Wow…I know I haven't updated this in awhile, but I was kind of losing interest after Season 12's repeated history of sucking. NO, not the perverted way of sucking!
But now that Obama's president and I'm done partying, things can change. I can finally update this thing. xD
& BTW, I just looked back at the previous chapters and realized how badly written they are. Heheh…I'll try to use my new-found literature skills to expand on that if it's the last thing I—whatever, commence the story!
The days agonizingly progressed into months, with Kyle being officially pronounced as deceased. Kyle was getting weaker, losing his self-confidence as Cartman took control whenever possible. In fact, it even got to a point where Kyle had given up. But Cartman was not going to let that happen, not in a million years…
It was a Friday night, and instead of working on a Spanish report, Cartman was spending his night torturing Kyle once again. The poor Jew simply laid there, his shameful naked body taking it in. He had grown skinny and malnourished from Cartman's poor feeding, his wrists almost small enough to slip the handcuffs off. But Kyle wasn't desperate enough take the risk of starving to escape.
His hair had grown a full two inches. Kyle knew that because his curls now flowed down to his shoulders. Cartman wouldn't stop playing around with them and mentioning them whenever he could.
"Dammit, you son of a bitch! Fight back!" Cartman yelled as he punched Kyle's cowering body in the gut. "It's not fun if you're just fucking accepting it! What the hell, Kahl? Where's your spirit?"
The defiant boy coughed from the blow, a little blood dripping from his mouth as he sat there. He averted his eyes as he weakly sputtered. "I'm…I'm not going to resist this anymore."
The pudgy teen looked bewildered at the red-headed boy, frozen for a second to take in the words. Cartman knew how strong Kyle was mentally, but didn't think his spirit would break so easily. True, months of torture could completely change someone. But not Kyle. He wasn't supposed to succumb so quickly. In fact, it was his sense of self enthusiasm and attitude that first attracted Cartman. Kyle had vigor, empathy, and a conscious, everything Cartman lacked. Eric strived on bringing Kyle down, but not to the point where he wasn't even Kyle anymore. Without Kyle, there was no Cartman.
Frustrated, the hefty boy grabbed Kyle firmly by the shoulders, nails digging deep into the skin. "Don't you ever say anything like that again! You hear me?" As he bellowed those words, he shook Kyle's fragile body with so much excessive force that he could've broken Kyle's spine. Kyle's head banged loudly against the wall until blood began to stain his hair.
As Cartman calmed to a stopping point, Kyle cringed, pinned against the wall and head aching in so much pain and confusion. "I…I'm weak…And you're the all powerful Eric Cartman...You finally beat me…So there. I'm not dealing with this anymore."
Cartman wasn't sure of how to feel at that point. He loved Kyle's confession just as much as he hated it. His massive ego wasn't going to let anyone defy against him, but then again, the Jew was finally giving in.
"You sneaky Jew! Trying to be a smart ass and defy me while giving up at the same time. Well let's put this new attitude of yours to the test." Cartman abruptly let go of his hold on Kyle, causing him to collapse to the wooden floor in a heap.
Kyle gasped as he recovered from the fall. "W-What? What do you mean?"
Cartman smirked as he turned and began walking away. "Let's play Family Guy. I'm Lois, the mom. Ignore the gender differences. And you, you're Stewie, the little Jew rat baby. Well I'm gonna go on vacation for awhile with the retarded dad. So then the little baby who thought he was a genius is left all alone to cry for mommy's love. How about that?"
Kyle tilted his head to the side in puzzlement. "You're not going to neglect me, aren't you? You can't just do that! And I thought you hate Family Guy!"
Cartman took one last quick glance with an expression of sweet victory on his face before opening the door of the attic.
"Well, I do, but Stan was just telling me about the new episode because he knows how much I hate it."
Kyle's eyes widened as he said that, throwing his thoughts back into the outside world, and how everyone must miss him. How Stan must miss him. Kyle just stared blankly at the wall, not even noticing the bulky teenager slowly walked out. But once Cartman locked the door, it snapped Kyle back into the real life situation, bringing anger.
Kyle screamed at him as loud as he could, banging his cuffs against the cold floor. "Arghhh!! God Dammit!! I hate you!!!"
