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Chapter Seventeen - Pure Evil.

His name is Cartman, and he is a jackass.

Cartman is one of the most unique individuals I have ever met in my entire life. Unfortunately, his uniqueness can be stemmed down to his overall morals - or more accurately lack thereof. His role prior to yesterday was to be the right-hand-man of Douchebag, or Raymond Irvington. His skills as a mage player and decision maker is rather questionable, but for whatever reason, we seem to let him have the reign on the wheels quite often. Of course, at the end of the day, Cartman, the Grand Wizard, is the heart of the Alliance, for better or for worse. It wouldn't be the organization without him, and we wouldn't be here today without him. Which brings us to a different point about him.

Cartman as a person is a far different matter altogether. It isn't only the sins he has done to others, it's what he did to us too. Kyle and Wendy are most often his target, Kyle for being a Jew, a ginger, and "from New Jersey" (even though while Kyle's mom was pregnant with him in New Jersey, he wasn't actually born in New Jersey), among other things (and of course I remember the horror on Kyle's face when he confessed this to Kenny and me). As for Wendy, Cartman usually picked on her for her feminist tendencies while also calling her a "hippie bitch", "social justice warrior", and "crazy jealous girl".

Of course, the rest of our entire fourth grade class weren't spared from his insults either, the rest of my party included. He ripped on Kathy for her hair color and love for reading books (often called a nerd, despite breaking alot of the stereotypes), he ripped on Ellen for being a coward and a dumb blonde due to her grades (even though her grades, and our grades, are way better than Cartman's), he ripped on Chris for his (possible) social anxiety, he ripped on Tyler for being constantly tormented by his older siblings (like what Shelly does to me), he ripped on Bebe out of jealousy on socializing with every boy in our class except Cartman by often calling her a slut (even though we all know this is false in every possible way), and he rips on me by claiming that I'm a complete doormat to Kyle, Wendy, and Shelly.

You see, friends rip on each other all the time. But there comes a certain point where it stops being funny and it stops being a joke, and Cartman's actions of such really proves that. I understand it helps us connect and expose our own flaws, but Cartman's just trying to put others down. It's not just his repetition, he actually put it in action too. For example, trying to exterminate the Jews, then he went off to kill a bunch of hippies, and then he destroyed a bunch of Whole Foods stores using Cthulhu while also killing Justin Bieber and his fans at one of his live performances at a concert.

Our entire party was lined up. From my left to my right, it was Kathy, Chris, Bebe, Kyle, me, Wendy, Tyler, and Ellen, while Wendy's and Ellen's pets were behind us. Needless to say, our party wasn't very happy to see him, all of us scowling at him.

"Well, well, well, look who it is." Cartman was really the one talking, though he flapped his index finger and thumb to make it seem like "Mitch Conner" was the one talking instead. "It's the Octopath Travelers."

But Cartman himself smiled happily, which is really weird. "Oh, you guys!" he said in his normal voice now. "I'm so happy you're all here, thank you Jesus! You don't know how long I've waited, hoping for-"

Kyle stepped up. "Oh stop it, Cartman! You can drop your bullshit act now!"

Wendy wasted no time pulling out her cell phone as she held it up, pointing its backside camera towards Cartman's, Charlie's, and Heather's direction. "If you really think you're gonna get away with this, Cartman-"

Cartman rolled his eyes. "What are you two on about? Do you really think I want to be here? And put that phone down and stop recording me, Wendy! This is a violation of my privacy! I'll sue you!" Wendy did not relent, still recording Cartman. "Besides, I'd rather be at home playing Halo on my Xbox, or killing noobs in battlegrounds in World of Warcraft, or-"

"We all know your Mitch Conner thing is just an act, and it's really you making all the decisions," Bebe yelled, "so just give it up!"

"Stop playing coy with us, Cartman!" Kathy added. "You aren't slick, it's really annoying, and you're still a prejudicial asshole!"

"Not to mention, you have those two hanging above you-" Tyler pointed up at Charlie and Heather, who were still hanging in chains above ground, "so really, you're just looking like a dumbass at this point!"

Charlie tried to shake himself from the chains, but of to no avail. "Guys, seriously, if we could just-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, CHARLIE BROWN!" my entire party, myself included, yelled. Charlie Brown is just annoying, period.

"Oh, toxic kids being toxic kids," Cartman spoke through Mitch Conner. "I wouldn't expect any of you to understand. How could I when you still wouldn't believe that my mom...fucked my dad?"

"Dude, all of our parents fucked each other, how else would we-" But then I stopped myself, realizing that I was talking to Cartman's hand. Why am I talking to his hand when we all know it's all an act? "Wait, why am I talking to your hand?" I turned to face Cartman himself now. "Cartman, stop being a massive retard and actually take things seriously!"

"Hey, I'm trying to keep it seriously, too!" Cartman reasoned. "But Mitch Conner is the one who is fucking shit up for the rest of us!"

"That's right," Cartman continued via his hand. "You wish for the truth, yes? You see, what I want, fags, is to sail the darkness of the cosmos with this planet as my vessel, just as my father did long ago. Then one day we'll find a new planet. And on its soil, we'll create a shining future so that our fathers may never again be fucked by our mothers. May it be so."

"...he just quoted Sephiroth from Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children," Kathy grunted. "Well, almost did."

"This is getting stupid," Ellen sighed. "Stan, there's gotta be something we can do. Something to make him talk and for Wendy to record."

"Um..." Chris glanced over at me. "...we have the lasso."

Cartman and I both gasped. Chris was completely right, how could I have forgotten? Why am I here listening to Cartman's bullshit while plagiarizing from Final Fantasy when I could just cut straight to the chase? "You what?" Cartman stammered.

