I've made a change to the description of my other story. I'm not going to revive my other story, and I'm not going to continue it. I didn't like it after rereading everything, and there are various people who were able to write futurefics better than I could (that said, I highly recommend reading the Everything Changes series if you haven't come across it yet). I'll just keep it there as a relic for myself, but other than that, it is what it is. If I ever do decide to revive A New Generation again (and I might not), I'm just going to completely rewrite everything from scratch.
Nevertheless, this story is here to stay, and the sixth chapter of this story is here boys and girls.
Chapter 6
So Ray, the douchebag, sold me out. But why? Why would he even do this? Does he not believe me? Especially when he's the Dragonborn, and he's likely the chosen one to destroy the Terrorblade? Here I am, me and Cartman's army staring each othe down. "Ray! You fucking douchebag!" My face was red and I was steaming with anger. "Why the fuck would you sell me out like that? Sell me out to the likes of him?" I pointed straight at the fatass with my left index finger.
But Cartman put his left hand on Ray's right shoulder, as if motioning him to not do anything. "It's ok, Douchebag. There's nothing to explain to this bitch here. You did the right thing. Let me handle it from here." Cartman stepped forward, his right hand out as if demanding something. Probably the Stick. "Now, Cole, you're surrounded now. Hand over the stick, and no one will get hurt."
Before I could say anything else, Kyle Broflovski, Stan Marsh, and Jimmy Valmer conveniently piled into the library. Kyle has on red robes, a twig crown, and a golf club, Stan with iron plates on his poofball hat and an iron claymore, and jimmy with a ranger hat. I couldn't tell Kyle's or Jimmy's class, but I can see that Stan is a Warrior, like his Warrior in WoW. "Sorry fatass, but it's end of the line for you," Kyle said, "the Stick belong to us now."
It was Cartman's turn to steam with anger now. "You stupid, motherfucking Jew!"
But then more people piled in. Girls. Wendy Testaburger, Bebe Stevens, and Red Tucker. Wendy has an iron sword and a pink shield, denoting her to be a tanky Warrior or Paladin. Bebe has a spear in her hands so she's probably some front-line soldier, or even a Monk, and Red has a wand in her hand. The fact that she has a Felhunter next to her - an eyeless, red demonic-like hound with two white tusks, back hair, spikes on its tails, and hooves - denotes that she is a Warlock.
"I can't believe it," Token said in aw, "Kyle even got the girls to play with him." Kenny stifled a laugh, and I wasn't sure why he did so.
"Oh you motherfucker!" Cartman was raging once again. "You brought the girls to play? They're such fags!" A sexist remark that's also effective at making the girls mad, predictably. I'm not sure if that's Cartman's game plan, or maybe he's just a huge troll all along, but I'm better off just rolling with it.
"You sexist prick!" Wendy was seething with rage as well. "I'll beat your ass in like I did in the playground earlier today if you don't shut up!" That should shut up Cartman for good. "Sorry, Kyle, continue." I quickly hid he Stick inside my trenchcoat.
But Butters didn't let Kyle continue. "Oh hamburgers! How did you get the girls to play with you?" Kenny laughed, for reasons I'm not so sure about.
"Well you see," Bebe explained, "unlike Cartman who's a sexist asshole, Kyle lets us play. And he's got a sweet ass."
"...what?" Tweek said.
"Because unlike you guys, Kyle and Stan are actually nice people. They helped us with dealing with two-faced bitches," Red added, "ones like Cartman over here."
"Yes," Kyle said, turning to Cartman now, "alright fatass, where's the stick?"
"...what?" Cartman had a look of disgust, and the rest of his team shrugged.
"I know you hid the Stick somewhere when we invaded you!" Kyle paced around the floor impatiently. "I know you'd break the rules to try to win! Give us the stick NOW!"
"I don't have it, Kahl!" Cartman facepalmed. "If I did, I'd tell you, but I'm not a cheating bastard like you! Cole has it!" He pointed straight at me. "He's the one who ruined the game, he's the one who took the Stick when he wasn't invited to play, don't blame it on me you frickin' Jew!"
"Stop making fun of my religion you asswipe!" Kyle was face-to-face with Cartman. "I've been spying on you, I know you'd ruin the game somehow!" The tension was so great, I could sneak away if it weren't for the girls watching me intently. If I drop into stealth, they'll know immediately.
"You were spying on me?" Cartman said angrily.
"I'm the fucking High Jew Elf, retard, I get to spectate battles!"
"But you didn't say anything?! That's fucking spying, Kyle!"
"How is that spying?"
"Now this is just silly," Stan said.
"You were listening, but we didn't know you were there?!" Cartman cried. "How is that not spying?! You'r a dick! You're a spying dick! And now you wanna lecture me about spying?! Fuck you, hypocrite dick spy!"
