Conducting
By StarWolf
3/22/2004
Title:
ConductingAuthor:
StarWolf ([email protected])Fandom:
South ParkGenre:
Angst, I suppose. Mayhaps spiritual.Warnings:
Electrocution, canon deathRating:
PG-13Pairing:
NoneDisclaimer:
Not mine. Trey's and Matt's. Please don't hurt me.Distribution:
Don't archive it. I'm quite capable of doing that myself, thank you.Summary:
This is real trance music.Authoress' Notes:
Happy Birthday, Kenny. This takes place at the end of episode 202, "Cartman's Mom is Still a Dirty Slut." If you've seen it, you'll understand.---------------------------
He seizes hold of the wires, and they quickly seize hold of him.
Sixty-six percent of his body is water, and it works almost as well as copper. As the electric impulses tear through his nervous system, he feels his muscles flexing against his will, arms tense and rigid without his jurisdiction. Shocked, both literally and emotionally, he can do nothing to stop his eyes from twitching, his body from spasming, and he desperately wants to shut his eyes against the pain. His ears throb with blood and agony, and his chest convulses. Every breath takes greater effort to draw into his burning lungs.
Kenny wonders if this is what it feels like to be executed. He wonders what crime he committed, which people he wronged, or if he did some other horrible deed in a past life to deserve dying every day.
Now he realises that he is powerless against the charges zapping throughout him, and he decides to embrace the electricity instead. It's a symphony of synapses, and in his mind he is waving his arms to guide the sparks.
This is real trance music.
He is alive with jolts of energy, pure lightning crackling along his blood vessels, his spinal cord, his trachea, his esophagus. Everything hurts and everything is ablaze; hot flashes of light and static cascade across his flickering vision. His eyes, brighter than the hottest blue giant stars, smoulder with staccato surges of the searing current. Corporeal form dying, spiritual being soaring into a metaphysical thunderstorm, he wants to smile and scream.
It is snowing, and he starts to notice his limbs going numb; rather, he can't tell if they're numb or not. Whether it is from the hurt or the cold, he's not sure. Kenny wonders if his friends would like him to start a fire.
Shall he grant them flames? Shall he ignite this wretched world for the good of all? Surely he'd be punished.
Kenny wonders if any of the birds sitting on the electrical wires would like to peck out his liver.
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For those of you who didn't get it, the last line was a reference to the story of Prometheus. Look up Greek mythology if you're interested.