I unhooked the gold-glowing Lasso of Truth from behind my belt and brandished it, holding it up high for everybody to see. "You know what this means, fatass."

"No...no!" Cartman yelled.

"Go to sleep, idiot." Tyler held out his left hand, casting Repentance on Cartman, causing him to slump a bit downwards from where he stood while incapacitating him.

I nodded at Tyler before unrolling the lasso entirely. forming a large loop on one end and holding it tightly by its other end, I whipped and whirled it above my head wildly like a cowboy looking to wrangle an animal for a few seconds. With one swift swipe, I wrangled the large loop through the air and onto Cartman before catching him tightly by his waistline with it. "Alright, I think it's tight. Someone wake him up now."

"Allow me." Kyle rubbed both his hands together before pushing them outward in Cartman's direction. "Earth Shock!" A blast of emerald lightning zapped Cartman with concussive force, frying him awake. "Hahaha, always wanted to do that."

"Hey!" Cartman yelled as his face was slightly charred from Kyle's spell. "Fuck you, you stupid Jew! Don't cast Earth Shock on me! Now let me go!"

"There's more where that came from, you fat turd," Kyle retorted. "Now, first thing's first: is Mitch Conner real or are you just making it all up as an act so that you can do bullshit like how you brought in a drug problem into the town last time?"

I tilted my head towards Kyle. "Kyle, what are you doing?" I'm not sure what Kyle is trying for.

"Just trust me," Kyle replied. "Wendy's probably broadcasting it to facebook, so..."

"I am," Wendy confirmed. Oh shit, I get it now. It's like what we discussed before; if the public knows about Cartman hiding behind his persona, he will be ruined.

"Yeah, yeah, I am, Mitch Conner doesn't exist, and it was my decision to bring out the cheesing problem in South Park when we were playing superheroes." Oh sweet, seems like the Lasso of Truth isn't a fake after all. He no longer smiled, now frowning as he put his left hand, or "Mitch Conner" hand down. "I can't believe South Park was that stupid believing my Mitch Conner act."

"I can," Tyler interjected.

"Next question: where's the Stick of Truth?" Bebe asked.

"It's in my robes." We all took one step towards Cartman, and Cartman as a result brandished both his hands. "Nuh uh uh, not a step further, or I'll freeze you all, cut your heads off, then shove my shit down your throats!"

"You're lying," Wendy scoffed as she continued to broadcast the conversation.

"Am I really?!" Cartman pointed at the lasso. "Look at what your stupid boyfriend is holding, genius!"

"Oh yeah, good point..." Wendy agreed and as a result, my entire party took three steps back. Damn, the fact that Cartman could make such a morbid threat like that while being bound to the Lasso of Truth of all artifacts is very concerning of his psyche. "But I got a third question: where's Douchebag? Where's Ray?"

"Do you really want to know?" We all nodded at Cartman's question. "Come on out, Butthole."

From out of the shadow stepped a boy our age to Cartman's side. It was none other than Raymond Irvington, but this time he was in his regular clothes; he had a light brown jacket, dark teal gloves, and green pants. His hair was dyed a bright pink color, and was long and wavy like a surfer. He was not in a healthy shape however; his lips were bleeding and his left eye was blackened and swollen.

"What the hell have you done to Ray?!" Tyler yelled.

"I knew he would be eager to see you again. I simply had to take...preventative measures in case he is motivated by you eight." So Cartman beat him up. What a stupid asshole, he's going to pay for that, I swear! "Of course, being Dovahkiin, I can't exactly strip him of his base powers of making friends real fast...but as the stickbearer, I can ban him from the game. He is thus banished from space and time, and can never have any fantasy powers so long as I wield the stick."

"Wait, if you can ban him, why can't you ban us right now?" Kathy, I swear to God I wanna smack you for giving Cartman ideas.

"Believe me, I thought of that long before you did." Cartman sighed. "Unfortunately, you eight haven't sworn total and utter fealty to me underneath the Stick's blessing while Buttfucker here has."

"And how the hell did you even get him on his side anyways?!" Bebe curled her fists. "What the hell did you do to him to make him literally your slave?!"

But instead of answering the question, which is what I expected the Lasso of Truth to do, Cartman instead pulled out his phone. Wendy slightly lowered her phone, but still had its camera trained upon the fat kid. "Fatass, what the hell are you doing?"

"Just wait, you'll see." A few seconds later, my ears perked up. That's right, for everyone in my party, all of our phones began to buzz. Cartman gave off a conniving, creepy grin. "You might want to pick that up."

We all checked our phones, myself included. On my phone was a photo that Cartman apparently texted us all. I opened up the photo to take a gander, and what I saw next horrified me, causing my mouth to drop open and exhale. It was Ray alright with Scott Malkinson, both dressed up in their superhero attires, and in the background looks like what appears to be older men partying with strippers. "W-w-what the hell is this?! Since when did Ray and Scott go there as superheroes?! Why were they there?!"

"That very good question indeed, Stan: why were they at the Peppermint Hippo, a strip club?" Cartman then looked over to Kyle and smiled evilly. "Perhaps, Jew, you'd care to elaborate to the rest of your friends?"

All eyes were on Kyle now as he went pale, his eyes dilated and his lips thinned in embarrassment. "Um...well...you see...remember that time we were playing superheroes?" Cartman whirled his left hand towards Kyle, as if telling him to elaborate further. "Well, when we were...er...looking for that missing cat, there was this stripper named Classi, you see, and she was our lead, and we heard she worked there, so we sent Ray and Scott there to investigate. Didn't think..." Kyle glanced down at his phone, "...this would be used as blackmail against Ray further down the line."

"So this never occurred to you that this would have been used leverage against Ray," Wendy finished.

Kyle shot Wendy a glare. "I can't see that far into the future, you know."

