Märchen Chapter 11
It's been a week since Eric and Kyle came out publicly, and in that time Ulla took it upon herself to continue Kyle's training during the nights leading up to the attack. His determination alone signaled to her that he was far more powerful than she had previously believed. Their initial fight was honestly no indicator of his true strength, and she could see that now. Even though they were still using the old warehouse in the same settings, she could tell that Kyle was somehow improving at a faster rate. It got to the point where he cornered her more than she cornered him. Ulla knew that she was out of practice, but his winning average was getting uncanny.
Especially the night when they practiced outside in the center of town; it was late and no one was awake at that point, the streets were completely empty. Ulla assigned Kyle to stop her from getting to a certain point A from a specific point B, and to her surprise it took Kyle all of 10 minutes to intercept her at the middle point. She could tell he wasn't holding back at all, as though the need for such restraint was now null and void. As if he found freedom in her being his sparring partner, and she had no idea why.
He was getting so strong that by the end of their last night training session hours before the attack, Kyle had to give Ulla a piggy back ride home since he basically outperformed her in every regard. But Ulla got a few good nicks in; his bloodied face gave evidence of her performance.
"You're going to be able to move tonight, right?" Kyle asked from underneath, shifting his weight so that he could adjust Ulla more comfortably.
"I'll be able to walk by the time we get there." Ulla assured, resting her chin on Kyle's wild curls as she narrowed her eyes coyly, "Thanks for the ride home" she hesitated before she changed her tone, "… you can tell you've grown stronger, right?"
"Yeah, Thanks to you." He looked back slightly, his grateful grin contrasting with the stream of blood coming from his temple.
Ulla furrowed her face in curiosity as she asked, "I was going to ask you about that actually… why have you improved so much? I think you've grown stronger in these past seven days than you have in the week or so Christophe trained you."
"Well, honestly Christophe didn't challenge me quite like you have. It was all just drill work, and technique of course. He didn't give me full on missions like you have." Kyle admitted, his voice trailing slightly as he pondered over his estranged mentor.
Ulla laughed slightly as she kicked her feet playfully from Kyle's sides, "You were able to bring home that bag of Chinese food from the center of town in 10 minutes flat. That's damn impressive."
Kyle smiled again as he looked up at the night sky with a hint of pride in his voice, "I'm pretty sure I could try out for track and make it in by this point."
"I'm sure you could too!" Ulla cheered, lifting her head up in confidence, but then held the redhead closer as she resumed her inquiry, "But why Kyle? Why the drastic improvement?"
Kyle looked back down at where he was stepping, he was almost at the end of the field where the start of the Karmichael's development began. Cautiously, he looked straight ahead again as he reasoned, "Well… for one it was weird fighting Christophe when I started to get the impression that he had ulterior motives about our sessions, and our most recent encounter proved my suspicions." He exhaled in disappointment as he tried to clear his mind of Christophe's attempt at seducing him. Shaking his head slightly he continued, "But you're not like that. I can just tell that your motives honestly have nothing to do with me, as though you personally have a stake in this and you're just fighting with me… not for me."
Ulla placed her head back onto Kyle's red tufts, "You really feel that way?"
"Well is it the truth?" he sounded from below her, shifting his weight again as he trudged down a hill onto one of the Karmichael's neighbor's yards.
"I'm not fighting for you." She confirmed with no doubt in her voice. Shaking her head in disbelief she giggled slightly, "Why would I? You don't need me," she laughed again as she continued. "If anything, I need you." Her voice maintained its lighthearted tone, but suddenly grew a tad melancholy, "But the only way I would need you is if you could fight for yourself. You're no good to me if you're weak. It's going to take immense strength to get through this and still maintain your relationship with him." She knew that Kyle was already aware of this fact, but then added her own personal concern, "I have faith in you. You have a strong heart… It's Eric that I'm worried about." She confessed, drooping down as though the literal weight of that statement was crushing her.
Kyle could feel the sudden change in weight, but the statement didn't cause him to falter in the least bit. Turning the corner in front of the Karmichael's house, Kyle responded confidently, "If anyone's will could survive this, his could." The front light suddenly turned on.
Looking onto the illuminated cement landing, Ulla fidgeted away from Kyle's back as she responded, "Hopefully you're right." The front door suddenly opened as Kyle lowered Ulla onto the ground. Both teens looked to the door to see who it was that walked out as they adjusted themselves from their trip.
It was Franz, and he certainly didn't look too pleased, "Well." He crossed his arms as he peered down at his girlfriend in distaste, "Tonight's the big night huh? And you don't need our help at all." He chided coldly from overhead.
Kyle avoided this conversation altogether by busying himself with cleaning up his bloodied face before walking back inside. But Ulla couldn't escape this so easily, so she pursed her lips apprehensively before responding, "It's not like that Franz, I told you why I wanted it to just be Kyle and me. This mission needs to be a tight one, and having too many people there with possible explosives being set would just hinder us. This needs to be about speed and the less people there, the better."
Franz angrily stepped off of the stoop as he confronted the recouping blonde, "I don't understand how I can't help you with speed." He threw his arms up as he argued, "I can incapacitate a whole crowd of people with just one round of bullets!" he raised his voice in confusion.
Ulla shook her head as she brought up a single hand to lay on her boyfriend's shoulder, "But setting up and breaking down your equipment would take time we don't have." Raising her head up to stare directing into the anguished boy's eyes she pleaded, "Please, you have a very important mission back here. Covering for us. That's probably the most important mission since Eric's supposed to be here during this time. No one has come looking for him for answers yet and it needs to stay that way." She pat his shoulder slightly.
"Yeah sure," he shrugged her off broodingly, "just leave me here with Nigel and Bert. We'll have loads of fun." He whined.
"You are so impossible." She rolled her eyes as she brisked past him, "This isn't about fun Franz just hang in there oaky? And if they tease you too much just tell me and I'll take care of it." She was about to walk up the steps, but then another voice rang out as the door swung open again, "Pfffh. Yeah Franz, Mama Ulla should make everything better."
A dark figure stepped out of the house, Eric. He was wearing a large trench coat which covered a good portion of his body, as though he was trying to conceal something. There was no doubt amongst the other three what that 'something' was.
As soon as Kyle heard Eric's voice he suddenly tuned back into their conversation, eyeing his significant other on the stoop as he took note of the rather large coat, knowing full well what was underneath it.
Looking down onto his three distracted friends, Eric closed his eyes in annoyance as he muttered, "Get fucking over it guys, seriously." He stomped down the steps as he made his way over to the driveway, "You guys know what it's for."
"It just seems like yesterday when we saw you in it for the first time." Kyle sounded as he walked in front of Eric's tracks, intentionally blocking him from leaving the yard.
Eric stopped once he saw his lover step out in front of him. He was unfortunately in his over-heightened state of alarm so any sort of affection that Kyle might give at that point couldn't be reciprocated. All Eric could do was preemptively stand there in front of his Jew, just waiting for him to make his move.
Kyle however knew that at this point this was all serious business; so as he looked up at his lover, his eyes met the empty voids with silent understanding. Yet with a slight smile, Kyle dared to bring his hand up to caress Eric's stern jaw, "Come back in one piece okay?"
Eric harrumphed smugly as he rushed past the redhead, "You're the one who should be cautious about coming back in one piece."
Kyle was left standing there with his arm protruding in the air, as though he didn't expect Eric to move so suddenly. But something about Eric dismissing him so frivolously enraged Kyle beyond belief, so with lightning quick speed Kyle reached down to his whip and lashed out at the departing brunette with all of his strength.
In a second's flash, Eric felt something strike his arm preventing him from moving any further. Something wrapped around his wrist so tightly that he could feel the blood clot within his hand as his circulation halted from the elbow down. Glancing down in confusion, Eric noticed that something was tethered around his forearm, something which was connected back to his furious looking Jew.
Eric smiled deviously as he felt Kyle yank on the whip, causing him to hobble back towards the house, "Very good Kyle, your target training has definitely given you an edge." By the time Eric had finished his little retort, Kyle had brought Eric all the way back onto the concrete sidewalk. Still eyeing down the larger boy, Kyle gave one final yank which caused Eric to lose his balance slightly as he stumbled back in front of his Jew.
Growing slightly irritated at the way Kyle was handling him, Eric quickly regained his composure as his bangs masked his aggravated glare. But as he stood back up in front of the enraged redhead, Eric smiled down maliciously as a thought ran into his head, "Very nice indeed, but pray tell Kyle," He raised his head up above the Jew, nodding his head in one direction as his bangs shifted out of the way, revealing his murderous stare as he threatingly peered down at his beloved, "Now that I'm standing right in front of you, how do you plan on preventing me from doing this?"
Kyle's eyes widened as he realized that he didn't have a plan of action now that Eric's hand was coming at him at full force to grip down onto his quaking throat.
Inhaling raggedly, the redhead desperately reached out to prevent his lover from strangling him completely; punching at the larger boy's arms and kicking at his planted feet.
"Your fancy whip work can't do anything for you if you're incapacitated Liebchen. You need to expect the unexpected. See the unseen." Gripping Kyle's throat even tighter Eric continued to lecture the struggling Jew, "You need to realize that once I'm wearing this thing, I can't be your ally anymore, and you need to treat me as such. Only once our mission is done can I go back to being your lover." He cruelly brought Kyle's face up to his own as he bit off, "Got it?"
Kyle spat on his face.
"You fucker!" Eric cried out before throwing Kyle down onto the ground in distaste. He then brought his sleeve up to wipe his face clean of Kyle's spit, "utterly disgusting." He commented to himself as he carried his sleeve away from his face, suddenly noticing that Ulla and Franz were staring down at him as though they too were ready to fight.
Smirking mischievously Eric concluded, "I can't have them ever think for a second that I have any sort of connection to any one of you. Especially you…" the larger boy moved to place his boot on top of Kyle's chest.
Still lying on the ground, more out of shock than actual defeat, Kyle suddenly felt the additional weight against his torso as he flashed his eyes open to confirm for himself that Eric was actually stepping on him.
But what Kyle saw wasn't Eric, oh no. There was no person behind that stare as Eric growled down, "Untermensch."
Kyle wasn't having any of that, oh god no. Flipping out from the ground, Kyle grasped onto Eric's leg as he twisted his entire body around, causing Eric trip from above, crashing down onto the lawn beside the sidewalk as the redhead quickly pounced on top of the fallen boy's body.
Flicking his knife out from his concealed pocket, Kyle shoved it against Eric's sweating neck, only a slight shift in direction would cause it to pierce the fatty tissue. With his other hand, Kyle gripped onto both of Eric's arms to pin them over the other's head, absent of its usual black cap.
Eric knew that the tables have been absolutely turned, and as he felt the cold hard metal plunge against his jugular vein, he immediately recognized that Kyle was indeed not the mild mannered Jew that he once knew. Not at all. As a matter of fact, as Eric looked back up at the crazed redhead panting sporadically above him, complete with fiery bile colored eyed staring holes into his head, Eric was convinced that his dearly beloved was in fact as ferocious as he himself was.
Kyle had become a killer, and that fact titillated him so.
Closing his eyes halfway, Eric smiled contently to himself as he hummed, "Perfect. I couldn't have asked for anything more." He opened his eyes back up; Kyle didn't change his expression as he held perfectly still.
"You couldn't have done this a month ago. I would have never believed that you could become so amazing. Utter perfection." Eric felt the hand Kyle was using to keep his own hands together slip. Using the opportunity, he moved one of his hands free from the grip to slowly cup Kyle's shaking face. "What caused this change? Did I do this to you? Why did you choose to forgo sanity?" he questioned longingly, still feeling the sharp metal dig into his throat.
Kyle understood that this was a genuine question, and as such felt the need to respond, "I didn't have a choice." He responded stoically, as though the answer was obvious and didn't warrant a change in expression, "Once I found myself outside the cave there was no going back." But then he smiled wickedly as he concluded, "Besides, it's not like I'm alone out here." he narrowed his eyes, allowing himself to let his guard down in front of his subdued lover. They both knew this whole fight was honestly for show, but at the same time they now knew that they couldn't necessarily take their feelings for each other for granted. Well, at least in these circumstances.
Nevertheless, their close proximity prompted Eric to bring his head up slightly to peck at his Jew's lips, his neck moving further away from the blade as he cupped the back of Kyle's head, twining his fingers into his favorite red locks. Kyle laughed slightly before returning the kiss, marveling at how ridiculous Eric was for doing this. Only a second ago did he mention that they should be considering each other enemies at this point, but nevertheless Kyle enjoyed the affirmation that they in fact were still on good terms and very much enamored.
Franz and Ulla kept watching from the cement.
"They're the only couple I know that can make out like that with a knife to the other's throat." Franz shook his head in disbelief.
Ulla turned away to walk towards the Jeep, "And they wouldn't want it any other way."
As soon as their make out session ended, Eric resumed walking towards a secret location where he'd be picked up by one of the members to escort him to the meet up place. A location in town that was far enough away from any sort of public activity to ensure that no would see either Eric or the car before they would set off for the attack that would take place.
But of course she had insisted to be in the same fucking car as Eric that night.
"Dear God Eric I've missed you more than anything you could ever fucking KNOW." Missy cheered out from her side of the car as she latched onto Eric with all of her might; as though the crazed girl didn't learn a god damned thing about touching him without his permission.
But Eric couldn't be too pissed at her; she did essentially assemble all of this on her own. So with a fake smile Eric brought his hand up to pat Missy's head lightly, "Oh I think I'd know. Seeing as though…" he swallowed a lump of nausea, "I felt the same way…"
Missy inhaled sharply as she snapped her head back up to stare at him in bewilderment, "You did?" she chirped. Her eyes grew larger and more… sappy-like, like some generic anime girl who just laid eyes on her first 'bishie', "I knew you'd miss me!" she cried out as she snuggled into Eric's arm even further. The uniform clad boy sighed even more as he continued to glare down at his aching arm. The same arm that Kyle had assaulted earlier.
He was through playing nice guy, so now he wanted some real answers, "Enough playing around Missy, I need you to fill me in on anything I didn't hear during the Skype meetings. I'm sorry I couldn't attend all of them, I needed to keep a low profile."
Releasing his arm suddenly, Missy mock saluted her superior as she listed off, "Yes! There will be six members including you and me who will be attending this mission. All material essential to this operation is being driven by the other three guys who are meeting us at the same location. The Synagogue has been inspected thoroughly and given the report, no surveillance will be taken place from the end of their last reflection hour at 11:00 to midnight." She concluded with a nod, as though she recited that list to herself the entire ride there to make sure she included every detail.
Eric took a mental note of that list and added, "Surveillance essentially begins at midnight. So unless there's someone in the Temple, we have one hour."
"It should be plenty of time," Missy assured, still caressing Eric's arm as the car continued its drive to their destination, "and if there are people in the temple… then they'll be our first victims!" she squealed in delight.
"Right…well." Eric dismissed suddenly, freaked out by her giddiness as he diverted, "We'll see to it that everything goes according to plan."
"Oh you don't have to worry about that," she prided as she closed her eyes smugly; "I have the locations of the bombs perfectly planned out! They are going to be planted at every significant point of structure so that when they go off, the whole fucking place crumbles to the ground!" she gripped onto Eric's arm even tighter.
She noticed that Eric was still distracted somehow, so with a small amount of annoyance she decided to reveal her little secret that she had been keeping from him since the beginning of their initial planning, "You and I don't have to do a thing actually." She announced in a false disinterested voice, "My four men have all of the 'grunt work' covered." But then gained back her enthusiasm as she continued, "I have a perfect place where we can sit and watch as the whole place crumbles! Won't it be romantic?" she squeed as she rested her head against Eric's unwelcoming shoulder, "Imagine if there's a family inside! We'll get to listen to their pathetic screams as the kids get toppled by chunks of cement blocks while the parents have to sit there and helplessly watch as their kids die! Ooh Ooh Ooh! Or vice versa! The kids get to watch as their parents die! OR THEY ALL DIE AT THE SAME TIME! Please let there be a family there!"
Eric just laughed nervously as he continued to look out the window, barely tolerating Missy snuggling up against him as images of the Broflovski family flashed though his mind. Kyle and Ike being crumpled by the falling rocks as Sheila and Gerald watch on helplessly. As he watches on helplessly.
Then, as though she could somehow read his mind, Missy sounded out from his side "Or better yet…if that red haired kike shows up again…"
Eric turned around, donning and even more aggravated death stare as Missy continued, "If he shows up, I'll make sure dies as painfully as possible." She crashed her hand down onto the side of her seat as she dug her dirty fingernails into the pseudo leather, "He stopped us from completely trashing the place last time, he ruined our PLANS." She growled, letting go of Eric as gripped both sides of her seat.
"And for that he must PAY." She ranted even further, spinning her head around as she stared at the larger boy on her side, "He got in your way Eric. Don't you remember him? Don't you remember his face?" she smiled maniacally, her blood red eyes reflecting off of a passing car's headlights for a brief second as she bragged, "I do. I see it every night before I go to bed. And when I dream, I dream of slicing up that face before severing his head completely." She snapped. Eric continuing to glare at her from above, not letting her words get to him as he listened on.
"Wouldn't it make a nice trophy?" she puffed in amusement as she rested her head back onto the seat, "That Jew's head?" she commented again, narrowing her eyes as she cruelly insinuated, "That light skin of his…would make a nice Lamp Shade."
"Enough." Eric sounded out as he looked away shamefully, "Don't focus on such trivialities." Watching as more and more trees surrounded their car he added, "We have more important matters to think of. God forbid they do show up, we need to stop them. Not play with them." He whipped his head around to make sure Missy knew how serious he was about her behavior.
Missy could tell that he wasn't joking, so with a painful expression she whined, "But it would be fun."
"Missy, do you want to stay in the car?" Eric warned, gripping his hand into a fist as he raised it up as a threat.
Catching the sight of Eric's fisted hand, Missy shied away from her beau as she chirped, "No sir."
"Good girl."
There in fact were a couple of people at the Synagogue during the last reflection hour: the Rabbi who insisted to stay until the last group of people left, a small family of three who decided to beat the crowd by attending the prayer session at night, and an elderly man who couldn't fall asleep that night and decided make use of his time.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I just want to inform you that there are only 15 minutes left in this prayer session before I need to close up the doors. I invite you all to come back tomorrow during our regular hours to join the festivities. Thank you, and have a peaceful night. שנה טובה ומתוקה."
"שנה טובה ומתוקה" The adults responded quietly, resuming their prayer as he proceeded to shut off some accessory lights and locked up some of the side entrances.
Unbeknownst to him however, were the two extra guests present in the synagogue who were watching down on him from the rafters with ever present vigilance.
"How long do you think he's going to stay here?" The blonde whispered to the boy next to her, keeping as still as possible as the old man left his pew and proceeded to exit the temple.
"I don't know, but I know he'll probably go downstairs at one point, maybe we can trap him down there." The redhead responded hopefully, taking note of the small family who had started to gather their belongings, also exiting the building before any harm was done.
"How much time do we have now?" Ulla asked, knowing Kyle's cell phone was probably more accessible than hers.
But as Kyle flipped open his cell phone to check the time; he noticed that a large foreboding message had popped up reading "SERVICE NOT IN AREA".
"They communicated with cell phones." One of the members spoke up as he flicked on the big black machine located inside the car, "This should jam up all cell phones from a mile radius; so if anyone is inside that temple, they can't call for help or even communicate with each other for that matter."
"Perfect!" Missy chirped as she grabbed a bag from the back seat of the car, "They're all essentially trapped." Hauling the bag out of the car, she turned her head in the direction Eric was standing. He was looking downhill from where they parked their car; a good distance away in case anyone had been present.
Swinging the bag over her shoulder, she hopped merrily as she sang out, "Hey Leebchan! Whacha lookin at?"
Eric cringed when he heard Missy butcher that word; she had obviously heard him call Kyle that and believed it was directed towards her. She must have googled it, "Don't call me that ever again." He warned sternly, "Not until you can speak German fluently." Which would be never.
