Hey guys, taking a different turn here. I figured that I don't give Kenny enough love, so I wanted to write a fanfiction just for him. I'm taking a break from "I Won't Forget" for a little while as I have massive writers block on it, and it's not getting much attention right now so I won't bother it. I hope you guys like the start of this one, please tell me what you think and review, it helps me a lot and helps me continue my stories. Thanks, guys!

Kenny wasn't fast enough. He couldn't save her this time. The countless times he had saved her, but this time… this time was different. He could only save her physically, not mentally. Karen, his beloved sister, was… gone. Just like that. He blamed his parents. He even blamed himself. He was devastated when he got the news from his brother.

"Kenny, there was nothing we could do. She stopped taking her meds. You have to stop blaming yourself. She was too far gone to help." He had said. The words echoed in Kenny's mind. As Mysterion, he had been Karen's guardian angel. Now it was time for Karen to be his guardian angel, in death, if need be.

Mysterion sat atop the Mayor's building in South Park. This had been his home his entire life. He was twenty two years old now; his sister Karen was nineteen when she had committed suicide. Mysterion closed his eyes, the memory flashing in his mind, recalling the time they were placed in foster care in Greeley, Colorado. He had been her guardian angel then, and she had never known it was him the whole time. She talked about Mysterion frequently, with her friends, family, even Kenny. Kenny would play along, nodding as Karen talked on and on about Mysterion; how mysterious and intriguing he was. Sometimes he got tired of hearing about it, but he was glad Karen had something to be hopeful about.

A cold breeze ruffled Mysterion's cape as he leaped down from the building. The moon was high, stars dotting the midnight sky. One star stood out from the rest. Mysterion liked to think it was Karen, watching from above. It twinkled brightly, as if signaling to him. Mysterion smiled to himself. "I'll get justice for you, Karen. Just you wait. I'm sure you know it's me by now." He whispered to the night sky. "I'm sure you know."

Kenny had scraped up enough money to buy his own apartment. He was in the same building as Cartman, Kyle and Stan. The four had remained friends throughout elementary, middle, and high School. Kyle and Stan stayed together as roommates, and Cartman bunked with Butters. Oddly enough, the friendship with Butters and Cartman had grown while they were in high school together. Kenny wanted to live in solitude. Stan and Kyle were attending classes at CU Boulder online. Kenny worked a full time job as a mechanic, and was going to attend college when he could earn enough money to pay for it. Cartman was working as the manager for a prestigious company called "Motivation Corp." down on Colfax Avenue in Denver. He was always good at getting his way and convincing people to partake in the product or service he was providing. Being a business man was his forte.

Kenny sat on his worn out sofa he had bought from a moving neighbor from across the way. He flipped through the channels, uninterested in what was on TV. He ruffled a hand through his unruly blonde hair and sighed. It had been two weeks since Karen had committed suicide. Stan, Kyle, Cartman and Butters were trying to cheer him up.

There was a knock at the door. "Hey, Kenny, it's Stan and Kyle." A voice sounded from beyond the door. It was Stan speaking for the pair. Kenny got up and shuffled to the door, unlatching the lock and opening it.

"Hey, dude. How are you?" Kyle asked, looking Kenny up and down.

"Fine, I guess." Kenny shrugged.

"Hey, I heard a new girl is attending South Park College, and is moving in next to you. She's pretty cute, dude. I think you have a shot with her." Stan nudged his friend in the shoulder. Kenny rubbed the back of his neck.

"Oh, really? What's she like?" Kenny asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, she has long, curly black hair, and a nice pair of-" Stan started, but Kyle slapped him in the back of the head. "Oww! Jesus!"

"What he meant to say was, she looks really nice. You should go talk to her." Kyle glowered at Stan as he rubbed the back of his head, mumbling. As if on cue, a young woman the age of Kenny walked up from the stairs, humming to herself, with a big box in her arms. She had long, black curly hair just as Stan had said. Her body was slender, her hips swaying gracefully as she walked. She wore a purple cardigan, and matching lavender leggings, her hair in a side ponytail.