"My parents would kill me if they knew I went there, even though me and Scott were just finding out what happened to that cat," Ray muttered. "I'm...s-so sorry I had to do this. C-C-Cartman...d-d-didn't give me any choice."

This was it. We got played by Cartman in the end. He wins everything, and we just lose. We really suck at being heroes, and this time, I truly mean it. "So now that we're here...what are you really playing at? What's your grand plan of it all?" The rest of us put our phones away, except Wendy, who was still broadcasting.

The Lasso is going to make Cartman spill everything, that we know. Cartman glanced at Ray. "First off, I no longer have any use for Douchebag's skills...that said, he'd make a nice sacrifice, along with Charlie and Heather here. Not like you'd care, they aren't your friends, the cool kids, because it's all about self image, yes?"

I clenched my teeth. "Shut up, you fat fuck, and get to the point."

"That is precisely why I sent the KND to South Park earlier today, to retrieve some sacrifices. Unfortunately, I could only grab those two useless idiots-" Cartman briefly pointed up to Charlie and Heather, "-but that doesn't matter. Because I need two more besides Douche to complete the ritual."

"What ritual?" Tyler asked.

Cartman rolled his eyes. "Ugh, to bring everlasting Christmas to South Park, you idiots. Can't you imagine-"

"We can imagine it, you retard!" I yelled. Yeah, I've seen through an alternate timeline what everlasting Christmas is like, and it is nowhere as good as one might think. With vacation being every day, nothing gets done, and when nothing gets done, everything falls into chaos, and eventually, Woodland Critters wreak havoc.

"You tried this before, and you're doing it again!" Wendy yelled. "So tell us why you're really doing this!"

Cartman scoffed at Wendy, "Wendy, are you that narrow-minded to not believe the possibilities of no responsibility whatsoever? Never having to go to school to see you assholes?"

"We're the assholes?!" Kathy yelled. "Are you actually serious now?! After everything you've done, we're the assholes?!"

"Oh yes, Kathy, I do believe that. Because I hate you guys seriously! And do you really want to know why?"

We all remained silent. Now normally, I'd just laugh off whatever bullshit Cartman throws around, any asinine reason he might claim to hate us. This time, however, is different, and the reason for that is that I have the Lasso of Truth wrangled onto him. Now normally, any object that forces the victim to tell nothing but the truth is good for the heroes, yes? However, I'm not so sure I really want to hear his next true words. After all, they say the truth can hurt more than a thousand lies.

"You know, I remember when Butters was calling us boys out before he went to Hawaii. Stan, Kyle, Tyler, and Chris. And he does have a point. You can claim you're all better than I am, but really, you're all just fucked in the head, same as I." Cartman pointed at Kathy. "Let's start with you, Kathy. You can pretend all you want that you know what to do in life, but you're just as wishy-washy as the rest of 'em, appeasement issues and all. We all know you're only with the others so that you can fit in, look good to your parents, because you're so afraid others would make fun of you for being a nerd. Well guess what: you are a nerd."

Kathy curled her fists. "S-s-s-screw you, fatass!"

Cartman chuckled. "Heh heh, so insecure you are. So worried you're a disappointment that you and the other girls contribute so much to the bullshit drama at school. And that's another thing. You talk about me being prejudiced? You're the one who made fun of me for being fat. You're still doing so right now. Grow up, you hypocrite. Everyone's a prejudiced asshole, and you're no different, just because you're a daywalker like Kyle. That's why I'm more mature than you." He then turned his attention to Chris. "Ah Chris, the ginger-loving thief. This really must be your newest hustle. You really think I wouldn't have noticed you stealing food from me and my locker? The amount of times you scammed me? Cheap and dirty tricks, constantly throwing shade at me?"

"You don't need all that food," Chris grunted. "You're fat."

"I'm not fat, I'm big-boned," Cartman snarled. "What? Are you still mad that I tease you still over your social anxiety - or avoidant personality, and how the girls hurt you? Well the girls hurt me too, but you don't see me crying about it. There are people starving in Africa, and you think you're the one struggling? Jesus Christ, stop being such a sensitive little pussy. Fucking selfish little prick, only cares about himself. You'll happily backstab anyone who isn't your little brother because you're so scared of others. You're an accident anyways, your parents didn't want to conceive you. You're nothing but a street rat like Kenny disguised as a normal-looking boy." He turned to Ellen now. "Oh Ellen. Sweet, sweet Ellen. What, you like to think you're the shy, good girl, correct?"

"I like me better than I like how you are," Ellen deadpanned.

"Ha! Don't make me laugh! We all know you only act that way because deep down you're an insecure little bitch. A coward. You can't stand up for anyone, let alone yourself. You just let others walk all over you. You can pretend all you want you're being the good girl out of everyone, but the way I see it, you never once helped me out ever when I was down. Never showed me any kindness when they always called me fat and talked shit behind my back, or broke my stuff. You just use your personality to try to dupe idiot boys into liking you. And considering your boyfriend...speaking of which..." Cartman looked over at Tyler now. "My, my, Tyler. You have alot to atone for. You aren't the first person to pick on me and harass me, and you very likely won't be the last. Pushing me around, calling me fat, you are very naughty. That being said, don't think I'm unaware of you compensating for your family hating you, so you have to take out your anger on others. On me."

"At least I have an actual family!" Tyler screamed. "At least my mom's not a crackwhore!"

