Ok from now on I'm just gonna lave things as flashbacks or current time so nobody will get confused. Enjoy!
Chapter 3
Flashback:
Eric climbed into his bed with his pajamas and pulled his covers on him when his mother came in. "Can you read me a story?" he asked his mother sweetly.
Mrs. Cartman leaned down and put a hand on her son. "Oh sweetie, mommy is tired and needs to get some sleep."
"Yea…but I drank lots of coffee today and it will be hard for me to get some sleep."
She sighed. "How about I sing you a lullaby."
"Don't be stupid, I'm not a child."
Mrs. Cartman sighed, and almost looked behind her as if she wanted to leave the room as soon as possible. "I'll give you a good night kiss." The woman leaned down to kiss her son's forehead, and walked to the door before turning out the light. "Good night, Eric."
Eric rolled his eyes for not receiving what he wanted, and turned around in his bed. "Night."
Mrs. Cartman closed the door behind her, and eagerly walked down the hallway.
Current time:
"Well, my mom doesn't read me stories anymore either," Butters said, interrupting Eric's story.
Eric only glared as he watched the boy kick around a bit. "My mom does EVERYTHING for me. Except when there is something she wants. Something she always tries to keep from me."
Flash back:
Eric lay in bed, trying to force himself to sleep when he heard not only his mother's voice coming form down stairs, but also an unknown voice. So he curiously climbed out of bed and ran out his room.
As the boy snuck down the stairs, he could hear the voices getting louder. When he was halfway down, he saw his mother and some man he had never met before. The two were laughing, and this made Eric angry. "Mom!"
Mrs. Cartman quickly turned her head to him. "Eric…"
"You call THIS sleep!"
"Oh…" She didn't know what to say. "Eric, mommy is just…"
"This is bull-crap, mom! You're such a stupid, frickin whore!" The boy turned around with a glare and ran back up at the stairs as his mother called for him. But he didn't answer or turn back. He just ran back into his room and closed the door behind him.
Eric could never tell if his mother was lying to him by looking to her eyes, but he did know what she was like and was never surprised to see it; just disturbed and angry. "Does she really think she can get away with this while I'm asleep!" He paused for a few seconds. "Screw this!"
The boy grabbed his jacket and had, walked toward his window to open it, and climbed out, slowly and safely landing on the grown.
"Oh dear," Mrs. Cartman said, not knowing her son had left the house.
"Hey, don't worry about it," the man said.
"Oh Rick, I didn't want him to know."
"It's ok, he will get over it. Kids usually do get over things."
Mrs. Cartman turned to the man with a smile. "You're right."
Rick smiled as he secretly held his hand in his pocket.
"I can't believe that happened to Wendy," Stan said on the phone with his best friend, Kyle.
"Yeah, I don't really like this Mystery guy."
"I'm just glad Wendy is safe."
"Yeah, but she's not the only one, Stan. What if this keeps on happening?"
"I don't get this person."
"Well, he does it for a reason. Mystery doesn't just kidnap children for fun. He does it to see if they are worthy to be a good child or not."
"But Wendy IS a good child!"
There was a pause when Kyle had nothing to say to that, and said he had to go a few minuets later. After he hung up, he walked to the living room he heard the news people on TV.
"Here are a couple children who had gone through the same situation."
"I had to stab myself until I could prove I was worthy," a 6th grade boy said on the TV. "It hurt, but I was free afterwards."
"They made me eat broccoli," a child about the age of five said. "Broccoli with terrible taste. It tasted like vomit."
"Apparently, these two children had to play some sort of sick games to free themselves," the newsman said. "They call his person…Mystery, because they don't know who it is that had done it to them."
"All I can say," the 6th grader said, "is that any child could be next. I would watch your back."
"All children," the five year old boy said, "run away!"
"Can you believe this," Kyle's mother said to her husband as they sat on the couch. "Who would do such a thing?"
"Someone hateful, that's for sure," he answered.
Kyle's mouth dropped after what he saw, and ran up to his room, not knowing what to do but think things through.
Current time:
Eric only sighed angrily at the thought of his mom doing something so disgusting once again, behind his back. The boy finally closed his eyes and sat on the floor.
Butters looked down, feeling down, not knowing what to do or how to get out of this trap. He was just as confused as Eric was. When he looked ahead, he was shocked at what he saw. "Eric!"
"Not now, Butters."
"Eric, behind you! Look!"
The over-weight child turned around and saw red paining on the wall that said 'Dig Here'. So he ran over, and started to move bricks. "This is it, Butters! Its our way out!"
"Oh goodie," the child replied as he ran up behind.
Eric only dug out a few bricks to see that there was no passageway out, but a small box. "What is this?" He took it out and placed it on the floor.
"Open it, Eric!"
Eric pulled as hard as he could, but the little box wouldn't open. "It's lock. There's a lock on it."
"U..Uh-oh."
Eric suddenly saw some writings on his hand with a magic marker and started to read it: 'Don't Leave Your Hat On All Night." He wasn't sure what that meant, but it did convince him to take his hat off, and once he did, a small key fell to the ground. "The key!"
Butters fidgeted a little eagerly as he watched the boy put the key in the lock, and open the box. When he opened it, he found a cell phone and took it out. "A cell phone, we're safe!"
"Oh goody!"
Eric was curious when he found one more thing in the box, which looked like a pepper spray bottle. When he picked it up he saw a note on it saying 'Sometimes it's the only solution to escape the enemy. It won't kill you. It will only hurt your eyes until you can see nothing but your freedom.'
The boy didn't quite understand what that meant, although he didn't really care as he grabbed the cell phone and dialed 911. The phone rang and rang, but nobody answered. "Nobody is there. The police aren't doing their job!"
"C..Call somebody else."
Eric dialed another number, but there was still no answer and this made him furious. "What's going on!"
"Maybe its one of those phones where you can only receive calls."
"Well that's just great! Who's gonna call us where nobody doesn't even know where we are!"
Butters shrugged as he looked to the ground. "W..What are we gonna do now?"
"I don't know!" Eric fell to the ground again when he suddenly thought of something. "Wait. I remember. I remember what happened before I got here."
Ok, I hope this wasn't a boring chapter. Anyways, please review!