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Have you ever done something wrong? Of course you have! Nobody ain't perfect, and you're bullshitting yourself if you say you are. But how far would you go to keep this thing a secret? Would you break the boundries of moral values or the law? Would you even go through death to keep this a secret? Well here is a story that involves all of that I just said. Here is a story that will push to the limits of friendship, trust, and the human mind. So here it is to you in all of it's insanity and chaos.A note is that at the end of every part a phrase will be underlined, that'll be the title of the next part. Here it is and yes it does involve Rough Play
SHOT HEARD ROUND THE TOWN
PART I: ROUGH PLAY
The sun was beaming. It was a picture perfect day in a little mountain town. South Park, Colorado was quiet and had that charm you can't find in New York or LA. It had a small businesses dotting their main street with everything that one Wall-Mart had. It was a place that was up to date and stuck in the past, nothing was going on and it was at a slow pace so that it'll only take you about 20 minutes to catch up. But on this sunny day, things would change for the worst. Not only would lives be lost, but this little mountain town would be filled to the crack with chaos, insanity, and violence...
It was 2:30 so that meant that school was out by now. We slowly see a yellow building come into our view. It had the words "SOUTH PARK ELEMENTARY" writen in black on it's front. Then at the sound of the bell the doors open and little bastards... I mean children storm outside to get home. We zoom in on a 3 boys walking at a slow pace towards there houses.
One of them was wearing a brown jacket with red gloves and a blue hat with a red puff ball at the top. He was talking with another boy with a orange jacket with green gloves and a green floppy ear hat. And he was arguing with a chubby, no fat kid with a red jacket yellow gloves and a light blue hat.
"Give me my damn money Kyle! You lost!" said the chubby kid directed toward the one with the green hat now known as Kyle.
"Hell no Cartman! I ain't lose, they didn't even play yet!" said Kyle back toward the chubby kid now identified as Cartman.
The kid in the puff ball hat just sighed and continued walking. They was talking about the upcoming football game this sunday.
"The Broncos are going to the Super Bowl!" yelled Kyle "Isn't that right Stan!"
"Yea. I guess so." said the kid in the puff ball hat now realized as Stan.
"Hell no!" It's going to be the Patriots!" said Cartman "Jew boy and the hippie don't want to face the facts!"
"You wanna double it up?" said Kyle "How about the other game?"
"Colts over Steelers" said Cartman "20 bucks, 10 for the first and 10 for the second"
"Deal!" said Kyle.
"Come on hippie and jew! I have a shortcut!" yelled Cartman running through an empty field.
"Well we better hurry up because Terrance & Philip is coming on!" said Stan running towards Cartman now stopped in his tracks. Kyle who is all alone in the street runs toward them.
When he reached the field which is actually the baseball field covered in snow. He sees Cartman and Stan starring at the ground.
"What are they starring at?" Kyle asked himself.
He then realized what they were starring at. There was a small silver object in the snow. It was twinkling from the suns reflection.
"Kyle, you pick it up" said Stan
"Hell no what about you fatass?" replied Kyle.
"Ay! I'm not fat! I'm big boned" said Cartman who reached for the object.
He then pulled it out little by little until it was out fully. It was a gun. A beautiful silver revolver. It was actually a Smith & Wesson 629. It was stainless steel that was beaming with the glow from the sun.
"Cooooool" said Cartman almost hypnotized by the beauty of the gun.
"Let me see" said Stan.
He took off his gloves to feel what it was like. When he touched it it felt cold. A good cold. He had all that power in his hands, that was a really good cold.
"How about you Kyle?" asked Stan
"Hell no, i'm no touching that thing" said Kyle trying to look away.
"I knew you was a little pussy!" said Cartman who by then took off his gloves and snatched the gun away from Stan and was holding it looking at the detail.
"I'm not a pussy! I don't want to touch it!" yelled Kyle.
"Come on, this is the coolest thing ever man!" said Stan "Just touch it at least"
"Al...alright, i'll touch it" sighed Kyle.
"With you're gloves off" said Cartman "Or you're the biggest bitch in the universe"
"Fine! I'm doing it, damn" yelled Kyle.
