Summary: A somewhat twisted version of Romeo and Juliet, South Park style!
Warnings: Grotesque scenes, violence, slash
Parings: Cartman/Kyle
Disclaimer: I don't own South Park or any of its characters (Though I wish I did).
Twisted Thorns
Cartman clutched the rifle he had used to kill Kyle's mother to his breast as he stared, wide-eyed at the sight in front of him. For there was Kyle, the very God of his dreams, standing over the bloody mess that had been his Mother/Father. And never had he seen him so beautiful. Snow white skin splattered with crimson drops, equally crimson hair long and curly, and green eyes hardened into emeralds.
"Kyle," Cartman gasped through numb lips. Kyle continued to stare at him, as still as a statue, until he finally smiled.
"Now we are even my love," whispered Kyle, spitting out the last word like it was poison. Cartman reeled backwards, his knees almost giving out. Kyle watched his reaction with amusement in his eyes and slowly he began slinking his way forward, the dagger swinging in his hand. It was Cartman's turn to watch him as he stepped in front of him, the dagger suddenly at his throat.
"What now?" Kyle asked him. Cartman answered immediately with a kiss to Kyle's lips, the dagger just slightly biting into his skin. Then he drew back to see the hardness leave Kyle's eyes and a light replace it.
"I love you," Cartman told him softly. Kyle's smile widened but then he lost it to a look of surprise as a bullet went through his abdomen. Slowly and almost endlessly he fell until finally his quickly paling body hit the floor. And there he laid, unmoving, his widened eyes still upon Cartman's face. And Cartman stared down at him, though only for a moment, before bringing the bloody muzzle of the rifle into his mouth.