"Oh, hello." She smiled at the three young men. "Do one of you mind helping me with this box?"

Kyle nudged Kenny in the side. "Go on." He mumbled.

"Uhh, sure." Kenny replied, grabbing the box from her. It was heavy. Kenny stumbled under its weight. "What's in here, a few bowling balls?" Kenny joked. The woman smiled.

"It's a secret." She winked. The woman opened the door to the apartment, motioning Kenny inside. She instructed him to put the box in the back bedroom, in the closet. Kenny dusted off his hands when the job was done.

"Oh, how rude of me. I didn't introduce myself. My name is Karen."

"W-what?" Kenny had to take a double take. "Karen?"

"Yeah." She nodded. "Karen. What's yours?"

"M-my name?" Kenny stammered.

"Yeah, silly!"

"My name is Kenny. It's, uhh, nice to meet you, Karen."

"Nice to meet you too, Kenny."

The two exited the apartment, Kyle and Stan still standing in front of Kenny's apartment, chatting away.

"I have a few more boxes in my car, do you mind helping me, Kenny?" Karen asked.

"Sure." Kenny answered.

Once all of the boxes were unloaded and in Karen's apartment, Karen invited Kenny in for a drink.

"Oh, I don't drink." Kenny said, holding out his hand to decline the drink in Karen's hand. "Personal reasons."

"Oh. That's ok." Karen smiled. "I understand." She opened the can in her hand, and Kenny caught sight of what the label said. Pabst Blue Ribbon was written on the can. Kenny grimaced at the memory of the foster care. And of his parents. It was his father's favorite beer. Karen plopped down on the love seat that was in the middle of the living room, and Kenny took the couch on the opposite side.

"Kenny?" Karen snapped Kenny out of his dark memory. "You ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry. Just, thinking of things."

"What kind of things?" Karen took a sip of her drink.

"Stuff."

Karen raised an eyebrow. "You don't have to tell me."

"S-sorry." Kenny stammered. "That drink reminded me of something."

"Reminded you of what, may I ask?"

"It just reminded me of that show back when I was a kid, White Trash in Trouble, if you remember that." Kenny lied. He wouldn't tell her what it really reminded him of.

Karen laughed. "Oh, yeah. That show. It was so stupid. I remember staying up late with my father to watch it."

Kenny laughed uneasily.

"You okay, Ken?"

"Yeah…"

"Sorry, do you mind if I call you 'Ken'?"

"Not at all." Kenny smiled slightly.

There was a short silence. Karen sat her drink down.

"You know, I had a sister named Karen." Kenny started when the silence became awkward.

"'Had'?"

"Yeah."

"C-can I ask…"

"What happened?" Kenny finished for her.

"Yeah, if you don't mind sharing." Karen's face had a look of embarrassment. She picked at a loose thread on her sweater.

"She… committed suicide." Kenny felt a lump in his throat, the wound still fresh, the memory still implanted in his mind.

"O-oh… I'm so sorry…" Karen looked down, a look of worry on her face. Kenny could tell that she regretted asking him.

"It's alright." Kenny faked a smile. "She's in a better place now. I like to think of her as my guardian angel."

Karen smiled sympathetically. "That's sweet."

Kenny nodded, smiling back slightly.

"Would you at least like some water?" Karen asked, getting up and moving to the small kitchen.

"Oh, uhh, yes please." Kenny replied. Karen poured a glass of fresh water that was in the fridge in a large pitcher. She put the pitcher back in the fridge and walked over to Kenny, handing him the glass.

"Here you go." She smiled.

"Thanks." Kenny took a sip to be polite. He sat it down on the small coffee table that was separating the two.

After a few minutes of chatting about last night's Denver Broncos game, Karen frowned. "Well, I better let you get back to your friends. Hey, I'll see you later, alright? I gotta start unpacking the rest of my stuff."

