Alone With Death

A fanfic from the slightly disturbed mind of the Californian who hates California.

Chapter 5: Freedom Isn't Free (lol… I couldn't resist. Didn't TAWP kick ass? )

I spent a long time sitting there thinking things over. Of course, there were a lot of things, that no matter how hard I tried, I just could not explain. I tried my voice again and it was back. It was incredibly weak, but it was there. I pounded on the door with the little strength I had left. By that time, I had absolutely no more feeling left in my hand, as well as half my body, "Cartman… are you out there?" I called out in my sandpaper voice. "Cartman... I'm s--"

"Stan!" Wendy called from behind. I looked at her and she rushed to my side, "Stan, I thought you wanted to get out! I thought you wanted to be with me!" she cried.

I frowned, "I do..."

She shook her head, "Stan, you don't understand do you?"

I shook my head, "No… I don't know what a farthing is…" I showed her the piece of paper in my hand and she grabbed it from me. When she touched it, it turned to ash. "…Woah…" I stared at her, dumbfounded. There was no way that was really. There was no way she was real. I started laughing.

"Stop it!" she screamed.

"You're not real…" I said, "Jesus Christ, I'm dying…"

"You don't remember, do you?" she said.

"Remember what?" I asked, not expecting an answer. There was no answer to any of this. I was fucking dying and I'd never now what I did to deserve it.

Wendy sighed, "You don't even realize what's happened. My poor Stan…" she reached out and brushed my face with her cold fingers, "It's not important," she smiled, "I think you're free to go, as long as its with me."

Suddenly, the room filled with light. A red light. It was like fire. I looked, and on the other side of the room, there was another door that came out of the ground. Flames shot up out of it.

And then I saw it. I saw what really happened.

I saw myself walking out of the school gate, shortly after discovering my tires had been slashed. I walked along the front of the school, in the direction of my house. Some twenty feet behind me, I could see Wendy. She had tears in her eyes and most of her makeup was ruined. She held something behind her back, but I couldn't see what it was. She walked quickly, nearly catching up to me, and then from behind her back, she pulled out a gun. With one shot in the back of the head, I witnessed myself fall to the ground dead.

There was a scream from behind, and I saw that it was Kyle. He started running towards Wendy, screaming, "You fucking bitch! You fucking bitch!" over and over again. She turned and fired at him. A bullet struck him in the forehead and he fell backwards.

Wendy placed the gun at her head and pulled the trigger.

I was dead. Wendy killed me. I stared at her in disbelief, "Wh-Why?"

She frowned, "Come on, Stan," she said pulling me to my feet. She tugged for me to follow her, but I stayed where I was.

"Wendy… I'm dead? Wh-what is this place?"

"It doesn't matter!" she said smiling, "Just come with me now," she took my hand and began leading me to the fiery door.

"Why did you do it?" I asked as we nearly reached the door.

"Because she's a bitch!"

I turned around, and Kyle was there. He was standing over his own body, his saxophone in his hands. Behind him, the metal door was open and bright, white light came from it.

"Kyle…" I stared at him, not believing my eyes.

Kyle gave me a weak smile, "Dude, come on."

"He's coming with me!" Wendy yelled, "That was the plan! That's why I had to do it! I'm not going to lose him here, after all I had to do! We're going to be together forever! "

"Stan!" Kyle called out, "Come on, Dude. You can't go with her!"

I looked at each of them. I was so confused. "I…I…"

"Stan, you said you'd always be there for me," Wendy said.

"Stan, she's crazy! She killed both of us and herself! Stan, come on!"

Wendy pulled me again. We were at the door. I stared down into the pit with wide, frightened eyes. It was Hell. Wendy was dragging me into Hell. I looked back at Kyle. He stared at me with a panicked face.

"Stan!" he pleaded, "Stan you can't go with her! There's no turning back once you go in!"

I looked at Kyle. He was crying. I was crying. I didn't want to leave him, but I didn't want to leave Wendy.

"Stan!" Kyle yelled again, "Stan, if I could I would pull you away from that bitch, but I can't! Stan, you have to let go of Wendy on your own! Stan, come on, Dude!"

I wanted to go with Kyle. I didn't want to go to Hell. I didn't want to leave Wendy. She was so beautiful. She was so… perfect. Wendy pulled me into the fire, and I didn't let go. I just followed her, right into the depths of Hell.

The End.