well, chapter two, after going through the overly length editing process to make sure this wasn't completely terrible... it is now probably completely terrible. anyway I hope you enjoy

Also, seeing as I've seen this quite the bit, I don't own South Park, it belongs to its respective owners.

CHAPTER 2

I was running, something behind me; I dared not to look around at whatever it was. Step after step I ran, nothing was important except survival, an inhuman screech burst from the beast behind me. Nothing surrounding me, only a black, empty, ungodly void and a continuous pathway in front of me made of a queer red stone that seemed to glow ominously.

Not caring, I ran down the path, the creature still seaming no closer but no further away. My stamina failing me, I almost stopped, but pushed myself to run far from whatever it was. My legs burned as lactic acid stung and stabbed at my legs, I wanted nothing but to rest, the pain absorbed all energy from my body but I tried to run.

The surroundings were featureless, only the unnatural, pure black nothingness and the pathway that seemed to float in this void that surrounded me, like a cage. I attempted to even slimy think on the situation but both the abhorrent monsters' scream and my rushing mind tore me back to the situation at hand. Knowing that it was run or face this creature, I pressed onward, my chest feeling as if it was ready to collapse in on itself.

The strange events weighed down on my mind like an anvil, I had no idea what was going on, except that my instinct to survive was the only thing that had stopped me from facing my end. Blood raced through my body, deafening me to everything except the pathway that I believed would lead me to hope or safety.

In the distance I could see something, a figure in the darkness, my savior maybe. Sprinting towards it I tried to gain their attention but my voice wouldn't respond, only a stifled cough came, silencing me, and I could hear the thing drawing near!

Both dread at the creature and joy of possible salvation fueling me I rushed towards the figure, truly they had to help me, but no matter how match I ran I couldn't make out anything but their outline.

My legs failed to respond for a single second and something wet and slimy wrapped around my leg and pulled me back, slamming me to the ground releasing a gasp from my lung as the greasy, revolting, thing crawled up my legs before time stood still, behind me I could only hear a heavy, ill sounding breath. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, it was terrifyingly close, keeping me on the verge of screaming and flailing but I couldn't move, I feared what would happen if I even twitched.

I led there for only a few moments before the things that wrapped around my legs twisted me quickly onto the floor and towards the thing. In a second of fear I saw a thousand creatures bonded together to create a mound of flesh, countless talons, maws and tendrils before I woke screaming in terror.

The scream itself was short lived but I sat on the sofa cradling my legs to my chest and shivering as memories of the night terror flooded my mind. I rested there, unable to get the image of the monster of a thousand faces to leave my thoughts, this creature had not been in a night terror save for that night. I had nightmares of creatures like this since my dance with death five years ago. It was originally thought to be a consequence of the trauma of nearly dyeing at such a young age but they should have left eventually, their persistence proved otherwise.

The nightmares were the reason I usually had no sleep, so consistent were they that sometimes I dreaded my own bed and the sleep I would succumb to if I rested on it. On a rare occasion the nightmares would not shroud my mind like a disgusting drug, sometimes my dreams would be filled with blissful silence and total unfeeling darkness.

The night terrors themselves were always different. One I remember extensively was that I was strapped on a metal table, my arms and legs limp and useless, shapeless silhouettes surrounding me as I felt an excruciating burning pain over my body that wouldn't stop. I could see my skin scorch and melt under the nonexistent roaring fire that brought an unimaginable torture that I could feel but not see.

I would always wake after a nightmare either in sleep paralysis, unable to move with a mind made figure at the edge of my bed seemingly staring at me or moving around me until my mind had figured out how to take control of my body and the nonexistent figure would be gone. Or I would wake as I am now, in the upmost form of fear, myself the only form of comfort as my brain only focused on the creature created solely by it.

If I were normal by now my mind would have entered a 'happy place' and I would slowly calm down but my mind had no such place. The persistence of the horrors had fizzled that place into a nonexistent, decrepit wasteland. As I sat there, in the overpowering, constant darkness, my eyes wide and unblinking, darting between every large object in the room, I was waiting for any type of horrible creature to burst from it to attack. I rocked my body waiting for the glory of the suns light to overcome the shadows and knock me to reality.

