I am dearly sorry about how short and bad this chapter is. For the two weeks I'm going on vacation to France. I wanted to get the chapter out there before my trip. The next chapter will be out there sometime in the second week of July. As I said this chapter is short and very poorly written. I'll update it as soon as possible.

CARTMAN

There was a long pause of silence. Too long for someone to make the simple move to leave. I watched carefully for Kyle's move. I cursed myself for getting mad. With him staring blankly, I couldn't tell if he was okay or not. Though I wasn't going to ask. Especially after almost stating my secret.

As you probably guessed, my secret is that I more than just cared for Kyle. Under the rude Jewish shell, there was a good person. I've seen him with his friends, even with Stan that he abandoned. He had once even cared for me. Maybe not as much as I do him, but he did care. Or at least I think he cared.

Now, he probably found out what he is to me. Of course he hates me (even more now), but it doesn't stop me from liking his lashes that outline his green eyes. Or his smile he never gave to me and never will. Or his red cheeks glowing on his pale face in the cold. Or his perfect pink lips I will never feel. Even his Jew nose was cute. The thing is, I love Kyle. Even when he shows his hatred to me, I still keep trying. There was a slight chance that he was gay.

Then of course things go wrong. Kyle snapped out of his trance and steps to my right. After he stepped I remembered the something that put him in danger and yelled his name, "Kyle!" Yet I was too late. I reached for him when he fell (which was horrifying since there wasn't a reason for him to fall), but only tore off a piece of his shirt. He fell straight into the pile of glass shards.

His eyes closed right before he smashed his head in the glass. He was cut from thigh up. The weird part was that he didn't trip on anything when he fell, and he landed in a perfect position. It doesn't take as genius to tell that this was a set up.

"Hah," Said a voice behind me. That little basterd of an angle. "You will never win at this game. Just give up already. You can't do anything without someone else's help." When I looked behind me, no one was there. I shuffled around for my phone, but of course it was swatted out of my hand and turned to more broken glass.

"You must tell me how to make him better, you... ugh!" I knew she'll never help me if I called her a fucking bitch, so I decided to keep that part to myself.

"Pfft, who told me to play this fairly. As I told you, give up." She sang, her voice coming from all directions.

I simply picked up the limp Jew and a piece of glass and said, "If that's the case, then I won't either." I threw the knife the place where I thought she was, and lucky me it hit her kalf. She screamed in pain, gold blood poured out of her wound, staining the carpet floor. The shard stuck in her kalf like a splinter. Fate took the shard out and yelped. She muttered some words and it began to heal just like that. I felt even more helpless and jealous. Then she vanished again and it all went silent. Though I knew she was watching.

Kyle was limply carried to the master bed room. I sat beside him and raced my fingers through my hair. What was I supposed to do? I was no doctor. I had no phone. I was helpless. Even more so with my wound. I could hear fate's soft chuckling in my head. God I hated that woman.

Give some God's blood to drink. a voice recommended in my head. It wasn't Fate. The voice was softer, but just as much ass it was familiar. Though I couldn't quite make it out.

Though I had bigger problems to deal with. God's blood, god's blood. Wasn't it substituted with wine? I quickly rushed down stairs to the wine cellar. I picked up any old bottle and rushed up stairs. On the way up, gold blood was stained on the floor. It must be Fate's I thought, but still I had to get the wine up stairs.

I forced some wine down Kyle's throat. Nothing happened. He was still limp as if he was dead.

"No stupid. I mean Fates blood. That will grant him life once more." The angle said. I was so confused. "And by the way, wine is a the sub for Jesus's blood."

I wanted to say good to know, but I didn't have the time. Rushing down stairs, I took the glass shard with the gold blood. When I got back up I wiped off some of the thick liquid. The golden blood was put on Kyle's bottom lip where it slowly trickeled down his throat. He grunted and coughed up blood (not golden blood). He was alive. Not the best condition, but alive.