Ayla

I don't like this town, its just so chaotic. I can't believe this is where Kenny grew up, he did always have a bit of a bad boy attitude at times but he was mainly a sweet and caring guy. I didn't think that his former best friends would be like this. Cartman is alright, but Stan decided to steal his best friend's car… that is just not right. At one point all that Kenny talked about was that stupid H22A he chucked into his car, I don't know much about cars but Kenny loved his integra. This whole trip was Kenny's fault.

Now here we are. A smelly little building, old brownish bricks that are starting to corrode. Two, grotty looking cells, with rusted iron bars that held a hippie and a teenager with demonic grey eyes. We walked through the wooden floors that creaked with every footstep into a small little office. Kenny started talking while I quietly took a look around the place. Unorganised bookshelves with law books dating back to the 60s and I don't mean the 1960s. Files and files of unsolved crimes dated back to those same 60s.

"What is your girlfriend doing?" Butters asked annoyed.

"Ayla?" Kenny asked confused.

"Oh sorry," I said with a smile. I just wanted to check these files out for fun, but I'm not back in N.Y where I got that freedom. No, this place…as Kenny would put it… sucks!

"Kyle?" Butters asked. A police station, how ironic that we would be spending time here after Kenny told me that his old town was nothing to fear.

"Yeah…" Kenny said.

"His family moved to the good part of South Park… he lives on campus at South Park university." Butters replied with a smirk.

"Good part of South Park and wait, Kyle goes to university? He jumped a year?" Kenny said, maybe all his pretty memories were always this cruel to him. He doesn't know what South Park is like now, maybe in the days of his childhood there wasn't much to worry about. They were just kids after all, oblivious to the horrid town they lived in.

"It's Kyle dude, you forget how smart he was….so was Stan. It's just a shame that Stan ended up in this position." Butters said pulling a big file out of a filing cabinet.

"He is two criminal acts away from being sentenced to prison for 5 years... so far the worst he has been caught for is an armed robbery at a local shop. After the robbery, he stole a car and got done when it ran out of petrol." Butters said with a laugh. I don't see the funny side to any of this. It's just not funny. I always though South Park is funny, Kenny's stories of a dysfunctional community always made me laugh. But this… this is not what I imagined. This is some kind of nightmare that Kenny has trapped me in. I just want to go home.

"You can borrow my cortina, its at my place on Jefferson," Butters dispensed some information and Kenny acted like he knew the place. He doesn't know this town at all, nothing seems to reach him about the danger we are in. We should just leave, back home I could get my uncle to get Kenny's car back. He is, after all, part of the police department. Unlike the cops in this town, our ones can actually catch criminals, well at least half the time.

"Ayla, stop daydreaming, we got to go to Kyle's" Kenny tugged me up frantically, what's he so excited about. I don't want to disappoint him but it's not going to be the same Kyle he knew. It's going to be some crazy version of him that is going to either be the better, or most likely, the worst version of him. Why can't he wake up and sense this? He has let all of his memories create an illusive veil that he chucks over his eyes. He hides himself that way from the true South Park, the one he thinks exist but its long gone, it's so far away he lets his imagination go wild, trying to pretend this is a fun trip.

"Damn, MkII Cortina, not bad…" Kenny said opening the car door. Butters' car looks so old. This is just not helping Kenny. What about his car? What if this one gets stolen as well?

"Ayla… are you coming?" Kenny asked me.

"Kenny, I want to go home…" I say to him getting into the car slowly.

"Please Ayla… don't make this any harder than it is…"

"Harder than it is, it's only hard because you want to stay here, for no god damn reason!"

"It's not like that, this is my real home and I know things are a little bit crazy right now but… I promise this will end well."

"End well? How… this is nothing but a horror film. No matter what, there is no such thing as a good ending to a horror film."

"I beg to differ, most horror films end well." He says with a smirk as he gets in the car. God damn it Kenny, you bastard.