"Perhaps so, but my mom actually loves me and hugs me. Same can't be said for your own, can it? Your parents think you're a nuisance, your siblings constantly pick on you. How does it feel always knowing you're the unwanted runt of the litter? And believe me, I find too much pleasure in people's pain, just like your own. But as I said, you aren't the first bully, that being said..." He then turned to Bebe. "Ah yes, the other ginger-lover. You really think you're any better than-" he pointed at Tyler, but continued to focus his gaze upon Bebe, "-he is?" Cartman then put his arm down. "He might be a stereotypical bully, but you're actually just a shitty person. Sure, you're not me, but you are the one who pulled a gun on your best friend over a list, correct?"

"You don't know anything about me, you asswipe!" Bebe yelled. "So just keep your mouth shut!"

Cartman grinned. "But that's where you're wrong. I do know one thing about you, and that you're motivated by greed. You dating Clyde over shoes. The Paris Hilton fad. Always showing off trendy, material wealth just to gain the respect of your peers when you could do so much more with it. Always looking for the next fad, the next trend, just to prop yourself up and try to impress your parents too, like what Kathy does. So materialistic you are. I suppose you are a Jew just like Kyle. Fitting you're in love with him, though I suppose it makes sense for you both to belong together...and speak of the devil..." He turned to Kyle now. "Ah, Kahl, Kahl, Kahl. My, I almost forgot you were here. Ah yes, the things I could say...but I'll keep it brief, as I still need to get to Wendy and Stan. How does it feel, trying so hard in life to try to be the hero of the story, and yet the sins of your parents have caught up with you? You know you can't escape your fate Kyle. So afraid that you'll make the same mistakes as they have. Actually, you have made the same mistake as your mom did, pissing off Canada and all. But I guess in the end, we're both alike, you and I."

"You're not gonna get away with this, you fat fuck!" Kyle seethed. "And we aren't alike at all!"

"Oh is that what you really think? You did join with me multiple times in my plot to get lots of cash, like the crack-baby thingy. But really, your 'I learned something today' speeches are lame and fucking annoying. You're nothing but a self-righteous, patronizing dickhead who is trying to compensate for the fact that your parents screwed up the town. Your little brother is an annoying shithead too, just like Chris's. But I'm just trying to make things better. Unfortunately, it's not just your bullshit I have to sift through each day..." Cartman turned to Wendy and chuckled. "Heh...and you. So help me God, just by looking at you I want to strangle you. You know, your feminist, social justice warrior attitude isn't fooling anyone, Wendy. Well, it may fool the other retards back in South Park, but it don't fool me."

"Stop trying to pretend that you're smarter than you really are, you piece of shit!" Wendy exclaimed.

"Did you think I have forgotten? Did you think I have forgiven? We all know you just use it as a front to make yourself the prettiest girl at school, step above all others. So vain you are. It's so obvious when you try to preach body positivity through photoshop, I can see through your ulterior motive crystal clear. But really, you broke my heart back in third grade, dumping me for Stan immediately, shattered it into pieces. Then you beat me up at the playground. I can't forgive that, Wendy. But it's rather ironic how possessive you are of Stan, so scared he would leave you when you're more likely to do the same, make yourself the prettiest, where you and Ellen try to steal away every boy. Ironic isn't it? It's okay, someone like you would die alone, a fate you deserve. What a cunt." Cartman then turned to me. "Stan, my man. You know, before today, I would have thought that Kyle or Wendy was my least favorite out of all you eight. But now that I think about you...oh boy, what can I say..."

"Just get to the point already, fatass!" Now I really want to know what he's going to say about me.

"You really think you're the main character, huh? Every little thing, every little decision has to be run by you. Almost as if you think the world revolves around you and that you have to be the alpha male all the time. Look at you, now that you're the most popular boy in school dating the hottest chick you think you're so hot shit, huh? Your ego too much, too many self-image issues. Though I suppose it makes sense. Like Tyler, you too are compensating for your family issues. Your sister hates you, your mom forgets about you, your dad constantly disrespects you...makes sense you let Kyle and Wendy walk all over you."

"Shut the fuck up, Cartman!" I yelled. "You're still an asshole!"

"Ha, you're mad that I'm correct!" Cartman glared at each and every one of us, his eyes narrowed and full of hatred. "But really, despite how different you eight are, there's one thing in common between all of you."

"And what's that?" Bebe asked.

"You'll all do anything it takes to hang out with the cool kids. You care so much about being popular, you and the rest of the other retards in our class. But me, I'm above it all. Why do you think I'm making it so we don't have to go to school again? Everlasting Christmas so we don't have to deal with drama at school?" Cartman's voice rose now. "But I see how it is! You're all snakes, liars, and retards in the end! It's a crucifixion, as if I'm Jesus Christ, and you're all Jews like Kahl!" He pointed at Kathy. "Kathy, you're a Jew!" He pointed at Chris. "Chris, you're a Jew!" He pointed at Ellen. "Ellen, you're a Jew!" He pointed at Tyler. "Tyler, you're a Jew!" He pointed at Bebe. "Bebe, you're a Jew!" He pointed at Wendy. "Wendy, you're a Jew!" He then pointed at me. "And Stan, you're a Jew! You're all Jews!"

"SHUT UP, FATASS!" the rest of us yelled.

But Cartman didn't do that, instead he continued. "You want the truth, yes? That's why you worked so hard to get this lasso-" he grabbed the lasso with his right hand and lifted his portion briefly before letting go, "-correct?" I'm not sure I want to listen in any more. I looked upon the others, and they were just as irritated as I am, though I could see them all sweating from their foreheads. "You see, sheep are dumb animals, and most children our age are sheep. But I...no, I am the shepherd, whose hand is to guide the pack. But sometimes sheep must be culled, such as you eight. Now, you're probably wondering how we all got here in the first place."

"I know you have something to do with the gender war in Middle Park you asswipe!" Kyle yelled. "I know you did it to bait the Kids Next Door, and then use Ray's powers of friendship to overtake it all!"

