Warning: This chapter contains violence and swearing. Enough of it for me to put this warning in.

I hope you guys all love reading this chapter as much as I loved writing it. I know a few people might be lost a bit when it comes to the main story, but rest assured that by the time I reach the last chapter, all will be explained.

You, the reader, are essentially Wendy, so you can only guess what is going on or what's going to happen, all the more fun if you ask me!

I really hope you all enjoy it and keep up the reviews and such; they really push me to keep witting. I also have a few more ideas for other stories, so in the upcoming weeks, if you're interested, keep your eyes on my stories as I might post a new one!

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Chapter five

Dying love

Wendy's world had been shattered. She just stood there in silence watching her best friend on her naked boyfriend, the three of them paralyzed. Her mind was desperately trying to regain control over her body, but her heart had already taken control, torturing her with each passing moment. She felt her breath cut itself short as her vision blurred. She stumbled slightly.

"Wendy!"

Stan yelled as he saw her fall on her knees, eyes lost, staring straight forwards.

The young man shoved the blond girl off him and dashed over to Wendy, caring little about his nudeness. He crouched down and put his arms around Wendy, looking into her eyes, but she still seemed lost.

"Hmph…"

Said a voice behind her. Stan looked back over his shoulder to see Bebe, who had gotten back up and had the bed spread wrapped loosely around her thighs, leaving her top half completely exposed.

She casually walked over to Wendy, took her head in her hand and leveled her eyes with the noirette's.

"I'm sorry Wendy… I love Stan… You look beautiful though!"

She whispered with an evil grin, as Stan stared in disbelief.

"Shut up!'

He yelled at her, but she just replied by laughing.

Wendy's mind was scrambled. Different images and voices flashed aggressively in her eyes, this explained why Stan and Bebe had been acting so cold.

Realising this she suddenly felt like she couldn't breath properly, her body was overwhelmed with a mixture of hatred and sorrow.. She looked up at Stan, regaining control over her body. His face looked worried for her, but that just made her feel worse, to his left Bebe was just staring at her with a grin.

She had to get out of there.

Wendy shoved Stan with all her might to the floor and with difficulty managed to stumble onto her feat, running out of the room.

The world seemed to toss and turn as she scrambled down the stairs, colors not looking normal, hearing Bebe's moaning and voice in her head as she passed all the pictures of Stan in the living room all mixing in a hurricane of feelings.

With a tug she opened the front door and slowly limped onto the snow, falling to her knees.

Stan appeared at the door a few moments later.

"Wendy! Please! Let me explain! I-"

"SHUT UP!"

Wendy screamed at the top of her lungs, still on her knees staring into the darkened night sky.

She fell forwards, thrusting her arms into the snow and twisted her head to look back at Stan, who was still at the door looking like he was on the verge of tears.

Seeing him like that brought even more tears to her eyes.

"OH DARE YOU?!... You… MOTHERFUCKER!"

"Wendy I-"

"SHUT. UP. STAN!"

She yelled and stood up facing him.

"…I loved you… I was trying to be the best girlfriend I could for you. We had plans for the future… you took… my… innocence… and… THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?"

She yelled between sobs of sadness, tears streaming down her cheeks and dropping onto the cold snow.

Wendy wrapped her arms around herself, crying harder as she fell on her knees, lowering her head again. Stan took a step forwards.

"Wendy…"

The noirette looked up, hey eyes burning with not only tears, but also anger.

"I don't ever want to see you again…"

She muttered.

"Wendy please…"

Stan said, tears now pouring out of his eyes.

"I really…"

She said, cutting his line short.

"Hope… you FUCKING DIE!"

She yelled with all her might.

He stopped and looked at her, his expression filled with pain.

A faraway bang was heard and time seemed slowed down. Stan's eyes opened wide as the bullet impacted against his chest and exited out the other side, just as Bebe appeared behind him, screaming a few moments later.

Wendy started in horror as, her now ex-boyfriend, fell backwards, slowly closing his pain-ridden eyes as he fell.

Silence filled the air as a small puddle of blood slowly formed around the young mans body.

"STAANNN!"

Wendy screamed and jumped up, running over to Him. She quickly put her ear against his chest. He was still breathing.

She stood up, walked over to Bebe and quickly put her hands around her throat. Wendy was no longer the happy girl they were used to; her eyes were cold and lifeless.

"Listen bitch, if this were any other case I would kill you this instant, but I need you to phone an ambulance RIGHT NOW, understood?"

She asked ferociously and rammed Bebe against the wall, casing her to fall to the ground, gasping for air. She looked up at the girl animal, best not to mess with her right now. Bebe nodded, stood up and shuffled back into the house, weary of the noirette's current anger.

Wendy turned around without looking at the body on the floor. The shot had come from down the street, so she began to run in that direction, caring not about her own safety.

As she reached the end of the street it forked left and right so she began to scan the area. The shot had come from far away, that made her suspect that it was some kind of sniper rifle. Rooftops would make sense. She looked up, trying to make out the roofs in the darkness. Something flashed on a building top to her right, there was somebody up there.

