Wow I haven't updated this in what? Two years? I started writing other stories, left the fandom for a bit and all that, but I'm back. I decided to come back with a one shot that's pretty disturbing because of the song's subject matter. I found it a bit hard to write since I dislike the pairing but I found my way around it. This is for a guest named Kansas.
Told in Third Person POV
Pairing: Style
Song: "A Little Piece of Heaven" by Avenged Sevenfold
Note: This contains blood, gore, murder, violence, character death, and mentions of necrophilia. Read at your own risk. Also the lyrics that say "she" were changed to say "he."
It was a cold October night. Twenty-one year old Stan Marsh was sitting at his dinner table. His boyfriend, Kyle Broflovski was seated across from him. They were talking to each other like any normal couple would. Only there was something Stan had on his mind.
Or rather, something in his pocket.
He had been planning to pop the question for three months now. He would have done it three weeks ago on their five year anniversary, but he pussied out as usual. He had been wanting to marry him since they were eighteen. Kyle had been his friend through everything. He had been there when his parents divorced for good, when his sister died of cancer when he was fifteen, when his grandfather finally kicked the bucket, and even when his ex-girlfriend Wendy cheated on him in the tenth grade.
Fucking bitch.
The black box felt heavy in his pocket. Stan swallowed nervously. Should he do this?
Before the story begins, is it such a sin,
For me to take what's mine, until the end of time
"Stan, is something wrong?" Kyle asked, breaking Stan out of his thoughts. "You've just been staring at me for like five straight minutes."
Stan nodded. "Yeah I just want to ask you a question." His heart began to beat faster and faster. He was really going to do this.
"What is it?"
Stan stood and walked over to where Kyle was sitting, then dropped onto one knee.
We were more than friends, before the story ends,
And I will take what's mine, create what God would never design
Stan pulled out the black box and opened it. Inside lay a golden ring decorated with diamonds.
"Stan?" Kyle gasped.
"I love you Kyle." Stan said. "I love you and I want to spend my life with you. Please make me the happiest man alive and marry me."
Kyle stared at him before he said, "Stan..." Then he began to laugh.
He laughed.
"Stan." Kyle chuckled. "Please, I love you but you can't be serious. I mean, we're twenty-one, are we really ready for that kind of committment?"
Stan stood up, and shoved the box back into his pocket. He knew this would happen. He knew it would.
Our love had been so strong for far too long,
I was weak with fear that something would go wrong
"Please don't be mad." Kyle told him. "I don't want to make you upset."
Then it was like Stan had no control over himself. He didn't even know what he was doing. He just grabbed Kyle by the shirt and lifted him up.
Before the possibilities came true,
I took all possibility from you
"Stan? Stan!" Kyle shouted. "Put me down."
"You fucking asshole." Stan growled. "I gave you my life, my love, my everything, and this is how you repay me?!"
Stan could see the fear in Kyle's eyes but he didn't care. He was infuriated.
"Put me down, Stan." The redhead begged. "Please."
Stan tossed him to the ground. He felt that feeling of losing self-control wash over him again.
He walked almost robotically to the kitchen and grabbed the biggest knife. He could hear Kyle's cries of fear and confusion as he walked back over to him.
Almost laughed myself to tears,
(Ha hahahahaha)
Conjuring his deepest fears
(Come here you fucking bitch)
"Stan, stop. Stan listen to me. What are you doing? Put that knife down! Stan! NOOOO!"
Stan grabbed him again and plunged the knife deep into the Jew's chest. Kyle coughed up blood as Stan dropped him and began to stab him over and over again.
Must have stabbed his fifty fucking times,
I can't believe it,
Ripped her heart out right before his eyes,
Eyes over easy
Eat it, eat it, eat it
Stan continued to stab Kyle's corpse until he finally let out all his anger. He carved a deep gash into Kyle's chest and dug out his heart, crushing it, sending blood everywhere.
Stan laughed manically before dragging the corpse off to his bedroom.
Now let's see what he can do with this...
