Hey everyone. As you may know, this isn't my other story. :P I was being lazy about the other one and I just felt a spark of inspiration about writing this story. it's short so yeah. Hope you enjoy.

It was a beautiful afternoon in south park and the boys decided to take a walk down memory lane. Everything seems to be going well for them, right?

"Hey, where do you guys want to go?" said the boy with the green hat.

"I don't know Kyle. Got anything in mind?"

Kyle focus his attention to his best friend, Stan Marsh.

"Hey! Maybe we could go to the lake! We haven't spend time there since fourth grade. How about that?"

"I don't know, I mean, we always pass by it when we go to South Park High. And besides, our graduation is going to be held there."

"You've got a point there Ken."

Kyle cups one of his cheeks and begins to think about what to do.

"Come on Jew! I don't have all day!"

"Shut up fat ass!"

Kyle pushed the some what chubby looking friend.

"Cartman, don't do this." Stan asked.

The boy pushed Kyle a bit harder to make Kyle move one step back.

"You asshole!" Kyle yelled.

With all his might, he pushed Cartman into the streets. Then, it happened. Cartman got ran over, and laid on the street, not moving a muscle.

"Cartman get your fat ass up!"

Nothing. He just kept laying on the floor.

"Come on Cartman! Get up! This isn't funny!" Kyle added.

The body still lays there.

"C-Cartman?"

Cartman laid there. Lifelessly. He was dead.

"Oh crap!"

"Dude, call the ambulance!" Stan commanded.

Kyle stood there in disbelief.

"Kyle!?"

He began to shake at the sight. He killed Cartman. Did he?

"I-I got it! Stan, hand me your phone!"

Stan tossed the phone to Kenny and he franticly called 9-11.

"H-Hello…"

"Kyle?"

He stood there staring at the body and the pool of blood beginning to grow. After many years of touchier, pain and anger, his enemy is finally dead. He thinks that we should be celebrating but really, all he felt was pain.

"I…I killed him."

"No you didn't Kyle. It was a freak accident."

Kyle kneels down to the cold cement and lowers his head. He puts his hands on his hat and threw it to the ground with anger and frustration.

"I…I killed him…" he says in a whisper voice. "…No…"

Well, here's the prologue for you. It's sad I know. I wanted to do something like this but couldn't think of anything. It's wired cause I was writing my first story and listening to music and then I thought about something. That's when I freaked and grabbed paper and wrote this story down. Two hours of music, paper and inspiration for this story really pays off. Lolz I'll put the whole story on today. Enjoy it!

~ Detective Kenny