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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      South_Park
  Relationship:
      Kyle_Broflovski/Eric_Cartman
  Character:
      Eric_Cartman, Kyle_Broflovski, Stan_Marsh, Kenny_McCormick, Sheila
      Broflovski, Gerald_Broflovski, Scott_Tenorman, A_bunch_of_OCs
  Additional Tags:
      Graphic_Description, Rape_Recovery, Rape_Aftermath, Torture,
      Psychological_Torture, Blood, Blood_and_Gore, eric_is_a_bad_ass, soooooo
      much_drama_like_holy_shit, but_it_has_a_happy_endding
  Series:
      Part 1 of Monster_at_my_window
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-09-25 Completed: 2016-10-17 Chapters: 36/36 Words: 71776
****** The Monster in my window ******
by littlemissstark315
Summary
     A friend of Gerald's has an unhealthy interest in Kyle leading to
     many horror filled nights but soon things start to unravel into
     something awful and more than he and Eric can handle.
***** Chapter 1 *****
His name was Rick and was a friend of his dads. He had started coming over the
house more and more often and always had gave Kyle a weird feeling but he was
always so nice. So polite and gentlemanly. All he was doing was hiding the
monster underneath. And now tonight while Kyle was asleep he came thru his
bedroom window at exactly 3:06AM because Kyle had woken up to a sudden noise
which happened to be the window slamming shut too fast. He woke up groggy and
looked at the clock, out of habit. He barely saw the bright red numbers on his
clock before a large hand covered his mouth along with a sharp knife to his
neck.
Fear ran thru the redhead like an icy dagger down his back. Suddenly a gruff
voice whispered in his ear. "Scream and you die. Turn over on your stomach."
Tears started welling in his green orbs. His body started to tremble but
complied with the mad man as the knife withdrew from his neck. Rough hands
started to feel him up and lips gently attached at his neck in a mock of a
loving gesture. Lips stared kissing and nibbling as his hands started to
undress him from his pajama pants. Suddenly he felt the cold of the knife at
his back again but this time it was cutting thru the fabric. A sob escaped Kyle
before he could stop it. That shirt was the last thing right now between life
and his sanity. It was Eric's favorite shirt and when they first got together
he gave it to Kyle as a "thank you for accepting me" gift. And now it's ruined.
He suddenly felt a hand grab him roughly by the hair, jerking his head up
painfully. "One more sound, you die. Now stay quiet." The man went away for a
moment. Kyle felt the weight lift off the bed. God...what was he doing? The
lack of contact made him panic but he wished he was gone longer as he suddenly
felt something large and slippery enter him. He knew it wasn't that mans cock,
skin would be rougher even with lube. Kyle almost distracted himself from the
pain momentarily with these thoughts but that was before it got past the
entrance.
His hands gripped the blanket so tightly as he tried so hard not to scream or
yell in pain. But it was so hard not to. It hurt so much. Tears fell down his
face,wetting he pillow underneath his head. His small body trembled with
suppressed sobs. Suddenly Rick moved the sex toy in and out of him, forcing his
entrance to stretch.
He bit down on the pillow in an attempt to keep quiet. It felt like an eternity
before he stopped but he then felt something a bit bigger then the toy start to
enter him. He couldn't hold back anymore, he screamed in pain. Suddenly his
head got yanked back and Rick suddenly entered him with one large thrust and a
knife now put to his throat as he hissed in his ear. It meant to come out
venomous and it did but it was laced with a pleasurable moan.
"I said keep quiet." Kyle could feel the cold metal up against this throat, he
could feel it break the skin just a bit. Rick forced Kyle back down into the
bed then started thrusting into him hard and fast. Large, rough hands forcing
him into the mattress with a bruising force. It took so much to keep quiet.
What felt like hours but was actually 30 seconds,Rick came hard inside of the
red head. Filling up with his tainted seed.
Rick breathed heavy for a bit, coming down from his stolen high. After he got
his senses back, he yanked Kyle's head up again by his hair and whispered
darkly. "Don't you even think about telling anyone. I'll be watching you, tell
anyone and there dead. Now get some fucking sleep you whore. I might be back
for more tomorrow." He finished his sentence with a low laugh. As he lifted off
the bed, Kyle was catatonic, unable to move until the threat was gone.
After a few seconds of him gone, Kyle's body reacted and he ran fast as he
could toward the toilet. He nearly didn't make it as he vomited into the
porcelain bowl. But his stomach was empty,making him dry heave. He was hoping
whatever seed Rick left he could vomit out. He felt so disgusted. Not so much
that it was rape and he was being violated. He felt disgusted because it wasn't
Eric doing those things. It was somebody elses hands on him, touching him. He
only wants Eric for that and no one else. He felt like a cheating whore but in
the back of his mind he knows its not his fault. Some of his rational mind
still survived that ordeal. Once his body was calmed down he broke down into a
puddle of tears.
His lithe shoulders trembled with sobs. He slowly crawled to his bed. Once his
elbows were propped up on the mattress, he felt the fabric of Eric's now town
shirt. He quickly gripped it and brought himself onto the bed. He quickly
curled into a ball, convulsing with sobs and hiccups. He tried to keep them
quiet so he wouldn't wake anyone. His breathing got faster and he knew he was
running head first into a panic attack but he couldn't bring himself to care.
Then realization hit. He couldn't hide this.
Eric was smart and knew him better then anyone. How would he hide something
this big from him? By morning he'll probably have one message on his phone
asking if hes ok because he seems to have this freaky sixth sense but only with
Kyle. Perhaps it would be safe to tell him, Eric can defend himself if Rick
tries anything. He's a big boy and (which Kyle found out by accident) has many
weapons, large and small scattered and hidden thru-out his house. Surly he can
defend himself if it came down to it? Hell, he'll probably even kill the
fucker. Thou when he finds out what happened...his murder will turn into slow
torture. Kyle wasn't sure when he fell asleep but he wished the sleep was
never-ending.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Kyle awoke to the sound of his alarm clock going off. He Jumped up in fright,
nearly falling out of the bed. Once he realized it was the clock he sighed
heavily and slammed his hand on the off button. He immediately curled into a
ball and cried. The memories of last nights encounter coming back. He was
hoping that it was all just a nightmare but now. The blood on the bed was proof
enough of that. The ache in his hips.
He calmed down once he realized how cold he was. Realizing he didn't have ANY
cloths on. He leaned over and got his pants and a random tee shirt from the
floor and achingly put them on. That wasn't so bad. He tried to walk but soon
had to hunch over. He hissed in pain trying so hard not double over and stay
standing. "Kyle! Time for breakfast young man!" His mom called from down the
steps.
There was no way he was able to even walk to the door let alone the steps.
Maybe if he faked sick enough his mom would let him stay home. He slowly made
his way to the bathroom and hunched over the toilet bowl and...he hated doing
this to himself...forced his finger down his throat, making himself at least
sound like his going to puke. His mom heard it from downstairs and walked up to
his the bathroom and lightly knocked on the door. "Bubby? You alright in
there?" He spoke up weakly while leaning on the bowl. "I'm just not feeling
well mom." She sighs and calmly walks in. Her face falls in concern a little
seeing her baby looking so ill.
"aww I'll let the school know you wont be in. Do you need me to stay home with
you?" He shook his head. "No, I should be able to take care of myself. I'll
just be sleeping all day." She smiled weakly but suddenly there was another set
of footsteps, then he head the same gruff voice he heard last night. Making his
heart stop in pure terror. "Everything ok up here?" He sees Kyle near the bowl
and he almost wants to smile smugly.
Sheila chimes in. "Oh Rick! Kyle is just a little sick, he'll be staying home
from school today." Rick knelled down to eye level and smiles, since sheila
cant see him. "Poor thing." He and Kyle locked eyes for a moment but it felt
like hours to the trembling red head. He saw the worst kind of predator in
those eyes. Waiting to capture him.
He stands back up and puts a calming hand on sheilas shoulder. "Don't worry, I
can stay home with him." Kyle swore he went pale when he looked him directly in
the eyes. "I'll take good care of him." Sheila just smiled. "Oh good. Well I'll
going to get ready and go then." Sheila leaned down and gave her son a kiss on
the head. "Feel better bubbla. I'll see you later." Kyle remained silent,
watching his only help walk out the door. soon as she was out his true colors
shown and he knelled down with the smallest of smiles gracing his scruffy face.
