Disclaimer: If I owned South Park Stan and Kyle would be dating and Wendy'd be dead, so obviously I don't own it…., but someday…I will. LOL. JK. Or am I?

Full Summary: After being attacked by a strange beast while helping Ike with a class project in the park late Kyle begins to change, and not for the better. Can his friends save him? Style. Based on Gingersnaps.

A/N: All the boys and their classmates are either sixteen or seventeen. Ike is fourteen and Shelly and Kevin are nineteen.

Dreams and thoughts: 'hello'

Speech: "Hello"

Signs, Notes, Email & Texts, and other writing: "Hello"

Kenny talk: ("Hello")

Chapter One-The beast of South Park

"The day of reckoning - the day the curse grew stronger in the Red and the Black."

-Gingersnaps Back

"Clyde!" Mrs. Donovan cried from the bottom of the stairs, eyeing the door to her son's bedroom. "Did you let Ripper back in?"

A head covered in a mess of black hair poked out of the door as Clyde eyed his mother, sighing heavily. "No. I thought you did."

Mrs. Donovan let out a disgruntled sigh, making her way through the kitchen to the large sliding glass door leading to the backyard, while her son shut himself back into his room, leaving her to let in the dog.

Opening the stunning glass slider, she poked her head out, calling to the family's dog. "Ripper!", when she got no response, she felt a pang of concern, stepping out into the yard and taking a cursory look around. "Ripper?" She made her way further into the yard, going around the side corner of the house-and screamed at what she saw. "RIPPER!"

"Hey, Ky. Did you hear about Clyde's dog, Ripper?"

Kyle leaned up, grimacing at the movement, fake blood dripping down onto the snow and fake fence post beneath him. "No, What happened?"

His younger brother smiled, brushing a medium length strand of black hair from his face, raising the camera. "The beast got him. Ripped poor Ripper to shreds. How's that for irony."

A click and flash as Ike took the picture, moving around his brother to get another view, taking another quick picture, while Kyle smirked. "Pretty ironic, I gotta admit.", he adjusted himself, shivering slightly as his uncovered arms brushed the snow, the t-shirt he wore hardly any protection against the cold. "Now, are we done yet? I'm freezing my ass off here."

Ike nodded, helping his brother to stand, the slightly frozen face blood dribbling down the older teen's front. "Yeah. We're done for now. We gotta get a few more shots tonight, though. I figured we could go to the park for 'em since mom and dad'll be out for the night."

"I don't know Ike,", Kyle said, picking up the prop fence piece and the extra prop gore. "You know mom and dad don't want us out at night, especially with the beast out there."

Ike frowned. "You always do what mom and dad say?"

"No. You know I don't.", the older teen huffed, ruffleing his brother's hair affectionately and effectively making him smile. "I still don't see what you need me for. I mean, I get the whole art project on Macabre and Disturbia and stuff, but why do I have to help again? I mean, it's not my class."

Ike smiled, patting his brother on the shoulder. "Because you're a wonderful big brother and you make a good corpse."

Kyle sighed, shaking his head and rolling his eyes as the marched into the house, depositing the fake gore in the sink to be washed for reuse. "Oh yeah, that's right.", heading up the stairs he turned back to glance down at his brother with a small smile. "You know one day that wonderful brother stuff isn't gonna work on me. What'll you do then?"

Ike smirked. "I'll figure it out when that day comes. I suspect it's a long way away."

"Maybe not.", Kyle said mockingly, moving to the towel closet and pulling out a deep green towel and matching washcloth. "I'm gonna take a shower. Get all the makeup off. You want one after?"

The younger nodded. "Yeah. I did my best to wipe off the fake blood and the glue from the fake torn eyeball earlier, but I should probably have a real shower to get it all off."

"Cool." Kyle smiled. "I'll try to be quick." and he darted into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

Stepping out of the bathroom, towel around his waist and vivid red hair damp and clinging to his face, Kyle padded to his brother's door, giving it a quick knock.

"Shower's free."

He heard a muffled 'thanks' from inside and padded off to his room, closing his door just as his brother's opened. Once alone he let the towel drop to the floor, grabbed his favorite plaid pajama pants(They were a gift from Stan.) and a plain black t-shirt, and got dressed, pulling his unruly hair into a short pony tail at the base of his neck.

He knew for what his brother had planned later that he'd have to get on regular clothes, but hey, he figured for an hour at least he could relax in his pjs.

Plopping down on his bed he grabbed his laptop, turning it on and waiting for it to load up. When it was finished he logged in he pulled up his Aim chat window and smiled when Stan's username pooped up wanting to chat and, of course, he clicked accept.

Ninja_Marsh: Sup dude?

JadeJew: Nuthin much. Gonna help Ike finish his art project later.

