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Beauty and the Beast Ch. 12Craig landed on the ground on the other side of the wrought iron gate surrounding The Beast's castle, Tweek beside him. The gates wouldn't open, no matter how hard they tried, so everyone had to scale them in order to gain access to the castle grounds. Craig stood up from the crouch he landed in and smirked at the black bricked castle in front of him. The Beast's roars couldn't be heard anymore, he wasn't on the balcony anymore.
In the castle, Pip, Cartman, and Butters were standing near a window talking and complaining about The Beast's choice to let Stan leave. None of them were happy, afraid that they'd be stuck as objects forever. When they saw the people scaling the gate, Butters nearly panicked, freaking out about them burning down the castle. Cartman took control of the situation when he saw the trusted advisor was useless, gathering everyone except for Pip, who went hopping up the stairs to the west wing get tell The Beast, to barricade the front doors.
Beauty and the Beast Ch. 11I am unable to get out of the driveway to get to class thanks to the snow, so yaays!
Through the mirror, everyone around could see The Beast and hear his sorrowful roars. Of course, people didn't see the roars as sorrowful; they saw them as the hostile roars of an untamed monster. Something that needed to be killed.
"What is it?" Someone yelled.
"It's a monster!" A woman's voice screamed.
"No," Stan reassured as he walked forward towards the crowd of people, "he's not a monster! He's a kind, sweet guy. He'd never do anything to hurt anyone!"
Craig's eyes narrowed as he snatched the mirror from Stan's hand. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think that you had feelings for that creature!"
He ground his teeth together and tried to take the mirror back. "Give that back Craig!"
Craig glared at The Beast through the mirror as if he could be seen. It really was a disgusting, revolting monster! "This thing will steal the children and eat their flesh!"
As some of the women screame
Beauty and the Beast Ch. 10Suddenly, Stan skidded the motorcycle to a stop next to where he could see part of an orange jacket poking out of the snow. He jumped off of the bike, not even bothering to remove the black helmet. He dug the limp redhead out of the snow and turned him over in his arms.
"Kyle?" Stan yelled through the helmet, brushing the snow off of his best friend's face. "Kyle, can you hear me?" The man was still breathing, so he was still alive, it was just a matter of if he would respond.
Kyle opened his eyes part way and looked up at his friend. "S-Stan?" He asked with a scratchy voice.
Stan let out a breath of relief. He was okay, thank God! "Just hold on, I'll get you back home!" He pulled one of Kyle's arms around his shoulders and sat him down on the bike. Stan took off the helmet and put it on Kyle's head as well as put his own jacket around his shoulders, knowing that he had to keep his friend as warm as possible right then.
Ignoring the frigid cold of the winter air, Stan climbed onto the
Beauty and the Beast Ch. 9A beautiful violin chord poured out of the music room, where Stan was playing Apocalyptica's "Beautiful." He had been practicing that single song nearly nonstop since The Beast left the music room a few hours ago, determined to learn and perfect it by the time the week was done. The only time he stopped was when his fingers began giving him some trouble with the unfamiliar violin but the problem was remedied in only a minute, and then he was playing again.
Given a task by The Beast that he was more than willing to carry out, Cartman hopped into the music room and up to Stan. "Hey!" He tried yelling over the music, but finding that he couldn't be heard. With a huff, he jumped onto the small table the violin normally sat on. "Stan!"
Stan stopped playing and looked over at the candelabra. "Oh, hey Cartman. What's up?"
"Go upstairs and get changed." Cartman pointed at the door and a drip of wax fell from the candle serving as his left hand, not offering an explanation as to why Stan
Beauty and the Beast Ch. 8A Few Days Later
The Beast looked from the balcony of his room out over the garden where Stan was leaning against a tree feeding a small group of birds at his feet. The Beast's arm was still wrapped in the bandages from his injury fighting off the wolves, and he had changed into a white t-shirt and a pair of red-orange pants that weren't torn at Cartman's instruction.
He sighed contentedly as he watched Stan. "I don't understand it, why am I feeling this way?"