He gently touched Kyle's face. Kyle was scared stiff and barely breathed. "Your
so beautiful Kyle." Suddenly he stood up and closed the bathroom door. Locking
it. Sealing the small Jews fate. He turned around and unzipped his front. "It'd
be even more beautiful to see your lips around my cock. Get over here." Kyle
bit his lip to keep from crying. He couldn't move, he was so scared.
Suddenly Rick bounded over in the small bathroom and grabbed Kyle by his hair,
also clamping a hand over his mouth. Kyle cried out in pain as he dragged him
some two feet by his hair. He whispered harshly, thru his teeth once Kyle was
where he wanted him. "When I say to do something, you do it." Then he suddenly
punched him on the side of his face,making him fall over but he was soon lifted
upright by the back of his neck. Kyle's face was met with the cock that
violated him just that morning.
"Suck it or I make you suck it." Kyle complied out of fear. He just wanted to
sleep. He just wanted this nightmare to be over. As his lips touched the mans
member he nearly wanted to puke. All his mind kept chanting
was. it'snotericitsnotericITSNOTERIC Apparently to Rick he he wasn't fast
enough. Rick grabbed his hair and pushed his head back and fourth, causing the
poor red head to gag. Rick suddenly pulled out, out of breath. He grabbed
Kyle's Arm and dragged him out of the bathroom. And threw him into his room
roughly. Rick grabbed the lube he used last night and lubed himself up. Kyle
tried to get away. "No! Stop this! Please!" But before he could stand up, Rick
grabbed his ankles ,effectively stopping him from escaping. A sob escaped him.
He didn't care if family was home anymore or not. He just wanted this to stop.
He nearly ripped the pants off Kyle and started pressing his cock to the abused
entrance. Kyles hands were tiny in comparison to the huge hands holding down
his wrists so tightly. He tried so hard not to scream to cry out in pain. Tears
continued to pour down his face once rick was all the way in. he started
thrusting fast. His cries ignored by the moans coming from above him. Suddenly
Rick grabbed Kyle's neck, pressing his palm into his windpipe. his hand nearly
wrapping around the small neck. Kyle couldn't breath. For 20 agonizing seconds
Rick remained like that. He then felt Rick come inside of him. As Rick started
to stand up he started laughing lowly as Kyle caught his breath, coughing.
"Poor thing." Kyle was too scared to even move as tears of fear started running
down his face. Rick gently held him and picked him up by his arms.
"There..we..are. How about you go to bed and I'll come check on you later." He
walks Kyle back to his bed and kyle complies. Too scared to move or fight. He
sat down on his bed and rRck started handing him the covers. "Go to sleep."
Then he smiles smugly.
He starts to laugh lowly as he walks out the door but suddenly he stops and
turns around. "I just thought of something." He walks over a little faster,
causing kyle to curl up but rRck goes to his bedside desk and grabs his cell.
Kyle's heart dropped, his only other chance for hope gone. More tears fell but
he was too scared to move. "Don't want you talking too much. You should be
resting." Then he walks out the door, nearly slamming it. Kyle's chest heaved
with repressed sobs and tears but he was scared that he would come up again if
he was too loud. He figured he should listen and try to sleep. He knew Eric
would come for him. He would know by now that something is off. Kyle laid down
and curled into a ball. Keeping his cries quiet.
Eric sat in class, his foot shaking restlessly . He'd been calling and texting
Kyle all morning and he got no answer. He was in his last class now and it
couldn't go faster. Kenny looked worriedly over toward Eric and scribbled
something a some notebook paper. Quietly handing it to him. Eric opens it up.
"You ok dude?" Eric writes back. "No. That damn Jew hasn't replied back all
day." Kenny replied. "He's sick, hes probably sleeping and cant reach it."
"It's not like him to have his phone far away. Something is wrong and I'm going
to find out." Kenny sighed. He wanted Eric to see reason and calm down but he
knew he was right. He felt something to. Something was wrong.
Once school ended Eric nearly ran out the door to his beater pick up truck. He
quickly started it up and sped off to Kyle's house. He stopped in front of it
with a screech and walked up to the door. He knocked on it about 4 times. He
waited a moment then the door opened. He didn't recognize the man but right way
he knew something wasn't right. Rick smiled kindly. "May I help you?" Eric was
taken aback. Too lost in thought. "ahh yeah. I'm here to see kyle." Rick stood
aside. "Right upstairs." Eric mumbled a thank you and jogged up the stairs.
He knocked on the door and came in without an answer. "Kyle? You in here?" Kyle
woke groggily. "Eric?" The large brunette stepped into the room in large
strides and sat on the bed by him. "Why didn't you answer any of my calls or
texts?" Kyle sat up slowly. He had no idea what to say to him. He remained
silent. He looked sternly at Kyle, seeing the faint tint of a bruise on his
neck. Eric felt icy terror go down his spine but before Eric could talk Kyle
froze soon as the door opened once again. Rick walked in carrying a bowl of
soup. "Kyle, I made soup for you." Kyle kept quiet and looked down and spoke
quietly. "Thanks." Rick smiled softly, like a caring parent and put the bowl
down softly on the desk next to Kyle's bed. He gently ruffled his hair. "Poor
thing is so sick he can barely walk." Rick locked eyes with Kyle, reminding him
silently of what happened. Kyles eyes filled with tears that he held back.
"I'll leave you two alone. I'm sure your friend has been very worried about
you." Rick walked out the door, making sure to lock eyes with Kyle, smirking
where Eric cant see. Eric quickly turned back from watching Rick leave. He
looked at Kyle sternly. His hand gently touching the bruised neck. He needed to
know. He spoke quietly. Almost lowly. "Who the fuck did this to you? tell me
what happened right now." A tear went down Kyles face. Kyle looked down,
shamefully. He spoke quietly, almost a whisper but Eric heard it loud and
clear. "He raped me." His mind went numb. He wasn't sure if he heard right. If
his Sick-with-worry-mind might be catching up with him. But no. he heard it.
He tried to keep the boiling rage underneath and contained in front of his
broken boyfriend. He needed comfort now. Kyle shakily brought out his hands.
Eric gently took a hold of both Wrists. Touching them as if they were made of
the finest glass. Bruises. Dark ones. Eric's mind began do analyze it. Kyle was
pinned down and that sick fuck was into choking.
He ran his shaking hands thru his brown hair. His elbows now resting on his
knees as if the words Kyle spoke were large weights on his shoulders. He spoke.
Almost to himself. "I'll kill him. I'll fucking kill him." Kyle tried to keep
the bubbling cries from him escape but a quiet sob came out of his mouth before
he could stop it. Eric quickly looked up and saw Kyles chest heaving with quiet
cries of anguish. He leaned more on the bed til he was sitting next to Kyle
with his legs on the bed and held him gently. Running a hand thru his curls.
Kyle turned his head into Eric's chest and cried loud as he could, making sure
it was muffled.
Eric held on to him tighter as he cried. He wanted to cry himself. How could he
allow his little Jew to befall to such horror? He was suppose to protect him.
And he failed. Eric bit his lip, and closed his eyes tightly,trying to keep
away his own tears. After the both calmed down enough Eric finally got some
information out of him.
"So who is he anyway?" Kyle spoke tiredly. "He's a family friend of my dads. I
should have known better. I felt something...off with him but I let him sweet
talk me into thinking he was a decent guy." "Why is he here today? When did
this happen?" "He practically lives here. He hangs out with my folks all the
time." Kyle suddenly spoke quietly. "And...last night. He snuck thru my bedroom
window. That's why I stayed home from school.. I faked being sick and my mom
came right away but..I didn't know rick was here for breakfast." Eric sighed
heavily and spoke softly.
"I'm sorry Kyle. I couldn't protect you." Kyle sat up and looked confused.