"D'aw…" Missy whined as she learned against Eric's side, "Aren't you going to teach me?"
"That depends," He watched a car and small minivan depart from the site, subsequently sighing internally in relief, "If you can show me how well you execute this tonight."
"Oh well then you better bust out those grammar books," she cheered as she brought her bag from her shoulder, reaching inside to grab one of the items, "because 'Execute' is the name of the game tonight!"
Eric looked down amusingly as he asked, "What kind of explosives did you bring anyway?" glancing at her hands to see what she pulled out.
But what she brought out didn't look an explosive of any kind, if anything it looked like a doll.
Missy looked down at her creation pleasingly, "I packed these things full of C4 which was donated by Josh's dad over there, a state cop." After admiring it for a second, she turned her head to Eric as she commented, "What do you think of them, aren't they cute?" she knelt down to open the bag further revealing more than a dozen more of the little dolls.
Eric picked one of them up gently. It had a head full of red yarn curled up in a big mess of curls, complete with a little makeshift white cap and generic army uniform. She even gave them all green beads for eyes with little angry faces and fangs. Eric didn't know whether to laugh out loud or beat her over the head with one of them. He couldn't help but smile however, Kyle must have really pissed her off to make her go and pull something like this off. He looked at one of the little Kyle doll's hands, it even had a whip.
Missy saw that Eric was admiring her work with great amusement, so she decided to point out, "Their whips are actually the fuse. Did I think ahead or what?" she tentatively grabbed the doll away from Eric to put it back in the bag, "that way if he shows up he'll know that I'm after him specifically."
Well that way of thinking couldn't take place, "Missy, you can't think that way." Eric had to change his tone from amused to condescending, "You aren't after that kike specifically! You're after the temple! How much time did it take to make these things? Imagine the planning that could have taken place instead!" he lectured, wanting to grab that bag away from her and just call it a night.
"Oh…" Missy's enthusiasm flagged as Eric berated her, "I just thought that he pissed you off, that's all. When you got to the temple he was there pinning me down and preventing us from finishing. He certainly pissed me off." She growled, gripping the bag even tighter as she ranted, "More than just pissed me off actually, he enraged me! I'm going to FUCK HIM UP if I see him again. Coming in between our plan like that. Making us look like fools…"
"Missy, what are you talking about?" He whipped around to yell down at the prostrated girl, "We won that battle! No one was made into a fool." He shook his head and directed his attention back towards the darkening temple, "Now listen, stop focusing on that no good ginger jew and instead focus in on how many of those dolls you should put at each post."
"Two at each, I already did the math." Missy assured.
Eric furrowed his eyes at her immediate response, "I don't know if I can trust your math…"
"No it's okay," she continued to explain, "I had one of the contributors look over it. He's a contractor." She bragged.
Eric stood corrected, "Oh… okay."
Missy screwed her face up in concern. She could tell Eric was acting different. Probably because he'd been so far away from all the action and now that he was back, he was nervous about everything going as planned, "I know you're nervous. But you need to trust me!" she got back onto her feet as she held his hand contently as the half moon shone down on them slightly. His silver accents gleamed off of the pale light once more as she marveled at his archaic magnificence; the blackness of the garb, the streak of red contrasting against the dark surroundings. "I'm going to make sure that everything is okay so that you can come back to Nebraska and we'll be able to be together forever."
Eric smirked, knowing that would never happen.
Missy could tell that he wasn't too convinced. So to boost his spirit, she snuggled in close and prodded, "Besides, now that you're my boyfriend I want to take you to meet the rest of my family!"
Eric tensed as soon as that word was spoken, frowning immensely as he looked down at Missy in pure terror and hatred.
Missy mistook his horrified expression and sighed in amusement, "Don't worry; they're not that bad. I'll make sure we get enough alone time as well…"
By the time the congregants had left the temple, Ulla and Kyle only had about five minutes to get the Rabbi out of harm's way before the attack would start.
"What should we do!" Ulla cried out under her breath, "He's just checking pews and windows! We need to get him downstairs away from any action!"
"I have an idea," Kyle suggested, taking a deep breath before finishing his thought, "but I'm going to have to use a gun."
"A gun?" Ulla whipped her head around hectically, "What are you aiming at?"
"The stairs to the downstairs offices." He brought out his gun to make sure that the clip was full, "I need to make it seem that a noise came from down there so that he'd check it out."
"He might just call the cops." Ulla warned.
Kyle huffed in false amusement, "Check your phone. There's no service here."
"What!" Ulla called out, shifting her weight so that she could access her phone to check for herself.
"It just happened. I'm not sure why." He replied, locking back his clip before disabling the safety.
"That's odd, well then go ahead and aim for the staircase." She focused her attention to where he needed to aim.
"I intend to." Kyle inspected his gun one last time before holding it out in front of him. Christophe gave it to him for extreme measures, knowing that his missions weren't intended for murderous purposes but knowing how important it was if he really needed it.
"Are you a good shot?" Ulla asked incredulously.
"We'll find out." He lined his gun up with the entrance to the staircase, saying a silent prayer before pulling the trigger. Feeling the gun go off in his hand surprised him, but the subsequent PANG that resonated throughout the temple was even more daunting.
"Holy hell what the hell was that?" the Rabbi ducked as he heard a loud bang come out from the far right corner of the temple, "Is someone setting off firecrackers? Is that the prank now?" he angrily spoke out to the emptiness. "Well we'll just see about that now, won't we?" he charged over to the stairwell to investigate.
"QUICK! Here's your chance! Get down there and jam the door!"
"Right!" Kyle hopped down as soon as his Rabbi descended the stairwell. Hitting the floor the way he was taught to do, the redhead ducked and rolled as quietly as he could before scooting down the main aisle. On his way to the door he spotted a collapsible chair leaning against a handicap aisle which he deemed perfect for jamming the door with. Grabbing onto it, he stealthily scrambled over to the entrance and firmly placed the chair directly under the door handle so that it jammed the door from being opened up from the other side.
Smiling to himself, Kyle reached over to the main light switches and flicked off every one of them so that if the Rabbi walked back up the stairs and looked into the little door window, nothing could be visible from the other side.
Yet as Kyle dared to peer inside the little window himself, he couldn't see any signs that the Rabbi was even down there. The stairwell and connecting hallway were pitch black themselves.
Having all of the lights turned off, the only source of light coming into the Temple was from the overhead windows lining the sides of the walls. Since the moon wasn't that large, it was only bright enough to outline where specific objects were, but did not illuminate them fully. The only objects reflecting off of Kyle were his hat, medal, and white auxiliary belt.
"FeuerTiger!" Ulla cried out from the other side of the temple, obviously in fight mode as she carefully brought out her coil, "I can hear them, they're outside placing some of the bombs around the temple already!"
Kyle hopped over the first pew and ran down the aisle as he huffed under his breath, "Well you go out there and make sure they aren't lighting any of them! I'll stay in to make sure no one gets to the Rabbi."
"Okay, if I need you I'll give the signal. Did he teach you how to do it?" She rushed to the door stealthily, opening it slightly to see if anyone was directly outside.
"Like a pro. Now go!" Kyle responded, ducking behind a pew in an ambush position before Ulla opened the door up all the way and disappeared into the night.
"Are there any signs of people here?" Eric called out from side of the temple where he watched his goons place the little Kyle bombs in pairs as they lined each set with wire, "Or were those last two cars that left a while ago it?"
"There's still a car in the parking lot," a voice sounded from behind him, the scout that he placed a distance away in case of any unforeseen intruders happened to travel up this way, "Someone is still inside there."
Ulla and Kyle couldn't be that stupid, "What kind of car." He asked. Not wanting to hear any description that could even possibly signal a Jeep.
"Some foreign coupe. Nothing special." The guy reassured. Eric gave a sigh of relief before returning his attention back onto the temple; Missy helping out the last group of thugs get the dolls together.
"Okay, well get those fuses linked so that we can detonate it from a distance, I want to make sure there are no injuries tonight. The ambush last time slowed us down, let's not let anything like that happen again." He dismissed, watching on as the last link was fused and all four of them returned to Eric's side in a hurry for the final detonation.
Missy had the detonator in hand as she squeed, "OH MY GOD WE'RE ALMOST READY." But then her joyous tone turned sour as she turned around to her four goons and growled, "GO SOMEONEWHERE ELSE. THIS IS OUR SPOT!"
Eric just rolled his eyes as he signaled for the other guys to step back a couple of yards. Mumbling to themselves, the goons stepped back a good ways away before Missy was satisfied enough with the distance in between them.
Shivering with anticipation, Missy clutched onto the detonator before humming, "Hmmm! Just give me the word darling and you and I can set this place ablaze!" she grasped onto Eric's hand and gently placed it over the button.
But Eric didn't budge just yet; he was still looking at the temple as though something was missing.
Missy had a slight clue as to what was distracting him, looking at the temple herself she puffed, "Yeah, I'm kind of upset that they didn't show up either." Smirking sinisterly she added, "I really wanted that no good red-haired louse to take a look at my handiwork before his whole Jew church fell on his head."
Eric however knew that Ulla and Kyle were in fact inside the temple, he was just waiting for the signal which would tell him that Ulla got to the fuses before they would press the detonator's button. She told him that she would have them all cut before the button would even be pressed.
Letting another minute pass, Missy started to get a tad irritated as did the goons behind her. Mumbling impatiently, the crazed girl gritted her teeth, "what are you waiting for… let's do this."
Suddenly out of the corner of his eye, Eric saw some movement on the corner of the roof. Turning his head to where he saw the black flash, he suddenly saw a hand protrude from above; in it was a white flower. As soon as it protruded, the hand dropped the flower and Eric watched on as a White Rose fluttered to the ground. No one else took notice of this event as they focused in on Eric as he smiled to himself.
"Alright," Eric turned his head as he smiled down onto the anxious girl, "Go ahead." He closed his eyes as he felt Missy grip his hand even tighter.
Grinning maliciously at her beloved, her blood red eyes flared up before she quickly turned her head back to the Temple as she announced, "Say Good Night Pests!" Not hesitating for another second, she slammed both her and Eric's hand onto the detonator. Yet after a second or two of silence, the crazed girl was heavily dismayed when the only sound she heard after those couple of seconds were her own anxious breaths.
Eric still had his eyes closed, still giving off a smug grin which she didn't catch as she was still fixated on the still standing temple.
"What's wrong?" one of the voices sounded from the back.
"Why didn't it go off?" another one cried out.
"SILENCE!" She shrieked back at the men, enraged as all hell that her anticipated 'boom' wasn't delivered as expected. Glaring back at the temple she ranted, "There must have been a glitch! One of you BLOCK heads must have set something up wrong." She threw her detonator on the ground and stormed back towards the temple, pulling Eric along as he begrudgingly complied.
"But you were there to inspect every one of them! They were all set up according to the blueprint! It should have gone off without a hitch!" One of the goons replied.
Still being pulled by Missy, Eric couldn't help himself as he smirked, "Must have been sabotaged."
Missy stopped dead in her tracks as she whipped her head around to meet the larger boy's dark eyes, "No… you don't think…" she glared back at the Temple in shock.
Eric grabbed his hand back as he pointed out the frayed wire coming up from one of the bunches of dolls, "I can see it from here, someone cut the wire."
"What?" Missy cried out as she ran over to the one group of dolls.
Eric stood back and instructed the four guys, "Stay with Missy, I'm going into the temple to see if anyone is inside." He proceeded to head off in the opposite direction, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his gun to show that he meant serious business.
The other four guys nodded as they watched Eric cock his gun and rush off towards the entrance; pacing in the opposite direction they quickly joined Missy as she ran off to the next set of dolls, "They're all cut! How the hell did this happen!"
The four grunts joined the crazed girl on the ground as the one goon from the back sounded out, "They must be here! Who else would ha-" and then suddenly he was cut off.
"Huh?" the other four looked back to see their friend passed out cold on the ground.
Missy's eyes furrowed in anger and confusion as she got up off the ground and muttered, "It can't be…"
"GWAH!" But as soon as she got to her feet, she heard the other three goons yell out at the same time as they too crumpled to the ground, unconscious as their blank stares looked back up at her in bewilderment.
"What is going on…" Her eyes expanded in terror as she looked at her guys around her, trying to place what had happened to them as she lowered herself onto the ground to inspect their bodies. Rolling one of the them over, she noticed something shimmer near one of the goon's shoulders. It was a long piece of metal, as thin as a needle, sticking out of the back of his neck where his spine met his skull. Feeling around it, she quickly realized that it had been masterfully placed on a nerve bunch which had to have paralyzed him.
Breathing quickly as her heart started to pace, she inspected the other three goons to see that they too had the same wire sticking out of their neck.
"Where are you!" she screamed, covering the back of her neck as she looked up towards the roof, "You must be up there to have aimed it so perfectly!"
"Was up there. But now I'm down here." a foreign voice sounded up from behind the frightened girl.
Missy swung her head around but couldn't react fast enough to stop Ulla from swooping down to deliver a kick to her face.
Eric glared up at the temple's entrance, knowing full well that his Jew was probably still inside of it protecting the interior from any and all intruders. Smirking in anticipation he took a couple of slow steps up the concrete stairwell before stopping in front of the wooden doors. Pretty amazing that a just a little more than a week ago this whole place was lined with Graffiti; but that wouldn't mean a thing if Ulla and Kyle couldn't prevent Missy from wiping this whole place off the map.
Placing his gun in his other hand, Eric slowly reached down to open one of the wooden doors before stepping inside the dark Temple placing one boot in front of the other in slow increments.
It looked empty, or at least that was the first thought that ran through Eric's head before he started to fully inspect the place. But after a couple more steps towards the altar he could hear a faint sound coming from up above him. This was confirmed when he took a look up at the rafters and saw a shadow shift from one point to another followed by a whosh from out behind him.
Eric quickly turned around to see where the shadow had dropped; his eyes adjusted to the darkness as he eyed down the figure crouched down a few feet in front of him. Mere seconds later, Eric immediately identified who the shadow was once he gazed at the bloodied Israeli uniform and desecrated medal.
Kyle could see Eric as well, but the black uniform didn't catch him off guard like before, his bile eyes instead focused in the larger boy's cold expression. Yet out from the corner of his eye he could spot something different; something out of place shimmering in Eric's hand, and when Kyle turned to focus in on it, he realized that it was in fact a gun.
"What's that for." Was all he said, pointing to the gleaming black metal in his lover's hand.
Eric looked down to his hand as he brought up his gun to his mouth, smirking deviously as he ran his tongue down the shaft, "What's it look like?"
Kyle sneered in distaste, "This is no time for those kinds of jokes. Have the bombs been dismantled? What about the rest of your men." He instinctively reached for his whip.
Taking a step towards his daunting looking Jew, Eric placed his gun back into his coat pocket before responding, "Spinnennetzt took care of the bombs already; the men should be down too. Your temple is safe, but as for you..."
Eric stopped when he was only a foot away from his dear trembling red head, "You're all alone in here aren't you?"
Kyle took a step back as he snarled, "Stop messing around, you're my enemy in that thing remember? If you come any closer I'll be forced to fight you."
Tisking as he shook his head in disapproval, Eric chucked maliciously as he teased "Don't want the big bad wolf to get you now. Or in this case-" he brought his hand out to caress Kyle's flushed cheek, "Shark…"
"Stop." Kyle slapped Eric's hand away as he brought out his whip, "I don't like you touching me in that thing, acting as if you're somehow superior. I don't want to get in another argument with you over this, just go back outside and gather your fallen members and get out of here. I don't want to keep my Rabbi locked down there for long."
"A shame." Eric exhaled in disappointment, bringing his hand back to his side as looked away towards one of the beams of dim moonlight coming into the Temple, "Seeing you like this is honestly thrilling to me, if anything…" he glared back to his Jew, "I actually want to fight you…" He brought out his gun mockingly, "I mean… if you think you can take me on…"
Kyle actually smirked at that comment, realizing that Eric was actually being serious. He could tell by the way Eric was glaring at him that he actually viewed him as an equal opponent. Figuring that Ulla was still fighting some of the goons, Kyle took a step back and coaxed "Bring it Tubby." before unraveling his whip in a battle position, bracing himself for whatever attack his opponent would bring.
"You'll eat those words…" Eric raised his gun to meet with Kyle's head, "Liebchen."
But before he could put his finger on the trigger, he felt a sharp sting rip through his arm followed by a subsequent CRACK.
"GAH!" Eric cried out, cradling his hand into his chest before hearing his gun fall to the marble floor. Whipping his head up to locate where Kyle went, he suddenly realized that the redhead wasn't in front of him any longer, but as he felt a whoosh come up from behind him, it didn't take him long to find out where he went.
Growling as he predictably reached out behind him, Eric was met with a hard kick to the chest as Kyle leveled him to the floor. A dusty boot print was imprinted onto his dark jacket as Kyle moved his boot up to smash into the larger boy's neck.
"HIsssss…." Eric seethed through his teeth as his eyes bulged out of his head, slowly suffocating as he reached out to grab Kyle's leg in desperation, "what are you doing…" Eric croaked as heard Kyle's smug little laugh.
"Fighting you what does it look like?" In a flash Kyle jumped up and curled his leg back so that as he landed, his knee went straight into Eric's stomach.
"ACH!" Eric cried out, nearly passing out from the pain. Kyle was still pinning him down at that point, and as he felt most of the wind escape his lungs, Eric realized that it probably wasn't such a great idea to challenge Kyle like this. Especially after he'd been trained by not only Christophe, but Ulla as well.
Yet he couldn't give up that easily, it had been his dream to see Kyle crumble before him. And even though that dream had been put in the back burner due to their newly found relationship, in the back of Eric's mind, that goal had never really dissipated.
Feeling the immediate threat of his defeat, Eric allowed for his anxieties to get the best of him and suddenly felt his blood run colder as he flashed open his eyes, revealing the barren dark voids that characterized his alternate persona so definitively.
Kyle took notice of Eric's change immediately and suddenly realized that the larger boy's hands were not subdued. But before he could reach out to pin them down, Kyle felt Eric wrap both of his arms around his waist before flipping him down onto the ground. Eric's weight alone ensured that Kyle couldn't move out from under him as the larger boy took both of Kyle's hands and pinned them up above his head.
Christophe and Ulla were never this heavy, and for some reason none of the escape tricks that he had learned were working. It was as though Eric's strength doubled in this state, and as Kyle continued to struggle beneath the larger boy's oppressive weight, he managed to glare up at the brunette's eyes to see if he really was in fact in his altered state.
But as Kyle's fiery eyes locked in with Eric's hollowed pools, he could actually feel his soul grow weaker as the Nazi from his nightmares grinned back down at him.
"HOW COULD YOU BE DOING THIS!" Missy cried out as she fell to the ground clumsily, feeling the wires tear at her flesh as she attempted to crawl back onto her feet, "You're so beautiful! You have such light hair and beautiful violet eyes!" she looked around to see if she could spot the girl again, "I crave to achieve that kind of beauty! So Aryan, so perfect." She continued to praise, inching over to the front of the Temple to join her beloved inside, "How could you be fighting us when we essentially worship your kind!"
Ulla watched on in annoyance as she tuned out what the estranged girl was saying; knowing all too well the insanity and hypocrisy behind those claims.
"You speak German too!" Missy attempted to pluck the embedded wire from her arm, "Are you from Germany? You should talk to my boyfriend! He can speak German too!" she managed to loosen it slightly, but as she went to remove it, the wire just cut into her finger instead. More blood poured onto the cold marble as Missy whined, abandoning her arm to hobble out of the wire attached to her pant leg.
"Don't tell me that you're with that no good ginger jew!" Missy cried out again, stepping out of the access wire before bending down to gently remove it from her ankle, "Don't waste your effort!" but the wire was digging into her ankle as well, and as she learned from her wrist, she decided not to touch that either.
Ulla had enough of this racist bratty girl. Hopping down off of the roof one last time, the blonde girl made her presence known again as she focused in on her prey.
