Kyle stared down at the gun.. pressing his fingers along the dark lining of the edges.
'This is crazy' he mused to himself.
'How could I even concider doing this?'
Kyle sighed, still touching the linings of the triger to the front where it shoots.
Maybe he was Crazy for thinking of doing something like this..
But he didnt even know who he was anymore.
Sense Cartman wasent in his life anymore, he felt so hollow. He knew his family loved him, and he allways had Stan and Kenny.
But with Cartman gone.. there's allways something missing. A big part of him, he loved him to the depths of it heart that he hated that he loved him
so much. Kyle grippened his right on the ledge of the gun.
'It was all his fault..' he thought to himself. The rain poured down hard on the rooftop of his house.
It was 3:02 AM on a Thursday morning. Kyle closed his eyes, he still couldnt believe he was possibly concidering doing this.
Kyle got up and toke the box out from his closet, putting the fun back inside, covering it with a blanket and stuffed it back on the top of his shelf in his closet.
Maybe in the morning he could think straight he thought.. Kyle snuggled himself back into his blankets and found himself looking at his now closed closet.
Knowing the gun was inside.. He could hear his heartbeat though his ears. For some reason, he had a feeling he was really going to do it.
(2 hours later..)
Cartman rolled his eyes covering his blankets and pillow over his head as his alarm clock went off. he groaned then threw the alarm clock against the wall.
That's the fith clock he's broken already. Cartman let out a frustrated sigh remaining inside the blanket.
His head felt like it was throbbing and beating inside his head. Another hang over. Great.
"Junior.."
Cartman heard Rick's voice comming from downstairs,
"JUNIOR GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!" Rick raised his voice.
Cartman winced at the change of tone, but obeyed.
Cartman learned he no longer cared to which person has athority when it comes to rick.. All he cared about was not getting hit.
Cartman sleepily dragged himself out of bed, still half asleep and slumped his way down the steps.
Cartman heard Rick pouring cofee but didnt look up to him.
"Eric, you mind goin to the store and gettin me some derittos?" Cartman looked up to him, marking rick's eye.
Ricks tone sounded more like a warning then a question.
Cartman looked to the door, then back at him, "Uh no.. I gotta get to school" he said quickly, hopeing that would cut it.
RIck frowned, "Then The fuck you doin still sleepin boy?!" Rick gave Cartman a hard push on the back to the door.
"Get to school then" Cartman didnt hesistate to comply, he was already out the door.
Cartman realized he didnt change.. oh well. he didnt care much anyway.
He got inside his rental car and started it up.
"- - So I dont know what would work better" Stan went on talking to Kyle in the hallway.
"Like, if a girl says she doesnt want anything for her birthday, does she mean it, or just expect you to get something anyway?"
Kyle glanced at him as he opened his locker, "Dont ask me dude, I'm not into girls"
Stan turned dumbfounded,. "Oh.. right"
"Ask Kenny" Kyle said, searching for his lab homework in his locker.
Stan frowned and crinkled his nose, "Nah, he'll just say no. he's never been in a serrious relashionship before and its.."
Stan paused, "Kenny"
Kyle nodded, "Gotta point there." Speak of the devil, Kenny comes up behind them.
"Hey guys" he smiled. "Hey Kenny" they both replie.
"Whacha guys doin?" Kyle shrugged, "Stan wants to know if a girl says she doesnt want anything for her birthday if they mean it,
Or if they'll get all pissed off it you dont really get one"
Kenny smirked, "Dont get her one. Save your cash"
Stan frowned, "Yeah But maybe Wendy really wants me to get her a gift?"
Kenny weared his eyebrow in confussion, "Then why would she say she didnt want one?"
"Cause girls are weird" Stan rolled his eyes.
Kyle laughed as he slamed his locker shut, "Glad their not my type"
Kenny smiled, "Oh yea, By the way, Cart- OW!" Kenny frowned, being nudged in the stomach by Stan.
Stan glared at him, Kenny promised he wouldnt mention the name 'Cartman' with Kyle around.
Kenny remembered this then widdened his eyes, he glanced to Stan, "Sorry"
"S-Sorry about what? WHat were you going to say?"
"Oh.. nothing" Kenny said, looking around akwardly. Kyle frowned, "No Kenny, what were you going to say?!"
RIIIIING
Stan let out a sigh of relief as the first bell rang. "Come on guys, first class."
They started walking again, "No Kenny, what was it?!" Kyle went on trying to get it out of Kenny.
