A/N:Hey peoples its omg.u.killed.kenny and im back with a couple of more randoms!!
This is the first of 20 one shots I'm doing- you may have read this one before because it is posted on my fan fic but i wouldn't feel comfortable with out putting my very first one shot into a bunch of one shots written in my spare time and btw they wont all be this emotional!- so with out further ado- ENJOY! XD
Disclaimer: Nopes I don't own south park
Murderer
The empty streets of South Park were dark, Kyle waited with Stan and Kenny, all in a renewed silence, in one of the many alleyways of the quiet town. A fat figure approached them in the darkness.
"Bit weird to hold a meeting here" Stan muttered under his breath, but Kyle caught on to the words.
"Yeah Cartman. What the hell is going on? First you're quiet all day, then you won't speak to us at lunch, and finally you ask us out here in the middle of the night for some gay meeting? This isn't another stupid plan of yours is it?"
Cartman took a while to Respond before sighing, saying,
"Kyle if you really want to you can go home and I won't rip on you for it, its really just Stan I want to talk to."
Kyle Kenny and Stan all looked at each other amazed; did Cartman just use a whole sentence without making fun of Kyle's religion?
"OK fat ass, what's up?" Kenny asked his voice slightly muffled by his orange parka. Cartman took a deep breath and looked up at the blue sky when he spoke he sounded uneasy and mad, and he kept looking around his eyes shifting, he reminded Stan of a fat version of Tweak.
"I- I need to tell you all something, an-and I can't be seen or heard"
All of a sudden to the astonishment of Stan, Kenny and Kyle, Eric Cartman broke down into tears, he was shaking all over.
"Dude, what's wrong?" Kenny's muffled voice sounded over the tears.
"I-I just lost control, I didn't mean to Stan… I swear. She just kept calling me names and I was sick of everyone saying I'm fat"
"Didn't mean to what Cartman? Who were you with?" Stan was looking nonplussed; he knew who Cartman was speaking about, though it was impossible. It had to be.
"I-I was with Wendy"
"What did you do to Wendy, Eric?"
Cartman didn't answer,
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO HER?"
Cartman still didn't answer instead he took out a dry-blood stained knife with a shaky hand out of his pocket.
"Oh my God" Kyle quietly said, bewildered. He knew what Eric Cartman was capable of, but never thought he'd actually commit murder.
"YOU KILLED WENDY YOU BASTARD! I'LL KILL YOU! "
Kenny and Kyle looked at each other and together grabbed Stan just in time, restraining him. Cartman took a step back and suddenly his face shone brightly in the street light. It was pale white. It was filled with fear.
"Blood… everywhere… She-She just kept saying 'Stan', then her eyes were dead, they looked like glass-"
"SHUT UP!" Stan yelled. Then, without even thinking, Stan grabbed his pocket knife out of his jacket sleeve. Cartman fled.
"LET GO OF ME!"
He thrashed his knife through the air; it cut a slash across Kenny's arm. He let go of his grip on Stan Shrieking in pain. Kyle however, did not slacken his grip. Stan turned to his best friend, knowing even if he cut Kyle's arm, like he did Kenny's, he would not let go. Kenny was sprawled on the ground, cursing under his breath, holding his blood soaked arm.
"Let go Kyle, I don't want to kill you but I will to get to Cartman."
"Dude, I know you will, but I'm not letting my best friend become a murderer. He's gone. He'll have fled the country by tomorrow." Kyle's voice was shaking. Even If Stan plunged that knife into his heart right there and then, he would not let go of his best friend. Stan took a breath, and lowered his knife.
"But he can't get away with it. She was only sixteen." There was an urgent plea in his voice.
"I know that" Said Kyle bending down, he took his jacket of and wrapped it tightly around a whimpering Kenny's arm.
"But Eric Cartman is not worth the death sentence."
Stan knelt down next to Kenny.
"Man, I'm sorry."
"Hey I've had worse" Kenny said shrugging, and smiling slightly, despite his the pool of blood growing larger and darker where he lay.
As Eric Cartman ran off into the night, he was too preoccupied to notice the car zipping around the corner. He didn't even notice the learners sign flash in the streetlight. And Bebe Steven's thought the fat figure in the distance was a trick of the light. It wasn't until she struck Eric Cartman dead she noticed it wasn't. She shrieked and shock, and got out of her car, absent mindedly leaving the radio on playing Justin Timberlake's "What goes around comes around" playing.