I'm No Guardian Angel

"Karen?" I spoke through the silence. Her bed was messed up. Clothes were scatted across the floor. The window was wide open, it was always closed. Karen's doll was lying on the dusty, old pink dresser. She always took it with her. Something was wrong. 'I think someone took her. But who, who would take her?' I thought. I finally knew my answer.

The Coon. Cartman.

"You let her go, now!' I shouted, "She didn't do anything to you! It's me you want!"

"That is true, but it's more fun to kill the little ones." Cartman cooed as he pinched Karen's cheeks, making her cry a little.

"Don't touch her!" I shouted. I dashed toward Cartman. He dodged my attack and someone rammed into my side, shoving me into the pavement.

"I see you met one of my assistants. He helped me get Karen out of your house. The plan worked perfectly. You will get to see the best part, Karen dying." Cartman smirked.

"What?" Karen cried through one of the assistants hand.

"Don't touch her!" I shouted. Fast on my feet, I picked myself up, to let Cartman get a taste of his own medicine. It was too late. He pulled the trigger as soon as I got up. She lied there. Terror filled her open, cloudy eyes.

I found some courage to hold her in my arms, one last time. Some tears flooded my eyes.

"See. You're no guardian angel. You let her die before she got to live." Cartman mocked.

"I didn't let her die. You killed her." I cried.

'Does it hurt to lose the only wings you'll ever have?' the thought kept shouting inside.