"Why? What are you sorry for?" Eric didn't even look up to meet his boyfriends
green orbs. "I wasn't here to protect you." Kyle was about to speak but Eric
stopped him and spoke first, his voice wavering just a bit. "I couldn't protect
you...but I promise I will do everything in my power to make sure he never
touches you again." a tear went down his face before he could stop it. Before
Eric could roughly wipe the stray tear away kyle held his face in his hands.
"This wasn't your fault that this happened. It was three in the morning. No one
would have expected something like this to happen. But I know whatever I say
wont make you change your mind so..just don't get caught." Kyles voice broke at
the end. "your all I have."
***** Chapter 3 *****
After finding out Kyle's bedtime for that night,he snuck in to Kyle's room, a
few weapons on him, ready to kill the fucker that touched what was his. He
lightly tapped on the window. Kyle heard it and saw Eric, waving to him feebly.
Kyle quietly walked over and opened the window and helped Eric in. Eric spoke
softly. "Where do you want me to hide?" "The closet would be best. There's
plenty of room to stand or move if you have to..." Kyles voice trailed off and
Eric saw the tint of fear in those emeralds. He gently put both his arms around
him. "You don't have to be scared. I'll be here. Nothing will happen to you. I
promise." Kyle nodded in agreement but he was still scared out of his mind.
It was about three in the morning again and this time Rick stayed over the
house, which wasn't strange. He's done it dozen of times before. Kyle couldn't
sleep at all. There was too many thoughts racing thru his mind. Does Rick know
Eric is here? Will he find him? Would Eric be able to defend himself? What
happens if Eric gets caught? He'd be sent to prison. And if that happens, what
if Rick survived? All these thoughts were racing thru Kyle's mind. He almost
didn't hear the door open.
His heart stopped. He heard foot steps behind him as he pretended to be asleep.
He suddenly felt hands gently pet his hair. His body started to tremble at the
touch. He's never been so scared in his life. It took everything Eric had not
to run out there and stab him. No. He had to stick to the plan if he wanted to
get away with murder. He silently got his revolver out of the holster,
preparing to put his plan in action.
Rick's lips delicately went to the red heads neck. Kyle bit his lip to keep
from crying. While Rick was preoccupied with his neck, Eric silently opened the
closet door, keeping his gun high and near his head, ready fire if necessary.
Rick still had no idea and was even moving his hand down to somewhere it didn't
belong. Eric went right up and put the gun to his head. Rick halted his
movements as Eric spoke low. "Step away from Kyle now." Rick looked down at
Kyle, Kyle's eyes looked away from him. "You told huh? Even after I told you
what I would do?" Kyle remained silent. He went to move for Kyle but the cock
of the gun halted him once more. "Step away from Kyle now."
Rick slowly turned around til the barrel of the gun was flush with his
forehead. "You wouldn't kill me. Your just a boy. No older then seventeen."
Eric growled and pressed the gun further, making him almost lose his balance.
"The only reason I don't shoot your brains out now...is because he's here. I
don't want him to see that. Once were alone. That's another story that I wish
to continue." Rick scoffed. "You cant shoot me..least not here. You'll wake his
parents." To show how serious he was Eric shot Ricks thigh. Rick went down fast
clutching his bleeding knee. "Ahh! You fucker!" Kyle quickly sat up in bed. His
hands clutched to his mouth in shock. Tears quickly falling from the sudden
movement.
Eric suddenly went to open the window. He then got out the gauze he brought
with him for this and started wrapping his knee up. Kyle quietly asked,becoming
confused by the action. "What are you doing?" "Wrapping his knee up. I don't
want him leaking evidence all over the yard." Once again, kyle was confused.
"The yard?" Eric suddenly picked up Rick once his knee was wrapped up. "Yeah.
The yard." And Eric threw him out he window to the snow covered grass below.
Rick could barely move now. His knee, not only been shot with a bullet but now
dislocated. There as no way he could walk or crawl much anywhere.
Eric sighed and let a little relief flood over him. He went over to kyle and
hugged him tightly. "I'll be back soon. " Kyle quickly brought his face down
and kissed him quickly. "Please be careful. I love you so much." Eric looked
solemn and kissed both of Kyles wrists where the bruises were. "I love you to."
Then Eric walked out kyles bedroom door silently.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Once Eric was outside the house he spotted Rick very slowly and pathetically
attempting to crawl away. He growled almost silently and stomped up to him. He
roughly grabbed him by his jacket and threw in the bed of his pick up. Rick
cried out in pain but this will be nothing compared to what he has in store for
him. Once he thew him in the back, he dragged him back to the side of the bed
and brought him close to his face.
Venom spitting at every word he spoke. "Your right. I wouldn't have shot you in
there because of the possibility of waking his parents...its a good thing I had
Kyle drug them before going to bed. They'll be fine in the morning but a
tornado could rip thru here and they wouldn't wake up." Rick tried to act
defiant but inside he was terrified. "You sick fuck. What are you going to do?
Torture me?" Eric snarled and hit him with the butt of the gun roughly, making
him fall back and a gash of blood appear on his forehead. He was going to say a
scary one liner but he decided to just get in and start driving. Leave him
guessing.
Its more terrifying that way.
Rick shouted but it came out laced with fear. "Hey! I asked a question!" Eric
started the truck up and started driving. The deep woods where his uncle took
him to hunt would be the perfect spot. Even has a lake and everything.
No body ever goes up there.
On the ride up Rick was shivering. Both from the bit of blood loss and the
freezing cold temp. his lips dried and his cheeks and nose were bright red from
the below zero temps of the Colorado winter. He tried to curl up to keep warm
but his dislocated knee wouldn't let him. He tried to look at his surroundings
but all he saw was a blur of black and shadows.
It felt like hours before they stopped. The truck parked harshly, causing Rick
to jolt near the back. He looked up feebly. A cabin? What the fuck was this kid
up to? He heard the crunch of Eric's snow boots coming toward him. He saw him
now at the end of the bed of the truck. Suddenly before he could do anything to
defend himself, Eric grabbed his ankles and dragged him out. Letting him fall
into the snow. There had to be at least two feet of snow he just fell into.
Then he was suddenly grabbed by his shirt and dragged. Eric opened the door and
threw him in. locking the door with a loud "THUD CLUNK"
Eric turned the lights on and Rick had to close his eyes. The darkness he was
in for so long caused his eyes to ache in the sudden light. Once he got his eye
sight he saw a simple cabin but something caught his eye. A metal stretcher was
in the middle of the room. Bolted down to the floor for less chance of tipping
over and a small metal table next to it. His face paled. Just what did this kid
have planed? Before he had time to think further Eric grabbed him again and
dragged him over and threw him on the stretcher. Making a loud CLANK sound echo
in the room. Before he realized what was happening Eric suddenly strapped both
his wrists down and ankles. Then Eric came dangerously close to his face. He
could feel his breath on his chapped skin.
"There is a special layer of hell for people like you and now your going to get
a sample of it before you arrive." Then Eric smirked. "lucky you." Eric turned
away and started rifling thru the different instruments on the small table next
to him. It was just far enough away that rick couldn't see, until it was too
late and Eric held it up to him. Right in front of his face, mocking him,
telling him just what he is going to do.
Eric right now held up a metal pole, not very long. About the size of a king-
size candy bar but it had two small spikes on the end and a belt around it. Not
a large one. Eric leaned down and explained. "This is called Heretics Fork. It
will be around your neck and under your chin. It will give you just enough
range of motion to talk...barely. " Eric proceed to place the belt around his
neck. Once it was there, a little to tightly and put the sharp point underneath
his chin, forcing his head upwards. All he could see was ceiling. His body
started to shake and tremble in fear and anticipation.
Eric then brought to his view a scalpel with a small, sick smile on his face.
"I think you know what this is. This is a scalpel. All surgeons use one. Its
capable of cutting thru almost anything. Its cuts thru skin like a hot knife
thru butter." Suddenly Eric got a lot closer. Tuffs of his brown hair tickling
Ricks nose. "In the off chance somebody comes across your soon to be
unrecognizable body, they will know what you are."
Before Rick could even attempt to ask something, Eric cut his shirt off of him.
