Author's Note: This is a direct continuation of the first part of the story. If you enjoy it, I would greatly appreciate any ratings or reviews! Thanks for reading!
Part 2: Night of the Red Moon
A week had passed since Cartman found himself in the hospital. Despite still being quite sore, his wounds had mostly healed, and the doctor was letting him go the next day. Wendy had come to visit him nearly every evening, keeping him in high spirits despite being stuck in bed. However, this evening would prove to be somewhat different. 6:00 p.m. drew near, the normal time that Wendy would visit. As the door to the room crept open, Cartman's heart began to race and a smile formed on his mouth. "Hey there, bitch!" Cartman called out joyfully.
"I'm…probably not the bitch you were expecting." The voice replied, revealing itself to be the hooded figure from before. The unknown visitor calmly approached Cartman's bed.
"Who the hell are you anyway? Take off that stupid hood!" Cartman demanded. He suspected the person to be Butters, but hadn't yet been able to prove it.
"Heh, fine then. I guess you've earned it." The soft voice replied, slowly removing the hood. As the hood fell, Cartman was taken aback by the visitor's appearance. The person standing in front of him had soft facial features and shoulder-length blonde hair, kept in immaculate condition. They also wore a pair of small diamond earrings and a matching necklace. "Surprised? Yep, its me!" The person gleefully exclaimed.
"You're Butters?" Cartman couldn't hide his shock. "Holy shit dude, you look like a chick!" Butters didn't seem offended by this remark, rather he seemed quite flattered. He brushed his hair back before he spoke.
"You'd be surprised how differently people treat you when they think you might sleep with them," Butters remarked, "Makes my line of work a hell of a lot easier." Cartman was quite puzzled by this comment. What "work" had Butters been involved in?
"So, uh, what exactly do you do?" Cartman questioned. Butters pulled a chair up and sat down.
"I've been working with your good friend Kenny for some time, though I've kept my identity a secret so far," Butters began, "We've been trailing cults and the like, monitoring their activities. That's how we knew so much about the Third Circle Cult." Butters had a reflective look in his eyes as he spoke.
"Do I even want to know why you guys have been doing that?" Cartman asked. Butters' expression quickly turned grave.
"There's a lot more evil out there than you realize, Eric," Butters explained, "In fact, you might be seeing it rear its ugly head again soon."
"You can't mean there's more than one cult in South Park," Cartman replied.
"Maybe not, but with the Third Circle all dead, a new group may try to take power," Butters responded, "I've been monitoring some folks that may be headed our way soon."
"Gotta be Fuckin' kidding me…" Cartman sighed, "Who are they, anyhow?" Butters rose from the chair and placed his hood back on. As he walked over to the door, he turned and gave Cartman one final message.
"Beware the Red Moon."
Some time passed, Cartman's mind awash with concern over his friend's warning. What the hell was the "Red Moon" anyway? He had little time to ponder when 7:00 drew near, and his door opened once more. He was determined to draw more information from Butter's strange remarks.
"What the hell is it this time?" He loudly demanded.
"That's a fine way to talk to your girlfriend, fatass!" The voice shot back. Wendy had entered the room, a puzzled and angry look on her face.
"Oh…shit. Sorry about that, thought you were someone else. Some asshole came by earlier." Cartman hastily tried to explain his reaction. Wendy's expression softened.
"Well, anyway," She began, "Looks like you're doing better." Cartman scooted to the side of the bed and Wendy sat down next to him.
"How's it been at school? Stan still pissed off?" Cartman questioned.
"That's…putting it mildly," Wendy responded, "If looks could kill, I'd be six feet under by now." Wendy chuckled slightly. "Kenny and Heidi are pretty much the only people that'll talk to me."
"Not even dear old Kyle?" Cartman laughed, "Guess I won't feel so bad about calling him 'Jew' anymore."
"C'mon, you never felt bad calling him that," Wendy giggled.
Cartman smirked in response, then placed his arm over her shoulder. He drew his face closer to hers, listening to her soft breath. "Shame about all the doctors and nurses 'round here. Means we can't-"
"Can't what? Do this?" Wendy interrupted.
She then skillfully snaked her hand down the covers of the bed, grabbing onto Cartman's penis from under his hospital gown. She looked on with delight as his eyes widened and a blush formed on his face. Wendy then began to slide her warm hand up and down his shaft, kissing him in the process.
"Oh, oh God Wendy please don't stop…" Cartman mumbled, a look of pure pleasure in his expression. Wendy let out a soft moan as she continued, beginning to slightly speed up. Her hand dampened as precum started to slip down her fingers. Wendy then sped up even more, the intense friction causing Cartman's head to lurch back slightly. "I-I'm a-about t-to…" Before he could complete the sentence, warm cum erupted from his tip, plastering Wendy's hand in white. Wendy kissed him once more, then pulled her hand out from under the sheets. Cartman looked in awe as she proceeded to lick the remains from her fingers and swallow.
After washing her hands at the nearby sink, Wendy sauntered back to Cartman's side and smirked. "Now, Eric. Its your turn," She the smiled as she began to unbuckle her pants, Cartman reaching out to her pussy longingly. However, this moment would be cut short as a sharp knock came across the door.
