The epic conclusion… I hope I've given Kyman fans exactly what they've waited for. I won't say anymore here, so just read the next final chapters.
I don't know what was happening anymore. I kept blacking out every now and then, the faint smell of chloroform kept me drowsy. I felt weak and my mind was a blank. In my restless dreams…I see Cartman. My heart ached with longing to see him again. But he was so far away…I couldn't reach him. Instead I was leaving him behind… It was always the same nightmare. I was walking away from Cartman and he was falling further and further behind in the distance. I felt like I was there… Watching myself abandon the boy I love. I called out to my other self. I tried to prevent it…
"No…No…Don't go. Don't leave! If you leave, you'll never him again!"
But there's nothing I can do to stop it. Cartman was gone…never to be seen again. And in the end, I'm all alone with nothing to keep me company except my guilt and broken heart. The pain was unbearable… I could feel myself crying in my sleep. The nightmares continued to tear away at my conscience. Was this my own personal hell? Was I being punished for the wrong choices I've made? I was trapped in the darkness with no chance of escape. Deep down inside, I don't think I wanted to escape… Perhaps I belong to this dark, gloomy world. Maybe if I accept death, it'll allow me to see Cartman again. That was my only wish…
The sky was darkening and soon night-time was arriving. Hopefully Cartman would be able to find his way to the tall mountain-cliff where Scott Tenorman awaited him. Standing at the edge of the forest, Cartman was actually a little afraid to return to the place where he had almost died. But if he didn't show up, he would never get Kyle back. Rather if he liked it or not, it was something he had to face. Taking a deep steadying breath, Cartman prepared himself to go after Scott Tenorman and save his Jew. However he felt somebody grab a hold of his red jacket. Cartman turned around to see that it was Ike.
"Ike? What are you doing here? You shouldn't be here. You need to go back to the town. I can't have you hanging around here, it's too dangerous," Cartman said, sternly shooing the little toddler the other way.
"I wanted to give you this," Ike said importantly.
There Ike gave Cartman back his Glock 17 gun, thus giving him a weapon to defend himself with. Cartman held his favorite gun and reached inside his coat pocket to take out some bullets to reload it. Now with his weapon back in his possession, he was starting to feel braver. Cartman looked to Ike and smirked appreciatively. This was exactly what he needed…
"Why thank you, Ike. And don't worry about Kahl because I'm sure he…," Suddenly Cartman froze when he saw in the shadows, a hidden Scott Tenorman aiming a gun down at them. "Get down!"
With that, Cartman used his big body to push Ike down onto the ground and shield him when gunshots rang out. The bullets whizzed by them, followed by crazed laughter and the sound of running footsteps. Jumping back to his feet, Cartman tore off into the trees after the ginger-teen. He trusted that Ike would get back to where it was safe. Right now he couldn't let Scott get away. He had to be careful because Scott was armed and might try ambushing him out here. Cartman had to focus on getting to that mountain-cliff. The only good thing about the tall trees was that it allowed him to hide. With his heart racing inside his chest, Cartman's anxiety grew as he clutched his gun tightly and tried to follow the dirt path.
"Hang in there, Kahl. I'm coming for ya, babe. Stay strong for me," Cartman kept saying under his breath.
Up ahead on the path, Cartman could make out something in the darkness. When he went to approach it, he realized that he was staring at Kyle's green ushanka lying on the ground. Cartman picked up the familiar hat and that was when he knew he was on the right track. This could only mean that Scott Tenorman did bring Kyle here. He had to hurry before Scott got tired of waiting around for him. Placing the green ushanka inside his coat, Cartman continued to follow the path while trying to remember how to find the mountain-cliff. As Cartman went deeper into the woods, his dark memories were coming back to him more vividly than ever.
Finally reaching the end of the woods, Cartman was able to recognize the trail that led him straight up to the mountain-cliff. Without stopping to think about the danger he was about to walk into, Cartman hurried up the rocky trail just when it started to rain from the inky-black night sky. Ignoring the rainy weather, he only focused on reaching the top of the cliff. And once he arrived at the top with a view overlooking the entire woodland population, Cartman automatically raised his Glock 17 gun and pointed it right at Scott Tenorman who stood at the edge. The ginger-teen was armed with his Wesson-Smith gun, and he was carrying an unconscious Kyle Broflovski over his shoulder.
"I'm glad you're here, little brother. For a second there, I was almost starting to miss you," Scott said, his cold eyes staring at Cartman.
"There's nowhere left for you to run, Scott. I suggest you put Kahl down and come here to deal with the real problem," Cartman said emotionlessly.
As the rain poured down around them, Cartman and Scott locked eyes with each other as they both became sopping wet and cold. Yet their hatred burned with a ferocious intensity like never before. Even as Cartman stood there soaked to the brim, he could make out his light-blue ski cap tucked into Kyle's coat pocket. It was a sign that Kyle still loved him… But he still had to deal with Scott Tenorman if he ever hoped to walk away with his life after this. The two arch-enemies continued to stare each down for what felt like forever, and then Cartman took a step forward.