Cartman only grinned harder. "There's more to it than just that. Have you ever wondered why we all have powers, and when I say 'we', I really mean at least ninety-percent of children in America? Courtesy of the Stick of Truth, of course."

"Why would you give literally every kid mystical powers?" Kathy asked. "Unless..."

Cartman grinned even harder. "You know kids like us without competent parents to guide us will just do fucked up things without any sense of responsibility or remorse. So imagine if only kids all got magical fantasy powers. You all saw what happened with Middle Park, I trust?" That's it. Throw the whole town into chaos. But why would Cartman want this?

"No...you can't be..." Tyler stammered softly. "T-t-this is pure evil..."

"And when everything all goes to shit, I will reunite everyone and reign supreme. And under my Mitch Conner persona, everyone will bow down to me, and I will finally get what I deserve - Everlasting Christmas." Cartman checked the nails of his right hand. "Once upon a time I sought to control others through fear or direct manipulation. But this...giving kids what they yearn for...unimaginable power over their parents...and expect them to tear each other apart in anarchy...then I will rise through the ashes in the end. May it be so."

Chris leaned forwards and shrieked, "YOU'RE A STUPID ASSHOLE, CARTMAN!" Rather uncharacteristic of him to do, but to be fair, this is such a fucked up plan Cartman has.

Cartman smirked at Chris. "Aw, you finally grew out of your stupid social anxiety now? So sweet. Careful, you don't want to leave yourself too vulnerable to the rest of your friends. Can't trust 'em, right?"

Chris cringed and closed his eyes. He then opened them once more and drew out one of his daggers gripping it tightly in his right hand. "THAT'S IT! I'M GONNA CARVE YOUR TEETH OUT!"

He took a step forward, but Kathy and Bebe both put their arms around him, doing their best to hold him back. It seemed like a big effort, given how berserk Chris is now. "Chris, no!" Kathy pleaded.

"LET ME GO!" Chris tried to squirm his way past both girls, but of to no avail.

Cartman held out his right hand, which began to channel frost. "Nuh uh, uh, what did I say just now? I told you I'll shit down your throats." As a result, Chris stepped back, but he was still breathing and shaking heavily, still pissed off. Cartman cancelled his frost spell and retracted his right hand.

Bebe lightly patted Chris's back several times. "Just chill, alright? It will be okay." Bebe used her left sleeve to wipe Chris's eyes.

Wendy took one sorrowful glance at Chris before turning back to Cartman. "You are such a fucked up shithead, you know that? I can't believe we tolerated you for this long. Two entire years of your bullshit!"

"My bullshit?!" Cartman yelled back. "You were all dicks to me! I'm simply bringing retribution! After I'm done with this, I won't ever have to deal with you fags again, nor anyone else in our fourth grade class! No drama, no popularity contests, no stealing away boyfriends or girlfriends-" Cartman glared at Kyle, "-looking at you, you fucking Jew! I won't forget what you did with Heidi!"

"OH FUCK OFF, YOU TREATED HER LIKE ABSOLUTE SHIT!" Kyle yelled back. "YOU NEVER DESERVED HER AT ALL!"

"Ah, we can go around in circles all day, but the point is, sure, you all bound me to the lasso. Sure, Wendy's broadcasting still. But you're all too late." Cartman continued to grin. "It's already working."

This time, Ellen spoke up, her voice filled with fury. "WE WON'T LOSE TO YOU! WE WILL STOP YOU HERE AND NOW!"

"Ha, now the pussy finally grows some balls when she's hiding behind seven other people plus two pets," Cartman laughed. I ended up loosening my grip, enough that Cartman managed to free himself from the lasso's loop. He stepped out of it backwards and tossed the loop back to me. "I assume you've no use for this anymore, yes?"

Wendy put down her phone back into her pocket. I narrowed my eyes at Cartman. "You're dead, Cartman."

Cartman sneered at me. "Not as dead as how you felt every time Wendy broke up with you. Honestly, every time Wendy leaves you, seeing you all depressed really...puts a smile on my face."

My heart skipped a beat. I felt my cheeks burn with anger. Who the fuck does this asshole think he is? I'm going to kill this asshole. "YOU THINK THAT'S FUNNY?! I'LL FUCKING CLEAVE YOUR SKULL IN!" I directed all my gaze, anger, and energy upon Cartman. "LET'S GO! RIGHT NOW! YOU AND ME!"

Tyler immediately stepped in front of me to hold me back. "Stan, wait! Don't charge, it's a trap!"

"WHAT?!" I practically yelled into Tyler's face.

Tyler didn't say anything more. He stepped out of my way, but pointed past Cartman towards the figure in the shadows behind to his left (my right). But then the figure came out into the sunlight, and at that moment, the fury that was within me fizzled immediately. His blonde hair went straight to the sky. He was beefy and muscular. He wore a black T-shirt, a gnarled red vest, and brown pants with a brown belt. The best words to describe this guy is someone who looks super tough, and despite his size, he seemed to be no older than me. You see, the problem here is that I already fought this guy, and knowing him, he still is probably pissed at me.

"T-T-T-Trent Boyette?!" our entire party stammered.

"Well what do ya know, it's a family reunion," Trent grinned. "Bet you gaylords are wondering why I'm here right now."

"Wait, what?!" Kathy exclaimed. "Cartman sent you here?!"

Ellen, face full of terror, eyed Cartman. "H-h-how?!"

"Cartman was the only one who visited me in jail. He sent me a gift basket. Not enough to make up for what you all did, but at least he tried. More to say than for the rest of you faggots, huh?" This has to be the time when all of us boys in our class (excluding Butters and Cole Dimmons) agreed to ignore Cartman entirely. I remember when he was sending gift baskets to people he wronged, but not sure how. "You know, at first, I wasn't sure about helping Cartman at all. But he's right. You all are shitheads. I'm gonna enjoy beating you all to the ground, where you belong."

