Warning: AU –Second World War

M-Rated!Contains coarse language, violent imaginary related to the context of war, and sex.

I do not own South Park. I do not own anything. I wish I was that f* genius!

One day, something extraordinary happened in camp Dachau.

A teenage Jew looked right into the eyes of the most dangerous SS. And survived. Jews thought God had given the boy a second change, but the Nazi soldiers knew better. It would have been preferable for the poor creature if Herr Cartman had taken his life right then. And Kyle discovered this the hard way. Because from that day on, things got worse for him.

Kyle noticed the change right on the day that followed their encounter. He was picking up stones he had just broken and, when he lifted his head to walk to the cart, he saw him. Herr Cartman was standing on top of the hill, staring right back at him. Kyle directed his eyes to the ground and practically ran to the cart, afraid the Nazi would harass him again. After he threw the stones into the cart, he discretely looked back at the hill and the Nazi was gone. This repeated itself several times that day, the following day and the one that followed it.

Herr Cartman was somehow always present. He was always somewhere nearby Kyle, somewhere the Jew could see him from the corner of his eye. The fact the SS did and said nothing, worried the shit out of Kyle. He knew there was a reason for the fat Nazi to do this, only he could not figure out the purpose. Kyle spent his days thinking in all kind of possibilities, theories for the Nazi's actions and his final goals. His mind started building up all kinds of disaster scenarios, most of them including horrifying tortures till death. Sometimes Kyle tried to convince himself, Herr Cartman was just doing his surveillance work and wasn't even looking at him. He was surely suffering of persecution obsession. But then, he would confirm, for the billionth time, the brown eyes were fixed on him. There was no denying. Herr Cartman was always observing him. Every little movement he did, Kyle felt watched. Even when he could not see the SS, he could feel his eyes in the back of his head. Anxiety was driving him insane. Kyle was constantly alert over day and would have nightmares with the Nazi's eyes at night. By the end of the week, he was certain he was paranoid.

"I guess he has an interest for you now, whatever his reasons may be." Gerald Broflovski told his son when the boy confessed his worries during the dark hours of the night. "Just continue acting normally. I think he wants to work on your nerves. If you ignore him, maybe he'll stop."

"What if he does something to me? To you or to Ike? I should have never looked at him... Fucking Nazi!" Kyle spoke with fear and anger, his voice stained with hatred. His father, feeling powerless, hugged his son and tried to comfort him, the only thing he could do to ease his child's worries.

"Well, it's not like you can change it, is it?" His father said with a sigh and kissed his boy's temple. He knew his son wasn't worrying for nothing, for he too had noticed the Nazi's strange come and goings. "It will be okay, as long as we stick together." Mr. Broflovski promised and Kyle closed his eyes, still worried, but feeling a little bit better. His father was right. He could not undo what was done. And maybe, if he indeed ignored the fat Nazi, he would stop with whatever he was doing.

…

Herr Cartam loved psychological games and a certain red haired Jew had just become the object of his playing. He started with the slow but gradual building up of tension, a subtle method that would slowly drive his victim mad. He started terrorizing Kyle with his mere presence. Herr Cartman watched closely the red haired Jew's movements, he observed him daily and followed every step he took. He quickly figured out the little tricks this Jew had found to make his hard life a little bit easier. Strangely, instead of feeling angry with the boy's cleverness, he actually smirked amused. He could not quite understand why he felt so fascinated by this Jew or why he made him so curious. All he knew was, the more the boy tried to pretend he hadn't noticed him, the more he wanted to torment the Jew. Herr Cartman promised himself he would do everything for the redhead to regret ever crossing paths with him.

After one week building up the pressure on the Jew's mind, by haunting him with his presence, Herr Cartman decided to break his silence. The cruel Nazi would now enter the stone grove and yell out commands, right next to the redhead. He ordered all Jews to break the stones faster and harder. He screamed while they ran to and from the cart. Of course, most of his attention was put on Kyle. The Nazi enjoyed this bullying. He loved to watch the boy struggle to overcome his physical limitations.

