Chapter 9: Stan vs. Kyle

Stan and Kyle still stood in front of the river, figuring out a way to get across. "Don't think that you're gonna get there first," Kyle said, as he walked up closer to the water, "because I'm faster and smarter than you."

"I beg the differ on both of those comments," said Stan, as he got his rope out. "I'm the one who's getting across."

"With that old thing? Your nuts."

"Oh you won't think that once I get over there." after making a loop in a not, he through one end of the rope toward the trees, but he missed.

Kyle gave an evil smile and chuckled. "I am smarter. And as long as you keep doing what you're doing, I will get there faster." He started taking his top off.

"What are you going?" Stan curiously asked.

"Getting across."

"You're gonna swim across? Are you crazy?!"

"No. It will work much better than your idea."

Stan threw the rope again, and luckily it got attached to a branch. He evilly smiled, as Kyle looked at him in concern. He was actually wrong. "Go ahead and go in the water," said Stan, as he got ready to swing across, "because there's no way I'm letting you use my rope." He then jumped and swung really fast.

Kyle watched him, not believing this was happening. But he started cracking up laughing once his best friend roughly hit the tree, and got stuck in the branches. "Real smart, Stan!"

Stan glared, and looked down at Kyle, who was about to jump. He's crazy. But as if he cared.

The Jew finally jumped into the river, and started swimming. Although he barely moved, since the rapids were pushing him back.

Stan chuckled. "Hopefully there isn't a waterfall!" he teased.

Kyle glared, as he continued swimming.

Stan smiled, and jumped out of the tree. He was bruised up, and he had some twigs coming out of his messy hair, which was briefly coming down his hat. But that didn't stop him. He started to run.

Kyle struggled, and was shocked that Stan forgot his rope. It was still there, and he could easily grab it, and pull himself to shore. No! I'm not gonna cheat! I'm not gonna have help from him! He continued swimming, but again, he barely moved. He started to doubt himself. He wasn't being smart. So he grabbed the rope and pulled himself to shore. He wouldn't let Stan know.

Stan was now walking in a forest, trees everywhere. This world was weird. First it started out as deserted, then cliff, then river, now forest? He really did have a weird imagination. Where did he get it from? He stopped for a moment, and reached his hand to get his gun, but then he realized it wasn't there. "Oh crap," he exclaimed. Kyle had broken it with his light saber. That freak. Now he didn't have a weapon, and Kyle still did. This was not cool at all. He had to find something quick. But he really had to keep going, so he could find the treasure.

The nine year old started running again. He ran and ran, until he suddenly saw a big lizard hiss at him. He gasped with fear. He hated reptiles. Especially snakes. But lizards were close to that. He was so shocked, he couldn't breathe or speak.

The lizard, which was about eight feet long, kept a threatening look in its face, and started walking toward Stan. If only he had some kind of weapon, he could beat the creature for sure. But he had nothing. He didn't even have his rope with him. He left it down at the river! "Ah! Stay away from me!" He picked up a rock, and threw it at the lizard, which screeched so loudly, and ran away.

The boy stood there, shocked that it happened so fast. He then looked ahead of him, and couldn't believe what he saw. A pile of rocks. A big pile or rocks. So high, he couldn't measure it.

"Don't move."

Stan curiously turned around, and saw Stan, holding his light saber.

"Don't even try, Stan."

"You're just staying that, so I won't get the reward before you."

"Don't try, because it's too dangerous. It won't work."

"Yeah, good one. I know it's all a trick."

Kyle glared.

Stan turned around, and ran over to the pile of rocks. He started climbing. His best friend watched, and couldn't believe it. It seemed impossible. Anything could happen.

"If you knew video games, you'll know that anything would pop up! I'm finding another way."

"Do what you want!" Stan shouted. "But I'm gonna climb this to the top, and I'm gonna find that reward." He kept climbing.

Kyle was tempted to move on, and find another way, but he just couldn't. He kept watching Stan climb. It looked so tough. He could fall, or a rock could fall. "Stan!"

Stan stopped, and looked down. "What?!"

"You're crazy, Stan! It's so stupid!"

"Do you want me to go back down there, and fight you or something?!"

Kyle thought for a moment. "Yes! I do!"

Stan sighed, and started climbing back down. It took him about 40 seconds, and he finally got to the bottom. "Ok," he started, "come on, lets fight."

Kyle walked up to him, and started laughing. "Are you crazy? You don't have any weapon, and I do. You don't know what you're in to. I'm the smarter one. I'm the strongest one. I'm gonna find that reward, and I know what's coming! Unlike you."

Stan suddenly kicked Kyle in the crotch, who yelped, and fell down, dropping his light saber, and holding on to his crotch.

Stan took the light saber, and leaned down to Kyle's face, and whispered. "You didn't see that coming, did you? I'm the smarter one, and I will find what I'm looking for." He started running, finding another direction to go to.

