My mission is to become eternal and to die
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Kyle watched the lazy flicker of ash as it choked in the snow before he realised that Kenny was talking to him.
"What, dude?"
Kenny stopped, hesitant now, all angles and uncertainty as he lit another cigarette. He took a drag as if it steady himself and then asked, voice all husky and mock-nonchalent,
"Do you remember the first time you found me?"
Kyle stopped, felt his back stiffen against the stone wall, and then laughed softly.
"How could I forget Kenny? It isn't often you find friends dead."
He started to stand, head swimming and wincing as the bones jammed themselves back together and the torn, shredded skin stitched itself up under his duffel coat when she swam into his vision.
She was beautiful and sorrowful and so warm and he was cold - so cold.
"You...you weren't a dream?"
She laughed, extending her arm gracefully and Kenny never heard something so reassuring.
"No Kenny, I wasn't." Her reach faltered as her eyes flickered around the bloodsplattered room and she seemed troubled briefly - but only for a heartbeat that felt like a lifetime.
"It was awful hard on you this time, wasn't it?" Kenny nodded, flashes of silver blades and sharp smiles and the awful cult splicing his brain.
"Maybe not the next time though....ready to go again?"
He paused, then smiled and reached for her hand.
"See you later Kenny."
"Yeah, later dude." Stan echoed.
He pulled the hood down and smiled, blood dripping down his chin, looking back from the sunlight.
"Not this time guys....."
God he wanted a cigarette and fuck he forgot how much being impaled through the heart hurt - god damn fucking ow - but his mouth was already moving as his flesh itched for the promise of nothingness in the scalding sunlight.
"You can only come back so many times....this was my last time around." He refixed the smile that had slipped once the wound had reannounced itself.
"guess...guess I'll see you guys later, yeah?"
The three standing in the snow, Cartman splattered in blood from the exit wound and Kyle with his bleeding arm and Stan who had ripped his shirt off to stem the bleeding on Kenny's chest too late staring at him as if the word's didn't register.
Stan started suddenly, eyes focusing on him and oh the promise of rest was almost unbearable but his eyes flared with determination
"We....we'll see you later, dude, 'kay? We promise."
Kyle watched the lazy flicker of ash as it choked in the snow before he realised that Kenny was talking to him.
"What, dude?"
Kenny stopped, hesitant now, all angles and uncertainty as he lit another cigarette. He took a drag as if it steady himself and then asked, voice all husky and mock-nonchalent,
"Do you remember the first time you found me?"
Kyle stopped, felt his back stiffen against the stone wall, and then laughed softly.
"How could I forget Kenny? It isn't often you find friends dead."
He started to stand, head swimming and wincing as the bones jammed themselves back together and the torn, shredded skin stitched itself up under his duffel coat when she swam into his vision.
She was beautiful and sorrowful and so warm and he was cold - so cold.
"You...you weren't a dream?"
She laughed, extending her arm gracefully and Kenny never heard something so reassuring.
"No Kenny, I wasn't." Her reach faltered as her eyes flickered around the bloodsplattered room and she seemed troubled briefly - but only for a heartbeat that felt like a lifetime.
"It was awful hard on you this time, wasn't it?" Kenny nodded, flashes of silver blades and sharp smiles and the awful cult splicing his brain.
"Maybe not the next time though....ready to go again?"
He paused, then smiled and reached for her hand.
"See you later Kenny."
"Yeah, later dude." Stan echoed.
He pulled the hood down and smiled, blood dripping down his chin, looking back from the sunlight.
"Not this time guys....."
God he wanted a cigarette and fuck he forgot how much being impaled through the heart hurt - god damn fucking ow - but his mouth was already moving as his flesh itched for the promise of nothingness in the scalding sunlight.
"You can only come back so many times....this was my last time around." He refixed the smile that had slipped once the wound had reannounced itself.
"guess...guess I'll see you guys later, yeah?"
The three standing in the snow, Cartman splattered in blood from the exit wound and Kyle with his bleeding arm and Stan who had ripped his shirt off to stem the bleeding on Kenny's chest too late staring at him as if the word's didn't register.
Stan started suddenly, eyes focusing on him and oh the promise of rest was almost unbearable but his eyes flared with determination
"We....we'll see you later, dude, 'kay? We promise."