Missy turned her head as she noticed the black streak fall from the roof again, like a spider gracefully descending from a ceiling vent; "There you are!" she smiled genuinely, laughing to herself as she praised, "You really are so beautiful! What's your name?"
"Du bist so wahnsinnig." Ulla called out before flicking out another coil, flinging it towards the crazed girl in a latch ditch effort to shut her up.
"Vanzinig?" Missy replied in confusion as the wire tightly wrapped around her neck, "That's a weird name."
Ulla just grinned in amusement as she pulled the wire taught, "Sei ruhig!" she demanded, walking towards the bleeding girl who was just smiling innocently back up at her, those red eyes still gleaming in their crazed state.
"so pretty… It's such a shame that you're fighting against us." Missy groaned, but then perked back up, "But that's okay! Because we'll never lose!" she suddenly flicked her arm in the air, and then all of a sudden the wire was disconnected from Ulla's hand to her neck.
"I always come prepared." Missy revealed a small knife connected to her wrist, "And hearing my boys talk about a girl who strung them up with wires signaled to me that I needed to bring something to break me free from your web. SO WATCH!" she cheered before cutting into her neck, not caring about the pain the knife caused her so long as the wires were dislodged from her flesh.
One cut after another, Missy freed herself of all of the wires embedded in her skin, but the cuts caused the crazed girl to bleed profusely from each one of her freed ligaments, "You can't hurt me Vanzinig, because no one can!" she giggled again before turning around to run up the marble staircase, blood trailing behind her as she turned back one last time, "CATCH ME IF YOU CAN!".
"Okay, you've made your point. You can get off me now." Kyle coughed out from beneath his oppressor, feeling as though Eric was taking this a bit too far and that this wasn't just some idle challenge anymore.
But Eric didn't budge, only continued to stare down aimlessly at his Jew, "I'm far from making my point Jew. You can't just give up so quickly. I'm your enemy now remember? If you give up that means I win, and if I win that means you're dead." He breathed down onto the redhead's flustered face, curling his lips into a wicked grin as he lowered his face to Kyle's, "Or at least, out of commission." He closed his eyes as he brushed his lips against his Jew's quivering mouth, their caps brushed against each other as Eric proceeded to nip at the redhead's moistened lips.
Kyle moaned out unintentionally as he struggled to temper his raging hormones, "No, not like this. This isn't fair, it's not consensual." He argued, knowing full well that even though this situation was uncalled for and freaking him out immensely, he was still growing hard under Eric's own tightening pants.
"Is it not?" Eric teased before pressing himself into Kyle's bulge, which he could tell was getting harder by the second, "You don't seem to be fighting it."
"You're taking advantage of the situation!" Kyle cried out as he felt Eric's hardness grind against his own.
"Fight me." Eric bucked into his Jew as he exhaled raggedly, "If you don't want this then fight me." He bucked again, pushing himself in between Kyle's legs.
"I shouldn't have to. Just stop." Kyle cried out pathetically, knowing full well that he wasn't sounding too convincing at that point.
Grabbing Kyle's hands with only one of his, Eric carried his free hand to Kyle's shirt as he started to undo the buttons, "I'm afraid I can't do that FeuerTiger."
Kyle continued to buck against Eric's hardened groin, "And why not." He bit his lower lip, ashamed that he was actually letting Eric do this to him in that uniform, in his own temple. But more than he felt ashamed was the fact that this was really turning him on. The monstrosity of it, how terrible it was.
"Because you're my captive and I have to teach you a lesson." Eric growled out, grinding his crotch into Kyle's ass even further as he grabbed at the auxiliary belt and started to undo that as well.
"Oh for god sakes…" Kyle cried out as he started to pant even harder, forgoing his dignity in place of his libido.
"Eric!" Missy yelled into the temple as she threw open the door, "There's a girl out here and…"
it was here. And Eric had it pinned to the floor.
Eric in an instant changed his demeanor from aroused to enraged as he carried his hand up from Kyle's belt to his throat, "DIE YOU FUCKING LOUSE!" he yelled down at Kyle, ensuring Missy that this assault was definitely out of aggression and nothing else.
But at that point Kyle was able to muster some of his strength back due to the fact that Eric had shifted some of his weight off of his waist. Using that opportunity, Kyle was actually able to bring both of his knees up to Eric's stomach, managing to stop the larger boys assault as he yelled "Not tonight lard ass!", focusing all of his strength in his legs before hurling Eric off of him in one quick thrust.
"Ergh!" Eric growled as he crashed against one of the pews; Missy running over to him as Kyle leaped away from his two aggressors on the opposite side of the pew.
"So we meet again, Oontermensh." Missy screeched, pulling Eric closer to her as she stared down at Kyle loathingly, "Well, I must say I'm not too disappointed that you came to our little party tonight, seeing as though all of this is essentially for you anyway." She bragged, reaching into her baggy pants pocket to retrieve something.
Eric opened his eyes once the shock of his landing wore off, and from what he could see Missy was above him with Kyle glaring at them both from the other side of the Temple. He also managed to see Missy reach into her pocket to retrieve something, but whatever it was it was hidden by her leg as she hesitated to bring it out all the way.
Kyle could tell that this girl was beyond crazy, but for some reason he could tell that she was also enthralled about something. This mix of angry and happy emotions coming from this insane girl nerved him greatly, so with immense caution he took a step back from her disturbing stare.
"That's right Pest. This whole night is about you, it's your going away party!" she cheered, reaching into her other pants pocket to bring out something else; her eyes thumping in blood red pulses as she held out the object in front of her face.
"And what's a going away party," Missy flicked it open and suddenly a large flame emanated from her hand, "without a party favor?" then in one quick motion she brought the other object up to the light.
Eric immediately recognized what the object was once the fire illuminated the red yarn and green beads, "Missy! NO!" he called out in desperation, but couldn't stop the crazed girl before she chucked the doll at Kyle at full force.
A flaming doll. That's what Kyle though it was at first. He thought that the crazed girl was so obsessed with beating him that she made up some doll of him to freak him out by lighting it on fire and throwing it at him.
But as the doll started to fall closer to him, he noticed that the fire was only coming from one source, and was climbing up something at incredible speed. It was only then when he realized that this doll in fact was a bomb.
Just as the fuse ended at the doll's hand, a white flash started to expand all around the doll as Kyle's eyes widened in horror. Ducking down beneath a pew, Kyle braced for impact as the doll exploded in a fiery explosion from up above.
"NO!" Eric cried out as the explosion erupted from the end of the pew, enveloping a large section of the temple's wall while dismantling several of the pews in its radius.
"AH HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH HAHHH!" Missy cackled as the fireball destroyed everything in sight, catching the tapestry on fire as the whole temple became illuminated by the blaze, "Burn into ashes you dirty jew. That's what happens when you get in the way of our plans, isn't that right Lee-" she didn't get to finish her monologue as she unexpectedly fell unconscious and slumped forward onto the marble floor.
Eric frantically looked down at the fallen girl; a needle glimmered from the back of her neck.
"HAIFISCH-" Ulla called out from the entrance, but then suddenly shifted focus when she realized that Kyle was somewhere in that fireball, "Oh my god." she ran towards Eric who was just staring into the massive pile of fiery rubble.
The uniform clad boy was breathing heavily, unsure if his lover was even alive at that point. But just as he was about to burst out into tears a voice came from above.
"You 'ave a choice."
Both Ulla and Eric looked up towards the direction of the voice, and to their shock Christophe was standing above the fire from one of the rafters; the immense flames illuminating his presence as he resumed his speech.
"You can save yourzelf by carrying out your members and dispozing of all of ze evidence before ze authorities show up…or you can save your Jew who ees currently buried underneaz zis pile of rubble. He might not even be alive, but eef you choose tzu save him you will not 'ave ze time tzu destroy ze evidence of your hate group being here. But eef you get your members out of here in time, zen you might be able tzu escape from zis with your anonymity still intact."
Eric hurriedly looked back towards the flame; he didn't even need to ponder for a second about which choice he was going to make. Scowling at the massive pile of rubble pinning down his beloved, Eric rushed past Ulla to barrel into the flames. Falling down in front of the pile, Eric began the painstakingly delicate process of removing the burning pieces of wood and hot concrete off of where he presumed Kyle to be resting. Feeling the flames lick at his skin while heavy globs of sweat ran down his face, Eric actually found himself praying for the first time in many long Godless years.
Struggling with one large chunk of concrete, Eric suddenly noticed that Ulla had materialized by his side, helping him push off the block, "ONE MORE PIECE OF WOOD! COME ON!" she then helped him grab a hold of the last large plank presumably pinning Kyle down.
Watching the two teens struggling to lift the piece of wood off of his injured or possibly even dead Jew, Christophe leaned against the rafter perplexed as all hell. He could tell that Cartman was actually worried, and worried to death. The kind of worried that a mother gets once she notices her child has gone missing while shopping in a large shopping mall. He could tell that Eric was having an internal battle about what he would do if when he lifted this piece of wood, Kyle in fact was not alive anymore.
With one last push, the piece of wood finally slid off and Ulla and Eric prepared themselves for what they were about to see. What they saw brought immense relief to both them as they gazed upon Kyle still in one piece, and from what they could see, not even burned.
"Oh god!" Eric cried out joyfully, lowering himself to scoop up his lover into his stiff and sore arms. Yet as he removed Kyle's limp body from the wreckage, his heart stopped when noticed that an abundance of blood had pooled underneath him.
"FUCK! We need to get him to a hospital and fast!" Ulla helped Eric get Kyle into his arms, feeling the fallen boy's neck to see if there was still a pulse, "He's alive, but he's fading fast, come on!"
They both climbed out of the flames as soon as the sprinkler system finally started up; the stale water dousing everything in the temple as they rushed out off the front doors.
Running down the marble stairwell, Ulla noticed something fall in front of her. A note.
Bending down to quickly unravel it, she immediately recognized the handwriting.
"These are directions to a secret hospital where you can bring Kyle without having any questions asked. Mention the name Jakartha and you shouldn't have any problems. I will take care of the followers and see to it that they get back to Nebraska without anyone having seen them. Tell Kyle that the Rabbi has also been taken care of.
For this kindness I only request one thing. See to it that Kyle survives. Thank You. – Chris."
Ulla exhaled raggedly as she gripped onto the note, turning around to instruct Eric, "Come on! I know where we can take him! Follow me to the Jeep!"
"Then let's go!" Eric weakly replied as she cradled Kyle further into his chest, not daring to look down at his Jew's deteriorating state as he followed the blonde girl back to the woods where the Jeep was concealed.
"Kyle!"
A familiar voice rang out as the redhead batted his eyes a couple of times before slowly waking up.
"Kyle come on, you promised you'd come!"
Kyle gasped as he sat straight up, looking at his environment in a daze.
The attack. The bomb. That girl.
"Dude, chill out. What happened? Have a bad dream?" the voice rang out again.
But Kyle wasn't at the temple, he was in his bed. In his room. He was home.
"What?" Kyle turned his head towards the voice, still confused as all hell as to how he got back to his house. But as he looked off of his bed towards the floor, who he saw confused him more than where he was.
It was Stan. Next to his bed. Smiling at him with that genuine smile that he hadn't seen in almost half a year. Those twinkling midnight blue eyes shining down on him like zephyrs in the night sky. The eyes that he fell in love with so long ago. A warm wave of nostalgia hit Kyle at full force which caused him to calm down significantly, relaxing back into his bed as he allowed Stan's gentle stare to envelope him in a comfortable cocoon.
"Yeah," Kyle exhaled reaching his hand out to rest on top of Stan's arm, making sure that he was really there. He could feel Stan's tough but sensitive skin underneath his touch, something he remembered all too well even after all this time away from him. Smiling contently, Kyle brought his emerald eyes up to greet his boyfriend, "You're really back aren't you?"
Stan perked his eyebrow in confusion, "What do you mean I'm back? Where did I go?" he reached up to tussle Kyle's red curls as he stood up to walk back towards the door, "Come on! You told me you were going to come and watch my scrimmage game today. Everyone will be there."
Kyle excitedly got out of his bed, but as his feet touched the floor, he suddenly noticed that he was already dressed to go out.
Odd Kyle thought to himself Wasn't I just asleep?
"Come on! I'll drive us there." Stan called out from the hallway.
Kyle perked back up, screwing his face in even more confusion as he too walked out into the hallway, "Wait… when did you get your license?"
"Uh dude, we've both had our licenses since the end of Junior year." The raven haired teen looked back towards Kyle in a mess of worry, "Damn, what else did you drink last night?"
Peering into his bathroom, Kyle managed to look at himself in the mirror, not noticing much of a difference in his appearance, "How… how old am I?"
"Kyle. We're seventeen." Stan called again, laughing suddenly as he commented "For god sakes, we have to make sure Kenny doesn't give you Tequila again."
Kyle shook his head slightly as he faced back towards the hallway. Looking down at his hand, he pitched his face to make sure he wasn't dreaming. He could feel it. This was real.
"Coming!" Kyle called out, smiling slightly as he exited the bathroom to run down the stairs in a mad rush. Laughing to himself, Kyle swung backwards to face his best friend again.
"That's more like it. Come on! I don't want to be late and they're all holding your place." Stan joined Kyle at the bottom of the step, reaching out to grab the redhead's hand before exiting the Broflovski household with Kyle in tow.
Closing the door behind him, Kyle looked back towards his best friend seemingly at awe. Everything was back to normal; as if Stan never dumped him and they just lived out their Junior year as if they were still together. Kyle looked around the neighborhood. It was a beautiful fall day, the crisp afternoon air felt good to breathe in as the trees bristled in the light breeze. There were even some flowers blooming. Everything was in perfect, pristine condition.
Heaven. Kyle was in heaven.
Well, not quite yet.
"Stan…" Kyle called out quietly, touching Stan's sport jacket on the shoulder, coaxing him to turn around.
"Hm?" Stan stopped in his tracks to look down at his significant other, but before he could turn around all the way Kyle gripped around his neck in a tight embrace.
Bringing his head up to meet Stan's warm inviting lips, Kyle closed his eyes as he breathed "I missed you" before delivering a heated kiss that melted his soul away.
Thankfully the private hospital wasn't too long of a drive, but by the time Ulla and Eric got there Kyle wasn't in too good of shape. Before Eric even got him through the door Kyle was as pale as a ghost; his vital signs showed little to no activity as the entirety of the staff moved to assist the literally dying Jew.
"Is there anything you can do for him at this point?" Ulla spoke up in desperation to the doctor who began analyzing whatever documents the Hell's Pass hospital's database had on Kyle's medical history.
"You told me there was an explosion." The doctor reiterated, knowing full well that due to the nature of his clients, more information was probably being withheld, "That much is obvious. Your friend Kyle suffered a severe laceration to his femoral artery. For an object to protrude that deep into his leg, the speed of the projector must have been going over 50 miles an hour."
"Oh my god, will he be able to walk?" Ulla cried out, doing most of the talking due to the fact that Eric was catatonically standing in front of the door to the ER.
The doctor shook his head lightly, "That is the least of your concerns. Kyle lost so much blood that he's in the middle stages of Cardiac Arrest. And according to his medical history…" The doctor pointed to his laptop screen. "He has the rarest type of blood available, AB-. Less than one percent of the population on Earth as AB- blood."
Ulla's eyes widened as she muttered, "Holy mother of God, do you have any here?" she looked towards the door over at Eric, not knowing what in the world was running through his mind right now.
"Maybe one pint… but from what I can tell Kyle would probably need over 4." The doctor informed bluntly, reading over more of Kyle's medical history before getting to the information regarding his Kidney Transplant. Narrowing in on a name, the doctor realized that Kyle had received his donor kidney from a boy in his home town. "Unless," the doctor pointed to the name on the screen, "You can somehow contact 'Eric Cartman' in the next…." The doctor looked to his watch, "10 minutes to come here and donate nearly half the volume of his blood supply."
"Wait." Ulla brought her head back in confusion, peering back over to Eric who was obviously not listening, "Eric has that same rare blood type?"
"Oh you know him? You should call him now, Kyle doesn't have much time and we still need to extract the blood from him which would take up even more time we don't have."
"Eric!" Ulla called out frantically to get Eric's attention.
Eric was in another world completely, but as soon as he heard Ulla call out his name he suddenly snapped out of it and turned his head back to where she was standing, his bloodied tear stained face meeting her furious expression as he simply replied, "what?"
"Stop moping around and start giving up some of your god damned blood!" she ran to grab him out from in front of the door, "That should have been the first thing you told the doctor when you got in here!"
"Blood?" Eric replied mindlessly, not understanding what she was talking about before a light bulb went off in his head. The only reason Kyle could have taken his kidney in the first place was because they shared the same blood type. "Blood. Oh god I can't believe I didn't realize!" life suddenly sprang back into him as he awakened from his depressed state to charge over to where the doctor was.
The doctor furrowed his eyes in bewilderment. Eric was still in his Nazi uniform and covered from head to toe in Kyle's blood. The sight was petrifying to say the least, "This is Eric Cartman?"
"YES! STICK ME UP!" Eric confirmed loudly as he latched onto the doctors collar as he intimidating shouted down at him, "HURRY FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!"
The doctor's eyes sunk into the back of his head as Eric lifted him off of the ground. Clutching onto his laptop, the frightened doctor delicately informed "You understand you'll be giving up more than one third of your blood supply, this would put you in danger too."
Eric's lowered his head melodramatically as his eyes flared up in their hollow state, "I don't give a fuck; take what you need!" He growled as he lowered the doctor back onto the ground.
Immediately running towards the door, the doctor used his card to open the lock, "Quickly! We don't have much time!" Eric followed the doctor inside, giving Ulla a quick smile before he left her to wait outside alone.
"WOOOO! WAY TO GO STAN!" Kenny yelled out from next to Kyle as his whole group of friends cheered on the Varsity team as they began their mid season scrimmage.
"This is so awesome! They're definitely going to win State Championship this year!" Bebe shouted as she waved her little 'Clyde' flag.
"Yeah, and Stan's in such great shape!" Wendy contributed as she looked back towards Kyle and smiled, "You're so lucky to be dating him Kyle; he's such a great guy!"
Kyle kept watching Stan's magnificent athleticism on the field, but suddenly realized that Wendy actually acknowledged his relationship. "Huh?" he looked down towards Wendy, "You know?"
Wendy giggled slightly before exclaiming, "Everyone knows Kyle! It's awesome that the President of the National Honor Society is actually dating the Senior Varsity Quarterback. It's like brain meets brawn!"
"You guys were so cute as the homecoming King and Queen this year. Stan was such a great sport wearing the tiara and all." Butters commented before blowing into his little noise maker.
"President?" Kyle questioned, "Homecoming King and Queen?"
This didn't make sense. Wendy was the NHS president, and since when did some backwards high school in the middle of Colorado recognize gay couples as possible homecoming court candidates?
Even more confusing was his group of friends. Kenny, Wendy, Bebe, Butters, Tweek, Thomas, Jimmy, and Jason. There were like, three different clicks hanging out with each other. And most importantly, there was someone very significant missing.
"Kenny." Kyle called out as he turned his attention away from the game at the exact same time Stan scored a field goal. "Where's Eric?"
"YEAH! WOOOOO GO STAN!" Kenny cheered before sitting back down to take another sip of his concealed beer, "Who?" he replied, not quite hearing Kyle right as he high fived Butters.
"You know, Eric." Kyle reiterated, looking around one more time, "Cartman?"
"Cartman?" Kenny whipped his head around in shock, "Kyle don't you remember what happened last year?" he asked as some stereotypical football cheer pumped out of the stereo system.
"No." Kyle shook his head in aghast, not really wanting to know.
"He disappeared." Kenny informed stately, taking another sip of his beer as he added, "Some say that once Wendy rejected him last summer, he just left South Park to go live with family in Nebraska. No one has heard from him since."
"Wait. So he's with Howard? Permanently?"
"Who's Howard? And when did you start caring about Cartman? You hated him."
Kyle turned his head back to the football field to watch as Stan suddenly waved to the stand, his beautiful eyes glimmering against the setting sun as he smiled up at him so happily. So predictably.