Kyle just lay there, not believing what just happened. "He had been kicked in the crotch by his friends before, but it was just for fun. This was serious. Stan just hurt him. He eventually started pulling himself, and suddenly saw some weird shiny thing flying toward him.

The shiny thing turned into Bug Feet. "Kyle," he started.

"Yeah," he weakly replied.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm getting that reward, Bug Feet."

"You're not trying hard enough."

"Yes I am!"

"I said for you not to let anybody get in your way. Don't trust anyone."

"I'm doing exactly what you told me."

"Then why have you stopped Stan Marsh from climbing that pile of rocks?"

The Jew looked down at his shoes nervously. "He could have gotten killed."

"And why is that a problem!" He grabbed Kyle's neck, and held him up in the air, just like he had done to Stan before. Kyle started freaking out. "Don't worry about him!" Bug Feet went on. "He is the enemy!"

Kyle started gasping. "Let me go! I'll do what you say!"

Bug Feet had a serious anger problem. It would be hard for anyone to trust him, but maybe he just had an anger management problem. The reward must have been very important. He harshly threw Kyle to ground.

The Jew grunted as he fell on his stomach, and got up on his knees, then looking back at Bug Feet, who had walked over to him. "Let me ask you, young Kyle. This is like a video game, right?"

"Y...yes."

"And in video games, you try your hardest to get to the reward, right?"

"Yes."

He leaned down, eye level with Kyle. "But there is always some enemy to stop you. What do you usually do to that enemy."

"Defeat them."

"That's right. This reward is worth everything. It can change the world, and it is real. Don't let this freak get in your way. Kill him."

"W...what?"

"KILL him."

"For real?"

"Do not stop your imagination. Kill him in this world so you can get that reward. The real world is way different then your imagination."

"I have no weapon."

Big Feet held up a sword, and gave it to Kyle. "Do what you have to do."

Kyle took it, and ran after Stan.

Bug Feet smiled. "I am such a good liar."

Stan stopped to rest, and started panting. He had finally gotten out of the forest. What a relief. Maybe he was close to the reward. But then he remembered that Bug Feet told him he had three days. This must have been a big adventure. He looked at the sky. It was getting dark. He then looked at his watch. At least he still had his watch in his imagination. It was 7:45 pm. He then looked ahead. "Oh great."

There was another cliff, only there were tall rock formations, so he could jump onto and get across. He went over to the edge, and looked at it carefully. The first jump didn't look too far, but still pretty far. He was about to jump when a familiar voice interrupted.

"Stop!" Kyle cried, as he was running over.

Oh great. Stan held out his light saber, which use to be Kyle's, ready for him to attack. But once the Jew came over, he gently pushed Stan, causing him to drop the light saber, which fell down the cliff. "No!" He then looked up at Kyle, who was evilly grinning.

"You have nothing now," the Jew said, ready to attack Stan with his sword.

But he quickly dodged it, jumping across to the first rock. He had made it, and looked back at Kyle, who was glaring at him. But Stan gasped when he saw that Kyle was about to make the jump. So he jumped to the next rock. There were still two more to go.

Kyle made his first jump, and stood there, looking at his best friend. He then jumped again, and was ready to hit Stan with his sword, but he jumped to the next rock. "Ah!" Kyle yelled.

Stan jumped to the next one, and then made it to the other side. "I'm getting that reward!" Stan cried.

"No you're not!" The Jew jumped his last two rocks, and to the other side where Stan stood. "I'm getting them!"

Stan started running.

"I won't let you win, Stan!" He ran after him.

Stan kept running, and looked ahead. There was some weird misty smoke way ahead. Stan grew curious. Where was he going to next? But then he tripped over a rock, and fell.

Kyle finally caught up with his best friend, and slowed down, stepping up to Stan, who was laying on his stomach. He then looked up to Kyle, who was glaring.

"I have to stop you, Stan."

"You won't stop me, Kyle." He finally stood up. "'Cause I'm getting that reward."

"No you're not!" Kyle aimed his sword toward Stan's head, but Stan ducked, aware of it. But Kyle wasn't finished. He suddenly aimed at him again, and stabbed him in the stomach.

Stan gasped hard, and stared into space.

Kyle could have sworn he saw a tear come out of Stan's left eye. He then took the sword out of Stan's stomach.

Stan fell on his knees, his hands on his wound, and started coughing, blood coming out of his mouth. The Jew stood there, curiously looking at his best friend. This couldn't be real. He never wanted to imagine blood. I don't care what Bug Feet says. I'm stopping my imagination.

Kyle went back to the real world. He was shocked. Where was he?! He looked behind him, and there was a small pit, with four rocks across it. He then looked in front of him, and gasped. "Stan!"

Stan lay there, trying to breath. There really was blood on his stomach, and Kyle looked at his sword. There was blood there, too.

Kyle Broflovski really did stab his best friend in the gut.

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