His shirt now in shreds on the floor. He then felt the cold metal of the
scalpel hit his chest, cutting. He tried to scream out of reflex but the fork
stopped him. He was paused in mid scream the whole time Eric wrote on his
chest. Eric didn't rush anything either. He took his time and once he was done
you could easily make out the word "RAPIST" on his chest. Eric took a rag and
wiped away the excess blood. He wanted so badly to cry and sob in pain but the
fork under his neck prevented him from talking or crying or screaming.
Eric came down to his ear. Bloody scalpel still in hand. Eric growled. Rick was
going into shock. he pressed a finger into a wound, making rick gasp and cry
shallowly. "your not going to sleep on me. your going to be awake for every
moment of this." Eric started cutting again with the scalpel,with more haste.
this time Rick screamed, the forks under his chin making him bleed.
When Eric was done he put the scalpel back on the table and looked down. A sick
smiled on his face as he gently lifted the large flap of skin that reads
"RAPIST". Mockingly, he showed it to Rick. "There, now that is a masterpiece."
Rick's breathing was heavy and each breath put him in agony. He couldn't see
but a large square in his chest was cut, showing some of his muscle and bone.
His ribs were bright white contrasted against the blood and tissue. He swore he
was going to be sick.
Eric placed the flap of skin in a cooler he placed near him and closed the lid,
preserving it. Once he stood back up, he got a small lighter but when he lit it
up...it was a mini torch. "Now to take care of those finger prints." He knelled
down and started on the thumb. Putting the torch right up to it. Burning the
skin.  Rick screamed. Loudly. He didn't care anymore that the heretics fork was
cutting into his neck.
Eric took care of all 10 fingers and he included his toes as well. Soon each
finger and toe was bleeding and blistering and Rick was crying large tears down
his face. He kept mumbling. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. please, stop..."
Eric growled and took off the fork and threw it to the ground with a large
CLANK "Any last words before hell finally meets you." Rick cried like a little
baby. Large sobs. His shoulders and chest heaving. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
Please. Have mercy." Eric punched him hard across the face. "Mercy! You want
fucking mercy! Did Kyle say that to you? Did he beg you to stop! And did you
listen! No! You kept going! You ignored his pleas! Why shouldn't I give you the
same!" Eric suddenly grabbed the red plastic container of gasoline and poured
it all over rick. Rick screamed as the gas burned his open chest wound.
Eric went in his pocket and grabbed a box a matches. For effect he striked the
match to the side of the box in front of Ricks face. Rick started screaming
before it even hit his body. "No,no,no,no! You crazy fu-!" He was cut off as
the match fell onto his gasoline covered body, igniting him up in a flame ball.
Eric stood back and started to collect the cooler and took it outside. Ignoring
Ricks screams of agony. He sat on the bed of the truck and watched him burn
from the outside. Once he set the stuff down, he grabbed a cigarette from his
jacket and it it up with his tiny lighter. He took a deep inhale and exhaled.
He spoke softly. "Everything burns."
After about an hour of letting him burn to a crisp. He went back inside. It
singed some of the cabin but it wasn't a lot. He brought the cooler with him
and this time a staple gun. He opened the cooler and brought out he protected
flap of skin. He placed it back to where it was and stapled around the edges.
He than unbolted the table and wheeled it out as if he were some sot of medic.
The lake was close and hauled the stretcher into the bed of his truck. It
automatically collapsed into the bed then he closed the gate of the bed. He
started the truck up and and drove about a mile away to the lake. He dragged
the stretcher out and brought it to the end of the lake. He tied two cinder
blocks to his ankles and walked out into the ice. There was at least three feet
of thickness between him and water. He slowly walked out to the middle of the
lake.
He laid the burnt body of Rick down and brought out his jig saw from behind his
back. He started to cut into the ice. He cut a hole just big enough to stuff
him in. He stuffed Rick into the icy water. And the ice he just cut out floated
back to pace. He smirked. It was over. No one could hurt his Kyle now.
***** Chapter 5 *****
It was about 6 Am before Eric made it back to Kyles house. He saw a light in
Kyle's room. A small smile graced his face. The seriousness of what he had just
done washed over him. He looked at his hands still planted on the steering
wheel. There were covered with blood along with his cloths. Blood splatter
everywhere on him. It was times like this he wondered why Kyle was with him. He
was monster. He just brutally killed and tortured a man (not that he didn't
deserve it) a man who raped his Kyle. Rick may be gone but the guilt of not
being able to protect him washed over him. Before he could stop it a sob
escaped him. He didn't fight it. He leaned his bloody face on the steering
wheel and cried.
His large body heaved with cries and sobs. All his mind kept chanting. Both to
Kyle and (even he didn't want to admit this.) To whatever God there may be up
there. I'm sorry, forgive me.
Kyle was slowly pacing in his room. It was hard with the limp but he couldn't
stay still. At about 6AM he saw Eric's beater truck outside his house. He stood
away from the window but to the side of it, making sure Eric doesn't see him
walking around. It's been 10 minutes. Why hasn't he gotten out of his truck?
Suddenly Kyle sees a very rare sight. The Eric Cartman, crying over his
steering wheel. It broke his heart. What could have brought him to tears like
that? Kyle decided to go find out. Slowly he limped down the staircase. It took
a little while and a lot of pain but Eric was worth it. He got to the front
door and grabbed his trademark orange coat and hesitantly walked outside.
Eric stopped his tears for a moment. He heard a door. He looked up slightly
from the steering wheel, his heart stopped as Kyle started walking over. He
didn't want him to see him like this. Dried blood all over him and tears
streaming down his face. But kyle still walked over til he sat down in the
passenger side and practicality stared at him. Melting him down with his
emerald green eyes.
Thy stared at each other for a moment. Kyle looked Eric up and down, noticing
the blood on his hands in the beginning sunrise. He was almost scared. Eric
gently touched Kyle's cheek with his hand. The blood dried enough to where it
wont smear off onto him. Good. His already been tainted enough. Eric thought.
Kyle suddenly lunged at him. Hugging him tightly. "God! I was so worried!" Eric
held him tightly to himself as more tears proceeded to fall down his face,
smearing the blood and dirt and ash currently covering his face. His voice
broke as he spoke. " I love you so much Kyle." Then broke down into a puddle of
tears again, tightly holding his little red head. Nestling his face into those
scarlet curls he loved so much.
Kyle managed to convince Eric to come to his room to get some proper sleep. It
was a lot harder going upstairs with this limp then downstairs. After two steps
he doubled over in pain, leaning against the wall. After about two seconds he
felt himself being lifted up like a bride. He would have blushed if this wasn't
dire circumstances. Eric gently carried him to his room. While holding Kyle in
his arms he managed to open the door. He laid Kyle down on his bed and laid
down beside him, gently caressing his face. His finger trailing over his
cheeks, ears,nose. Kyle had no idea how beautiful he was. Kyle smiled softly as
he did so. He whispered. "Go to sleep. I'm sure your exhausted." Eric nodded,
his eyes shutting for sleep without his permission. Kyle smiled sadly and
snuggled into him, soon falling to asleep himself.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Eric only slept for about an hour. His mind too muddled and stressed. He
couldn't get those horrible images out of his head. Not just the torture and
burning of Rick but his mind kept playing back how Rick was touching his Kyle.
His mind making up a horrible nightmare where he couldn't move from the closest
and all he could do was watch. Watch his Kyle get violated and beaten.
Strangled.
And that wasn't the worst part. Kyle would look right into his eyes and reach
out for him. For help. Help he was failing to give. He awoke,gasping for air,
sitting up in bed quickly. He looked around. He was in Kyle's room. He looked
to the side, Kyle was still sound asleep. He looked at his hands. They were
covered in dirt,ash and dried blood. His eyes burned with tears again. He held
his head in his hands. His fingers ruffling his dirt matted hair.
There was no way he was getting back to sleep. He only was sleeping for that
little bit of time because his body totally passed out against his will. There
was so many questions going thru his head. Mostly questions like...
Why did he do that?
Why did he torture him?
He could have easily killed him like a dog in the woods and just shoot him but
no. He tortured him. He put him pure agony. Why? It didn't change what he did
to Kyle. It didn't fix Kyle's fragile mental state or injuries. Was it for his
own sick desires? Was he really as monstrous as he felt? He cut the guys skin
off and stapled it back on his burnt corpse for fucks sake.
