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NOTE: This will be divided into two parts over two days, Thrusday and early Friday morning.

It finally happened. Oh yes it did. Finally the shit was too much and you Crack Under The Pressure. It was too much for you and you finally snapped. It was bound to happen. Not one man can handle so much. You thought you could, but alas you could not...

PART IV: CRACK UNDER THE PRESSURE

THURSDAY: BARBRADY'S ON THE CASE

It was yet another cold, yet picture perfect day. The sun was gleeming onto the snow in this little mountain town. Young Stan Marsh jumped out of bed. Brushed his teeth. You know, the same old routine. He walked to the bus stop after that was all said and done. Waiting for him there were his best friend Kyle and his other, less than friend Eric.

"You hear about it?" asked Kyle.

"Hear about what?" replied Stan.

"Cartman fucked up" said Kyle.

"Ay! How did I screw up!" asked Cartman "It went all according to plan"

"No, it didn't. Chef found Kenny with his head bashed in and he was rushed to the hospital." said Kyle.

"Wha-wha-WHAT!" yelled Cartman "My god!"

"Damn straight!" said Stan "When Kenny gets out, not only is he going to say that we shot Craig, but that you took a bat to his head! Nice going fatass!"

"Ay! I'm not fat!" said Cartman.

"He might not make it" said Kyle now with his head down "He's in critical condition"

"I don't believe this! This is all your fault, Cartman!" yelled Stan with his finger right in Cartman's face "First you make me shoot somebody! Then you kill Kenny! I lost a friend because of you! So you better hope, he don't say a damn thing"

After Stan said that. Cartman sort of scoffed at the idea of Stan doing anything.

"Hmph. You? Doing me in? Ha! Only in your dreams" said a sneer Cartman "You won't do shit"

"Oh really?" replied Stan

"Yea, really. Who got the gun? I do. Who is the one that dosen't care about any of you freaks? I am. I can kill you right now and just go home, kick back and eat some Cheesy Poofs" said Cartman.

"That's all you can think about is food huh?" said Kyle.

"No. I masterminded this plan, didn't I?" said Cartman.

"Well you did a bang up job!" said Kyle with some sarcasam.

Just then like clockwork, the school bus came rumbling in. They hopped on and went to school. It was the same old at school. Except there was even more at the school over the murder. There was not only posters of the reward pasted all over the school. But also it was the hot topic among the students. From kindergarden to 6th. Everyone was talking about it. Also was Kenny and the brutal assault. Stan, Kyle, and Cartman all wished this day would fly past. But it dragged on and on and on...

We now see the 4th grade in their seats in Mrs. Garrisons class. He was rambling on and on about a subject found on VH1, not in a textbook. We now see Stan, Kyle, and Cartman staring at the board, pretending to be paying attention, but are actually in deep thought.

"What have I done?" thought Kyle "I killed somebody, I need to find a way out. I need to find the exit. Oh my god! Where the hell is it!"

"They know! They all know!" thought Cartman "I have to make sure that Kenny dosen't say a word. I feel like I gotta kill somebody! Damn! Not feel. Have to"

"I can't take it no more!" thought Stan "I gotta give it up. I just got to"

The day kept on dragging on and on. But then all of a sudden. Relief.

RING!

It was the school bell. At that moment, the whole school ran out in a stampede. But at the tail end once again was Stan, Kyle, and Cartman. Just as they was about to part there seperate ways. Principle Victoria yelled out of the door towards them.

"STAN, KYLE, CARTMAN! YOUR PARENTS SAID YOU ALL GO TO CARTMAN'S HOUSE!" yelled the Principle.

Just then, they all stopped in their tracks and gave each other looks. Why would they want them to all go to Cartman's? It was very odd for them to do something like that. But they just shrugged it off and went towards Cartman's house.

When they got there they was starting to get worried. They saw the cop car outside in the driveway. They walked with caution. They went inside and saw a horrible sight. They saw all there parents there and Officer Barbrady.

"Hey there boys, come on in" said Randy.

"What's... going on?" asked Kyle.

"Nothing just some questions for you about Kenny..." said the Officer "and maybe Craig Nommel"

"Just sit down okay" said Kyle's mother, Shiela.

With that they got some chairs from the Kitchen and sat down. Officer Barbrady took a deep breath and started to grill, I mean question the kids.

"Number 1!" said Officer Barbrady now with a flashlight in there faces "Where was you at on Monday at about 3:00!"

"Um, um" studdered Cartman

"Um is not an answer, damnit!" yelled Barbrady.

"We was walking home!" said Cartman.

"Oh really?" replied Officer Barbrady.

"Yea, we was walking home" said Stan.

"Well what took you so long?" said Barbrady.

"We was screwing around" said Kyle.

"Where!" yelled the Officer

"At the alley! Look we don't have nothing to do with that!" said a now sobbing Stan.

"Well I was only checking, Jesus. Don't get all emotional" said Officer Barbrady "Look, well all I have to say is do you know about Kenny McCormick's assult?"

"No. Absolutly nothing" said Cartman "Not a thing"

"Oh! Okay well i'll be off..."said the Officer until his cell phone rang.