Ninja_Marsh: Wow. You've been helping him with it for 2 weeks. How much longer's it gonna take?

JadeJew: We finish tonight. Finally. I don't think I could stand anymore fake blood. That stuff itches like crazy. What about you?

Ninja_Marsh: There's an old Terrance and Philip marathon at 8:30 tonight. I figured since Shelly's going out and mom and dad are visiting grandpa at the home I might as well watch it.

JadeJew: Sounds fun.

Ninja_Marsh: Eh, just a lazy night.

JadeJew: Still sounds fun.

Ninja_Marsh: Yeah. G2G. Talk later.

JadeJew: KK. Bye.

After Stan logged off Kyle did the same, shutting down his computer and collapsing in a comfortable heap on his bed, eyes sliding shut as he yawned.

"Kyle! Wake up!"

Kyle jolted up in bed, smacking his head into his brother's, making both boys cry out. Kyle sat up, grimacing and rubbing his head. "What the hell Ike?"

The younger teen, gave his brother a fleeting smile. "Mom and Dad left. I figured we should go now to make sure we get it all done tonight."

"Alright," Kyle stood up, nodding with a sigh. "Just let me get dressed."

Ike nodded. "Sure. I'll get the gore…and the camera."

Kyle nodded, with an amused smile. "You do that."

As soon as the younger was out of the room Kyle was undressing and pulling on his day clothes. Putting on his trademark hat and jacket, knowing he'd have to take them off for the pictures, but deciding to bring them anyway. He didn't want to have to walk home cold and covered in faux blood.

Ike popped his head back into the room, showing his brother a bag of disturbing gore and thick red. "I got the gore! You ready?"

Kyle nodded, smiling. "Yeah, I'm ready." walking into the hall, his brother doing the same, he nodded towards the bag of gore. "That's just a little disturbing."

Ike smirked, following his older brother out the front door and into the cool night, a breeze slamming into them. "Just a little? Makes me worry that you think it's just a little disturbing that I'm carrying a bag of blood and gore. Maybe Cartman was right last Halloween and you are a psycho."

"Yep. I'm a homicidal maniac, campy warning theme song and all.", Kyle said, playfully shoving his brother as they made their way to Stark's pond, the legs of their jeans wet up to the knee in seconds.

When they got to the park they were both shivering, jackets wrapped thoroughly around them as they made their way to the small metal playground that had been put in a few years previous.

"Alright Ky, off with the hat and jacket.", Ike said, putting the bag of gore and fake blood down on the nearby slide.

Kyle nodded, shrugging his jacket off and letting his brother pull off his hat. "What are we going for this time?"

"Mauled.", The raven haired of the duo said quickly, leading his brother to the slide and having him sit down.

Kyle didn't respond, choosing instead to sit still as his brother applied prosthetic gashes and claw marks, filling them with fake blood and a blackish ground product that looked suspiciously like charred meat. When he was done the younger teen took a step back to examine his work.

Satisfied Ike grinned. "Alright, let's get to work."

Several photo's later Kyle was soaked to the bone and shivering, arms wrapped around his torso in a half baked effort to keep warm. He watched as his brother packed up the unused horror props, gore, and faux blood, squishing it all into the plastic bag they'd brought it in, leaning precariously on the swing set. Being Kyle he lost his balance, falling flat into the snow, a stinging pain drawing his attention to his arm.

"Dude. You are so clumsy.", Ike said, trying, and failing, to hide his chuckles.

Kyle rolled his eyes, getting up and examining his arm. "Ah crap, I'm bleeding."

Ike frowned. "How can you tell with all the fake blood and costume cuts on? It could just be fake."

Kyle moved to him, showing him the gash on his upper arm. "It's not fake dumbass. I can feel the pain.", he said pointedly.

Ike nodded lightly. "Guess that would do i-"

Before he could continue he was cut off by a low growl then a howl in the nearby woods, drawing both his and Kyle's eyes to the shadowed tree's. Neither teen could make anything out in the darkness, but they did catch a glimpse of shocking yellow before it was again just darkness.

"What the hell was that?", Ike asked slowly, backing away from the tree line, eyes slightly wider with fear.

Kyle shook his head. "I don't-"

He was cut of as a hulking mass shot out from the wood, slamming him into the ground and leaning down, teeth clamping down on his shoulder. A pained scream pierced the air, prompting Ike into action, the smaller teen running at the beast seated atop his brother and trying to move it away.

Before he could get close the monstrous creature looked up, gold eyes glowing in the darkness, and darted into the woods, Kyle still held firmly in it's jaws.

"Ike!", The older teen cried, reaching for his brother before vanishing into the tree line, his screams ripping through the wood.