"Nothing, forget it" Kenny nodded his head. Kyle continued to try talking Kenny into telling him what he was going to say but Kenny still refused.
Kyle rolled his eyes, "Come on, it cant be that bad as.." Kyle stopped talking and froze to the spot.
Kyle gasped seeing Cartman a few feet away from him, leaning against the locker looking down. Cartman obviously didnt know he was there.
Kyle gulped, seeing Stan and Kenny look from Cartman to Kyle in complete silence, It wasent long before Stan tugged on his arm,
"Come on dude, Lets go this way" Stan pulled him in the opposite dirrection.
Kyle couldnt get his eyes off him.. He looked so hollow. So empty. Just standing there looking down like that, as if he was alive but dead.
Kyle gulped then finnaly tore his eyes away from Cartman and continued walking with Stan down the hall.
Kenny wasent around anymore.. Kyle figgured Kenny went to go talk to Cartman.
Kyle breathed out. Its a weird feeling.. seeing someone when you used to look at them you felt happiness, joy, lust and wanted.
But then later in life when you look at the same face, you feel nothing but pure pain and distant wanting memorys of what used to be.
Kyle shoke his head feeling Stan place his hand on Kyle's back, "It's Ok Kyle, you dont have any classes with him today, remember?"
"Yeah" Kyle said quietly looking down.
The day went by faster then usual.. the only hard part was avoiding Cartman all day.
Kyle noticed Cartman tended to try and avoid HIM most of the time but today he was just.. out of it.
'He's drinking again' Kyle rolled his eyes at the thought.
"There you go Stanly! Good Aim!" Jimbo yelled from accross the yard.
Kyle sat on the stool with his head in his chin in his hands. He's been here for three hours watching Stan shooting Targets.
He was acctually doing better then yesterday.
"Launch!" Jimbo ordered and Stan shot it off with a big KABOOM!
"There you go sonny! Your doin it just like your father did a few years back when he did the contest"
"My dad did the contest!?"
"Sure he did, well when you guys were little weaklings we used to do it every year. but sense his geologist studys have come
a lot more buzy lately me and Ned figgured we'd bring you."
"Thanks uncle Jimbo" Stan smiled.
Jimbo nodded in welcoming, Jimbo looked over to Kyle, "Hey Kyle, wanna take a few shots?!"
Kyle blinked not sure if he caught that right.
"Me?!" he put his hands to his chest.
"WHy sure you, your in the contest with us too arnt yea sonny?!"
Kyle slowly got up from the stool and started walking to the yard, Jimbo smiled and held out
a M4 six thosand. Kyle aimed it for the red circle and dot in the middle.
"Ok, just like I showed you yesterday" jimbo nstructed.
Kyle closed one eye and pictured the red dot into a face like figgure..
"Thats right, hold up your elbow now" Jimbo said, Kyle did so.
"Now, FIRE!" Kyle pulled the trigger and the bullet went flying into the air and landed next to the black dot.
"There ya go! A natural hunter!" Jimbo gave Kyle a hard pat on the back.
Kyle smiled at the compliment, "Now just a few more shots then lets go out to lunch"
Kyle felt himself acctually rocking back and forth on his bed.
He didnt know what had gotten into himself.. he tried convincing himself out of this.. theres no way he could do this.
Kyle closed his eyes, he knew he must have gone completely insane.
Kyle kept rocking concidering better options to help the problem but he knew there was no other option.
Nothing was ever the fucking same! He actually asked himself how he's suppose to continue living like this!
Without Cartman.. nothing's fun anymore.. whats the point of living? Kyle cant feel Cartman's arm around him anymore, couldnt look into his dark brown eyes,
Kyle concidered If Cartman even felt the same at all.. or maybe he didnt even care! Kyle shoke his head touching his forhead, he hated his brain.
He over- thought things too much.
Kyle slowly went to the closet opening it up.
'There is no other way..' his mind went on.
'I have to do this.'
Kyle reached up for the box takeing it down, he flung it open and toke out the gun quickly putting it into his black bag, and headed for the door.
Kyle realized what he was doing could get him locked up for life, but he didnt care.
Better him then Cartman having to go through this the rest of his life.
Kyle swung open the door and ran down the steps, "Oh bubby, where are you off too?" his mom asked.
Kyle froze hearing the sound of his mothers vouce, he quickly turned to her, "Oh um. Stan's house.. Yeah, I'm gunna check out that new game he got."