All that blood and agony now has become a mute point and its heartbreaking. It
didn't fix Kyle's mental state or his for that matter.
It didn't fix anything.
He now wished Kyle would have talked him out of it but it probably wouldn't
have worked. He smiled bitterly. Kyle knew that. He suddenly felt a small arm
go across his legs, gently holding on to him. He looked down and saw Kyle's
concerned face. The red head spoke softly to him. "You ok?" Eric gently smiled
toward him and petted his red curls. "I'm fine, you go back to sleep. You need
it." Kyle gently moved Eric's hand away and sat up, looking him right in the
eye with that look that says. I know your not ok.He spoke softly, his voice
still waking up along with the rest of him. "Your not ok. Tell me whats wrong?"
Eric sighed and looked away. "I don't want you to have to carry my burdens."
Kyle forced his face to look at him. "You've carried mine, tell me right now,
Eric Theodore Cartman, whats wrong?" He really hated it when he said his full
name. Eric sighed and ran his hands thru his hair once again. "Was what I did
really necessary?" Kyle quirked an eyebrow. "You mean killing him?" Eric nodded
no. "I did more then kill him Kyle. I tortured him. Made him beg for mercy at
my hands. Why did I do that?"
Kyle thought for a second. He knew Eric was going to do a lot more then just
kill him so he was half expecting that. But he never expected this. This angst
and sorrow. This confusion. Kyle spoke his first thought. "Do you think maybe
you needed it?"
Eric looked confused toward Kyle. Kyle continued. "It may have not fixed
anything but I know you. You wouldn't have just simply killed him, you wanted
him to pay for what he did and to make up for whatyou think you failed at."
Eric looked sadly at him. "Protecting you." Kyle nodded but gently held Eric's
slightly chubby face in his small hands. "You didn't fail. Unless you were
living with me you wouldn't have been able to stop it. Please stop blaming
yourself for it." Eric gently held Kyles face in his hands as Kyle's hands
lowered.
He leaned his head down and kissed his forehead, whispering to him and leaning
his small frame into his much larger one. "I'll never leave your side again.
Even if I have to sneak in here and sleep here every night." Kyle smiled sadly.
"I love you to. That's all you had to say." Kyle looked at the clock. 7:27AM.
He smiled sleepily and proceeded to lay down. Forcing Eric down with him. Eric
smiled sadly and let him lay him down. He grabbed a tight but gentle hold on
him and held him close, slowly falling back to sleep again. Thank God it was
Saturday.
***** Chapter 7 *****
It wasn't three days after the incidents and murder of Rick that his parents
got curious as to where he was. He had to put cover up over his bruises on his
neck and wrists to hide it from his parents. All those days Eric stayed by his
side, to Sheila's displeasure. She finally kicked him out but Kyle knew he was
just waiting outside in his truck. Kyle ate very little. His mind still too
fogged to focus on much of anything. And too tired. He's been having
nightmares, keeping him from getting a good nights sleep. He's never been so
thankful for Eric's over-protective tendency. Gerald spoke first. "Hey Kyle.
Rick seemed to talk to you a lot. Did he tell you if he was going anywhere this
week?" Just the name of the former, now dead rapist brought back horrible
memories. He had to swallow them down, staring at his food. Anywhere but his
fathers naive eyes. "No, he didn't tell me anything."
His father hummed thoughtfully. "That's strange then. He's been real good about
coming over and letting us know what he's up to." Kyle finally gathered up the
courage to ask what he's always wondered. "Dad, where did you meet rick? He
doesn't seem like he would be a lawyer." Sheila looked over curious as well
thou she continued to quietly eat while her husband spoke. "Well, no he isn't.
I met him at the burger shop down the street from my work. I'm not sure what
his work is but we made small talk and soon became good friends. I've even met
some of his friends before." Kyle's heart froze. That psycho has friends? What
if they found out what happened? He made a mental note to tell Eric later
tonight.
His father continued. "I'm not sure what it is they do. I think construction or
something of that nature. They made me look pretty scrawny." He ended by adding
an awkward laugh. Finally dinner was over and Kyle told his mom he was going to
Stan's. He wasn't going to Stan's. Once he got outside he saw Eric still in his
truck, ever the faithful body guard. It made him smile a little bit. He walked
over,his coat wrung tightly around him. The evening starting to get colder. He
opened the door to Eric's truck and buckled up. Eric drove off, most likely to
Starks pond. Kyle wasn't sure. Just as Kyle suspected. Starks Pond. He sighed
heavily as Eric unbuckled his seat belt to bring the red head closer. Kyle
spoke, before thinking. "Rick has friends." Eric tensed up slightly but not
nearly as much as the little Jew in his arms.
"A lot of people have friends-" "Dad says there pretty big. He's met them
before, naive bastard." Eric sighed and held him tighter, leaning his forehead
into the Jews scarlet curls. "Relax. I'll be here to protect you. No matter
what. Ok?" Kyle sighed and nodded in agreement. Kyles eyes looked up to the
trucks ceiling. "He's probably told them. Told them about me, about what he
did." Kyle eyes started to water. "Someone like that doesn't have good
friends." Eric sighed heavily and put his buckle back on. "Put your seat belt
on." Kyle did as he was told, moving back to the passenger seat.
Eric parked his truck at a small weapons shop. They both got out of the truck
with a slam of the doors. Kyle looked strangely at it. "A weapons shop?" Eric
took his hand with a little smile. "I know someone." He said as he lead Kyle
inside the shop. Inside there was weapons and guns of every type hanging from
the walls. Kyle really liked the knives. "Ludwig!" Eric called, while walking
up to the counter, displaying all the pistols.
Suddenly an older mans voice called from the back, coated in a semi-thick
German accent. "I've told you a million times, My name is not Ludwig, Eric!"
Eric smirked as the older man, who was in the process of cleaning a German
Luger as he came out of the thick brown curtains.
"Well it's a hell of a lot easier to say then your real name." Ludwig just
smirked and laughed lightly. "Smart ass. What you need?" Eric sighed. "I need a
form of self-protection." Ludwig looked strangely at him for a moment before he
explained and pushed Kyle slightly in front of him. "For him." Ludwig nodded in
acknowledgment and smiled, holding out his oil covered hand for him to shake.
"Guten tag!you may call me Ludwig." Kyle smiled and took the hand gently in
his, trying to not to get his hand too messy. It didn't work as the German man
snatched his hand in his, shaking it enthusiasticly. "Is this the boy you told
me so much about Eric! Isn't he precious." Kyle blushed and back away, next to
Eric.
Eric laughed lightly. "he's harmless" he said toward the shy red head. Ludwig
went into businessmen mode. "so, what are you looking for? I've got tasers,
pepper spray, switch blades and don't tell anyone else this." He got in close
and whispered. "Ballistic knives." Kyle looked at Eric and asked in a whisper.
"Why did he whisper that?" Eric explained. "There highly illegal, pretty much
everywhere. But because I'm awesome like that he can cut us a deal." He said,
gloating slightly, causing Kyle to roll his eyes. Ludwig brought out a few
tasers and pepper spray canisters along with some pocket knives and a few small
pistols. "No guns." Eric looked at him strangely and kyle explained. "I don't
want to risk running out of ammo if someone is coming after me and I don't
trust myself to be a good shot." they nodded in agreement as Ludwig started to
put away the pistols. Eric stopped him. "Wait." He turned to Kyle. "get one
anyway. As a back up. If you get a small one you can hide it easily, anywhere.
And it's more threatening, even if you don't use it."
Kyle sighed and went with it. He now had one small pistol that he can hide
under his pillow. Soon he got one taser, a few pepper spray canisters and a
pocket knife to have with him at all times. Soon they bought everything and
Eric deiced to buy extra ammo for the small pistol. It only held 5 rounds. That
gave Kyle 5 chances to hit his mark. Kyle got curious. They weren't going
toward home. "Eric, where are we going?" "Middle of nowhere so you can train a
little with your new toys." Kyle's heart raced slightly. This would be his
first time shooting a gun. He hoped he didn't hurt himself or Eric in the
process. He's seen some you-tube videos where the recoil of the gun hit the
person holding it. He hoped that didn't happen.
