Chapter 16

- Mirror

Eric Cartman slowly got out of the taxycab and looked up at his destination. His old house. The place where he spent probably about 50% of his life, just to end up there again. The old thing was falling apart now, but it still looked basicly livable. He walked up the stone steps, pushing the borded up door open.

Why was he doing this? He knew, though he regretted knowing. The answer was simple: He'd have to have a nightmare, a nightmare about Kyle. That way, he could contact Kyle without being hurt, find out what the hell is going on.

He slowly ascended the creakinng stairs, following the hallway to his old room. It still looked intact, with the old bed in the corner, and barely recognisable posters on the walls. This would be the place, he thought, as he sat down on the ground and leaned against the wall. Now he just had to fall asleep.

That, surprisingly, didnt take much. After about an hour, he was asleep. A few minutes passed, and he began to dream.

The dream was strange, he hadnt seemed to of leaved the room. But he knew he was dreaming, there was Kyle, standing on the other side of room.

Inside the mirror.

No matter what he was inside, this had to be done.

"Kyle, I need to talk to you." He waited.

Kyle didnt answer, so he continued.

"Kyle, why are you doing this? Whats wrong with you?"

Still no answer.

"Are you doing this because you hate us? What did we do to you?"

Finally, Kyle spoke. "Not hate. I'm not allowed to hate you. Or any of the others, for that matter. I'm just trying to help....."

"How is it helping us if you kill everyone we hold dear? Dont play that innocent kid shit with me Kyle, I know you know better than that."

But Kyle didnt answer that time, just stood in the mirror, staring down at the ground. Mumbling the same thing.........

"I'm not allowed to hate."

Cartman couldnt take it anymore. Kyle wasnt answering, and, although he did have all night, he wasnt a patient man. And, Kyle had avoided one of his plans. Cartman had planned that if Kyle didnt answer his questions, which was very likely, he would force him to. Because Kyle couldnt hurt him here.

"Kyle, why are you doing this? Why wont you leave us alone?" He was getting angrier with every word. "Why wont you just die?"

But all Kyle did was stare at him, and smile.

"Why wont you answer me?! WHY WONT YOU DIE?!!!"

Kyle smiled some more, then said "Why are you mad at me? What did I do?"

"Dont give me that shit Kyle! Just leave us alone and DIE!"

"But Cartman, dont you want to be my friend anymore?"

"NO! I HATE YOU!"

"GOOD ANSWER!"

Then, the mirror exploded. Tiny shards of glass flew straight at Cartman, sending him falling to the ground. The shards pierced his skin everywhere, all over his body. He hadnt been dreaming.