Author's note: Headin on down to South Park again! Exams are actual witchcraft I swear. Anyway, back to the show.

Side note: I've noticed that this story has taken a drastic turn, it went from a carefree romatic comedy to straight up thriller... For that I apologize. This is just what happens when you write as you go I guess.

CRYBABIES

Chapter 10: Crybaby...

"DIE BITCH!" Cartman barked, as he ran at Wendy Testaburger with a two by four. Kyle chased after Cartman in an attempt to stop him, his feet seeming heavy in the snow.

"CARTMAN NO!" Kyle shouted. He feared for what Wendy would do to his friend. He knew Kenny would be back, but if Cartman died, what would Kenny have to come back to?

"Cartman?" Wendy's eyes gaped as the fat boy barreled toward her. She snapped out of her confusion just before Cartman got too close, stepping out of the way. Cartman swung the two by four at the air, missing. What shocked her was how srong that swing was, how fast and... vengeful it was.

"AH'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!" Cartman screamed, regaining his posture and going in for another strike. Wendy easily dodged it, but not without it catching her flowing scarf. Cartman stood his ground, clenching the two by four tightly as he began to cry. "Why?"

"Why did the hell did you kill him!?" Kyle demanded. Wendy chuckled. She swiped a lock of hair from her forehead.

"Because he ratted me out, and ruined EVERYTHING!" Wendy screamed. She swung her knife around violently.

"You were gonna kill me?!" Butters shouted. Wendy looked over at the small trembling blonde, then at the other one who laid dead on the front lawn. "That was Kenny, you killed Kenny!"

"Oh really?" Wendy chuckled. "I guess then it's not that big a deal huh?" She joked. Cartman's facial expression intensified. He grit his teeth as he squeezed his weapon tighter.

"Now you fucking die!" Cartman growled. Kyle watched, frozen in fear, as Cartman came at Wendy swinging. She moved aside and swung out with her knife, slicing Cartman's hand. He cursed and dropped the two by four. Wendy tackled Cartman, knocking the air out of him. She pinned him by his fat arms and spat in his face. She laughed.

"No..." Wendy said, as her face lit up with a look of pure evil. "You die!" She shouted. Kyle stepped forward to stop her, but before he could advance, Wendy was whacked in the back of the head by a familiar two by four. She fell onto the snow, red trailing from her skull. Kyle looked over to see Craig wielding the two by four, panting heavily, with a look of utter fear in his normally placid eyes.

"She's..." Kyle couldn't finish. A terrible thought then came to mind. He took off running into the house. Craig stood frozen, dropping the wood to the ground as he shook. Cartman, sensing Craig's distress, got on his feet and approached the shaking boy, and placed his large hands on his shoulders.

"It's okay Craig.." Cartman said, hugging Craig like a small child, causing the boy to flinch. Craig let out shaky breaths in Cartman's embrace. "It's okay... She was gonna kill us, you did the right thing..." He comforted the normally stoic Craig Tucker. Craig calmed down, holding Cartman's wrists.

"It's over..." Craig said. Cartman nodded. Now they needed to get Stan and get out of there.

"Oh no..." Cartman heard Craig gasp. Cartman looked at the doorway to see Kyle, tearful and covered in blood. The blood belonged to the lifeless body in his arms...

...The body of Stan Marsh...

oOo

After the grisly discovery of Stan's body, Clyde arrived, and immediately called the police. Help arrived shortly after and Kenny, Wendy and Stan's bodies were taken to the morgue. Kyle went catatonic, along with an equally shell-shocked Craig Tucker. They were both seated in the clinic waiting room, awaiting Cartman as he was getting patched up. Butters spent the entire time trying to get a rouse out of the boys, stooping to punching himself in the face and calling himself the most obscene things to get anything out of the two. In the end, he just cried.

"Butters..." Cartman found Butters crying, with his hand wrapped around Kyle's. He sat beside the blonde and began to calm him. "They're gonna be okay, they just need time..." Cartman explained.

"Time won't do shit..." Kyle grumbled.

"What Kahl?" Cartman said.

"I said time won't do shit!" Kyle shouted. He smacked Butters' hand off of his own. Butters began to cry again. Cartman got out of his chair as Kyle exited his own. The jew boy began to stomp off.

"Why did you do that for?" Cartman calmly asked. Kyle spun around and charged at Cartman. He grabbed the fat boy's collar.

"Stan is FUCKING DEAD!" Kyle shouted at the other boy. "He's not Kenny, he's not coming back, and that BITCH killed him!" Kyle screamed. He shoved Cartman as hard as he could, sending the fat boy into a folding chair, causing him to fall on top of it. He roared out in pain, as he continued to maintain his calm. He looked up at Kyle with wet eyes.

"Kahl..." Cartman said. "I'm sorry Kahl..."