Kyle was living under permanent stress. It was already bad enough to sense the fat Nazi at all times, but things got so much worse when he started shouting and pushing him while he ran with the stones. His body was the proof of this mistreating, for his skin's hands were always broken and bleeding from the hasty smashing of stones. His back, legs and feet ached terribly from the physical strain of running faster and faster with the weight of heavy stones. He fell often when pushed by Herr Cartman and bled from his chin and knees. But he always got up again and carried on like nothing had ever happened. He never stopped, he never succumbed to exhaustion, he never gave up.

Herr Cartman witnessed the Jew's every successful struggle to carry on and was impressed by his mental strength. He smirked every time the boy would stand up again, never allowing a sound of pain escape his lips. He wondered how much further he could push until this Jew would finally collapse.

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Kyle is slowly breaking down. Gerald Broflovski regretfully thought. He now spared his bread from breakfast, so his son could eat it in de evening. At lunch and dinner, he put the scarce solids he found in his soup on Kyle's plate. He proudly looked at Ike as he too offered his brother a small potato. Ike knows Kyle needs all the food and rest he can get, because of that monster. Kyle didn't want his family sacrificing for him and had opposed to their help. But it was useless, of course. They happily insisted in helping him out. Which warmed his heart and gave him the needed strength to carry on.

The other Jews avoided sitting, talking or being in the closeness of the Broflovskis. They too were aware of the grudge Herr Cartman had for Kyle. Some looked accusingly at the boy, like if he had jeopardized their lives. But Kyle ignored their behavior. He knew all too well that, in this camp, survival was the only thing that mattered. And right now, to be associated to him, in any way, was being in danger.

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Herr Cartman felt a wave of pleasured joy invade his body when he saw the red haired Jew fall on his face and this time didn't get back on his feet. He was immobile and the only explanation he had, was that the Jew had fainted. Other Jews saw it happen too, but carried on with their work, walking pass by him like if he was invisible. Herr Cartman grinned maliciously. The Nazi walked to a well nearby and fetched a bucked filled of water. He returned and for his satisfaction, the boy was still unconscious. He stood right on top of the immobile Jew, his lips drew a wide evil grin and poured the cold water on the boy. Kyle woke up immediately, with a startle, as the sudden cold invaded his body.

"Get your fucking good for nothing ass up! It's no napping time!" The fat Nazi yelled.

Kyle's arms trembled as he supported his body weight on them, but managed to lift himself up. He felt terribly cold and tired. The water was freezing and the icy air only intensified the cold. He stood up, wrapped his arms around himself, while his body shook uncontrollably.

"Look at me, Jew." Herr Cartman said in a low and threatening voice. Kyle obeyed the command and the Nazi smirked with satisfaction at the sight before him.

The Jew could not stop trembling from the cold, his teeth were chattering wildly. The drops of water in the curly hair were solidifying in to small grains of ice. The boy's lips were turning purple and his face was paler than ever. Best of all, his green eyes revealed the struggle he was living to resist the cold. Herr Cartman found it fascinating to watch this strong will try to resist its bodily limits. It was a battle between body and mind. Never in his life had he ever seen anybody show this much drive. Jews always ended up by giving up at some point. Herr Cartman had seen many Jews fight to survive, only to later on succumb in defeat. But he never saw this kind of will, this kind of mental power in a person's eyes. This time, he wasn't surprised to see the inexistence of fear in the green eyes.

While standing opposite Herr Cartman again, Kyle finally understood what the Nazi was doing. He was challenging him, pushing him further to see how far he could go. He bitterly realized that, for Herr Cartman, this was nothing but a funny game. But for him, this became his test for survival. It was the second time he looked into the Nazi's eyes, and this time, he wanted the Nazi to read determination. He wanted the Nazi to read in his eyes he was never going to give up. He would not break him. Two could play this game, even if he knew he was the one to lose. But at least he would lose with dignity. The only thing the Nazis hadn't been able to rip away from him.

