Chapter Sixteen
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"What is your problem fatass!".
"I don't know what your talking about... and I'm not fat you fucking Jew piece of crap!". With an angry snarl Kyle edged ever closer to the enraged kid in front of him.
"Look. If you want to be a big a big dick to everyone then you can go play on your own".
"Yeah Cartman", Stan agreed as he came to stand by Kyle's side in agreement.
"Fine. Screw you guys", He sighed angrily. He wasn't sure what he was going to do, but he was angry and too stubborn to admit he had been a bit harsh earlier when he had sent Nathan home. But Cartman was the Wizard King, and he was allowed to be like that. It was his right. It was his responsibility. Acting like a tyrant was one of the privileges of being king. Thinking of an idea, he let a smug smirk fall onto his fat face. "The pacts off".
"W-w-what?", Jimmy gasped shocked.
"W-Why?", Token stuttered as he rushed towards the trio to get more information.
"What are you thinking Cartman?", Craig then added as he nonchalantly made his way over. "They almost wiped us out before we agreed to have this pact".
"Shut up Craig. Fucking Asshole!", Cartman spat. He needed to concentrate, and Craig's voice was preventing him from doing so.
"Th-They -ACK- only won be-because they had the stick -GAH- and d-douchebag", Tweek reasoned. Craig gave him a shrug in reply, but made sure to add a small smile so that the blonde wouldn't begin to panic over something stupid his mind would inevitably make up. When Cartman looked up, he noticed Kyle and Stan staring back at him smugly. Now that had driven him over the edge. He could deal with Stan being smug... but Kyle? No way. No way Cartman was going to let that dirty little Jew have the last laugh.
"Well Jew... Looks like we outnumber you". Realising this, both Kyle and Stan's face dropped. It was true. Everyone else that had previously played the game had soon grown tired of it and had given up playing it. The only people still playing the game were the people that were currently in Cartman's garden and that devil worshiping kid who was constantly harassing Pip. That meant that on the Human side, there would be Cartman, Kenny, Tweek, Craig, Token, Butters and Damien, (if he wasn't too busy setting Pip on fire). Meaning only Kyle, Stan and Jimmy would be on the elves side. If this was the case, then the elves would undoubtedly fail. Kyle wasn't one to give in too pressure though. He had strong-willed Jersey blood in him, and he wouldn't give Cartman the chance to even feel one step above him.
"C'mon Stan. Jimmy. We've got plans to make". Stan and Jimmy looked at Kyle cautiously before reluctantly following him. They felt like they were walking to their death... and Cartman knew it. Before the smile could get too big, Kenny pushed past him to join his three friends. The orange-parka wearing boy could only laugh when he took in Cartman's face of total betrayal and annoyance. This was going to be fun.
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"Get out of here rummy!", the bartender shouted as he forcibly threw our favourite murderer out of his pub. After two hours of drinking, and drinking, and drinking... He was happily embarrassing himself by being the most clumsiest person in the entire existence of Skeeter's bar. Not only had he ruined the furniture and bar stools of the bar, he had also managed to scare away the entirety of the customers at the bar. This had resulted in the booting from the pub that he was now receiving. "...And stay out!", Skeeter shouted loudly before sauntering back into the pub both red-faced and angry. During his two hour drinking session he had managed to come up with some plan on how to finally get his revenge on those glory hogging fourth grader bastards. He was going to make them suffer. He was going to make his mother proud. With a bubbly giddy smile, he clambered to his feet and began drunkenly traversing the town.
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"What are we going to do Kyle?", Stan asked as he paced around Kyle's back garden nervously.
"Yeah we're i-in for a r-real a-ass whooping", Jimmy added as if Kyle didn't already know that. Kyle frowned in deep concentration.
"We'll have to recruit people. Fast", he muttered out defeatedly. He wished to himself that he didn't let himself get into these sort of situations. The situations in which he set himself up, just do Cartman could knock him down and laugh... and laugh... and laugh. Cartman would not let Kyle hear the end of this. He needed to act quickly. He needed as much help as he could possibly get.
"Jimmy; See if you can recruit Timmy and the third graders. Stan; You try the vampire kids and the girls. I bet Wendy will help you or something". Stan nodded at his friend's request. "Kenny, you can try to recruit Damien to our side. If he declines just try to persuade him to drop out of the game altogether. Oh. If you find Nathan, tell him he's welcome on our side too!". This time Kenny nodded. "I'll go and speak to Ike and see whether or not he can get his friends on our side like last time". With that said, the Elven kingdom's plan began to play out.
