Black Cat

A cat has nine lives. So, who's the one that's gonna die?

Warnings ; Slash. Mature themes. Swearing. Slight violence. Angst. Drug usage slightly at the end.

Disclaimer ; I do not own South Park, but the plot is mine. It is slightly, SLIGHTLY, based off of Eden of the East.

Summary ; Stan Marsh has five months to find them all and help them regain the correct memories. If he fails they all will die. A cat only has nine lives, so who's the one that's gonna die?

prologue

t a r g e t s a c c q u i r e d

"We did it, we finally graduated high school!" Cheers erupted and the hats flew into the sky, the school colors blurring with each other in the air. Blue eyes met jade through the crowd and the two boys smiled.

A small hand grabbed Stan's and led him into a passionate kiss. It wasn't with the right person, though. It wasn't with a certain red-headed Jew.

Said Jew was now currently being tugged away by two smaller blond boys. Flashes of familiar, smiling faces flickering through the noise of the crowd. Families hugging their graduate.

"C'mon Stan..." Swaying hips, sweet smile. The smell of vanilla. Not the right scent, but still one that pleased him. "We're meeting the others at Kenny's tonight."

Smiling, she put her forehead to his. "We're not kids anymore. We've got a whole life ahead of us."

"Money, family, kids, fame, college, jobs..." She giggled, the buzzing in his ear from the noisy gym did not block out her honey-covered voice. "Who knows, Stan?"

"Shall I proceed with the operation, Sir?"

"Yes, I've looked into all their lives, Master. You'd be most pleased with the information I've collected. I probably know more about themselves then they do. I don't think they'll be too happy we've picked them for our game, though. Humans are such unforgiving, weak little creatures."

"Yes, yes, yes. Everything is set. Just tell me when and I'll send our people in."

"I do believe this will be entertaining, Master. What a delightful game you've come up with."

To be continued