As Cartman slowly climbed down the ladder back into the main hallway, he snickered quietly to himself, "Nice try, Jew. I knew you hadn't really given up the fight. You still hate me, and I love it. But you still have to pay the price for that. I can't let you come off easy from respecting me."
"Poopsie-kins?" Mrs. Cartman spoke with a puzzled tone, peeking from the stairs. "Who are you talking to?"
Cartman grew wide-eyed, taken off guard by the sudden interruption. "I-I was just talking to myself about the..er…Jew report in History class. Have to plan that out…"
"Okay, hun," the mother said in her sweet voice, concerned. "But you've been spending a lot of time upstairs. You should go out and socialize. I know your friend Kyle is dead, but--"
"Goddammit, Mom! Just let me do what I want, and get the fuck off my back!" Cartman blurted out mindlessly, getting pissed at his mother's constant curiosity of his life.
Mrs. Cartman's expression of concern did not change for she was used to his son's attitude. "Eric, sweetie. You have to calm down and tell Mommy what's on your mind." She stepped up the remaining stairs and stood in front of her son.
Cartman always had a clichéd back-up plan to make the suspicion on him seem unreachable. And so he went with it. "It's just…school. You know, homework and peer pressure. People always making fun of me for being fat. And…well…let's just say you're not the greatest mom in the world…" Cartman smirked on the inside as he used every clichéd response possible. Blaming the person accusing always gets him what he wants.
"What do you mean, Poosie-kins? What did Mommy do? I've always given you all the things you wanted!" Eric's mother was starting to tear up, buying every word of it.
The teenager began to shed tears as well. "True, b-but you never gave me the love every kid gets from their parents. No quality time, j-just material possessions…"
"Aww, Sweetie. Why didn't you tell me this before? Ohh, I'm so sorry, hun," she said as she started bawling and gave him a big, suffocating hug.
As she hugged him, he stood there with an evil smile, always the victor. He would've laughed if it didn't give him away.
Still shedding tears of lies, he stuttered, "S-So now do you understand?"
"I sure do, Eric," she said, voice cracking from crying. "Starting tomorrow, everything's going to change! We're going on a Mother-Son camping trip! That way, we'll have all the quality time we need for the whole weekend!"
"Really? Thanks, Mom!" Eric did his innocent smile, but then had a sudden look of shock as he realized what she said to him. "Wait, what?!"
"Camping tomorrow! It'll be all the fun you've ever wanted, dear!" She smiled in excitement. "Plus, this could really add character to the both of us. So pack your things!"
"What?! I-I can't go camping! I have a—uh—test to study for! Lots and lost of tests on Monday!" Eric started to have a panic attack.
Lianne just continued smiling at him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I know it's so sudden, but if you said you want quality time, then you'll get it. And besides, you can do all that studying tonight. That way, you won't have to worry about it on our trip!"
Eric cringed at her smile and sudden change in heart. "I—I was just kidding! I don't need quality time!"
"Oh, don't try to get defensive now, Eric," the mother said with a light laugh. "Now go pack your stuff."
Cartman swore under his breath, regretting of ever thinking of that stupid backup plan. He quickly whirled around and stormed to his room, shutting the door.
"What the hell is wrong with her!? Is she on her period or something?! Goddammit! I'm so fucked now! I wasn't really going to abandon Kyle like this. Shit." He paced back and forth, stepping over all the clothes and random food on the carpet, trying to think of how to evade this disaster. "But then again, a little punishment for his actions should be good…"
After spending most of the night in serious thought, he made up his mind. He would go on this trip, leaving Kyle to stay on a 2-day time out. It probably would be better for the both of them, anyways. Cartman sighed as he plopped onto the bed, imagining what Kyle could be doing in the attic while he was gone. Screaming, begging for his forgiveness? Cartman smiled at the thought, then stood up and began packing, the first thing in his bag being a photo of Kyle.
Cartman's mom is too busy PMSing to notice Cartman's HIDE-THE-JEW Plan! xD And I think Cartman's going through some gay PMSing too. Lol.
And guess where they're going camping! :D PERU!! Haha, jk.
Cartman's such a sexual sadist, wanting Kyle to hate him while he's fucking him. xD
10 bucks for whoever guesses this:
How long will Kyle last without Cartman while he's camping? xD