This will most likely just be a filler chapter, pushing more on Kyle and Kenny's romance. Who knows though XD I can already tell this chapter is going to kill me to try and write ;-; (Don't tell anyone. This is close to my fourth time restarting it.) Heads up though guys. The story might change to someone else's point of view ;3 I don't know though.

Chapter Three

I passed Kyle, he was sleeping still on the couch, he was snuggled close to his blanket as the storm raged on outside. He was shaking slightly hearing the thunder as it clapped loudly again.

Kyle began to fear storms a few years back, since then he has always shook a bit even in a light sprinkle. I tiredly walked up to him and ruffled my hand through his red hair. He whimpered slightly causing me to smile before he settled down a bit.

I started to make my way up to his room in hope to find new clothes. As I flicked on the light and his room brightened up, his room was practically still the same after so many years. I opened his closet and began to rummage through his shirts until I found a large shirt Kyle had for a back up for Stan, Cartman, or I in case we needed one. I walked over to his drawers to look for some shorts and I stopped as soon as I opened the drawer.

There was old newspapers on the murder I caused and then a yearbook from fourth grade. I quickly grabbed it and opened it up, as a crack of thunder exploded outside. Many pictures were crossed off as I flipped through the book. I made it to Mr. Garrison's class, and quite a few pictures were crossed off. Cartman, Token, Clyde Tweek, Butters, a few others and all the girls. That left Stan, Craig, and I. I sighed and grabbed a black marker that was on his desk and crossed my picture off as well.

"Why are you trying so hard to hide the truth from him?" An exhausted voice asked from behind me causing me to jump.

I sighed then glared at Damien who was staring over my shoulder. "I've seen enough of your face tonight. It's practically time for me to get up for class and I've haven't gotten an ounce of sleep."

Damien chuckled tiredly. "Answer my question and I'll get school cancelled for the day."

I stared at him hard. "Why are you interested in my life and what I do?"

"You're snappy. After you left my father insisted I watch over you in case something bad were to happen and you be alone. You're the most crucial person right now, being that you're a pure immortal." I huffed at him slightly as I started putting the stuff back in his drawer. "So, why are you trying so hard to pull Kyle away from discovering you? You have a thing for him, right? Wouldn't you want him to find out you were his hero?" He chuckled slightly while he talked.

"It wouldn't be the same. If I really wanted to get him to care for me like that, I don't want it to be only because I killed someone for him. Honestly, that'd be a pretty shit reason to fall in love with someone." I stretched and started looking for shorts again. "Goddamn he is so tiny." I remarked as I pulled up one of his shorts and tried to stretch out the tiny waist of them.

"Well, at least he would know you care for him. You practically hide in a closet, Kenny. Who are you to say, he doesn't need to know who saved his ass, literally. Maybe that's the push he needs to go after you." Damien was now sitting in Kyle's chair with his legs crossed.

"It would be the action he feels for, not me as a person." I paused. "Why is the son of Satan giving me relationship advice? It's not like you've ever been with anyone that's not dead and desperate to get into Heaven." He jumped a bit and looked down at the floor, silent.

I looked at him and he seemed deep in thought. "Who was it?"

"Hm?"

"Your lover. It's not like you to back down to one of my insults; out of character. So, who is it?" I leaned against Kyle door and crossed my arms.

"Was." He shuffled a bit in his chair, sitting back in his strong position like he were sitting on a throne. "What my love life consist of is no concern to you."

"Yet, mine is a concern to you?" I cocked an eyebrow at him.

"Yes, I find Kyle... a useful tool." I clenched my hands tightly, but Damien held his hand up to prevent me from speaking. "He has the capability to understand things far faster than anyone else, if you got him to help us this would go a lot quicker with a lot less damage and-"

"I am NOT letting Kyle be a part of this." I said as I started the leave the room, but I was thrown back against the bed and the door locked shut as I hazily sat up. "What the fuck dude?!"

"Kyle is going to become part of this no matter how hard you try to keep him out of it. He is a ginger with the correct mind structure. Have you not realized, Kyle fits the exact description of Ark. If Pip and Kevin know of the story they will likely be after him." Damien stared hard at me.