He was never this good in bed even when he was sleeping
Now he's just so perfect I've never been quite so fucking deep in
Man if I knew necrophilia was this amazing, I would have tried it years ago. Stan thought as he lied in bed, naked and drinking from a bottle of beer. Kyle's smelly, bloody corpse was laying beside him, in worse condition than before.
Stan finished off the bottle, and threw it on the floor. Like father, like son. He thought bitterly as he got up, avoiding the shards of glass from the bottle.
It goes on and on and on,
I can keep you looking young and preserved forever,
With a fountain spray on your youth whenever
Stan left the room and went to the dining room. He needed to make something to keep Kyle in.
'Cause I really always knew that my little crime
Would be cold that's why I got a heater for your thighs
And I know, I know it's not your time
But bye, bye
Stan took his dad's tools that he "borrowed" and began to take apart the table. Swiftly, he dismantled it, and began to make his new creation.
And a word to the wise when the fire dies
You think it's over but it's just begun
But baby don't cry
It took so long, but he finished it fast. He fashioned a shiny, wooden coffin just big enough for Kyle.
His Kyle.
You had my heart, at least for the most part
'Cause everybody's gotta die sometime,
We fell apart, let's make a new start
Stan dragged the coffin to his bedroom and leaned it against the wall. He took Kyle's rancid-smelling corspe into his arms, and layed it down in the coffin, crossing Kyle's arms over his chest in a mummy-like fashion.
"Now we can be together." Stan whispered. "Forever."
'Cause everybody's gotta die sometime, yeah yeah
But baby don't cry
A few hours passed by. Stan sat in his bed, flicking through the channels on the TV. He didn't notice Kyle's head twitch.
Or see his dead eyes fly open.
Now possibilities I'd never considered,
Are occurring the likes of which I'd never heard
Kyle, reanimated and angry, hopped out of the coffin, scaring Stan.
"What the fuck?!" Stan screamed.
Kyle formerly sparkling green eyes were now milky white and devoid of life. His nice skin now green and decayed.
"Stan..." He moaned. "Why Stan? WHY?!"
Now an angry soul comes back from beyond the grave,
To repossess a body with which I'd misbehaved
Kyle rushed forward. Stan bolted out of the room, and out of the house. It was dark and now one was around for miles.
Stan pumped his leg as hard as he could. But no matter how fast he ran, Kyle was always right behind him. Weren't zombies supposed to be slow?
Smiling right from ear to ear
Almost laughed himself to tears
Stan ducked into the graveyard, dodging tombstones and statues and walls, trying to lose his demonic boyfriend.
He turned a corner and was stopped.
A green, dead arm launched inset into his chest, grabbing his heart and yanking it out. He looked up and saw Kyle staring at him, smiling. Not a friendly or happy or content smile, but a sick, disturbed smile.
Must have stabbed him fifty fucking times
I can't believe it
Ripped his heart out right before his eyes
Eyes over easy
Eat it, eat it, eat it
(Eat the shit out of it)
Stan collapsed onto his back and felt himself began to fade away. He watched Kyle chop on his heart and knew that killing him had been a terrible mistake.
Now that it's done I realize the error of my ways
I must venture back to apologize from somewhere far beyond the grave
Stan then saw his body laying in his own blood as his spirit flew upwards. He watched the light leave his blue eyes and he saw a bright light.
Was that heaven?
I gotta make up for what I've done
'Cause I was all up in a piece of heaven
While you burned in hell, no peace forever
No no no no no no.
He had to go back. He needed to apologize. He needed to see Kyle again. He needed him.
'Cause I really always knew that my little crime
Would be cold that's why I got a heater for your thighs
And I know, I know it's not your time
But bye, bye
"Let me go back!" Stan shrieked. "Please! I need Kyle! Please!"
And a word to the wise when the fire dies
You think it's over but it's just begun
But baby don't cry
The light vanished. And Stan saw darkness yet again. Then he saw fire and felt the heat blasting his face.
Hell. This was hell.
