South Park AU:Garden Of Spite

Chapter Thirteen

"Good night, Shelley," Shelley's mother said as she turned the light off.

Shelley just looked down, barely putting any focus on her mother at all.

"Mom..." she spoke.

Sharon turned around as Shelley finally looked at her. "Yes?" she asked.

"...Is...Is Stan at peace now?" she asked.

Sharon's eyes widened.

"...Yes. He's...He's in a much better place now. He'll...He'll always be in our hearts...watching over us..." she trailed off.

"...Everything will be alright," she finally spoke after some moments.

Then, she turned around and walked away.

Shelley could see how her mom was trying not to break at the mention of Stan. She hadn't been taking her son's death very well.

Shelley looked back down and sighed.

She shuffled under the blankets and drifted off to sleep, wanting to forget about her brother, and everything that had happened recently.

* * *

"YOU CAN NEVER HIDE."

"YOU WILL FINALLY REPENT."

"I AM YOUR DEMISE."

"..."

"...WAKE UP, SHELLEY."

* * *

Shelley woke up.

She felt a sense of...danger. As if, she was not alone.

As if...something was after her.

Shelley suddenly heard a CRASH.

She got off of bed and went downstairs.

She walked through the kitchen and saw nothing off.

She then went into the living room.

And that's when she saw it.

A window. Broken.

Her eyes widened.

Shelley looked side-to-side and back-and-forth. "Who's there!?" she shouted.

No response.

"Don't pretend I don't know you're here, turd!" she shouted.

She then heard what sounded like scuttering.

Shelley ran towards the noise and ended up near the couch.

"Show yourself!" she shouted.

A c r e a k came from across the couch.

Shelley raised her fists, ready for a fight.

A figure appeared in the shadows.

It walked forwards.

And out stepped...

..."Hi Shelley," Stan said.

Shelley stared, eyes wide.

"St-Stan...?" she asked.

"What are you doing down here so late in the night?" Stan asked.

"I...I..." she stammered.

Stan walked towards her and grabbed her hand.

"Come on, let's go back to bed," he said.

Shelley pulled away from him.

"What's the matter, big sis?" asked Stan.

"You're...You're dead..." she breathed.

Stan blinked.

Silence entered.

Shelley stared at him, waiting for a response.

And then, it finally came.

"Right you are," he said in a more dark tone.

Before Shelley could react, what appeared to be a baseball bat hit her, and a shout of pain came out of her.

She rolled on the ground, and when she finally stopped, she tried to get up, only to be stomped on.

She was grabbed up by her collar.

"Do you know how much pain I suffered because of you?" asked Stan.

"YOU MADE MY LIFE A LIVING NIGHTMARE!" he shouted as he slapped her, a single "UGH" coming out of her.

"You got away with EVERYTHING...every...single...TIME!" Stan spoke.

"And you seriously thought you'd get away with everything?" Stan asked.

Shelley took a good look.

Stan was different.

He was all black, and looked nothing more like a shadow, and his hat was sideways on his head.

She choked as Stan started to put his hands on her throat and tighten.

"Things are different now. It's about time you got some payback..." he said.

Shelley struggled with Stan's grip, but the pain screamed inside of her.

"You might think this is bad, but believe me, you don't want to know the pain you put me through," said Stan as he tightened his grip on Shelley's head and started to squeeze. Shelley groaned in pain.

"But I think you should know just how it much it hurt," Stan spoke in a tone that sent chills down Shelley's spine.

Shelley kicked out her legs.

An "AGGHH!" came and she was dropped to the ground.

She shakily got up, trying to ignore the stings and aches on her body.

She looked at Stan, who clutched his eye.

He then looked at her, narrowing his eyes.

"That does it..." he breathed.

Before Shelley could try to fight back or run away, Stan grabbed her and bashed her against the floor. He threw into a wall and dragged her onto the floor, dropped her, and banged her head on the floor repeatedly. Shelley screamed, pain everywhere.

Stan stomped on her back so hard she thought it would break. "QUIET, BITCH!" he shouted.

"I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU REGRET EVER HAVING FUCKED WITH ME, PIECE OF SHIT!" he roared.

Pain punched her all over. "STOP!" she screamed.

"You never stopped!" Stan shouted.

He rolled her over and raised up...a nail.

"Take this, you stupid shit," he said.

He thrust it down.

Shelley quickly reached and held his hand with the nail, trying to push it away.

His hand pushed against her's, and she struggled, pushing back and forth, trying to push him off.

She kept on pushing. And pushing.

Until...

...He broke through.

The nail came swinging down.

And the loudest scream of pain echoed throughout the house.