A/N: I've been watching too many Dip videos totally love that pairing right now...anyway here's chapter twenty two with a less than loveable Damien.

Chapter Twenty Two

Kenny's Point of View

If you're subjected to something for long enough you can grow used to it. I've experienced pain for so long now that I just expect it, it doesn't make it any more bearable, it doesn't hurt any less but you just stop fighting it, you accept it. Kyle isn't used to it though, his screams echo around the hut as he thrashes violently next to me, attempting to kick Damien with his one good leg. Is fighting back best, or is it just going to get him into more trouble?

Kyle's Point of View

"Stop kicking me pretty boy," growls Damien in frustration, "it's very annoying." I glare at him and continue, refusing to bow to his demands. I'm not going to let him break me mentally, even if he breaks me physically, I just can't. Damien's eyes begin to glow red and I fear I know what's coming next but I continue kicking at him regardless. Memories of last night enter my head, the way Eric held me so caringly, and the way the kiss felt. Desperate for that feeling again I must hang on and not let this fucker win.

"KYLE I THINK YOU SHOULD STOP!" Kenny shouts, dread filling his voice.

"NO KENNY I'M NOT LETTING HIM WIN!" I holler back.

"B-but..." he trails off as I squeeze his hand harder. My whole body jolts in fierce spasms; it feels like fire is running through my muscles, burning into my skin. A boot is raised and an ear-splitting crunch is heard. I attempt to scream but no sound leaves my lips. My vision blurs as I desperately try to regain control of my body. I can hear Kenny and Damien's voices echoing around me.

"YOU DIDN'T NEED TO DO THAT!" Kenny screams. I hear the sound of metal frantically rattling above us.

"I didn't need to do any of this," replies Damien sadistically.

"Then just let him go. You don't need torture Kyle, you have me." I try to protest but I'm hopelessly unable.

"Kenny, you're the reason I'm torturing Kyle. I'm hurting him because it hurts you. Look at him slouched there. He's breathing pretty heavily Kenny, face going white. He's in trouble isn't he?"

"Damien, please let him go, do whatever you want with me but just let him go," whispers Kenny.

"Even if I did set him free he couldn't get anywhere, both his legs are broken." They are? I attempt to lift my head to look at them but the blood thumps around viciously at the movement. I feel faint, I feel...

"Then let me take him to get help! I'll come back, you know I will, I have no choice."

"Ok then," he says, I notice through the haze that he's pointing a finger at me, a concentrated beam of heat flies out and melts the lock and I feel my arm fall to the ground. My body slides down the wall and onto the floor. I'm lying helplessly, incapable of doing anything about it. "On seconds thoughts I'll take pretty boy outside myself, give him some fresh air, that's all he needs. Isn't that right Kyle?" I groan as I feel myself lifted into scorching arms, these are not the arms I should be in; nobody should be in these arms.

"Damien, wait no! What are you doing with him? Please leave him alone!" Damien just sniggers as he opens a door and icy cold wind punches me in the face. I feel myself leave his arms and land in the snow, from the scorching to the freezing in a matter of milliseconds. Winded I desperately try to breathe.

"I'm going to tell you something about myself pretty boy," says Damien, I'm staring up at him but can only see a vague black outline. I shiver violently in the snow; my legs if there was ever pain there are completely numb now. "I can read Kenny's mind, it's one of the perks of owning his soul. That means that I know everything he knows." He pauses. "So tell me about you and Eric Cartman?" I breathe heavily the cold making it increasingly hard, trying to find my strength.

"I d-don' ha... have tell yo-."

He chuckles, "ahhh looks like there's some life left in you yet. I bet you're missing him." I pant, my mind racing over memories of Eric, random old memories enter my head and then leave, past arguments, the times when we helped each other, the times when we didn't. His face fills my mind and my heart races. "Do you love him?" My mind feels as if it's about to explode. "Do you love Eric Cartman pretty boy?"