"I want to go back!" Stan screeched. "I'll do anything! I want Kyle back!"
You had my heart, at least for the most part
'Cause everybody's gotta die sometime
We fell apart, let's make a new start
'Cause everybody's gotta die sometime, yeah yeah
But baby don't cry
"Stan..." Stan jumped as the zombified Kyle appeared before him.
"Kyle!" Stan broke out in a smile. "Kyle I'm so sorry. I should have listened to you. I shouldn't have done that."
"It's okay." Kyle assured him. "I forgive you."
I will suffer for so long
(What will you do, not long enough)
To make it up to you
(I pray to God that you do)
I'll do whatever you want me to do
(Well then I'll grant you one chance)
"You do?" Stan's smile widened.
"Yes. And I am going to bring you back. The only thing is that you'll be just like me."
And if it's not enough
(If it's not enough, If it's not enough)
If it's not enough
(Not enough)
"I don't care. I'll do anything to be with you."
Kyle smiled. "I was hoping you'd say that." He took Stan's pale hand in his green one and said, "Guess what?"
Try again
(Try again)
And again
(And again)
Over and over again
"What?" Stan asked.
"Wendy's getting married today." Kyle announced.
"Yeah so?"
"I say we crash that skank's wedding." Kyle's smile turned sinister. "After all, the groom is our old fat friend. They'd be perfect together... rotting here in hell."
Stan nodded and his smile turned twisted. "Let's do it."
Stan's world suddenly went black.
We're coming back, coming back
We'll live forever, live forever
Let's have wedding, have a wedding
Let's start the killing, start the killing
Stan and Kyle stood outside the church. Stan was holding a chainsaw and Kyle was holding a machete. Inside they could hear Father Maxi's loud voice speaking. The two men shared a kiss and walked up to the doors, flinging them open.
Everyone turned to look at the two zombies standing in the doorway of the church. They must be scared, looking at their decayed, green skin, murky eyes, and sick smiles as they laughed manically and swung their weapons around.
The two charged into the church and everyone began to run for the exits. Wendy, the bride, screamed and Cartman, the groom, yelled something about "Fucking faggots!"
Stan and Kyle showed no mercy. Stan sawed Bebe and Red in half and split Kevin Stoley down in half from his head. Kyle decapitated Token Black and impaled Craig Tucker through his torso. He chopped Nichole's legs off, and slit Tweek's throat open.
The two zombies continued their massacre until the only alive members left were Wendy, Cartman, and the priest.
Their two former classmates cried out for them to spare their lives, but Stan and Kyle didn't listen. Stan drove the chainsaw through his ex-girlfriend's head, and Kyle pushed the machette deep into his worst enemies chest. They were dead in seconds.
Father Maxi stood trembling in fear as Stan and Kyle tossed Wendy and Cartman's bodies aside and took their places.
"We'd like to be married please." Stan snarled.
Father Maxi nodded erratically.
"Do you take this man in death for the rest of your unnatural life?"
"Yes, I do." Kyle said.
"Do you take this man in death for the rest of your unnatural life?"
"I do." Stan said.
"I now pronounce you..."
"... man and man." Father Maxi finished. "You may now kiss the groom."
Stan took out the ring and put it on Kyle's finger before kissing him passionately.
'Cause I really always knew that my little crime
Would be cold that's why I got a heater for your thighs
And I know, I know it's not your time
But bye, bye
After they pulled apart, Kyle swiftly turned and cut the priest in half. The two laughed, and Stan took his husband's arm and they began walking down the eisle.
And a word to the wise when the fire dies
You think it's over but it's just begun
But baby don't cry
As they exited the church. Kyle slapped Stan on the cheek.
"That's for killing me by the way."
"Yeah I deserve it." Stan chuckled.
You had my heart, at least for the most part
'Cause everybody's gotta die sometime,
We fell apart, let's make a new start, oh,
'Cause everybody's gotta die sometime, yeah yeah
But baby don't cry
"But now we can be together." Kyle said.
"Right." Stan agreed. "Forever."
"Forever indeed."