A/N: This chapter jumps backwards and forwards between the past and present, so just incase it isn't clear: when the writing is in italic, it's the past. (Apart from the lyrics at the beginning.)

Chapter Six

Kenny's Point of View

Sweet home Alabama

Where the skies are so blue (There's nothing but white and grey here in Colorado.)

Sweet Home Alabama

Lord I'm coming home to you (I wish I could escape this town, I really do.)

I shut off my mp3 player, its second hand of course and only carries about 200 songs but it's enough to help me escape reality for a bit. I'm currently waiting at the bus stop on my own, Stan used to wait with me but now he walks to school really early, there's no way I would want to get up that early! Kyle and Cartman never get the bus, they have cars. Sometimes Kyle gave me a lift but he was always forgetting to pick me up, everyone always forgets me, none of them care, (if you want an example I refer you to any of the times that I have died.) That's the main reason I made the deal I did, I just wanted attention, now I understand: some attention is just not worth having. It was because I started dying again, something which had not occurred since fourth grade that he came to 'my rescue.' For reasons unknown Satan had taken pleasure in seeing me die, the more painful the better, burning, exploding, bleeding, you name it and it's very likely to have happened. After I died, I'd go straight to hell and then leave when it was time to wake up the following morning; this left plenty of hours for torture by Satan's various demons, (I never used to be tortured, this was a new occurrence, I always got left alone back in fourth grade.) I remember the day I saw him, the day it all changed very clearly, he was waiting for me.

"Hello Kenny," said the boy dressed in black. Do I remember him? He seems somewhat familiar but I'm very sure I haven't seen him here, in hell before. Anyway whoever he is, the fact I'm being greeted means I have torture booked in for today, great.

"Let's just get on with it." I reply.

"Get on with what?"

Ahhh he's going to be one of those annoying douche's who like the mess around with your head as well, "whatever horrible torture and pain you're going to put me through, just do it quick will you?"

"Very well," he said as he gave me a short soft pinch on my arm, "that should do it." He turns around and starts walking away, what that's it? That's all he's going to do?

"Who are you?" I demand, "you must be new, I've never seen you before and I've been here A LOT, no offense but you're terrible at your job."

"Oh I most certainly am not new," he responds turning around, "the name's Damien, my father runs this hotel," he laughs the last part and then winks with a grin.

After that, Damien was always there to greet me every time I died, I was claimed as his and no other demon was allowed near me, we hung out talking and watching T.V (the reception in hell is lousy though.) He told me how he could visit the surface world whenever he wanted and that he has a house up here for when he wants to escape his responsibilities in hell for a while. I was so intrigued by him, he seemed so mysterious and strangely kind, (for a demon,) not to mention gorgeous in a brooding kind of way. When one day I saw him in the land of the living my heart soared and my stomach flipped. I was standing at the school gates trying to convince Bebe to have some fun with me that night, (I was pretty sure she was up for it, she wouldn't wear a top THAT low cut for no reason,) when Damien appeared:

"D-D-Damien," I say breathless and shocked, quickly jumping away from Bebe, this didn't go unnoticed by her and she walks away in a strop, as if I care now.

"Well hello there," he replies, "you're looking at the face of a brand new student who's just moved here from Washington."

"No way! Why would you want to come to our school?"

"To see you of course Blondie, now, I don't suppose you're opposed to skipping class?"

"Never have been in the past," I reply smirking. The black hair boy leads me through the gates towards the back of the school, we don't speak, just allow the tension between us to build, we walk passed the school field and into the tress behind it, here stands an old hut. It was the janitor's hut back when the school was first built but after it expanded, the janitor got a room in the main building. I wonder why we're here, I've tried to get in before but it's locked by a very heavy duty padlock. "Damien we won't be able to get in," I say.

"Why ever not Kenny, it appears the lock has broken." He replies smugly. I look in disbelief to see a rather disfigured looking lock, melted and then left to set again in the snow. He's really sorted this out before hand. Damien pulls me inside the hut, there's nothing inside apart from a wooden table, a metal rod screwed to the wall and an old wood burning fire with a few logs positioned ready in it. "We might as well get cosy," he says as he points a finger towards the logs, causing them to instantly set alight. He stares at me with his red smouldering eyes, "we'll be here for a while," and with that he steps forward places his burning hands on the side of my head and pulls me in for the most incredible kiss I've ever had.

Shortly after that day, Damien proposed his deal, it was nothing to worry about he said, it's just that he'd found a way for me to stop dying all the time. Apparently if I agreed to let him look after my soul, no one else could kill me without him saying so, I would become virtually indestructible. The down side to these plans is that the person who you sell your soul to has complete power over you and the ability to decide your fate. As they have access to your soul they can also read your mind whenever they choose to. Of course none of the flaws to this plan bothered me, I was deep in love with Damien, thoroughly excited at the prospect of no longer dying whilst having someone who cared about me, and I thought I was in heaven... Ironic in its way. It's only when the transaction was complete that Damien showed his true colour, that's when the violence started, that's when he began to wreck what was left of my pathetic life. Obviously I was threatened to keep the whole thing a secret, the consequences for telling people would be severe, (and I have reason to believe it's not only me that would be hurt.)

"Hello Kenny," says the voice I really don't want to hear, the one my insides used to scream with excitement at hearing but now scream with fear.

"H-Hello Damien," I reply, voice quivering.

"Don't think that you can avoid me, I can make your life very miserable if you resist me," he says with a snarl. I guess this is what I get for selling my soul to the Devil's son.

A/N: The song Kenny was listening to was 'Sweet Home Alabama' by Lynyrd Skynyrd. A big thank you again to my reviewers and readers! Reviews really encourage me...