Ike took off after them, grabbing the nearest thing to him to use as a weapon, his camera. He dashed through the tree's following the sounds of his older brother's screams, fear gripping his heart.

"Kyle!", He cried, rushing about in the darkness and, by chance, coming out in a clearing where the beast loomed over his brother, Kyle's blood drenching the snow and it's muzzle. "Kyle!", he cried again, moving towards the beast and slamming into it as it leaned down on his brother biting into his already torn flesh and making the redhead cry out in pain. "Get off of him!"

The jolt as he hit the creature set off the camera, a blinding light filling the clearing for a moment, before leaving Ike, Kyle, and the beast disoriented. With the brief pause in attack Ike pulled his brother up, letting him lean on him, and both boys began running, the foot falls of the monster following after.

"W-What the fuck is that thing?", Kyle cried, gasping, a small trail of blood trickling down the side of his head.

Ike shook his head, not daring to look back and try to get a better look at the beast that had tried to turn his brother into dinner. "No fuckin' clue! And to be honest I don't want to find out.", he glanced around, the sound of the creature getting closer. "Shit! Where do we go? Where the fuck do we go?"

"The road!", Kyle said quickly, pointing a bloody hand towards a area of tree's with light filtering through.

Ike nodded quickly, he and his brother stumbling towards the area and breaking out of the woods, stumbling out onto the highway. Quickly they darted across the street, barely avoiding being hit by a large and slightly familiar van.

A yelp split the air, and both teens turned around quickly to the creature on the road, body bloodied in front of the van.

"Let's go!", Kyle cried, voice wavering dangerously.

Ike nodded turning and helping his brother to run all the way back to their house, where they stumbled in, Kyle almost collapsing once inside. Ike paled now that he could really see his brother's condition. Though he was aware that some of it was the costuming and fake blood, he was more aware that some of it was real. Real torn flesh. Real blood. Real pain.

"Oh shit! Oh shit! I-I'm gonna go get bandages or-Shit…", the younger of the two teens cried, shock setting in.

He left, returning several seconds later with bandages and antiseptic, eyes widening when he saw his brother, eyes closed, blood dripping down his face, as he lay on the couch. Blood was everywhere. Drizzling down the redheads arms, splashed on the soft beige carpet. It was like some over exaggerated horror movie only…real.

Ike moved to Klye and began cleaning the wound, growing more afraid by the minute. He couldn't fix it. They needed help. There was so much blood. His older brother's blood. And it was all over his hands, red and wet.

"Oh god…w-we need to get you to the hospital! I-I can't bandage this!", Ike cried, letting out a chocked half sob. "I think it needs stitches…"

Kyle's eyes shot open and he reached out, one bloody hand catching hold of his brother's wrist. "NO! I-I'm fine…", he glanced at the bite on his shoulder, eyes soft. "It's stopped bleeding okay…? I'm fine. We can deal. I'm okay."

Ike stared at his brother's wound shocked to see he spoke the truth, the wound was no longer bleeding profusely. "That's not possible…wounds can't…", he let out a sharp breath. "We have to get you to a doctor!"

Kyle shook his head, putting both his blood covered hands on the sides of his brothers face and making Ike lean his forehead against his. "No. I'm fine. Really.", he gave a small comforting smile, pulling his upset brother into a hug, the smaller boy's head on his chest. "I'm fine. We'll wash off all this blood, bandage the wound, and then we'll go to bed, okay? Pretend this didn't happen. I'm fine."

Ike nodded softly, not trusting himself to speak. He'd yet to stop shaking and felt he would never get the image of that thing mauling his brother out of his mind, Kyle's blood splattering the pure white snow, screams splitting the night. He'd have nightmares for the rest of his life.

Kyle disentangled himself from his younger brother, giving him a small smile which came out as more of a grimace of pain. "I'm gonna go shower real quick. Wash off the blood. When I'm done you go, okay?"

Ike nodded sharply, eyes still wide with fear. "Okay. C-Can I stay with you tonight?"

Kyle smiled down at him. "Sure."

Ike smiled half heartedly. "Thanks."

Kyle nodded, leaving to the bathroom to wash away all the blood, fake and real, that covered him, dripping on the tile. He was quick, getting clean and getting out, Ike doing the same. Then they bandaged his wound, cleaned the blood from the floor, and curled into Kyle's bed, Kyle falling asleep instantly.

Ike on the other hand simply watched his brother, eyes tracing the older teens form, just to be sure he was really there. Ike had never been so scared in his whole life, and that was saying something. He'd almost lost his brother. But Kyle was fine. He'd said so himself.

So why did Ike have a horrible feeling that he wasn't?

Drama! I feel awful, but that was really fun to write. *Evil gleam in eye* Very fun…hehe. Anywho, Read and Reviewness! I update faster with reviews. J