I shook my head and continued to attempt to move my thoughts from my nightmare and instead to pay attention to anything else. Eventually it wasn't my own efforts but both my growling stomach and grimy and filth ridden body that forced me to move. If it was a few years ago I would still be lying on the sofa writhing in the pain Eric had inflicted but now that my body had became used to the regular attacks, there was only a small thump of pain. Silently I moved towards my bathroom to shower the sweat and blood that had accumulated on me.

The Bathroom was an overpowering white, from the palm sized tiles to the well polished counter; it glared the sunlight at every angle. With clumsy movements I had closed the blinds and was underneath the shower, the warm water pouring on my body like a bucket, making my blue and black body to flare in pain.

With squeezed eyes I slowly washed my pathetic body, each touch and rub causing the deep bruises that littered my body to complain and flare about the offensive touch.

Eventually my body was cleaned, and I could see the damage on my naked form, my entire abdomen was bruised but a from what I could tell when washing, no bones were broken. With a sigh I dried myself and slipped into similar attire to the day before (minus the vest) and was set to stopping my complaining stomach.

the kitchen, it wasn't anything extravagant, clean, wooden counters holding cooking utensils, a stove/cooker, that I considered myself quite adept at using, fridge/freezer, kettle, toaster, cupboards and a rather new, but unused (as I preferred to cook my own food) red microwave.

Deciding not to make anything large or convoluted I settled on toast and some tea. Reaching to grab the bread and teabags I noticed that the cupboards were almost completely derelict of food, as it was around this time of the month, before my spending money was sent to me. After sliding the bread in the toaster pulling down the switch, with a satisfying clink sound as it was turned on.

It was but a few minutes till I was sitting on the sofa sipping on deliciously sweetened, tea and watching terrible daytime television that I didn't care about nor remember. This was how I spent most of my mornings, doing little nothings until I deemed it late enough to leave to do food shopping or something similar.

Checking the time on my, actually charged, phone I saw it was only nine am 'More than enough time' I thought going to the far right of the room to my large bookshelf, it took up the corner of the room and reached the ceiling, not a single free space not filled by a book, several different authors, H.P Lovecraft, Charles Dickens, Agatha Christie, Dean Koontz ect. Choosing my most recent book Great Expectations I sat back on my single sofa (dark red and extremely soft) in the opposite corner of the room, my 'reading area' as I called it, muting the TV I sat down and opened the book ready to get engrossed.

It wasn't until four hours had passed that I decided to put down the book and leave the comfort of my flat to the outside (that surprisingly wasn't as cold as usual), to resupply on food and probably buy some more books or cds. Walking down the sidewalk to the local mall, the cold nipping at any and all exposed skin. moving past the streets where my classmates lived, their houses only distinguished by their individual colours, and turning a street to the business district of town, I saw that a moving truck was in front of one of the originally vacant houses (that hadn't been converted into an office complex), with two burly men wearing a uniform that had a similar label to the truck and one other who seemed to have oily platinum colour hair, wearing a red Jacket and a black shirt and trousers, but the thing that was most odd about him was the strange crimson colour eyes that beamed an eerie over cheeriness. I saw they were moving unlabeled boxes and such into the house 'maybe there is a new student' I thought 'well isn't that interesting.'

Stopping to look at the house I saw it was a plain white colour, most of the curtains were closed and the flanking office buildings casted thick shadows onto the out of place house. looking closer I saw someone on the top floor through the windows and he was staring directly at me, before I turned away and walked in embarrassment I saw he had the same colour eyes as the platinum haired man, looked about my age and had black hair.

I waited until I had cleared the block before I continued my walk to the mall. I chose to go to the mall instead of the closer grocery store for two reasons, I could buy some music at the mall, and even though some of my classmates may have been there it wasn't as cold as a freezer in Antarctica.

The mall itself was as overcrowded as expected, an innumerable amount of people browsing and milling around in shops. The moderately loud sound of footsteps and chatter was calming as it echoed through the large building. the mall was comprised of two floors and over seventy separate stores all of them for a specific type of item or some in the oddest combinations, a little shop for both cloths and sweets, and some even odder, much like this town in some respects.