Staring at this stubborn Jew for a second time convinced Herr Cartman the boy had no ideas of giving up. Suddenly, an awkward thought travelled his mind. If all Jews would have the same will as this one has, they would fight us back and could even defeat us. Herr Cartman knew the only reason that kept this red haired Jew from attacking him was his sense. He had observed him long enough to realize this Jew was clever and rational. He pondered things through and was cautious with everything he did. Especially the day he dared to look straight into his eyes. It was never an act of impulse or imprudence, but a well thought decision. The redhead was nothing but one skinny Jew, yet Herr Cartman knew he had to be careful. He didn't dare to underestimate him. This one could actually attempt to plan some kind of revolution.

They stared at each other for what seemed ages. The cold in Kyle's body was increasing to an unbearable point. His body was starting to give up. He needed to move, go on with his heavy work, so he would warm up again. But Herr Cartman just stood there, silently staring back at him. The cold was becoming dominant. Soon it invaded his mind and all Kyle could think of, was how horribly cold he was. His body was weakening and his mind was slowly shutting down. Kyle breathed heavily and saw the world blur. Herr Cartman would have his way. The Nazi would win. And he would die.

Herr Cartman saw a change in the Jew's green eyes. They were losing their life brightness and instead became dull until they were simply plain green. He realized, however they were still fixed on him, they weren't seeing him anymore. Herr Cartman knew the body was taking control over the mind, defeating it.

"Don't stand here the rest of the day! Move on, you fucking scum bag!" Herr Cartman viciously yelled. Kyle startled and his eyes widened, like if he had awoken from a strange sleep. The Nazi witnessed the iris in the green orbs dilate and shrink again, so he knew his command had brought the weary Jew back to consciousness. Kyle looked just for one second at the fat Nazi, realizing he had blackened out. And he was reminded of where he was and who stood opposite him. "What are you waiting for, you Jewrat?" Herr Cartman yelled in a threatening tone and Kyle quickly commanded his frozen body to move.

He bent over, grabbed the stones and forced his heavy legs to move. At first, his body felt numb. But while the cruel Nazi ordered him to work, shouting degrading insults, a renewed adrenaline circulated in his blood. His legs first stumbled, then they became stronger and coordinate until they finally managed to speed up and run. Kyle realized the irony of the situation. As much as he hated it, it was the shouting in the background that had saved him and motivated him to move faster, go on and never give up. Herr Cartman had followed the red haired Jew for about a quarter of an hour. He screamed out the most horrible insults his sickened mind could come up with. And smirked feeling satisfied when he noticed the Jew had regained the needed strength to go on. Kyle's body felt warm again and by each insult, he became stronger. While Kyle was determined not to give up, Herr Cartman was determined to extend the miserable Jew's life as long as possible, for his own entertainment.

A/N

It has become quite clear, already for many seasons, that Cartman is completely in love with Kyle. And it has developed into an obsession. One he will camouflage with his anti-Semitic ideologies, constant ripping and use of any pretext to humiliate Kyle. It's a rather cute disturbingly twisted but efficient way to receive Kyle's unconditional attention. Even though Trey Parker and Matt Stone have proved, millions of times already, that once Kyle and Cartman have the same goals and team up, they work great together (better than Kyle and Stan), in the same manner they proved Kyle and Cartman can actually be friends; I am absolutely convinced there will never truly exist Kyman in the show. It's my opinion that the feelings are one sided. Kyle is not gay neither bisexual. He likes girls and that's it. When he says he hates Cartman and that he would be better off without the fatass, he's actually being 200% honest. Because that's who Kyle is. Honest. He will never be more than a fantasy in Cartman's mind. And so, the fatass will always find a way to make the Jew a little bit his, in the most temporary, conjured and twisted manner he can think off. Whether that is insanely farting or singing a gay love song. In any way, he succeeds in keeping Kyle girlfriendless under the disguise of pissing him off.

Just ranting off my thoughts.