. Cartman, however, was not so easily swayed.

"Shut up, you stupid hippie!" the fat kid yelled. "You totally suck at basketball, and I only turned around because I felt bad for you and thought I'd let you win one for a change!" All three of the other boys stopped laughing. They looked at each other for a moment, and then burst out again. "That's it!" Cartman yelled. "You guys are assholes! Screw you guys, I'm-a goin' hoooome!"

That's when it happened.

Cartman stomped away from his 'friends' to collect his things before he left, and before he picked up his backpack, he leaned over and unzipped it. He started rummaging around in it a little bit with his back to the others as if he didn't want them to see exactly what it was he was looking for.

"Cartman, what the hell are you doing?" Kyle asked.

"Yeah, fat ass," Kenny said. "I thought you said 'you're-a goin hoooome'!" Carman didn't say anything. He continued to search through his bag, and then stopped. He dropped the bag on the ground and turned around to face the other boys with his hands behind his back. There was a wide smile on his face.

"What, did you find a twinkie or something, fat ass?" Kenny asked. Although you couldn't really see it, you could tell that he was smiling.

"You know, Kenny," Cartman said with the same smile still plastered to his chubby face. "There was a time when your petty insults would have bothered me…" he slowly started to pull his hands out from behind his back. In them he held a gun, and he was pointing it at Kenny's chest. "But that was before you were dead, you poor piece of crap!"

"Cartman!" Kyle screamed. "What the hell are you doing!" Stan couldn't say anything. He was staring at the gun in shock. Cartman had done some pretty low things before, but never had he killed someone.

Cartman just continued to smile. "What? He'll come back to life! He always does! I just want the pleasure of killing that poor piece of shit!" and before any of the other boys had said anything, he emptied one shot into Kenny's chest, and two more into his stomach.

BANG! BANG, BANG!

"God dammit!" Kenny yelled as he clutched his stomach and fell to his knees. "That fucking hurts, you asshole!" Tears started forming in the ten-year-old boy's eyes and fell outthe hood of his orange parka. "Dammit!" he repeated in a still muffled voice, whilestill holding onto himself. He was bleeding all over the pavement. "I can't breathe! Guys! I mean it, I can't fucking breathe!"

Kyle ran over to Kenny, Stan was still in shock over what had just happened. Kyle quickly helped Kenny take his orange hood off, revealing messy blonde hair and a tear-stained face. Stan suddenly realized that what was happening was completely real, and rushed over to Kenny.

"Kenny!" Stan yelled. "Jesus Christ! Are you okay!" he realized how stupid this question was, and smacked himself in the forehead. He then turned to Cartman. "What the hell, you fucking queer bait! WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS!" he motioned towards Kenny as he said it. The blonde boy was still on his knees coughing up blood now, Kyle sitting next to him and trying to make him feel better in any way he could.

"What do you mean, Stan?" Cartman asked. "You know damn well that he'll just come back tomorrow! Why the fuck are you acting like this hasn't happened before! You're responsible for at least twelve of his deaths, so why can't I kill him once without getting bitched at!"

Stan just stared at the fat boy for a few seconds. He had been responsible for a few of Kenny's deaths… and so had Kyle. But none of those times had been like this. Neither of them had ever actually meant to harm Kenny.

Kyle had been listening the whole time, while at the same time consoling a now bawling Kenny, who was practically kneeling in a pool of his own blood. Kyle had taken his friend's parka off to wrap it around the wounds. Kyle stood up from Kenny and motioned for Stan to go take care of him. He did, and Kyle walked up to Cartman.

"You fucking fat ass," Kyle said calmly but viciously at the same time. "You fucking know that neither me or Stan would ever purposely kill Kenny!" he was getting angrier now. "You can't use his fucking…his-his… whatever the hell it is, for your own sick pleasure, you asshole!" Cartman just looked at Kyle. He didn't know what to say. He really hadn't thought that this would be that big of a deal. Kenny died all the time.

"What the fuck!" Cartman yelled. "He's just going to come back to life tomorrow anyways! I'm seriously! I don't see the big fucking problem here!"

Suddenly, Kenny started coughing much harder than before and spitting up larger amounts of blood. Kyle turned around and looked down at his friend. He looked like he was going to die any second now. Kyle ran over to him and Stan, and kneeled down next to Kenny the way Stan was.