After going into the over-sized grocery shop that took the far end of the building, I was positive I wasn't going to starve this month. as well as that I still had some money left, smiling to myself I walked to the second story record shop to treat myself for not being killed by the stupidity of this town.

The shop was nice, a mellow and content atmosphere, only 6 - 7 people browsing the isles of cds. I looked around until I found the rock/metal section and started searching through it.

I don't know why when people ask me what my preferred music genre is they are surprised when I reply with the one I was searching through, I know that with the way I dress and by my heritage that maybe classical would be the obvious choice, at least the one people could mock me for, but most of the influential rock/metal bands started in the UK. I didn't like anything too heavy, music where 90% of it was screaming I didn't really see the point in. The long, story like tone of many songs in the genre was what I liked. Of course I listened to other types of music, even though classical wasn't my favorite I still listened to it and many others on occasion.

Irritated at seeing nothing that I would listen to, I decided to come here in a few days once they had restocked. Unfortunately this meant I had to go back outside to walk home, in the cold. Walking through the large main entrance to the mall I felt the cold wash over me like a tidal wave, my body freezing still as I had forgotten to bring my jacket, a stupid mistake on my part, and was instantly regretting not to double check that I had brought everything. As soon as I left the building, the tornado of the Colorado chill made my body shake and my teeth chatter.

Deciding to just walk, I did so, the cold no longer nipping at my skin but biting at it like a angry hound, leaving me shivering uncontrollably, my own rubbing hands ineffective as I tried to hug my body to conserve a sliver of heat. The mountain air left my body almost completely numb in an instant, any heat being sapped from my body. Eventually the cold proved too overpowering and my vision became blurry and I felt tired, incredibly tired, I decided to run, the cold air hitting my face like the slice of a blade and my abused ribs giving an unpleasant throbbing any time one foot landed in front of the other. This seemed to be becoming a regular occurrence, having to sprint somewhere for survival because I was foolish and forgot to do something simple.

This was one of the rare occurrences that I had thanked being bullied and harassed for I knew most of the short routes home and if it wasn't for that it was inarguable that I would have died that day because of the intense unending cold that plagued the mountain town. moving through the dank, grim and generally unpleasant stone grey alleyways I saw my flat once again and strode towards the main doors, my body probably entirely blue from the cold, the sky a dark black, the gibbous moon shining strange eldritch fantasies down unto me like the beam of a flashlight. 'How long had I been shopping' I thought but truly not caring I entered the complex.

dropping the bags of shopping by the front door as I entered my flat, I embraced the enticing warmth that shrouded my body like a soft blanket, giving me a euphoric felling that wouldn't leave, not that I wanted it to, and I stood there leaning against the front door happy that I had survived my own stupidity. Smirking I thought ' this town is beginning to rub off on me... that is a terrifying thought'.

Once I had gotten myself from my thoughts I stored the food in the cupboards and freezer then, deciding that I couldn't be bothered with cooking, I grabbed a bottle of coke and phoned up the local takeaway, city wok, for some under-cooked and poorly made cheap Chinese food.

after the food had arrived I had elected to not sleep tonight to ensure I had no other nightmares, they had tended to happen twice or three times in a row then stop for a week or so, although there were some rare instances that brought me the highest form of terror where the nightmares had lasted for over a week. To pass the time I chose to marathon a TV show, Red Dwarf I remember it being.

This is another thing that I didn't understand when people tried to guess (insult) what I like and disliked, these mostly were lies created so others could insult me for my 'interests', but why TV and music I'll never know.

I sat there, the hours passing and my only movements being me getting up to change discs. seeing as I had done this many a time it wasn't until the sun was shining brightly through my window yet again, that my eyes began to droop and sleep nearly came over me but the threat of another nightmare kept me awake. Sitting there no longer concentrating on the TV but solely on staying up and not falling into the terrors of my own mind but sadly my attempts were futile as the day's events had drained me of my energy and my eyes closed and I dreamed.