So fake.
Kyle narrowed his eyes in anger, "Kenny. This isn't…"
"Don't say it Kyle." Kenny interrupted, causing everything to freeze around him, "If you say it this whole world will come crumbling down and you'll never see it again."
Kyle looked around frantically at his surroundings; all his friends frozen as though they were only an image, "But, I don't want this world. Stan would never have the courage to walk up on stage and be my homecoming queen. Wendy would never just give up her title as NHS president. And Eric wouldn't just leave me here so easily!" he barked at Kenny who appeared to be the only real person here.
"But don't you wish it was like this?" he soothed, looking up at the peaceful blue sky as he suddenly made the surroundings change.
They were both back in Kyle's room, watching the beginning of this dream take place, "Look at how happy everyone is! How happy you were when you woke up to see Stan staring down at you like that." Kenny pointed out to Kyle who was watching himself smile up at Stan as though he really did love him.
But he realized that it wasn't really a smile. It was reassurance, a false sense of security. "No. I wasn't happy. I only thought I was reliving a memory." He looked down as everything faded to white, "I don't want this to be my future. Not if it's a lie, which I know it is. Nobody here is who they really are."
"Are you?" Another voice sounded out from nowhere.
"What do you mean?" Kyle looked up, realizing that he was in an empty void.
"You're here, are you who you really are?" The voice resonated again.
Kyle started to shake his head in fear as he replied, "I'm… Kyle."
"No." It stated coldly, "You're dead."
"We're losing him." One of the nurses cried out from the other side of the cot, "We need more blood stat!"
"We're draining him as fast as we can!" the doctor called from the chair Eric was sitting in. They were already collecting their second pint of blood since Kyle had already absorbed the first in record timing.
"Is there any way we can do a direct transfer?" Eric called out to the doctor as he watched in mournful aggravation at how slow the blood pouch was filling.
"We don't have that kind of technology here. This is the only shot we have." The doctor painfully informed, gripping the trembling boy's shoulder as he anticipated the worst.
Eric couldn't take that as an answer, "Bring me over to him." He requested, getting up out of the chair as the doctor hurriedly followed him with the IV and blood pouches.
The nurses parted ways as Eric came in between them, peering down at his beloved as he heard the decelerating beeping of the heart monitor.
Skin white as snow, yet lips as purple as violets, once rivaling his hair in their fiery hue. Even in this decrepit state, Kyle was the most beautiful thing Eric had ever laid eyes on. So peaceful, so angelic looking. He could hardly believe that Kyle was actually dying. But remembering back to the way Kyle looked before he revived him 8 years ago; Eric suddenly recalled how similar his skin looked then as well. He reached out to feel Kyle's body temperature. Snow cold. Snow white.
"Schneeweisschen und Rosenrot" Eric muttered to himself as a tear fell from his face, grasping Kyle's delicate hand into his own as he weakly laughed "But you preferred Rosenrot didn't you?" he smiled up at Kyle, almost expecting a response, but knowing that one wouldn't come.
Screwing his face up, trying to hold back a powerful sob, Eric continued to talk to Kyle's unresponsive body, "Is that what I can do for you now Liebchen? Tell you your favorite story before you leave me?" he took his other hand to rub Kyle's ice cold fingers, trying to warm them up to no avail.
"The second pouch is almost full, prepare the third." The doctor rushed around to remove the pouch. Kyle's heart monitor peeped in dangerously slow intervals as Eric closed his eyes painfully, gripping Kyle's hand even harder. "Okay. I can do that."
After switching Kyle's IV into new pouch of blood, the doctor walked back to fix up the new pouch before suddenly hearing a low singing coming from the Nazi uniformed clad boy.
"Sah ein Mädchen ein Röslein stehen, Blühte dort in lichten Höhen. Sprach sie ihren Liebsten an ob er es ihr steigen kann…"
He could understand the lyrics. The doctor was multi lingual as most of his clients were. And the way the boy was singing it, he could tell that this wasn't just some song to calm down his own nerves. He was singing it like a love song. As if every word would be his last to the dying boy. He had seen it before.
Looking back towards the two boys, the doctor listened on as Eric continued to sing his heartfelt song despite the heart monitor still giving off its slow beeps. He walked out of the ER.
"Doctor!" Ulla called up from her seat, desperate to hear some good news, "How are they doing."
"Eric's fine, Kyle's hanging in there as well. If Eric stays conscious through these blood transfusions, Kyle might pull through."
"Oh thank god." Ulla sat back down, breathing normally as though she'd been holding her breath this whole time.
Nodding slightly, the doctor continued to speak "They're interesting those two. Chart here says that Kyle's Jewish?" he looked down at Ulla to see if she could confirm this.
Looking up in a non-perplexed manner Ulla responded, "Yeah."
The doctor shifted his eyes back towards the door, "And… Eric is apparently a Nazi sympathizer?"
Ulla suddenly understood why he called them 'interesting', "Oh well, that's circumstantial honestly. I can't go into it, but he's actually not."
The doctor didn't look convinced, so she added, "Anymore."
"What do you mean I'm dead." Kyle snapped at the empty void, not finding Kenny or anyone else around him as he desperately looked around for any sort of sign as to where he went, "Are you telling me that the explosion killed me?"
"Nearly killed you, and low and behold… your version of 'heaven' came in the form of Stan being your boyfriend again. You say you're happy and free with Eric, but what's holding you back from being truly happy with him? If you're really happy with him, why didn't your version of heaven have him in it?"
Kyle stopped looking when he noticed that this place was just a state of mind. Standing in one place Kyle responded, "I… I don't know. It should have."
"Don't you love him?"
Kyle looked down at where the ground should be, "I… think I do."
"What's holding you back."
"I…" Kyle blinked a couple of times as he noticed his surroundings were starting to become more clouded, "I still can't trust him all the way." Looking back up, he noticed that a sky was forming; a sky in the form of smoke.
"And why not."
Frantically glancing back down, he noticed that the towers were starting to take form again, "Because… this vision." He looked to his sides, the wire fences also materialized.
"Didn't Eric prove to you that he's past this now?"
"Yes." Kyle gulped, hearing the horrible screams and smelling that familiar stench once more, "but for some reason I just can't shake it off."
"Well… here's your chance."
Taking a step back out of fear Kyle suddenly felt something collide into his back.
"GAH!" Kyle cried as he tripped over something, crashing down onto a pile of rocks with nothing but his arm breaking the fall.
"No!" Kyle called out in disbelief, eyeing his bleeding arm once more as the vision started to take place yet again.
"Stupid clumsy jew." A familiar voice sounded out from above, "You scuffed my brand new leather boots!"
Peering back up to confirm who he already knew to be there, Kyle watched on helplessly as Erich Kartmann glared back down at him as though he was some, pest that he needed to exterminate.
The uniform was back, along with the armband. Just like all the times before.
"No no I'm sorry!" Kyle pleaded form the ground, desperate not to be shot again. "I won't do it again I promise!"
"It's too late for that jew!" Erich reached into his pocket to pull out the all too familiar gun, "There's no need for clumsy workers around here!" he aimed it to the jew's head.
"Oh god no!" Kyle ducked down to brace himself for what he knew what was to come.
"KYLE. TAKE A LOOK AT YOURSELF. YOU'RE NOT A PRISONER ANYMORE. YOU DON'T NEED TO SUBMIT" the voice called out again, but this time Kyle could place who the voice belonged to. It was his own.
"Huh?" Kyle never once stopped to look at what he was wearing. He had figured that it would be the same striped garments as it always was, but as he looked down to see if this still was the case, he was pleasantly surprised to see himself wearing his battle clothes complete with his weapons.
Reaching up to feel his cap, he also felt the desecrated medal placed exactly where he'd pinned it up.
Smiling deviously, Kyle suddenly regained his fighting spirit as he glared back up to the nightmarish looking Nazi before him, "I'm not afraid of you. You're not a real Nazi Eric."
Bringing his gun back down, Erich scowled down mercilessly, "How dare you talk back like that. You'll pay for your insubordination."
"Eric!" Kyle called up desperately, taking off his cap to point at the medal, "Drop the act! You're over this, remember?" the redhead threw the cap towards his opponent as he got to his feet, "You told me you loved me! Isn't that true?" Kyle took a step towards the apparition.
The Nazi's eyes opened drastically as though his tough persona was stripped of its credibility, "I…" Erich stumbled backwards, unsure of how or why that was revealed, but sure as hell didn't want to stay to see how the rest of this was going to play out.
"I… I get it now." Kyle exhaled as the dreadful surroundings started to fog away; a low light slowly pouring around them as the setting changed to that of a mountain side, "I understand why I kept having those visions." By the time the camp completely faded away, a spring dawn setting started to materialize.
Looking out in front of him, Kyle noticed that Eric wasn't 'Erich' any longer. Eric was instead wearing his normal black ensemble, hinting to what he once was, but nowhere near as intimidating.
Feeling confident enough to approach him, Kyle reached out his arms to embrace his lover with no hesitation or doubts, "I couldn't allow myself to love you, my brain couldn't do what my heart wanted me to do."
Eric suddenly released all of the tension in his body as he carefully wrapped his arms around his precious Jew.
"But could you blame me? Look at everything you've done to me and practically everyone else you knew in the past!" Kyle yelled up, still not forgetting about all of the hate that took place before their glorious unification.
But as Kyle glanced up to meet Eric's gaze, he noticed the sheer amount of disappointment in Eric's mellon collie disposition. As though Eric understood that the mistakes he had made were grave and that there was honestly no way he could atone for all of the years of hatred and infinite sadness that he had caused.
Tempering his anger, Kyle realized that bringing up those times wouldn't do a thing to help Eric progress. Smiling in quiet contemplation, Kyle reached up to cup his lover's face as he gently silenced his own protests in favor of what Eric needed to say.
Looking up shamefully, Eric brought Kyle in closer into his hold as he pleadingly gazed into Kyle's shimmering emerald eyes, "Kyle, you've rescued me from me, and all that I believed. I won't deny the pain, and I won't deny the change." He paused briefly, looking over the mountain cliff towards the rising sun, "But should I fall from grace, here with you…" he slowly turned his attention back to Kyle's enamored stare, "Would you leave me too?"
Tears fell down Kyle's face as he rushed out to wrap his arms around Eric's shoulders with all of his strength, "Never. If you fall, I fall. That's how it was and how it'll always be."
Laughing to himself as tears fell down his own face; Eric in turn held his beloved tighter as he tearfully replied, "I Love You Kyle Broflovski."
Feeling the calm wind rustle through the budding trees with the warm sun rising in the distance, Kyle finally found the confidence and peace of mind to close his eyes and reply, "I Love You too Eric Cartman."
"We're getting a response, he's actually gaining consciousness!" one of the nurses cried out ecstatically as she gripped onto Eric's weakening shoulder, he had just given Kyle a fourth pint of his blood. Eric was already weak from hauling Kyle's dead weight to the Jeep and then to this hospital, but now that his life was literally drained from him, all he could do to show how enthralled he felt was smile weakly as he listened on to Kyle's heart monitor gain speed.
Kyle however still had one more fight to battle. Consciousness hit him like a ton of bricks, and as he felt the darkness of his mind start to illuminate as though bright explosions were racing across his brain, he found it incredibly difficult to open his eyes during this process.
But then all of a sudden he regained the sense of touch, and in that moment, he noticed that one of his hands was warmer than the other; as though someone was holding it.
And he knew who that person probably was.
Eric watched on impatiently as he saw Kyle's eyes flutter open with incredibly delicacy.
"Kyle…" he groaned, "come on, please…" he gripped the hand with what little strength he had, "let me see your eyes again… I don't want to see them shut anymore."
That little grip was all it took for Kyle to gain the strength to open his eyes all the way, his sense of sight slowly coming back to him as he shifted his head in the direction he felt his hand being held.
Eric could feel more tears run down his face as he watched Kyle turn his head to face him; those emerald eyes, slowly regaining their fire as they focused in on him. That fire in turn caused his hollow black pools to be filled with life, inciting their signature transaction, reassuring the other that they were both in fact alive and still very much in love.
The brunette slowly lifted his head from where he was slumped over on the side of Kyle's cot, keeping up his weak smile as he stared down at his lover with his mahogany wisps. Kyle returned the weak smile as he closed his eyes half way, relieved as all hell that he awoke from that state while managing to finally confront his fears.
Smiling down at the hand Eric was touching, Kyle suddenly noticed that he too was hooked up to an IV.
Screwing his face up in confusion, Kyle looked up at his own IV to see what was going on. As he followed the tube up to where he presumed the drip bag to be, he noticed that there was a pouch of blood in its place. Behind it, three more identical hollowed out packs.
And that's when it occurred to Kyle that Eric must have donated his own blood to keep him alive.
Turning his head back around, Kyle laughed weakly as he finally spoke, "Jesus Christ what are you? My own personal donor?"
Eric chuckled as he closed his eyes, "It's starting to look that way." he muttered as he slowly opened them back up again, bringing his hand up to touch Kyle's warming cheek.
Kyle gently returned the smile as he weakly carried up his own hand to touch Eric's; cradling it into the crook of his neck, wanting to lay with him like that forever. Through half lidded eyes, Kyle kept his gaze fixated on his lover as he felt his heart palpitate, "I love you."
Eric's eyes widened as he inhaled slightly quicker than normal, keeping that breath in before exhaling it slower than he had ever exhaled a single breath before.
Kyle giggled slightly as he took in Eric's reaction, finding his shock utterly adorable.
Hearing Kyle laugh like that actually made Eric's heart sing more so than the confession did; Kyle laughing at him like that. Eric could tell that he had his Jew back and nothing would ever tear them apart again. Not even death.
So after Kyle was done is little taunt, Eric shook his head in fake discontent as he replied, "Ich liebe dich auch, du irrer Jude."
Bringing his head up as quickly as he could, Kyle smiled into his lover's lips as he lost himself in the euphoria that was his new love for Eric Theodore Cartman.
The hospital staff couldn't help but look on in amazement. A Jewish boy in an Israeli Army uniform passionately kissing another boy in a Nazi uniform. They had seen many weird cases come through that door, but for all of them, this was one of the more stranger ones.
Believe it or not, Kyle wasn't so worried about the aftermath of this attack compared to how worried he was about the last one. His previous concern was more about his parent's reaction, and now that the tie to his parents had been somewhat severed, the freak out session that occurred the following morning didn't affect him so much. He honestly slept through the larger part of it; Ulla had dropped him off after the blood transfusion and Kyle was practically dead by the time he slipped into his room and crashed into his bed- Eric doing practically the same thing.
But what wasn't too surprising about the days following the attack were the lack of stares directed towards Eric as a result of Kyle outing themselves to the general public. The school practically left both Eric and Kyle alone due to the fact that nobody wanted to mess with either one of them; the majority of the student body could sense how incredibly bat-shit insane they both had gotten since the fight Kyle had with Stan. Kenny however maintained his contact with them, and through him Eric and Kyle maintained their landline to their previous social ring.
So all and all Eric and Kyle were still in good shape after Yom Kippur, they went on a couple of dates but reluctantly continued the slow pace of their sexual exploits. Their continuing dominance war was what honestly kept them from going too far around the bases. Neither one had even gone down on the other up to this point and this was all due to the fact that neither one wanted to be the first to do it. In addition, they didn't really have a great place to actually fool around anymore. The parent situation was still a horrible mess.
Sheila avoided the topic altogether. Kyle had previously thought this was due to the fact that she was still in denial about it, but after having a talk with Ike he discovered that Gerald had made a stringent effort to make sure Sheila was completely in the dark about it. Kyle was shocked to find out that his mother had no idea about his relationship with Eric. But his father sure as hell knew, and every time Kyle made contact with him it was as though Gerald was looking at a ghost. A former shell of what his son used to be. Kyle was still making straight A's, helping around the house, and growing happier and happier by the day, but Gerald still bore that strange expression on his face whenever they were together. Sheila never noticed, but Ike and Kyle knew. And while Ike's shock wore down as he watched his brother prosper under his new found love of Eric Cartman, no one understood why Gerald was still so morbidly disgusted by it. Kyle decided to ignore it all together and pretend as though nothing had changed. For Gerald, it obviously wasn't so easy.
Over at the Cartman residence it was relatively the same. Eric could tell that his mother thought about him differently. She was still her sweet self and all, but there was this underlying tone of insecurity that bugged the hell out of him. She used to be genuine in her compliments and overindulgence, but he could tell that it was all fake now. He didn't feel at home there anymore, and neither did Kyle.
So they spent most of their time at the Karmichaels. They knew that at least Ulla, Anke, and Franz were supportive of them. But as for Ernst, they all had the feeling that there was still something wrong with him too; that same broodiness resonated from him when he caught Eric and Kyle together- not aggressive, but definitely off-putting. But he was just one person; the rest of the house hold treated them perfectly normal. And October was an awesome month to be hanging around the Karmichael house, because during Homecoming they were the family who hosted the Oktoberfest food court at the School Fair. The great thing about this was that the German Club was actually able to focus most of their efforts on this event instead of the White Rose Movement since the hate group had gone on an unexpected hiatus ever since the night of the attack; which signaled good news all around.
But what wasn't good news was the unexpected phone call that Eric received from his uncle one random night. He wanted Eric to fly back to Nebraska for the weekend. The same weekend as the actual Homecoming celebration.
"Try to see if you can come home before Saturday night. We're going to need as much help as we can get." Franz called out as his mother pulled up to the front of the airport's entrance, putting the car in park as Eric gathered his bag.
"I'll try," the larger boy grumbled as he threw his bag over his shoulder, "But something tells me that this meeting isn't going to be something I can just blow off. I mean I might be able to conduct it all in record time, but that's only because I'm leaving right now." He threw open the van door and stepped onto the curb.
"Regardless Eric, make sure you fill us in when you get back." Ulla sounded from the back seat, leaning over the middle to catch a glimpse of Eric before he shut the door, "And keep your ears and eyes open, you're more at risk than ever being around them." She ended with a snarky tone.
Eric just scoffed as he rolled his eyes, "I know Ulla, you don't need to remind me."
"And like Franz said, get back here as soon as you can." Ulla continued her spiel, intentionally nagging as she laughed to herself, "We need help with tear down at least." But then changed her tone to a more interesting one as she finished, "And it'll be mine and Kyle's first time."
"Yeah… you're not going to want to miss the sight of Kyle in Lederhosen." Franz added at the last second before Eric placed his hand on the car door to shut it.
"Fuck that I'm not wearing fucking Lederhosen." Kyle finally sounded from the middle seat, taking his attention away from his iPod to join in the conversation, "Stereotypical bullshit and I'm not even German!" he barked, shying away from the devious looking blondes glaring at him from the backseat.
"Shut up Kyle we all have to wear it." Franz shoved Kyle's seat forward, causing the redhead to buckle forward before reaching back in retaliation.
Eric just laughed to himself as he watched his lover swat at Franz pathetically from the middle seat, "Kyle, if you get in Lederhosen I'll make it a point to come back early." He hesitated to close the door as he continued to watch Kyle and Franz duke it out from the seats, Ulla ducking away as she kept yelling at them to quit it.
Kyle shoved Franz back one last time before calling out to Eric, "But that means you'll have to wear it too!" he turned to face the larger boy to make sure he heard him.
"I don't mind it." Eric shrugged his shoulders as he dismissed Kyle's 'threat', "You're the ones with issues with it."
"No I'm pretty content with my Dirndl dress." Ulla shoved Franz away from her as she combated Eric's accusation, glancing at the brunette with a caustic stare.
"You would be." Eric chuckled as he turned his attention to the smug looking blonde, "Are you wearing a corset with it?"
Ulla puffed, "Maybe." Franz immediately blushed.
"Nice." Kyle muttered.
"Hey!" Ulla kicked Kyle's seat.
Eric exhaled in amusement as he watched his friends scramble around to beat the crap out of each other, "Whatever guys, have fun with it honestly." He grasped the door handle tighter, "I'll call you when I know what time I'm coming home. My mom's picking me up so none of you have to leave or anything."