"Oh. Thats nice bubbula." Shelia said, looking back down the the dish of food she was makeing, "Be back before nine Kyle, dinners ready."
"Right." Kyle said quickly and headed for the door.
"Oh, and Kyle?" Kyle frowned and turned to him mom growing impateint, he wanted to do this before he changed his mind.
"What's in that black bag you have there?" she asked. Kyle felt his heart drop down to the pitch of his stomach, "Um.."
He began, feeling nervous as ever. "Oh, the second controller, Stan lost his so I'm bringing over mine."
"Oh." Shelia shrugged, "Ok Bubby"
Kyle smiled and rushed his way out the door before his mom called him back for something else. He slammed the door and started walking down the icy sidewalk, feeling
the cold hit his face. He pulled his green hat tighter onto his head. He could feel his heart beating through his ears, His concious told him to turn back and not do it, just
turn back now and stop it from happening, so he wont regreat it later. But he frowned and stayed determained. He didnt care what would happen to him, he was doing this.
"Kyle?"
Kyle looked up and saw Stan standing accross from him,
"Oh, Hey stan"
"Where are you going?"
"Um.." Kyle looked uncomfortable left and right.
Stan raised his eyebrow in suspicioun, Kyle got nervous and blurted out, "Kennys!"
Stan's eyebrow remained raised, "Kenny's house is that way" he said, pointing in the other dirrection."
"Uh.. yeah, but I was takeing a short cut."
Stan frowned, "A short cut huh?"
Kyle wanted to kick himself the moment it slipped from his mouth, there is no fucking short cut this way to Kenny's house!
Why the hell did he say that?!
Stan glanced behind him seeing the black bag from over his shoulders, his suspicion grew stronger.
"What's in the bag?"
Kyle's eyes widdened, "Uh.. um, no-nothing" he studdered.
Stan frowned and put his hands in his pocket, "Whats in the bag Kyle?" he asked firmly.
"Damn it Stan I said nothing!" Kyle yelled.
"Then let me see!" Stan held out his hand. "No!" Kyle turned his back.
Stan sighed, "Kyle.." he said in a warning tone.
Kyle looked up and sighed also as he slowly got the back off his shoulders and held it infront of him.
Stan opened the bag and the second he saw whats inside he jumped with eyes widdened and gasped,
"KYLE, YOU HAVE A GUN?!"
Kyle yanked the bag down looking left and right, "SHHH!" Kyle lowered his head, Still parinoid as hell someone heard them and are
calling the cops. "Kyle, what the hell do you have a gun for?!" Stan yelled, not obbligating to Kyles request.
"SHHH!" Kyle hissed again, "Its nothing ok? It's nothing"
Stan sighed then spoke in a calmer kept tone, "Kyle, what are you going to do with that gun?"
Kyle dodged his eyes left and right on the snow.. maybe this was a bad idea he concidered, then he pushed the thoughts aside,
'No, I have to do this' he told himself.
"Kyle..?" Stan asked still waiting for an answer. Kyle sighed, "He deserves to die" Kyle said quietly.
Stan's eyes went wide, "Huh?" he asked in a fearful tone.
Kyle looked up at him and locked his eyes with his best friends.
"You saw how badly he fucked Cartman up? He started drinking beacuse of him, he became violent beacuse of him! We would still be together
if it wasent for him!"
"Kyle.. Kyle, you cant do this, dude think about what your doing!
You could go to jail!"
"I dont care! I'm not having him live like that Stan! I can be locked up for the rest of my life, but i'd be happy doing it, just to know
that asshole isnt around to Beat Cartman anymore!"
"DUde, I know you love him but this isnt the right-"
"Stan, I have to do this!"
"No, You dont dude! Think about this!"
"Theres nothing to think about!"
Kyle pushed past Stan heading for Cartman's house, "Kyle your just going to make it a lot worse! He could kill you! Kyle dont do this!" Stan yelled behind him.
Kyle kept walking. He knew he was going to kill Rick, and noone was going to stop him.
Cartman sat up drinking his whisky watching Terrance and phillop show on Tv.
Luckily Rick hasent been around the house much lately.
Cartman toke another sip watching the familar fart jokes they played. He remembered how much he used to watch this when he was younger.
They didnt have new episodes anymore, but he was supprised they were still playing re-runs.
CL-CLICK.
Cartman froze as he heard the door open behind him.
