Kyle Broflowski, all alone, his family dead, (all except for his brother), and his dreams crushed. The holocaust had begun, and it was far from over. A whistle blew, causing every boy in their rock-hard bunks to spring up and into a single file line. Kyle was the last out. Today was the day the would be separated.
I combed through my hair as he stood in the line. I was really scared for what was awaiting me. Would I got in the left line, or the right. Sudden,y one of the officers approached me. He fixed his eyeglass on me. I must have not been paying attention.
"Dirty jew rat! Get in the left line, " He bent down to Ike and I grabbed Ike's hand tight. He was now 11 and I was 16. "...and take your stupid rat brother with you. " he laughed a hardy, but evil laugh." I was sick of being referred as a "rat". Out of reflex, I kicked the large man in the shin.
"Ouch! You little rat! I'm going to kill yo—" suddenly a gunshot was fired. Everyone stopped and looked behind the man. Clearly the others officers made way for someone. Just then, a large teenaged boy appeared. He was stunning...I mean handsome.
Althought he was built bigger, it was all muscle and his flowing mocha, naturally highlighted hair blew from the light breeze from under his cap. His eyes were a chocolate brown with almost light brown swirls within them. He had his eyes fixed on the officers whom had threatend me, pointing a large pistol in his hand pointing it up. He had clearly mad the gun shot.
Silence crepped in from everywhere. All you could hear, where the sounds of the man walking towards the officer. Slowly, lowering his gun as he got closer. Becoming face-to-face with the officer he snarled in the most lowest, attractive tone.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing with my jews?" He beared his teeth at the man. He was taller than the man, but not tall enough that I would have to look up very far to make eye contact with him. My head was as tall as his shoulders. The officer
"Oh, my apologies Commander, this one just got out of hand. I was just correcting him, that's all, no harm done!" He swiped at my ripped tee-shirt while giving the "commander" a cheap smile. I swatted at his hand, causing the commander's eyes to dart onto me. He gave a evil smirk towards me, something about him just made me feel different. I couldn't explain. He was just beautiful.
He walked towards the general. "Do not ever...mess with my authoritah'!" He unloaded the gun and put it to the officers forehead. "Or I swear to god I will blow your fucking brains out and feed it to your famileh' for Christams dinner!"
"Mark my words sir, someone should have gotten rid you a while again! Your father should have never made you in charge, you rotten, sorry excuse of a Nazi—"
The commander shot the gun. I quivered as many as several kids did. Ike buried his head into my side. This guy, wasn't kidding, a complete terrorist. A fucking badass!
The man approached me. And with gleaming eyes spoke to me.
"Who are you?" I wasn't scared if him, I worked up a big one in the back of my throat.
"Better question is, who are you?" I spat near his shoe, he did not flinch.
"I, am Commander Eric Cartman. One and only son of Adolf Hitler." I gulped...fuck...
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