"Brush up on your German folk dances." Ulla sounded in jest.
"I'll be sure to 'Guten Tag Hop Clop' it all the way back home." Eric popped the door out of its hinge.
"Real funny." Anke actually commented before she shifted gears to leave. Kyle was still trying to take Ulla's beret off her head, but noticed that his lover was about to shut the door out of the way and depart for good.
"Eric," Kyle spoke up suddenly, changing his demeanor dramatically as he peered out the door towards his significant other. Eric stopped closing the door as soon as he heard Kyle speak up, lifting his head up to meet gazes again with his Jew.
Smiling longingly, Kyle laughed a sad laugh before stating, "Don't get hurt or arrested okay?"
Eric grinned sardonically as she shook his head, "You're the one who has been getting hurt lately; I'm more worried about you."
"Well don't be." Kyle puffed, before laying back against the opposite car door, laying his legs out suggestively before exhaling, "Just give em hell." He lowered his eye lids, watching as Eric stared at him with equal vigor from the other side of the van.
"Love you." Eric dismissed before moving to close the door all the way.
"Und dich auch." Kyle hummed back, watching as the door closed all the way, taking note that Eric was now outside the car and he was still inside; the door being the only thing that separated them. As Anke pulled away from the airport, Kyle continued to eye down Eric's fading silhouette as it grew smaller and smaller.
"So what? No good bye kisses for your Liebchen this time?" Franz teased as he punched Kyle's seat one last time.
Kyle quit staring longingly at the airport entrance when he suddenly dared himself to whip his head back and respond, "Not today Hund. But do you want it instead?" he narrowed his eyes again before jumping back up into his seat, leaning over the median as Ulla laughed hysterically.
"OH MY GOD DO IT KYLE, KISS HIM RIGHT NOW." She pushed her boyfriend towards the grabbing red head as Franz flailed around frantically, "FUCK NO."
Anke eventually yelled at them to stop fooling around, but that didn't stop Ulla from smacking Franz' head one last time before they all drove back home to South Park.
Eric's trip was far less enthusiastic to say the least. The entire flight, he couldn't help but wonder how he'd approach the group again, especially that no good motherfucking cunt Missy.
"mnn…" He scowled down at the disappearing landscape as he growled to himself.
After what she did to Kyle... but he couldn't give off any sort of hint of dissatisfaction. If anything he needed to think of ways to excuse his absence that night. He was pretty sure that they were all baffled as to why they got home to Nebraska but he was somehow spared.
Maybe that's why Howard wanted to talk to him. Maybe they found out.
Eric pressed his head against the window overlooking the clouds below. He couldn't think about that, if he came into this thing thinking that it was all over then it probably would end up being that way.
But he couldn't stop shaking. His nerves were on end and he was just getting fucking sick off all of this bullshiting. He wished that it could all be over and that all the contributors would just leave and Howard would fucking get some kind of heart attack and then the whole facility would catch fire somehow.
"hm." Eric smirked at that image.
But he knew that it wouldn't be that easy. God damn it, nothing ever was that fucking simple. So now what? Howard would set his eyes on the Karmichaels or the Marshes? He 'won' the Broflovski fight, their Synagogue was bombed and services were canceled for about a week until the police cleared the building. That was a pretty good 'victory'.
Yet Eric was sure that the contributors didn't like it. They pinned Howard's name to the first attack, so his uncle had to have received some sort of visit by the authorities to see if anything was awry and that should have caused those cowards to FREAK. Or at least Eric hoped as much. He was starting to think that his uncle wouldn't be happy until the actual perpetrators of his suffering were punished.
And Eric wasn't about to let that happen.
As upset as Kyle was at his parents, and as weird as Ernst was acting, Eric still wouldn't let anything bad happen to them. He didn't need more drama on top of their current situation despite how they all probably thought of him as well as his relationship with Kyle.
But how could Eric stop his uncle's revenge? What was the next step? Could he really coordinate another attack?
Eric really didn't want to fucking do it again. He couldn't stand being 'Fuhrer' to these people any longer. Those classless, ignorant, hick scumbags who probably couldn't tell the difference between a German and an Austrian let alone a Jew from any other person on the face of the planet.
...except Missy that is.
Eric downed the rest of his complimentary ginger ale, Jesus Fucking Christ.
Play through the motions. Hope for the best.
The plane landed. The guy picked him up. They didn't talk. Same fucking trip that still freaked the hell out of Eric, how could a place be so fucking isolated. Fucking cornfield in the distance, then random ass trees that outline the place like a freaking oasis. A freaking oasis of hate.
But honestly there were cornfields as far as the eye could see; once you're out of the little forest that was visible. And this place was weird, because it wasn't just a plain, no. There were hills of corn because they were still somewhat close to the Rockys; it only bordered the Great Plains. Or that's what Eric had to believe anyway. He really had no clue where the fuck this place was.
But as the limo driver drove up to the facility, there was something even stranger about this visit, no one was there: no cars, no people, no music, nothing. He didn't even see his uncle's car.
"What the fuck?" Eric commented to himself audibly.
"You uncle should be arriving shortly. This was to be a private meeting. You'll see that the facility is open and your room is prepared." The limo driver instructed from the front before unlocking the doors to let Eric out.
"Right." Eric simply commented before grabbing a hold of his one bag, opening the door and taking one step out.
He'd never been here by himself, and it was damn freaky. The occasional bird chirp and cicada were all Eric could hear at that point, there wasn't even wind. Yet looking above to see what the sky actually looked like, he could tell that rain was on its way. He almost wanted the driver to stay here until Howard got there, but as Eric shut the door behind him, he immediately heard the limo's engine roar up. Before he could speak out again, the limo was already departing the facility.
So it was just Eric, alone in this place, with a storm approaching.
"Fucking hell…" Eric growled before ascending the stairs into the main building, grabbing a hold of the door and flinging it open to reveal the dark, empty lobby in front of the auditorium.
Clunk. The door closed behind Eric as he peered back and forth to analyze his current situation. No Wifi, almost no reception, no fucking human contact (which he was honestly more happy than upset about), and no fucking cable. It seemed like the only thing he could do at this point to get his mind off of this whole thing was to go sleep.
"Und dich auch." He suddenly remembered Kyle's little retort from when they departed at the airport.
…or jack off in his room.
Eric smirked, Sounds like a plan.
Heading off in the direction of the corridor towards his room, Eric continued to look around the empty facility which he had grown to hate so much. Fucking place could drive even someone as crazy as Eric to the next level of insanity. The isolation, hypocrisy, and the possibility of Missy springing at him like some mechanical ghost in a haunted house ride nerved him to no end.
Walking down the empty hallway, hearing his boots echo off of the white washed walls, and then noticing the faint sound of rain which seemed to permeate the ghostly atmosphere, Eric slowly raised his head to look up towards the end of hallway. He was truly alone out here. He didn't need to put up any sort of front. Feeling less threatened, his enlarged pupils suddenly lessened in diameter.
Yet despite the seemingly tranquil environment, the eerie sound of nothing was just as deafening to Eric as any sort of activity that would normally take place here. In this foreign place with nothing to distract him from the reality of his current situation, as he watched the rain streak down the dirty windows lining the bare corridor leading up to the other building, Eric noticed that everything was gray. Everything was Gray.
He looked at his hand; the only light in the hallway was coming from those dull windows. The dim natural light which filled the room made even his skin look gray. Frozen, unnatural. Eric couldn't stand anymore of this. This type of isolation was maddening. Not only that, but where he was; knowing that he was back at this place.
He clenched his fist, breathing in deep heavy breathes. Closing his eyes, he suddenly remembered what he had back in his prepared room; something that helped him remind himself that he was certainly different from all these nut jobs. Back when he first visited here, Eric intentionally had his iPod alarm clock set to play 'Links 2 3 4' to wake him up. So now, thankfully, he associated that song with this place.
Opening his eyes, again, taking in the intense gray atmosphere, Eric's eyes regained their ferocity as he sang lightly, "Kann man Herzen brechen."
"You and I will see a day where our nation will return to the way it was supposed to be."
"Können Herzen sprechen"
"A nation filled with the brilliant minds of the master race."
"Kann man Herzen quälen"
"Together, you and I will eradicate the ones whose lives are not worth living."
"Kann man Herzen stehlen"
"You'll make sure that this organization accomplishes the goals that it set out to do."
"Sie wollen mein Herz am rechten Fleck doch, seh ich dann nach unten weg. Da schlägt es in der linken Brust, der Neider hat es schlecht gewusst."
"Eric!"
The large boy immediately stopped singing as he hastily swung back around to gaze back at the end of the hallway.
"Damn your German's gotten good." Howard commented as he continued to hobble towards his nephew, "Did you happen to pick up any of the conversations those resistance fighters were having when they intervened the other night?"
Eric lowered his eyelids as he scowled down the hallway, "So you've heard."
Howard chuckled audibly, "I've been updated on everything let me tell you." He carried his hand around as to indicate how much he knew at this point, "If I didn't hear it from Missy and her men I heard it from the cops."
Eric perked his brow as he allowed his uncle to pass by him on the way towards his office, "So they've already hit you up, huh."
"Is it too surprising? They pinned my name to the first attack." He yelled back, haphazardly holding the door open for Eric as he stumbled into the connecting hallway, "and when the second one happened I got even more visits from them."
Eric let the door close behind him as he asked hesitantly, "What did you say to them?"
"That I had no fucking clue about the attack!" Howard yelled back without turning around, stumbling to his door as he continued to rant, "What was I going to do? Rat you all out? After you've come this far?"
Eric puffed an aggravated breath, but then responded in amusement "Just asking…"
"Ehhh It's not your fault." Howard groaned, flinging his door open and flicking the light switch as he hobbled towards his desk chair. Yet as the overhead flickered on, after the second flick the fluorescent light bulb gave one final buzz before conking out. Both Eric and Howard looked up at the broken light but the older man just continued, "If anything I'm glad their looking at me and not you. Liane told me no one has contacted you about it." His hinted with an ounce of poison in his voice.
"You talked to Liane?" Eric closed the door behind him as peered to his uncle sitting down behind his desk. The window positioned behind the desk was blurred with the increasing amounts of water running down it from the rain; there was hardly any light outside let alone inside where apparently no one had inspected the light fixtures in a while. Therefore the office too had that odd shade of gray that Eric had picked up on before. The dull, pungent color just created an even more unsettling environment as Howard cleared his throat to continue.
"Yes." He choked, coughing once more before he continued "I can tell she's mad as all hell about your involvement in all this, but hey, what that's got to do with anything." He joked to himself, laughing contently as he peered smugly at his nephew standing in front of the door, "Everything's working according to plan and I honestly couldn't be any happier."
Eric smirked in an unconvinced manner. He could tell Howard was still apprehensive about something; his tense state was obvious. His eyes were shifting in a way that you could tell there was something else on his mind, "You don't look too happy." The brunette decided to point out.
"Well…" Howard digressed, seemingly aware that he was a bit too transparent, "We've got a couple more fish to fry, don't we? That resistance group…" he paused, wanting Eric to finish his sentence.
"Totally unexpected." Eric quickly commented, trying to steer away from the subject.
"Or are they?" Howard's eyes shifted back to Eric, picking up on his unease as he dared to invoke, "They speak German. Some of the men told me that a couple of them had blonde hair." He hinted, knowing that Eric probably knew more than he was letting on.
But Eric didn't want Howard to know that he had any clue at all to what he was implying, "Where are you going with this?" he responded trying to sound ignorant of the situation.
"Like you don't know." Howard scoffed, knowing at this point that Eric was playing dumb, "The next names on the list Eric, the Karmichaels." He finally spelled it out.
Eric didn't think that Howard would figure it out so soon, "You think…" A small crash of thunder rumbled above the facility.
"Oh no. I know it's them." Howard assured, swinging his chair around so that he was facing Eric directly, "I don't know how those bastards found out, but one of Missy's guys told me there was a sniper and lord knows how good Ernst was. It's probably his son." He guessed, leaning over the desk slightly as he brought up his hands to link them against each other in front of his face menacingly, "They've got a whole team assembled, and even more interesting is the presence of their odd little red-haired stepchild."
It took all of Eric's willpower to not freak out then and there.
"Missy said he was a jew." Howard continued to think out loud, "Therefore I must assume it's the Broflovski's son, who apparently speaks German now. Go figure, effort wasted." He paused briefly to glance up at Eric to see what he thought of this, but his nephew's dark, unfaltering stance indicated no such will to respond, so Howard got to his point, "But that's good news for us Eric."
At this point Eric did look up to see where his uncle was going with this unexpected and feared realization. Howard appreciated the attention as he continued, "If that resistance movement has two out of the three kids, all you would have to do is gun down the group and that would take care of the Broflovskis and the Karmichaels. All that leaves is the Marshes," Howard's voice grew colder as he turned the chair around to peer outside at the raging storm. "and quite honestly I want to be present for that show." He growled from behind his chair.
"Right." Eric quipped, not wanting to hesitate on any answers as he felt his insides clench in rage.
"How do you think they found out?" Howard spoke out from behind the chair, still looking outside as he further prodded, "They have to know you're involved."
Eric too looked outside through the drenched window as another thunder crash shook the grounds, the lightning bolt which followed almost immediately illuminated his pitch black irises as he commented, "The Broflovski kid and I never got along."
Howard harrumphed as he took in that comment, knowing 'full well' the likely reason behind their disassociation, "Missy told me you had him in a stranglehold before she blasted him sky high." He turned the chair around slightly so that he could eye his nephew down from the corner of his eye, "I don't know how the fucker lived but no Colorado obituaries had any 'Broflovskis' listed," looking back outside in dismay he finished, "so the little fucker must have gotten away."
"Hell if I know." Eric responded mechanically.
"Really?" Howard swing his chair back around all the way as another thunder crash rattled the building, "That's why I called this little meeting Eric. I'm concerned." Lightning bolt.
Eric continued to look forward, dauntingly staring down at the withered old man with no indication of stopping. Yet as intimidating as the large boy might have appeared to look right then, the fear present behind that look could rival a frightened little kid who had just woken up in the middle of the night from a crash of thunder similar to the one that sounded just as his uncle continued to speak. "How'd you get away? More importantly, where did you go after Missy set off the bomb in the temple?"
No response. This concerned Howard even more as he sighed discontently, "I have full confidence in you kid, but the contributors were in a fit about that. I practically lost half of them after the cops came knocking on my door!" he yelled out as his nephew continued to stare daggers from the other side of the room. It seemed as though he wasn't even breathing, like he was in some trance. Shaking his head, Howard leaned down to rest his arms on his thighs as he peered towards the ground, "It hasn't been too good over here Eric. I mean, I'm content as all hell because everything is working out as far as my plans are concerned, but as far as the organization goes? The members are riled up but the contributors are pussying out." He looked back up at Eric to see if he was following, "That's not good. The ones that stayed, they're the ones who want to know how the Karmichaels found out." He narrowed his eyes as he finally got to his point, "I know who taught you German, Eric. You're still in their German Club the last I've heard."
Eric had been thinking out his response had this accusation been made, and now that it has he responded as soon as Howard implied it, "I'm keeping tabs on them, they were suspicious of me ever since you were released." Raising his head slightly he focused away from his uncle as he decided to mention, "They have a new member… a member that apparently has had some stealth training."
Howard's eyes grew bigger as he put two and two together, "That assassin."
"Yes." Eric responded, piecing together the story he concocted, "Something tells me she must have tapped my room or perused through my notes somehow." Using his previous surge of rage he felt, Eric clenched his fist while seething through his teeth, "I've been meticulous about security but somehow, she found out and alerted the rest of em."
Eric honestly could pursue an acting career because Howard was already bought, "That makes the most sense." But then he suddenly remembered something Missy pointed out, "but Missy said you blamed the contributors."
"I don't know them well!" Eric snapped, raising his voice as the rain picked up yet again, "They were initially the ones who were the most weary about these attacks! But now I know better." He walked over to the window to watch the wind tear away at the trees outlining the facility, "Now that you've brought up your suspicious, I agree. It's definitely the Karmichaels." He brought his arms behind his back, pondering his next move.
"And that jew." Howard brought that back up again, "Hm." He suddenly recalled something, which actually caused him to smile slightly, "I remember you bringing him and the Marsh boy to one of our Thanksgivings. He even looked like Gerald." Changing his voice to a much more amused tone he rapped, "Must have been quite a sight to see him crumple under that explosion."
Eric did falter slightly at that comment; the image of Kyle lying in that messy heap of rumble raced across his mind as he quietly responded "Quite."
"hm." Howard brought up his hand as he too pictured that scene as he would have liked to have seen it, "If he died there, in his own Temple, how righteous that would have been…"
Eric closed his eyes, trying to calm his nerves as he emptily responded, "Missy tried."
"You both need to try harder." Howard barked as he swiveled around to face his nephew again. But speaking about them as team reminded him of something else Missy had mentioned, "Speaking of 'both' of you…" Howard smiled as he swung the chair back around, "congratulations… I heard about 'the two of you'. She'd be here but she's babysitting for another contributor. She honestly doesn't know you're even here or else she'd probably drag the kids all the way over here so that she could see you."
"What?" Eric immediately flashed out of his angered state as he moved onto a more shocked one. But that shock quickly turned into dismay as he realized what he was talking about, "Oh… she's been telling people that?" Eric shook his head as he brought up one of his hands to soothe his sudden headache, "That's not important now. What's important is what you want me to do next." He changed the subject as he continued to rub his temple.
"Kill all the fuckers in that resistance movement." Howard responded without hesitation.
"How." Eric puffed in amusement at how straightforward his uncle's response was.
"Get them all at one place. Attack them." Howard emphasized his last point.
"The Karmichaels?" Eric replied questioningly, as though it hadn't been established who exactly 'they' were.
"Who else?" Howard laughed at Eric's confusion.
Eric shrugged as he made his way back to the door, "Okay, well I can monitor them this weekend. It's Homecoming and they have usually have a booth set up."
"Perfect, they'll be out in the open." Howard insinuated.
Eric didn't like the sound of that, he didn't want his uncle to think that any attack would occur this weekend, "No." the brunette nipped that thought in the bud, "Listen, I don't want to attack them this weekend. It's my school and it'll be too much of a coincidence if something happens while I'm there." He stared back at his uncle as he stood his ground securely.
"Not if you have an alibi." Howard suggested, not wanting to back down from his idea.
"It's hard to solidify one now." Eric combated.
"Then start." Howard's voice grew irritated as he clenched his fist onto the desk.
"Howard." Eric's voice dropped to that low timbre which signaled that he was in no mood to negotiate, "Don't fucking plan anything without my approval. I'm in charge of this organization now and I'll be the one to pick out a time and place when we'll attack them." With his murderous eyes still locked onto his uncle, Eric gripped onto the door handle with a surprising amount of crushing force.
"Waiting around will just allow for that assassin to gain more information. We need a 'Blitzkreeg', lightning fast and unexpected." Howard sounded out from the other side of the room, not understanding why Eric was so reluctant to make a move.
"I'm not risking it Howard," Eric raised his voice to give even more warning, "I've been safe up until now. But if I'm linked to this organization then it's it for all of us."
Locking eyes with his nephew, Howard suddenly sensed a hint of reluctance behind Eric's seemingly solid state of assuredness, "You still have ties to them, don't you?"
"No." Eric shot that accusation down immediately, and with that denial Eric suddenly knew how to win back his uncle for good "Now that I know what they did to you, how could I have any attachment to those traitors?"
Instant win; the smile that stretched across Howard's face couldn't be brighter, "I trust you, Eric. Don't fuck this up. Now that I know the Karmichaels are the ones behind the resistance movement I want their suffering to be ten times what I initially wanted."
"Patience," Eric twisted the door handle as he looked back one final time to the old man behind the desk, "I need to learn more about them, and to do this I need to leave now so that I can monitor them during the festivities tonight."
As Eric took his first step out of the office his uncle's dark voice rang out, "And that jew too."