"Are you sure you don't need any help?"

"Well… I didn't want to ask." Karen said shyly, a blush creeping on her already rosy cheeks.

"I don't mind." Kenny smiled.

Kenny noticed boxes stack on each other in the living room against the walls, and he moved to them.

"Those are just clothes. You can move those boxes into my room." Karen instructed. "Just those four boxes there, against the wall on the far side."

Kenny nodded and proceeded to carry the boxes into the room. Kenny noticed the box he had carried in earlier into the closet that was pretty heavy was slightly open now. The curiosity got the best of him and he began to peek into it. Before he could see what was in it, he was interrupted.

"Hey, Ken." Karen came up behind Kenny and he jumped. "You were in here for a while so I thought I'd come and check on you. You alright?"

"Yeah, uhh, sorry, I'll come and help you bring the other boxes in." Kenny smoothed out his orange blazer as he got up, dusting off his worn out blue jeans as well. "Kinda dusty in here."

"Yeah, manager of this part of the building says no one has lived in here for a while because some guy got shot and killed in here or something, I can't remember." Karen's voice reverberated down the hall as Kenny followed her.

"Oh. Spooky." Kenny replied.

"Now, here," Karen grabbed a box cutter and opened a box, revealing picture frames inside. "This room needs more décor. It's quite boring with just the white walls, isn't it?" Karen asked.

"Yeah." Kenny agreed. He didn't know how else to respond. Karen handed Kenny a frame with a picture inside. It was of Karen and two other people who looked to be her parents, and a dog beside her. Kenny smiled. "Nice picture."

"Thanks." Karen returned the gesture.

By the time the two were done unpacking the photos, the walls were more lively and vibrant. Karen and Kenny stood back, admiring their handy work. "Looks nice." Kenny said.

"Teamwork." Karen held up her hand and Kenny highfived her. "Always funner with another person to help. Thanks for your help, Ken."

"No problem." Kenny turned to her, smiling again.

"You wanna hang out some other time? I promise it won't include unpacking." Karen asked, a glimmer in her eyes.

"Yeah, sure. You're pretty cool to hang out with."

"Cool! I'll see you later, Ken. You can come over any time. Oh, here, here's my phone number if you need anything." Karen scribbled down her number on the back of an old business card. Kenny exchanged his as well.

"See you later, Karen."

"Bye, Ken."

Kenny left the apartment. Stan and Kyle were still chattering away in front of the door. Stan looked over when he saw Kenny exiting Karen's apartment. "You guys are still out here?" Kenny asked.

"We wanted to see the outcome. Well, what's her name?" Stan asked.

"K-Karen…" Kenny felt that familiar lump in his throat.

"Ohh… well that's…" Kyle answered, but stopped short.

"Nice." Stan finished for him.

"Yeah, nice." Kyle agreed, nodding along with Stan. "That's a nice name."

"So, what happened?" Kyle asked after a short silence.

"We just, talked for a while. I helped her unpack. We exchanged phone numbers. Nothing much." Kenny answered.

Stan raised an eyebrow. "Ohh, her number already?"

Kenny nodded.

Kyle nudged Kenny in the side. "Oooo…"

Kenny playfully shoved Kyle away. "It's not like that, Kyle."

"Sure it isn't." Kyle raised an eyebrow, a sly smile creeping on his lips.

"It's not."

Cartman came from behind and slapped his hands down on Kenny's shoulders, making him jump. "What up, Ken?"

"Jesus Christ, Cartman, you nearly scared the fuck out of me." Kenny glowered.

"Kenny's got a new girlfriend." Kyle cued Cartman in on the recent events.

Cartman raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Not my girlfriend." Kenny muttered, slightly irritated.

"Well, you got her number." Stan pointed out.

"That doesn't mean shit, dumbass." Kenny snapped.

There was a short silence before Kenny spoke again. "I think she's hiding something, though."