Warning: Sex included in this chapter, also, if you want to keep thinking that cute Cartman is cute… I'd probably recommend against reading this chapter XD
Last chapter of "The Evil Inside"! Enjoy!
Chapter ten
The evil inside
Cartman grinned as Wendy pushed him back on the bed, standing over him and slowly pulling of her jumper, her eyes ever fixed on his.
A month had gone by since they had starting dating, most of it filled with constant passionate sex.
The noirette hadn't even realized how Eric had slowly started to change, his expressions each time darker and his actions slowly becoming more questionable.
But Wendy hadn't realized it, how could she? She was to in love with him; she had given her life to him, her soul. She was no more than a casket of what was once a proud and independent woman, now shallow and empty, only having eyes for him.
Everything had gone according to plan.
Truth be told, he did have to move south suddenly, and his mother did have an accident, but he hadn't taken on night jobs and he wasn't beat up by the other kids. He had learned a new way of control, control of emotions.
He had slowly learned to bend the will of those around him, but that hadn't stopped him, his ever learning mind learnt to read ahead of his actions, to predict people movements, their thoughts and their feelings. Simply observing people, the way the walk, move, where they look and what the do with hands, amongst other things, was enough for him to predict with almost one hundred percent certainty what they were going to do, how they would react under very certain conditions and how they would feel.
He had spent years perfecting his art. People died because of him, people suffered, people lost everything, driven to madness or suicide because of his dark eyes. He no longer had fear of any kind.
Thanks to this newly found power he had been able to make thousands of dollars over the years, keeping it hidden from his mother and other people of course.
The young evil Eric Cartman hadn't changed, he had learnt to hide his evil and grow off it, learning from it and letting it take over him, giving him abilities that could only be dreamt of.
But he had one weakness. The young girl that had kissed him all those years ago. The only person to ever make him doubt his feelings. He knew she had to be his, his mind would never forget her.
He looked down at the girl in question, her head bobbling up and down between his legs, her eyes still looking up at him, filled with unbreakable love. Everything she did now was for him, as long as Eric was happy, she was happy, Wendy had forgotten what shame and self-esteem was when it came to him. She knew it, but she didn't care, the feelings she had developed inside were so strong that nothing would ever change them.
Eric smiled up at the ceiling, enjoying the pleasure he was receiving, a pleasure he had been receiving everyday for the last moth, without a single time having to ask for it.
When he came back to South Park he quickly scouted the youths, paying off a couple of low life's to follow certain people around, gathering information at an incredible rate. After a mere week he had caught up to speed with most of the things that had happened in his absence.
It didn't take long to realize what Bebe wanted. He Facebook was a dead giveaway. All the pictures with Stan and Wendy, her looks at him, her, supposedly directed to no one, states updates talking about unfair love.
She wanted Stan, and bad. So he got together with her.
Her mind was week, corrupted by years of waiting and suffering, only back by a thin line of respect for Wendy.
Then there was the noirette herself, barely making contact with Stan at all. They shared almost no social activities together and she hardly spent any time with him. She was tired; she had had enough of Stan's passive lifestyle. Wendy would never admit it, but she needed somebody with more fight in him, more danger.
So he knew what to do.
He joined class and observed them silently, making sure to rack up as many admirers as possible. Nobody with a so many friends would be ignored or looked down upon. He observed Wendy, her actions, her eyes and her decisions. The more he looked, the more he wanted.
Wendy finished pulling her panties down and winked at the, ever silent, big man before her. She lay back in bed and spread her legs as wide as the would go, dripping in anticipation, her mind racing with nothing else but thoughts of pleasure and love for her boyfriend. She didn't care her expression was lewd, she didn't care that she was in a position she would never have ever thought of doing a few weeks back, she didn't even seem to realized that Cartman was grinning the same way he did back in the alleyway the day she and Bebe had followed him.
Eric slowly connected with Wendy and she moaned loudly, caring little if other heard. Her only desire in the world at that moment had become true, and it was only going to get better from there on.
The night of the alleyway. The night he placed the last cog into the machine and watched as it started to turn. After Bebe dropped Wendy off, she was surprised to find Cartman at her house, waiting for her outside. At first she was afraid he was up to something, but these fears quickly dissipated from her after he mentioned Stan.
He played her like a fiddle, admitting that she deserved more. The blond girl slowly fell under his spell, realizing he was right, her mind now filled with expectations of her being with Stan shortly. He convinced her that all she needed to do was make Wendy talk with him.
