A/N: heyy! Whats up you gahss! I've just finished chapter nine, and now im going straight onto number ten cos I'm just so hyped up! I mean, this story has been up for about... eight or nine days, and already it has like nearly fifty fucking reviews! It's just wow... I'm in love with you gahs really, I am! Nearly as much as I'm in love with my little Kahl the Jew xD

I am sorry though, this chapter is a little short, but I'll try to update real quick to make up for it ;D

So as usual, I absolutly love you gahs, and I really, really apprectiate all the support. A big 'I FUCKING LOVE YOU, YOU ARE ALL SO FUCKING AWESOME' to all of the people who took the time to review and tell me what you think, you gahs are the best!

And thankies to everyone else who has been reading this, I'm so glad you have put up with me and I really hope you are enjoying this fic.

BTW: I regret to inform you huge Cartman fans, but this fic is gonna be mainly focused on Kyle for a few more chapters, but don't worry, he will be back!

Okay, and I am really, really sorry about the huge author note, but heck! I love you people!

Onwards to the slashy goodness!

Chapter Ten - - - KYLE POV - - -

"You're mine Kahl. You're my little Jew."

His words echoed around in my mind hauntingly for a moment before I managed to actually get my head around what was going on. So, he wanted me to be alive, but only so he could torment me? I found the idea ridiculasly cruel, evil and well... Eric really. I couldn't believe he would force me to live just so he can satisfy his hunger for being a total jerk. I've known this a very long time, but he has some really bad fucked up issues. Then again, how could I talk? I was gay for my best friend, I got him murdered, and I'm suicidal.

And now that I think about it... was all of that Eric's fault?

If he had helped me that day... could things have possibly been different? Is it possible that none of this would have happened?

For some reason, I doubted that theory. I also had a horrible, gut wrenching feeling that the horrible things that have happened were not going to be the last. Not by a long shot. And I knew that Eric's new found possesion over me was going to lead to something bad.

As I pondered the many ideas and questions popping into my head, I simply stood staring at Eric. It took an awkward minute of silence before I managed to find my tongue.

"No, fatass. I'm not yours, you can fuck off," I tried to push past him, but he grabbed the front of my shirt, stopping me from moving. He pulled me toward him and I found myself staring straight into his choclolate brown eyes. Our noses were nearly touching and my breathing was escalating quickly, my heart beat pounding twice as fast. An electric shock jolted through my body, much like when we were in the corridor and he had me pinned up against the lockers. He leaned his forehead into mine, pressing it up lightly against my red curls which weren't hidden underneath my ushanka. The air around us seemed to turn stuffy and the tension in the atmosphere was unbearable. He narrowed his eyes which were cold and hateful, but they had something else in them. Something I simply couldn't recognise.

"Eric, let go of me," my voice was stronger than I expected it to be in my weak state. I knew I was vulnerable, which was why I couldn't let him get to me. I can't let him control my life. He's done that for too long now.

"No. You're mine," his breath tickled against my lips. It was warm and tasted sweet, faintly of cheese poofs. I tried to come up with an answer, but I was speechless.

"And if you kill yourself, I will murder everyone you care about," he was completly serious. There wasn't a single speck of doubt in his promise. My breathing hitched, my eyes widening slightly. I was terrified, because... I knew he was telling the truth. He would do those things. I've seen what he has done in the past. He will stop at nothing to get what he wants.

And he wants me.

"Kinny will be the first, oh that will be fun. Then your little brother, Ike..." he smiled when I inhaled a sharp breath. He wouldn't... Ike is only nine years old. He could never...

"I will gouge his eyes out with a key then make him eat them, and I'll snap each of his fingers, each of his limbs will be broken and he will be begging for death by the time I am done,"

My heart stopped momentarily. That was the most sick thing he has ever said. Not even Eric Cartman could do something so inhumane, could he?

"Then I'll slit your parents throats, and make the whole of-"

"SHUT UP!" I shouted and threw myself backwards, breaking out of the grip he had on my shirt. "Shut up," my voice was low and it cracked as I spoke. "Don't you dare..." Tears began prickling at my eyes.

"Don't what Kahl...?" He cooed mockingly. "I just don't want you to die. Don't you think that's nice? I'm being very nice to you right now, and none of these things will happen if you admit that you are mine,"

I shook my head violently, my eyes darting about searching for an escape. I just wanted to go home. I wanted to see Ike and Kenny, Mom and Dad... I wanted them to be safe. But it seemed that nobody could be safe with this phychopath around. He's dangourus. Too dangerous, and the thought of him killing my friends and family... It was horrible.

"Fuck you, Eric. Fuck you..." I turned and began running toward my house as fast as I could. I needed to get away from him. I was already his though. I knew that. I have been for a long time. And up until now, I hadn't even noticed. He had control over me, but so did Stan. I was just a pawn to both of them, a piece of worthless crap to play with. There wasn't anything I could do about it...

Then there is Bebe too.

After what she did... will she even be in school? Has she fled the country? She's not dead, despite the wound I made to her neck. She must have gone to a hospital or something. The fuck if I know. I just want that bitch dead. But I can't do that either... she made that very clear in her email.

'I know where you are, fag. I'm watching you. I've got plenty of people lined up who are ready fuck your brains out if you do ANYTHING. I want that money, and I will get it back. But not yet. Don't worry, I'm giving you a little time, let's say... a month maybe? Don't worry Kyle. I'm not going to kill you. Oh, I couldn't do that now, could I? What a waste it would be. Stan is already dead. Good thing too. That cunt was going to try and marry my best friend. But I couldn't let you die... no, your much to precious. But I want my money. And if I don't get it, I'll have my boys rape your little canadian smartass brother. Don't doubt me on that Kyle Broflovski. See you later gorgeous. xx -B'

It seemed that everyone wants me alive, but for the wrong reasons. And they all seem dead set on taking it out on my brother if I do anything against what they want. Sick fuck ups. I fucking hate them. I hate all of them. Everybody. Why does everyone have to have some kind of problem against me? Why can't they just leave me the fuck alone? Al I want is to fucking die, and they won't even let me do that. My life just has to be fucking miserable. I hate God. Not that I even believe in him, but he is a total jerk. I bet he just got pissed off when he lost a bet to that jackass, Satan, and now he's taking it out on me.

Because everyone is out to get poor little Kyle Broflovski, aren't they?

A/N: Like I said, a little short O.o

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