A/N: Thanks for all the lovely reviews! I'm really happy, and you're all being so nice to me. I hope this chapter pleases you and makes up for the scatterbrained mess I barely conjured up the other day.

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The last thing Kenny heard before balcking out was Craig's howling laughter. Maybe getting him to spill poison down my throat wasn't the best idea, Kenny thought just as he hit the ground.

Damien was waiting for him.

"I had a feeling you'd be coming down here today," he began, deep, mysterious voice brimming with pleasure and excitement. "You off yourself?"

"Kinda, yeah," Kenny said hurriedly, nodding. "I can't stand being at school…"

Damien nodded. "South Park is still a hellhole, then?"

Kenny found it odd Damien was using the phrase "Hellhole" when he, himself, lived in Hell. Nevertheless, Kenny nodded. "Much worse than this place, I'll tell ya that."

Damien cocked his head. "Still haven't said anything to Stan?"

Kenny shot a glare at the son of the devil, who returned it with one of his own: colder, harsher – enough to kill a small child. Thus Damien got his answer.

"Let's talk, Kenny McCormick."

Uh-oh, The hooded blonde thought. I'm in a load of shit now.

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"Did you guys hear? Craig offed Kenneh again!"

Stan rolled his eyes. "Yeah, Cartman, you've only said it about seven times now…" Stan hated Cartman with almost all his soul. He wasn't sure why he bothered putting up with the fat, racist bastard. Even Kyle kept saying "Dude, we have to ditch that fatass! Let's go, Stan!"

Stan knew he couldn't… unfortunately, he seemed to be born with a condition that made him feel sympathy to those less fortunate than him; namely, people with no friends, like Eric Cartman.

"He shoved poison down his throat, I hear, and Kenneh just doubled up in paaaaain…"

"Shut up, Cartman!" Stan yelled. "Kenny dies enough as it is! Do we need to go over this every time?!"

Cartman shot him a sneer. "Oh, well if I'm insulting Kenneh and you have a problem with it, Stanley, then why don't you two fags go off in a room and have buttsex to make him feel better?"

"Dude! I'm not gay! And Neither is Kenny!" Stan had no idea that under his big orange hood, Kenny was, in fact, gay; and had a crush on the very person standing up for him.

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"Tell Stan you love him!"

The two boys were now rolling over each other on the ground, throwing punches (and other things), locked in a fight.

"No! It'll screw everything up!" Kenny insisted. He hit Damien square in the stomach, causing him to flinch and let out a blast of air. "I'm – not – telling him!"

"If you don't, I will!" Damien cried, kicking Kenny, just missing the worst possible spot for a guy to get hit. Kenny backed up in shock, falling against the burning stone ground. Damien got up and stood, towering above the now kneeling Kenny.

"So what are you going to do?" he asked. "Tell Stan, or keep killing yourself to avoid it?"

Kenny's hands clenched into fists. "You… you win," he admitted. "I'll tell Stan… but only because I can't stand having you beat me like this… and I hate the pain of dying…"

"And?"

"And… I… don't want to hurt both of us by keeping things bottled up inside me…"

"What else?"

"I… love him."

Kenny shed a tear. It rolled down his cheek and fell onto the ground, sizzling as it made contact with the scalding heat of the stones below them.

"Time for you to go home."

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A/N: That didn't quite go where I wanted it to… but I think it turned out better. Lots more dialogue in this chapter. I wonder what's going to happen to Kenny and Stan's relationship now Kenny's made up his mind?

I have an idea, myself. But I'm willing to take suggestions. Drop me a message if you have any good ideas. Looking forward to hearing from you!

-- Chiba