The Police would be there at noon to take him away.
The whole family sat o the couch, waiting. It was 11:37 AM when Sheila saw the Police car park outside. She let out a heavy sigh. "There early." Kyle held Eric's hand tighter, so scared to let go. He was trembling and ready to break down. Eric brought him in his arms with his free hand, kissing his head. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Sheila got up, letting out a breath, preparing herself. The door opened to show two police officers. Both looking like they were about to deliver a 24 hours to live death sentience.
Sheila didn't smile at them but she welcomed them in. no reason to hate them, they were just doing there job thou at this moment she really didn't like them. The younger smiled weakly, an attempt to be polite in this circumstance. "Thank you mam." She couldn't help but smile weakly back and nod her head at him. Eric let go of Kyle, standing up, ready for his sentience.
The older police officer brought out handcuff's, going toward the large brunette. Eric held his hands out. The metal cuffs locking loudly among the quiet room. The officer sighed. "Eric Cartman. You are being placed under arrest for the murders Henry Woodson,Samuel Hines and Lucas Tyler. You are to spend your next three years locked in South Park Penitentiary, you have the right to remain silent, anything you say or do can be put against you in a court of law.'"The police officer sighed, letting some of his real colors show. "I'm sorry kid. You don't deserve this." Eric smiled sadly to him but he had nothing to say.
The younger went to Sheila. "If you like you can follow us for your final goodbyes." Sheila nodded. "We will." She smiled sadly. Kyle stood up, looking at the younger officer. "May I ride in the cruiser with him?" He looked pleadingly, like a dog begging for it's only food in months. The younger looked at the older officer. The older officer sighed. "Just this once but he really are not suppose to."
It was going by so fast. Too fast for Kyle. He went into the cruiser first. He watched as the helped Eric in, cuffed hands on his lap. The closed door felt like it echoed in Kyles mind. They were silent the whole way to the prison. Wanting to say so much but not being able to. With a small, trembling hand he reached over and held Eric's in his tightly. Eric looked over at Kyle with a sad, reassuring smile. A smile even he didn't believe but he hoped to God kyle did.
They finally parked in front of the prison and Kyle's heart dropped. Time was going too fast and he wanted it to stop. Kyle got out of the car first. The officers helped Eric and undid the handcuffs. When they did he clung to Kyle like a lifeline, holding him close and Kyle couldn't take it anymore, breaking down into tears, hiding his face in his boyfriends chest. Sheila, Gerald and Ike stood back, Sheila had tears going down her face along with Ike who was hiding his face in her waist while she held him.
Eric held him until once of the officers tapped him on the shoulder. He nodded and gently brought Kyle to arms length, looking intensely into those green emeralds he loved so much. "I love you and I wish we had more time but I wanted to give you something to keep you going while I'm gone. Something you can look at and always think of me." He let out a shaky sigh, going down on one knee in front of Kyle who's hands went to his mouth in shock, hiding the smile forming. "Kyle, Will you marry me?" Kyle smiled, nodded. He didn't trust his voice to not crack and wobble. Eric smiled, placing the simple sliver band with one blue stone in the center. He chose blue because they matched his eye color and if they matched Eric's eye color then they'll remind Kyle of him and think of him. With one more finale hug they had to go. Sheila gently came over, placing a hand on kyles shoulder while they Took Eric away into the Prison gates. He couldn't believe what just happened but at the same time felt like shouting it to the world.
Once inside the prison they lead him to the front desk, getting what information they didn't have, gave him his orange jumpsuit and got the standard mug shot. He was then lead to his cell where a large man, almost larger then himself. Tattoos covered his face and arms and he saw what looked like lines. He murdered and kept count of them. He was bald but Eric was thankful he didn't see that familiar swastika like the other skin heads he killed. The man was cleaning his nails with something sharp, he couldn't tell what but it was small enough to get past guards and do some damage.
The cell door closed with a loud slam, the man looked up and Eric tensed up, looking at him. The man stood up, he had to be at least 7 feet tall. Easily towering over Eric's 6'7. suddenly the man held out his very large hand. Eric, hesitantly took it, having it shaken in a friendly manner. He spoke, his voice was deep and raspy, like he smoked 4 packs a day his whole life. "Welcome to hell prisoner 66358." Eric swallowed down what little fear he had. "uhh thanks." The man went back to his spot on the bottom cot. "So does prisoner 66358 have a name?" Eric went and sat down across from him on the cement seat. "Eric. Eric Cartman. Your name?" The man just looked up. "Mason. What you in for?" Eric sighed heavily, relaxing slightly.
"I killed three men." "Now that's not exactly new around here but what is new around here is a kid. How old are you? 16?" " Going on 18..uh sir." Eric was at a loss of how to handle this situation. The man half smiled, half smirked, looking up. "Sir? Haven't been called that in a very long time. If are going on 18 then that means you got lucky enough to be trailed as an adult which means whatever you did, however you killed these men, means it was gruesome and personal." Eric sighed, speaking quietly, arms resting on his knees. "Yeah..." He trailed off. His mind drifting off to those horrible nights.
Before he knew it it was lunch time. Mason helped and lead him to the cafeteria but once there he roughly poked him in the shoulder with a pointed finger. "Don't think were friends just because we had a nice conversation and I helped you get here. There aren't friends here. Got it?" Eric swallowed. "Yeah. Got it." Mason walked away, getting his own tray. He suddenly felt a few eyes staring at him and for once he felt exposed and vulnerable. This was a whole new situation and he didn't know how to deal with it yet. He walked and got his own tray, getting the slop they call food, making him homesick already for Sheilas kosher cooking.
