Cartman spent hours looking for Stan. He didn't find him anywhere. He knew the little douche was hiding from him. He may put up a tough front, but he still viewed him as a pussy. Frankly he was getting pissed off, Stan shouldn't make this so god damn hard. He was about to give up when he noticed the red head crying and holding a piece of Stan's jacket close to her face. Her face had been spilt with tears, like she had been crying for a while. Cartman struggled to climb over the tree that was blocking his view of her. She turned with her mouth agape, she stood about ready to run. She didn't want to be the killers victim.
Cartman cursed, getting poked by the sharp branches. Red saw who it was and decided it was safe. She reached her hand down to pull him across. She about pulled a muscle when she finally got him over.
"Ugh you are heavy." The red head held her shoulder that felt sore.
Cartman glared at her in response. "Im not that heavy. You just are a weak chick!"
Red returned a glare of her own, rolling her eyes. "You're welcome tubby. "
Cartman continued to glare at the weeping girl. His glare soon faded as he put on a sympathetic face.
"Hey, why are you crying?" Cartman frowned.
Red shook her head with her eyes covered. "Y-You wouldn't have much interest."
"Sure i would. Just tell me what's bothering you." He spoke in a trying to understand way.
Red wiped at her blue coat sleeve, dabbing at her eyes with the cloth.
"Stan is dead. I h-heard it on the news. Ha-He- oh god. I don't think i can do this. She turned away so her body was facing the stump.
Cartmans face was red. He put two and two together. Stan was killed by a fucking tree?! and not him?! "How very tragic. I think i will go pay my respects." He left the poor girl alone with the fallen tree. If he couldn't kill Stan. He would at least torture his corpse. So he had no way of coming back.
He walked for an hour until he had gotten to the graveyard.
He looked across the names, he spotted Kyle's. He glared spitting on his grave. He saw the S's and went over to them. No Stan in the graveyard either. Where the fuck was his body? Cartman kicked up some dirt from Kyle's grave, stomping on it angry. He wondered if Red knew where he was..he would make her talk one way or another.
He walked back toward the tree, his eyes now showing no emotion. Red was beginning to leave the forest.
Grabbing onto the back of the girls coat with force, he took the girl by surprise slamming her against the tree stump.
Red had a scowl lookimg up at the fat child.
"You are so rude,Eric!"
Cartman kneeled her in the ribs. She grunted holding them.
"I don't have time for your bitchy antics. Tell me where Stan is?" He pulled the gun out.
Red turned her head away, scared.
"They are still operating on him!"
Cartman throws her into the dirt, but not before shooting her leg. He couldn't risk her calling the cops.
Red let out an agonizing scream rocking back and forth, more tears.
Cartman laughed bitterly at her pain. He now had a lead on his corpse.
"So long Red. I have a body to tear apart."
She held up a hand. "N-No! Don't hurt him!"
Cartman turned slowly.
"Im going to kill him and make sure he stays dead. Not hurt the little betrayer."
He left the forest now targeting the hospital.
