Author's Note:

I Am warning you NOW! This story does not make sense in the least! Or at least… that's what I think. I wrote it because I am so depressed, and I am doing very badly. So if you are looking for a story with a really good plot,… this is so not it. I post it up here only for one reason. To see what the rest of the world thinks. So positive and negative reviews are welcome. Good day to you all.

DISCLAIMER:

This is a Kenny/Kevin pairing. If you do not like this pairing please do not continue reading. The author realizes that he/she does not own nor is a part of South Park. Ownership of the above mentioned television series/cartoon Etc., is solely the property of its owners and/or producers and the network to which this applies.

Mourning

Chapter 1

**Daddy was a crack fiend. Two in the mornin' had us runnin' 'round the block like a track team.**

I was running as fast as I could. Kevin right behind me. We were both breathing fast trying to keep ourselves together as we ran. Mom and dad bringing up the rear. Barbrady was a dumbass most of the time, but when he needed to be dumb… he actually worked for something. If that made any sense. So, now we were running from him and Yates. It's not like I wanted to be in this situation.

Kevin was eighteen. I was Sixteen. I had dropped out to make use of myself in other ways. I was a cook with my dad and Kevin. We were all in charge of a clandestine meth lab in South Park. Only three people brave enough to make the damn stuff if you ask me. It's easy to make. But one wrong move and blow up the whole entire house. Fuck.

So now, because Cartman had found out, he had turned us in. Barbrady was not going to play dumb and let this one slide.

… … … … …

We escaped that one and it happened two weeks later. It was late at night or early in the morning and it happened again. We were running from the cops and ducking out from at least two different units. Kevin and I were in the lead and dad was egging us on. Kevin was holding the cooler full of stuff and I was holding the tank of Ammonia I'd stolen from rancher Jenkins's farm.

What can I say. This kept happening all the time. I couldn't stop it, Kevin sure as hell couldn't. Mom and dad didn't want to. So it was our lives.

"Run Kenny!" Kevin shouted as we all ran. "Kenny run!"