Cartman looked up at The Beast confusingly. "Master?"
"Would do I do?" He looked down at Cartman, wanting to plead for help, but that would just be weird for him to do. "I'm afraid he still thinks I'm a monster."
"He doesn't," Cartman reassured, "otherwise he might've tried to leave again."
"Yeah," The Beast smiled, "you're right."
"Well, go down there and talk to him! Get to know him a little better, and let him get to know you!"
He thought about it for a minute, gazing down at Stan as a small bird landed on his sho
Beauty and the Beast Ch. 7A/N: Well, I'm going to try to update as much as possible today since my college starts the new semester tomorrow. sigh So starting tomorrow, updates won't be nearly as frequent.
Howling, that's what Stan heard and that was what kept him running. The wolves were right behind him and had been ever since he ran from the castle. He knew they were getting closer because he was beginning to slow down, his exhaustion with running as fast as possible was catching up with him.
Gotta keep running, he thought frantically, trying to drown out the sounds of the pursuing wolves. I have to make it back to South Park!
Just as Kyle's motorcycle and machine came into sight, one of the wolves lunged and latched its jaw onto the neckline of his jacket, sending Stan tumbling face first into the snow. He turned onto his back and began scrambling backwards towards the abandoned bike, knowing that Kyle always carried a switchblade in one of the satchels hooked t
Beauty and the Beast Ch. 6The Beast threw open the doors to his room and stalked right past the broken bed, broken chair, and torn portrait, his attention on the small table covered with a torn white sheet. Two things sat on it: a glowing wilting rose under a glass container and a beautiful silver hand mirror with the raised design of a rose on the back. He grabbed the mirror and flipped it around, seeing himself in the reflecting side.
"Show him to me," he demanded. For a moment, the mirror glowed and then he saw Stan sitting on the edge of his bed with Token standing next to him.
"Come on," Token encouraged, "give him a chance. If you get to know him, you might find that you actually like him."
Stan looked over at the wardrobe with a deeply sad and angered expression carved into his face. "I don't want to get to know him. Did you even hear the way he yelled at me?"
"Oh, come on, he's just on edge."
"'On edge?' The way he yelled he's nothing but a monster!"
The Beast's face dro
Beauty and the Beast Ch. 5Stan sniffed and wiped the tears from his cheeks as he sat up and looked out of the window, it was very nearly nighttime. The Beast expected him for dinner soon, but he wasn't going, he already knew that much. If he had to, he'd starve just to avoid that monster.
The doorknob turned and the door swung open slightly, catching Stan's attention. He blinked in confusion when he saw no one walking through the door. "W-What?" Was the place haunted or something?
"Oh dear," he looked down to see a white tea pot with a light gray lid hopping over to the edge of the bed with a light blue tea cup following it, "I'm afraid we're down here."
"Huh?" Stan's eyes widened in surprise, but he slid off of the bed to sit on the floor next to the talking china. "Did Did you just talk?"
"But of course." The tea pot turned and poured some hot tea into the tea cup beside it. "Would you like any sugar?"
"Um No, I'm fine without."
"Okay then." The tea cup began hopping over to him. "Careful Ike, don'
Beauty and the Beast Ch. 4Stan followed The Beast as he turned to walked up the staircase. He could hear The Beast saying that he hoped he liked it in the castle and saying that every corridor except the west wing was available to him.
The mention of a forbidden area brought Stan out of his thoughts. "Why can't I go to the west wing?"
"It's forbidden!" The Beast turned and roared.
Stan took a step back at the roar, once again scared that he was going to be attacked. "Uh, okay," he muttered.
With a huff, The Beast kept walking up the stairs leading to the east wing, mumbling to the candelabra, "What do I do?"
"Talk to him," the candelabra mumbled back.
"So, um, what's your name?" He looked back over his shoulder and at the scared man following him.
" Stan," he said hesitantly. "What's your name?"
"KeIt's unimportant," The Beast said quickly. He really didn't think his name was relevant after all the time he had spent as a beast.
Stan sighed. Was The Beast going to be a mystery to him while he was here
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