"I don't know what the fuck to do, dude!" Stan screamed frantically. He looked like he wanted to cry. Kyle looked away from him to Kenny. The boy's eyes were red from crying, and his face was red from spitting up so much blood. His arms that were wrapped around his body were red and dripping with blood, and so was the parka wrapped around his midsection. Kyle didn't know what to do, either. He just grabbed his friend into a hug. A comforting hug to make him feel like everything was going to be okay. Stan just sat and watched. He didn't know what to do. Kyle started to cry. He really couldn't figure out why. Kenny had died in much more painful ways than this before. It was odd. He felt like it was different this time… like it was real this time.

"Y-you…" Kenny started, still looking down at the ground and holding himself while Kyle did the same. He coughed up a little more blood, and then looked up at Cartman. "You fucking… f-fat ass! Just w-wait till I-I come back t-tom-tomorr-" he stopped suddenly. His eyes went from being so swollen that they were almost closed, to wide open. His light blue eyes showed fear, as if he knew something that nobody else knew. Kenny turned to look at Stan, who was still just sitting there, not knowing what to do. Then he looked at Kyle, who was still holding him in a protective hug.

Kyle looked back into Kenny's wide, frightened eyes. He knew what was happening. He knew what Kenny knew. His eyes said it all… I'm not coming back this time. Kyle's eyes grew wide as well.

"K-Kenny?" he whispered. Kenny just continued looking at him. His mouth moved up and down as if he was trying to talk but didn't know what to say. There were blood stains on his face and in his hair. He was still clutching his own stomach, and Kyle was still holding him; trying to keep Death away from his friend.

Kenny looked away from Kyle to Cartman, who had just been watching this the whole entire time with a stupid, confused look on his face. Cartman just looked back at Kenny.

"Cartm...E-Eric?" Kenny managed to whisper. "W-why?" was all he could manage to get out. Cartman tried to say something, but nothing came out. Kenny started to shake uncontrollably, still looking straight into Cartman's eyes. And then Kyle felt the boy's body go limp. The blonde boy's head fell onto his chest, and he stopped holding onto his wounded stomach. Kyle squeezed him tighter, like it would somehow bring him back if he held on as tight as he could. But he knew that he wouldn't. Kyle started to cry loudly, while still holding on tightly to his dead friend's body.

Stan was still watching this, and suddenly he realized that what had just happened was for real this time. Then he whispered for what would be the last time, "Oh my God…he killed Kenny."

Kyle was looking down at all of the blood on the ground, still crying, still holding onto his friend. He stopped crying for a second and sniffled. He first looked up at Stan with swollen, red eyes, and after realizing what he had said, looked at Kenny. His chin was leaning into his own chest, his eyes had somehow closed. Kyle loosened his grip on the Kenny's body and tilted the boy's head back. His mouth was slightly opened, and a stream of blood was leaking out. Slowly, Kyle lowered his friend to the ground, and shut his own eyes. After what seemed like an eternity, Kyle's eyes snapped back open, and he turned to the fat boy who was still holding a gun in his hand. Kyle stood up.

"Y-you b-bastard!" he cried. Kyle balled his hands into fists and started towards Cartman. "You fucking bastard! You killed him! His dead! Look what you've done you fucking fat ass!" he pointed to Kenny as he said this. Stan was still on his knees and looking down at Kenny's body. Cartman looked at him, too. He realized what he had done.

"…Oh-oh my God," Cartman stammered. "I-I've killed him? But, he-he can't die. He can't die, Kyle! He's died a million times before, and he always came back! He'll come back! He'll fucking come back!" Cartman was saying this more to convince himself than to convince Kyle.

"Not this time," Kyle said quietly and slowly.

And then, Cartman did something he'd never done before…he cried. He had cried before, but it was never a real cry. It was always a fake cry to get something that he wanted or to get somebody to feel bad for him. This was a real cry. It was the most heart wrenching cry Kyle had ever heard. It started out small, just a few sniffles and sobs, and then it turned into all out bawling. Cartman's eyes watered, and he screamed. He screamed, "NO! NO! NO! NO!" over and over again, trying to make it all not real. The fat boy dropped the gun he had been holding in his hands the whole time, and brought his hands to his face. Then he turned and ran. Kyle just stared after him, not really believing what he had just seen. Cartman could cry? Perhaps he was human after all…

No. He wasn't human. He was a murderer. He had killed Kenny. Kyle turned back around to look at Stan, who was now holding Kenny's hand in his and putting two of his fingers on his dead friend's wrist. (Stan's own wrists were still perfectly clean at this point; no cuts, no wristbands.) Kyle started to walk over to him.

