Kenny wandered the depths of hell, constantly thinking of ways to get back. He sighed and sat on a large rock. It had been a week since his death and a week since the love of his life had tried and nearly succeeded at doing the unthinkable. The Grim Reaper sauntered past him and waved in acknowledgment. Kenny waved back and was struck with an idea.
"Death, dude, can you help me out here?" He slid off of the boulder. The cloaked man turned to face him, his head tilted slightly. "I need to get back to South Park but Satan and Damien say I can't just return this time." The reaper scratched his head questioningly. "You think I can catch a lift back with you?" Kenny asked, his eyes pleading. Death shook his head. "C'mon dude, why not?!" He shook his head again. "What if I do your job for a night? Just one night so I can say good bye to someone." The cloaked man seemed to sigh and looked down, nodding his head in defeat. "Awesome! Thanks man!" Death took Kenny by the hand and led him to his living quarters. Once there, he threw a similar cloak at Kenny and motioned for him to slip it on then handed over his scythe and a scroll. The blonde opened the scroll a bit. "So these are the people who need to die in South Park?" The reaper nodded and began shooing the blonde away. "Okay, okay, I'm going." He exited the Grim Reaper's home. "Thanks again dude!" The door was shut in his face and he walked away with a laugh.
It didn't take Kenny long to figure out the magic qualities of the cloak he now wore. It allowed him to leave hell virtually unnoticed and transported him exactly where he needed to be. He unrolled the scroll and read the first name. "Craig Tucker." His eyes widened. "What? No way dude! I can't kill him." He pulled the feather pen from the top of the scroll and scratched out Craig's name then wrote the name of his ex-sergeant. "That's much better." He smirked, placing the feather pen in its spot. With Bowcott's name in mind, the cloak transported the blonde to a location nearby where the sadistic general was staying. As Kenny walked the empty streets, he caught the faint sound of a man laughing manically. The blonde pulled the hood of the cloak up, concealing his facial features, and followed the echoing laughter.
"He's finally dead! After all these years the freak is gone!" Bowcott sang loudly to himself, unaware that his voice carried perfectly through the alleys and straight to Kenny's ears. The replacement grim reaper came to a stop at an abandoned building with a fire burning inside. Stealthily, he crept inside. Bowcott cracked a bottle of cheap champagne open, sending the cork flying across the abandoned room.
"You could have bought something more expensive to celebrate with." Kenny spoke hoarsely. Bowcott spun around to see the cloaked man.
"Who the hell are you?" he hissed. Kenny waved the scythe.
"Who do you think?"
"Look kid, this is party's full enough." The sergeant took a swig from the bottle.
"Thats fine, I'm not here to party dude." The hood of the cloak fell slightly, revealing the blondes facial features. Bowcott glared before he growled and threw the bottle at a concrete wall.
"Why won't you stay dead you damn freak?" Kenny shrugged at the sergeants angry question. The large man came running at him, screaming an irritated battle cry. Kenny stepped aside and let the large man crash into the wall. Bowcott fell to his knees.
"You're getting out of shape Serg." Kenny smirked, crouching beside the downed man. "My turn." The words hissed hostilely through the blondes lips.
Kyle sighed looking down at the dog tags that lay against his chest. There was a gentle rap on his door, causing him to look up.
"Hey Karen." He smiled softly. The youngest McCormick child made her way over in a timid manner.
"Hey Kyle, how you holding up?" she smiled back, taking the seat next to his bed.
"I'm getting better." His smile became mournful. "So, how was the funeral?" Karen's head dropped momentarily then she looked up at the red head, still smiling only now there were tears brimming her eyes.
"It was beautiful, Kenny would have thought it was stupid for sure." She laughed, shaking a tear from her eyes. Kyle reached over and placed his hand lightly on the young woman's shoulder.
"I wish I could have been there." Karen was just about to speak when a loud commotion from the hall interrupted. She rose to her feet and peeked out the door. Kyle slipped unsteadily from his bed and stood beside her.
"Quick, get this man into an operating room!" one of the doctors ordered the paramedics who were wheeling a man in on a stretcher. The group of paramedics, nurses, doctor and patient wheeled by Kyle's room.
"H-He c-cant be a-alive s-s-still." The man mumbled. A bloody arm shot out just as the man was wheeled by Kyle, catching the red head's hospital gown. His eyes widened in shock and terror as he looked into the man's manic eyes. "K-Kenneth McCormick, he he's dead!" the man's grip released and his eyes fell shut.
"We're losing him!" the doctor barked.
"Mr. Bowcott, stay with us." A nurse said as the commotion carried on down the hall. Kyle looked down at Kenny's little sister.
"Did he say Kenny's name?" she looked up at him, fresh tears brimming her eyes.
"I-I don't know Karen." Kyle inhaled a shaky breath and exhaled as the room began to spin.
"Kyle, you don't look so good." Karen lightly grabbed the Jew's arm. "Come on; let's get you back into bed." She said softly, leading him back to his bed. Kyle adjusted himself on the bed and looked down at his hospital gown.
"Is there another Kenneth McCormick?" he questioned looking at the blood stain.
"I'm sure there must be." Karen replied. "You should get some rest, I'll see you soon okay?" she smiled. Kyle nodded and watched as the youngest McCormick sibling left. His eyes fell closed not long after only to shoot open not long after by a loud clang by the window of his room.
"W-Who's there?" his voice was a mere undertone. A hooded figure wielding a scythe came into view.
"Sorry Kyle, did I wake you?" Kyle's eyes widened and his pulse quickened, making the heart monitor beep faster. Kenny quickly pulled the hood down. "Ky, relax, it's me." He grinned apologetically.
"You're dead! I saw you die!" Kyle shouted although it came out as nothing more than a harsh whisper.
"I know dude, I know but that's why I have this." Kenny lifted the scythe and motioned to the robe. "This was the only way I could come say good-bye." He moved to Kyle's bedside.
"I-I'm just hallucinating from too much morphine." Kyle said softly to himself. Kenny tilted the Jew's chin up and lightly pecked his lips.
"Can a hallucination do that?" he smirked.
"Kenny, you're really here?" the red head swallowed a lump that was growing in his throat.
"Yeah, but I guess I can't stay long, I have to return this stuff to death." Kenny sighed as a frown formed on Kyle's lips. The blonde cupped Kyle's cheek and smiled sadly. "Kyle, I'm sorry about all of this, I wish we could have had more time together dude but, well, life's a bitch." He leaned in and kissed the Jew's lips once more. "I love you Ky, take good care of yourself, okay?" Kyle looked down at his soiled gown.
"Don't leave, not yet." He looked back to the empty space where Kenny had been. "I love you too, Kenny." Silent tears leaked from his eyes as he turned onto his side and closed his eyes.
(My apologies for taking so long to post a new chapter, I'm afraid I was struck by writers block for sometime but now it's gone. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and will enjoy the remainder of the story ^.^)
