Craig's POV:

I couldn't help but to let out a slight chuckle at Clyde who was holding a bloodied tissue up to his nose.

"What's so funny?" He asked in a nasally voice.

"Just the fact that you got your ass beat by an animal loving pacifist." I snorted. I hated Stan Marsh, I really did, but I had to admire what he had done to Clyde.

"He caught me by surprise; I could have totally taken him." Clyde defended. I shook my head and turned around to look at Kyle; he was crying and I felt a jolt of jealousy go through me when I saw that Stan had his arms around him to comfort him.

"Do you think they're going to get together?" Cartman asked me. I didn't reply; I was still mad at him for being with Clyde all this time and not telling me.

"You can't ignore me forever Greg."

I looked at him and glared, I hated how he had the upper hand; I hated how at any time he wanted to; he could expose my secret to Kyle.

"I don't think they'll get together." I muttered trying to convince myself as well as Cartman.

"I'm not so sure about that, Stan has loved Kyle for years, but he's too afraid of his reputation being tainted to do anything about it." Cartman said.

"If he's more concerned about his reputation, then he doesn't deserve Kyle." I said casting a glare in Stan's direction. I knew that if he wasn't so self-conscious, then he could have Kyle in his arms in no time at all. I mean, in a relationship sense, not in a comforting sense like he was doing now. Just then, Mrs Tallow came in carrying out our literature books.

"Weak dude! We have to do school work when a murderer is on the loose?" Cartman groaned when he saw the books.

"I figured that reading would help you take your mind off of it." Mrs Tallow said handing us our books despite the groans and protests of the other students. When I opened my book in shock, I gasped at what I saw, inside was a note much like the ones my stalker had been leaving me.

Dear whoever has this book this hour,

I think Craig/Greg might have ties to the murderer, I think he is paying someone off or threatening them to do his dirty work, it seems like the people that has gotten killed has known who he was or has tried to take what he wants. I suspected that Clyde probably would have been next if the outburst between him and Cartman hadn't have happened. Please tell Stan to watch his back, I think he is getting too close to Kyle for Craig to like.

The letter ended right there and I started wondering how my stalker had found the time to go write the letter, I figured he did it in the mist of all the chaos that was going on. I then wondered how he knew that Mrs Tallow would be bringing our books here; I also found it strange who the note had ended up in my book. Was my stalker even a student here at all? Was he even human? I quickly stuffed the letter in my pocket before anyone could see it and I started to read The Most Dangerous Game. I remember one time hearing Stan say that this is his favourite story in our book because the hunters get a taste of their own medicine. I peered over to where he was sitting and sure enough he had his book open to the same story.

"Hey." I heard someone say; I turned around and saw Wendy sitting there with her book on her lap.

"Hi." I muttered back, I hadn't really talked to Wendy since I had changed my identity.

"You look a lot like your cousin." She whispered.

"Do I?" I asked with mock surprise.

"Yes, if I didn't know any better I would figure that you guys were the same person." She said.

"How do you know we're not?" I asked smugly, using some sort of reverse psychology. If I had acted on the defensive side, then Wendy might have suspected something, but joking about it made me seem like I was innocent, if that makes any sense.

"Well for one you're not bitching about Stan every five minutes." She said as if that proved her point.

"Does Craig really bitch about Stan that much?" I asked in shock, I hadn't realised that I had.

"Yes! It gets pretty annoying to be honest, I mean Stan doesn't deserve it, he's a really nice guy."

"He didn't seem very nice from the way he punched Clyde."

"He was defending his best friend." Wendy said strongly. I sighed because I knew that if I said anymore, she would go off on one of her protesting rants. I remember in grade seven when she and Kyle's mother had spent months protesting sugary cereals in the cafeteria. They ended up winning their case to the horror of students everywhere. Now we were stuck with plain Cheerio's and Frosted Flakes.

"Do you think Stan and Kyle will get together?" I suddenly found myself asking.

"They might, not now, but they will in the end, those two are destined to be." Henrietta said answering for Wendy.
"What are you doing here?" I asked; I was shocked to see her after Wendy had said she was absent.

"I was at the dentist; the stupid principal came and pulled me out right as I was in the middle of a tooth cleaning, Bebe, Nichole and Annie are here too." She replied.

"Why weren't they at school?" I asked.

"What are you? Someone's over protective father?" Henrietta replied. I rolled my eyes slightly and started thinking about what she had said about Stan and Kyle, were they really destined to be? Would I ever get the chance to feel his love? To hold him in my arms and to let him feel my love? As I was thinking, a crumpled up piece of paper hit me in the head knocking me out of my daze.

Greg,

Worried about someone stepping up on your man? Maybe you should do something about it.

From,

Eric.

I rolled my eyes and sighed, I was fed up with Cartman and all his shit, one minute he seemed to be on my side and the next he was acting like his normal douche self. I then started to wonder if he had something to do with the letters I kept finding that were threatening to expose my secret, how else would the stalker had known we were going to Shakey's Pizza?

Eric,

Be honest with me, do you have anything to do with the notes I've been finding?

