An Author's note: Any info gotten about Chef came from the Wonderful World of Wikipedia…so blame the editors if any info is wrong.

Also note that I am not trying to allude to Chef in order to make Sam more accepted by the audience. I have an actual plotline in the preliminary stages…it just may take a while to develop…

Chapter 8

Sam

Kyle usually had nothing to do early Sunday mornings, seeing as how his friends were usually at the Catholic Church doing whatever it was Catholic people did in church (Kyle really did not know any more about Catholic rituals than your narrator knows about Jewish ones…). Therefore it was easy for Kyle to simply walk out the door after promising his mother that he would not go into the woods alone…which was not really a lie. He'd be meeting Sam after all, so he would not be alone…technically.

The going was a bit slower now that he was a human and not a wolf. However, he got still got there in pretty good time.

Sitting in the middle of the training field on a log was a man that could only be Sam. Kyle found that he could indeed tell that it was Sam by scent alone, even though they were both in human form.

South Park, mainly a white town, had only a few black people. One of these people had been Chef before he was deceived by a certain fruity little club. Token's family was also an example.

And as it turned out, Sam was a black guy as well, in addition to being a black furred werewolf. Kyle really did not care that much about this; he was more concerned with a completely different fact.

"Dude, you smoke?" he stared at his mentor puff away.

"Does it bother you?" Sam asked in a concerned manner.

Kyle thought for a second "Guess not." He shrugged. He sat down beside Sam on his log.

"So what do you want to know?" Sam asked.

Kyle thought about how badly he wanted to tell Stan about the past few days, how much he wanted his best friend to know this secret.

"Sam, do werewolves ever…you know…tell humans about them?" Kyle asked.

"You have someone in mind?"

"I just…my best friend in the world is Stan Marsh…and I really would like to tell him about this…"

"That's natural, son. Especially for Manborn. The answer is yes. As long as you have the pack leader's permission you can tell up to three people about us."

"Really?"

"Yep, but I would wait until the pack has accepted you a bit more." Sam said.

Curiosity overcame Kyle "Does anyone in South Park know about you."

"My momma in Texas knows." Sam said "And your school councilor knows too."

"Mr. Mackey! Why would you tell him?!" Kyle shouted.

"He and I go back son…It's kinda a long story. Just remember that if you ever have a werewolf problem at school you can go to either him or the janitor."

"The janitor?"

"Yep, you may not have noticed…but he's actually Moonsong's second in command."

"Really…that…sounds like a plot for a dorky comic book. You know, mild mannered Hispanic janitor by day and werewolf by night…"

"Hehehe…it kinda does doesn't it." Sam smiled.

"Do all werewolves have sucky jobs?" Kyle asked.

"A lot of times. It's mainly about keeping a low profile. Ya don't want to be in the spotlight to much if you're a werewolf. Take me for instance, I work for the South Park Constuction Unit."

"You mean those guys that just sit around until the town is half destroyed and then they rebuild the place when the dust settles?" Kyle asked.

"Yep, pay is horrible, but pretty steady…seeing as how this is South Park."

"I know what you mean." Kyle said. "But who was the third person?"

"Huh?" Sam gave Kyle a curious look.

"You said that werewolves can tell three people, but you only mentioned two people."

Sam didn't meet Kyle's eyes. "You knew him too Kyle…his name was Jerome McElroy, but you called him Chef."

Kyle was silent. He had always felt horrible whenever someone mentioned Chef. Kyle missed him so much, and he knew that he was not the only one, the entire student body missed Chef. He had been the voice of reason in this crazy town full of morons; the only adult with half a brain in his skull…now he was dead thanks to that fruity little club.

"He really liked you kids, you know…thought you were the funniest thing he had ever seen in his life…" Sam trailed off as he stared at the ground. More long silence.

Sam started talking again; just outlining the rules of the pack, but Kyle was only half listening. He was too distracted to fully absorb what Sam was saying, but he did basically get the gist, which was "don't tell the entire town about us or join up with the Outlaw". Kyle was half lost in memories of a certain cafeteria cook and the fruity little club that had torn him away.

"Don't you think you better be getting back to town?" Sam's question jerked Kyle of his own thoughts.

"Oh! Right." Kyle got up to leave, but then turned around again "Should I come back tonight?"

"If you can." Sam replied.

As soon as Kyle was back in town he joined up with the other three (how had finally been let out of church). Cartman was still hell bent on finding the perfect prank involving bags of flaming dog poo. And Kyle thought HE was supposed to be the one obsessed with poo.

Why don't we stick 'em on stakes and light 'em on people's front yard?" Cartman suggested.

"No." the others grumbled.

"We could spell out a message with 'em."

"No."

"We could…"

And I really don't think I need to go from there…do I?