itle: My World on Your Fingertips

Author: Rib

Summary: It had been a horrible idea. When love must die.

Rating: T

Pairings: Kennyalotofpeople

Disclaimer: I have an anorak. His name is Kenneth. Other than that, no.

Notes: To Queen's Who Wants To Live Forever. Love this song. That's a command. ANTSY. (Yes, ants.) And some gore. I think.

Kenny McCormick takes a deep breath, taking in everything in sight. It was fucking crazy, the way things turned out. It still seemed so surreal. The world was crashing around him; burning too. And here he was, watching.

So society had caved in. That wasn't much of a surprise, Kenny guessed. It was pretty much inevitable. The building in front of the one he's standing on collapses and is headed right for him. He closes his eyes as his body is mangled.

He wakes up next to Starks Pond. Or what used to Starks Pond. It's just a crater of yellow earth now, surround by the gray ash left behind by the forest. Some embers still glow through the thick smog. He remembers when he was a kid, a few centuries ago. All those…people. He'd held on to them tightly enough, right? That was the problem.

He gazes at his reflection in a puddle of putrid-smelling mud (he hopes it is.) His charming 17-year old face stares up at him. "What are you doing?" He asks himself. He's gotten used to talking to himself by now.

"I wonder what'll happen next."

"Me too."

"I wonder if I could… Somewhere at the end of this…"

"I hope I do."

He sighs. "I miss them."

"A whole lot."

A vision of Kyle and Stan grinning up at him made Kenny flinch. Bebe. Butters. Kyle again. Ike. Craig. Christophe. Stan again. Eugh… even Cartman. "I wouldn't have. If I'd known…" After that, new characters. Johnson, Mona, Bret.

"It's not your fault."

Kenny buries his head into his arms. He feels tears welling up. He groans. Not this. He can remember tears rolling down his cheeks several times. He remembers lips, too. First, and not at all surprisingly, Christophe. His lips were dry, and Kenny could smell the smoke and none of the blood. Kyle, after the Rainbow Plague. His lips were pale, and soft and thin. Craig, then Stan, Butters, Bebe, Cartman, Ike.

At least some of those moments lasted.

Not long enough,

but they lasted.

He reaches up and rubs his eyes. His fingers dug into the sockets. He groans and tugs very hard. He can feel something that isn't tears roll down his cheeks. He tosses his baby-blues into the crater. No one to kiss the tears away, so why cry them?

He feels his eyes grow back, and he can't help it. Tears mix in with the blood staining his face.

"This wasn't supposed to happen."

"Yes it was."

"It's your fault."

"No it isn't."

"Shut up."

"You're so fucking retarded. You should've known."

"Shut up!"

"They were all going to leave you!"

"SHUT UP!"

Kenny thrashes at the puddle, and immediately feels his skin sizzling. Shit. And again.

He's lying on a roof. The only place in the world now where you can see the stars. He figures he's dreaming; there were never this many stars. Not in his lifetime.

I didn't like it, but I hope you do.

Pleas review. For Freddie. :D