"Attention. Attention please." Cartman spoke into a megaphone in the cafeteria. The noisy cafeteria made it hard for Cartman to be heard however slowly everyone dropped their convocations and was staring curiously at a passive Eric Cartman who stood on the head dinner table at the front. Kyle blinked up at him in bewilderment, what's the fat ass doing now?
Stan and Kenny glanced at Kyle questionably, who shrugged and went back to eating his fruit salad. Whatever the idiot had to say it probably won't be of much meaning.
"Well, I brought you all here today-" Cartman began, his voice clear and serious.
"Does he know we are in the cafeteria?" Stan asks confused, to himself. Kenny hushes him, wanting to know what Cartman has to say.
"- to bring to your attention a large and dangerous problem."
Kyle looked up, his curiosity getting the better of him. Silky soft whispers traveled around about what the problem may be, and why it would be dangerous. Kyle stared at the serious Cartman intently; he doubted this 'problem' was going to be anyway as serious as he was acting. As his classmates continued to exchange looks of confusion across the room Cartman continued.
"I know, I know. You all already know what this is going to be about because we've all seen it. My advice is not to worry, help will be at hand soon if I have anything to say about it."
Stan turned to Kyle wide eyed. "Do you have any idea what fat ass is on about?"
Kyle shrugged, shaking his head. His dumbfounded expression matched many others in the room, except Kyle knew that this was going to be stupid.
"Right," Cartman brought the attention back to himself, "Now that we are all on the same level of understanding of this problem, I would like to share with you all what I taught myself on how to handle these situations."
Everyone was silent as Cartman spoke. All equally as puzzled as what this 'problem' might be. The once loud chatty students were not quietly sat staring at Cartman who paced across the table he was standing on. Cartman knew what he was doing was right.
"I said to myself, what would Jesus do?" Cartman told his class mates, explaining his experiences with this 'problem'. Kyle's jaw dropped. Jesus?! Stan and Kyle glanced at each over with matching suspicion. Everyone else (especially Butters who was leaning in his seat towards Cartman) was feeding off everything he said.
What is going on? Kyle thought to himself, a little irritated that everyone was acting like Cartman was God showering his words of wisdom down on them. Kyle could guarantee this 'problem' will just be some stupid over dramatic idea Cartman has that will probably be offensive to more than one person.
"What would Jesus do?" Cartman repeated, "Well, I know. I know what Jesus would do – he'd take a stand and kick their ARSE'S!"
On the last word he stomped his foot onto the table which caused his audience to dramatically gasp and lean backwards into their seats.
Awh c'mon! Kyle thought angrily, Everyone knows Cartman is a dumb ass! Why are they taking what he is saying so seriously! It's going to be idiotic, he knew it!
"And you know why? Because Judas was one of them! And what did Judas do? He killed Jesus, that's what! The lying cheating bastard!"
Now Kyle was truly confused on what Cartman could possibly be ranting about. He was more annoyed at the fact he had managed to make his classmates putty in his hands. Goddammit!
"I'm talking about of course," Cartman continued, before pausing a brief second for the full dramatic impact. He had everyone – excluding Kyle of course. His eyes landed on the Jew and he smirked. Time to drop the bomb. "The Gingers."
Almost instantly Kyle exploded, slamming his hand on the dinner table he was sitting at, ceasing the muttering that had gone through the cafeteria like a wave when Cartman revealed the 'problem'. Cartman had to hide his victorious smirk as the Jew stood up, pushing his chair away from him and glaring violently at Cartman.
"FAT ASS! There's nothing wrong with ginger's you stupid son of a bitch!"
Cartman clasped his hands to his chest with his megaphone resting on his slightly chubby wrist through a piece of lace. He nodded as if sympathetic of the lack of Kyle's knowledge, understanding the effect it had on an already furious Kyle. He had to bite the insides of his cheeks to prevent laughing his arse off at him.
"Kahl, we all know that gingers have no souls. It's simple Science. Everyone evil is ginger."
Kyle's classmates nodded in agreement, under Cartman's spell after falling for his words. Kyle was seething, his eyes practically shooting venom at Cartman.
"Listen here fat ass – you know DAMN well that gingers have souls and you're only doing this because you don't like me!"
"Oh, but Kahl, don't you see." Cartman smiled, making it look innocent for his audience, but to Kyle a sarcastic cynical twisted one instead. Kyle growled under his breath. "How angry you are right now? Heavy breathing, glaring eyes, clenched fists and a threatening stance. And let's not forget your fiery red hair. You're showing signs of a mentally insane evil person."