"Don't come any closer or I'll kill Kyle!" Scott threatened. "Drop your weapon now if you want this kike to live!"
Cartman glared hatefully at his psychotic half-brother. He ought to put a bullet in Scott's head and end their feud for good. But when he placed his finger on the trigger, this made Scott move closer to the edge and he dangled a helpless Kyle over it. It was no good; he couldn't shoot Scott without hurting Kyle. There had to be some way to get Scott away from the cliff's edge so he could get a better shot at him. Now Cartman had no choice but to lower his gun to the ground and as he did so…he was secretly formulating a plan in his head.
It was time to make the ultimate sacrifice. He loved Kyle more than anything in the world… The Jew was the only light left in his dark tainted soul. He managed to come this far… And he would do anything to protect the one person who had brought him so much happiness and joy. Cartman knew what he must do…it would probably be the last thing he ever did. But he would do it…for Kyle. For Eric Cartman, he finally knew how to value somebody else's life.
"Hold up, Scott. Let me make a deal with you. You let Kyle go and I'll stay," Cartman offered. When he saw Scott eying him suspiciously, he went on to elaborate. "You've got what you wanted so you don't need Kyle anymore. Let him go and it'll just be you and me. You can do whatever the fuck you want with me, but you leave Kyle out of this! I'm the one you want!"
For a minute, Scott took the time to think about this generous offer. Cartman's chocolate-brown eyes stared hard into those chilling-blue ones and tried not to blink. Scott looked at the unconscious Jewish boy and then down at his gun and tried making up his mind. After thinking it over, with an eerie smile, Scott decided to accept the bargain and willingly laid Kyle gently down onto the soft wet ground. Cartman breathed a sigh of relief when Kyle was out of harm's way. But this meant he was left defenseless and Scott Tenorman was looking triumphant as he held Cartman at gunpoint.
"I'm sorry it had to come down to this, Eric. I really had hoped we could learn how to be family, you and I. But I guess I've been too naïve… I know now that you can't turn a bastard child into a little brother," Scott said disappointedly.
Cartman couldn't resist letting out a derisive snort. "Just why are you so eager to be my role-model? Do you miss the old me? Is that what this is all about? Or is it that you want me to be just as twisted and fucked-up as you? Like I've said before, I'm not like you. I may be a sociopath, but it's better than being a crazy psychopath. There's a difference, ya know?"
There came a "click" of Scott's gun as he was looking pissed off again. He pointed the gun right at Cartman's heart. "I'm not crazy… You made me like this. Not anymore… I've already tried killing you three times before, but this time you're going to die! And this time…you're going to stay dead!"
With that, Scott pulled the trigger at the exact same time Cartman dodged. Cartman grunted in pain as the bullet ended up getting him in the shoulder. He reached up a hand to clutch his now wounded shoulder which was bloodied. Breathing heavily from the excruciating pain traveling from his shoulder to the rest of his body, Cartman gritted his teeth and forced himself to ignore the stinging pain. Scott was grinning wickedly as he still held the gun in hand. The ginger-teen's expression turned ugly once more.
"You're going to die in the most agonizing way," Scott happily declared. "And once you're all good and dead…both you and Kyle are going over that mountain cliff…"
Cartman's eyes widen at the horrifying realization that Scott Tenorman was going to kill them both. But before he had a chance to react, he heard a sudden moan that made him turn toward the sound of the noise. He saw Kyle having a restless dream of some sort. Scott turned and looked over at Kyle too and that was when Cartman saw him raise the gun as if readying to fire. Ignoring his bloody shoulder, Cartman felt a powerful strength unlike anything he's ever felt before. The next thing he was leaping at Scott and trying to grab for the gun.
Now Cartman and Scott started wrestling over the gun. Cartman would never allow any harm to come onto Kyle. He still loved him… Now that he had someone he wanted to protect, Cartman felt stronger than ever. For the first time ever, he was being motivated by good intentions. Unfortunately Scott reached out and brutally crushed Cartman's shoulder wound, causing Cartman cry out in pain. The ginger-teen was sneering malevolently as they continued fighting over the gun. With every ounce of strength he had left, Cartman pushed the gun up as hard as he could into Scott's chest and then…
"Bang!"
Scott and Cartman both stopped moving from the second the gun fired. Scott looked down and realized he'd been shot on the side of his chest, and he looked up to see the stone-cold scowl etched deeply into Cartman's face as he felt absolutely no remorse of any kind. Cartman was roughly shoved aside when in a moment of panic; Scott made a futile attempt to run for his life. But due to his bullet-wound, he was too weak and disoriented from having lost so much blood that he accidentally ended up tripping over a root and falling over the mountain-cliff. Cartman rose shakily to his feet and went over to the edge to discover that Scott didn't plunge to his death but had managed to grab hold of a tree-root and was holding on for dear life.