"Y-yes I LOVE him!" I attempt to scream, it comes out as more of a whimper.

"Are you thinking about him?"

"I h-aahh. C-"My breath is leaving me, my words mixing.

"Think about him Kyle. Think about him as you die." Piercing eyes. Pain. Eric.

Kenny's Point of View

I sigh in relief as Damien drags Kyle back inside, I know I have little to be relieved about but at least he's out of the cold. However as I look over at his ghostly pale face and his blue tinged fingers, taking in the fact he's not moving my heart stops.

"DAMIEN WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" I scream.

"Don't have a fit he's still breathing." He drags Kyle back next to me, propping him up against the wall, I reach out and grab his ice-cold hand, cursing all the while. I squeeze his hand and to my relief he lightly squeezes back, hardly moving at all but showing me he's still here. His eyelids flutter but he can't open them, he mumbles something incomprehensible. "He loves Eric Cartman you know?" growls Damien. Yes I knew that, it's obvious they can't be without each other. "They may have to be without each other." Oh great he's reading my mind now is he. I hate you. "You know for Kyle and Eric their hate was actually love, their hate turned into love." Yeah well ours is the opposite then isn't it. "Awww you really don't love me anymore, I'm so sad."

"Why are you doing this Damien?" I whisper out loud, wanting to take the conversation out of my fucking head. I stroke Kyle's face and comb my hand through his hair, I can see him life fading before me. I let the tears roll down my face, unable to hold them in anymore.

"Why do you care about him so much?"

"Because he's my FRIEND Damien, I love him and it's my fault that he's in this mess."

"Just be thankful." I turn to glare at him, thankful about fucking what? "I could have brought along the naive innocent little blond, the one you have a lot of affection for, the one who actually knew about me." My blood boils and my heart screams.

"WHY SHOULD I BE THANKFUL THAT YOU TORTURED KYLE INSTEAD OF BUTTERS, WHY SHOULD I BE THANKFUL THAT YOU'VE SPARED ONE OVER THE OTHER?"

"So you're saying you'd rather I tortured the blond? Because I know that's not true."

"I'd rather you tortured neither you twisted fuck!" I can't help adding on the end: "please leave Butters out of this." I just couldn't stand to see Butters in pain, he's never hurt anyone, he's so caring, so genuine, he's so perfect and it breaks my heart because I foolishly went for the demon instead of the angel. I knew Butters had feelings for me but no I had to fall in love with Damien.

"Fine I'll torture you." He raises his arms as fire shoots from his fingers. Seeing him point his hands at me I close my eyes. I can do nothing but hope that the fire will warm Kyle up, if it will then I'm happy to be subjected to the blaze.

It all happens quickly after that, a yell could be heard from outside, a loud bang and an extremely angry looking brown haired boy, eyes that are usually chocolate turned black. There are others, I'm sure there are others, they scream although I can't take it in. So much black swishing around me. I lie here clinging onto Kyle, his hand deadly cold and limp in mine. I try to grab on as it's torn away but I can't, my body is weak. Everything is a blur around me, my eyes patched with red, a loud screeching in my ears. Bodies are flying, words are being thrown and I can't move and I can't cope.

My eyes make contact with blood red one final time as a stabbing pain enters my heart. I hear yells and bangs around me and my name being called by someone, I don't know who. Everything rushes around in a blur as I feel myself slowly slipping into death's comforting grasp. A hand grabs mine and I look up into the heart melting blue eyes of an angel.

A/N:

Crying.

THE END! HA. I JOKE! There's totally going to be an epilogue. (How much would you hate me if I just ended it here?)

This chapter was originally going to only be from Kenny's point of view but then I decided I wanted us to hear from Kyle again! Played around with doing Damien's point of view but no I'm happy with this!

My laptop spellchecker was not happy with Kyle's 'I h-aahh. C-'

Come on peeps thoughts and feelings? You must have them and I'd really love to hear them please? THANK YOU I LOVE YOU!