She quickly ran over to the building and searched for a way up, quickly finding a lowered exterior fire ladder. So this is whoever had shot Stan must have climbed up.

Wendy scrambled up the stairs and locked it back into the security position. That would stop anyone for a bit if they managed to get passed her.

She started to climb up, trying not to make any noise, just as well she had decided to wear light shoes, she hadn't expecting to keep them on very long.

Stan's lifeless body flashed in her mind and she stopped abruptly, holding her head in pain. After a few moments it slowly faded, leaving only more hate in her heart. She didn't care whom it was; that person was going to die, but she was going to make sure that he or her suffered first.

When she reached the roof there was somebody walking towards her with a hoodie, it looked like a man and he was carrying a suitcase, making it quite obvious to Wendy who it was. Her suspicions were confirmed as he turned around and ran away when she started to walk closer.

The man was quite fast, but was no match for an enraged Wendy as she caught up with him, knocking him aggressively to the floor.

"All right motherfucker, who the fuck are you?"

She teethed in anger and ripped is hoodie off.

A young blond, blue-eyed boy stared back at her, pure terror and fear in his eyes.

"Kenny?!"

Wendy exclaimed, not believing her eyes

"What the fuck Kenny!?"

She screamed, bashing him against the floor, almost unable to contain her anger.

"Wait please, Wendy! Let me explain!"

He cried, but Wendy fixed her hands around his throat.

"Explain yourself NOW! Why the FUCK did you shoot Stan!? Since when are you a killer?!"

"Wendy please, I swear i'm not going to run… just… let me go and… I'll explain… everyth-…"

He desperately said as Wendy's grip around him tightened.

The noirette saw the light in his eyes starting to fade, but what good would it do to kill him? She let him go and he gasped for air as tears streamed out of his eyes.

Wendy got up and looked down at him, disgusted, and placed her foot on his chest.

"I can believe it… why Kenny?

The young man breathed in heavily as he pulled himself together. He finally managed to calm down a bit and looked up at Wendy, who was still piercing him with her stare.

"I… I have a family to feed… my sister hasn't had a good meal in months and my brother is a drug addict…"

He said and stopped to breath some more.

Wendy rolled her eyes and kicked him in the side as had as she could, causing Kenny to yell out in pain and roll over, coughing.

"What the fuck does that have to do with shooting Stan!?"

She screamed at him and kicked him again.

Yet again the blond boy was tossed over and coughed up some blood as he breathed in with all his might. His words were now tainted with fear towards the demon like woman towering over him.

"I-I got a letter! An anonymous letter, along with fifty grand in bank notes and that r-rifle sent to my house! … The letter said that all I had to do was shoot S-Stan, not killing him! and I would get another two hundred grand sent to me"

He said, cowering behind his lifted arm, a stream of blood coming out of his mouth.

"Is that how much a friends life is worth to you!?"

Wendy exclaimed.

"Do you know how long we could live for with that money?"

The blond boy started, and suddenly looked relaxed, breathing in.

"I… I don't care about my life, not since out parents left… I only care about my brother and sister. Go on, kill me(1). I completed the job. The money will get to my house and I know Karen will keep my brother away from it. She's smart, she'll survive"

He said, lying back and smiling to himself as tears continued to stream down his face.

"As long as they are safe, my death will be worth it"

Kenny looked up at Wendy who was looking at him in silence, her face absent of emotion. His sadness turned to anger as he realized that she wasn't doing anything.

"Go on! Kill me bitch! Get your fucking revenge!"

He yelled, taunting her.

Wendy stared at the young boy. He had given up on his life… for love.

She looked down at herself, Stan's blood on her hands and Kenny's blood on her legs, how much more blood had to be spilt today? Was this all really worth it? Kenny's actions, far from being right or wrong, were justifiable. And here he was, staring death in the face, with no regrets. All he wanted was for his siblings to have something to eat. He wanted them to survive.

The Sky rumbled and it began to rain, becoming quite heavy after a few moments. The rain was quickly washing away the snow, along with the blood on Wendy.

She looked down at Kenny, who was still staring at her, defiant.

This wasn't her. This wasn't Wendy.

The noirette turned her back to the blond boy.

"Get rid of the gun, get the money, leave town and make sure I never see you again, if I do, I don't know if I will be able to stop myself a second time"

"But Wendy-"

Wendy sighed, looking at the ground.

"Go now. The police will be here soon."

The rain continued to fall as she blond boy pulled his hoddie up, took one last look at the girl who had pardoned his life and left, disappearing into the distance and forever from South Park, along with his family, leaving only a muffled "Thank you" behind.

The next few hours seemed to fast-forward around her as Wendy just followed everyone's orders in a zombie-like way, incapable of showing any kind of emotion. All the anger, sadness and other emotions had dissipated out of her as she hobbled back to Stan's house in the rain, only to see the paramedics hoist Stan's unconscious, now connected to all kinds of bags and machines, into an ambulance and drive away.