Cartman grinned even harder as he physically backpedaled. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have plans to carry out with Douchebag, Charlie, and Heather. I hope you all have fun, because now is the hour of your disembowelment." He turned to Trent. "Kill them all! Leave none alive!"

We turned to Trent as he cracked his knuckles. Our entire party all drew our weapons. "Trent, this is your only warning! If you don't back off, we will hurt you!"

Kyle took out both his axes. "I'm with you, Stan! I'm not gonna back down anymore, especially now that you're with Cartman! I'm going to set things right!"

Ellen aimed her gun straight at Trent. "I won't be pushed around by jerks like you anymore!"

Chris gripped both his daggers tightly. "I'm gonna enjoy stabbing you, bitch!"

I looked over at the other four. Wendy, Bebe, Tyler, and Kathy are more uncharacteristically hesitant now. Considering everything that has happened so far, I can't exactly blame the extroverts of our group for going rather silent. Despite all that, what we're going to face up against right now is problematic, and if my last fight against Trent is anything to go by, it's going to get much worse. In the end, Tyler's right. This is pure evil. I know Cartman is an ass and all, but before today, I can't fathom anyone, him included, hating life so much he is willing to cause everlasting chaos around the world. It really makes me wonder if getting that Lasso of Truth in the first place was a mistake. Regardless, we still have to set things right.

Tyler casted Devotion Aura, giving us resistance to physical harm. Kyle placed down four totems - Strength of Earth, Flametongue, Healing Stream, and Windfury. Healing Stream Totem would regenerate our health over time. Bebe shapeshifted into her Moonkin Form. Chris casted Stealth, fading from sight. Kathy casted Ice Armor on herself while Wendy casted Demon Armor on herself.

Trent cracked his knuckles, then ran in towards us. I took out my battle axe and casted Charge, intercepting his movements halfway. I casted Battle Shout next, increasing all of our attack power. "Let's burst him down immediately!" That's hoping to be my plan: end Trent quickly because last time I faced him we didn't do that, and he was just punching and stabbing us down.

Wendy summoned a Demonic Circle where she stood. Kyle casted Feral Spirit, summoning two spirit wolves as all three of them rushed in on Trent. Tyler casted Avenging Wrath, sprouting holy wings behind his back as he ran in on Trent. Bebe casted Force of Nature, summoning three treants next to Trent, ready to claw him down. Kathy casted Icy Veins, surrounding herself in a fog of cold air while also summing a Water Elemental next to her, ready to hurl water bolts. Wendy's demon and Ellen's wolf also charged into the fray. "Let's do this, guys!" Kyle yelled as he casted Heroism. All of our hands glowed bright blue as we physically grew larger by a tiny bit, about an inch all around.

But there's a reason no one wants to fuck with Trent: he's just that hardcore. What happened next was that Trent brought his arms inward before extending them like airplane wings, then spinning around once while his fists were closed. As a result, Tyler, Kyle, his spirit wolves, Wendy's demon, Ellen's wolf, Bebe's treants, and I were knocked away and down to the ground. Kathy and her Water Elemental were both hurling ice and water at Trent in the meantime. Therefore, Trent set his sights upon Kathy. "I'll get you first, bitch!" Kathy casted Ice Barrier, surrounding herself in a bubble of ice. As I was slowly getting to my feet, I watched Trent charge into Kathy at the speed of light, reel back his right fist, and went to punch Kathy square in the jaw. Turns out Trent's punch was so hard he instantly broke the Ice Barrier, though the consequence of the shattered barrier was that an explosion of ice came from Kathy, freezing Trent's feet, rooting him in place. "Damn you!" Kathy casted Blink, teleporting about twenty yards away. The Water Elemental simply stood in place, continuing to hurl water bolts at Trent.

Getting to my feet, I went in a Berserker Stance, then casted Intercept, rushing into Trent once more. At that moment, Chris appeared at Trent's back side, beginning to stab Trent. Kyle, his spirit wolves, Tyler, Wendy's demon, Ellen's wolf, and Bebe's treats all caught up to Trent as well at this point. Tyler casted Hammer of Justice, stunning Trent with a wave of light. At that moment, I casted Rend, bleeding Trent with an axe attack, Kyle casted Flame Shock, Wendy casted Unstable Affliction, Corruption, and Curse of Agony, Bebe casted Moonfire and Insect Swarm, Ellen fired a poisoned bullet at Trent that placed Serpent Sting, and Tyler casted Crusader Strike, a downward chop that critically struck Trent, placing Righteous Vengeance on Trent. Most of these (except Crusader Strike) were all damage-over-time effects that rotted Trent down, and I could see burns, blisters, and boils develop on his skin.

Despite such visible injuries, he did not relent at all. He felt no pain nor remorse, like a wild animal berserk from being long-shackled. However, the ice at Trent's feet broken, and he made one push with his arms towards my direction, and the boys in our party, as well as Ellen's wolf and Wendy's demon were pushed back down to the ground and several yards away. Apparently Trent's push was so hard it also killed Bebe's three treants instantly, shattering them into bark and tree sap that spilled all over the ground. He then set his sights upon Wendy. "I guess I'll go for you then!" He made his way towards Wendy, walking across the shed. As he charged, he reeled back his right fist, ready to punch Wendy.

But at the last second, I got up once again, took a more Defensive Stance, and casted Intervene, charging towards Wendy in the speed of light. Right as the punch was about to connect, I got right in front of it and held up the handle of my battle axe, and it parried Trent's punch. "You will not touch her, you dick!"

At that moment, Wendy teleported back to her Demonic Circle, which was many yards away from where Trent and I currently are. "Thanks, Stan!"

