Clean. White. Beautiful. By Lar-lar
Author notes: Wow, okay! It's been a while, huh? I've not been active over here AT ALL but since getting back into the South Park fandom big-style, I've been here reading and reviewing and figured that since I AM still writing, I may as well post as well. This is my first attempt at a multi-chaptered South Park fic so... Be nice And encourage me! I REALLY wanna finish this one. The formatting FAILS, I don't remember how to make stuff look good on here anymore.
Disclaimer: I do not own South Park or any of its characters.
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Yeah I know it hurts, yeah I know you're scared.
Walking down the road that leads to who knows where.
Don't you hang your head, don't you give up yet.
When courage starts to disappear, I will be right here.
I Will Carry You by Clay Aiken.
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Prologue;
The dark-haired teen stood in his back yard, eyes to the sky, watching the snow fall. Like being in a snow-globe, he thought, a smile crossing his face as he did so. Snow never fell in a straight line, it almost floated down, swaying and twirling, dancing to the music the wind played but so few people bothered to listen to anymore.
Craig still listened. He heard.
He had always liked that about snow – the way it would fall from above, like a beautiful gift, and wipe everything clean. How it would "cover the sin". He did not think South Park would be the same without the snow, it hid the dirtiness, covered the lies. South Park without the snow would be a horrible, filthy place indeed.
He sighed and then winced, the movement of facial muscles stinging, hand shooting up to his swollen eye. Yep, that was going to look pretty damn impressive in the morning…Not that he cared. It was either him or her and he would have to be dead and damned to Hell for eternity before they lay a finger on her…
He shivered, pulling his arms around himself for warmth. He did not know why he was standing out in a late-night snowfall wearing only pyjamas anymore – just that it had seemed like the only thing he could have done at the time. The snow wiped everything clean, did it not? That was what he had really wanted – to have it all wiped away, to feel clean again…
A tear ran down his cheek.
"Craig?" A small voice asked from the open door, the head of a younger girl following it, her eyes going wide when she saw that yes, her brother was indeed standing out in the snow. She ran out to him without a second thought. "What are you doing out here? You'll catch Pneumonia, you idiot!" She scolded, worry apparent in her eyes when Craig finally did turn to meet her gaze, that only caused her to gasp, hands shooting up to cover her mouth, eyes welling with tears. "Did she…?" The older teen shook his head, forcing a smile. What good was it to protect someone if it was only going to make them sad?
"Didn't I tell you to stay upstairs?" He told her, trying to sound annoyed but far too tired to pull off the tone well. He stood still while she reached up a hand to touch the bruised eye, causing him to wince at the contact and her in turn to throw herself at him, hugging him tightly. "It's alright, don't worry about it." He whispered, hugging her back, wishing there was more he could do for her but failing to think of a single thing as they stood in the snow on a dark October night, the only two in the house.
They might as well have been the only two in the world.