Hey guys. Thought I would try to get this chapter out quickly as to not keep you all waiting as much as I usually have. I'm gonna try to put a relating song into each story or put it at the bottom. I really want to spread around good music and not the crap that is in the charts now days. Oh well! Enjoy this extra long chappie!

Stan's POV

I woke up to the sound of a specifically loud song courtesy of my iPod. I hadn't even realized that I had left the thing on not to mention the fact that I actually managed to nod off knowing what is on my iPod. IT was then when I realized that a certain goddess of a girl was still cuddled up with me, her soft breath tickling my skin. I soon found myself staring at her face in awe. If I could have any one wish it would be to be able to live a normal life with Kayley. We would have probably met through Kyle anyway if she really was his sister. My doubts we obliterated by one more look at her face. She looked exactly like a girl version of Kyle.

It was at that point when I realized what I was going to do that day. That day was the one day where I could finally get back at the government for what they had inflicted on me. I shuddered at the memory. Not of my family's death, not of Bebe taking her last wavering breathe before dying in my arms. But of what the CIA did to me. What I had never told anybody before. It wasn't even an entry in my old diary which I had left in my old hide away. I guess now would be the time to enlighten you on this horror of my past; this omen which has haunted me, the curse that science has placed upon me. I'm closer to the brink now whoever is reading this story. Yes I know you're there. I know that you are probably thinking now 'what the f*** is going on in this story!' or 'Wow this is a really unexpected twist.' I don't know why he feels that this is such a pressing matter when this story of my unfortunate situations is reaching it's climax and ultimately, the end. I will explain how I know you're there later. But now you must take a trip into this memory pool.

Cue flashback please my good friend.

3rd Person POV

The slick, black limousine turned a corner and Stan found himself pondering how where he was going. 'I don't care…' he thought. Anything was better for him than scrounging for left-overs in bins outside restaurants and bars. Stan could feel that their was something wrong. The two agents beside him gave of that sense of menace and evil. Still, he didn't care. He had lost everything that mattered; his friends, who he loved dearly; his family, who he wished so much to still be with him; and most importantly, his old self. His old self had been brave, strong, meant for great things. Stan didn't see anything of his former self in the mirrors in the public toilets. Only a new face. The face of a boy who has the world on his shoulders; the face of a man who wasn't a man by choice but by fate.

The limo drove for hours until finally they reached a small blockade. Stan assumed that they were some sort of government agency. If the fact that everybody wore suits with ear pieces wasn't a give away enough the rough, concrete building complex he had entered was so heavily guarded that it looked as if it could withstand a nuclear war without so much as a roof tile falling of. Stan was still looking through the windows of the car at his surroundings when the limousine stopped and its contents where ejected. Stan was gently pulled out of the limo onto he stony ground. He was greeted by a peculiar looking man. He looked about 45. His hair was thinning and covered his head in thin, wispy, grey tufts. He was clean shaven but that only added to the fact that you could see his wrinkles around his mouth and chin. He was dressed in a white lab coat and emanated a sense of superiority and knowledge. Stan had never been a very smart student but he was always good at reading people and seeing people's true motives. The man looked very happy to see Stan, almost too happy.

"Welcome to Base 5 my young fellow. You have been brought to me here because you have a gift. A very special gift which me and my associates wish to nurture and improve. I am Doctor Frank but you can skip the doctor part if you wish." He said in a rough British accent. They were now in a spotlessly white room with steel a table in the centre. At that table Stan and 'Doctor Frank' were seated. It was all too obvious to Stan that he was hiding his true identity. Stan didn't understand how he knew this man was not to be trusted but the vide coming from the man screamed at Stan to run from him and hide. But Stan only just achnoledged this. Sadly, he was still recovering from his breakdown earlier at the bar. Sadness can make you blind.

"Now you are probably wondering what this gift you possess actually is." He moved in closer to Stan's face. "It is a most special gift indeed. One which allows the most talented individuals to control the entire fabric of this universe!" Stan looked up at Frank at that. Control the fabric of the universe?

"Bullshit," Stan laughed, "Nobody has that kind of power. Heck," he said raising his hands towards the ceiling, "nobody should even possess that power, especially not me."

"Scepticism is always the first reaction of potential members of our little family…"

The next thing Stan knew he was in another dazzling white room. This one however was decorated with machines which Stan neither knew nor cared what their function was. The main machine was a connected to a capsule.

"Now be a good lad and go into that capsule there. The procedure will not hurt and it should tell us just how powerful you are."

"I'm not going in there." Said Stan, the fear crept into his voice and he croaked out his appeal.

"I'm afraid my dear boy that you don't have any choice in this matter."

Right on cue two agents dressed in black suits stepped into the room. Stan knew that any resistance was futile and solemnly walked over to the capsule. Slipping inside the glass container, one of the suited agents shut the door and started tapping in codes on a keyboard. The entire room was soon filled with the whirr of cooling fans as the machines struggled to start up the metal monster he was connected too. All the lights went off except for the capsules and all eyes turned too Stan for the grand performance of modern technology. Stan could have sworn he saw two figures looking in through the window of the room. A man and a shorter, chubby teenager.

'No,' Stan thought in disbelief. 'It can't be. It's simply impossible.'

"Cartman?" The whisper escaped his lips just before the air was crushed out of his lungs and electricity coursed through his entire body. His body, his mind, every fibre of his being. Was suddenly overwhelmed by immense pain. Unstoppable as it was every conscious though was shoved out of his brain and was instead filled with merciless pain. Stan didn't even manage too scream, though his lungs were straining to scream the lack of air in them made this impossible. Then as soon as it had begun; which still felt like an infinite amount of time. The pain stopped, though this time replaced with a strange feeling. Stan could see nothing but the purest white light. His sight was useless and this frustrated Stan, who had only just regained conscious thoughts once more. Though he couldn't see anything using his eyes. He somehow, instinct maybe, exerted his will and was viewing himself from a third person view situated just above the window. There he was, in the capsule like he had been before the pain. This time however his head was pointed towards the sky and his hands were stretched out at his sides. It made Stan's skin crawl to see himself so rigid, so abnormal. Stan's facial features, eyes, nose, ears and mouth were all flooded with the same clean white light.

"He is one of them alright." A new voice said. Stan exerted his will once more and got a good view of the figures he had seen through the window. One was an old man, about the age of the evil Doctor. The other one was the chubby boy that Stan wished he had never met. Still dressed in his red coat and yellow and blue beanie hat.

"Did I do good uncle?"

MUWHAHAHA!!! Now you're all confused, depressed and left with a cliffhanger. Note to OddSoul: You bastard… Why does their always have to be a guesser. Couldn't you just think that maybe I would leave Cartman out of this predicament? Of cause not!!

Happy being tormented by my cliff hanger. REVIEW AND FLAME PLEASE!!!

A song to read this chapter too is hard to find. However maybe the song Closer to the Edge – By 30 Seconds To Mars would be a good match. Oops 00:42 will post this then head to bed.

-Jammerjcd

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