"No!" Kyle cried out. "Fuck...you...fatass!" Kyle began to cry as he stormed out of the clinic. Butters clung to Cartman and began to cry harder. Cartman bit his lip and looked down at his hands. He had no idea how Kyle felt. He'd never lost anybody...

"Butters..." Cartman said, petting the blonde boy's head. "I need to get up..." He stated. The smaller boy obliged, getting up and letting Cartman walk off. Butters looked on as Cartman left. The blonde rubbed his knuckles together and cried to himself for a moment.

"Butters..." Butters felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked to see Craig. He had tears in his eyes. "Clyde's getting interviewed by the police, when he's done we'll go to his house.." He added.

"please hold me..." Butters whimpered before hugging Craig tight. The two sat wrapped in each other until Clyde arrived, taking the two silent boys to his place.

Kyle approached his house in the dead of night, he had walked from the clinic by himself. He was offered a ride by Officer Barbrady and other friendly South Parkians, but he ignored them as if he was blind and deaf. He was angry. He was also sad, devastated. Wendy Testaburger took away what meant the most from him, and took everything from Stan. He decided to climb into his bedroom window as opposed to using the front door. He refused to interact with any people.

He immediately locked his door and put headphones on. If there was a house fire, he'd gladly perish in the flames listening to MCR. Kyle fell onto his bed and the tears began again. He cried into his pillow, as the Black Parade rang in his ears. He was empty now. His entire world had been destroyed. Cartman was sure to hate him now, and just seeing that look on Butters' face, and knowing that he caused it...

...Kyle wanted to die...

There was a knock, and Kyle only knew this because he felt it. Somebody was really trying to get his attention. He put a pillow over his head and tried to ignore it. Alas, the knocking got louder and more forceful. He hurled his pillow at the door.

"FUCK OFF!" He screamed. Kyle let out a loud sob and threw his face back into his pillow. He heard the knock again, and instead threw his ipod at the door, causing it to shatter into pieces with a loud 'thump!'.

"Kyle..." A voice said. Kyle recognized the voice. He shook his head at the thought. He instead answered.

"I said fuck off I don't want to talk to anybody!" Kyle cried. There was a moment of awkward silence.

"Can I at least get my essay?" The voice said. Kyle nearly died right there. That voice sounded alot like...

"Stan?" Kyle called out. He was answered with silence. Annoyed yet hopeful, Kyle got out of bed and walked to his door, unlocking it. He was greeted with a sight that nearly made him pinch himself. There stood Stan, alive and well!

"Kyle!" Stan shouted, as he hugged the Jew with all he had. Kyle hugged back, though slightly shooken up. Stan then kissed Kyle, and was kissed back for good measure to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.

"Stan...?" Kyle said, licking his own lips in an effort to discern the taste of his boyfriend. "But how?" He asked.

"You'll never guess." Stan said, looking behind him, where Kyle could barely see a boy in a red jacket with brown hair descending the staircase.

"Cartman?" Kyle gasped. He connected the dots. "Oh my God!" He ran out, past Stan, and nearly tackled Cartman.

"Woah woah Jew!" Cartman exclaimed upon being hugged by Kyle.

"What did you do?!" Kyle demanded an explanation. Cartman went silent, continuing his descent. Kyle grabbed his shoulder and shook it. "What did you do dammit!?" He repeated.

"Kinny offered to exchange his life for Stan's..." Cartman said. "I said yes..." He began to cry. Kyle hugged him.

"No Cartman no..." He said. "That means Kenny won't...?"

"No..." Cartman said, between stuttered breaths. "no... he can't come back.. ever again.." He said.

"Cartman you can't do this..." He said, and upon seeing Cartman sigh, he added, "I won't let you do this!" Kyle said, gripping Cartman's jacket.

"Don't be a crybaby..." Cartman ironically taunted. He wiped Kyle's tears away along with his own. "I'll be fine..." Cartman said.

"But you love Kenny..." Kyle said. "I can't have you lose your love too..."

"I have Butters..." Cartman said. Kyle shot him a confused glare.

"Huh?"

"Kinny and I had a very polygamous relationship, to tell you the truth..." Cartman explained. "I love Kinny, but I also love Butters, Craig, and.. you..." He said, stroking Kyle's cheek. The jew boy blushed at this. He just took it as a compliment, and hugged Cartman. He hugged him tighter than ever before.

"Thank you Cartman..." Kyle said. "Sorry for calling you fatass again..." He added. Cartman shrugged.

"It's fahn." Cartman said. "Now hows about you and Stan get to work on that 'essay'?" Cartman said, winking. Kyle blushed again.

"Sure..." Kyle said. He began to walk back to his room, when he turned to Cartman. "Wanna join?" He asked. Cartman, looking rather shocked, simply nodded. Kyle gestured him to follow and they were soon in the room, with Kyle locking the door behind him...

Author's note: THE END(?) Thinking about starting up a new (less intense) love story. Going back to basics, if you will. Lemme know if you'd like to see a true conclusion to Crybabies (wink wink).

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