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Swinging my plastic blade around tiredly, I let out a yawn. I had walked back to the park as I didn't really want to go back home. If I did go back home, that would result in my mom asking why I wasn't playing out with my mates. If I told her I got banned from a game, she would have a total bitch-fit and basically it would be mommy-war. If that wasn't bad enough, my dad would try to lighten my day by deciding to take me fishing like he always did. I hated fishing. I hated fish. To make my day worse, I couldn't even sit on the slide and let gravity pull me down. A bunch of older boys smoking cigarettes and riding around on bikes had claimed it as some of their own territory and there was no way I was going to challenge them for it. Sighing, I sat down on the park bench. Before I could get too comfortable, someone had begun to shake their hand in my face. Looking up, my eyes clashed with Red's and Almost instantly my day didn't feel that bad anymore.
"Hello Nay!", she sang as she plopped herself down next to me.
"Hey", I replied as my face reddened at the use of my nickname.
"I thought you were with the boys?", she asked suddenly when she noticed the plastic weapon in my lap.
"I.. err...".
"Cartman?", she asked noticing my flustered and embarrassed stuttering. I nodded dumbly.
"How did you guess?".
"Well... When isn't Cartman upsetting people?". I let out a chuckle at this. "So what game was you playing?", she asked as she took my hand in hers. She gave my hand a tight squeeze as she awaited my answer.
"I'm not even sure...", I replied while squeezing her hand back. "I didn't get that far into the game", I finished with an unimpressed sigh. Noticing my lowered demeanor she gave me a reassuring smile, before an idea of some sort lit her face up.
"I know! You can play that game with me!". I gave her an unsure look which resulted in her asking me 'What?'.
"You're a girl...". She nodded slowly, obviously not understanding what I was getting at. "Girls don't play weapon games with boys. Heck, Girls don't play weapon games at all". At hearing this she gave me a playful shove.
"Well we can start today", she chuckled. I liked her chuckle. It was sweet and cute... if chuckles can be cute? I mean. No. I'm a boy. I don't find anything cute. Except for Red. Yeah. Except for Red. "Well? Do you want to play or not?", she asked again in a slightly more serious tone. Shaking myself from my thoughts, I gave her a grateful smile.
"Do you even know how to play?". At this, she shook her head.
"Teach me".
"I- I don't know either...", I admitted blushing. She tittered lightly at this.
"Well let's just ask them how to play", she offered as she stood up from the bench. She was trying to pull me up as well through the use of our still linked hands but I was making sure I didn't budge.
"I'm not asking Cartman for help", I stated blankly. She let out a small breath of frustration at this.
"Well do you know anyone else to ask". I paused in thought, before looking at her with a wide smile.
"In fact I do!. Red... Do you know who Dovakhin is?".
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Kenny let out an aggravated noise of some sort from underneath his parka as he exited the City Wok. The City Wok was a Chinese buffet-styled restaurant which was surprisingly, the most common eating ground of Damien. Unfortunately, as fate would have it, today was the only day that the devil-spawn was not sat in the establishment. That meant that Kenny had wasted a lot of time and effort for nothing. He guessed that the next best thing to do would be to look for Nathan... however Kenny had no idea where the red-head would be, or where he lived for that matter. Oh this was going to be so annoying. Why couldn't Kyle give him people to recruit that didn't involve playing a town-sized version of hide and seek. This was stupid. Why coul- Before Kenny could finish his thought, a metal object of some sort smashed against his head. Maybe Cartman had found him and was using some enchanted wea- Again the object collided with his head... and again... and again... and again. It was repeated over and over. Repeated until Kenny blacked out. Repeated until his teeth had been knocked from their rightful place in his mouth. Repeated until Kenny's blood began to run from his skin. Repeated until Kenny's body could no longer stand the physical trauma it was being put through. Repeated until Kenny was no more. Without even being given the chance to realise what was happening, Kenny had become our favourite murderer's first victim. Beaten to death in clouded daylight. How no one had seen the attack only God could know. But our favourite drunken murderer had apparently gotten lucky. No cops. No eye-witnesses. No anything. Just him, a rusty pipe and the corpse of a boy sprawled out on the floor.
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Chapter Sixteen... The story is going to get a little diverse over the next couple of chapters... Diverse because a whole load of shit is going to be happening, and this is going to get crazy to write, why am I doing this to myself? But yeah... Kenny's dead. WHO DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING!? I know, I know Kenny can come back from the dead in the show, and without spoiling too much I plan to take that into account... sort of.
Thanks to Cortez30 for the review, and the advice! I think it's the fact that I've got revision to do that's draining my energy because I couldn't bring myself to even begin the one-off chapters. I've planned some of them out, but I just couldn't write them. I'll get them written some time in the future though so it's not that bad. Thanks again though dude!
Disclaimer; North City Isn't mine. I'm not sure why I mentioned that. I should probably mention instead, that South Park isn't mine.