A cold wind swept through the camp, but it didn't bother him. His uniform was made of a heavy material that was suited to this environment. All around him were decrepit buildings and people. This didn't bother him either. It was part of his job, and he was used to it. He watched his prisoners dispassionately. He didn't know who they were, and he didn't care to find out.
The ground was brown and soggy, the way it gets just after most of the snow melts. He frowned as his shoes squelched through the muck. A chorus of shots rang out from somewhere past the 11th bunker. He didn't blink. He didn't need to. This was also part of his routine. A small smirk crossed his face as he watched his men run about the rickety sheds. He fingered the medal pinned to his chest, silently gloating that he had moved up in rank, while his fellows were left to take his orders.
It was as he was distracted by these thoughts that he tripped over something and found himself face first in the mud. Muttering angrily, he pushed himself back up to his feet and turned to see just what he had fallen over. What he saw made his blood freeze. He couldn't move, he was frozen in horror. His underlings were starting to flock around him, but he didn't notice. All he could do was stare. A gaunt face framed by matted red hair. A body that was shrunken from neglect and ribs were seen easily through the thin fabric. It shook with tremors, a sure sign that death was imminent. Green eyes opened slightly and looked up at him. How could those eyes be so dead, when they were once so vibrant? Lips parted into a small sarcastic smile, movement of words being said. Eyes slip closed. A final shudder, then nothing. He stared. Slowly he stumbled forwards, landing on his knees in the bog. A single hand reached out and touched a cold cheek.
"Kyle...?"
Cartman woke with tears streaming down his face and his heart hammering in his chest. His whole body shook with fear and adrenalin from the nightmare. Silent words still rung through his mind, echoing around his head, making it spin with confusion.
I you finally got what you wanted...
AC: Hey guys! Sorry about all the angst there and the shortness, but I really want Cartman to grow up a bit. I don't think he's really all bad, so I'm using fear to bring out emotions that are new to him. This also leaves him vulnerable. Which is a good way to begin character development. :P I really want to continue this to be a Kyman story, but I just need to work out how they could interact after this.
There are really two options. I might do a chapter for both, but one will be a lot shorter than the other. One will be as a couple, and the other as friends.