"Stan…" he said in an almost whisper. Stan didn't look up. He just held onto Kenny's hand, and kept his fingers firmly in place on his wrist. "Stan, he-he's dead. Come on, we have to call the police or something. Come on, dude we have to tell someone." Stan still didn't move. He hardly even breathed. Kyle was now worried about Stan. He knew he had to get him away from Kenny's body somehow. "Hey, if we hurry up and get to the police station, then we can tell them that Cartman killed Kenny, and then Cartman will be locked up for good. It was fucked up of that fat ass to do this, and we have to go tell someone before--"

"HE ISN'T DEAD, KYLE!" Stan suddenly screamed. It was so sudden that it made Kyle jump. Stan was now looking up at Kyle with anger in his eyes. As soon as he realized what he had just done, his face went from furious to depressed. "He can't be dead…he just can't…"

Kyle put a hand on Stan's shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. "Come on, Stan," he whispered. "We have to go now."

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Kyle snapped out of his memories, and was still lying on his bed, new tears forming in his green eyes. The tears weren't only from the memory he had just relived, but also from a horrible throbbing pain in his head. He guessed it was just from stressing out too much about school and stuff. Kyle hated headaches, and hated them even more when nothing could make the pain stop. Asprin, calm music, nothing helped. Kyle tried to ignore his pain and remembered again about Kenny. Ever since that day, Cartman had been in juvenile hall. Kyle and Stan had decided to turn him in. Neither of them had seen or talked to him since.

Kyle missed Kenny. He was his only other good friend, aside from Stan. Cartman didn't count as a friend, especially since he was still in juvenile hall to this day. Kyle bolted upright in his bed. He realized what he had to do. He didn't want to just keep on thinking about how horrible his and all of his friends' lives were; he wanted to do something about it.

Kyle ran down the stairs, each step hurting his head even more, while completely ignoring his adopted Canadian brother, Ike, who had come home from a friend's and was now playing video games. Kyle picked his jacket up from off the floor and quickly put it on.

"Ike," Kyle said, now turning his attention to the black-haired nine-year-old in the living room. "If mom and dad come home, just tell them I'm at Stan's, okay? I might not be back tonight, so that's where I'll be." he didn't know for sure if this was the truth, but it always worked anyway. Besides, Kyle didn't feel like dealing with his that kid right then...his head hurt too much.

Ike paused his video game and turned around on the couch. The boy hopped right over the back of the couch, ran up to his brother, and stuck his hand in his face.

"Ten bucks, Kyle," Ike said with a huge smile on his face.

"What!" Kyle said.

"Ten bucks," Ike said slowly. "I know you're not really going to Stan's, and if you don't pay me, I'll not only tell mom and dad that, I'll also tell dad about how it wasn't really the Mexicans who stole his--'secret magazines'--it was YOU!" the small boy's grin grew even wider when he said this. Kyle was at a loss for words. He was gaping at the Canadian kid in shock.

"You wouldn't dare…" he finally said, the pain in his skull increasing.

"Oh, wouldn't I?" Ike retorted. "Give me a reason why I shouldn't!"

"Well, there was that time when you…no, that was Stan…Oh! There was that--oh, nope, that was Stan too…hmmm…" Kyle thought for a moment, the thinking hurting his head, and then finally said, "I saved you from the visitors, you little butt pipe! If it hadn't been for me, you'd still be up in that spaceship right now, probably being molested every waking hour of your pathetic little life by those aliens!"

Ike thought about this for a moment. "Whatever, I still want ten dollars or I'll tell dad, penis butt!" Kyle was angry, but he paid Ike anyway, again not wanting to deal with the kid while he felt this bad. He pulled ten dollars out of his wallet and handed it to his brother.

"You're not even my real brother, Ike!" Kyle yelled as he walked out the door. "You're adopted and your parents don't love you!" he added, just to make the boy feel even worse.

Kyle felt better after harassing his brother. For some reason, that always made him feel better. However, he was not feeling at all better about his life in general. He kept on constantly getting those agonizing headaches that just refused to stop. If it didn't stop soon, he thought he might shoot his brains out. His head throbbed and he rubbed his temple with one of his gloved hands. He was on his way to Tweek's house.

Author's note:

omg...I know! I am so mean to Cartman in this one! Oh well, he might have a part later, so whatever. Anyway, incase some people didn't get it, yes there was a flashback in the beginning, just so that you understand that! And the headaches may be important, may not be important. It depends on how I feel when I write the following chapters.