"What...why?" I said rubbing the back of my head as a small pain throbbed through it.

"That's why Velkerin had Derth kill Ark instead of the other way around. Yes, it's obvious he was stronger than Ark and would win if they fought, however, Velkerin knew that Ark's death would generate a power that Derth would absorb. In other words, the structure of both Ark and Kyle's minds are two of the same. They both hold the power that could destroy or empower the killer. Kyle is a catalyst and Kevin will want his power." Damien blinked tiredly. "Look, either you bring him in this or I will. It's up to you."

I nodded at him, dumbfounded to what to say. "Good, now I am going to cancel classes tomorrow for the high school. We have too much work to do, so get some sleep."

With that he had vanished and the door had unlocked. "Asshole." I murmured as I made my way downstairs. It wasn't until I reached the last step, how hard the storm was hitting. At this point the sirens should be going off but instead all that was going on outside was the sound of the sky screaming.

That's when I looked at the couch to make sure he was alright, he was curled up tightly, whimpering as he shook horribly. "Please, let me out...Please. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Just please let me out..."

"Kyle?" I squatted down in front of him and gently brushed the hair from his face, he instantly pulled back from my touch.

He whimpered quietly again as a flash light up the room. He was struggling to wake up, but for some reason he couldn't. I sat next time him and slowly patted his side, he jumped a bit with each tap, then slowly shuffled closer to me, I welcomed his small figure into my chest as I laid my head back, slowly drifting until darkness.

There was no more rain, just a dark trapped sky. Damien was beside me as I stared ahead. There was three figures, no four. Who were they?

Muffled screams, there was crying. Damien? He was shaking; fear was coaxed over his normal hellish face.

The figures game into view, one of them had long blonde hair, the body had a feminine look to it, but it was clearly a man. He wore a silk red bowtie and a British cap on. Pip?

The man beside him, ebony hair, he was pale. He looked so innocent, yet so evil. That couldn't be Kevin, could it?

I couldn't place the three man, he was unfamiliar, but he knew me. He was tall, broad, and mean. Who was he holding onto?

A small boy, so petite, His small red flips bounced as he was pushed onto the ground. He was gagged, tied, and looked beaten beyond belief. He looked up at me with glassy green eyes, I felt pain rocketed through my chest.

'KYLE!' I screamed, but I didn't hear myself. I raced forward, reaching out for the boy, water was running down my cheek. Was it raining again?

Suddenly, a gunshot rippled loudly through the air. Who was hit?

"Kenny!" I burst awake to see Kyle staring at me wide eyed. "Are you alright? It seemed like you were having a nightmare..."

My heart was still racing, slowly calming down. I leaned back against the couch as Kyle told me good morning. He looked exhausted, there were small bags under his eyes and when he did move a bit, it was slow. "You can go back to sleep, Kyle. School's been cancelled due to the storm." He shuddered slightly at the sounds of the rain hitting the window. It was a lot calmer than what it was last night. "You gonna be alright?"

He nodded and laid against the back of the couch. "How'd you know classes were cancelled?"

I blinked a bit, still groggy. "Uh...the... I got up earlier and saw the news?"

He was a bit too tired to realize the questioning in my voice as he stood up. "Well, We all are meeting up at Stan's house. We should go."

"What time is it?" I groaned.

"Almost noon... So come on." He smiled softly while he started walking upstairs.

He was out of sight. "Damien, it's alright to follow me I guess, but watching me sleep is a totally different thing."

Damien was sitting against the wall, his eyes were almost burning holes through me. "Shut up, rat." He hissed and I chuckled.

"Tired?"

"What were you dreaming about? Well, more like pissing your pants about?" He got up off the wall and sat on Kyle's coffee table, his eyes were lazy and his movements slow.

"You really need to get to sleep. I'm going over to Stan's house and all of us will be there. I won't need your 'protection' so you can sleep until we need to go talk to Bradley, unless you need we should go now?" I stood up and stretched slightly.

Damien thought for a bit. "Well, we'd have to examine his room and belonging. His sister is away as one of the Goths houses, probably getting high and enjoying this weather. His parents are away on some business trip for the father so now, while they're gone will be the best time. There is a chance he is still there, but we should find out sooner than later." He blinked a few times as Kyle's footsteps made their way down the stairs. "Tell him, you will meet them later."

