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It's over. A grand finale. Look what you've done now. You not only ended lives, but most importantly you've ended your own. Too good for the pits of hell, yet too bad for the clouds of heaven you walk the earth. A vagabond that no one sees or hears or senses ever again. A wayward spirit on a journey to nowhere, on the Road To Forever...

PART VI: ROAD TO FOREVER

The cold Colorado air was smacking him across the face as he was running down the street. Tears started to run down his face as he was darting his eyes back and forth through the town. Was this all a dream? Just my conscience getting the best of me? Well whatever it was, it's sure as hell working. He ran across the snow covered field toward the police station. He didn't know why, maybe if he would turn himself in, it would make things right. But just then as he was approaching the brick building...

SMACK!

He fell backwards into the soft snow, head in a daze as he gazed into the entity that caused him this pain. He recognized "it" quickly.

"Cartman!"

He starred into the dark eyes of the boy who was panting, sweating in nothing but some teddy bear pajamas. He flicked the brisk snow off of his body as he started to stand up.

"Stan! What are you doing here?" Cartman said.

"What am I doing here? What are you doing here!" replied Stan.

"I was just... you know, taking a little stroll" Cartman quipped "But you still haven't answered my question"

"Screw your question! Did you know what I just did?" Stan said "Huh, do you!"

"Let me take a guess" Cartman spoke "You was jerking off?"

"No asshole! I just saw myself... DEAD"

When he heard those words, he froze right into the asphalt. It was a pretty big coincidence that Stan would have the same dream as he had. But what if this isn't just a dream?

"You mean... dead?" Cartman stammered "Really dead?"

"Yes really fucking dead!" yelled Stan "Why you want to know!"

"Because... I saw the same thing" Cartman replied "It was probably just a mirage or something"

"That wasn't no mirage, man. That was all..."

Stan trailed off as he saw someone running full sprint towards his position. As that person drew closer and closer his screams were getting louder and clearer.

"I''m going to KILL YOOOOUUUU!"

In a blur of speed and fury, he ran right past Stan and made a beeline for Cartman knocking him straight to the ground.

"Kyle!" Stan screamed "The hell are you doing!"

Kyle didn't reply as he started to pound into Cartman's face with blind rage. Jabs and hooks were flying everywhere as Cartman's face started to get bloody. In between moments of fist meeting flesh Kyle would interject his thoughts.

"You fat son of a bitch, look what you've done! You killed Craig and Kenny! You bastard!"

As he continued his rampage, Stan would feebly try and make him stop.

"Kyle! Relax dude! That's enough!"

As this went on, the boys were too preoccupied with their brawl to see that a taxi pulled up right next to them.

BEEP!

That got their attention as the all looked towards the cab, even Cartman now battered and bruised. As the boys stared into the unusually tinted windows the back passenger one rolled down to revel a face they thought was long gone.

"CRAIG!" they yelled in unison.

"That's me!" replied Craig "How you guys doin'?"

"What do you think? Just fucking peachy!" yelled Kyle "Aren't you supposed to be dead!"

"Well yes, i'm still dead thank to you three. But it seems that you're not better off yourselves" said Craig with a smirk on his face "How did it feel?"

"To see myself dead on my patio? Pretty rotten, man." said Cartman "So what do you want, dead man?"

"Just to say goodbye and good luck" said Craig "Your not really going to need luck as your going to walk the earth forever and stuff"

"The hell you mean, forever?" said Kyle "We're going to hell, man. There''s no walking the earth"

"If you was going to hell Mr. Know It All, then why aren't you there now?" said Craig.

"Well what about you?" questioned Cartman "What about you?"

"Well me and Kenny just called a ride upstairs if you know what I mean" said Craig "Isn't that right Kenny?"

The shadowed figure in the other passenger seat motioned his hands to signal a thumbs up.

"Well enough chit-chat. Were out, so see you guys later... NOT!" laughed Craig as the cab started to pull away.

The boys were giving chase to the now speeding taxi as it was starting to pull away from view. Stan could catch a glimpse of a now seeable Kenny looking back at them, waving goodbye... with his middle finger up.

Before they realized it, the cab disappeared. They were alone again. It seemed as if the whole town was empty, not a single lifeform was outside except them. No birds chirping, no dogs barking, nothing.

"Well, I guess this is it. This is what it's all come down to" said Stan as he started to walk "Nice one, Fatass"

"What do you mean? This isn't my fault!" said Cartman "This is totally not my fault!"

"Why you fat piece of...!" yelled Kyle as he started to lunge toward Cartman as Stan pushed him away.

"Enough! We're dead now! Why fight now? You've got forever to do this shit, but not right now" stated Stan.

"He's right, lets just settle this later" said Kyle "Lets just get out of here"

"So where are we going?" asked Cartman.

"Anywhere, but here" replied Stan "Anywhere but here"

The trio started to shuffle up the road as they got farther away, they started to fade away. Then as soon as you could blink they disappeared into thin air...

"In breaking news three young boys were found dead in South Park, a suburb of Denver. Police say that Stan Marsh, Eric Cartman, and Kyle Broflovski were very close friends and also connected to the horrific slaying of 9 year olds Craig Nommel and Kenny McCormick a week ago also in South Park. The deaths were ruled out to be accidents says the county coroner. It's a major tragedy that has struck just about everyone in the small community. More on this story at 11. I'm Nina Gomez for CBS4."

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