Stopping in his tracks, Eric closed his eyes as he gripped onto the door handle while responding, "Yeah, him too." He shut the door.
"I'm glad you could get out so soon, but you better have brought your set of Lederhosen because Bert forgot his and we had to give him our spare." Ulla replied, sounding as though she was setting something up in the background as Eric shifted back into the passenger seat of his mother's car.
"Relax, my mother has it pressed and ready to go. I'll change as soon as I get there. Where are you guys set up?" Eric questioned as he looked back to the hanging garment bag positioned over one of the back doors.
"Franz said it's the same as always, the large pavilion near the stadium parking lot. We're the number one hub for refreshments this year so we're expecting a large crowd of people to attend this… 'Oktoberfest'… and I must say you Americans really do love this fucking celebration too much." Ulla mocked as Eric heard Anke's voice in the background instructing someone to do something with a chair.
"It's an excuse to get drunk and eat unhealthy food, something Americans thoroughly enjoy." Eric responded as heard his mother also laugh.
After Ulla laughed for a second or two, she continued to jest "I think more Americans go to München for Oktoberfest than Germans do."
Eric puffed as he agreed, "You're probably right."
"At any rate, I want to know what happened at the meeting, but I'll save that for next week. For right now this is all about having fun. So get over here and get changed quickly. You're helping Bert with food."
Eric screwed his face up displeasingly as he ranted, "I can't fucking cook, why are you putting me with him?"
"Because Ernst isn't confident in your people skills so he's sticking you in the back to help Bert with cooking the pretzels, sausages, and all the other stereotypical German food that's being prepared." She trailed off with a hint of disappointment.
"Great, I'm a Su-Chef then." Eric deduced.
"Yup. But all's not lost… guess who's here waiting for you." Ulla sassily changed her disgruntled tone.
As did Eric as he smirked, "Is he wearing it?"
"Franz had to give him an extra nudge of confidence to get in it, but he's in it." She goaded, but then snapped, "But you're not going to be with him. He's serving with me."
Eric growled audibly as he raised his voice, "Like fuck I'm not going to be with him!"
Liane pursed her lips to help her keep silent as she continued to watch the road.
"Maybe if you're good he can come back there when Bert and I have to demonstrate some of the German Folk dances. But that's only if you really help Bert and don't dick around." She teased, knowing that Eric was probably fidgeting in his seat with rage by now.
Eric wasn't necessarily fidgeting with rage but he sure was pissed, and jealous " So what are Franz and Nigel doing huh?" he questioned like the brat he was.
Yet Ulla responded as calm and collected as possible, which pissed Eric off even more, "Franz volunteered to be the Accordion player so that he didn't have to interact with people, which I thought was totally lame but that's Franz for you. And then Nigel's seating people."
Eric rolled his eyes, but then smiled a malicious grin as he glared out of the window, "Can you arrange it so that Kyle's my personal little server boy for me?" a wave of lust rushed through his body as he felt his nerves tingle in anticipation of seeing Kyle in that little fucking outfit.
Liane gripped onto her steering wheel even tighter as her eyes grew larger out of sheer disturbia.
There was no voice coming from the end of the line but Eric could tell that Ulla was obviously caught off guard as she finally spoke up, "…I think that's something you'd have to arrange back home. Keep it in your pants Eric, this is a family function." She joked, knowing full well that the sight of Kyle in a little German boy get up would be titillating for Eric to say the least.
Eric scoffed as he put two and two together, "That's why Ernst threw me in the back, isn't it?"
"Basically."
"Fucker."
"Whatever. When are you getting here?" Ulla digressed as Eric heard Nigel scream something over to someone in the background.
Eric looked out the window again and to his surprise they were already at the school, "My mom's pulling into the school right now apparently." He replied in shock.
"Well get down here, we still need to set up tables." She nagged.
"Well let me change first!" Eric whined as he unbuckled his seatbelt to grab the garment bag front the back.
"Mehmehmehmehmeh…" Ulla mocked as she started to laugh.
"Fuck you Ulla…" Eric mumbled.
"Love you." She hung up.
"God she's annoying," Eric complained as he snapped his phone shut, "You can just drop me off in front of their pavilion mom, I'm going to change in their van." He instructed as he gathered his things in an impatient rush.
"Oh hun, I hope you have fun." She pulled up to the lot where the pavilion was stationed. The stadium was a ways away from the school itself, essentially separated by a great field of grass where all the soccer tournaments were held, yet for this weekend the immense grass field was lined with homecoming booths. But since the Karmicheals were essentially feeding everyone that night, they got preference as to where they set up; right by the stadium, which meant more money for German club.
"Oh I always do, but this year's 'festivities' look even more enticing." He snarled eagerly as he opened his door to hop out, grabbing his things as he stepped onto the pavement.
"I'm glad you're hanging out with the Karmichaels more. They've been helping you out a lot through this haven't they?" She assumed, looking towards at the pavilion with all of the Bavarian themed decorations.
Eric knew his mother was still nerved about his visit with his uncle, and she should be, however he couldn't think about that now, and neither should she, "Yeah mom, everything's okay." He closed the door and spoke to her through the open window, "I promise that things will wind down eventually okay? Just hang in there." He shrugged his bag over his shoulder as he antsily started to edge towards the pavilion.
"Okay Eric. Gute Nacht?" Liane successfully attempted some German, seemed appropriate given the event.
And Eric was quite impressed as he turned back around to face his mother while praising, "Seht gut Mutter! Gute Nacht." He gave a genuine little wave as he watched his mother exit the parking lot. Swinging his head back to stare down the entrance to the pavilion, Eric marched forward with unstoppable determination.
"Took you long enough." Nigel shouted out from his podium out front, leaning forward to greet him in him own snarky fashion, "Everything's practically set up already! What did you do? Hold a cross burning ceremony?" he tastelessly joked as Eric finally approached the front of the pavilion.
"I'd punch you in the face Nigel, seriously I would, but right now all I care about it seeing Kyle. Where is he?" Eric looked around hastily; the pavilion was pretty big, and divided into four sections which held about four or five long tables each. German folk music was being pumped out of a semi-dated speaker system, which was honestly fitting given the theme. They tried to make the place look as much as the Hofbräuhaus as possible, and they got pretty close given Ernst had a couple of ties to the German Society of Colorado which was also sponsoring this event. Most of the decorations were authentic Bavarian.
"He's working in the back." A voice called out from his side.
Looking to where the voice called out from, Eric suddenly caught sight of Ulla in her Dirndl dress; and to say that he was caught off guard at how astonishing she looked would be an understatement. She was rocking that damn thing. It was obvious that she put on her own personal touches, like the corset. She had tightened it up to make her seem even more 'shapely', but it wasn't too over the top. The dress itself was a dark red with black trimmings and stitching, the patchwork resembling traditional German eagles with subtle floral patterns lining the edges. Her corset was black with gold stitching over top a traditional white blouse. But her hair was what really pulled the look together; Anke obviously had helped create perfect German braids which looped around in perfect ringlets which were held together in the back with a matching red burette. Prim and proper; Ulla honestly looked like a little German wind up doll.
Ulla could tell that Eric was gawking at her, and with a displeased sigh she stepped over to where both boys were and chided, "Would you guys stop slacking off and help get the kitchen set up! It's almost go time and we still haven't got the boilers put in!"
"I'm stationed exactly where I should be." Nigel boasted, he had already seen Ulla in her get up and subsequently got berated by Franz after some rather, racy comments. He just wished that he had a better of Lederhosen, but somehow he got stuck with the rather dull gray pair.
"And you?" Ulla turned her attention towards Eric who was still mesmerized at how great she looked. Liking the attention, she tempered her nagging slightly as she took one step closer towards where the larger boy was standing, "Shouldn't you get changed?" she poked at his chest, eying his casual clothes.
Eric smiled down at her as he shook his head, "You weren't kidding when you said you enjoyed wearing this thing, weren't you?" he too eyed her once more, taking note at how perfect her shoes were even. Polished and glossed like little onyx gems.
"How do I look?" she teased, knowing the answer full well as she held onto Eric's shoulders closing the gap in between them as Eric tentatively wrapped his arms around her torso.
"Breathtaking." He stated bluntly, not knowing if he was out of line but honestly couldn't help at how unexpected this was.
"You haven't seen Kyle yet." She insinuated, grabbing a hold of one of Eric's hands as she started to walk him back to the kitchen.
"He's got competition." Eric continued to flatter her, gripping her hand back as they both entered the center of the room where there was space designated for the dancing portion of the evening.
"You jest." She turned around as soon as she felt Eric grip her hand, pausing briefly as she took a look around the pavilion. Pretty impressed at how well they replicated a real Biergarten back home, "This is weird, I haven't done anything like this since I was a preteen."
"Do you remember any of the dances?" Eric asked worriedly, hoping that Ulla could play her role when it came to teaching the moves to the participants tonight.
"Anke ran it through me briefly, but I'd love to get some practice." She insinuated, coyly looking up to Eric as she tapped her foot preemptively against the floor.
Flashing his eyes open in surprise, Eric peered down at the blonde nervously as he asked, "What? You want me to run through the dances with you?" he asked incredulously as he perked up one of his eyebrows.
Ulla rested her hands on her hips as she ragged, "Franz is too much of a pussy to dance in public and Bert's busy setting up the kitchen. You're all I got." She looked back up at Eric questioningly,
Eric looked around sheepishly, making sure that there wasn't anyone too close to them before peering back down at Ulla to reply, "Well okay, but I don't want anyone getting the wrong impression." He took her hands to drag her to the edge of the dance space.
Ulla gasped in delight as she cheered "Oh my god, you're going to do it?" she jumped once as Eric swung her around so that she was at his side.
"Yeah I mean, I haven't done this is so long." He held one of her hands so that they were joined side by side in a normal start position, "Anke taught me all the dances as a kid but I never got to be the one to instruct anyone since no girl ever wanted to be my partner." He reluctantly admitted, knowing full well how pathetic that sounded.
Knowing how truthful that statement probably was, Ulla's enthusiasm flagged as she took in how horrible that must have been to admit that, "Well, they didn't know what they were missing out on." She smiled slightly, gripping onto Eric's hand as she brightened the mood.
"Yeah well, that's the way it was." He shyly laughed it off, obviously still bent up about it, but then returned to their practice, "At any rate, which one do you want to start with?"
Giddily brushing up against Eric as the German Folk music rang out from the speakers, Ulla thought to herself briefly before settling on one that she remembered more clearly than others, "How about we start with the Rehberger Ländler that Anke insisted on starting with?"
Eric puffed in amusement as he rolled his eyes, "You mean the one about beer?"
Swinging her connected hand Ulla replied amusingly, "They're mostly all about beer, it's Oktoberfest."
"Not here, unfortunately." Eric sighed discontently, "We're all underage."
"Regardless, it's what she recommended. It's not too difficult." Ulla took a step forward, bringing her arm around Eric's thick bicep as she linked her arm with his.
"Yeah, doesn't it start with our arms linked together like this." Eric reciprocated as he gently took Ulla's arm into his.
"Yeah, and then we circle around while lightly kicking side to side." They proceeded to circle around the dance space as they both recollected how the dance went.
Knowing how ridiculous they probably both looked, but too engrossed in his performance to care, Eric blushed slightly as he asked shamefully "What are the lyrics again? It's been so long I can't remember…"
Ulla laughed to herself as she embarrassingly sang out the first set of lyrics by herself, "A frische Mass Bier hat an Foam, an weissn."
But by the time she finished her line, Eric suddenly remembered the rest as though he learned it that day, "und heit gemma net hoam bis uns ausse schmeissn." he joined in reminiscently, grinning to himself as he proceeded to take the steps necessary to complete the dance. Carefully twirling Ulla around like a toy ballerina as he marveled at how eerie it was that he remembered all the appropriate steps. Bringing her back in to turn around as he latched onto her to complete the more intimate section as they laughed nervously at how funny this all was.
On the other side of the pavilion, another voice rang out as the music continued to play, "What does it look like? A regular pot?" Kyle called back into the kitchen as he approached the opening to the main seating area, unaware that his lover had arrived.
"Yeah, but it's really deep, it should be with the bigger boxes since it couldn't fit with the rest of them." Bert replied as a big crash sounded from where he was working, "Jesus Christ…" the large boy seethed as more rattling resonated from the kitchen.
Kyle just rolled his eyes as he stepped into the dining area, confident at first that no one was out there to see him dressed like this. But as he looked towards the front of the pavilion where he intended to walk towards, he suddenly heard familiar laughing from the center of the room where the dance space was.
Turning his head to inspect who was there, Kyle was taken aback when he saw his lover dancing with Ulla rather close together as though no one was watching them.
"I just polished these shoes Eric! Try not to step on them!" Ulla joked as she swung underneath Eric's arm, only to be brought back into Eric's chest as they outstretched their arms to complete the next step.
"I can't help it!" Eric reasoned, bringing his head down to her level as he teased, "You're all over the place!"
Stepping purposely onto his shoes as she circled around him, Ulla flittingly replied, "That's because I have the harder moves! You just have to stand there and direct them."
"Which is hard enough." Eric combated, unaware that Kyle was just few feet over from where they were dancing.
Kyle however was mesmerized at how good Eric apparently was at German folk dancing; it was a talent of Eric's that he had only seen briefly as a child, and back then Kyle honestly thought that the lardass was just making it all up as he went. But as Kyle could see now, he was actually coordinated and meticulous in his steps.
They both looks like music box dancers. It was so surreal.
Silently moving in closer, Kyle continued to watch their every move like some sort of wildlife observer. As if this was some odd mating ritual that he had the privilege of seeing.
An envious rush of energy swept through Kyle's body as he took in that thought.
To make matters worse, Kyle heard Ulla make a comment, "Eric, you can't move in that close, its crushing my already aching chest."
And then Eric just laughed to himself as he muttered, "Not my fault you're flaunting yourself like that." Kyle watched as Eric moved in even closer, his lover narrowing his eyes as he brought up his hand to move Ulla next to him again, but obviously moving it slightly closer to her chest so that he could cop a feel.
"Ahem." Kyle coughed loudly as he folded his arms into his own chest in an angry spout of jealousy.
Both Ulla and Eric immediately stopped dancing as soon as they noticed that they weren't alone anymore, looking terribly flushed as they darted their heads in Kyle's direction.
And Kyle did not look too amused, Ulla knew that he probably was taking it the wrong way but insisted, "Kyle! Dear Lord, did you get a chance to see how good Eric is at dancing! I couldn't have asked for a better practice partner, wouldn't you agree Er…." She halted her explanation as soon as she looked up at the larger boy.
Eric was taken away at how astonishing Kyle looked in his little pair of green Lederhosen. The etching was lined with gold and red patch work which met in even intervals, joining together to make individual roses. From this pattern, a crest was formed from at the center of his chest which was emblemed with a coat of arms surrounded by two beastly looking tigers. He even had a matching hat on, complete with gold and red feathers. The shoes were perfect too, with his long woolen socks almost reaching his knees as he stared daggers at Eric's soul.
Smiling contently, Eric peered down at Ulla knowingly as he smirked, "Du hast das für ihn ausgewählt, nicht wahr?"
Smiling back with equal contentment, the blonde cheered, "Ich konnte nicht glauben, dass sie eines wie das hatten, in seiner Größe!"
Kyle could understand them perfectly well, but wasn't in the mood to play along, "Ugh. You guys are so lame, and of course you haven't even changed into your set, Eric. Way to be a team player." He grumbled angrily as he turned around to make his way towards the pot he was supposed to retrieve.
"Woah Woah hold on." Kyle felt a hand grip his shoulder before turning him around, "Where do you think you're going." Eric called down to him as he dragged his lover back to the dance floor, still obviously engrossed in Kyle's outfit as he eyed his Jew down hungrily.
Kyle liked the fact that Eric's focus was back on him, but was still pissed off about how flirtatious the lardass was acting around Ulla. Crossing his arms again, Kyle turned away from Eric as he scoffed, "We're still not set up and we only have what, ten minutes before the whole student body will be pouring in here?"
Enjoying his Jew's little snarky attitude, Eric gripped onto Kyle's waist to crash him back into his own waist as he whispered down into his ear, "Calm down." He soothed, carrying his hand up so that he could caress Kyle's neck, "I can get changed in like five seconds; I only have now to teach you how to dance." With his other hand, he gently squeezed the redhead's love handle, feeling Kyle tense as the smaller boy turned around in protest.
"What?" Kyle asked in confusion, not remembering anyone telling him that he had to learn the dances too. That wasn't part of his agreement.
Eric glanced over to Ulla, signaling her to play along. Ulla took the hint immediately, so with a sense of urgency she walked over to the bewildered redhead and warned, "Yeah Kyle, you and I are going to be out on the floor and you're going to have to know how to dance!"
Looking back frantically towards Eric, Kyle declared sternly "I'm not dancing."
Eric suddenly felt a jolt of unadulterated pleasure as he realized what he could say to really get Kyle going. So with that 'better than thou' attitude that he was so good at pulling off, the larger boy sighed knowingly while rolling his eyes, "Oh that's right, Jew's have no rhythm." He trailed off with a bit of disappointment.
Kyle angrily slapped at Eric as he pushed the lardass back a couple of feet in a bout of rage, "NOT BECAUSE OF THAT FATASS." He yelled, running toward Eric to continue his barrage of hits. Eric however was laughing hysterically as he easily defending himself from Kyle's kitty punches.
Ulla just shook her head in amusement as she head off towards the kitchen.
"Okay then why? Why won't you let me teach you how to dance? You sure looked jealous when I was with Ulla…" Eric gripped onto Kyle's hands so that he couldn't fight him any longer.
Kyle struggled to free his hands as he growled, "That's because you were getting too bold with her, which honestly I'm still pissed about." He used his foot to kick Eric's shin instead.
Eric inhaled through his teeth as he took in Kyle's sharp little kick, "It was just play Kyle!" he explained, lowering his eyelids slightly as he insinuated, "You know I'm saving the real stuff for you as soon as I get you all alone… while you're still wearing that outfit of yours." He looked down at the feisty little Deutsche!Kyle in front of him, undressing him with his eyes as he suddenly felt his pants get tighter.
Pouting like the little Jew princess he was, Kyle snagged his arms away from Eric with one strong pull, "If I'll let you that is." He rubbed his wrists to get blood back into his hands, glaring up at his hazy-eyed lover as he smiled deviously, "How about this, if your dancing lessons are as good as your German lessons, I might take some time off from serving for Ernst so that I can serve for you."
Now that's what Eric wanted to hear. Grinning a wicked grin, Eric lowered his eyes even more as he soothed, "Good Jew" he brought Kyle back into him so that they could start their lesson, "Now, if you stand at my side I can show you what the guy's supposed to do."
Kyle smiled smugly as he teased, "So you'll be playing the part of the girl?" he nudged Eric's side in jest.
Eric just puffed an exasperated sigh, "Yeah, for now." He assured, taking a deep breath before moving on, "Now you hold onto my arm like this, and then we start to walk out in a circle taking small kicks." He instructed, taking the first step as he coaxed Kyle to follow.
Kyle followed Eric's steps as closely as he could, eyeing his legs instead of looking straight forward, "Okay, seems easy enough."
"Yeah well this is the easy part," Eric informed, changing his tone to a more mocking one as he added, "but now we have to start singing."
Kyle quickly brought his head back up to meet Eric's as he groaned, "Oh god there's singing?"
Eric couldn't help but laugh as they continued to walk in a circle, linked at the side as he reassured, "It's not too long, just repeat after me," he paused to recollect the song, 'A frische Mass Bier hat an Foam, an weissn." He sang out in his tenor voice, looking down towards Kyle to make sure he was following.
"A frische Mass Bier…hat an Foam an weissen…" Kyle sang back, out of tune due to his lack of confidence.
Yet Eric cheered, "Good! Now the last part, "und heit gemma net hoam bis uns ausse schmeissn."
"und heit gemma net hoam, bis uns ausse schmeissn?" Kyle repeated, getting the hang of it as he smiled slightly out of pride.