Once they were there, Eric parked and set up some make-shift targets. All he
could make was snow men. about about 5 of them and went back to Kyle. He loaded
the pistol and handed, butt first to Kyle. "Here. This is how you always hand a
gun to someone. You point the barrel at you and the handle at them." Kyle
nodded and gently took the gun, as if it were made of glass. Eric then got
behind him and raised both of his arms and placed them where they needed to be
on the gun. His right cradled the bottom of the handle while his left was held
on the trigger. Eric then moved his finger to a small switch on the side of the
pistol. "That button right there is the safety. Having it off or on could mean
life or death for you. Right now it's on for your safety since your new. I want
you to switch it off." Kyles finger shakily pressed the tiny switch down,making
a bright orange spot appear. Its now off and ready to fire.
Kyle took in a deep breath and Eric looked worriedly toward him. "You ok?" Kyle
spoke, a little shaky from nerves but overall ready. "Yeah. I'm fine. Just a
little nervous. My first time shooting a gun." Eric smiled/smirked. "don't
worry. Its not that hard. Now look at the end of the barrel. You see that tiny
thing sticking out of it? That's your sights. You use that to aim. I want you
to aim it at the snowman." Eric started to move back but he continued talking.
"I'm only two feet behind you. If the shot is too much, I'll be here." Kyle
nodded. It was now or never. His fingers squeezed the trigger.
BAM!
The gun went off and kyle stumbled back slightly but not as much as both of
them thought. Eric held Kyles shoulders for a moment to steady him. Then smiled
toward him. Looking proud. "how was that?" Kyle smiled. "I like it." Eric
gently let go of Kyle and went to inspect the snow men. He found a shot and one
half toppled over form the bullet. Right in the gut. He smiled and jogged back
over to Kyle. "Dead shot. You killed him." Kyle smiled, proud of himself
actually being able to shoot. After about an hour of shooting and 100 rounds of
ammo later. Kyle had no problem getting head shots. He felt confident about
using it now, if he had to.
It was about midnight by the time they got back. Eric pulled the truck up to
the sidewalk and left the engine running but putting it in park. He didn't see
any lights on but he knew. They both knew. Sheila was watching and waiting.
Kyle sighed, looking away from his house. "I forgot to call her before. Shes
gonna kill me." Eric sighed heavily, putting a supportive arm around the little
Jew. Bring him closer in the process. "I'd bring you to my house but that will
probably just make things worse." Kyle wanted to stay in his grasp forever. He
felt so safe.
But he had to leave and he gently shrugged out of the embrace. "I guess I'll
see you tomorrow." Eric didn't like the idea of leaving his little Jew to fend
for himself in the wrath his his mom or even if Ricks "friends" decide to
visit. He wanted to be there but if Sheila was in there waiting there was no
way he was getting in. He was sleeping in the truck tonight. Eric sighed
heavily. "You know where to find me then." Kyle smiled sadly before opening the
truck door. "I love you Jew." Kyle's smiled brightened as he got out, speaking
before closing the door. "I love you to fat ass." He walked up to his door and
took a breath. This wasn't gonna be fun.
He opened it quietly. It was dark then suddenly a light came on. A small book
lamp, reviled his mom sitting in the recliner, looking pissed off. He closed
the door and Sheila started. Her voice seething with venom. "And where have you
been young man? Out with that Cartman boy?" Kyle was silent as placed his wal-
mart bag by the door. She continued. "I'm disappointed in you Kyle. You lied to
me." Kyle snapped, raising his voice slightly. "I wouldn't have to if you would
just accept him."
Sheila stood up, pointing her finger accusingly at her oldest son. "Don't you
take that tone with me young man." She paused then continued. " Now, I want the
truth. Are you gay?" Kyle spoke quietly. "Yes." she looked down, processing the
information. "I can live with that. Now, are you involved with that Cartman
boy?" Kyle swallowed hard. A lump forming in his throat. "Yes." He barely could
finish his sentence as she suddenly slapped him. He grabbed his aching cheek,
he nearly stumbled back from the force.
"Why? After all he has done to you? Our religion? Do you remember in 4th grade
when you all saw Passion of the Christ? Do you remember what he did kyle?" He
was silent as he held his aching cheek. His eyes watering. She roughly grabbed
his wrist in a bruising force. "yes..." Kyle spoke. His voice trembling. "He
tried to create a second holocaust." "That's right Kyle." her voice spoke
sweetly when she spoke that small sentience but went back to venom and hatred.
"He's nothing but a monster. I want you to stop seeing him first thing
tomorrow." His eyes flickered in anger. "No." "What! What! What!" "I said no.
He's changed, if you would give him a chance you would see that." She painfully
and suddenly twisted his wrist behind his back, he yelped in pain. "I will
never give that Jew killing, Nazi bastard any chance in this house. And neither
will you Kyle."
She suddenly forced him to the floor, his wrist still bent unnaturally. Tears
leaking out of his eyes. She whispered harshly. Making sure he heard every
word. "Get rid of him or I will." Hearing the threat in her voice,he
surrendered. "ok, I will." His voice cracked and broke. " Just don't hurt him."
Sheila smiled smugly and bent down to kiss the top of his red curls.
"That's a good boy bubbla. Now get to bed." Kyle slowly got up from off his
knees on the floor, using his good wrist, feeling the ache of a sprain starting
in his left. He got his wal-mart bag and limply headed upstairs. Once he made
it inside his room. He closed the door and leaned against it weakly. His
shoulders heaved gently in quiet sobs. Once he regained some composure he made
it to his bed. He didn't even try to put any pajamas on. His sobs continued,
being muffled by the pillow. His only comforting thought is that Eric was
outside in his truck right now watching over him.
The next day at school was a relief to Kyle. Anything to get out of his house,
away from his mother and anybody else who would want to hurt him. At lunch was
his chance. He grabbed Eric's wrist and lead him to an empty classroom Eric
looked confused and a little worried. Wondering what was on his Jew's mind. He
let Kyle speak first. Kyle sighed sadly, looking down. "My mom knows about us.
She doesn't want me seeing you anymore." Eric's eyes bugged out of his head
from shock. "And your gonna listen to her!" Kyle's eyes looked up with a slight
fire. "Fuck no... but you should keep your distance." Kyle swallowed the lump
forming in his throat. "She said get rid of him...or I will." Eric scoffed and
crossed his arms. "I'd like to see her try." "Please Eric." While Kyle rambled
on slightly, Eric's eyes got the sight of his little wrist. It was covered in
an ace bandage. he suddenly cut Kyle off by grabbing said wrist, not to gentle
either.
"Ow,Eric? What is-" "Who did this?" Kyle became silent and Eric got his answer
and he nearly growled possessively. "Have I ever told you your mom is the
biggest bitch in the world?" Kyle smiled sadly. Remembering his whole song from
4th grade. "Yes, you have." they both became silent for a moment. Eric, gently
inspecting the sprained wrist. Kyle spoke quietly. "And she called you a
monster." Those words stung Eric more then he cared to admit. To know people
still thought of him as that sadistic little boy from 4th grade. Eric had
nothing to say to that so he brought his little red head in closer, hugging him
gently and placing a tender kiss on the head of curls.
***** Chapter 8 *****
Kyle stared at the clock on the wall. In his second to last class and it can't
go any faster. It was lunch when he warned Eric about his mom and even before
that it was dragging. Not because it was boring. Because of the looks. Those
looks from his "fellow peers". Those looks didn't say "hey, heard you were
sick. You ok?" No. those looks said. "I know." How did they know? Thou he got
many stares and glances. He didn't know why thou. As far as he knows he was out
of school for near a week and he didn't really talk to anybody else aside from
Eric and his parents. Stan and Kenny only a little but he did that to reassure
him he was sick and would be back in school another day.
He didn't tell anyone aside from Eric of what happened so why the looks? Was he
just paranoid? Finally the bell rang and he took his time getting out of class.
Not just to avoid the crowd of kids but some of his injures were still healing.
They ached just enough to remember. He sighed as he walked the hallway to his
locker but he looked up and saw people surrounding his locker. Confused he
started to walk closer when suddenly he heard Erics voice, booming and
threatening. "WHO DID THIS?" Kyle sprinted toward his locker and pushed thru
the crowed then stopped dead seeing his locker.
