100 THEME CHALLENGE

9 – Blood

NOTE keep in mind while reading this that I was drinking while writing it...

"You're chubby."

"Huh?"


"You're chubby."

"And who the fuck are you kid?"

"Billy Turner."

"Well fuck you Billy Turner." Cartman flipped the kid off as he walked away.


LATER THAT DAY: LUNCH

Cartman wrapped his arm around Billy Turners' shoulder. "Hullo there Billy."

"H-hi..."

Cartman picked up Billys drink. "So you got some chocolate milk huh?"

"Y-yeah..."

"Kewl." Cartman set the milk back down on Billy's tray and left.

All throughout lunch Cartman watched little Billy. When Billy got up, Cartman followed. Then, just as the bell for the end of lunch rang, Cartman saw his chance. He followed Billy inyo the washroom. By time Billy was finished, Cartman was sure the halls would be empty. He had a cloth with chloroform and before Billy reached the door, Cartman jumped from behind and covered the smaller boys mouth and nose with it. He'd prefer to not have, but he couldn't chance the kid ruining his plan with screaming or fighting.

He dragged the kid out of the bathroom, down the hall, outside and to the flag pole, cuffing him to it by his ankle. Cartman stood there, staring at the boy waiting for him to wake up. When he finally did, Cartman started talking.

"So, you think it's funny to call people chubby, Billy?"

Poor Billy was still disoriented and didn't fully understand and just blinked up at Cartman. His head hurt, he had a metallic taste in his mouth and his throat was sore.

Cartman knelt down and grabbed the boys hair, pulling his head back roughly so the small boy was looking up at him. "I'll ask this one more time. Do you think it's funny to call people chubby, Billy?"

"N-no! Not at all! I-I ju–"

"Well, let's see how funny you think it is being chained to this flag pole," Cartman stood up, "dying from the poison I put in your milk, with the only way to live being to cut your foot off with this hacksaw," Cartman threw the hacksaw down at the boy, "to get to the antidote I'm putting over," he walked across the street, "hyah." He then left to watch his work in a spot where he wouldn't be seen if someone found the kid.

Billy say there for a moment stunned. What the fuck? He had heard this kid had issues, but is he really doing this just because he had called him chubby?

Eventually Billy came to his senses and started calling for help until his voice was hoarse. Cartman giggled from where he was watching. Where the fuck was everyone? If that fat ass had poisoned him, how much longer did he have before it did him in? He looked at what kept him chained to the flagpole. He took his shoe off and tried to pull it out. But it wouldn't come out. And he sure couldn't break it. Damn.

Obviously the fat bastard was right. He'd have to cut his foot off. Picking up the hacksaw, he looked it over. It wasn't exactly the newest thing and it was kind of rusty. Jabbing his thumb to it he realized it was at least sharper than it looked and drew some blood.

He held the blade of the hacksaw to his ankle. Taking a deep breath while squinting his eyes tightly he looked up at the sky, pressed the blade in and –

"AAAAHHHCCKKK! GODDAMN MOTHER FUCKIN'!"

Well that obviously wasn't going to work. Billy pulled his coat off, shoving his sleeve into his mouth. Biting on that, he decided to try again.

His eyes overflowed with tears as his coat muffled his screams and he slowly sawed through the little amount of skin, fat and muscle on his ankle. Through his tear-blurred vision, all he saw was red as the white of the snow faded. He wiped away the tears and was left with a salty, coppery taste in his mouth.

He continued to saw until the blade got stuck. He's hit bone. So what was he supposed to do now? The blade wouldn't saw through the bone. He was light headed and just stared at the blood.

He passed out thinking about how warm he felt, even though he was laying in the snow with 1 shoe and a t-shirt.