"So this is your dad's old favourite bar?" Ayla asked, instantly having distaste for it. Who could blame her? You could smell the poor man's urine on the floor, the drinks wasn't that great, the TV was so small only received two channels and it was a dark little bar, made brighter only by cigarette smoke.

"What will it be?" The bartender asked, rubbing a dirty clothe into a beer mug.

"2 shots of whiskey," I said.

"Uhh Kenny…" Ayla dragged me away from the bartender.

"I'm not drinking here… I'll go grab something from the liquor store," She said and I frowned at her. I handed her the keys and she whizzes out of the bar, quickly.

"Women, huh?" The man said pouring me I shot of Whiskey.

"Yeah man, women…" I say awkwardly with a fake smile. This bar had been one of my father's favourite, simply because the drinks are really cheap and he met a lot of dealers around here. That was quiet a long time ago though…

"KENNY!!!!!!!!" A loud high pitch scream echoed through the bar. I ran outside to see what is going on. Under the dim lit street lights I see Ayla being lifted and dragged.

I run up to the two guys, but quickly I hit the ground hard. One of the men, a large white male lifts me up and throws me to the ground, face first. Lying on the cold car park, I slowly find a little bit of strength to sit up to feel my forehead, blood was pouring out of it and onto the sidewalk. I find my feet and standing next to me is a teenager, my age with piercing blue eyes and jet black hair.

"Stan…Stan?" I asked shocked. The boy looks at me for a moment, he seemed ready to attack but he relaxes his body.

"What are you doing back here? Get out of here…" Stan said. The two, bigger guys drag Ayla into the car.

"Wait, what are you doing?" I ask running towards the two men and trying to get Ayla out of the car. They push me back and easily drop me to the ground. I want to get back up, but it was no use… I had lost all possible energy, the man kicked me hard on the chest. I coughed up blood, spitting it on the hard concrete I had fallen upon.

"Let the girl go," Stan says. The two men pulled Ayla out of the car and droped her next to me.

"I'm sorry Ken," Stan says as he walks past me and into my car. I hear it start up, the roaring of my engine is deafening, till it slowly becomes quieter and quieter… then nothing at all.

"Kenny, Kenny!!!" Ayla screamed. Her face, slowly fading, just as quickly as my car. My world, slowly fading away, everything I could see, blackened. Darkness held me tight, till I could no longer feel Ayla's hands tightly embracing me in fear.

-

"Ok, is there any other information that could be useful to the investigation?" I hear as I slowly open my eyes. The bright light shone through the room, I could see machines attached to me, bringing me back to normal. Taking away all the pain that they could, but they could never take away the pain Stan had just put me through.

"Uhh the luggage, there were photo albums, clothes, Kenny's wallet and license" Ayla says as I turn around and see two police officers asking her questions. One, was a cop in training, the other was Officer Barbardy.

"Officer Barbardy, Butters?" Butters… a cop?

"Kenny!!!" Ayla said as she ran towards me and fell quickly onto my injured body.

"Ow, not so hard," I say as she tightly wraps her arms around my body.

"Sorry," She said releasing her arms a little and kissing me on the forehead, next to what was a massive bandage.

"Kenny, a lot of South Park isn't safe anymore, you should be careful where you visit…" Butters said taking a seat next to me.

"Yeah, I guess South Park was never that safe." I said with a grin.

"Yeah, anyways how have you been man? Long time no see," Butters said. This was nothing like the Butters I knew, even though he was always a polite and well manner child, something about him becoming a cop just seemed so… bizarre. Then again, Stan just stole my car… What is going on? This isn't what it used to be like. If I had returned to South Park and Cartman stole my car that would make a bit of sense but Stan? Never Stan. He couldn't. He was too nice…

"I have been good, till last night…" I say with a smirk.

"Yeah, let's go home… forget the car, I'll book two plane tickets… what if someone else attacks you," Ayla said frantically, gripping my hand quite tightly.

"Don't worry about the car, we'll get it back…" Butters reassured us. I wanted to ask Butters so much more but Officer Barbardy said that there was a robbery in progress and they had to go quickly.

"See ya Stan," Butters said as he and Officer Barbardy left quickly.

"See ya," Ayla and I responded in unison.