A giant red "A" splattered onto his locker, slightly spread to the others
neighboring his. His heart stopped when he realized what that "A" meant.
Somebody knew. Eric looked to the side and saw Kyle. In his rage he failed to
see him but saw him too late as he ran from the crowd. He couldn't get the
horror stricken and broken look out of his mind. He growled and punched his
fist into Kyle's locker and walked toward where kyle ran. Having a suspicion he
was in the bathroom. Thou some kids ran off and went to there next class, some
lingered in awe at the huge dent in the middle of Kyles locker, making the
still wet letter "A" misshapen.
Kyle ran into the boys bathroom, quickly hiding into a stall, trying to calm
himself down. His breath heavy as he leaned his forearms on stall. Not daring
to sit for fear of breaking down into tears. He felt himself start to
hyperventilate until he heard the door to the boys room open, making his heart
stop. He quickly sat down not wanting to be noticed or secretly hoping it's
Eric. He heard the lock click and his heart pounded. He saw the feet of the
mysterious person. Knowing it isn't Eric, he would have called for him by now.
Who found him and locked him in? The feet reached his stall. He waited for them
to talk.
"Hello Kyle. It's been a long time." Ok, he was confused. Confused and
terrified. He didn't think to bring one of his weapons to school, labeling his
bedroom and house more dangerous. "I know what happened to you. I know about
Rick. " Suddenly the stall door slammed open, starling the poor red head.
Hadn't he locked it? He felt strong hands grab his shirt,throwing him against
the nearest wall. Tears were already making there way down kyles face but he
barely got a chance to fight back when the mysterious,violent man forced him up
and held his jaw and head steady.
Kyle got a good look at the man currently holding his jaw. He had red hair,
slightly curly but not much. Freckles and a dark smirk plastered in his face.
For Some reason he seemed so familiar. "Come'on Kyle. Your smart. You should
know me." suddenly his face took a dark turn.
"Your...boyfriendkilled my parents. Slaughtered them into chili." Kyle's mouth
opened in shock. His voice coming out quiet and shaky. "Scott... Tenorman?"
Scott laughed lowly. "Now you remember." His face quickly frowning and going
dark and serious again. "Now your probably wondering why I'm here. How do I
know? I know because I knew Rick and saw how friendly your dad was with him. He
would come back, talk to me and his other friends, who, for your safety, also
have a less then friendly interest in you. And he would tell us about you.
About what he had been wanting to do. After not coming back for two days we
knew something happened to him. That was around the time I found out you have
been seeing Eric Cartman for some time." he nearly growled into kyles ear.
Threatening and full of hatred. Kyle just trembled. "And that's when I realized
Cartman killed him. I know just what he is capable of and know-"
Suddenly the bathroom door made a huge thudding sound, surprising them both of
them. Scott let go of kyle and went over to the door. The thudding on the door
continued rhythmically until he unlocked it and it came flying open, hitting
the wall and Eric Cartman falling thru it, flat on his face. He quickly got
back up, looking up at Scott. He growled and quickly slammed him into the
mirrors, breaking them. Scott hissed in pain. "You. Why the fuck are you here!"
Scott laughed, lowly. "I came to warn poor kyle over there." His face turned
dark and serious once more. "Rick was a part of a cult. Same one I'm in thou
for different reasons then them, actually it was right around the time you
killed my-" Eric slammed him to the ground harshly. Before Scott could get back
up he stepped on his chest, keeping him there.
"Get to your point." Scott coughed, nearly wheezing with the heavy booted foot
on top of his chest. "He is apart of a cult. Well...maybe that's not the right
word for it. At one point in history it was a whole religion or based on one."
Scoot looked into Erics eyes. Boring into them. "You should be able to figure
this one out Cartman. At one point you made a fan club entirely devoted not
only to Mel Gibson but..." Eric was taken back in thought and memories.
He remembers clearly as a 9 year old boy in his room, in a Hitler uniform,
speaking fluent German. He speaks quietly. "No." Scott laughed. Well as much as
he could with his chest being crushed. "I knew you could figure it out tubby.
You've never been stupid. His cult was formed right around the time your little
reign,your temper tantrum, ended. So in a way, your little damsel in distress,
your little Jew, is in danger, was raped...all because of you and now there
planning something. Something big and most likely ending with his death." Took
a couple of seconds for Scotts words to ring thru his mind but before he could
feel any guilt someone walked thru the bathroom door. "Kyle?" Kyle looked up
from his knees. Having been curled into a little ball in the same spot as
before. "Stan?" His voice came out quiet and surprised.
Stan took one look around and immediately went after Eric. "What the fuck did
you do Cartman?" Stan ran over to Kyle, who had tears in his eyes and still
flowing down his face. Stan spoke in a near whisper. Concern lacing his voice.
"Are you ok? What happened?" Kyle took a long breath. "It's...a long story."
"What in heavens name is going on in here?" Came the sudden and very surprised
voice of . Eric brought his foot off of Scotts chest and he took in a deep
breath. "Everyone to the principles office now!"
And that's where they are now. Eric stood, pacing back and fourth. Still on
edge and on guard for kyle's sake. Scott, currently sitting slumped in a chair,
ice pack being held behind his head. Kyle sitting as well but in shock. Still
taking in the information he just learned.
And last, Stan on the other side of Kyle, trying to comfort him but some of his
touches were a little too much for Eric to feel comfortable with but he kept
his jealously and possession under control. He's already in enough trouble.
Principal Victoria now walked in with following.
Once she sat down, she sighed, heavily. "I really don't know what I'm going to
do with you kids. Especially you Eric. " Eric sputtered. "Me!" "Yes you, Eric!
You smashed Scott's head against the mirror! I hope you are aware that YOU will
be paying us back for it. Now to get on to business. Does anyone want to tell
me what caused Scott Tenorman's head to become embedded with glass?" No one
spoke so Eric spoke up again. Keeping his voice political and steady. All
business. Just anything to get him and kyle out of the fucking school faster.
"Someone has been harassing Kyle for a small while. It's now followed him to
school where someone whom I wont name, but are in this room. " He glared at
Scott. "And is holding an ice pack to his head." Glare. "That nameless person
painted, sloppily, I might add, onto Kyle's locker, a giant letter "A" and I
can assure you that didn't mean he did well on a test. He ran off to the
bathroom where Scott got to him first. Confronting him and harassing him even
more. I tried to get in but it was locked. Once in I saw poor kyle, stiff
against the wall in fear. I acted. Now, it wasn't the best of judgments and I
assure you I will pay you back for the mirror."
She looked to Kyle. "Is all of that true kyle?" He nodded but didn't speak. She
sighed heavily and spoke. "Now Scott you of all people should know this school
has a zero tolerance on bullying and harassment. You've been held back two
times already. You should have graduated two years ago but that doesn't mean
you can go around, painting giant letters on kids lockers. ?" Scott just
laughed lightly. "Ok. I painted the letter on Kyle's locker and yes I
confronted him in the boys bathroom but that's all. I didn't do anything else.
That was all Rick and now he's dead." Everyone in the room was shocked, some
horrified and others just down right confused.
Principal Victoria tried to speak but Eric beat her to it. He punched Scott in
the face and Stan quickly stood up, stopping Eric from pounding the red head
now fallen onto the floor with a bleeding nose. Thank god for his football.
"Cartman! Stop!"Stan yelled. "Eric Cartman! Unless you want to be expelled with
a criminal record of assault I demand you calm down now!" Eric breathed
heavily, Stans arms still wrapped tightly around his arms. Binding them.
Once stand found him clam enough he let go and went back to kyle who was now
silently sobbing into his hands. There was a tense silence in the air. chose to
break that silence. "Now I can sense there might more then just bullying.
Perhaps we should bring that to light, it might help clear the situation?"
Princeton Victoria looked to kyle. "Kyle, can you please tell us what is going
on?" He looked up. "May I talk to you privately then?" She looked sympathetic
toward him. "Of corse." She rose her voice to the rest of the room. With the
exception of . "Can you all wait in the hallway." "Except Stan." All looked
toward him. He looked into Stans deep blue eyes. "You should know to. Please
stay." "Stay here ." Principal Victoria spoke harshly but understanding at the
same time. She continued. "Eric and Scott. Please wait in the hallway."
