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Playing God
Chapter 1
Cartman
It was so fucking cold. Too cold for September. It would all be worth it though, once I got my KFC. I was almost there.
I took the back way that leads behind the KFC it was way faster the the normal route. Actually driving was even faster but my piece of shit SUV was in the shop.
As I approach the KFC dumpster I see the alleyway that leads to the front of the KFC. Just as I turn into the alley I bump into something solid and cold.
"Hey watch where you're going asshole!" I yell.
The asshole is around my age. He's tall, actually lanky. His skin is pale, probably paler than Kyle's butt. He has a stupid douchebag boyband hair cut. He's silent and gives me a creepy ass smile. His teeth almost shine in the dim yellowish light, his canines are unnaturally pointy.
Oh Jesus this dude's insane. He's one of those freaks that got his teeth filed into fangs. I bet under his sweatshirt are scales or something. Great.
"I didn't know this KFC had a drive thru" he smirks.
"It doesn't shitbag" I answer trying to get around him; but every time I try to step around him he appears in front of me.
"Perfect I was going to order largest size" he laughs darkly.
"Did you just call me fat?" I yell ready to deck this guy in jaw. But before I can even hit him he has me pinned against a brick wall."Oh so you're a gay rapist" I respond annoyed.
I feel a sharp pain on my neck and sure enough the freak is biting down. Before I can react my body is flooded with pain. It hurts so fucking much. My knees give out in and I'm in the snow. He's now sucking on my neck. I'm in too much pain to be disgusted. I try to scream but nothing will come out. Out of nowhere he stops. "Shit" he curses under his breath and shoves my body behind some garbage cans and cardboard boxes. Everything hurts.
My face is right in front of a garbage can so I can't see anything. "Hey Jack" says the asshole.
"Shut the fuck up" growls another voice. Definitely a guy, also kind of young. "I'm sick and tired of you trying to take over my turf. You think because my senses aren't as enhanced as yours or any of the others you can just push me around" he spits. "Not anymore" he whispers cynically.
There's a crash and someone screams. Then there's a loud shattering noise and then the dark alley is lit up by a flickering light and I smell smoke. Silence. Pain.
Stan
Someone's kissing my neck. I'm not really sure how this even happened but it feels amazing. Like electricity's moving from their lips to my neck, down my spine, and traveling through my whole body. They're stroking my arm. The hand drifts down towards my inner thigh. The hand is light and has a few freckles scattered on it, the fingers are long and slender.
"Big Harry and Mike in the morning talking to you about Puparazzi. It's a great movie about a dog that…" I sit up in bed and shut off the alarm. Slowly I get out of bed and start my morning routine.
By the time I get to the bus stop Kyle and Kenny are already there talking. "Hey" I greet them. "Morning Stan" replies Kyle sunnily. "Hey dude" says Kenny.
We talk about our weekends until the bus comes. The fatass is nowhere to be found.
"Is Cartman skipping again?" I ask the guys.
"Who cares?" says Kenny and we all laugh as we get on the bus.
The school day was uneventful. When I finally got home I was shocked to find Liane Cartman crying on my living room couch. My mom was sitting next to her trying to console her while my dad is awkwardly standing in the corner.
"Oh good Stan you're home" says mom gratefully. "Have you talked to Eric since last night?" asks mom.
"No. What happened?" I ask.
"He never came home last night" sobs Liane.
"But Liane, you said he's done this kind of thing before. He's probably fine" comforts my mom.
"I don't know Sharon I just have a bad feeling about this" worries "My poor poopykins" she chokes out. I roll my eyes and head upstairs.
It's when I get in my room and look at my messy bed that I remember my dream. Even though no one's around my cheeks heat up. I wonder if it was someone I knew or just some random dream girl.
Kyle
It was pretty nice not having Cartman around for the first two days, but on the third day I hate to admit it I actually was starting to feel something that almost resembled concern. Almost.
Cartman
I have no fucking clue how much time has gone by. I think the sun might have come up and went down at some point. All I knew for sure was everything burned. It burned so much I couldn't feel how cold the snow is.
Honestly I just wanted to die. I prayed for it all to end. I just wanted to die. Everyone was right. I am a horrible person. This must be hell.
But then it slowly, like so fucking slowly it started to fade. As the pain began to fade I became more aware of my surroundings.
I was covered in snow, it wasn't as cold as snow should be though. By the smell of it I was still in the KFC alley. I could hear people inside the KFC. Someone was ordering corn. Who the fuck goes to KFC just for the corn?
Finally the pain completely subsided so I tried to stand up. I shot up out of the snow. That was too easy for someone who was passed out in alley for an unknown amount of time. Wait? How the fuck was I able to hear people inside the KFC? How the fuck was I still able to hear them and people from the surrounding businesses. And holy shit the alley reeked. What did they throw out while I was laying there?
All of a sudden I felt this intense hunger in the pitt of my stomach. It spreads up to my chest and then my throat. It actually burns. It was nothing compared to the burn from before, but it was still as uncomfortable as hell. Speaking of hell I guess I wasn't there and everyone was wrong about me. Bastards.
I must be hungry. I could finally get my KFC. As I walk out of the alley it didn't seem as dark as it did before even though it was night.
The second I opened the door of the KFC I was overwhelmed by the smell. But it was more than just the chicken. I could smell everything. I could hear everything. I could read the tiny print of the certificate of approval from the health department all the way in the back of the restaurant. What the fuck is going on?
No one was in line so I walk up to the register to order.
"Hey Eric, the usual?" asks Sue the cashier.
"Ummm yeah" I replied sliding my credit card across the counter to her. She swipes it through the card reader and hands it back to me.
Sue must be in her late 50s. I see her here all the time. She's a nice lady but a cow of a woman. Why did I want her? She smells amazing. The burning was worse. I had the sudden urge to jump over the counter and bite down on her neck.
Shit I must be really hungry. How long was I out for?
"Enjoy" she says with a smile sliding me a tray with a bucket of KFC extra crispy chicken. "Those contacts are really creepy" she says with a laugh.
I used every ounce of self control to walk away from her. As I approach a table I realize I had no desire to eat the chicken I was holding. I sat down and took a bite out of a drumstick. It tasted like cardboard. What the hell is wrong with me?
Am I sick or something. Even when I'm sick I still like KFC.
I notice a family sitting in the booth in front of me. They smell amazing. I start to get up and head over to their table when I stop myself. What was I doing?
I ran out of the restaurant back into the alley. Some homeless guy with a shopping cart is rummaging through some of the garbage cans. Before I can stop myself I'm on top of him. I bite down on his neck and he screams as I drink his blood. He stops thrashing and then before I know it he's dry. The burning is gone.
That was kind of gay.