"That's right." Eric gripped onto Kyle's arm as he continued, "Now let's put them together, ready?" he peered down apprehensively.
"Yeah," Kyle gripped back, his heart skipping a beat as he looked up happily into Eric's eyes as they continued the dance as though no one was watching.
Singing together the lyrics sounded out from the center of the room, "A frische Mass Bier hat an Foam an weissen, und heit gemma net hoam bis uns ausse schmeissn."
The mad rush that followed the opening of the 'Karmichael Biergarten' set everyone in a hectic frenzy as all the members stuck to their jobs in assuring that everyone who walked through the pavilion entrance got their food and was out of there as quick as possible so that more people could be served. They had a whole school to feed and only four servers, one host, and two cooks to do the job. The Karmichael's younger children could only take care of little jobs like picking up trash and running food, so everyone stuck to their job while trying to maintain a healthy amount of jollity.
Ulla had no problem with this, her agility and keenness basically made her Dame of the hour when it came to service. Kyle however was still terribly embarrassed of his outfit which made him come off as timid and therefore didn't quite live up to his server role. So by the time the rush reached its highest peak of activity Anke, Ernst and Ulla could tell that the Kyle was at his wits end when it came to player 'little German server boy'.
"Ugh! They only have two choices! Wurst oder Hähnchen! How hard could this be!" Kyle whined as he rushed into the kitchen, venting his frustration on a nearby bag of potatoes.
Eric who had been setting up plates looked back to his Jew when he heard the sudden outburst, "You're obvious not cut out for the restaurant business." He joked, slamming one plate down as he leaned over the table to watch the redhead kick the helpless bag of potatoes on the floor.
"That's why I intend to graduate College, I won't have to worry about getting such menial jobs…" Kyle continued to pout as he walked over to the table Eric was leaning on.
"Brat." Eric teased, intentionally trying to push the envelope as he pushed Kyle's arm to further antagonize him.
"I'm in no fucking mood." Kyle growled, not fighting back.
"Hey Kyle, take a breather!" Ulla suddenly appeared from the entrance as she walked over to the table to pick up a couple plates of food, "We're going to start the dancing portion of the evening as soon as I deliver these plates."
"Really!" Kyle perked up excitedly, "I can take a break?"
"Yup." Ulla assured, "The kids are running out your last table's food so you're cut, for now. But Bert," she turned her attention back to Bert," it's time."
"Can we really do the Guten Tag Hop Clop?" he egged on, steadily watching the stove to make sure nothing was overcooked.
Ulla sighed in exasperation, she was so sick of that movie, "No. Because that dance doesn't exist." She hurriedly made her way towards the exit.
"Mel Brooks says it does." Bert whined, turning off the stove when everything was ready.
"But Anke doesn't. Come on. We've got people to entertain." She exited the kitchen without another word.
"Buh whatever." Bert puffed as threw off his apron revealing his brown colored Lederhosen, "Listen Eric, just make sure those last Wursts get plated. I'm going outside before I have to dance my heart out." He walked past the brunette as he pulled back the tarp wall to exit the pavilion.
"Yeah sure." Eric replied, turning his head over to Kyle who was currently sitting on the table, leaning back with his head rolled to the side.
Eric smirked as he chided, "You can't be exhausted already." he moved back to start plating the leftover sausages.
Kyle grumbled as he pulled his head back up straight to glare at the larger boy behind him, "What have you been doing lardass? Plating food? How tiring…" he teased, swinging his legs over the counter, trying to gain back some feeling in them.
"I'd rather be out there." He walked over to place the last plate on the counter," I hate being cooped up back here." He smirked in dissatisfaction as he listened to Ulla speak above the music coming from the main hall, inviting all the guests to watch on as they started the dancing portion of the night.
Kyle turned his head to listen as well, but then focused back on his lover who was glancing down at the ground in dissatisfaction. Kyle has been too busy to notice, but Eric had changed into his Lederhosen. Not surprisingly it was mostly black, with not too much fancy stitch work like most of their garments were lined with. It had rather ornate green and gold stitching which came together in embroidered patterns which didn't really resemble anything in particular, somewhat resembling Celtic knots, yet not so 'Celtic'. His black hat with matching green and gold feathers was slightly askew from moving back and forth so much. Kyle smiled at his little German boy. "… I like your Lederhosen." He commented, knowing that would get his mind off of his previous seclusion.
Eric snapped out of his bothered state as soon as he heard Kyle ]unexpectedly compliment him. Grinning caustically at the seated redhead, Eric stood up straight as he walked back over to the plated Wursts. "Thankfully I've avoided messing it up. Freaking oily sausages." He shoved one of the plates back out of frustration.
"Yeah…" Kyle sighed, but then seeing Eric positioned over a table of sausages made him thing of an awesome comeback, "it's sure been a sausagefest back here, hasn't it?" How fucking cheezy.
But it caused Eric laugh no less, "Oh ho. Real funny." Eric turned back around to face the heavily amused Jew, taking one of the sausages in his hand as he held It closer to his mouth suggestively, "Too bad you're too much of a fucking pussy to take the next step." He narrowed his eyes suggestively, darting out his tongue to take a devilish lick at the end of the meat stick.
Kyle just rolled his eyes as he looked away from Eric, blushing slightly as he combated, "I'm a pussy? You're the one who has such a problem with it." He suddenly felt his stomach growl, this whole night Kyle hadn't stopped to eat even one bite of food. Looking back at Eric who was still fellating the sausage like some immature preteen, Kyle chortled embarrassingly as he requested "Hand me one of them, I'm getting hungry."
Stopping his oral assault, Eric looked over to the plates as he perked his brow suspiciously, "I'm pretty sure they're pork." He cautioned.
"I don't care I'm hungry." Kyle dared, knowing full well that he had never eaten a full-on pork sausage before but didn't care about what it might to do his stomach at that point. There wasn't any chicken prepared and he sure as hell wasn't touching any sauerkraut. That stuff smelled nasty.
"Okay, but it's not my fault if you feel sick afterwords." Eric warned as he passed a plate over to his Jew. Watching intently as Kyle picked it up off of the plate and hungrily devoured his first bite without a second thought, without any reservations.
This entranced Eric to no end, watching on as Kyle forwent his previous attachment to the Kashrut with such disregard to how serious this violation was. His conscious decision to break the rule, to step out of line. Eric stared on longingly as Kyle swallowed each bite, only to bite down on the sausage again, tearing a piece off with incredibly fervor, as though he hadn't eaten in weeks.
Keeping his eyes glued on his ravenous redhead, something welled inside of the larger boy and before he could place what that feeling was, Eric felt himself storming over to Kyle in a heated frenzy.
"Hm?" Kyle perked up, watching as Eric loomed over him with incredible fascination. Smiling deviously, Kyle finished his last bite with incredible ease as he asked, "What's wrong? Wish it was yours?" he eyed Eric once over, leaning back onto the table once more as the larger boy lowered himself further onto Kyle's inviting mouth.
Licking away some of the oil residue from Kyle's shining wet lips, Eric grinned maliciously as he hummed, "I'm sick of waiting. You look too god damned good for me to wait any longer," he brought his hand up to place it on Kyle's hip.
"Hmmmm well you're going to have to because I'm already full." He whispered into Eric's ear as he brought the larger boy closer into him, feeling himself getting pressed onto the table as Eric's hand snaked down to the buckle of Kyle's Lederhosen.
"Oh no, I'm taking what's mine." Eric growled as he took off the first strap, placing his other hand on the second strap to take that off as well.
Kyle's eyes flashed up in shock as he latched onto Eric's biceps, "What?" he clung on tightly as he felt the brunette's hand push through to his boxers, "Right here? Right now?"
"After that little performance, you better believe it." Eric goaded, delicately pulling Kyle's growing arousal out into the open.
"Ah! But someone might come back here!" Kyle whined as he continued to pant into Eric's ear, burying his head into the crook of his lover's neck as he mercilessly dug his fingers into the larger boy's thick arms.
"Isn't it dangerous?" Eric teased, suddenly lowering himself down to Kyle's waist.
"Wait." Kyle tried to maintain his grip on Eric's arms as the larger boy descended onto his crotch, "You're not really…"
"I told you I'm sick of waiting, and if that means I have to go first then fine." Eric kept eye contact with his bewildered looking Jew as he smiled deviously back up at him, "Besides," he growled, "You've already had you're first taste of 'forbidden fruit' tonight, I guess it's my turn now." Eric insinuated as he darted his tongue out to gently take his first lick of Kyle's fully erect cock.
"Ahhh…" Kyle closed his eyes as he moaned loudly, moving his hand up to grasp at Eric's disheveled hair, knocking off his feathered hat in the process. Feeling Eric's hot tongue continue to lap at his swollen erection, Kyle encouraged his lover's behavior by spreading his legs out even further to give the brunette even more room.
Eric settled in between Kyle's legs as he knelt in a comfortable position on the floor, starting to make small kisses up the length of his Jew's pulsing shaft before wrapping his whole mouth over the throbbing head.
"Oh…fuck Eric! You're such a fucking bastard!" Kyle cried out as he felt Eric use his tongue apply pressure right below his slit, licking and sucking the underside of his dick with such finesse. It had been so long since this was done to him, and damn did he miss it, and Eric was really fucking good at it apparently. Kyle was sweating and moaning profusely as he continued to raggedly run his fingers through Eric's light brown tufts.
Eric was thoroughly enjoying how fired up his Jew was getting over this; the harder he felt his hair getting pulled the more he knew Kyle was loving it. He didn't want to think too hard about what he was doing though, pleasing Kyle's cut jewcock before he got his own lip service. This was a scenario that he thought would never occur. However he knew that he could get Kyle to do whatever he wanted in this position, and to further establish that point, Eric took one last lick at the base of Kyle's shaft before standing back up to shove his Jew back onto the table.
"Wha?" Kyle cried out, surprised as all hell that Eric was now towering above him with his dick firmly encased in the larger boy's hand, "you're… you're not going to finish me?" he whined in desperation.
"This can't be all about you, Liebchen." He teasingly continued to pump Kyle's dick as his eyes narrowed into devilish slits, "I want to hear you beg for it."
"Why!" Kyle writhed around on the table in anguish, "Why do you always have to do this!"
"Because you act so smug about it that's why!" Eric growled as he dug his fingernails into Kyle's sensitive flesh.
"Gwah!" Kyle cried out as he sat back up in horror; however Eric caught him and pinned him back down before the redhead could take his hand off his cock. Growling back down at his Jew, Eric continued to rant, "Every time we do something like this I have to be the one to please you because if it was the other way around you would think that I would view it as some sort of power trip!"
"Because you would!" Kyle argued, trying desperately to free himself from Eric's grasp.
"Well you think the same thing!" Eric combated, releasing his grip somewhat as he resumed his teasing pumps.
Kyle mumbled incoherently as he started to buck into Eric's hand, panting loudly as he eventually shouted "When did I ever give off that impression!"
Eric used his body weight to keep Kyle in place as he quickened his pumps, "Don't play dumb with me." he smiled wickedly before antagonizing, "You love it when you're on top, but I'm not that easy Kyle." Using his other hand to keep Kyle pressed against the table, Eric coaxed, "Come on, say something to convince me otherwise."
"Fuck Eric you can't just go down on me and stop, that's just fucking low!" Kyle whined as he bit his lower lip in frustration, taking both of his arms to grip onto the arm Eric was pinning him down with.
Eric was really getting off on how much Kyle was struggling underneath him, the desperation in his movements signaling how bad he wanted to get off. So with a sinister chuckle Eric prolonged Kyle's suffering, "Not as low as just abandoning you here. Come on, make me want to finish you."
Oh god Kyle couldn't stand any more of this. "Ermm…okay." He brought up his legs to wrap them around Eric's hips, his high socks rubbing against his shivering legs as he lured Eric closer into him, "Wanna know a secret?" he smiled slightly, knowing that phrase would arouse Eric's interest.
He was right, "Hmm…"Eric groaned, his eyes getting milkier as his own cock twitched in anticipation, "Okay, I like where this is going."
Kyle smiled when he realized that he suddenly had the upper hand, "You wanna know?" he reached out to caress Eric's sweaty jawline.
Eric grumbled in discontentment as he thrust harder against the table, "Of course I do, say it!" he raised his voice in an impatient frenzy.
Kyle loved seeing him so bent out of shape, twirling a piece of Eric's hair in between his fingers he finally explained in a sing song tone of voice, "Remember when you and I were fighting each other during Yom Kippur?" he raised his eyebrows in curiosity.
Ohhh Eric remembered that all too well, so with an anxious smile he answered excitedly, "When I had you pinned down?"
Kyle released an exasperated breath as he rolled his eyes in false annoyance, "Yeah…" but then resumed telling his secret as he looked away sheepishly, "I…" he brought his hand up to his mouth to bite his knuckle, "I thought that was hot."
Eric's eyes flung open as he inhaled a sharp breath, "You did?"
"Yeah," Kyle admitted, looking back up at Eric with uncertainty staining his emerald shimmering eyes. Splayed out on the table in his disheveled Lederhosen and messed up red locks, which somehow were still keeping his hat in place he rambled on, "I was fighting you and we were in our uniforms, and for some reason I really thought it was hot when we started to go at it."
"Mmm…" Eric hummed in satisfaction as he lowered his head back down onto Kyle's swollen erection, "you know how to fucking get me you stupid Jew." He placed his lips around Kyle's slit to gently run the tip of his tongue down the entire length of his Jew's shaft.
"Oh god…" Kyle cried out, closing his eyes tightly as he felt Eric's mouth take him in all at once, deep throating him with no struggle at all. Feeling Eric's lips touch the base of his arousal, only to slide back up to his tip, Kyle decided to reward his German boy's performance by suggesting, "I actually think I want to do that again."
"Hmm…" Eric moaned. Kyle could feel him smiling, which was odd, but sexy nevertheless. "Picture it." Kyle continued, placing his hand on the back of Eric's head as he encouraged his lover to increase the speed of his bobs.
Eric felt Kyle grip the back of his head even harder. Puffing in amusement, he willingly increased the pressure of his mouth around Kyle's cock as he sped up his thrusts, snaking one of his hands up to the zipper to tug the fly down even further… gaining further access to other sensitive areas.
Kyle could feel the outside air hit a portion of his ballsack as he felt Eric tug his zipper down even further. Even more exciting was when he felt Eric actually gently pull them out to give them equal attention. Eagerly thrusting into Eric's mouth, Kyle clenched onto the back of his lover's head even harder as he moaned hungrily, "Us fighting like that."
At that comment Eric too felt his arousal hit a critical stage, essentially causing him to ignore the pain from Kyle pulling his hair and thrusting into his aching mouth.
Kyle's breaths were getting even more ragged as his chest heaved in and out in heavier pulses, entering his climax as his muscles clenched, "in our uniforms…" he wheezed.
"Hmmmm…" Eric too felt himself pool over as he allowed for Kyle to pull his head all the way onto his dick.
"in bed!" Kyle cried one final time before cumming against the back of Eric's tightly clenched throat.
Eric couldn't breathe, yet somehow that temporary suffocation was intoxicating enough to actually send him into his own climax as Kyle's words caused him to cum in his own fucking Lederhosen. While he could feel Kyle's dick throb in the back of his throat releasing thick cum down his choking esophagus, he could also feel his own dick pump against the elastic of his boxers; his own cum dripping down onto his hip as a couple drips raced down his thigh.
After the mirth of his orgasm faded, Eric suddenly realized that he needed to breath and the copious amount of cum blocking his windpipe was preventing him from doing so. Retching back from Kyle's lap, Eric started to cough profusely, causing some of Kyle's spend to dribble out of mouth as he fought to get some oxygen back into his body.
Kyle however was still pristine looking, not a spot of his cum stained his clothes as he watched his lover writhe on the floor. Enjoying the sight of Eric looking so helpless, Kyle decided to rub salt in the wound by smiling deviously and muttering, "I was joking by the way. I would never let you touch me in that thing."
Eric coughed a couple more times before shamefully whipping the cum and drool oozing from his lips, "Stupid…" he felt himself tear up, feeling the coldness of his soiled boxers as more cum started to run down his thigh, "I should have known."
Kyle's smug stature faded quickly as he heard Eric's shaky voice sound out from the ground. Why is he getting upset?
Tucking his dick back into his pants, Kyle hurriedly hopped down off of the table to console Eric who was now apparently tearing up, "What the fuck Eric, what's wrong?" he knelt down next to his trembling lover.
"You're such a dick!" Eric sniffed, not sure if it was semen or sobs he was swallowing down at that point, "You mouth fuck me until I can't fucking breathe and then say something like that afterwards? What kind of lover are you?" he pushed Kyle out of the way, not wanting the fucker to see him so bent out of shape.
Kyle felt like shit, but laughed anyway, "Eric!" he prodded, reaching an arm out to gingerly touch Eric's shoulder, "I was just playing! I thought that you were too!" he reasoned, egging Eric to come in closer so that he could console him.
"Well I wasn't!" Eric yelled, shifting around uncomfortably as his semen started to cling to his skin underneath his pants, "and thanks to your 'playing' I ended up…" it was so embarrassing, but with a lowered shameful voice Eric gulped down a good helping of his pride before muttering, "jizzing my pants."
Kyle perked up immediately when he heard Eric admit that, "I made you jizz your pants?" Oh My God how awesome am I? "That's why you're so upset!" he sounded up joyfully, amused as all hell that this was the actual reason Eric was so upset.
"Don't flatter yourself!" Eric whined, "You vain son of a bitch, it's the nastiest feeling ever… and I have no change of clothes." Not wanting to cry again, Eric bit his lower lip as he pouted, "It's humiliating."
Oh God Kyle could help but make this suggestion, "Then take your boxers off."
Eric flashed his tearful face around to look at Kyle in bewilderment, "What?"
"Go commando. Come on." Kyle pressed Eric to the ground as he started to undo Eric's Lederhosen, "I'll change you…" he berated the outstretched boy pinned beneath him.
Eric suddenly felt aroused again as he felt Kyle undo his pants, slowly tugging his relatively clean Lederhosen off to reveal his cum stained boxers. Flushing profusely, Eric felt even more humiliated by the way Kyle was treating him, but nevertheless wanted his Jew to continue whatever it was he was intending to do.
"Now for these." Kyle reached up to pull back the elastic band of Eric's boxers, "Lets take these off, shall we?"
Eric felt Kyle gently pull his boxers off of his waist, the soiled cloth sliding down his legs as he muttered "No one better walk in here and see me like this, holy fucking god."
Kyle turned around to listen to what was going on outside, hearing the cheering and whooping he turned back around and assured, "They're still dancing." He threw Eric's damp boxers to the side as he crawled up to the larger boy's waist, "Now to clean you up."
Eric smiled deviously, "Serves you right fucker." He snapped as he grabbed a hold of Kyle's red mane, forcing his face down on his crotch with unrivaled ferocity.
But the redhead was having none of that, "Not like that Eric." Kyle combated, moving his face away from Eric's dick as he focused in on the sticky thigh, "We don't have time for that." He swirled his tongue around the first stream of dried cum as he made his was down Eric's thigh. Gagging as he brought his tongue back into his mouth, Kyle retched, "I'm only making up for what I did to you."
Eric pouted as he watched his Jew make use of his bratty mouth, "I'll get you back for this I swear to god."
Kyle shrugged as he finished lapping up the last bit of Eric's dried spend , "I guess I'll deserve it when it comes."
But Eric didn't want to hear such passive comments, "Ugh… don't say that! It'll take the fun out of it!" he pounded the ground in frustration, watching Kyle laugh as his Jew pulled his Lederhosen back onto his waist, "God I hate you sometimes..."
"Only sometimes?" Kyle commented doubtfully, buttoning the straps back in place, making sure everything looked in place before getting back up; reaching a hand out to help Eric get up as well.
Taking the hand willingly, Eric rolled forward to get up off of the ground, "Well…" he exhaled loudly as he pulled himself back up onto his two feet, "I guess that's what makes me love you so much." He reached out to touch Kyle's face, swatting it playfully.