He took off his gloves and touched the barrel. It was a people killer, but it felt good. But they failed to realize about the someone who was starring at them fom the back. It was a boy with a blue jacket a blue floppy ear hat with a yellow puff ball at the top.
"Oooooooo!" said this mystery boy "You guys in trouble!"
They all turned around to see this boy starring right at them and the gun.
"Ccc...Craig?" said Stan "What aaa-are you doing here?"
"Just walkin' home, but I see you got a WMD in your hands" said Craig "I think as a American I should go right up to Principle... wait no. The Police and say..."
"Wait, don't do that!" said Cartman "Don't be a fuckin' snitch!"
"What should keep me from doing that?" said Craig with a sneer look that he has them by the balls and can ask for anything.
"Anything man!" said Kyle "What do you want!"
"Let's see..." said Craig with his hand on his chin "Hmmmm, how about 50 dollars"
"Fiddy!" yelled Cartman "Kiss my ass!"
"Well, I say that it was nice talking to you" said Craig "It'll be the last time, you'll be in jail getting ass-raped or worst... grounded for the rest of you lives"
At that moment he took off running for the road. The police station was down the street. Theyhad to stop him or hell was going to come.
"Do something!" yelled Kyle "I can't get grounded!"
"Alright!" said Cartman "Stop right there muthafucka!"
He then pulled the trigger. It was like in slow motion. The bullet came out of the chamber and was speeding toward Craig, it was inching closer and closer until it hit him... square in the ass.
He fell foward into the ground some blood around him. He was clutching his now injured ass in pain.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR!" snapped Craig "THAT SHIT HURT!"
"You shoulda never ran, bitch" said Cartman
Cartman was still holding the gun. Barrel smoking. He was pretty good at his aim, he must have got better from that time he was at that Chinese Mafia mansion. But that's a different story.
"Oh...my god." quipped Stan "You shot s-somebody."
"What the hell Cartman!" said Kyle "Now we're going to get in trouble!"
"No were not" sighed Cartman holding the gun by the trigger "We...we have to kill him"
"WHAT!" yelled Kyle.
"We shot him, he'll run his mouth off. We have to do it" said Cartman
"What's this we?" said Stan "I ain't do shit!"
"You have to shoot him, we all have to have a turn" said Cartman.
"We can't trust you!" said Kyle "What about the time we TP our teachers house! You told the cops!"
"This is different" said Cartman "All our prints are on the gun"
"Just wipe them down!" said Stan
"It'll have DNA, duh!" said Cartman "I learned that from some crappy tv show on CBS"
"No i'm not doing it" said Stan
As he turned to walk away he felt something press the back of head. It was Cartman holding the gun right at his head.
"This isn't an option" said Cartman "You must shoot him, do it for the team"
"Don't do it Stan!" yelled Kyle.
"Shut up Kyle! I have five more bullets and I can find a helluva lot more!" said Cartman "Now do you want to have you're brains on this field or you gonna shoot him?"
"Okay...okay!" said Stan.
He walked up to Craig who was still there, immobilized because of his wound. He then took a big breath and shot Craig right in the arm.
"AHHHHH!" yelled Craig in pain.
"Now Kyle it's your turn, you have to finish him off" said Cartman handing the gun off to Kyle.
"Never!" yelled Kyle "I'll never...
He went off track when Cartman put the gun in his mouth.
"You have to do it Kyle" said Cartman "Cap him... or i'll cap YOU"
He then reached into Craig's bookbag on his back and got out a switchblade.
"Craig likes to have a little protection with him that's good, but this i'll help" said Cartman who then pointed to Kyle's neck with his free hand "Don't try to run. I know were you live"
With a gun pointed in his mouth and a knife at his throat. He had to do it. Cartman for at least the time wasn't playing around. He could have killed Kyle like that. But he wanted Kyle to pull the trigger.
"Al-al-alright" said Kyle.
He then got the gun out of his mouth and walked up to Craig and pointed the gun at him. Kyle and Craig were looking eye to eye and Craig then said...
"Screw you, screw you all" said Craig who now had his middle finger up towards Kyle "Either way you're gonna get it. YOUR ALL GONNA GET IT! All of yo..."
