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The next concequence is mental. Yes. You think you're on top. But you're just being messed around with by your head. You're not insane. But you're On The Edge. One more problem to tick you off. And it's over, your off the edge and wasted in your own mind. So congrats! You're one step closer to mental instability and general insanity...

PART III: ON THE EDGE

It's been at least a couple days since the murder. But in his mind, it was like it just happened an hour ago...

Kyle was holding the gun. His hands were shaking like a madman's. Craig was right there. Looking eye to eye. Why did he do it? The person threating him was of all people Cartman. He knew him since they were little kids. He had his run ins with him, but damn? Why? He even gave him a bloody nose to him in Canada. Why would he listen to him? Who knows. Maybe it had something to do with the way he was acting. A knife to the neck and a gun to the head can really change a person.

But he had to put that away for now. He was meeting up with Stan and Cartman at the treehouse in Stan's backyard. They had to come up with a plan or else it would'nt be hard for the police to find out. Cartman was talking about "rubbing out" Kenny. He thinks that he was there and was hiding, even though Kyle never saw him or anyone else.

It was getting dark and it was a tough day at school. It just wasn't the same wihtout Craig being in front of the office. He approached the treehouse the back way. He could see the shadows of two people already there. He climbed over the wooden fence and started to climb the ladder up there. He got closer and cloaser until he could here Cartman's voice say...

"Wait until Jew Boy comes and we can get this over with"

He then finally made it to the top and saw Stan drinking a Pepsi looking out of the cutout of a window and Cartman eating Cheesy Poofs waiting for him.

"I'm glad you showed up Kyle, it's gettin' late" said Cartman pointing to his wrist like a watch was on their.

"Alright Fatass. What do ya want?" said Kyle taking a seat on the floor of the treehouse.

"Well, I have a little plan that will make sure no one ever knows." said Cartman getting ready for a madman type speech.

"I think we forgot of one more person... Kenny. That broke bastard saw us shoot Craig and was naturally scared. So he hid at his house for a bit then came up just to see the five grand reward. He's going to tell the cops and get that money. So we have to silence him once and for all"

"What do you mean we?" asked Stan not moving from his spot.

"Well, hippie. We have to..." with Cartman interupting to get a hidden baseball bat "Kill Kenny"

"WHAT!" said Kyle "NO! We can't!"

"We have to Kyle or he'll get us in thrown in jail forever"

"No! We already killed one person we can't kill another!" said Kyle "Stan! Don't let Cartman do this! Jesus Christ!"

"I'm tired..." started Stan "I'm tired of all the bullshit... I can't handle none of this no more..."

"What did you say?" asked Cartman.

"I said... I'm not going to do no more!" said Stan "If we say something, maybe they won't give us that much time"

"He's right... the jigs up" said Kyle.

Just as Stan was about to leave. Cartman banged the bat against his back and when Stan was about to retaliate. Cartman pulled out the revolver and pointed it right at him.

"NO! THIS JIG IS NOT UP! IT'S JUST GETTIN' STARTED!" yelled Cartman "I SWEAR TO GOD, IF YOU OR THE JEW OVER THERE EVEN THINK ABOUT GOING TO THE COPS, I'LL KILL YOU! I DON'T CARE IF I KILL YOU BOTH! SO SHUT UP AND SIT DOWN!"

With that command, they both got back up and sat down.

"Now, what i'll do is trick Kenny to coming behind the school, there I can beat the shit out of him and make sure he dosen't say a word ever again" said Cartman "Any questions?".

"Yeah, one"

"What Stan?"

"The fuck is wrong with you!" yelled Stan "First you kill Craig, now you wanna kill Kenny? We knew him for like forever! We can't just kill him! He wasn't even there!"

"Oh really? Well first Stan, you put a shot in Craig too, so don't try and weasel out. Adn who cares if we knew him forever, he was there and he saw us and..." said Cartman until he was cut off by Kyle.

"If he was there, then why he ain't tell the cops that day? Because he wasn't there!"

"He wanted to see if he could get some money off turning us in. Look, he was there! He has to be taken out, if you guys are too pussy to do it than I will!" said Cartman now pointing with both hands towards the front of the clubhouse "Screw you guys! I'm goin home!"

With that he slid over to the front and climbed down the ladder, but paused so he can say...

"Don't tell Kenny, if you do, you already know whats goin' to happen..."

He then continued climbing down the ladder. Stan and Kyle then gave each other uneasy looks. It was going to be a bad day...

THE NEXT DAY

It was yet another sunny morning in South Park. We see all the birds chirping away from the trees with no leaves. We are then in a dirty bedroom. In the bed sleeping is a boy who is wearing an orange parka. It must be because since his family can't afford the gas bill this time. He slowly opens his eyes and then gets up. He brushes his teeth with a stick with a napkin on the end in his makeshift bathroom. He gets his bookbag which he used since he was in pre-school and walks out the door. His parents were either sleep at the bar or sleep at the jail. His brother was still in the bed and he didn't want to bother with trying to wake him up.