He slowly looked and saw Rick stumbling in with a beer in his hand.
'Must have been at the bar again' Cartman figgured.
He rolled his eyes then refocused them on the tv. He prayed each time, just once, just ONCE the cops in this town would be smart enough to
know a drunk driver when they see one.
Cartman heard Rick's footsteps comming closer.
"Hey" his hot breath hissed on his shoudler, Cartman felt the hairs on his arms go up in goosebumps smelling the taint smell of whisky on his breath.
"get up" Rick mumbled patting his bottle onto Cartman's shoulder.
Cartman remained frozen, "Why?" He forced himself to ask, almost afraid too.
"I said GET UP Damn it!" Rick Yelled and Cartman arouse from the couch backing up.
Cartman knew one thing for sure, Rick was most violent when he came back from the bar.
"You know what kid?" Rick asked stumbling towards Cartman, trying to keep his balance.
"You're a sack of shit, allways have been, always will be."
Cartman looked down, his whole life he had been used to standing up for himself.. but all he knew now was the more you fight the insults a person throws you,
the more you'll get hit. That's the main thing Cartman obbsessed on, Not getting hit.
"Aye, You hear me Junior?" Rick pushed him.
Cartman backed up eyes to the ground, "Yeah I heard you." he said quietly.
Rick frowned at Cartman's unwillingness to fight, "What the hell's wrong with you?!"
Cartman looked up at him, "What?"
Rick grimaced and shoved him to the wall and Cartman's back slammed against it,
"You need to learn to be a fucking man!"
Rick kicked him hard in the rear and Cartman yelped out in pain.
"Stand up for yourself damnit!" Rick gave him another punch, but socked him in the stomach.
Cartman felt himself not being able to breath, it hurt so bad, like he punched his inner gut. Cartman held onto his stomach
feeling himself falling onto the ground. He landed chest first onto the hard floor and Rick laughed, "Your somethin else you know that kid?"
The door swung open and Cartman turned his head to see what it was.
it was.. KYLE! Kyle walking towards them, Cartman's eyes widdened, he completely forgot about the pain in his stomach,
"KAHL! WHAT ARE YOU-"
"WHAT THE HELL YOU DOIN HERE BOY?!" Rick yelled at the same time.
Kyle kept walking to them, Kyle stuck his hand inside his innercoat pocket, He pulled out the gun and aimed it at Rick,
"Back up off him" Kyle said in a firm voice.
Rick's eyes widdened in shock, "Where'd you get that?"
"I SAID BACK UP!"
Rick smirked, "That things not even loaded"
In anger Kyle clenched his teeth and aimed the gun and shot at window
"BANG' The Glass shaddered.
Kyle put the gun immediatly back to pointing at Rick
"I SAID NOW!" Kyle yelled at the top of his lungs.
Rick slowly backed up putting his two hands infront of him.
"KAHL WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Cartman screamed, still on the floor.
Kyle pressed back the load button on the gun,
"I'm doing this for us" he said pulling back the load button to set the next bullet ready.
"KID, DONT SH-"
BANG!
Silence... complete..... silence.
Cartman slowly looked up and over seeing rick Laying on the floor covered in blood.
He looked at Kyle who looked equally as shocked and dropped the fun to the ground.
Cartman looked down too stunned to speak, and suddenly tears streamed down his face.
Kyle sat beside him,
"It's over.." Kyle whispered to him.
"It's finnaly over"
Cartman looked to him and lurred him into a hug.
Kyle hugged back feeling wettness on his shirt from Cartman's tears.
"Oh god," Cartman kept saying, "Oh god.."
"Shh.. Its ok" Kyle comforted him. "Its over."
"He'll never touch you again"
Cartman sniffled and hugged Kyle tighter, tears still running from his eyes.
"Thank you" He whispered.
"Thank you so much."
It wasent long before the police arrived.
The sirens going off infront of their house beacuse nahbors complained of hearing the shooting.
Cartman sat outside against one of the police cars with Kyle with a blanket over them.
Cartman was still shoken up by what happened. He couldnt speak much, he was shakeing.
Policemen were already inside the house searching for evidence with yellow ducktape going accross so noone
could cross it. Some of the towns people were outside trying to get a better look and see what happened.
"-And so... thats what happened" Kyle finished, talking to the police officer who wrote things down on a pad of paper.
The policeman nodded. "Aliright, I'm afraid, You'll have to go to court for this.. Where's your mother now sonny?" The policeman looked to Cartman.