Kyle then at that moment pulled the trigger. He shot him in the chest. He saw the bullet enter his chest, blood was squirting out of the wound. He then looked at Craig who was pale and was looking straight at him.
"S-s-screw you" said Craig who had his middle finger up again "Screw..."
That was the last thing he said. He had died right there in the middle of the baseball field with his middle finger up and his eyes rolled back into his head.
"What... what have I done?" said a distraught Kyle with his hand still with the gun in it shaking.
Cartman then pulled the gun from his grasp and said "Well done Kyle, you do have balls"
Then the boys heard a faint siren in the distance. It was the police, someone must have called them when they heard the last shot.
"It's t-time to leave, man" said Stan "Bail!"
He then ran towards the street followed by Cartman.
"Come on!" yelled Stan "Let's go!"
Kyle was just starring at Craig's lifeless body.
"What have I done?" he thought "I killed him"
He was pulled out of it by Stan tugging him towards the street.
"He's dead!" said Stan "Let's go!"
They then both took off running. Kyle still looking over his shoulder.
"Come on, fags!" said Cartman.
They all met at the Clubhouse in Stan's backyard. Stan and Kyle were shaking with Kyle being worst. Meanwhile Cartman with the gun in his jacket was perfectly fine.
"We done it now" said Stan "Were going to be in jail for the rest of our lives".
"WHAT!" yelled Kyle "I can't go to jail! I have too much to live for!"
"QUIET!"
Cartman who was frustrated pointed the gun at them both. He had a look on his face that he wasn't screwing around.
"We won't get caught if you guys don't say anything, isn't that right Stan?"
Cartman was giving Stan a hard stare. "I won't say anything" said Stan.
"Kyle?"
"Sure"
"I don't want a sure" said Cartman inching up to Kyle "I want a yes"
"Y-y-ye-ye"
Cartman snapped and put the gun right in his face, finger on trigger and everything.
"YES!"
"Alright" said Cartman "We have to get home. I'll take this with me. I'll see you guys tommorrow"
With that Cartman put the gun in his jacket and climbed down from the treehouse. He then peeked back up and had his finger over his mouth and the gun in his other hand.
"Shhh"
He then climbed back down. Kyle then went near the edge to climb down and go home.
"Be careful Kyle" said Stan
"It's going to be a long night"
He then proceeded to climb down and run home. Stan was left in his treehouse all alone. But then the silence was broken when his father opened the sliding door and looked up.
"Stan! Where have you been" he asked.
"Up here"
'Okay, come in. It's dinnertime" he said.
He then went back in. Stan climbed down the ladder and was walking towards his house. He then paused and looked at his hands. This was a day of many firsts. The first day he ever saw a gun, held a gun, shot somebody, and seen somebody die. He then looked through the sliding door and seen his mother, father, and sister Shelly gathering at the table.
"It's going to be a long night" he thought.
With that he went inside his house and sat down to eat with his family.
We fast forward a couple of hours. It was the usual. Stan getting abused by his older sister Shelly and his parents not believing a word of it. It was close to his bedtime so he went upstairs from his living room and got ready to go to sleep. He did his usual routine, brushing his teeth, washing his face in all. As he got ready to go to bed his grandfather came by his room. His grandfather was wheelchair bound so it was not known how he got up those stairs.
"Grandpa" said Stan.
"Yeah. What do ya want?" said his grandfather coming into the room.
"What happens if you kill somebody and lie about it?" said Stan.
"You're goin' to hell" said the grandfather "Or. You could become a spirit not welcomed in heaven or hell and you're just here forever and can't do nothing because their not ghosts. Just spirits. But I don't belive that shit. Why would want to you know that? You kill anybody?"
"No, just wanted to know" said Stan "Good night"
"Yeah, yeah"
After he said that he turned of the lights closed the door and went downstairs. There was a loud crash which was him falling down the stairs out of his wheelchair. He then spewed off a list of profanities. Some not even discovered yet. But Stan was tired. Fatally shooting someone can take a lot out of you. He was starring out his window at the moon and mountains. He then drifted off to sleep. He was in one of those dreams, those Bad Dreams.