He was walking towards the bus stop were his three friends were waiting for him. Cartman however was doing more than waiting for him. It was like he was staring at him. But he didn't care. Kenny even though he was in proverty was a very okay boy. He always wanted more money but he was still happy. He would talk but most of the time you couldn't understand him because of the parka covering his mouth. But his friends would always know what he was talking about.

"There he is" whispered Cartman "Play it cool"

"Mmm mmy mnnmph mmph" said Kenny.

"Oh hi Kenny" said Stan "Where... you've been at"

"Mm mm mmnph" said Kenny

"Out of town? That fuckin' liar!" thought Cartman "I can't wait till can get my hands on him!"

"Really Kenny? Where did you go?" said Kyle.

"Mmitsburgh" said Kenny.

"Pittsburgh? That's all the way cross the country! Poor people don't go on vacation!" said Cartman.

"Mmm! Mmmphph!" yelled Kenny.

"You went to see relatives? How'd you get there?"

"Mmons" said Kenny "Mmons"

"Loans? Your poor Kenny, poor people can't pay back loans!" said Cartman.

"Mm mno! Mmuck mo Mmartmman!" yelled Kenny.

"What! Well screw you to Kenny! Screw you Kenny and Kyle!" yelled Cartman "This is all your fault...

He was cut off by the bus rumbling up to the stop. They was continuing arguing on the bus to school. But it ws Crtman and Kyle instead of Kenny and Cartman. Cartman even though was arguing with Kyle, he still had his plan in the back of his head. All he had to do was trick Kenny to go to the back of the school, wack him over the head, then ditch the body and bat. It was so simple, yet so damn genius.

The day was going slow, at least for Cartman. He was looking forward to killing his friend. I guess that was the way he was. Mr... I mean Mrs. Garrison came back from a trip to Florida. He didn't pass out no schoolwork so he could talk about his lame-ass vacation. But Cartman was fixed onto Kenny. He kept looking and looking and looking at him. He was fixated with him. Horrible thoughts were going through his mind. Kenny would really turn him and the rest in for five thousand? He would really do that? He was looking at the clock constantly waiting for his favorite time. Lunch time.

The bell rung and the kids rushed out to get out away from the class towards lunch and recess. It... was time.

"Uh Kenny? I gotta show you sumthin'. Can you meet me behind the school in about five minutes?" said Cartman.

"Mmy?" said Kenny.

"Because it's cool and it'll score you fifty" said Cartman.

"Mmity! Mmoph!" cheered Kenny.

"Yep fifty dollars, so meet me in five minutes" said Cartman.

"Mmok!" said Kenny as he ran out of the room to get his lunch.

Cartman was left by himself in the room.

"Don't worry Kenny. It's all soon going to be over" grimly thought Cartman.

5 MINUTES LATER

We see a lone figure waiting behind the school sitting on the loading dock with his feet dangling. Kenny was patiently waiting for whatever Cartman was going to show him. And for the fifty he promised. A little voice in his head said "Don't trust him". But an even larger and bigger voice said "YOU WANT FIFTY DON'T YA! WELL GO!". So here he was waiting for him. Patiently waiting...

But then Cartman walks out of the back door of the school. He had a look on his face that he was going to do something. He had one hand out and the other behind him, clutching something.

"Well here you are Kenny, just like I planned" said Cartman.

"WHAT?" yelled Kenny through his parka.

"You think you would turn us in huh?" said Cartman now with both his hands in front. One empty, the other with a wodden baseball bat. "You think that you could get away with it? Well Kenny, your wrong, your so wrong. It's time to meet your end, Kenny"

With that, even before Kenny could say anything, Cartman bum rushed him and knocked him off his feet onto the pavement.

"Seems like your head's goin' to Crack Under The Pressure. Well with my good ol' slugger i'ma make sure of it"

He then proceeded to bash in his head. Over and over and over again. After about 45 seconds of this brutality. Cartman stood over a battered and bloodied Kenny and said...

"HA! You think you could get away with it huh? Well I got news for you, you poor bastard, I win..."

WIth that, he raised the bat one final time for one more blow. He raised it up over his head and then brought it down with extreme force to Kenny skull.

CRACK!

His head split right open on impact. Cartman just stood and watch Kenny go into slight convulsions. But after a few seconds Cartman snaped out of his slight trance and pulled a garbage bag out of his back pocket aqnd put the bat into it and tied it up. He then threw the bag into the dumpster and ran back into the door so he could get to the playground.

He reached the slide where Stan and Kyle were waiting.

"Did you..." started Kyle "You do it"

"It's been done" said Cartman.

"Oh...my...god" said Stan "You really did it?"

"Yes, hippie. Damn. Look just stay calm" said Cartman.

"Are we almost done with this?" asked Stan.

"Oh yeah..."