Kyle was ready to launch onto Cartman and knock that stupid sarcastic smirk off his face but he was better than that. He had morals, unlike that dumb ass, and so instead he breathed in and out in order to calm himself down. He will resolve this with a sensible and peaceful appearance.
He glanced over at Stan in plea for him to stand up for him. Stan sighed heavily, before standing up as well across from Kyle. Everyone's eyes glanced between Kyle and Stan and Cartman like it was a show down.
"C'mon Cartman." Stan tried to reason, "Kyle may be ginger but he's probably one with a soul. We all know that he wouldn't hurt anyone."
Kyle at first nodded his head fiercely in agreement, before Stan's words actually sunk into his mind. His attention turned to Stan.
"Dude, what the fuck?" Kyle exclaimed almost in disbelief of his best friend, "You actually believe in the 'Gingers-have-no-soul' crap Cartman is saying!"
Stan shrugged uneasily, glancing at Kenny who distracted himself with his half eaten sandwich. Stan licked his lips. "Well, surprisingly he does have a point."
"WHAT!?" Kyle barked, "Are you serious?" Stan looked down bashfully, unable to meet Kyle's steely gaze. His eyes swiftly moved to the rest of his class mates who all averted their eyes or stared at him in new light as if he was the evil man Cartman was bull shitting about. Finally, his eyes met the chocolate brown ones of the monster that started it. He glared with as much hatred as he could muster. "You fucking lunatic! Tell everyone you're making it up!"
Cartman bat his eyes innocently, "But Kahl, why would I ever make up something as serious as this?"
Kyle clenched his teeth, and once more he looked at Stan for support who flailed his arms helplessly, unable to make a decision of whose side he is on. Eventually Kyle had enough.
"FINE." He growled, grabbing his rucksack and swinging it over his shoulder, "Fine. I mean, you've known me for years and I guess I didn't think one word from this unreliable racist fat ass would make you suddenly think I'm some sort of ginger demon but whatever fine. Be that way."
Pushing through the tables and chairs he stormed towards the exit of the cafeteria. He was livid – so angry that he knew if he looked up and saw that victorious smug smirk on that stupid racist he would probably attack him. He clenched and unclenched his fists, just wanting to get out the room. But before he could reach the doors Cartman was there, standing in front of them. Kyle's face heated in anger.
"Cartman. Back. The. Fuck. Out. The. Way." Kyle managed to say in a shaky voice, trying his best to keep calm. Cartman smirked at him, batting his eyes in his stupid fucking mock innocent way. Kyle knew that if he reacted in any violent way Cartman would just use it as more evidence against him and his ginger locks. So he just needs to suck it up.
"I'm sorry Kahl, but I can't let you leave."
"Why?" Kyle questioned coldly. Cartman opened his arms wide.
"Why Kahl, you're just not safe for the public. We'll just be as big of a monster as you if we let you out."
Just count to ten, Kyle tried to calm himself down in order not to punch Cartman unconscious. He can imagine it clearly in his mind, grabbing Cartman's head and throwing it into the metal door. Smashing his face so hard that his teeth knock out and he's pleading with him to let go. Kyle held onto these imaginary images in order to say what he said next without blowing a fuse.
"Cartman." Suck it up Kyle! "Please move out of my way. I would be grateful if you did as I want to get to my next class."
"Kahl I am afraid I'm not allowing you to leave this room."
Kyle's eyes turned to slits. "I will fucking beat you till you bleed to death if you do not move from the doors right now you Nazi fat ass."
Cartman clicked his tongue, and smiled sympathetically however Kyle could see the evil gleam in his eyes which told him Cartman knew exactly what he was doing. "Look at you Kahl. Being taken over by your red devilish hair. He's getting angrier." Cartman's voice raises, no need to use the megaphone when everyone's attention was on us anyway, "I think we should lock him in the storage cupboard before he explodes."
Kyle's face dropped. No fucking way.
"Lock him in the storage cupboard," Stan said, his eyebrows furrowed. "That's seems a little harsh. It's Kyle after all I doubt he'll hurt anyone."
"Yeah…" Kenny agreed, chiming in too. "Cartman don't you think your taking this too far?"
"Too far? Guy's I know how lethal Kahl can be."
"To be fair, Cartman." Token said carefully, "I've never seen Kyle do anything evil."
A few other of his class mates murmured in agreement.
