This Journey wouldn't be a long one , in fact the destination wasn't even halfway across the small town . A certain pissed off teenager stomped across the sidewalk leading into the middle class subdivision . Even with the sun rays raining down on the small town , it seemed as though every loud thud that hit the concrete spawned a vile thunder cloud . " I can't wait for that narcissistic prick to get his Karma ." Still wearing his orange parka , Kennth McCormick was finally going to watch the galaxies' most despicable monster get dragged into the Sheriff's car . Ever since fourth grade , Kenny realized that there was more to Eric Cartman than a pure ass hole and by grade six he realized that psychotic was an understatement . Eric's condition wasn't a mental disease , but instead a diagnosis along the lines of the supernatural . The kid was a super genius when it came to manipulating his victims , but ignorant when it came to common etiquette and schooling. Of course , his personality wasn't the only thing driving Kenny to Eric Cartman's house , it was the torment he caused his so called friends . Ever wonder why Stan relapsed right after being released from rehabilitation or why Kyle barricaded himself in his room with suicidal thoughts for two weeks ?
Kenny remembered every second of that day , every second that his friends were ridiculed by that inhuman fuck .
" AYE ! YOU FUCKING JEW BOY , GET YOUR ANOREXIC ASS OVER HERE !" Kyle dropped his basketball .
" What do you want Cartman ?" , he asked irritated . " I am tired of you faggot ! Always narking on me for a bunch of bull !" Kyle sighed . " Come on fat ass , I'm trying to practice ." Cartman lunged forward throwing a punch straight into Kyle's nose , marking the first time he ever physically harmed someone of this extent in the quartet . " Ow ....... Fuck ............ man what did I do to you ?" , Kyle whined , holding his nose tightly . Cartman bursted with laughter . " You're not in a damn camp , that's the problem !" Cartman lifted his leg and crammed it into Kyle's stomach . The wind once filling Kyle's lungs was gone . He stumbled to the frigid concrete , rolling on his side .
" * cough * Jesus ..... * cough * Man ." , Kyle wheezed . " This is what you get when - ,"
" Yo what the hell fat ass ?" , Stan shouted darting towards the scene . At the sight of his super best friend , Kyle sighed . " I don't know what I did this time man , I honestly don't know ." Kyle muttered as tears streamed down his cheeks . " Cartman you fuck ! What the hell did you do to Kyle ?" The eyes of the two best friends met . " Apparently it's what I did to him ." Kyle struggled as he began to lift himself from the ground , he groaned . " HAHA look at the Jew boy HAHA !"
The red head cautiously pushed himself off the court , turned to the sidewalk , wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his orange jacket , then limped away , keeping a tight grip on his stomach .
" Don't think for a second that you're off the hook , fat ass !" , Stan growled as he bounded towards Kyle . Kenny , as a supportive friend , originally came to the basketball court to cheer on Kyle as he practiced , but he now stood paralyzed . It's not like he didn't expect this quarrel to go down eventually, but he couldn't have predicted Kyle's reaction , it was mortifying and all Kenny did was lean against a basketball hoop and watch , appalled .
He regretted it .
Of course , this wasn't the only
"friend" Cartman decked in the face , Jimmy and Butters being only two of his victims .
The sidewalk was beginning to grow thin and the dandelions growing along the path to Cartman's house merged with purple Tulips . Kenny was sick with wrath and was no where close to being at ease ; vengeful thoughts still conquered his consciousness .
Stan was gaming with Cartman the night all of his suffering at rehabilitation went to shit . It was a rare night when Kyle wasn't present . Cartman's chair squeaked as he leaned in Stan's direction . " Hey Stannnn ?"
" Yeah man ?" Cartman smirked . " You know I don't ask you for much , right ?" Stan pressed the buttons on the game controller in annoyance , he knew where this was going already . " What do you want Cartman ?" Kenny sighed as he glared at the two , then back at the screen , which illuminated the basement . " I want you to help me ...... bribe Timmy's mom into admitting she's a retard on Dr.Phil ." Stan's eyebrows narrowed . " No way dude ." Kenny rolled his eyes . I've died way to many times for these idiots . Cartman's smirk grew wider . " Maybe this'll help ." Cartman reached under the couch and pulled out a large bottle of Fireball . Stan's eyes sparkled once they lied on the shiny red glass . Must not give in . Must not give in . " Put it down ." , Kenny exclaimed sternly .
" What are you gonna do about it Kinny , he knows he wants it ." Kenny slid the game controller on the table in front of him ; his glare , the one that was given to the heavens every time his heart was taken from his body , flashed every look of tragedy since his first death .
" Cartman , Stan just got signed out of Rehab , if you're a good friend - no - PERSON you will take the alcohol out of his sight ." , Kenny growled . " I - I made a promise to Kyle , Wendy , and you guys ." , Stan muttered , his voice becoming hoarse . " It can be our little secret , right guys , right Kinny ?" The tension was thick in the air , as a silent standoff was brewing . Cartman wrapped his arm around Stan who was desperately trying to avert his gaze from the glass. " Awwww come on Stan , the buzz , the freedom , what more could you want right now ?" Stan's eyes were lost in the bottle . The smell , oh god , the smell . The musty scent of joy filled the entire basement .
