THE RIDDLER WHO CANT SOLVE THE RIDDLE.
A/N Based off of a song from Vocaloid. I don't own South Park or the song this story is based on *Even though I wish I did*
Kyle Brovfloski didn't understand. He stood in front of the one armed detective, Eric Cartman.
"So the question is: why was he poisoned? And who left Leopold alone?" he thought out loud.
Kyle shrugged.
"There was no trace at all. How the hell can we find the culprit if there is no trace?" he asked.
"I think this is the hardest case we ever had to crack. Did he have any enemies?" Cartman asked, rubbing his chin with his only hand.
"No, you knew Butters. No one hated him…Well you did…" Kyle said with a cough.
Cartman was taken aback.
"I never hated Butters. He was one of my best friends. Besides you Stan and Kenny," he said.
"You hated me. And every chance you got, you had to put me down for being Jewish," Kyle said… painful memories from when he was a boy clouded his mind.
"But I would never kill anyone," he said.
"Yes you would," said Kyle.
"That was a long time ago. I'm an adult now, I've matured, Kyle Brovfloski. Have you?"
…
Kyle ran his fingers through his hair. Could Eric have killed Butters?
He kneeled on his once good friend's grave site.
"Damn it Butters. Why can't you tell me who killed you…" he said distantly.
His Blackberry began to vibrate.
"Talk to me."
"Another murder. Get over here."
Kyle hung up and placed his flowers on Butters grave.
"What's up, Cartman?" he asked, hanging up his coat.
Eric adjusted his jacket, "A couple of people were thrown into a river. And we knew 'em."
Kyle's heartbeat accelerated.
"Who…?"
"Stan, Kenny, and Craig."
"They even killed Kenny?" Kyle asked.
He nodded, "Those bastards."
"So any trace?" he asked.
Sadly, Cartman shook his head.
"But I refuse to give up. This murder has killed four friends too many," he said.
They were up all night talking about possible suspects.
Clyde Donovan.
Tweek Tweak.
And Wendy Testaburger.
Kyle just nodded and agreed. He knew they were all innocent though. He was thinking back. Way back.
Cartman always hated how Tucker would flip him off. He always hated him. He had a huge argument with Stan and Kenny about money about a month ago. And he just didn't like Leopold because he always thought that he was gay.
He'd found the culprit.
…
Kyle clutched the knife behind his back.
"Well, we should be off to the memorials. Kyle?" Eric asked turning to look at the troubled red head.
Kyle lunged at Cartman, who smiled.
He used both hands easily knock the knife out of his hand.
Kyle gasped.
"But…you're arm was cut off last year…" he whispered.
"Nope."
"But I saw!"
"All part of my amazing plan," he said tossing the coat to Kyle.
Frozen in fear, Kyle caught it and began to shiver. His left hand, which Kyle thought was gone, was covered completely in blood.
"So Detective Brovfloski… who's the culprit?" he asked.
"…"
"C'mon Kyle…"
"…"
"The name of the person you seek is in front of you. If you don't hurry, my hand will kill you."
"…"
"COME ON AND SAY MY NAME!"
A/N not very good, I know…. Very bored here!