That's because I'm not! Kyle wanted to scream at his fellow class mates for believing in Cartman's shit but managed to control his temper and let his class decide between them what to do. He'll stand up for himself if things get out of hand.
Cartman's face was getting a little red as he was losing some of his supporters. "Kahl is evil, GODAMMIT!" Cartman paused, regaining back his calm act. "Do you even know what type of ginger Kahl is?"
The class exchanged curious looks, including Kyle. I wonder what other bullshit Cartman will make up, Kyle thought a little apprehensively.
"He's the worst of them all. The same Judas was. He's a Jew Ginger."
Everyone around Kyle gasped while he stomped his foot on the ground after finally being pushed over the edge.
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?" He screamed, pointing a finger at Cartman, "You fucking asshole! Stop ripping on me for being ginger and Jewish – it's not funny fat ass!"
"No, no it is not." Cartman said solemnly, however he needed to jab his nails deep in his skin in order not to lose it and burst out in laughter, "You being cursed with ginger hair and Jewish blood is not a laughing matter at all."
It was silent for a moment.
"So who wants to help me shove Kahl in the storage cupboard?"
"FUCK YOU CARTMAN! No one is locking me in a cupboard fat ass!" Kyle snarled determined, "Now moves the hell out of my way I'm leaving for my next class!"
When Cartman shook his head and nobody stood up for him Kyle took a few strides towards Cartman till he was a few inches away. Cartman took this as his cue. "GUYS! Guys! Someone help me he's lost control! HE'S GOING TO KILL US ALL – Quick!"
Before Kyle could protest against that unfair ridiculous comment, hands wrapped around Kyle's arms and pulled him away from Cartman. He squirmed in them, wanting to get out of their locked hands and get the hell out of the cafeteria. The bell was about to ring soon! He decided to voice out his thoughts.
"Guys this is so stupid! The bells about to ring we are going to be late for class!"
"Yeah," Kyle was relieved to hear Stan's voice. Kyle's best buddy would always come to save him. "Cartman your being a bit of a dick, Kyle has never really hurt anyone."
"Yeah!" Kyle agreed, "This is totally unnecessary."
He continued to struggle out of the hands of Butters, Clyde and Craig who held their iron grips steadily. Kyle sighed, getting tired already of Cartman's antics. Cartman could see that his prey was weakening …but so was his supporters. The sooner the Jew Ginger was in the cupboard it will be fine.
"C'mon boys! Get him in the cupboard before he attacks you too!" Cartman ordered and although people around him look a little distressed now about Kyle going in the cupboard nobody said anything.
"Dude, I really think you're taking this too far." Stan commented, protesting about Kyle going into the cupboard. He walked nearer to Kyle in order to try and save him.
Cartman glared at the hippie angrily, "Stan, stay OUT of this! Unless you're secretly one of them too!"
Stan, not wanting the same treatment as his friend argued back, "No, no of course not…but I don't think Kyle is evil. C'mon you all must know that too." Stan addressed his classmates who all shrugged uncomfortably.
"I guess…" Wendy muttered. Bebe who had her arms linked with Wendy agreeing as well with a supporting nod of the head. "But he did go pretty wacko when Cartman outed him for being a ginger."
Kyle's face burned. "Well, yeah! He's always ripping on me for being ginger for no reason!"
Cartman thought he was losing control of his classmates and he didn't like it. "The reason is to protect you guys from the dangerous ginger – now shove him in the cupboard!"
Craig, Clyde and Butters now unsure whether this was the right thing to do hesitated, but with one confident glare from Cartman began to drag Kyle to the cupboard at the back end of the cafeteria.
"FUCK YOU CARTMAN!" Kyle bellowed into the cafeteria as he struggled desperately to get out of their grips. They were seriously going to lock him in the cupboard? Lessons were starting soon! They can't just shove him in there! "MAKE THEM LET GO OF ME ASSHOLE!"
Kyle heard Stan demanding them to let him down and arguing with Cartman but his main priority was how to get out of this stupid situation. He was still boiling with anger – There was nothing wrong with Gingers! Or being Jewish! Fat ass Nazi thinking he can just discriminate against him. It wasn't right!
The rants in his head didn't stop Kyle from being shoved into the small storage cupboard however. Kyle went to storm out angrily of the cupboard, in disbelief that he was actually in this situation.
"CARTMAN I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL Y-"
The door of the storage cupboard slammed shut in his face and Kyle was left in darkness. He stood there for a moment, frozen, unable to actually accept that twenty minutes ago he was fine eating his fruit salad with his mates and now he was in here, people fearing he was some ginger devil. What the fuck!?