" Stan , think about Wendy , Kyle , Myself , and make the right decision ." Stan quivered and before he could rescue his friend from a monstrous fate , dark liquid ran down Marsh's throat as tears poured down his cheeks . " Chug ! Chug !" , Cartman cheered .
CRACK . Silence . Pure , unsettling silence , except for the one droplet of red liquid that hit table . Cartman's expression was pissed , as Stan's held self hatred . " Stan let's go ."
Stan watched appalled . " Aw come on dudes ! That was like sixteen bucks !" Kenny grabbed Stan's arm with his undamaged hand ; He didn't care to relive the rest of that night , especially after he snuck a tipsy Stan past Randy and into his room through the window.
The Tulips and dandelions merged with lengthy grass . Cartman's house . Kenny clenched his fist in fury .
" This is for the shit you've done to Léopold Stotch , Stan Marsh , Kyle Broflovski , Jimmy Valmer , Scott Tenorman , Damian , Bebe Stevens , Heidi Turner , Pip , and yourself ." A light breeze danced through the pine . Kenny felt the autumn winds against the little exposed flesh outside of his Parka . The gloss of shine covering the tips of pine needles soon fell dull due to a single Cotten cloud covering the sun's marvelous rays . Perfect , Kenny thought .
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" So once you boarded the bus leaving to California , Eric Cartman called you from your cellular phone and told you to bring seventeen grams of medical cannabis from west California to South Park , is this statement correct ."Leopold Stotch never let a single tear fall during his interrogation. His trust lied with his new friend Mysterion , and as far as he knew , this would make him very proud . " Yes sir ." The officer's judgmental stare adverted to Linda . " Miss Stotch you were unaware of your son boarding the bus to California , correct ?" Linda nodded .
" Yes officer ." All of the sudden a tall , brunette investigator busted through the door , then tapped the officer that was in the mist of interrogating Léopold and Linda . " Sir we received a call just five minutes ago from an anonymous caller , and he claimed he knew the location of Eric Cartman. If we're going to take action we must proceed right away !" The officer sighed . " One , The entire station could hear you. Two , I must complete this interrogation in order to take action ." Leopold fidgeted with his sweatshirt , fretting Eric would hunt him down after ratting him out to the law . " Aw to hell with it , call the squads , I'll be out in five minutes ." The investigator nodded , then bounded out of the interrogation room . " Anyways , I have to make this quick , sorry for being unprofessional . Leopold , you claimed that you fell unconscious because a rag tainted with chloroform was held to your nose and mouth . You also claimed that once you regained consciousness you were trapped inside of a wooden crate and that some how you ended up in a poverty struck area in Germany , during a life threatening blizzard , are these statements correct ?" " Yes officer , they are ." , Butters exclaimed anxiously . " Hey champ , there's no reason to feel scared , you did the right thing because who knows what this child could be capable of ." Butters smiled . " Thank you sir ." The investigator shook the hands of both Linda and Leopold Stotch . " Our squads with be sure to detain this perpetrator ." " Thank you officer ." Linda waved as she lead her son out of the police station . Even through all of the adrenaline pumping through his veins , Butters still felt as if the chain dragging the gigantic bolder behind him had finally been cut and it felt good .
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" That's it Cartman . Do you want me to list the names of those you've ridiculed ?" Kenny held his chin high in confidence , he could already hear the obnoxiously loud sirens of police cars . " God dammit Kinny ! I thought we were gonna play Call of Duty !" Kenny grunted . " Stan Marsh , Kyle Brofloski , Leopold St-" " SHUT UP !" , Cartman screeched . " That's what I thought . Now to make sure you fully understand the predicament you're in -" Before Kenny could finish his sentence , flashes of blue and red filled the room . " I made sure Butters told his story ." Cartman chuckled . " They'll never believe that wimpy fuck !" Kenny tilted his head in the direction of the police cars . " Let's just get to the point , shall we ?" Kenny pulled out a shiny , black revolver from his Parka . A wide smirk spread across his face . He gingerly lifted Cartman's hand and wrapped each finger , one at a time , around the firearm . " And to make sure your sentence is much longer , I brought this beauty . It's my father's and it has your finger prints on it . I guess you stole it , who knows ?" Kenny's clasp tightened around Cartman's hand , inching towards the trigger . " Thank you , you bastards ."
BANG . Blood painted the room in less than a second , an eerie void settled in the air . As Cartman gathered the courage to look down , he saw a smirk still spread across Kenny's face .
Sorry for the late update guys , I hope the long chapter can make up for it ! Anyways , I hope you enjoyed chapter three of Angel and I'll be back next week with a brand new update , I cannot confirm the date yet , but the chapter will be released before Friday . Thanks for reading and have an amazing weekend !
~ Dr.Meow Meow