"You're retarded, Cartman!" Kyle turned to me, and I could literally feel the fire in his eyes as he glared me down. I heart lept. "Wendy, search Cole!"
As Wendy went over around the tables to me, I immediately dropped into bear form. From behind me came Isaac's surprised voice as he made out a gasp. "What? You're a - you're a -"
"Druid," I quickly finished for him. I stared Wendy down as she drew out her shield and sword at me. I didn't need to say anything to Wendy, she should already know that my actions basically speak that I wasn't here to mess around.
"Get out of bear form and give me the Stick," Wendy threatened, "or you're gonna get it."
I peered to Isaac out of the corner of my eye. "Isaac, back me up here..."
"I will use force if I have to," Wendy threatened again.
Maybe I could talk them out of it. "Wait, please Wendy, let me explain." Silence. "The Stick is a demonic force. You guys may think this is a game, but you're wrong. Think for a second, why do we have these powers? The stick needs to be-"
"Three. Two. One." I still didn't budge from Wendy's threats. She wouldn't have it.
Then, she charged at me. Out of instinct, I immediately smacked her in the face with my right paw while making a bear roar. Wendy staggered backwards, and I can see I left quite a mark on her face - a red, bloody gash revealing three red scar lines that ran diagonally up-left on her face. She fell onto a long table, landing on her back. Stan's not going to be very happy. But I didn't care. I never liked Wendy anyways, she was a bitch to my brother earlier today, and now the bitch tried to gut me open. "YOU FUCKING IDIOT, LISTEN! THIS STICK IS EVIL!" If I weren't in bear form, people would see my face red in anger. These people are ignorant and they won't listen today. I'm just some loser-kid, who cares what I have to say, right?
"You fucking asshole, that's my girl! Go hit on your own girl!" Stan came charging at me with his sword. Bebe and Red's felhunter followed up as well. I tried to swipe my left paw at them, but they just began to wail on me, with sword slashes, fists, and demon bites. I tried to fight back again, but I was blinded by light from Wendy's body. It was pretty clear Wendy is a Paladin.
I grabbed my eyes in pain. I went out of bear form to place healing-over-time nature spells on myself. Big mistake. A jab in the gut, a demon bite to the back, a sword slash in the legs, and I was down for the count. The healing spells kept me alive - just barely. I curled up into a ball on the floor and started crying from the pain. It hurt too much.
"Enough!" I heard Kyle say. I could feel someone unfold my body like someone unfolding a closed flower. I opened my eyes to see Kyle take the Stick from my trenchcoat - but left the book with me. I was half-hoping I could pass the torch and the job of returning the Stick to Kyle - even if I couldn't reap the glory, I could still live on knowing the world would be ok. But Kyle was ignorant and an asshole. And for that, I'm going to have to pull double duty - and maybe get revenge later. But that wasn't the important thing. If I can't get the word out, I'll have to take the stick back myself. "You're a dick for ruining our game, Cole. This is why no one likes you, and - wait where's Cartman?"
"An elven patrol happened to stop by," Stan replied, "and well, Cartman ran like a coward. So did the new kid. They were outnumbered."
"P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-perfect timing," Jimmy remarked.
Then I felt a stomp on my chest. I spat out blood. The pain was awful. "So you hit girls, what a great boyfriend you'd be," I heard Wendy say. Bitch. I'll kill her and Stan later.
I could hear footsteps walking away. I'm assuming Cartman's forces left earlier as well, I'm not sure. I could see another figure over me - my eyesight blurry. With all the strength I could muster, I put both my hands on myself and, with nature's power, healed myself. It took quite a while to heal my condition - at least ten minutes or so.
"I'm sorry I didn't do anything," I heard Isaac say, "I didn't know what to do."
"It's...not your...fault," I reassured, gasping for air quite often, "that douchebag...Ray...he's the one...who caused this mess...sold me out, that douchebag...sold us out to the fatass...then Kyle...must've been stalking the fatass..." That was literally the only possible explanation I could find for why Kyle even showed up.
"This is awful," Isaac cried, "The way they treat you, they just treat you like a huge target sign...I could have done something..."
"No!" I almost nearly yelled at Isaac and he almost screamed. "Sorry...they would have hurt you too...I'd never allow it..." Isaac doesn't really know how to handle these stressful situations, that's why I do all the fighting. "Look...let's just go back home...shower and eat...think things over. Sound alright?"
"Yeah." Isaac picked me up, but I could stand on my own again. I had my left hand glowing green with power on my stomach steadily healing myself. "Let's go home."
Well that's a sad ending for this chapter - getting beaten down and misunderstood and taunted. See what happens next chapter.