RING!

RING!

RING!

"Well who could this be?"

He then pulled the black cell phone out of his pocket, flipped it up and started to talk.

"Oh, hi doctor... Yes... Oh my... Alright, i'll tell them... His parents already know... Alright, bye"

He then hung up the cell phone and slipped it back into his pocket.

"I have some bad news" said the Officer.

Everyone then just stared at him. Waiting for the answer. What had happen to poor ol' Kenny?

"Kenny... died about an hour ago" said Barbrady.

The parents gave each other looks of sorrow and sadness. But the boys gave each other looks of worriness and fear. He is actually dead. And this time, he's not coming back...

"Oh my goodness" said Cartman's mother Liane "That's so horrible. That's just so horrible"

"Um, Officer. Can I talk to you in private?" said Liane

"Oh sure you can!" said Barbrady.

With that Liane and Officer Barbrady left the room and went into her bedroom. They started to hear some bangs against the wall. But they just tried to ignore it. The parents then started to leave and get there kids home. They was then concerned with a conversation about how to help the McCormicks. But they didn't notice that the kids all had blank stares. They didn't realize that the last thread of sanity was just cut. It was the end. And nobody didn't even know. Until it was too late...

It was bedtime. About 8:00. All of the boys were in there respective beds at their homes. With a day like this, they should have been asleep. But they didn't go to sleep. They just was looking up at their ceilings. Thinking. Thinking bad, bad thoughts.

"I can't take it no more" thought Stan.

"I gotta find that exit button" thought Kyle.

"I'm tired of this bullshit. I am tired" thought Cartman.

This would be a very eventful early Friday morning...

FRIDAY: AT LEAST GO WITH DIGNITY

It was about 3:00 in the morning and Stan still didn't sleep. He was up. Thinking.

"I can't take this no more" he thought.

He kept on thinking that. He has not only shot somebody, but let Cartman kill is friend. All in the same week. He has had enough...

"Enough is enough" he said.

He then got up out of the bed and put on his blue puffball hat, his socks and shoes, and a jacket that was in his room and opened the window. He climbed on a limb near his window and shimmy down the trunk of the tree and started to walk.

While he was walking down his street, he saw how beautiful the town was when it was dark. There was a half-moon out and it was reflected all over the snow. It reflected over everything. Most importantly on the water. He finally knew where to go... Stark's Pond.

He reached the small bridge running over some of the somewhat deep pond. He was looking at his own reflection off the water. He was just looking. But what he saw was not him. It was him but there was something different. He was wearing a prison uniform. He had cuffs on his hands. He had some hair all over his chin. ut he was holding a gun. A Smith & Wesson. This is what he is. A murderer, a monster. He could not do no more damage. He then took a deep breath and he jumped. He fell about a couple of feet and hit the water. He was knocked out right there. He had hit his head on large bedrock that part of the pond was only 3 feet deep. He was laying face down on the rock...

Meanwhile. Over at Kyle's house he was laying in his bed looking up at the ceiling. Thinking.

"No more. Forget this. I'm leaving" he thought.

He then thought about a can of paint thinners downstairs. The paint thinners under the sink in the kitchen.

"I'm leaving" he said.

He then got up and tip-toed downstairs ot the kitchen. He went under the sink and found SUPERTOOL Paint Thinner. He brought the can back upstairs and layed it next to the bed. He then put back on his hat. Because he could not stand his so-called 'Jew-Fro'. He then opened it up. It smelt horrible. He then looked at the gooey substance, not realizing that his little brother, Ike was watching him from the door. Kyle then took a large sniff. His eyes glared up. His vision was starting to grow black. He then fell back onto the bed and had a blank non-alive look. His brother then joined in. He took a sniff and also fell, but fell on the floor. His eyes glared just like his big brother's...

Meanwhile. Over at Cartman' house he was laying in his bed looking up at the ceiling. Thinking.

"I'm sick and tired of this bullshit" he thought.

He then became enraged.

"I'm tired of this SHIT!" he yelled.

He then hopped up out of his bed and started to rampage all over his room. He threw everything on the floor. Torn up posters, stepped on coutless bags of Chessy Poofs. He torn up everything he saw. He ripped up his papers for school, smashed his pictures and trashed his computer. He was recking the place he called home. But then he was stopped by a sound. A meow. It was his cat, Kitty. He had came in.

MEOW.

"Not now Kitty" said Cartman.

MEOW?

"I SAID NOT NOW!" yelled Cartman.

He then grabbed his cat by the neck and start to strangle him. He bashed him on the floor and walls. After a few seconds, he let go of Kitty. The cat just fell out of his hands and was limp on the floor. Cartman then started to become even more enraged. He opened his window and climbed up to his roof. He didn't even feel the cold because he was so angry. He then looked at the other houses and yelled at the top of his lungs.

"I'M TIRED OF THIS, SOUTH PARK! NO MORE! I'M GOING TO MAKE THIS RIGHT! YOU HEAR ME! I SAID..."

As he was trying to move he slipped and fell off his roof and landed square on his barbeque and bounced onto the backyard. He was knocked out, cold. He was also all bloody. It was such a sad, sad sight...