Kyle hoped down passed the last step and smile. He still looked tired from the previous night, but looked better. He was wearing his orange jacket and green hat, I couldn't help but smile at his adorable flask back of clothes. "Are you gonna wear that?" He chuckled. "You're pretty slow today, Ken."

I smiled back at him. "I'll meet you there, Ky. I have to go check on Karen, make sure she made it home last night alright."

Kyle looked a bit disappointed. "Alright. Be there soon?" I nodded as I threw my orange sweater over the shirt and pulled my shorts on. "It's cold out, Kenny. You can't wear shorts."

"I'll be fine." I started to walk out the door, Damien close behind. "See you soon."

"You still remember where Bradley lives?" Damien asked as we walked.

"Yea, just the next street over. Fuck, it's freezing!" I crossed my arms and shivered.

Damien laughed harshly. "Your fault. Come on, hurry up." H started walking ahead of me; I tried to keep up with him, but I was having trouble because the wind kept pushing me back. "We will enter through his window, and just check around his room for any indication to his whereabouts or Kevin's." He looked back at me. "So, what's the deal between you and Kyle anyways? I know you're into him and it seems like he is into you, but you're a pussy. Make a move."

I rolled my eyes. "S-shut up, d-dude." I stuttered. "T-this isn't a t-t-topic we're going to talk a-about."

"You sound like Jimmy. " He smirked as Bradley's house came into view. "I can't sense anyone home, but someone was definitely there. Most likely Henrietta."

We walked to the side of the house, Bradley's window was already opened. I bent down and put my hands together to boost Damien up. Once he pulled me up, we both quietly started going through his things, but nothing caught our attention. "I guess he wouldn't likely leave much evidence, he was a nerd"

"Doesn't matter how smart he was. The internet is a beautiful thing." Damien said opening Bradley's laptop. His Facebook opened immediately. "Do you know his password?"

"Try...mintberrycrunch?" He typed it in and sure enough it worked.

He had two notifications, but four messages. Damien instantly clicked on the small letter icon and two of them was from Dougie and the other two was from Kevin. We both read the messages between them carefully.

Bradley: Please you have to come home! It's dangerous out of South Park!

Kevin: South Park doesn't have some fucking shield protecting us from danger. If anything it's fucking attracts danger!

Bradley: ...

Bradley: Just come back man. We've always been close friends and you tell me about everything! Why didn't you tell ME you were leaving?!

Kevin: Brad I found something. It changed me and opened my mind dude. I...we have to meet up. This is serious man. We won't have to be the losers anymore!

Bradley: What are you talking about?

Kevin: Just meet up with me. I'll be back in South Park in a few days.

Kevin: Meet me by Starks Pond this Friday. 11:30.

Damien looked up at me. "They're meeting up now. We have to get-" Suddenly Damien was pulled back by the neck and I was shoved up against the wall.

"What the fuck?" I managed out as I was pulled back to face Damien with my arms pulled tightly back and what felt like a small blade against my neck. Damien was being strangled by a cross necklace so he couldn't use any of his powers, and the person choking Damien was...it was the guy from m dream?

"Hello, Kenny...Damien." Kevin said from behind me.

Suddenly Pip and Bradley came in, I felt my heart speed up.

Fuck. I thrashed around as Pip approached me "Stop! You're messing with something very dangerous, Pip!" I pushed back against Kevin, but he held onto me. Damn, when did he get so strong?!

Pip looked back at Damien who was also thrashing around, but looked at Pip with pleading eyes. Pip then placed the rag over m face. I continued to fight back until I felt my body go numb. Shit...

A_N: Please don't hate me XD My goodness! This chapter was horrible and boring to write. I couldn't even find a way to move along Kenny and Kyle without continuing the story :'c Don't fear though my lovely friends! This chapter may be laaame, but I have the next chapter completely figured out. Hehe and hopefully, if it's not out by tonight then it will be tomorrow. You guys should send me some ideas for the book that'd you'd like to see. I might do some of them ;3