A, still half naked, Bebe was crying as an officer put a blanked around her whilst another one asked her some questions. Each step Wendy took was heavier than the last and her sight started to fade. The last thing she remembered was an officer running up to her and saying something she couldn't hear as her eyes faded to black, falling into pure silence and solitude.

She awoke suddenly in a hospital bed, looking around desperately, not sure where she was. After a few moments her eyes adjusted and she calmed down, realizing where she was.

She slumped back into the pillow and breathed in heavily as memories of last night flowed back into her. Bebe's moan, Stan's face as he fell and Kenny's reason to give up on life. She closed her eyes and breathed in.

A nurse walked in and saw her.

"Oh, you're awake, I'll let the doctor know"

"Wait!"

Wendy said, her voice dry.

"Water, please…."

She choked, realizing how dry her throat was.

The nurse paused for a moment but walked over to her, pulling up a little bottle of water that was beside her bed. Wendy snatched the bottle out of her hands and gulped down as fast as she could. As she caught her breath she looked back at the nurse, who had been watching her patiently.

"Feeling any better?"

"Stan… how is he?"

The nurse looked down, hesitating.

"I… I have to go and get the doctor…"

She said, getting up and leaving in a hurry.

Wendy tried to follow her, but her body wasn't responding, she was physically exhausted.

A few minutes later Dr. Doctor walked in, his voice sounding oddly similar to a certain celebrity's.

"Ah, young girl, good to see you are awake, you were extremely dehydrated and exhausted when you were brought in yesterday, good news is you can leave in a little bit, we are just waiting for some tests to come back"

"What about Stan?"

Wendy asked, again caring little for what she had been asked.

As with the nurse, he hesitated slightly and looked at her.

"The police have instructed us not to tell you until you have been asked a few questions, they will be here momentarily"

And left with the same speed the nurse had escaped the room with.

The next few hours proved to show little advance for Wendy. The police asked about what happened, in all detail. When getting to the bit when she ran off she lied, telling them she ran around the block non stop without finding anything and then came back feeling dizzy.

They didn't seem very satisfied with her answer but finally left her alone. Her parents rushed in immediately after the police. He mother crying whilst her father lectured her on leaving the house at night and sneaking off without telling them, but Wendy knew deep down they were happy she was ok. But she wasn't ok, she was far from ok, she still didn't know how Stan was, or who had hired Kenny to get him killed.

Kenny's voice echoed in her head.

-… The letter said that all I had to do was shoot S-Stan, not killing him! …-

Not killing him.

Who ever it was, he didn't want Stan dead. Her thoughts were interrupted as Dr. Doctor walked back in.

"Mr. and Mss. Testerburger, I'm afraid you will need to give your daughter some space now, she has been through a lot and needs some more rest"

Wendy's parents obeyed the doctor, bidding goodbye to her over and over and then they finally left, leaving the room in silence again.

"How are you feeling Wendy?"

The doctor asked, as he flickered through some papers.

"How is Stan?"

She asked again, ignoring once more what he said.

"Stanly is… in coma…"

The man said, looking away.

Wendy rest her head against her pillow, laughing as tears crept out of her eyes.

"I can't fucking believe it…"

She muttered sarcastically.

"The shot missed his internal organs, but caused enough trauma in him, along with the state of shock he was previously in because of your... situation, to make him slip into a coma"

The doctor explained.

Wendy had now stopped laughing and was just staring at the roof, tears still streaming.

"Will he wake up?"

"Well… you can never tell with comas, but his body is fine and his mind has normal signs, so there is a chance he will wake up soon, but please don't get your hopes up, there is no way of really knowing"

Wendy continued to stare up at the celling.

"Can I see him?"

"…Why don't you wait until you are-"

"I want to see him now"

She said firmly and the doctor sighed.

"Can you get up?"

Wendy slowly put her legs over the side of the bed, only then realizing she was no longer in her slut clothes, but a hospital gown. The air around her bare feet was cold. She spotted a pair of slippers on the floor and quickly got down, putting them on.

"Well… you can stand, come on, I'll help you over there"

Said the doctor, extending his arm. Wendy grabbed hold of him and they left the room.

After a few minutes the noirette felt she could walk on her own without any help, so she continued on her own to the room Stan was hooked up to whilst the doctor went in a different direction to check up on his other patients.

When she reached the room she looked through the window and saw Stan's body lying on a bed with lots of different tubes hooked up to him. In the background a steady beeping sound confirmed to her that he was still alive.

She slowly opened the door, walked in and got close to Stan. She didn't know what to feel. Her mind told her she should be sad, but her heart was shattered at what he had done. She rest her head on his chest and felt his heart beat steadily.

"What are you doing here?"

Asked a voice full of loathe from the far side of the room. Wendy lift her head to see Bebe, draped in the same blanket she had last seen her in, walking towards her, her eyes red from crying but full to the brim with anger.

(1) A/N: Quick clarification, Kenny no longer has the power to revive after dying. Just go with it, makes everything a lot easier, maybe I'll make another story, Kenny centred, on how he lost his powers… ;)