From,

Greg.

I saw his round stomach jiggle a bit as he laughed reading my letter.

Greg,

Do you honestly think I would go through all that hard work to out you and not take any of the credit for myself?

From,

Eric.

I groaned because he had a point, Cartman wasn't the type of person to do anything if he didn't get any recognition for it, even if it was a good for bad thing.

"Everyone come out to the auditorium, a student here has something he wants to share with everyone that might help us find out who has been murdering your classmates." The principal said before I could write my reply to Cartman. I could hear gasps and whispers buzz around me, I knew that my classmates were both excited and nervous to hear what this person had to say. When we reached the auditorium and we were all sitting, I was surprised to see Tweak walk out onto the stage.

"I have an idea who has been murdering my classmates." He started, I was surprised to see that he wasn't shaking or anything, I guess from spending all that time down in the basement, he hadn't had any time to go get coffee.

"I have been leaving notes around hoping for someone to find them, I also left them in hopes that he would find them and they would scare him off before he had a chance to do any real harm."

I looked up at him in shock; Tweak Tweek of all people had been my stalker? I realised now that the sloppy writing wasn't because he was in a hurry, it was because of his shaking.

"Who is it?" Someone yelled out from the crowd.

"He's…" Tweak started to say but before he could get any words out, gunshot rang through the air and I heard the student body gasp out in shock as Tweak hit the floor. I felt sick to my stomach when I saw blood leaking out of his head, when I looked over I felt even sicker by what I saw. Kyle was standing there; he was slowly lowering the gun back down to his side.

"What? How?" I croaked out finally managing to find my voice, the other students were still too shocked to say anything.

"A few weeks before school started, I took money out of my college fund to have an eye operation, they fixed my sight." He started.

"I loved you; I figured that if people knew who you really were, they'd try everything in their power to break us up. That's why I pretended like I couldn't recognise your voice, that's also why I asked Cartman to give you the idea of pretending to be your own cousin." He continued.

My mind started reeling at his confession, Kyle had loved me and he and Cartman were actually working together on something?

"What about Clyde?" I asked.

"I paid Cartman to seduce him; I didn't want to seem suspicious by just up and dumping him before he had done anything wrong."

"You knew this whole time that Clyde was cheating on you, you had set it up and you still yelled at me for trying to tell you about it?" I heard Kenny ask.

"I did it to save face, I'm sorry Kenny." Kyle replied.

"You murdered those people?" I then found myself asking.

"Yes, I heard Kevin almost tell Stan about what he had heard, so I did the only thing I could do and I got rid of him."

"Why did you kill Butters?" Kenny asked.

"He had a crush on me; I didn't want to hurt him by rejecting him."

"Oh, I'm sure killing him didn't hurt a bit." Kenny retorted with a shot of sarcasm. I then noticed how calm and cool Kyle had seemed as he was telling us his story, I felt like vomiting for the third time in the past ten minutes when I saw the wicked smile that had spread across his face. I then started to realise that Kyle wasn't the person I thought he was; he was a monster.

"I can't believe you killed them." I muttered.

"I did it for us! I did it so we could be together without people trying to interfere." He said.

"You're crazy." I said shaking my head.

"I love you." He protested with tears welling up in his eyes.

"I don't love you, you're a demented freak." I said with malice dripping on my words. Instead of replying, Kyle pointed the gun at his own head and pulled the trigger.

Three Weeks Later

After what had happened with Kyle, I decided to go back to being Craig; I was tired of all the secrets and the lies, besides; blond hair didn't suit me anyway. I walked into the school that had reopened after what had went down and saw memorials for Kevin, Butters, Tweak, and Stan. After losing Kyle, Stan had hung himself in his garage. I was surprised that he still loved him despite everything that he had done; I guess Henrietta had been right; those two were destined to be together. I felt a strange wave of sadness overcome me when I saw that there wasn't a memorial for Kyle. It disappeared as soon as it had come though. I looked over to see Bebe and Clyde holding hands, they had gotten together shortly after Clyde realised that Cartman was just setting him up, I was surprised at how unaffected by all of this he was. I started to see him as a friend again though, I was honestly glad now that he had been dating Kyle when I pretended to be Greg, it saved me the trouble of having to date the lunatic myself. I was surprised at how much my classmates didn't care that I had been pretending to be my cousin, I guessed that they were too shocked by the murders more than anything to really pay any mind to it.

"Come on, let's go play Tether Ball." Token said with Jimmy at his side.

"Okay." I said before turning around to look back at the memorial. I was surprised to see a fifth frame with a picture of a boy with blond hair, grey eyes, and tanned skin it in. On the plague it read 'Greg Birch.' I quickly rubbed my eyes and when I looked again, the picture was gone. I then flipped off the memorial and ran outside to play with my friends. Greg Birch was dead and I was free to be myself again.

A/N: I guess this is the end, sorry that it ended so abruptly but I was just running out of ideas for what to do next. I'm also sorry that there wasn't much lovey dovey stuff in it. I really hoped you all enjoyed it and that I didn't disappoint you too bad.

Thank you for reading.