After school, instead of going home, Cartman decided to pay a visit at Kyle's house, he knew Kyle wouldn't be home, he was "revising" with Craig, so requiring what he was looking for was going to be a piece of cake.
Cartman knew that Kyle had something to do with the changes that were happening to him, and he was going to prove it.
He walked as quickly as he could down the street, trying to ignore the sun, which felt like it was baking him into a crisp.
He then raced around the corner, nearly bumping into a pre-teen on his bike.
"Watch where you're going you stupid brat!" He yelled, earning the middle finger from the kid.
Cartman shook it off, he'd deal with the brat later, right now he had to get to Kyle's house.
After a painful eternity later, he finally reached the porch, he noticed that neither of Kyle's parents' cars were in the car port.
'That's good.' He thought to himself as he reached into the planter where Kyle kept his spare key. He put the key in the lock, listening to the satisfying click it made, before swinging the door open.
He then stepped through the door, or at least, attempted to, but he was blocked by an invisible door or something.
"What the?" Cartman muttered, once again trying to enter Kyle's house, and once again being blocked.
'That rotten Jew probably installed a secruity camera so I don't find out what he's hiding!' Cartman thought to himself, charging full speed towards Kyle's house, only to be knocked back a few feet and landing on his ass on the side-walk.
"Ow." He hissed, looking at his left arm, noticing slight scrapes. He gasped in shock when he saw what happened then, his abrasions seemed to be healing in a matter of seconds right before his very eyes.
However, even though his abrasions were healing, the sun blisters on his skin were not, they were getting worse, and so painful that Cartman had to bite down on his bottom lip to keep from screaming. He knew that there was only thing he could do at the moment, and that was go home and watch Terrance and Phillip.
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"Stan, what's up with the parka? You've been wearing it all day, it's warm in here, you should take it off." Wendy said as they walked upstairs to her room.
"I told you I'm sick, Wendy." Stan said with a sigh, however, he wondered if he should just tell Wendy his problem, she was going to find out sooner or later. Then again, if he did find out, who's to say that she'd want to date someone who was blue?
"I think I'm ready, Stan." Wendy said, breaking in his thoughts.
"Wait, what?" Stan said with shock, wondering if Wendy meant what he thought she meant.
"I said, I think I'm ready to you know, take the next step." She said as her face flushed red.
Stan's heart thudded in his chest, both from fear and excitement. Excitement because he's been waiting A LONG time for his, fear because how was he supposed to do it without taking off his clothes.
"Stan?" Wendy said.
"Um, so um, what made you decide that now was the right time?" Stan asked, stalling for time until he could think of something to do.
"Well, we've been together since we were eight, not counting all the times we broke up, and I decided that the time felt right you know?" Wendy replied.
"Yea, but now? Right now? You don't want it to be more romantic?" Stan stammers out.
"I told you I'm not really into that whole candle light and roses stuff, being with the person I love, making love with the person I love, is more romantic than all that stuff." Wendy said, grabbing his face and attempting to kiss him, only his coat got in the way.
"Stan, you know we can't really make love with this parka you're wearing." She said tugging on it gently.
"Um, look, I'd love to, I'd really love to, but maybe not tonight, I'm really sick." Stan said with a fake cough before bolting out of the room, ignoring Wendy's protests for him to stop.
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Kyle sat at the table of the most fancy restaurant in town, checking his watch every five minutes. It was now 7:42, Clyde had agreed to meet him there at 7 on the dot.
Today was their six month anniversary, however, the only people who knew about them were Stan and Craig. Clyde was afraid to come out, so he acted like he had sex with a lot of women, and Kyle, who was already out, pretended to date Craig, which Craig didn't really mind.
"Can I get you anything to start out with?" The waitress asked for about the third time since Kyle got there.
"No, I um I'm fine, I'm sure he'll be here soon." Kyle said quietly, ducking his head, trying to ignore the stares of pity from everyone around him.
"How about a refill?" The waitress said.
"Sure." Kyle said, handing her his half-empty glass of Dr Pepper. He then pulled out his phone to text Clyde.
Me: Hey where are you?
He drummed his fingers on the table, waiting for a reply, when the waitress walked back to the table with his Dr Pepper.
"Here you go." She said, sitting it down on the table.
"Thanks." Kyle said, picking up his phone to see if he had missed the notification sound; he hadn't.
Kyle then decided to text Stan, to see if he knew where Clyde was.
Me: Hey, have you seen Clyde? He was supposed to meet me tonight.
Stan: No, have you tried calling or texting him?
Me: Yea, I got no reply.
Stan: I'm sorry, maybe you should try Craig.
Me: Good idea.
Kyle scrolled up to Craig's name in his contact's list and sent him a message.
Me: Hey, have you seen Clyde?
He automatically got a reply back, which i what usually happened when he texted Craig.
Craig: No, I thought he was supposed to be with you tonight.
Me: He was, but he never showed, I tried texting him, but I got no reply.
Craig: Okay, if I hear from him I'll tell you.
Me: Thanks.
"Attention, the restaurant is going to be closing in ten minutes." A loud speaker boomed. Kyle sighed and stood up, knowing that he and Clyde weren't going to be having their fancy dinner tonight. He pulled out a twenty and sat it down on the table, to pay for his drinks and the waitress's tip, before walking out of the restaurant with a heavy feeling in his heart.
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"That was better than I thought it would be." Kenny panted out.
"It was great." Clyde said from beside him. They had just finished their second round of sex, where they had each taken turns topping and bottoming. Kenny decided that he preferred to top more.
"So, wanna go for another round?" Kenny asked, positioning himself in between Clyde's legs.
"Sure." Clyde said with a smile, grabbing the back of Kenny's neck and pulling him down into a passionate kiss.
Kenny kissed him back with more passion, and pushed into him slowly. As his thrusts got more intense, he started to claw down Clyde's chest in a heat of passion, watching with shock as blood dripped down his torso, surely his nails weren't that sharp? He looked down at his nails, and instead of seeing nails, he saw long sharp bloody claws.
"W-What are you?" Clyde asked with fear, seeing Kenny's claws.
Kenny, desperate to get Clyde's attention on something else besides his claws, bit him on the neck to turn him on again. Only, he did a little more than just bite him, he noticed, when Clyde's blood started squirting out of neck, coating the bed.
"Oh my gosh." Kenny muttered to himself with horror, wondering what he had done, he had seen that much blood before, but usually he was on the receiving end.
"Oh my gosh." He repeated, picking up the sheet and pressing it against Clyde's neck to slow the bleeding. However, with the blood coming out of his neck coupled with the blood still pouring out of his chest wounds, it did little to help. Kenny thought about calling 9-11, but he knew what would happen, they would haul him off to jail so fast it would make his head spin. He couldn't go to jail though, he needed to take care of Karen. He knew there was only one thing left to do, he carefully wrapped Clyde up in the sheet, and with his enhanced strength, he carried him to Stark's Pond, glad that there was no one around outside at 11 at night. When he reached Stark's Pond, he apologised to Clyde, before heaving his body into the cold dark water.