I am terribly sorry for the having taken so long to post this chapter but the truth is that I couldn't because the disks that I used stopped working. I thank you for having the patience and hope you enjoy the story.

Chapter 8 Stan's House

The raven hared boy could hardly believe what was going on. He had killed his best friend's girlfriend and now he was on his way to his uncle's store so he could gather the explosives.

"Trust me Stan you will be happy that we made this trip," Cartman said.

"Go to hell," Stan replied in a defeated voice.

I really have no control over what is going on do I. Stan thought to himself. It was not long before they reached his uncle's place.

"Hey Stan," Jimbo called.

"Hello Uncle Jimbo," Stan responded.

"Here for the explosives are you," Jimbo asked

"Damn right," Cartman answered cheerfully.

"Well let me get them for you and then you can get on taking care of the roads," Jimbo said.

Meanwhile with Kyle

Kyle sat in his room looking out the window.

"What the hell should I do now," Kyle asked himself.

He laid down on his bed staring up at the ceiling and closed his eyes but the second he did so the memory of what happened at the gas station sprang back to his mind. Quickly sitting up sweat pouring down his forehead just from the memory.

I am never going to forget what happened. Kyle thought to himself. He knew now that peace would only come through violence and there would be no negotiations at this point.

"It is all because of the fatass," Kyle told himself.

He reached under his bed and pulled out the gun that Stan had gotten him for protection. The gun a handgun that looked normal except for a scopeattached to the top with a laser pointer.

I am going to put a bullet into that bastard's head, Kyle thought bitterly to himself.

Looking out the window the red haired boy could see some figures moving down the street.

"Who the hell could they big," Kyle said squinting to make out the people on the street, "It is the fatass but what is he doing with those explosives."

Kyle knew that this meant trouble and for a brief second did not know what to do.

"Dad," Kyle called.

Meanwhile with Stan and Cartman

"Are you excited to do a little demolition Stan," Cartman asked cheerfully.

"Leave me alone or I swear to God that I will kill you with my bare hands," Stan replied.

"Wow looks like someone is having a bad day," Cartman said, "Even though I do not know why when he had such fun yesterday."

"That was murder and I wish I had nothing to do with it," Stan snapped at Cartman.

The two had just picked up the explosives and were on their way to the road that led into South Park so they could make it unusable.

Why will not this just end, Stan thought to himself.

"God damn it," Cartman said," does the road have to be so far away?"

"Quit your bitching Cartman by all rights you should have been killed."

"Keep your Goddamn voice down unless you want to die."

"I would rather die than continue to help you hurt other people."

"I think that it is interesting that you say that, yet you always agree to help me with things one you have been threatened."

"Just shut your God damn mouth!"

Just then, Stan heard a short and almost deathly silent woosh of air but why this had happened he could not figure that part out.

"Son of a fucking bitch," Cartman screamed out in pain.

"What is wrong now," Stan asked.

He quickly went dove to the ground as a bullet hit the ground by him.

"Holy Shit," Stan exclaimed.

Stan then looked over at cartman who was lying on the ground holding is injured leg crying out in pain. He suddenly realized what was going on.

"Get me out of here Stan," Cartman screamed.

Stan wanted to just leave him but then realized how much of a monster that would make him seem. The raven-haired boy started to crawl over to the injured Cartman. As he started to move toward the boy clutching his leg another gunshot rang trough the air and landed right in front of his face. Then another shot and this time the bullet just scraped his arm. Pain shot through his arm but Stan continued to go forward. Stan then pulled out the gun that he got from Kyle and pointed it at a building and fired a couple of shots.

"Hurry the fuck up," Cartman shouted trying to stand by grabbing onto a light pole.

"I am coming," Stan shot back.

Why I almost do not know, Stan thought to himself.

Just as he got into an arms reach another gunshot and Cartman went down blood pouring from his chest Stan knew that was it that Cartman could not have survived the shot and got off his hands and knees and started running. After this had happened several more gunshots echoed and he could hear the bullets whizzing past him. It seemed like forever but finally he reached the door to his house and collapsed through the door.

"Stan what on earth happened to your arm," Randy asked.

Meanwhile with Kyle

Kyle watched as the whole thing played out and almost jumped for joy when Cartman was first hit.

"Take that fatass," Kyle whispered to himself.

"Kyle are you in here," Jerald asked.

"Yeah."

"Good thing that you saw those two they had explosives and were probably planning to blow up the roads. It also looks like we got one of them in the process."

"That is good news because I know who you got."

"It is a victory but the best part about it is that this will all be over soon."

"That is so great I can't wait until this whole mess is over."

"I know the National Guard called and they told me that they would be here tomorrow, but I have a plan that could hopefully end this."

"Really what is it?"

"Do no worry you will see for yourself soon enough."

Meanwhile with Stan

"And that is what happened," Stan finished as his dad bandaged his arm.

"I see," Randy said.

"Cartman is dead."

"He is! They will rot in hell for that!"

"Dad calm down."

"Our second best man just got killed do not tell me to calm down."

"Well what are we going to do?"

"We are going to finish off those fuckers once and for all!"