Disclaimer -- I do not own them but it doesn't seem to stop me.
Rating -- T : Violence, blood, coarse language, and sexuality.
Pairing : Cartman/Kyle
Chapter one
A group above fifty men was sitting in a big dinning crappy room. The nauseating smell of their sweat fled into the stale air. Tensed like a rope, the Jews were silent. They looked at their repugnant plate, completely afraid to lift their pitiful eyes. A man in a neat Nazi uniform was yelling at us, launching shit at our tormented ears. My heart jumped like hell in my chest when the monster took fiercely one of my forced companion by the arm. He threw him on the abject ground before kicking him in the ribs with force. He took a metal stick from his belt and started ripping him without any pity. The young boy tried not to cry, in vain. At every strike, I sensed all the men startling. A smile on his face, his hairs messed up, the Nazi stopped the torture.
"I fucking hate all of you! I wish I could kill all of your kind right away! You Jew Rats!"
He took his gun and shot the crying children strait in the head. I blocked my ears with my hands and closed firmly my wet eyes. There was nothing I could do. There was completely nothing I… could do.
Every day was identical. I woke up, ate, worked outside, ate again and slept. Every day, I was doing the same thing like a robot. I did not complained about it. It was how real life worked, no? Anyway, I had no choice; I was simply a Jew, living in that fucking weird world populated by humans. To be honest, working without getting paid did not annoyed me. But I had enough about the working conditions. They were always pressuring us. They were hitting us like dogs and made fun of what we were. But again, I was able to support this. The only thing I was not able to accustom, was the fact that they were doing all this with no valuable reason. They beat
us, not because we were bad workers or because we made trouble in the line. They did because we were simply Jews. That meant there was no logical reason to this bloodshed.
Sat in the middle of the table, I ate silently my hideous plate. I didn't know why our guard was not there as his usual, but I thought it was better this way. He was a hateful guy and only smiled when he was torturing us. My brother shook my shoulder.
"Kyle, I think our cousin Kyle does not feel good."
I lifted my eyes where my cousin was. His face was pale and it had some purple spots below his cheeks. His head suddenly fell on the table with roar. I rapidly stretched my arm to shake him.
"Hey! Kyle! It's not the moment for that, you'll be grounded…"
But there was no answer. A man with a scare on his nose heighten his shoulder with indifference.
"He is dead, " he threw.
My face changed into an expression of horror. But before I could do anything, I heard hoarse screams. Everybody turned their head toward the main door.
"That's outrageous! You know that I'm not with them!"
"Shut the fuck up, Cartman! It's too late for to explain yourself!"
"Fucking Jew! I hate them and they hate me! Why would I help their kind! Tell Me!"
"It's too late!"
The door fiercely opened. But no one entered.
"Pass the door, Cartman."
"Certainly not! I want to talk to the General Berschlag right now !"
"That's my last warning."
"A warning of what? You're gonna hit me with your stick, me, another Nazi? Fine, do it. When I'll be able to talk with the General Berschlag, I'll mention you as a freak bastard!"
The man sighed. We heard a hurtful scream, then a darn. A fat man angrily entered the room. His hairs were messy and his face was red of anger. The superior of our guard said a last thing to the new prisoner before staring at us nastily. He shook his head and left. Cartman stood there, saying nothing. His position, the chin high, the back strait like a bar and his hands behind him… He was not a simple German. I could see in his eyes the hatred and the outrage. I could felt he was once a very important person. When he finally decided to look down, he stared at each of us with disgust. Our eyes met. I supported his hazel gaze, no emotion on my face. His eyebrow furiously frown; like if my doing was the worst thing I could do in the world. Some footsteps were heard and our guard showed up. Whipped by the reality, I stared to my plate, scared to be caught.
"I had to see it to believe it," he said with amusement. "THE Eric Theodore Cartman stuck in MY camp. I heard about your desecrate. It sure was not a clever idea of yours."
"Like I've already said, I'm not the man you are searching for," grumbled the fat Nazi."
"They all says this."
"Let me talk with the General Berschlag, I want to go home soon as possible," he replied with calm. "I have a lot of work to do."
"Fuck the good manners and the puppy eyes, Cartman! Everybody knows what you've done and you… will pay! You'll be treated like all the other Jews. If I was you, I would rapidly learn how to be a good one! Because you are gonna die fast. Now, I never want to cross your gaze again. Never!"
But the new prisoner did not set aside his strong pride and stared at the guard with no intention of retreat. We heard a little laugh. I lifted subtly my head to see what was going on. I saw the smirk of the guard. I swallowed noisily and my heart started to beat faster. The face of Eric became pale at the cold expression of is opponent. The guard took his metal stick and suddenly attacked the other one. Blood and cries sullied the big room. Each of them was fighting for their own pride. It was a long battle with only one winner…
End of first chapter
What will be the reaction of Eric and Kyle when they'll first talk to each other?