A/N: this is Kyle's reply (kinda) to Cartman's letter in 'Kahl, My Obsession'. In Cartman's letter he mentioned wanting to kill Stan, to hurt Kyle. Somewhere between these two letters, he attempted to do so (but failed, I can't kill off Stan! O_O !)
I debated making Kyle more angry, but I decided against it. My thinking being that during Stan's recovery, he's calmed down and thought everything through.
I'm not really too sure about this, personally I think Cartman's letter was miles better, but ah well.
This is Kyle's letter, his reply, and now I hand you over to him :)
.x.
Dear Monster
Fatass,
There are not words to describe how much I hate you. You've always been a sadistic, moronic bastard but that was an all time low – Stan? Even I didn't think you had the capacity to attempt murdering one of the few people who actually calls themselves a friend to your fat ass.
Did it make you happy to see him on life support? To see him fighting every day to remain with us? You're a bastard that deserves to rot in Hell, Cartman. If Stan hadn't have pulled through, I would have personally made sure that was where you ended up.
Do you actually feel any remorse for what you attempted to do? Are you even capable of feeling guilt?
I've always wanted to believe there was some good inside of you – maybe trapped behind all that fat. I've kept my faith throughout the years, I've tried to believe that nobody could be all bad, not even you. That faith has wavered a lot during the years I've known you, but now it is completely gone.
But I've learnt something: people can be all bad. You've proved that to me.
I can't say I get it, Cartman. Why do you like hurting me so much? I know you hurt Stan to get at me, but the question is, fatass, why? What kind of person (if you can even call them a person) would do such a thing? I've coped with the snide comments, the name calling, and the digs at my mom: but hurting Stan… that was too far. There's no going back this time. We can never be friends; in fact, I want you to stay the Hell away from me! Seriously, dude, I don't want you near me. You fucking scare me, Cartman! You're not sane, you're not even human!
I really did want to believe in you, you know. There have been times when I've thought I've seen the real you: a you I liked. I put up with all the hate just to see that side of you. He was a lie though. A nice Eric Theodore Cartman doesn't exist, he never has and he never will. Whatever I thought I believed, it was a lie. Your soul is rotten and putrid; your heart doesn't even exist.
You are a monster, Eric Cartman. A monster that scares me.
You want to know a secret? I've know that for years; the fact that you are a heartless monster I mean. Even so, I've been unable to keep away. I hate you, yet I stay by your side. One would think, what with all the crap you put me though, I would have walked away years ago, just stopped being your friend.
I don't think I've had the strength. Not until now. I can't forgive you hurting Stan. I can't forgive, and I can't forget.
This time I have to walk away from whatever this twisted friendship is. This time, I have to say goodbye. This has to end. I don't want to see you anymore. I don't want to speak to you. I don't want to do something I may regret, I don't want to end up like you. For that reason, it's best we stay away from each other.
The good times are not enough to erase the bad. You went too far this time Cartman.
Stay the Hell away from me. Goodbye.