Shortest yet.
Trey n Matt own them, not me, and I don't get anything out of doing this.
Con-crit welcome, but not flames. Thanks.
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Meanwhile, at Shakey's, Stan is pacing up and down the room, running his hands through his hair, and glancing at his cell phone on his desk.
"Come on, Kenny," he mutters, and is too busy pacing and mumbling to notice Gary approaching him. The Mormon stands, and takes in the worried wreck that is Stan Marsh.
"Stan?" he eventually says, but gets no answer. Butters joins him, and looks up at Gary who shrugs back.
"Stan?"
"WHAT?!" both Gary and Butters look at him in offence, and Stan flops down into his seat. He sighs, heavily, and the three remain silent until Stan jumps upon hearing his phone ring on the table next to him; the song 'Don't Cha' by the Pussycat Dolls coming out of the small speakers. He rushes to grab it, and answers it in a panicked voice.
"Kenny?!" he exclaims, but the reply is not his friend. Not anymore.
"Not quite." The voice makes Stan's blood run cold, his mouth turn dry, and his heart beat louder than usual.
"What have you done with him." His voice is sincere, and the person at the other end laughs horribly.
"Don't worry yourself, he's not dead. Well," there is a pause, and Stan can hear the speaker grin. "Not anymore," Stan takes a deep breath through his nose, and licks his mouth.
"What do you want?"
"An exchange. Kenny, in return for Him." Stan goes silent, because it is a difficult choice to make. On the one hand, Kenny is his best friend, and combined with the inability to die, it made him useful. However, immortality was nothing compared to Him… The only choice would be to play unfairly.
"Okay. Where do we exchange them?" he whispers, and a small chuckle vibrates down the cell phone.
"How about… Stark's Pond, about… nineteen minutes past eight, sound familiar?" are the last words to be spoken, and Stan doesn't even get a chance to agree as the caller hangs up.
In a fit of rage that follows, Stan doesn't even hang up himself. Instead, he screams at the phone and throws it at the nearby wall; catching the attention of everyone in the room. Gary is first to speak.
"What is it, what's going on?" he sounds nervous, and Stan looks at him darkly.
"Do you still have your key?"
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South Park Elementary isn't one of the few buildings that still stand complete. The only thing that remains is a couple of walls, and the front door which gives off an air that simply says 'Don't come any closer' to people who try.
Stan and Gary stand in front of the doors, the blonde stood closer than Stan, with a thick, silver chain around his neck. On which hangs a black globe the size of a large marble that if one was to look at for longer than a glance, it would give off an odd feeling of non-existence. It weighs nothing, literally nothing, and gives off no heat. If you couldn't see it, it wouldn't be there.
"Good luck, give my regards to Him for me." Stan tells Gary, who nods and walks slowly towards the double doors, only to vanish as soon as he comes within a metre of them.
As soon as Gary walks through the hole in reality, he finds himself stood in the empty, but complete, school as it was four years ago. Instead of the usual entrance hall, however, he finds himself stood just in the doors to the gymnasium, in the middle of which is a throne made from a similar material to the globe around Gary's neck. If he were ever to remove the globe whilst in this realm, he would die.
Upon the throne sits an impossibly perfect-looking human being with jet-black hair like the depths of space, and red eyes that blaze like the sun. His skin is as pale and as flawless as untouched snow, and on his body, a deep purple robe woven from the final breaths of innocent souls seems to move without wind. This is Him. This is Damien.
"Why, Gary, to what do I owe this," Damien draws a deep, satisfied sounding breath through his nose and breaths out with the final word, his voice clear and creamy like his complexion, "pleasure?" whilst Damien is the complete definition of grace at this point, Gary seems uneasy – as though having an inward fight with himself.
"We need you, Damien," his voice is stiff, and forced, as though his brain wants him to say something different. This was the effect that Damien had on everyone, he was the embodiment of temptation, and therefore flawless and bewitching. Gary hated this about him, because it was the complete temptation that he lost his virginity to the first time he visited.
"Hmmm?" every sound that Damien made always seemed to sound, in a word, orgasmic, and he glides over to Gary, his toes just grazing the gymnasium floor as he defies gravity. In order to fight the urge to tackle Damien, and give in to temptation by having sex with him right there on the floor, he grits his teeth, and stares straight ahead whilst Damien caresses the side of his face with the back of one hand, and slowly rubs his chest with the other.
"We… we need you… to… to…" Gary gulps as Damien presses a kiss to his cheek, feeling like a rose petal, and floats around to float behind Gary to drape his long, pale, hairless arms over the blonde's shoulders, pressing the side of his face to Gary's neck.
"Go on, Gary, please do," Damien's breath is hot as he whispers into the would-be angel's ear, seductively.
"We need you to help us, get Kenny McCormick back from… from…" his defences start to fall, and Gary turns his head to look straight into the fiery red eyes of Damien. Inwardly, he sighs in frustration, and gives in as he wraps his arms around Damien's middle and pulls him into a long, slow, but heated kiss.
"I hate you," he growls, pulling away, and Damien gives him a pleasurable smile,
"Everyone always does,"