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When you do somethng wrong. There are concequences. Even if you ain't cought, you'll still have to face the concequences. They can be from losing a dollar to losing your life. It can be from Karma, the Golden Rule, or whatever else there is. But the worst are Bad Dreams. They face you when you are most defenseless. In your sleep...

PART II: BAD DREAMS

He was starring out his window at the moon and the mountains. He then drifted off to sleep. He was in one of those dreams, those bad dreams.

BANG!

At that sound a startled Stan jumped up. He looked at his surroundings. This wasn't his bedroom. It had grey walls on three sides with black bars on the front. He was sitting on a cot right across a dirty toilet. He was... jail?

"Why... why am I here?"

With that he heard footsteps. He walked up to the front and was watching a tall figure pacing towards his cell. It was getting closer and closer. Then he made the figure out. It was wearing a light brown shirt and light brown pants with a light brown cap. Prision guard. But it was his companion. He was wearing a blue suit with a blue fedora. But when he looked up at his face he finally recoginzed him.

"Officer Barbrady!" said Stan as he made him out.

"That's WARDEN Barbrady to you murderer!" yelled the warden "It's time... guard?"

The guard at that moment opened up the cell and escorted Stan down the hall. The prison was creepy. It wasn't like that the cells were full of society's bad apples. They were empty. Not one single soul was in that cell block other than those three.

They reach a door that had a grim label over it.

EXECUTION ROOM A

"Time to go in Stan" said the guard.

"Wha..what!" said Stan "No! Please let me talk to my parents!"

"You'll talk to them alright" said Officer... Warden Barbrady.

They then proceed to walk into the room. They went straight into this octagon in the middle. His family was sitting in this room which had a wide glass for viewing. They also had a couple of other people there. The person pulling the plug who had a hat cover his face. A reporter and cameraman and most notably the Governer.

They pushed him into this chair which had a giant helmet with rods coming out of it and a plug going up to the ceiling and straps all around it. They straped him into the helmet and straped him into place. He then looked over and saw his family. His mother was crying her heart out into his father's shoulder. His grandfather was missing out on everything because he was asleep and his sister didn't care about him dying because she was so into her CD.

He was trembling in fear but what scared him the most was that there was a TV in the room with the news report... from the jail he was at. He could actually see himself on the television.

"Were live from Colorado's infamous Sharpe State Prision here near Colorado Springs. Were the execution of 8 year old murderer Stan Marsh is taking place" said the reporter on the television which was standing in one of the observation rooms with Stan in the background and with a picture of him in the upper right hand corner.

"This is the final execution from the prision, after this the prision will close. This is also the most violent execution in Colorado state history, with at least a million watts of energy going through this boy, I mean MONSTER's body. Frying him to death. Were going live inside for the execution"

"Any last words?" said the guard.

"I'm... sorry" said a sobbing Stan "I... don't want to die".

"You fake ass tears won't help you now! Pull the switch!" said the warden now exiting the room.

We now see the guard pulling the switch. He lifts off his hat and shows his face. It's...

"CRAIG!"

"Ha!" laughed Craig "Told you!"

At that moment he flipped the switch. Stan felt like his body was going to explode. He had a million watts going through him.

"AAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

Then there was a flash and he woke up.

"AAAHHH!"

He screamed, he was back in his bedroom. After about fifteen seconds his sister came in walked casualy and busted him in the mouth.

"Shut up, turd. People are sleeping here!" yelled Shelly.

She then went back out of th room to go to sleep.

"What the hell just happen?"

NEXT DAY.

It was a sunny and bright Rocky Mountain day in South Park. We then see the 3 boys standing near the bus stop waiting for their transportation to school.

"I had the worst fuckin night of my whole life" said Stan breaking the silence.

"What? Your sister slap you up or something?" snickered Cartman.

"No fatass! I had a nightmare about what happened yesterday" said Stan.

"What happen yesterday?" said Cartman pretending to forget about what happened yesterday.

"You damn well know what happened!" yelled Kyle "We killed som..."

He couldn't get the rest out because of his mouth being muffled by Cartman's hand.

"Shut up you dumb jew! We'll get caught!" said Cartman "You wanna get caught!"

"No."

"Then shut up!"

"Kyle, what you dream about?" asked Stan.

"I dreamed that I was at a jail and I was being executed. My parents were there and there was a TV reporter there and everything"

Stan gasped "G-go on."

"And I was in the electric chair and Craig was the guy pulling the switch!" said Kyle

"Was it at the Sharpe State Prision?" asked Stan.

"Yeah...yeah. It was there. How'd you know?" said Kyle

"Was Barbrady the Warden wearing the blue suit?"

"Yea!" said Kyle "How'd..."

"I had the same dream."

"Damn, that's weird!" said Kyle.

"What about you Cartman?" asked Stan.

"Huh? Oh I dreamed about the Okama Gameshpere 720. It was so awesome" said Cartman "And Kyle wasn't allowed to play and he was being a bitch and shit..."

"Shut up! Fatass!"

"Ay! What the hell I tell you! I'm not fat! I'm..." said Cartman cut off by Stan.

"Big-boned. I already know. Damn you guys always argue." said Stan.

Kyle looked down at his Terrance and Philip watch and it was 8:30. Just when he looked up the bus was right there, like clockwork. The driver was a real ugly woman with a parrot on her head.

"COME ON! WERE LATE!" yelled this woman.

"Can't stand you Crabtree, you bitch" whispered Stan.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY!"

"I said was that I liked Will Smith in Hitch!" said Stan trying to cover his ass up.

"Oh!" said Crabtree "I liked him too"

She then closed the door and pulled off. They then overheard a couple of kids from their class. Jimmy, the cripple kid. And Timmy, the wheelchair kid.