"Help! Somebody help! Help me! I…I don't think I can hold on any much longer! Please, give me your hand!" Scott screams from true genuine fear.
Cartman stared down at that ginger-teen who had done nothing but try to kill him and everyone around him. "Please help me, little brother! Give me your hand and pull me up! I…I can't hold on! Please!" Scott cried helplessly again.
Cartman didn't lift a finger to help his half-brother. Instead he was overcome with too much hatred and spite. "You… You didn't show me any mercy when I was dangling on that cliff. You left me to die… Now you expect me to help you? Sorry Scott… mercy doesn't run in our family now, does it?"
With that, Cartman delighted in going over and picking up a very large rock before standing over Scott Tenorman with it and prepared to bring it down on him in the hopes he would fall. As the rain fell, Cartman's face was filled with nothing but the insanity of his need for revenge. With his mad grin, there was nothing remotely human about Cartman anymore. He was starting to remember his evil side and it felt powerful. But then he caught sight of Kyle…
The sight of Kyle Broflovski suddenly made Cartman rethink things. Soon he found himself remembering who he was when he was with Kyle. Someone who had learned to feel emotions, someone who had learned the power of friendship, and someone who had learned how to fall in love. Was he really willing to throw away his humanity just to exact vengeance on Scott Tenorman? Isn't that what corrupted him I the first place? It all seemed so familiar now… The truth was Cartman had a better understanding of compassion now. He didn't want to go down that dark road again. Kyle was all he ever wanted… This time he would have him back.
After doing much soul-searching, Cartman's body relaxed and he stared coldly down at Scott who continued to look scared. Instead he tossed the rock aside and made his choice. "Stay the fuck away from Kyle," Cartman warned Scott in a dangerously calm voice.
Now Cartman tossed down a tree-root for Scott to climb up on and then turned away and went over to where Kyle peacefully slept. Dropping down onto his knees in exhaustion, Cartman lifted Kyle into his arms and held him while feeling the tears building up in his eyes. And then Cartman began to weep when he realized that his mistakes almost got Kyle killed. It was him…he did this. How could he have let any of this happen? Why didn't he stop Tenorman sooner? Was he really that weak?
"Forgive me, Kahl," Cartman whispered in remorse. "I know I hurt you…only this time I didn't mean to. I did it all for you. I just want you to love me again. But I can't do anything right. I'm sorry. I only hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me."
Gazing upon Kyle's face in guilt and shame, to Cartman's major relief, those eyes slowly opened and he was staring once again into brilliant emerald-green eyes that he always worshipped. Kyle was finally coming to when he turned his head and looked up, and saw two chocolate-brown eyes that he thought he'd never see again. Staring up into his face, Kyle almost didn't recognize right away but then realized he was looking into the face of Eric Cartman. His eyes widening in wonder, the red-headed Jew found his voice and spoke in a soft hopeful voice.
"Eric? You're alive? Eric…you…" Without further ado, Kyle Broflovski took his fist and nailed it into Cartman's gut in anger. "WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING? HOW DARE YOU PULL A STUNT LIKE THAT! DON'T YOU EVER SCARE ME LIKE THAT AGAIN! I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME? YOU HAVEN'T CHANGED A BIT, FATASS! ALWAYS THINKING ABOUT YOURSELF! YOU GODDAMN SELF-CENTERED RETARDED BIGOT!"
"JESUS CHRIST! OH THAT'S RIGHT, YOU DON'T BELIEVE IN CHRIST, DO YOU? YOU'RE UNGRATEFUL DISRESPECTING JEW-RAT! I BUSTED MY ASS TRYING TO RESCUE YOU! INSTEAD THE FIRST THING YOU WANT TO DO IS BE AN ANNOYING WHINY JEW BITCH! WELL YOU CAN BET THAT THIS IS THE LAST TIME I'M GOING TO SAVE YOUR SORRY GREEDY MONEY-HOARDING JEW ASS!" Cartman hollered back in return.
For a second, the two glared at each other before finally getting past the name-calling and realized how much they've missed each other. Now Kyle threw his arms around Cartman and began sobbing. They embraced and were finally reunited. It felt like forever since they last saw each other and during their time apart, it made them realize all the more how much they couldn't live without each other. As they held onto each other, they never wanted to let go. Then they heard the shouts and sounds of help finally arriving. It wasn't long before police-officers and paramedics found them and were able to wrap blankets around Cartman and Kyle and bring them back to safety. It wasn't until they were reunited with their families did they know that their ordeal was truly over.
Throughout it all, it was unknown if Cartman and Kyle would ever stay together after all that has happened. The two knew deep down that there were still so many issues between them that they weren't quite sure how to address. Most of all, could their love possibly survive? Could they ever truly learn to open their hearts and learn to trust each other again?
