Hi everyone! I heard that some of you were excited for the Kyle and Cartman scene so here it is. I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 12

Thursday at 8pm...

Kyle paced back and forth next to Stark's pond, his nose tinted red with the prickling cold. He clutched a backpack containing the game and money as were the orders. Kyle felt butterflies swirl in his stomach, feeling like he was going to vomit. In a couple more moments, he will face the...monster he has dreaded to even thinking about. The person who had puppet strings controlling him and Stan: he could determine their fate. Stan's life. Kyle kept his pride: he couldn't cry now, not here. He is so close to ending this nightmare altogether. Stan would be safe and with his family. He would have his best friend again. Everyone won in their own way, right? There was the stab of negativity in his soul though. Everything won't be the same after this and Kyle knew that for a fact. Cartman might try something like this again but that's in the future. He had to focus on the present.

All of a sudden, heavy footsteps approached and Kyle whipped his head around. The fatass was now here.

"Took you long enough," Kyle hissed," I've got the stuff now tell me where you have Stan and I won't strangle you with my bare hands."

Cartman tutted," Geez Kahl calm your Jew ass down. Hand me the shit and I'll tell you everything."

Kyle hesitated for a moment but proceeded to hand over the backpack. "Now tell me where Stan is you fat asshole."

Cartman had a grin plastered on his face as he hauled the backpack on his shoulders." Well, Kahl there is a change of plan."

"Cartman cut the bullshit. Tell me where Stan is. NOW!"

"The thing is Kahl, I won't be giving back Stan. Ya see, I have a millionaire who is paying me over 100,000 dollars for your faggy boyfriend and I'm not turning down that deal. He's going to New York and I'm going to make some profit. Neat, ain't it?"

Kyle was taken aback. He was frozen on the spot trying to process the information. "Y-y-you wouldn't," he croaked.

"I already have. I always win Kahl and you are gonna suffer knowing that your hippy best friend is fucked. Emotionally and physically." Cartman laughed manically.

Kyle began to shake with utter rage, "YOU BASTARD!" he screamed as he lunged at Cartman. Unfortunately, Cartman saw this coming and swung as hard as he could. His fist connected with Kyle's cheek. Kyle staggered back and crashed onto the blanket of snow beneath him. The impact dazed his vision but he could see the blood dripping down his cheek onto his gloved hand. Cartman took this opportunity to flip off the wounded boy and run as fast as he could back to his house.

When he got there, he could hear police sirens in the distance approaching. He bolted into house and grabbed the sharpest knife he could find. Then, he ran into the basement to find Stan sitting there surprisingly calmly.

"I think I've got about 5 minutes since the police will have to kick down the door first," he thought as he grabbed a roll of tape.

Stan looked utterly confused yet relieved as Cartman began to hack off his restraints with the knife. The relief was short lived however as Cartman forced his wrists behind his back and tie them. Stan gave a muffled scream of agony as his arm was twisted and pulled. Cartman the tied a cloth over Stan's mouth to muffle his cries even more.

"Listen hippy, the police are here so I have to keep you silent. Ok?" Cartman whispered in Stan's ear as he dragged him near a set of boxes.

Stan just inhaled deeply through his nose and glared at Cartman. All of a sudden, a door was kicked in and a racket was heard upstairs. Cartman kept a tight grasp onto his captive, knife still in hand. The silence of the basement was interrupted however as officers came filling in. They looked over to see Cartman standing up with Stan powerless in his arm.

"We've found the boy," an officer spoke into his radio.

Cartman stood his ground: refusing to give up. He brought up the knife and held it on Stan's neck. "Come any closer and I will slice his fucking throat."

Stan gave a whimper under the grasp as he gazed longingly at the police before him. A young boy ran to the police's side: it was Kyle! He gasped as he saw the situation before him.

"Cartman, put down the knife dude," Kyle began in a quivering, small voice," you don't have to do this. Remember all the fun times you had with Stan. You two hung out on the boat near the beaver damn. You joined him when he had his whale TV show. Nearly every adventure we had, Stan was there. We've been friends since kindergarten. Hell, even before that. He's our friend Cartman: you can't do this to him."

Cartman dropped his guard for a moment. The police took this chance to take the knife from his hands and held him at gun point.

"It's over Cartman,"Kyle declared," give Stan back."

Cartman looked at the gun aimed at him and gave a sigh. He threw Stan onto the ground with great force and made him half-unconscious. The police crowded over Cartman and locked handcuffs onto his hands and lead him up the steps.

Kyle ran over to Stan and hugged his best friend. Tears fell onto Stan's forehead as he nuzzled himself into Kyle's chest, sobbing himself. He slowly looked up and Kyle patted his head gently as he removed the gags from Stan's mouth. Stan smiled as he gave a shaking breath.

"Thank you, "he muttered as he nudged his head onto Kyle's shoulder, "can you untie my hands dude?"

Kyle nodded as he used a knife to cut off the tape. Stan winced ashis hand was freed.

"What's wrong?" Kyle asked worriedly.

"I think Cartman broke my hand. He hit it with a hammer. It hurts so much Kyle," he cried.

"That asshole: he'll get it. I'll get some help ok?"

Stan nodded as Kyle got up and talked to an officer nearby.

To Stan, everything was a blur after that. He remembered the ambulance sirens and being put on a stretcher. The police called his parents and he saw them at the hospital. No major surgery was performed: only an X-ray and a blue cast was put on his arm.

At the hospital, Stan screamed and cried and refused to stay at the hospital for the night so he went home with his parents. His mom was informed that the police will tell her everything that happened the next day.

This was all before Stan fell asleep on the car journey home, snuggled in his mother's arms.

Author's Notes: There we go. Next chapter will probably be the last chapter. It's mostly gonna be some family fluff for when he gets home and the aftermath. So this isn't the last chapter. As always, reviews and comments are greatly appreciated and I look forward to reading them. I'll see you guys later :)