Hello everyone, this is my first post. Note that since this is my first one, it's bound to have mistakes in it, but that's what writing is for, learning from them.

This is a bit of South Park fanfiction that I have written.

Note that this is a fan continuation of the episode Ginger Cow, which aired last November. I did not like that episode at all, and Kyle being my favorite character only made it worse.

This is the first chapter of a story that will focus on Kyle after the events of Ginger Cow.

And like I said, this is my first one, so it's probably not my best effort, but it's good all the same.

KYLE BROFLOVSKI: BROKEN SPIRITED

A broken-spirited Kyle Broflovski stood alone, staring into empty space, with whipped-cream all over his face, and having just been abused by Eric Cartman, who had just gotten away with a prank that he had pulled, and with torturing Kyle. Kyle wiped his face off as his eyes began to water.

"I can't believe it," he said in a voice that was becoming a scream. "I can't believe that I put up with Cartman's abuse for nothing, NOTHING!"

Kyle decided what to do next, he was going to go home and apologize to his mother for insulting her earlier, although it was done because Cartman had blackmailed Kyle into doing it. Wiping his eyes, Kyle swallowed and then began to head home to set things right with his mother. On the way, Kyle was thinking to himself about what he was going to be doing about Cartman.

"That fatass has gone too far," he thought to himself, "He's really going to get it, I swear it!"

But it wasn't getting back at Cartman that Kyle was thinking about; he was worried as to whether or not his mother would still love him after he had insulted her. As he walked home, the words that Kyle had used to insult his mother kept ringing in his head. "You're a fat skank, and your tits belong in a morgue." The more that Kyle walked, the more the words rang. The more the words rang, the more it tormented him. As he walked through town, Kyle became more depressed as he thought more about everything that Cartman had done to him recently. Cartman always targeted Kyle due to the latter's Jewish faith, but what Cartman had recently done to Kyle was among the worst things that ever could have happened to Kyle.

It wasn't long before Kyle reached his home. Clearing his throat, he opened the door and went inside. Kyle's mother, Sheila Broflovski was sitting in the living room, when her son walked in, barely holding back tears.

"Mom," Kyle said sheepishly. "I want to say something…"

Sheila looked up.

"What Kyle?" she asked.

"I'm sorry," replied Kyle. "I'm sorry for insulting you earlier; I didn't mean too, I'm sorry!"

Unable to control himself any longer, Kyle broke down and collapsed to the floor, sobbing his eyes out. Sheila was concerned.

"Bubbe," she said. "What's wrong, why are you crying?"

She tried to get him to stop crying, but he wouldn't, until finally, Kyle lifted his head up and looked at his mother.

"It's Cartman," he cried. "He blackmailed me into doing it, oh mom I'm so sorry!"

Kyle buried his face into Shelia's arm and continued crying, just then, Kyle's father, Gerald, and his little brother Ike entered the room.

"What's wrong Kyle?" asked a stunned Gerald.

Sheila looked over her husband.

"Wait Gerald," she said. "I'm busy at the moment."

Gerald and Ike stood watching as Sheila was trying to get her son to calm down.

"Oh, Kyle," Shelia said as she rubbed her son's back in an attempt to comfort him. "Don't worry about the earlier insult, now what's wrong?"

Kyle looked up.

"Cartman forced me to suck farts in order to maintain peace in the Middle East," he sniffed. "Then he forced me to insult you, saying that if I did, peace would be maintained, but it was all just a stupid prank that he was pulling, so everything I did was all for NOTHING!"

Shelia continued comforting her son when it was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"I'll get it," said Gerald as he walked towards the door.

Gerald opened the door, and there stood two of Kyle's friends, Stan Marsh and Kenny McCormick.

"Mr. Broflovski," said Stan. "Can we speak to Kyle?"

Gerald looked back at the living room listening to Kyle's cries, and then looked at the boys.

"No," he replied.

"But we need to see him, it's very important!" Stan protested.

"Yes it is!" said Kenny with his voice muffled by his parka.

"Sorry, but I'm afraid you can't," Gerald said. "It doesn't look like he's in good enough of a state to see anybody."

Stan and Kenny were beginning to leave when…

"Dad!" Kyle yelled from the other room. "Let them in, they can come in!"

Kenny and Stan entered the house and went straight to the living room, where Kyle was still crying on his mother's shoulder.

"Kyle, Kyle!" Stan said.

Upon hearing Stan's voice, Kyle raised his head; his eyes were red from crying.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"I've come to apologize," Stan replied. "Apologize for being a dick to you for the recent events."

Kyle wiped his eyes and walked over to his best friend.

"Don't be sorry Stan," said Kyle. "If you want to be angry, be angry at Cartman, he blackmailed me into doing it!"

Stan gave Kyle a hug, while Kenny gave Kyle a pat on the back.

"We know now too," Stan said. "Cartman was just pulling a stupid prank."

"Wait a minute, wait a minute." Gerald interrupted. "What's all going on here, I don't quite understand this."

"It's a long story," said Kyle, "I probably won't have time to explain it all tonight.

"No you will," said Stan. "Our parents gave us permission to stay over with you as long as we want."

Kyle wiped his eyes again.

"Okay everyone," he said in a flat voice "Sit down and listen to what I have to say."

To be continued…