I drove past many roads and finally reached my destination…the place where Kyle is being held captive.
I run to the entrance then decide not to barge in, so I ran to the back of the place. There was an entrance to the basement in the ground. I opened it and slid in.
"Cartman?" a voice said from behind me. I turned and Kyle stood behind me. He was battered up and his hair was dusty and looked as if it hadn't been cleaned for months. He had scars and burns every where. His eyes had bags under them and he wore the same clothes that he wore the day we went to the Cheese Cake Factory.
"Kyle," I said softly. Then I ran to him and hugged him tightly. "Damn Jew, do you have any idea on how much I've missed you?" I asked.
"Cartman, I missed you," Kyle cried.
We escaped and headed back to South Park…
I awoke in the hotel room I checked into last night. Tears had been falling from my eyes all night. I guess it was because of the dream. Kyle…Kyle…Kyle…where are you? A sigh escaped my lips as I got out of bed so I could leave and head off to look for Kyle.
Once I was back on the road I looked at how much longer I had until I go to the place where Kyle was being held captive. It read, on my GPS, six hours. I grunted and continued toward the destination.
{Six hours later}
Finally, I reached the place. I knew I had to park somewhere else and not close to the place he was in. So I drove around the corner and parked there. I pulled a gun out of the glove compartment and hid it under my coat. Then I headed to the small hut.
I entered the place and found no one. All I found was a note that was left for me to find:
If you ever want to see your lover boy again,
You will avoid any contact with him
Until we have returned him to you.
Once you read this call:
XXX-XXX-XXXX
Tears escaped my eyes and I crumpled the note in my fist. All I could think of is planning the person's bloody demise. My poor Kyle was being held captive and I had no trace of where he was.
I dialed the number into my phone and called. "Hello," the usual voice answered.
"Your note," I said softly.
"Ah, yes…you have one more job to do before we return this boy to you," he said.
I sighed then forced out, "What do you want me to do?" I asked.
"You pay us one million dollars cash and he will be returned to you unharmed," he said.
My jaw dropped. "Till when do I have to get you the money?" I asked.
There was a long pause before he answered. "I will have someone waiting for you at the Central Park this up coming Saturday." He said then hung up.
I ran to the car and headed back to South Park to gain all the money I needed…
I cried quietly and whispered, "Kyle, we'll be soon together…I promise,"