So she did, but Wendy was a fighter, she wasn't like the other people in town, she was easily the smartest person in the whole of South Park. Before Eric arrived of course.
He told Stan about their encounter, knowing his natural ability to worry about everything would interfere. He would question her and she would shoot him down, not wanting him to get in the way.
That afternoon Wendy's uncle had had a slight problem at his house, quite coincidently, a man seen in the area was on the phone with Cartman. And so, the Testerburgers were out of town for the night. In the rush to leave they would leave money for their daughter to order out.
He had pulled a few strings and got a job at the only pizza place in South Park, becoming a delivery boy.
And so he came to reach Wendy's house, confronting her.
There he had the first opportunity to truly speak with her, one on one. He observed her surroundings, where she lived and how. She wasn't going to brake easily, so he left her with a metaphor, something to slowly crack at the inside of her brain.
Stan was already broken, his mind fractured, but he was a small piece to play on the chessboard, so he took him out with another small chess piece.
He spoke with Bebe a few days later, again using his charming powers on her, and made her realize that Stan was vulnerable, that they weren't going to last longer together.
He finished convincing her by telling her that he wanted to be with Wendy.
In the blond haired girls mind, this was enough for her to snap the thin line of respect for her friend.
She quickly seduced Stan's fragile mind and managed to sleep with him, liberating years and years of internal torture.
"Lie down big guy…"
Wendy muttered, her voice filled with passion, as she positioned herself over Cartmans body, placing her hands on his chest, her hair hanging over her face. But she had her eyes closed anyway, she was concentrated on slowly crouching down, feeling Eric enter her, slowly filling every space inside her. He was a big man. Her eyes rolled back as she flung her head back, her hair tossed around as she began to grind against him, oblivious that the young man was observing her in all manner of detail.
Wendy quickly realized that something was wrong with Stan. He was silent and distance with her, making her to worry about him.
Cartman new it would eventually lead to their rupture, but he needed to finish breaking her, finish destroying the walls of security she had build inside.
Bebe new what to do. She made Wendy think she was with Cartman, so she felt she had him controlled. All she had left was Stan to fix. What fixes a man better than lusty sex?
Then, his best card was played.
Make her hate Stan, her first peer in life and be betrayed by Bebe, her second peer, destroy her mental pillars and attack her exposed conscience, and what better way to do that than have Stan shot in front of her? And just to make sure the damage was more, make Kenny, a former best friend, shoot him.
He had paid the poor kid anonymously few days before, knowing he wouldn't resist.
Wendy was now boyfriendless, Bebeless and her heart torn to shreds. She was exposed. What would she do now? She had no one left.
Well, she did. The Jew.
Eric had made sure to get on Kyle's good side, he had begged forgiveness for his actions in a way that Kyle would have no reason not to believe him. He had spoken to him as an equal and helped him with some social problems he had, gaining his trust very quickly.
He cared little about the Jew's now; his rants when he was young were jut that, rants.
He knew Kyle would recommend him.
And so, his plan reached its end.
All he needed to do was talk to her. With no mental barriers, she was an easy pray, and so, he slowly began playing his mind tricks on her.
She fell for him fast, even when doubting herself.
What Cartman hadn't predicted was Stan waking up so soon and Bebe's more than questionable mental state.
But, as luck would have it, everything played for the best. Bebe died without exposing him, Wendy was all right, and what was even better, she had finally given in and fallen under his spell, enough to shoot Stan just to save him.
Eric looked down at the noirette on all fours, moaning with each thrust, one hand holding her hair and the other just barely keeping her upright, her mind melting with pleasure.
Once again, Cartman had won.
The whole town thought he was an admirable person, he had no weaknesses left, and the best thing was that Wendy was now his. She would never leave him, at least not willingly.
He smirked to himself realizing something.
He was unstoppable.
A few minutes later Wendy was once again kneeled before him. As Eric closed his eyes, breathing out, the girl opened her mouth, catching only a little bit inside.
He looked down at the noirette, her face and hair painted in his love.
She smiled at him, once again, with his own grin.
As she spoke her lips drooled with the substance that didn't belong to her. She cared little about that though, she felt herself lucky to be covered in it.
"I love you…"
Eric Cartman observed the semen-covered girl with a grin. His life was perfect and it was all thanks to one thing, something he had kept and evolved over the years, perfecting it. It was something he had deep in his heart.
The evil inside.
A/N: WOW! Now, if I do say so myself, that's an ending! And thus, we have reached the end on this Fan Fiction. Thank you all for reading up till the end. As I have said before, I hope you all enjoyed reading his as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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