"You're so weird." Kyle laughed weakly, grabbing a hold of the hand before leaning forward onto Eric's chest to hold him in a tight embrace, nuzzling his head under the larger boy's neck as they stood in place.
"No," Eric corrected, nuzzling into Kyle's red mane as he responded, "we're equally fucked up."
Kyle closed his eyes as he inhaled Eric's musty scent, smiling contently as he listened to the German music blaring from the other room, "I guess that's what makes me love you so much."
"What a wwweeeiiirrrrdddd town." a female voice sounded from the trees surrounding the school grounds, "How could Eric live around here without going CRAZY. There's so many people! So many filthy minorities taking up the space where there could be churches and roller skating rinks!"
"Well, that's why we're here. Howard thinks Eric's gone a little soft ever since Yom Kippur. We need to show him that we're willing to fight now." A generic male voice sounded out from the same area.
"Eric hasn't gone soft." The female voice spoke up again, finally revealing herself as she climbed out of the bush she was hiding in, "He's just cautious that's all." Missy reasoned as she watched the Homecoming game enter halftime, most of the students exiting the stand to get refreshments from the pavilion they were supposed to raid.
" What's the plan?" one of the guys spoke up, knowing full well that they dove into this thing without a plan of action.
"We're going to set the whole fucking tent on fire, that's the plaAn!" Missy mocked the guy as she brought out a canister of some sort, "But first we're going to use this can of knock out gas to make sure they're all in the tent when it goes up in flames!"
"But won't Eric be in there too?" one of the guys brought up worriedly.
"We'll pull him out of course!" she berated, looking down at the cheering students as she continued to speak, "and when he wakes up he'll be back in Nebraska with me!" Missy squealed, doing a twirl as she looked back to her goons, "See? Everyone wins!"
"But how are you going tzu isolate ze resistance team wizout harming any innocent bystanders?" a foreign voice sounded out from behind them, definitely not sounding familiar as they all jumped back in shock.
"GAH! WE HAVE COMPANY!" Missy screamed as she reached into her bag to grab one of her Jewbombs, but then realized she accidently pulled out her personal Eric doll instead. Blushing profusely, she pushed that back inside to pull out the doll she originally intended to use before yelling, "Show yourself you funny accented foreigner!"
"No need tzu be alarmed." The voice sounded out again, but this time from out in front of them. Whipping their heads back around, the group of dissenters focused in on the person in front of them as their eyes adjusted to the darkness of his figure, "I am here tzu assist you."
"Well…" Missy took one look at his dark skin and responded, "We don't need help from any…." However she couldn't quite tell what exactly he was, so she settled on, "Minority! figures we'd run into one out here in this weird ass town." She muttered, her men agreeing with her as they maintained their battle poses.
"Well zen, eef zat ees ze case zen I guess you do not want tzu know when ze resistance group will be alone in ze tent." Christophe puffed out a line of smoke before walking away.
"Wait!" Missy called out, changing her mind as she grew closer cautiously, "We do want to know that, but what do you want in return?"
Christophe brought his cigarette back up to his mouth as he muttered, "…let me see zat canister."
Missy looked to her concoction before glaring back up at the mysterious man, "I'm not giving you my Zyklon-B bomb! I made it myself!"
Christophe chuckled in amusement, "Zyklon-B… you made zat yourself?" he reached out his hand to inspect the bomb.
"YUP!" Missy cheered, willing to let the guy see it if he was impressed with it. "Here! I learned the recipe off the internet!" she handed it over.
Christophe took the canister out of Missy's hand and immediately opened it up, sticking his finger into the concoction before bringing up to his mouth to taste test it.
The members along with Missy watched on in shock.
Christophe deduced that the mixtures wasn't Zyklon-B for sure, his father had given him small doses of that back in Turkey, but whatever it was, it was threatening enough that he wanted to do away with it. "Very good." He commented, using sleight of hand to replace Missy's canister with his own replica, pocketing the original in his baggy pants as he gave Missy the fake.
"You… you should be dead." Missy commented, backing up as if she expected him to explode or something.
"Not quite." Christophe muttered, looking to the pavilion as he mentioned, "During ze second 'alf of ze game, ze members will be cleaning up ze pavilion while ze rest of ze students will be far enough away tzu not cause any disturbances."
Missy perked a brow, not sure if she trusted this guy or not. The guy did take a lick of her poison without a second thought. That proved something, what that 'something' was she wasn't quite sure, but regardless she asked "Why are you helping us?"
Taking his last puff of his cigarette, Christophe laughed to himself as he wandered back into the forest, "Because I zink you and Eric are perfect for one anozer."
"Alright guys!" Anke cheered as the last bit of trash was thrown away. During the game the pavilion was closed and now that half time was over, they were officially done for the night. "I can tell ve made a load of money and that means good things for our Weihnachts Party! Let's get packed up so ve can vatch the firevorks!"
"But they're starting in like five minutes!" Ulla whined as she sat down next to Franz who had been packing away his accordion, "Can't we go watch the fireworks and come back and pack?"
Everyone started to whine as they argued Anke's claim. Realizing she wasn't going to win, the older woman cried out, "Okay Okay! Ruhe Ruhe! Ve'll go watch the firevorks and come back and pack. But I'm not responsible for anything that might be taken out of here vhile ve're avay!"
"Who would want to steal a dated stereo system and a bunch of weird German decorations?" Nigel shouted out as he grabbed his backpack with his change of clothes.
"Someone who's pretty god damned desperate, I'll tell you that." Franz commented as he got up off of his own chair, "Now where are we going to watch them?"
"I know!" Kyle shouted out from where he and Eric were seated, "We can go to the hill behind the lot where the face painting booths were today! They've probably already left and it's probably open right now!"
"Isn't that kind of secluded though?" Bert commented, "I think the face-painting people didn't do so good this year because it's so far back."
Franz, Ulla, Eric and Kyle glared at Bert in irritation as the large boy figured out why Kyle had suggested it in the first place.
"Oh… nevermind." Bert shied away from the subject as he took a bite out of his stale Wurst.
"Secluded is good!" Anke replied, "It means ve can vatch it together as a small group!"
"Okay then, let's go claim it before someone else does." Nigel started to walk out of the pavilion as Bert and the kids followed.
"Dummkopf." Franz muttered as he snaked his hand around Ulla's waist on their way out of the pavilion.
Following behind Ernst and Anke as she latched onto her boyfriend playfully, Ulla looked back to see where Eric and Kyle were, "Hey! You guys coming?"she called back.
"Yeah," Eric grumbled from the pavilion, suddenly emerging with Kyle on his back.
"What?" Franz laughed at the sight with Ulla laughing beside him as she asked, "What's wrong with Kyle?"
Shifting Kyle's weight so that he was more comfortable, Eric sighed in annoyance, "Tiger here is still exhausted from the half time shift so he insisted on me giving him a piggy back ride."
Ulla's amused face immediately turned into a scowl as she nudged her boyfriend, "Hey! I want one too!"
"Uh.." Franz glared at Kyle who just smirked as Eric walk past him, "Fine," the blond lowered himself so that Ulla could hop on.
The hike over to the hill was okay for everyone who didn't have to hull an extra person with them, so as Eric and Franz brought up the rear with their significant others glued to their backs, the rest of the German club laughed on as they watched the two suckered boys exasperatingly climb the hill up to where Anke spread out the numerous blankets claiming their spots.
"Oh vhat good sports!" Anke cheered as Franz and Ernst eventually made it to the outer blanket "Kyle and Ulla vorked especially hard today so they absolutely deserve a little revard."
"I think you all do." Ernst added as he brought out a concealed package, "Now don't you guys tell your parents but, what's Oktoberfest without some real beer?"
"REALLY!" Nigel freaked out as he ripped open the paper bag to reveal a six pack of Beck imported beer, "Awesome! I knew you'd do this again!"
"Ernst!" Anke shouted angrily at her husband, "Vhat did I tell you last year?"
"Eh come on hun, it's 'Oktoberfest' one beer won't hurt em." He shrugged, watching on as the six teens retrieved their own bottle of booze.
"CAN I HAVE ONE!" Friedrich asked from behind his father, eager to see if he brought him one too.
"Well…" Ernst looked over to the teens looming over their six pack like hawks "If one of them offers theirs up, you can have it."
Friedrich looked desperately at the older group of teens; they all looked back at him with unfazed stares.
The younger boy sighed as he disappeared back behind his parents, "I guess I'll just hand out with the kiddie section then."
"…honestly Ernst, your job isn't on the line." She nudged him again, folding her arms in her chest as Ernst just shook his head, "You're telling me you don't trust the six teenagers who have been putting their lives on the line for us?"
Anke looked out to her beloved German club, all six of them carrying on as Bert offered his beer opener keychain to each of them. "I guess you're right." She smiled.
"So Kyle… is this your first alcoholic drink?" Nigel teased as he gulped a healthy portion of his beer.
"As a matter of fact no!" Kyle snapped, taking a small sip as he leaned against Eric, "I've had a beer or two before."
"That's a surprise… Mr. Studious and all…" Franz teased even further as Ulla punched him mockingly, "Cut it out Mr. Idrinktwodrinksthenpassout."
"Oh hoho! Mr. Lightweight over there." Bert shouted as he halfed his bottle in one gulp.
"I've actually done acid once." Kyle combated, smugly closing his eyes as he took another sip.
Everyone stopped laughing as they looked at Kyle incredulously; keeping silent for a second or two before laughing hysterically.
"What?" Kyle looked back at his significant other, "I did!"
"Listen, what happens in San Francisco, stays in San Francisco. Okay?" Eric perked his eyebrow before taking another gulp of his beer.
"Grrr fine." Kyle pouted before looking down at the stadium. In his line of sight he could see other couples laying next to each other on random parts of the grass hill spaced out far enough to maintain a safe level of privacy.
He couldn't recognize any of the couples at first, but as his eyes wandered down the hill over towards the edge of the trees lining the parking lot there was one couple that caught his eye immediately.
Stan and Wendy.
What a boner killer. Looking back towards the stadium, Kyle cursed at himself for looking in the first place.
Eric noticed that Kyle hadn't spoken or taken a sip of his drink in a while, so he shifted his shoulder to nudge his Jew slightly "Hey," he called down, "What's up."
Looking down at Stan and Wendy as the black haired girl handed his ex boyfriend a large colorful present, Kyle suddenly realized that Stan's birthday was just two days away. This used to be such a big deal for both of them, because whatever Stan got they would usually end up sharing and this year, that wasn't going to happen.
Kyle felt a wave of sadness hit him as the first firework sounded up from the stadium. "Eric." He muttered, trying to get his lover's attention as the rest of his friends watched forward with awe.
Eric however was already directing his attention at his depressed looking Jew, "What's wrong? This is supposed to be a happy night."
"I know. But..." Kyle smiled a sad smile, "If for some off reason I was voted Homecoming King… would you be my Homecoming Queen?"
Eric screwed up his face in confusion, "What?" he scoffed, unsure as to why that was bothering Kyle, "What's that got to do with anything."
"Homecoming King?" Ulla asked, apparently having listened in on their conversation, "What's that?"
Franz heard his girlfriend's question and responded, "The student body votes for two representatives to become 'King and Queen' of the homecoming event. It's an American High School tradition."
"That's not just proms?" she asked unknowingly.
"Nope. There's homecoming too." Her boyfriend answered.
Ulla pursed her lips tighter as she looked around for something. Eyeing the grass, she grabbed a handful of blades; fidgeting with them as Eric, Kyle and Franz watched on with incredible interest.
After about ten minutes or so of watching Ulla construct something out of the different lengths of blades she plucked, it became apparent that she was making two different kinds of head dresses.
"There!" she weaved in her last one, "I don't know about elections but." She took her first crown and scooted over to Kyle to delicately place it on his head, "As far as I'm concerned you're the King of this event and…" Ulla went back to fetch the second smaller one, cradling in her hands as she shifted over to where Eric was seated; laughing to herself as she commented, "you're definitely the Queen."
Kyle blushed as he reached up to touch his grass crown, smiling at Eric who looked pretty 'charming' to say the least, "Ulla, what the fuck, why are you so awesome?" he complimented before taking a closer look at Eric's grass tiara.
"I just am." She sighed contently before nuzzling back into Franz' shoulder; her boyfriend shaking his head proudly as he tussled up her hair.
"So…" Eric tried to look up at his tiara to no avail, "I guess this answers your question?" he shifted his eyes over to his 'King' as a large green firework went off overhead , making Kyle's bright emerald eyes look even more vibrant.
Kyle was still poking at his grass crown as he smiled brightly, " So you'll be my Homecoming Queen?" he shifted his eyes back to Eric who was peering down at him with his enamored stare; the fireworks reflecting off of his boyfriend's warm autumn irises as he reached out to bring Kyle in closer.
Tightly embracing his precious Jew underneath the night autumn sky, Eric lowered his face to Kyle's mouth as he growled longingly, "If it'll quit your moping." He nipped the redhead's bottom lip.
Kyle laughed happily as he felt his heart melt, "God damn it I love you."
"I love you too Kyle." Eric responded before kissing Kyle back as the Finale sounded out from above them.
But just as Eric was about to roll on top of Kyle to take their love session to the next step, something clunked on the ground beside his hand.
Opening one eye to see what it was, Eric was surprised to see a canister of some sort with TRAITOR! labeled on it with dark red marker.
And then his blood ran cold.
"FUCK!" Eric grabbed onto Kyle in a mad rush to shield him with his weight.
The rest of the German club looked over to where Eric was crouched, but before they could ask what was wrong the canister exploded in a white flash.
All of the members screamed, but the POP that followed didn't sound like a bomb, it just sounded like a firecracker.
After the initial shock, and quickly realizing that he wasn't hurt at all, Eric carefully gazed over to where the canister exploded.
"What did a firework drop down or something?" Bert asked, actually smiling from how 'cool' that was.
"No…" Eric released Kyle as he saw something foreign from where the bomb went off, something that wasn't there before.
"What was it? Did someone throw over a roman candle?" Kyle asked, looking to see what it was that Eric picked up.
It was a white rose with a note attached.
Eric ripped the note off of the doll as he read, "Consider us Even, FeuerTiger."
"Eric, this is Christophe's handwriting." Kyle commented as he too took a look.
"Well then he must have intercepted it," Eric reasoned, suddenly donning his murderous stare as he tensed his muscles, "because that canister was supposed to kill us."
"What?" Bert exclaimed, choking on his pretzel as he too got off of the ground.
"Come on!" Kyle shouted as he stood up straight, "We have to leave here as soon as possible!"
"What's going on?" Franz asked in confusion, still unsure of what that note meant or if that canister was really supposed to kill them.
"They're here." Eric replied, absolutely positive that it was Missy's handwriting that spelled out 'TRAITOR' on the bomb.
"You mean…" Nigel inhaled.
"Yes, them." Eric warned, feeling his blood boil as he reasoned, "And something tells me…" he looked around nervously, not spotting anything immediate as he narrowed his eyes, "no… they couldn't have."
"What?" Bert asked.
And as if that accusation triggered a response, the members suddenly heard screams emanate from the other side of the stadium lot followed by a bright orange glare from where their pavilion was stationed.
"Holy fuck no!" Bert shouted as he ran out to see what the fuck the orange glare was, Nigel following close behind.
Everyone else on the hill also directed their attention towards the glare as it started to grow brighter, suddenly realizing that something was indeed on fire.
"They couldn't of," Eric spoke though the screams as more and more people ran out to inspect was what going on, "I told Howard not to!" he shook his head in disbelief.
"Eric," Kyle latched onto Eric in concern, "What's going on?"
Eric turned back around and instructed the rest of the members present, "They're after the Karmichaels! Come on we need to get them out of here!"
Franz' eyes widened as he muttered, "No… not us….what do I have to do with anything?"
Kyle reached down to pull Franz off of the ground as he yelled, "This isn't the time for dramatics Franz, come on! We have to fight for your family!" he grabbed a hold of the hysterical blonde as the rest of them followed suit.
Back at the tent, the fire department had already arrived by the time the group showed up to inspect what was going on.
To their shock, the whole pavilion had evidently gone up in flames, only leaving behind the metal frames of chairs, tables, and poles which randomly clattered to the ground as the tarp resting around them crumbled to ash.
All the original Bavarian decoration were gone along with Franz' accordion, all of the kitchen appliances, and the dated sound system.
It appeared that any evidence that would have been left behind by the perpetrators was gone too, but as Ulla walked forward to see where her host family and friends were located, she spotted them all gathered around one spot, looking at something on the ground in front of the entrance.
Pushing through the crowd of people, Ulla approached Eric and Kyle from behind them as she gently touched the brunettes shoulder, not saying a word as he shifted his head to meet her concerned expression.
Yet as he stepped out of the way, Ulla shifted her focus away from Eric's grave expression to the object they were all staring at in disbelief.
But it wasn't just one object on the ground, there were two- Two dolls which resembled Eric and Kyle linked together at the hand with a large, sharpened metal pole going through both of their heads. However, the most unsettling detail amongst this disturbing shrine were the red oversized spray painted words etched across the bottom of the two dolls reading, "HOW COULD YOU?"
The German - Special Thanks to TerryxRage who also helped with my letter to die deutsche Leser!
"Du bist so wahnsinnig." – You're so insane.
"Sei ruhig!" – Be quiet!
"Sah ein Mädchen ein Röslein stehen, Blühte dort in lichten Höhen. Sprach sie ihren Liebsten an ob er es ihr steigen kann…" – beginning Lyrics to Rosenrot by Rammstein (A girl saw a little rose. It bloomed there in bright heights. She asked her sweetheart if he could fetch it for her)
"Tiefe…" – the beginning of the refrain to Rosenrot (Deep...)
"Ich liebe dich auch, du irrer Jude" – I love you too, you crazy Jew
Und dich auch – and you too.
"Kann man Herzen brechen. Können Herzen sprechen . Kann man Herzen quälen. Kann man Herzen stehlen. Sie wollen mein Herz am rechten Fleck doch, seh ich dann nach unten weg. Da schlägt es in der linken Brust, der Neider hat es schlecht gewusst." – Lyrics to Link by Rammstein (Can you break hearts. Can hearts speak. Can you torture hearts. Can you steal hearts. They want my heart on the right spot but, then I look below it beats there in the left breast .The envious have not known it well)
Hofbräuhaus – famous Biergarten in Munich
Biergarten – A traditional German gathering place where beer is served with other German foods. Often accompanied with music and dancing.
Rehberger Ländler – Traditional song from Rehberger
A frische Mass Bier hat an Foam an weissen, und heit gemma net hoam bis uns ausse schmeissn – Ein frisches Mass Bier hat einen weissen Schaum, und heute gehen wir nicht Heim bis sie uns rausschmeissen - A fresh liter of beer has a white foam, and today we won't go home till they throw us out.
Du hast das für ihn ausgewählt, nicht wahr? – You picked that out for him, didn't you?
"Ich konnte nicht glauben, dass sie eines wie das hatten, in seiner Größe!" – I couldn't believe that they had one like that, in his size!
Dame – Lady
Wurst oder Hähnchen – Wurst or Chicken
Weihnachts Party! – Christmas Party
Ruhe Ruhe! – Quiet Quiet!
AN: A lot of you are probably wondering how long this story is going to end up being, and I'll tell you now that we are definitely in the descend. I don't plan on running much longer than 300,000 words since I'm going to be in Germany for 10 weeks and I might not be able to update during that time. So I might be done in about 2 more chapters or maybe even less. Quite honestly I'm flattered that all of you are so involved 200,000 words into this! I try to make everything as interesting as possible. And given Eric and Kyle's history, it think it would honestly take them this long to do anything. This isn't a one or two chapter sort of deal IMO.
Doch - Mir sind mehrere deutsche Leser aufgefallen. Ich möchte allen meinen deutschen Lesern persönlich danken. Ich hoffe, dass euch meine Geschichte gefällt und ihr versteht, dass ich euer fortsetzendes Weiterlesen sehr schätze!
PS - Uke!Eric is hot.