"Young lady, I'm afraid visiting hours are now over," Called the nurse through the closed door.
"Well, Shit." Cartman groaned, Wendy hastily putting her pants back on.
"We'll have to pick this up later," Wendy whispered sweetly, kissing his lips one last time before heading out for the night. Cartman sighed, saddened by their visit being cut short.
"Least I'll be out of this shit hole by tomorrow," He reminded himself. He then gradually fell asleep. Cartman's sleep was no longer plagued by nightmares after their victory against the demon, and he had been much better rested as a result. This night, however, he would dream of something unusual.
He found himself standing in the middle of what appeared to be some kind of festival, noting the many strings of lights hung across the porches of the nearby buildings. People were busily brushing past him to-and-fro, all of them adorned with elegant masks. He could hear them speaking in hushed tones, but the words were unintelligible. Unsure of what was occurring, Cartman attempted to investigate, but would find the task impossible.
Seemingly out of nowhere, several of the revelers all surrounded him in a great circle. They began a feverish chant and danced madly about, nearly striking Cartman with the long, flowing tassels of their robes. The dancing rapidly grew more aggressive, the chanting morphing into panicked screams. Cartman felt like he would vomit at any moment from their incredible speed of their dance. Just as the violent screaming became too loud to bear, the group all stopped at once.
Cartman could hear deranged-sounding laughter from somewhere distant as each of the partiers produced a small box from a pocket within their robes. It was only now that Cartman truly took notice of the group's distinctive smell. All of them smelled strongly of gasoline, and their robes were dampened by it from top to bottom. "H-Holy s-shit!" He cried, coming to the horrifying discovery that the box each partier held was a match box.
"For our beloved Queen." The group spoke in unison, striking the matches ablaze all at once. In mere moments, the revelers all burst into tremendous flames, continuing to dance as they burned. What's more, their manic chanting continued, louder now than ever. The intense heat brought forth great streams of sweat across Cartman's face. Eventually, the madness ended as the revelers all turned to ash, the flames continuing to burn, somehow stronger now than before. Above it all, Cartman looked high in the sky to observe a bleak omen. No stars were present in the sky, but a huge, blood-red moon was on full display. Perhaps the heat was playing tricks on his eyes, but he could swear that the moon appeared to be…breathing, as though it were alive.
The very sight of the moon awoke Cartman from his uneasy slumber. "God…not again. Tired of these fucking nightmares," He harshly mouthed. He found it difficult to go back to sleep afterwards, deciding to text Kenny instead, who'd finally gotten a new phone.
"Hey man, you up?" Cartman texted.
"Yep, Nightmares again?" Kenny replied.
"Your 'contact' stopped by this evening. Scared the shit out of me with stories of some 'Red Moon' bullcrap." Cartman became agitated as he typed.
"lol, Butters is good at that kinda thing. When u getting out?" Kenny's reply surprised Cartman quite a bit.
"Wait, you knew that was Butters? He told me it was a secret! And I'm getting out tomorrow, be back to school on Monday, ugh." Butters had just now returned to Cartman's life and was already back to annoying him.
"He stopped by my house tonight dude. Now I see the appeal of femboys."
"You are one sick motherfucker, Kenny"
Their texting continued for a time, Cartman's spirits lifted from lively conversation with his best friend. He soon found himself able to return to sleep, and the morning sun followed shortly after. It wasn't long before his Mother cheerfully burst into the room.
"Oh, sweetie! I'm so happy you get to come home!" His mother exclaimed, rushing in to give her son a big hug. He was still a tad sore, but appreciated her affection nonetheless. "Eric, honey. Kenny explained what you did and how you ended up in here," Tears began to form in Liane's eyes, "You were so brave! You and your friends saved so many people! I love you so much."
"I… just didn't want to see you hurt, Mom," Cartman replied sullenly, "Can you maybe take a break from going out with weirdos?" His mother smiled sweetly.
"I'm done with that lifestyle, honey. Your mommy's working from home now."
Cartman was a little worried what she meant by "working from home", but Liane quickly explained that she had gotten a job as a Remote Customer Sales Representative. Cartman had never felt such a powerful sense of relief. His mother was finally, for the first time in years, safe. At least that was one fewer worry on his mind.
Cartman then climbed into his mother's car and the pair headed home, chatting the whole way. The discussion started normally enough, the boy skillfully dodging Liane's questions about his relationship with Wendy. However, the conversation would soon take a darker turn.
"I'll tell you, sweetie, I'm especially happy you're getting out now," His mom declared, "You'll be able to join us at the party Tuesday night!" Cartman looked at her with confusion.
"Party?" He questioned simply.
"Sure! Someone's been posting flyers all over town about a 'Moon Viewing' party on Tuesday. Supposed to be an eclipse that night," His mom joyfully explained. Cartman broke into a cold sweat upon hearing those words. This must've been what Butters had warned him about. "Oh, sweetie, a lunar eclipse is a beautiful sight. Turns the moon a delightful shade of red."