Then suddenly a silver, energized star was conjured above Trent fell on top of him, exploding on his head. Then a second later came a second star. It seemed that Bebe had casted Starfall. Trent pushed me down to the ground before turning his attention towards Bebe. It seemed that the blonde girl (who was currently shapeshifted into a moonkin) had attracted the ire of the ex-convict. Trent started charging towards Bebe, but Bebe casted Typhoon at the last second, summoning a gust of wind to knock Trent back and daze him.

Kyle, Chris, and Tyler came to me. Kyle grabbed my right arm, and Chris grabbed my left arm. Both lifted me up to my feet. Meanwhile, Tyler, who no longer is affected by Avenging Wrath (and therefore no longer has holy wings) still had his attention at Trent, holding his greatsword tightly. "He isn't even trying to hurt us!" Tyler exclaimed. "He's just going for the girls!"

"I should have known! What a douchebag!" Kyle's tone was low and full of venom. I'm about as pissed of as Kyle is too. It's one thing to defend yourself against girls. It's another to go out of your own way to seek out and hurt them, and Trent, being as scummy as he is, fell into the latter category. I suppose he believes that the girls are the weaker members in our party, and to him, going for the weaker prey is easier. Still, this is quite sexist and fucked up, though I shouldn't be surprised that this is how Trent is.

I clutched my fists tightly. I wanted to charge him down now. Except I realized that I wasn't holding my battle axe. "Wait, where the hell-"

Chris bent down to pick up my battle axe off the ground before offering it to me. "Here."

I took it from his hands. "Thanks."

Kyle's spirit wolves lept literally many yards towards Trent, but with one backhand swipe from his left hand, he slapped the spirit wolves so hard they dispersed immediately. Trent moved to Ellen, but as he got close, Ellen took out both of her longswords and with a spin slash, swiped at his legs, slowing him down. "Wing Clip!" she shouted. She lept backwards while throwing down a Snake Trap right in front of Trent. Trent being too slow, stepped on the trap, rooting him in place again while releasing venomous snakes to try to attack Trent, but with one leg sweep, Trent managed to kill off every snake.

"THAT'S IT! I'M GOING TO GUT SOMEONE!" Trent pushed himself out of the trap and took out his switchblade as he ran towards Ellen. "COME HERE, BITCH!"

"Oh no, you don't!" Chris casted Shadowstep, teleporting to Trent instantly. He then casted Dismantle, disarming the bully instantly.

Trent in desperation turned his sights on Chris. "Fuck you!" He went for a punch with his left fist, but Chris dodged the attack. He grabbed Chris's collar. "I'll kill you then!"

But Tyler casted Hand of Freedom, a disc of light glowing beneath Chris's feet, releasing him from Trent's grasp immediately. Tyler then casted Exorcism as he made his way towards Trent, blasting Trent with holy light, causing him to stagger. Chris stabbed Trent in the left thigh with his left dagger, and it seemed to inject a Crippling Poison substance into his veins that slowed down his movements.

"YOU ASSHOLES!" At the same time, Trent punched Chris with his left fist and Tyler with his right fist, both in the stomach, knocking them away.

Unfortunately the Heroism effect faded, and my party returned to normal size as our hands stopped glowing. Kathy's water elemental disappeared, and she was no longer surrounded in cold fog, the Icy Veins effect gone. However, Kyle, Ellen's wolf, Wendy's demon, and I joined the fray as we all ran in on Trent. Kyle raised both axes before attempting to cast Stormstrike, swinging both down upon Trent. But Trent held up both forearms, blocking the double attack from Kyle. "W-what?!"

Trent headbutted Kyle in his forehead, knocking him down as well. Ellen's wolf and Wendy's demon tried to leap at Trent, but he literally grabbed both in their necks right as they reached him, spun around twice, then threw the pets at their respective owners, knocking both girls down. That's it! I have to take him down now! Therefore, I went into a Battle Stance as I casted Bladestorm, spinning around rapidly to try to cut up Trent. But unfortunately Trent disarmed me, grabbing my battle axe and giving it a yank, ending my Bladestorm immediately. He reeled back his right fist and punched me square in the stomach, and the pain shot up through, almost feeling as if I was shot there. I wanted to vomit now because the punch hurt so much. I staggered backwards and fell down.

Trent charged towards Bebe, but Tyler had casted Hand of Protection on her, causing a glowing purple crown to float above the druid, protecting her from any physical harm Trent might commit. "GOD FUCKING DAMNIT!" Trent roared. He turned his attention towards Tyler. "I'LL KILL YOU THEN!" Tyler slowly got up from the ground, put away his greatsword, and took out his shield and mace. Raising the shield, he prepared for the worst as Trent came for him.

But Trent was stopped by Wendy as she casted Death Coil, casing him to run from Tyler in terror for three seconds. Then Kathy let loose a Frostbolt at Trent, but this one caused an explosion of ice that froze Trent in his tracks. "Ha! Deep Freeze!" This cause the frost to grow an icicle on Trent that trapped him in place, stunning him. She then casted Frostfire Bolt while Wendy casted Shadow Bolt, both magical projectiles hurled at Trent to blast him in a mix of frost, fire and shadow energies.

Kyle then ran in again. Reeling back his left axe, he charged the axe with lava, casting Lava Lash, slashing Trent with molten lava. The left axe also propagated the Frostbrand effect that blasted Trent with ice and slowed him. "That's what you get for hitting girls!"

Ellen casted Chimera Shot, firing a bullet from her gun that caused the poison she shot into Trent to detonate and explode. "Fuck you!"

Now that I was completely up, I casted charge, running in on Trent once more, stunning him. I raised my battle axe and casted Mortal Strike, slamming it down on Trent brutally.