They can't just leave him in here! The bell was about to ring – he needed to get to his English class! Fucking Cartman! Kyle edged nearer to the door in the darkness, hoping that maybe they didn't lock it. His hand reaching for the handle he cursed realizing that they did. He slowly slid down the door on his back, sitting down leaning on it when he got to the ground.
How can I love someone who puts me in fucking cupboards? Stupid racist pig.
"Cartman let Kyle out of there! He's done nothing wrong!"
Kyle sat up straight, pressing his head against the door. He could hear what was going on. Yes, it was muffled but at least he'll be able to know what is happening outside this goddamn crowded dark cupboard.
"Stan! Don't you dare unlock that cupboard! Kahl is a threat to society! Have you seen how red his hair is? Not to mention he's a good for nothing Jew! I wouldn't be surprised if he turned out to be the leader of his evil Ginger cult!"
Kyle cursed under his breath, his face screwing up in anger at the spiteful things Cartman was saying.
"Cartman, you're only saying these things because YOU don't like Kyle! Kyle has a soul, other ginger's might not, but he has!"
Kyle decided to let it slip that his friend had still bought into the whole no soul crap. At least he was standing up for him, something he can't say for his other friends.
"I agree with Stan, Cartman." Kenny voiced out, but he must have been standing further away as Kyle had to strain his ears to hear what he was saying. "Kyle isn't evil."
"This is what I get for trying to protect you guys!" Kyle heard Cartman exclaim and he rolled his eyes irritably. Why does Cartman have to be such an asshole all the time?
Suddenly the shrill of the bell could be heard, loud and clear even in the cupboard. Kyle rattled the handle in order to get out as he heard people shuffling past. What?! They can't just leave him in here! What the fuck!?
Angered by just being abandoned he slammed himself onto the door.
"Hey guys! Let me out! Jokes over!" When he only heard passing voices he started to panic. "STAN!? KENNY!? TOKEN?! LET ME OUT NOW! PLEASE!"
Kyle paused for a minute. No answer.
You have to be fucking kidding me! Kyle thought angrily, his hands clenched by his sides. "GUYS GET ME OUT!"
He waited for a moment and he thought he could here distant chanting and yells but he couldn't have been sure. After five minutes they stopped and Kyle slumped himself against the door again.
The storage cupboard was a tiny space, with a load of useless crap on shelves and boxes dotted around. Kyle couldn't sit comfortably, there was always something jabbing into his body, he realized. It was especially difficult with the room being so dark. He had tried searching for a light switch or a lamp but it seemed there was none. There must be a light switch outside, thought Kyle logically, and a little frustrated that he couldn't reach it from inside here.
He worked out that about two boys at the most could fit in here and even that would be a rather tight squeeze. They'd be practically sat on top of each over and have nemourous things poking into their sides. Not that anyone was going to come in the cupboard with him, Kyle thought.
When will Cartman let him out?
The question brought worry to Kyle and he wrapped his arms around his knees biting his lips. He was already getting a little claustrophobic and the whole situation gave him a tiny bit of fear. He had presumed Cartman would let him out at the end of the day, but who knows? Cartman hated his red headed Jewish self and Kyle wouldn't be surprised if he left him there. Kyle let out a tiny whimper at the thought of being left here by himself. He didn't like to think of himself as weak but the Jewish boy really didn't like it in this tight enclosed space and wanted to get out.
"It'll be fine." He muttered to himself, trying to soothe his rising panic, "Stan and Kenny will let me out. They wouldn't just leave me here."
Kyle let out another shuddering breath, playing with his fingers. I wonder what time it is? How many more minutes it is till he's allowed out. If anybody comes at all.
Starting to freak himself out, he wrapped his arms tightly around his legs brought it to him so he ended up being curled into a little ball.
"Stay calm." He murmured, "Even if they didn't let you out the cleaners will. They must be some cleaning supplies in here they use after school."
Oh what was he kidding, this school didn't have cleaners!
It was then that the cupboard door was thrust open, letting light pool in the dusty cupboard. Kyle yelped in fear, jumping back as he did so and landing onto a box of pencils. A immature annoying laugh above him told Kyle it was the brown eyes little monster himself.
"Well, well Kahl I see you've made yourself at home."
~First attempt at a story so please don't leave too much hurtful comments and if you read this and enjoyed it, which I doubt you have done, thank you SO much :D~