Sorry for the long update. I had a writers block. But now I'm back! This chapter may be very, very short, though. Sorry about that. But I hope it's worth it.
Chapter 10: My best friend is dying..
"Stan!" Kyle cried again. "Oh my god!" He leaned down to his best friend, who was just gasping for air. And the pain in his gut just kept increasing, never stopping. The blood kept coming, too. "Stan."
He didn't reply; like it was possible.
"What have I done. Stan, you have to be ok."
He just kept gasping, not looking at Kyle, and he was tempted to fall, and to not live anymore.
"This can't be true Stan." The Jew started to cry. "Bug Feet said that...it wasn't real. I didn't mean to, Stan! I didn't mean it! Stan?"
And Stan made a big groan, and fell on his stomach.
"Stan!" Kyle grabbed his best friend, and turned him over, holding his head up. "Stan, please don't go."
Stan opened his eyes, and finally looked at his best friend. He didn't seem angry, but very upset. The eyes looked like little puppy eyes. "K...Kyle..."
Kyle grew anxious, now that he heard Stan speak.
"I...I didn't...mean it."
"You didn't mean what?"
"What I..." he gasped between each word. "Your mom..."
Kyle stood up. "Who cares! Stan, I didn't mean what I did to you!"
Stan lay his eyes on the sword that Kyle had in his hand, then pointed to it. "You did..."
Kyle looked at his sword. "No! I didn't no it was real!" He dropped it. "Please Stan! I didn't! You have to believe me!" He cried even more.
"I...do."
Kyle leaned back down to his best friend. "I'm so sorry, Stan. You will be fine. I promise you."
Stan tried to believe him, but it seemed impossible. The pain was horrible, and he felt his life draining.
"You'll be fine."
Stan slowly reached his hand out, and briefly took Kyle's, then looked into his eyes with sorrow. He then coughed again, blood coming out of his mouth. And he couldn't see Kyle anymore after that.
"Stan? Stan?!" He felt the grip on his hand decrease, and Stan's hand dropped. And his eyes were closed, and his face was pale. "Stan! No! Stan please!" He started sobbing! He then put his head over his best friend's chest. It wasn't moving, and his heart wasn't pumping. "No! Stan! No!"
The Jew got up, and angrily shouted, cursing at God. "You let me kill my best friend! You did! No! No!" He fell to the ground. "I'll never forgive myself!" He continued sobbing. "Stan! My..best friend!"