I turned around, looking back at Cartman's house. He wasn't faking, was he? Was he acting nice, just so i would feel bad about being a dick to him all the time? I rubbed my head and ran toward the dodgy part of town. I snuck into a dark alley and sat up against the wall. I pulled my hood down and started to doze off until a voice startled me awake."You're Kenny McCormick."I looked up at two women, dressed in very skimpy clothes, bleach blonde hair and cigarettes hanging out both of their mouths. They both looked about 20, and they had on more makeup then I'd ever seen."Yes, I'm Kenny, why?", I said standing back up. "I hear you're pretty famous around here, you can surly make a bitch scream. You doing anything else tonight sweetie?"I thought for a second, considering how hot they both were. A quick buck. My consensus took over."No Kenny, you promised never again.""But, there's TWO of them.""What about Karen."I stopped my argument with myself, and looked up. I smiled swiftly and said,"Sorry ladies, not tonight."They looked at each other and frowned"Well, you are pretty hard to get...but you'll know where to find us."They winked and started walking back to the street corner before I stopped them."Hey! Wait! Do you guys know where the gang that stays around here is?"They both turned around and smiled."Sure sweetie, figures why you were in that costume...check by 3rd street, they're usually around there."I nodded my thanks and started to climb up the side of the nearest building. Traveling by rooftop was alot faster. By the time I got to 3rd street, sure enough, about 10 guys were cornering a boy a little older than me."So, you went to the cops, huh you little fucker?"The boy cowered up against the wall, crying,"I-I was scared."The tall guy in front pulled out a gun and held it to his head. "Don't be scared."', he cackled. I jumped down from the rooftop in front of the guy. He had about a foot on me, but I'm stronger than most people."Ah, you're that Mysterion kid", he said, putting down his gun. "I hear you can put up a good fight but.."Before he had time to finish his sentence, I raised my fist and hit him as hard as I could in his face. He staggered backward, and 9 of the guys behind him rushed forward. "run." I mumbled to the still crying kid. He listened and ran off. Now i was the one being cornered. The 9 guys all walked towards me, laughing. The leader, rising back to his feet, walked in front of his followers. "take him to the back alley, we don't want the evidence left here."When I woke up, I was slumped against a dumpster. Fuck, I sure had lost a lot of fights lately.. I'd be sure to work on that. When I finally realized my surroundings, I felt a sharp pain in my arm, stomach, and legs. I ran my hand down my arm to a gunshot wound in my shoulder. And another in my stomach. My ankle had to be sprained, at least. It took a few seconds for the pain to settle in. I covered my mouth to stop from screaming, and tears of pain rolled down my cheeks. I held my stomach with my good arm and tried to breathe deeply. I started to cough and my breathing got less frequent. They had to have punctured a lung. I started to cough up blood and I laid back against the dumpster. I closed my eyes and started to welcome death again."KENNY!" I heard Cartman scream. Good, I was back in Cartman's house, probably running late for school.. I started to open my eyes, and the pain was back again. It was dark, and I realized that I was still in a dark alley, dying. Except this time, Cartman was running towards me, yelling my name."K-Kenny?" he said, crouching next to me. I tried to look up at Cartman, but my eyes refused and I shut them again. I coughed and cluched my stomach tighter. "Kenny? C'mon Kenny!" he said, starting to cry. "Get up Kennah!" I shut my eyes harder and my breathing slowed. My shoulder had stained the ground crimson beneath it, and my ankle was still at a weird angle. I tried to tell Cartman I was alright. I wanted to tell him to kill me and stop the pain. I wanted to tell him I'd be back tomorrow, fine as ever. But I couldn't. Cartman picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. "Kennah if you d-die I'm going to f-fucking kill you." Cartman said, crying. I felt him carrying me up flights of stairs, and being laid down on what smelled like hospital sheets. I felt them jab needles into my arms. "its only 4o' clock in the morning Kennah, we can still make it to school." Cartman said, as more doctors shoved things into me. The pain had become numb now, but I still couldn't open my eyes, nor reply to Cartman. "Karen's with my mom, I knew something was wrong, s-so i came looking for you." I knew Cartman was trying to comfort me, tell me everything was okay. But that only made me feel 10 times worse when I couldn't hear them anymore, and I was falling back into the depths of hell.