Chris casted Sprint, running in on Trent in the speed of light. He then casted Shadow Dance, ready to chain several sneak attacks as shadows danced around his body. Next, he casted Garrote, slicing Trent in his throat, causing him to bleed while silencing him and preventing him from casting spells (though I haven't seen Trent attempt to cast any magic spells at all). He then casted Eviscerate, disembowling Trent with a spin slash of both daggers.

Tyler, his greatsword out again, ran towards Trent again and then casted Divine Storm, spinning with his sword once while whirling holy and divine energies that tore into Trent while also healing Kyle, Chris, and me. Meanwhile, Bebe casted Starfire, causing a torrent of lunar energies to fall down upon Trent, blasting him down.

The Deep Freeze stun faded from Trent as he was released from the icicle. "ENOUGH!" Trent spun around with his fists again, knocking us boys down. He then ran at the speed of light towards Wendy and took out his switchblade once more. "I'LL KILL YOU FIRST, BITCH!" He held out the switchblade, ready to thrust it into Wendy, but then Wendy's felhunter and Ellen's wolf pounced at Trent from his left side, knocking him towards the right while releasing Wendy. The two hounds were chewing into Trent's legs as blood was beginning to splatter all over the ground. "AH! GET IT OFF, GET IT OFF!"

Moments later, the wolf and the demon let go. I looked over at the girls as us boys got up from off the ground. "Are you girls alright?!" They all nodded at me. Then the boys in our party decided to surround Trent while he was still on the ground. His legs were chewed up and exposing a bit of muscle. There was a cut in his throat where Chris garroted him. There were various cuts, burns, bruises, insect stings and bites, and bullet holes in his skin. His blood veins were somewhat blackened and visible, thanks to Chris's and Ellen's attacks injecting poison into them. His skin lost a bit of color thanks to Kyle's and Kathy's ice attacks, and Wendy's shadow spells. Despite this, Trent was so supernaturally resilient that he is still alive and breathing when this should have killed off a regular ten-year-old long ago. A scary specimen indeed.

Tyler asked as he spun his greatsword several times then against his right shoulder while holding it with his right hand only. He nodded silently at me. "So what do we do with this one?!" I asked

Chris spun both of his daggers several times. "Let's carve into his stomach, see how he likes it!"

"This guy tried to kill us several times!" Kyle exclaimed as he pointed at Trent with his right axe. "He wanted to target and beat up girls because he knows they're physically weaker! This guy is a douche!"

I gripped my battle axe tightly. "Last time, I spared you, Trent! Maybe I shouldn't have done that!"

Trent coughed out blood. "Wait, I'll leave you guys alone!" He coughed out blood again. "I only wanted retribution for what you guys did to me! How you, Stan and Kyle, framed me for those fires!" Trent glanced over at Tyler and Chris. "You both don't know what Stan and Kyle did, do you?"

"Actually, we do know about that, and we do know about Wendy shooting Ms. Ellen into the sun," Chris said. Well Ms. Ellen would have been dead, but now she's resurrected, and was at the North Park Elementary library earlier today.

"Yeah, Cole Dimmons went off and told everyone at school," Kyle added. This all happened after we got back from the Sol Lighthouse. Cole and Isaac went off to tell everyone at school. I though we were warming up to him too, but apparently, the twins were douchey enough to go behind my back and spread our secrets to everyone. Apparently, some people never change. "Those two are total jackasses."

Trent couldn't help but chuckle at Kyle insulting the twins. "You eight really are in the cahoots together..." Trent managed to pick himself up. The four of us boys in our party backed up as we brandished our weapons at Trent. "Relax...I'm not gonna fight you guys anymore..." He began to limp away. The last things we could hear was, "Now if you'll excuse me, I've some other little kid to beat up. I need to eat too, you know?"

All I could do is stare at him as he left. "Good luck in life...Trent." The way I see it, I don't see Trent changing his ways or going anywhere in the future. It felt bad knowing that it was Kyle's and my faults that we messed up his life.

Is this how we really are truly? Did Cartman truly have merit in his own criticisms when he insulted and called out all of us? For so long, I thought we've been improving our lives, but now after what happened in the past hour, I'm beginning to think otherwise. So far, I'm starting to think that all we ever do is leave destruction in our wake. I looked down at my battle axe, and as fucked up as Cartman's plan was, he did raise a good point: children's morals are flimsy, especially with no proper parental figure to teach right and wrong. Give them unimaginable magical powers, and they will fuck up so many things. I glanced out the shed towards where the international gates were, and underneath the airplanes that were docked at the building proper, the N.W.A. and the KND were still fighting, hurling spells and projectiles at each other while impeding any future flights as the airplanes were being vandalized.

"Damnit, he got away!" I looked around. Kyle was right. Cartman, Ray, Charlie, and Heather were all gone now. We lost everything.

"He...must have went back to the KND base, which Rachel said is in Canada," I said.

"Hey guys?"

It was Ellen's words that caught my attention. I turned around. Bebe was back to her human form as she, Kathy, and Wendy were in the background all depressed, holding each other in their arms tightly as they softly shed tears. Ellen was the only one who wasn't crying. She glanced back at the other girls before turning to us boys. She nodded. "Now that Cartman's gone, and we know where he'll go, let's just find Mr. Kim and get out of here."

Tyler closed both his eyes and frowned. He exhaled, then softly spoke, "Agreed."


This has to be by far my most favorite piece of work I have ever written throughout all my fanfic writing. I absolutely loved writing this chapter, especially all of Cartman's criticisms, as I felt they'd make sense in this context. I also loved delving into Cartman's inner feelings, especially with him bound to the Lasso of Truth. That being said, let me know how you guys felt about this. See you next time.