"I ca-ca-can't be-believe that someone k-kil-kil-killed Craig, it's so horrible" said Jimmy with a studder.

"TIMMAH!" yelled Timmy.

"That's ri-right Timmy, those who did it, wi-will have th-there day..."

"Timmah?"

"Yes Timmy, th-there day in co-co-court" said Jimmy "I can't wait to find them o-out! I can use their tr-tr-trial as my next punchline! Wa-wa-wa-watch out Jay Leno!"

"TIMMAH! Jimmy?" said Timmy "Timmy, Timmy, Jimmy."

"No. But it'll have na-na-national co-co-coverage"

"Oh no! Now they found out." thought Kyle.

"You hear that Kyle" said Stan.

"Yeah."

"Don't worry fags." said Cartman "It's only them. Just them..."

He trailed off when they walked off the bus towards the school. They walked through the halls and overheard conversations.

"You believe that?"

"Someone killed that kid?"

"I think it was Mike Tyson or Ellen Degeneres or somebody"

After that they finally found the foruth grade door. They was about to walk in when they was stopped by Cartman who said...

"Play it cool"

He then walked in normally and was followed by Stan and Kyle. They take there seats and wait till the rest of the class gets in. After a few minutes, everybody is there. A tall guy with a green shirt and a tie with a large head with glasses walked in.

"Where's Garrison?" asked a boy with a red jacket and blue gloves.

"He's out for a while Clyde and'll be back soon, m'kay?" said the tall man.

"Mr. Mackey you know what happened?" asked a girl with a beret and purple jacket on.

"Well Wendy, that's what i'm bout' to tell you m'kay?" said Mr. Mackey "This is going to be hard on you kids but..."

He walked to the door and closed it and continued talking.

"Yesterday, at about 3:00 m'kay. The police found Craig shot to death at the baseball field m'kay." said Mr. Mackey.

There were a couple of gasps from some of the students who didn't know, but now know. Mackey continued to talk...

"So there won't be no schoolwork today..."

"YES!" yelled Cartman jumping out of his seat.

"Cartman! Go to the counsellor's off... wait. Never mind m'kay" said Mr. Mackey "There will be a candlelight vigil at the gym and the mayor and Officer Barbrady and the whole town will be there. M'kay. So get a candlestick and lets go"

He then pointed to the candles and marched out in front of the class. The class followed, including the 3 boys.

"I can't believe it! I fuckin' vigil!" whispered Cartman "He flipped people off all the damn time!"

"I knew it!" said Stan "Were done for!"

"Shut up! Just keep it cool" said Cartman.

They then marched into the gym and it was packed. Everybody in the town was there, including there parents and families.

"M'kay kids sit right at the front." said Mr. Mackey directing them to there seats.

When they got down there to the seats, the princple was standing on the court. Beside her was the mayor, Officer Barbrady, and Craig's parents who were crying and flipping people off at the same time.

"Attention." said the principle who is actually called Principle Victoria "Attention students"

They was still loud and ignorant until...

"SHUT UP!"

The room suddenly became quiet.

"Thank you, Mayor McDaniels. Were here with the rest of the town to mourn the loss of Craig Nommel. But before we let his parents speak we'll let Officer Barbrady speak. Officer?"

"Yes. Thank you, pretty lady!" said the officer growling under his breath.

After the rejection he continued.

"Okay. Craig Nommel was shot down yesterday at the field. We have no suspects, no weapons, not even a witness. But I think we can get the truth out with a little budging" said Barbrady "That's why Mr. and Mrs. Nommel with the Park County D.A. has posted up a $5,000 dollar reward. If you have any info. Real information. Then please go to the D.A. or police station. It has to lead to a arrest now. Thanks."

"Damn! A five grand reward now!" said Kyle.

"We'll talk about this later Kyle." whispered Cartman.

The day went by after that. The Nommels were crying and stuff. The usual after your kid was killed. They had the vigil and was then let out from school a little early. Stan, Kyle, and Cartman were walking down the street towards there homes.

"I can't fucking believe this shit!" said Cartman "A goddamn five grand reward!"

"Yeah, now we'll get caught for sure!" said Kyle.

"Shut your goddamn mouth jew! You'll jinks us." said Cartman.

"WHAT! You're the one that went gun ho on him! You was the one that..."

He trailed off after he was pushed into a fence.

"What the hell!" said Kyle.

"Be quiet! They might hear us!' whispered Cartman "Listen. It's not safe no more. So keep quiet!"

"Where's Kenny?" asked Stan out of the blue.

When he said that Cartman's eyes glazed up. He forgot about Kenny. He could have been hiding around and saw them murder Craig. He could be right now trying to get to Barbrady or the D.A. for the five thousand reward. He hasn't been in school today, but he still could have been at the vigil. Just thinking about it made him sick.

"Oh my god" said Cartman "Kenny! He knows! I have to go!"

With that he took off running towards his house. Stan and Kyle was standing right there confused and a little worried.

"What the hell?" they said unamiomsly.

LATER THAT NIGHT

Stan was in his room getting ready for bed when the phone rung. He picked it up. On the other line was Kyle.

"Hey Kyle" said Stan "What's going on?"

"Were famous, man" said Kyle "It's on all the news channels"

"Don't worry, Cartman said that if we keep cool they'll pass over us" said Stan

"Screw Cartman! Look I don't know what to do, i'm right On The Edge." said Kyle "I don't know what's going to happen next"

"I'm like that too" said Stan "Look it's late, i'll see you at school tommorrow and we talk about it then"

"Oh, okay. Bye"

With that, Stan hung up the phone. He took a deep breath and went to sleep not knowing what's going to happen either.