I'm going to Maine for the week so I'm either going to be able to write a lot during the evenings stuck in a hotel, or not much. But to one of the reviews, YES, I WILL DEFINITELY FINISH THIS STORY. I PROMISE YOU. IF I DON'T, YOU CAN EAT ME. (this is also a hint that after this, I may be doing a Hannibal themed South Park fanfiction…. Ooolala.)

AN: When Stan talks about having less to live for, I don't believe that's true, what-so-ever. And in a real-life situation, both people deserve to live, and should. But the part of the story is completely for the sake of the story.

"Well, Stan?! What the fuck does your mother do this pisses you off?!" Kyle questioned, fear filling his voice.

"Besides divorce my father and never letting me see him? " Stan replies sarcastically.

"Seriously dude, what could work in this situation?"

"I don't know," Stan replies, hitting his hand to his face, obviously flustered. "While I think, let's look around."

"How? We're chained to pipes, for fuck's sake." Kyle motions to his constrained ankle.

The two boys both attempt in vain to pull their ankles out of the shackles, and start to struggle. Stan, clearly aware that it could never work, gives up. He looks over at Kyle, watching his best friend in the entire world, struggle, and sees the fear in his eyes. In all of their years of being friends, Stan had never seen such fear on Kyle. Sure, he got scared when his mother yelled at him, or when he failed a test, but never like this. Stan could tell Kyle was fighting for his life. It was at that moment, that Stan realised; he needed Kyle to survive more than he wanted himself to survive. Stan's own parents were divorced, he didn't have too much of a future, and had a lot less to live for. Therefore, he had to get Kyle out.

"Kyle, stop. That's not going to work. We need to look around, check behind the pipes, the tub, the toilet, everything you can. I'll try my best, too, but there's not much around me."

Stan looked behind the pipes, though, as he had expected, nothing there. He couldn't think of anywhere else to look around him, so he instructed Kyle's search instead.

"Look in the bathtub," Stan directed.

"Sick, dude!" Kyle exclaimed, and then proceeded to explain the tub's situation. It was filled nearly to the top with brown and green water that appeared to be filled with puke, or other bodily fluids. "There's nothing else in there."

Kyle then inched his way to the toilet as best as he could. Luckily, his restraint allowed him to make it that far. He then lifted the seat, and Stan watched as the boy gingerly reached his hand into the bowl, and his eyes lighting up with not only hope, but extreme curiousity. Stan knew there had to be something that the boy had found.

"What is it?!" Stan asked, unable to wait any longer.

Kyle yanked a small plastic bag out of the toilet, before hearing the noise of water resurfacing. Clearly whatever it was was large enough to clog the entire toilet.

"A bag?" Stan asked, slightly disappointed.

"No, there's something inside of it," Kyle pointed out, before unwrapping the bag. Inside were two hand-saws. "Look!"

Kyle seemed ecstatic. He quickly took one of the two saws, and started to attempt to saw off the chain that was keeping him attacked to the pipe.

"Can I have one?" Stan asked, hoping to do the same.

Kyle held up the other saw, and got ready to throw it across the room to his friend.

"Whoa, hold it. You can't throw a fucking saw across the room like that, Kyle, toss it, like a Frisbee, and AIM NEXT TO ME, NOT AT ME," Stan told the ginger boy, who was waving the saw around like an excited mad-man.

Kyle tossed the saw as he was told, but missed by a good five feet.

"Dammit!" Stan yelled. He didn't want to scare his friend, but was very frustrated. He reached for the saw, though was unable to get close to it. He then stretched his entire body out as far as possible, reaching to get the saw. He was so close, but his fingers could barely even graze the metal.

"Stretch your legs as far as they can go," Kyle took his turn at suggesting something.

Stan extended his leg as far as possible, stretching it beyond its capability.

"AHHHH, JESUS FUCK," Stan started to scream.

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