Cartman didnt respond, just stared apoun the ground, "She um.." Kyle began, filling Cartman's silence.
"She went Awall, Sir" Kyle said.
The policeman wrote something else on the paper, and nodded his head in annoyance.
"Parents these days"
The policeman looked back up, "Well, sorry boys. You cant go back in this residence tonight, it needs to be looked over for evidence in the investigation of
what happened tonight. If there somewhere you can sleep? a relitive or friends?"
"Uh, yeah. We can sleep at my house."
"Alright.. well be contacting you two in the morning for further questions."
Kyle nodded as Cartman never seemed to look up from the ground.
"You two take care now, you hear?"
The policeman patted Kyle on the back then walked away going to talk to the investigators.
"He's gone.." Cartman said, still stareing to the ground.
"Rick is acctually.. dead."
Kyle smiled, "Forever" he said and put his arm around Cartman.
Cartman smiled and leaned against him.. Kyle was supprised, usually he was the one curling up to Cartman..
It was nice having it the other way. made him feel needed.
(One week later..)
The boys were put on trial about what happened.
(Second week later)
The evidence they had, they found Kyle Broflovski not guilty for Deffenseing Rick to keeping Cartman from danger.
They relased them and put Kyle on probation, just in case.
(Three days later..)
Kyle lurred Cartman into a hug and held back, "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked again.
Cartman smiled, "Its not about what I want. I need this."
Kyle grinned again and pulled Cartman into a big kiss, "Your makeing the right decision"
"I hope so" Cartman whispered back.
Cartman turned to Kenny, "Thanks for everything dude"
Kenny wrapped his arms around him, "Good luck in rehab dude"
They released and Cartman looked to Stan with not so much as a simple smile, they still afterall, hated eachother.
"Come on now, we have to go" the taxi driver said, putting the last of Cartman's luggage in the trunk.
Kyle jumped on Cartman giving him one last hug, "I'm so glad your getting help"
Kyle relased, "I'll call everyday, and visist on weekends"
Cartman smirked, "You better jew."
Kyle raised his eyebrow, "Hey, tend to lose some weight there too, huh tubby?" Kyle patted Cartman's stomach.
Kenny burst out laughing, Cartman rolled his eyes, "Dont count on it" he muttered.
They gave eachother one last hug then Cartman got into the car and the taxi drove off.
Kyle smiled, Everything is ok.
(4 months later..)
It was hard. But Cartman finnaly got out from rehab. cured.
Lianne contacted her son when she learned of Rick's death but to this day,
Cartman still is not speaking to her. Cartman moved in with Kyle for a while and
everything is better. A lot better. Cartman laid beside Kyle that night in his bed.
He no longer had urges, no longer felt trapt on a certain chemical. That rehab was the hardest thing
he ever had to do, but laying here next to Kyle was totally worth it.
Cartman wondered to himself where he'd be If Kyle haddent stepped in and shot Rick.
Authors note:
Its over. I cant believe its finnaly over XD
WOOOO!
Ever storys gotta end sometime.. hope you liked this one..
Sorry if it seemed I rushed through the ending.. I just cant wait to start writting this new story..
'Emery' it will be called. Ive been thinking on it for months. Another southpark fic..
Anyway, thank you all you loyal readers and REVIEWERS!
I would like to personaly thank, Glitterblings, Hypothisos, esmtz, Sumoko-chan, kenzie lee-kins, Lollipop King, Jin-chan13, and Spokane Girl
for supporting me throughout this whole story! (No personal order, just went down from comments and wrote your name down)
I love you guys!! You guys are serriously the reason I kept writting. I often questioned if I would finish this story.. then I remembered
you dudes and I kept going. Thanks you guys rock :)
This story was first thought of and inspired by the song, "nobody's home" by Avril lavine. if you notice, they say the lyrics falling from grace
in one of the paragraphs.. this song made me come up with the idea, and I kept listening to it, and it inspired me.
Also, inspired by "Valentines day" by Linkin park, the scene where it was valentines day, and Kyle went back to Cartman's arms.
and how Kyle felt walking up to Cartman's house wanting him back.
And also, deffinently, most of all the song, "Never too late" by three days grace.
How Cartman felt and how Kyle kept telling him it isnt to late to turn back and get help.. its not too late.
YUP. Done with story. please comment your finishing thoughts :)
I'm going to begin writting my next story tomorow.. (Emery) have a lot of thoughts for this one.