Episode 3-14
Confrontation with Trent Boyett
Author's Note: I have finally decided that this fic needs another season, so this chapter and the next are no longer finales.
"Eric?" Scott asked in concern.
"He's got Kyle and Stan," Cartman whispered in wide-eyed shock. "Officer Barbrady, what happened?"
"You can't go," Scott insisted. "It's obviously a trap."
"I have no choice," Cartman told him. "Stan and Kyle are my friends. Besides I've always saved Kyle. I'm his savior and if I don't save him no one will!"
Scott opened his mouth to speak, but obviously knew it would do no good. He fixed Cartman with determination and nodded.
"Right then," Scott said confidently. "Go save your friends Eric, I know you can! Come back to me and your mom alive."
"Right," Cartman replied with a smirk. "I'll make Trent Boyett regret the day he ever met me!"
Cartman looked at Scott a long moment, his eyes saying what his lips would not, and then he was gone. He sprinted out of the hospital, down the street, going faster then his fat body had ever gone. His breathing quickened, and he felt himself wanting to stop. Kyle's image in his mind propelled him foreward. He had reached South Park, now for the mall. Scarcely five minutes later he had reached his destination. He took a long look at it and hesitated. There was a good chance Trent wanted him dead. His revenge plan could include anything- his imprisonment, watching Kyle die slowly, or even his own death. Cartman scowled and marched forward. He pushed open the mall double doors and walked in. The doors slammed shut behind him and a mechanical lock was heard.
"Nice of you to come," Trent's voice laughed.
The lights clicked on via a remote in his antagonist's hand. Trent was smirking at Cartman, eying his victim with relish and longing.
"Good of you," Trent taunted. "I'm finally going to get revenge on you for ruining my life. First I'll take out your friend Stan, then I'll let you watch Kyle die, slowly."
"Kyle and Stan, where are they?" Cartman demanded.
"Careful Eric," Trent warned. "I'm the only one barking orders around here. Just ask that stupid Officer Barbrady I tied up. South Park's only law enforcer is unable to do anything to save you!"
Trent clicked the remote again and a crane lowered from the ceiling, with a tied up Officer Barbrady hooked to it's end.
"Say hello to the good officer," Trent laughed. "He was able to put me away when I was younger, but he's no match for me now."
"Sicko," Cartman snapped. "You enjoy this don't you?"
"Oh, I'm sick?" Trent asked with a laugh. "Your hypocrisy sickens me Cartman! You've been making the lives of those around you hell for years, you even killed your own father! A sick little boy like you doesn't deserve to live, but you'll get what you deserve! You blamed me for burning our teacher to near death, killed your own father, drove your brother into the mental ward, and repaid your mother with years of grief and agony at your antics."
"Shut up!" Cartman shouted.
"Truth hurts," Trent taunted. "You claim to be a good Catholic, but really God hates you. You're a demon child, a mistake, the offspring of your good for nothing whore mother. God's justice will be served, through me! Say goodbye to Stan!"
Trent clicked the remote again and a second crane appeared, bearing a tied up Stan and Kyle, back to back.
"Trent let them go, they've done nothing to you!" Cartman spat.
"Wrong," Trent snapped. "They're your little buddies. They lied for you and sent me to that detention center. Team up with the devil, share the devil's fate!"
Trent reached into his pocket and pulled out a gun.
"No Trent!" Cartman exclaimed.
Suddenly the mall doors bust open and there stood a weak and panting Scott Tenorman.
"Oh good," Trent exclaimed. "Now I get to take out your brother too."
"Trent stop this," Scott exclaimed. "Revenge doesn't solve anything. Killing them will gain you nothing."
"Don't you want me to Scott?" Trent asked silkily. "Think about it! Cartman destroyed your life. He murdered your father and had you locked up in that institution. Who deserves death more then he does? He's even more evil then Adolf Hitler, a Nazi indeed!"
"You're wrong Trent," Scott told him. "You think you want this, but you don't. You're just a sad and lonely child who's bitter because you spent years locked away over what started as a harmless kindergarten trick. Yes it's a shame that you're innocent and that you didn't deserve it, but just think about what you're doing now. If you kill Cartman and his friends you really do deserve prison. Revenge isn't what you need. You need to somehow forgive him and start over."
"Stop messing with my head!" Trent snapped. "Cartman has brainwashed you. You have no sense. This boy killed your father, and what's worse, his own father! Who could be more evil then this? Cartman represents everything wrong with this world. He's just like Hitler, remorseless and full of hate and prejudice. He hates gingers, hates Jews, even hates himself."
"You're wrong," Scott told him. "Cartman isn't those things anymore. He doesn't hate Jews. He just put on a front because his love of Kyle scared him. He doesn't hate gingers, he hated me, but I can't say I blame him. Cartman is the product of his environment and unfortunate circumstances, just like every single human being is. I've seen him show love. He and Kyle shared a kiss that could set the Atlantic Ocean on fire. I saw it! He cried for me and told me he wanted me to live, that I was his brother."
Trent's hands were trembling. The gun dropped to the floor with a clatter and he sank to his knees in defeat. Scott smiled and stepped forward. He placed his hand on Trent's shoulder.
"You did right," he told him. "You'll get out of prison, and this time you'll start a new life."
Scott reached for the remote and lowered the cranes to the floor. He untied everyone while Cartman continued to watch in awe. Kyle stretched himself and looked at Stan. Stan looked back at him, and then they both looked at Cartman. Trent looked down in shame as Officer Barbrady slapped the handcuffs on him. Trent was taken away and Kyle and Cartman looked at each other with a sort of lost look. Stan sighed, resigning to break the ice and say what needed saying.
To be continued...