Drown in my love (Stan x Kyle) (Style) (ZOMBIE AU)

Grounding

(Next chapter coming out tomorrow or the day after)

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Kenny and Kyle stood five paces away from each other. Kyle's stare was filled Intimidating concentration as he looked at Kenny through his ginger lashes. His shoulders were hunched over and he was slightly crouched. A familiar sharp blade (that had been placed against Stan's neck the night before) was gripped in Kyle's hands and held out in front of his waist

Kenny's stare was more on the timid side, and not really a stare. He flashed his eyes over to Stan every couple seconds as if hoping he'd know what to do in this situation. He held a wooden bat in his hands, gripping it unsurely.

No matter how many times they'd done it, Kenny wasn't sure where to put his hands, how to stand or what to do in a situation like this. He was inexperienced. And it was painfully obvious once compared with the ginger standing not so far away from him.

Stan watched every second of the build up, anticipating the moment when one of them makes a move. He watched from his sat position on the grass, legs crossed and leant forward.

His attention was caught like a fish on a hook, slowly being reeled in. Waiting. And waiting.

Then there was the sound of dirt being scuffed, and Kyle was suddenly speeding towards Kenny, knife still in hand. Dust was pushed out from behind his feet with every step. He was agile. Speedy.

Kenny stepped back, gripping his wooden bat tighter but looking at a loss. Stan watched as Kyle practically teleported behind Kenny and harshly kicked the back of his knee, causing his balance to crumble. "Fuck!" Kenny cried as his legs gave out and he crashed down to his knees. The bat in his hands, falling next to him.

Suddenly Kyle's blade was on the back of Kenny's neck.

"You're dead." He stated

Kenny groaned "You know, this would be so much easier if I had a gun."

Kyle eyed him. "Have you even used one before?" Kyle asked, taking the blade away and moving so he was standing by Kenny's side instead of behind him.

"My dad taught me how to use a BB gun. Does that count?" Kenny asked.

Kyle placed a hand on his hip and looked up in thought. "I guess."

Kenny went from his knees to sitting on his behind, both his palms behind him and holding up his weight.

He sighed, long and loud.

"I think I've been killed more times than I can count. You're just too fast."

Kenny relaxed his neck, twisting his head to look at Stan over on the grass. He waved him over. "Dude. Come swap with me. I've been doing this for ages."

He really had  been doing it for ages. So long that Stan's butt had been hit with an uncomfortable ache from sitting so long.

Everybody had gotten into groups. Wendy and Cartman with Craig, Shelly with Tweek and Stan and Kenny just happened to get Kyle.

Craig, Tweek and Kyle's mission? See how well they can truly defend themselves and then work up their abilities. A sort of training, Stan supposes.

Kyle and Kenny have been at it for a while now. Although, Stan's not sure how well the 'training' was working. The idea was there... Kyle just wasn't aware of how actually bad at combat they were.

So far only Kenny has gone up against Kyle. Stan's only been a witness.

Looks like it's his turn to get his ass kicked.

Stan pushed himself up from his seated position, Kenny doing the same. Before they walked past each other, Kenny lifted his hand- initiating a high five. Naturally, Stan slapped his hand on Kenny's, but instead of going past it, his hand was firmly grabbed.

"Can't wait to watch you die, dude." He said humorously with his charming, toothy grin.

"Thanks, man." Stan replied, as if Kenny's words were simply words of encouragement.

They gripped their hands tighter before letting go, Stan heading over to Kyle and Kenny to Stan's old spot.

As he and Kyle's eyes met, Stan smiled. He felt that familiar tingling in his stomach when Kyle smiled back. Of course, that was only his nerves flaring up..

Once Stan stood where he needed to be and picked up the wooden bat, Kyle walked five paces away.

Now they were in an all too familiar position. Facing off exactly like Kyle and Kenny from not too long ago. Kyle held his knife out, in his crouched position. His brows were furrowed in concentration, and his nose crinkled slightly. His deep green eyes matched his deep concentration. A striking Intenseness that watched all of Stan's movements.

Stan was too busy being mystified by Kyle's concentrated face until it finally hit him that- Shit. Stan was about to fight him. Stan knows zero to nothing about fighting. Only knows what he's observed from Kenny and Kyle.

Stan got into an awkward stance, trying his best to look somewhat like he knew what he was doing. He didn't– at all. But it didn't hurt to fake it, right?

Then, like a predator sprinting towards its prey, Kyle came herding at him. Stuck like deer in headlights, he urged himself to do something.

It was all going so well. He'd lifted up the bat, determined to swing, and when Kyle was close enough, he did.

His victorious swing and internal celebration was short-lasted, as Kyle had ducked before the bat had hit him.

He felt as Kyle's foot scooped his legs from under him, making him fall on his back, landing with an elegant "omph!"

Then, the tip of Kyle's knife was placed against Stan's neck. "Dead." Kyle stated, once again.

Stan huffed out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding in. "Kenny wasn't kidding. You're fast." He breathed out. 

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THIS ONE IS REALLY SHORT IK!! And this chapter is late.  But school... Ohh the pain. 😃 

I keep saying it'll amp up but I keep underestimating how much writing there is LMAO! But soon. SOON 😈😈

I'm not real happy with this chapter, but I've been swamped so this is the best we'll get for now. Fist bump till the next one, my friends. 👊😎

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