"Can we go home now?" Ayla asked, it was more a pled than anything else. I told her about how good South Park was, I never told her how dangerous of a town it could be. It was always a quiet community though, and when I lived here, the only trouble we had was with outsiders or Cartman.

"I'm sorry Ayla, we can't leave now… I haven't even seen Kyle yet and haven't caught up with anyone properly… its all been minor conversation, 'business' talks or getting beaten up," I say with a laugh but it was a funny matter at all.

Stan

I floor the car, slamming it into gears rather than changed it. So this was Kenny's car, it was pretty damn fast… definitely one of the fastest we had stolen.

"Boss, who were they?" Martin asked me.

"No one," I said as I drove towards the abandon warehouse where we worked together. This warehouse was actually abandoned, I remember when we were kids and one of my friends had purchased one. Well, this one was just deserted, on the bad side of town but so far away that no one ever came near it.

"They knew your name, what if they can track us?" Barney asked.

"One knew my name, I didn't know the girl…" I said.

"Then we should have taken her, she was pretty damn hot," Martin said with a creepy smile.

"No, then the boy would have been much more driven to catch us," I said. The girl was most likely Kenny's girlfriend, I couldn't take her away from him. The car was enough, we could make money out of this… we couldn't make money out of the girl.

"They were out of Towners, we could have taken them both…" Barney says.

"No, because… well they lived here before you guys did. Well the guy did anyways, and a lot of the townspeople know him and that's probably why he is back here." I said as a cell phone goes off. Martin opens the dashboard, and inside is a map, a diary, a photo album, a wallet and a cell phone.

"What do we do? Someone must be looking for him?" Barney panicked. I grabbed the cell phone and took a lot at the number. An unfamiliar number but a name I will never forget… Cartman. I switch the phone off and threw it back into the dashboard.

"My life in South Park…" Martin said looking at the diary.

"Put that away, you two aren't to touch anything in this car. You understand?" Barney and Martin exchanged confused glances.

"But why boss?"

"It isn't important, I will search the car myself and sell what is necessary." I say.

"Well you have to do that before we strip the car…"

"I'll do it tonight." I say as we arrive at our hideout. I park the car inside the warehouse, where a few other, incompletely car projects laid. After Martin and Barney left, I inspected the car for anything that could be useful to sell. The car itself looked quiet expensive, it would be because Kenny's family had won the stupid lottery and were filthy, stinking rich.

All I could find in the boot were two bags, one filled with chick shit and the other with a few random shirts and jeans. Typical Kenny, even after being rich he still dresses like a poor boy. Tonight, he had an orange parka on, with the hood down. It resembled the one he always wore as a child. Inside the car were only the items in the dashboard I saw before. His wallet had $50 cash, so I decided to take it and put it in my pocket. I opened Kenny's diary…

Stan's Birthday Party.

Stan had invited me, Kyle and Cartman to his birthday party. We were the only ones that were there other than Wendy. I kind of felt guilty, when Stan was unwrapping his presents. Kyle had brought him a new remote control car, it even had a stereo that you could turn on with the click of a button. It played Californication, one of Stan's favourite songs. You should have seen the look on his face, he was so happy… like how a baby is when you play peek-a-boo. Stan was no baby though, he was 11 and definitely the most mature of my friends even though he was the youngest. Someone that I always wanted to be like, he was just so cool and even had a girlfriend.

Anyways, Wendy, his girlfriend, had gotten him a chemistry set, it looked really expensive. He was really happy, I was kind of scared that he might blow the house up or something but knowing Stan… he was very good at chemistry. He enjoyed that so much, he could be a chemist or a doctor or something sciency like that.

Cartman had gotten him an Nintendo DS, well not exactly gotten him a brand new Nintendo DS, rather had given him his old one along with some games. Stan gave a little laugh, who would have thought a second hand gift like that, would satisfy him. He opened my gift, it wasn't in a box with colourful wrapping paper like everyone's else… it was in an envelope. Along with the card, I gave him $5, my only $5 note… I know to him it didn't mean much but it was all I could give him…

"Ha, god damn it your poor Kenny," Cartman teased but Stan just smiled and said 'thanks'.

FUCKING KENNY!!!!!!!!