He sat down at an empty table, trying to keep to himself. He hadn't sat down 5 minutes when a large,tattooed black man came over. Doo-rag on his head. Thin but lean. He leaned on the empty side of Eric, getting in his face. "Yo man, I saw you earlier. When they brought you man, you had a sweet little thing you were kneeling in front of." He tried not to let it show how much this guy was bothering him. He could tell he was a punk. An ex-gang member by the look of the tattoos. He could take him on,easily.
The man smiled, triumphantly, thinking he won some prize by getting under Eric's skin. "Oh yeah but you know what? I don't think it was a girl, was it dawg? No, your just a pussy fag arnt yo. " Eric was one more sentience away from breaking the mans nose. "yo no real man. real man is with a woman. Not some thin little faggy-" Eric cut his sentience off by punching him, hard, under his chin. He wanted to make sure it did damage and got him the hell away from him. He flew back about a foot, with bloody teeth and nose. He stood up, feeling his face. Feeling the blood dripping from it now. He growled, trying to hide how scared actually was.
"What the fuck man!? I try to talk to you and you-" Eric had enough. He punched the man again, knocking him unconscious,bleeding on the floor. Everyone was looking now and guards were starting to come in. They handcuffed Eric, leading him back to his cell and took the bleeding man to the medical wing. Eric sat, leaning his head in his hands. This was gonna be a long three years.
Eric hadn't been gone for a week when somebody tried to break in. Kyle had already been up, unable to sleep when he heard the living room window break. He felt his heart stop. He wasn't sure if his parents heard it or not. He got the tazer that was on the bedside desk, getting up and walking slowly. He walked down each step slowly. He was nearly holding his breath. His heart was pounding. It felt like it would pound out of his chest. He got to the bottom stair and before he could tell the intruder he was armed, he was grabbed from behind with dirty, rough hands. A hand went over his mouth but he bit down hard, making the man let go. "Mom! Dad! Help!" He screamed as he was grabbed again. Sheila woke first from hearing her son scream. She could hear the struggle downstairs and quickly got the baseball bat from her side of the bed. The less people involved the better.
She rushed down there but was soon spamming to the ground once she got to the bottom, into the living room. She was drooling and twitching from the tazer the man used against her. Ike, hearing all of this, had already called the police. Ike was shaking,huddled on his bed. His cell pressed to his ear. The 911 operator spoke. "Ike, are you still there?" His voice was quiet and wobbly. "Yeah but there hurting my brother. There hurting my family."Small tears fell from his eye. The operator on the other side spoke. "police will be there soon. Just keep talking to me and keep telling me what you hear."
Kyle fought back with all he had but the man had him to the ground again. Pining his small wrists to the floor. The man laughed manically. He had a feeling he may be on drugs. He spoke in a whisper, like a child telling there friend something they weren't suppose to do but did anyway. "Oh I've got you you pretty thing. You will make a beautiful sacrifice." Kyle was shaking and trying so hard not to sob and crumble. Sheila leaned on her arm, trying to sit up but the effects of the tazer still went thru her, weakening her. Get..away..from him." He looked over harshly toward Sheila, hissing his words thru his rotten teeth. "Stay out of this hag! You have no idea what your talking about!" Suddenly there was a shotgun cocking. Making all in the room look over at the staircase. There was Gerald, with a Shot gun, aimed at the intruder.
Gerald spoke calmly but was full of determination and anger. "You will get away from my son now." The man just smiled, laughed. "Or what? Kill me?" The man laughed again and went to remove Kyles pants when suddenly the shotgun went off, sending him off of Kyle, his side a bloody mess but he didn't stop. Whatever drugs he was one numbed the pain of his shotgun wound. Suddenly red and blue lights fill the room with sirens. The man quickly grabbed Kyle, putting a knife to his throat. Holding him up as a human shield. The mans side was bleeding, profusely. Sheila sat up, the shock of the tazer wearing off but another shock setting in as she saw her son in the arms of this mad man. Her hands went to her mouth to keep from yelling out. Scared she would make it worse.
Gerald gave Sheila the gun and went to open the door slowly, hands up, making sure the police know he means no harm. He walked closer to the police officers. There was at least 4 police cruisers, all out and guns pointed at the house. The chief went to Gerald, a calming hand on his shoulder. He spoke quietly. "Whats going on in there?" Gerald looked up fearfully. "there's a mad man in there. He broke in, my son Kyle went to investigate but he was grabbed. Then My wife went to look, bat in hand, at this point I have woken up, I heard the commotion and got my gun. I don't like to use guns but-" The chief put a hand up to stop him from rambling. "Your getting off topic." "Sorry. I went down, shotgun in hand. I saw him pinning my son to the ground and the way he was behaving, I think he may be on drugs. Something like PCP because I shot him, he's bleeding all over my floor and he hasn't even flinched. Now he has Kyle and probably the rest of my family hostage. He's there-"Gerald pointed a finger toward where the address plate is. "there against the wall. He has a knife against his throat." Gerald thanked God he was a lawyer at this moment. It made it easier to talk to police about, even if it was his son and he was trembling with fear for his life on the inside.
The chief sighed heavily. "Thanks. We'll get them out safely." The chief then got a mega phone out,turning it on, speaking into it toward the house which now had two big spot lights on it. "This is the South Park Police Department. We have you surrounded. Let Kyle go" The mad man appeared in the door way. Still holding a trembling Kyle, knife to his throat and his tears going down his face, touching the warm metal.
AN: and I end this chapter there! I'm awful but there will be an update soon :3