The door was practically slammed shut in there face by Stan. Once it was closed
Eric just glared at Scott. He went to sit down on a nearby chair. Crossing his
arms over his chest and waiting. Not wanting to even acknowledge the other. A
few minutes later a muffled yell thou clearly heard from Stan. "WHAT?" emitted
from the room. Followed by the cliche. "I'll kill him. I'm sorry. I'm always
here."
He could hear the muffled cries from his Jew follow. He hated he couldn't be in
there. To comfort him, protect him. He felt helpless. It made his eyes water
and his throat tighten but he put on a tough face. Looking indifferent. He
spoke quietly toward Scott. "What is that cult planning?" Scott just smirked.
"Concerned now? You didn't seem too concerned when you were pounding my head
into the mirror while your little day walker curled himself into a ball of
tears." Eric pretended that those words didn't hurt. "Answer the question. What
are they planning?" Scott frowned. "no fun. No fun at all." He was silent a
moment.
"There planning on sacrificing him. They want to appease our lord and savior
and for some reason they think that torture and burned at the stake will help
please our lord. There the cause why so many Jewish people in Colorado have
gone missing. Any chance they get and by that I mean personally meet somebody
who happens to be Jewish, they take that chance to break them and kill them.
Kyle's been lucky so far. You think rape is the worst he'll go thru? And now
you killed off poor Rick." "How did you know that?" Eric spoke quickly. Wanting
the question gone.
Scott laughed like it was a funny joke. Doubling over, hand on his sides. "Oh,
ha hah! Please! How could I not know? Did you forget what you did to me when
you were 9? I'm not stupid. And he was a favorite of our...lets say lack of a
better word...priest. And now you killed him. Killed him, killed him, killed
him and now not only will they come after Kyle, they'll come after you."
Suddenly the door opened, surprising and scaring both of them. Making them
jump. Kyle actually broke a smile at that since he was the first one out the
door.
Eric stood up quickly and spoke to kyle quietly. Forgetting (or ignoring) that
Stan was behind him. "Your last class started 15 minutes ago. Wanna just go
home?" Kyle smiled wearily. "Yeah, I'd' like that." Stan spoke. "But kyle you
have.." "Stan don't. I just want to go home." Stan never heard his friend sound
so defeated. He let it go. "Ok. Get some rest then." Kyle nodded and hugged
him. "Thanks, for being such a good friend." Stan smiled back and that same
jealousy as before was swarming thru out Eric. Once again, kept his cool. Kyle
took his hand and Eric lead him out to his pick up truck were they both sat in
silence for about 5 minutes. In those 5 minutes kyle cried, silently.
Eric sighed heavily and started the truck driving Kyle home. He didn't care
anymore if sheila hated him and threatened him. Both he and Kyle's lives are at
stake. If he was gonna die, he wanted to die protecting what's most precious to
him and that meant ignoring his bitch of a mother.
***** Chapter 9 *****
Eric drove about an hour out of south park to a spot he used to come to by
himself whenever he was upset or had thinking to do. Often those thoughts
involved the red head in the passenger seat but that was before they got
together. There was nothing but mountain and snowy fields,still in the process
of melting from springs arrival. Some grass just poking out above the snow. He
and Kyle now sat in the bed of his truck snuggled. Eric had to block out the
images of Rick, bleeding and broken in the bed of his truck, in the spot Kyle
was sitting in. His mind started to drift back to that horrible night, until
Kyle broke his thoughts when he spoke. He sat up just enough to look Eric in
his blue eyes.
"I know you know whats going on. I was so lost in panic in the bathroom, I
barely could hear you both. Whats going on?" Eric sighed heavily. This was
something he didn't want to discuss at the moment but he had to know. "Rick was
apart of an anti-Semitic cult. He found out your family was Jewish by
befriending your dad on chance." He paused, looking down. Finding the right
words. "The cult is now targeting you. Possibly your family as well." Eric
looked up and was surprised. Kyles eyes weren't wide with shock or fear. Just
blank and numb. He hated that look. He didn't have time to speak when Kyle cut
him off from speaking. "Why?" Eric spoke back. "What do you mean by why?" Kyle
looked back up at him. His eyes growing watery. "I mean, why are they doing
this? Why are they targeting me? My family?Just because were Jewish?"
There was a pause and Eric tried his hardest to think of an answer that would
help his little boyfriend but he was cut off again. "When you were nine you
tried to create a second holocaust. Why did you do that? What did we do that
was so horrible?" Eric felt a pang of guilt and anger. He didn't want to think
about what he did in the past. He knows it was horrible and truthfully, he
didn't know what he was thinking. He spoke. "I-I don't know-" "You don't know?
How can you not know-" "don't start this kahl." He snapped to the little red
head. Not bothering to say his name properly. his old nickname coming out.
Kyle's anger flared and he stood up on the snowy ground, facing Eric, his green
eyes a ablaze with a familiar fire. "I am starting this! You have an answer,
you just don't want to tell me!" He yelled as he pointed an accusing finger at
Eric. Eric stood up, facing kyle, nearly towering over him. Kyle was 5'7. Eric
was 6'7 and most of his weight came from muscle but it didn't stop kyle from
accusing or back down. He kept his fiery glare fixed on Erics cold blue orbs.
"Maybe I just don't want to think about that. You know I don't like to talk
about my past." "Well right now is a good time to talk about it. Tell me why
you did that." Eric nearly growled. "I don't have to tell you anything." Kyle
slapped hi face, hard. Hard enough to whip his head to the side. He had to stop
himself from attacking kyle on the spot. His flight or fight response flaring
up, bottling it down. Kyle growled and hissed back. "You fucking fat ass. Tell
me why, right now. I'm sick and tired of hiding and needing protection." Tears
of anger were flowing down Kyles face. Eric took a strong hold on both of kyles
small arms, being careful, even in fits of anger making sure to be careful.
"You say your tired of my protection?" Kyle paled a little but tried to fight
back. "I didn't say that-" "You might as well have. You said, I'm sick and
tired of hiding and needing protection. I'm your protection. Are you saying
your tired of me?"
Kyle froze in his arms. Eric continued. "You want to know this badly and yet
the answer isn't even the one your looking for. You want to know why these
groups do this, not why I did it...I wanted power. Ok? You have any idea how it
is having a whore for a mom, who is gone almost all of the time, nearly ignores
you when she comes home then to come to school were even my only friends make
fun of me along with the rest of town. Nobody ever wanted me. Not even my mom.
Certainly not Stan, Kenny, you. " Eric sighed, his speech over, he looked down,
the snow now becoming very interesting.
He spoke, knowing Kyle wasn't going to any time soon and the silence was
killing him. "You got your answer. You happy now?" Kyle smiled sadly. "No."
Eric looked up with a small, sad smirk. "Didn't think so." Kyle let his smile
drop to one of worry. He spoke quietly. As if speaking louder would alert the
group targeting him and his family. "Should we tell my family?" Eric paused,
thinking. Hating the answer because he really...really... REALLY didn't want to
put up with Sheila at the moment. On a normal day he could tolerate her for the
sake of his boyfriend but now if she started shit with him (which he knew she
would) he wasn't sure if he could hold himself back from punching the daylights
out of her."Yeah. Lets go get that over with." They both walked back to the
truck, driving back to south park.
Before they even made it inside she knew Eric was there. Soon as they started
walking up the walkway to his house she slammed the door opened, her face
furious. "I want you out of here!" Kyle ran up to her in an attempt to calm her
down. "Mom, please listen-" "No Kyle! I want him gone!" After a few more failed
attempts to peacefully calm his mother down, Eric decided it was time to do
this his way.
With a growl under his breath he walked up, she saw what he was going to do and
tried to punch him away but he easily blocked it and dragged her inside by both
of her arms, pined behind her. "What! How dare you young man!" He nearly threw
her on the couch. Her yelling has finally alerted the rest of the Jewish
family. Gerald poked his head in from the dining room, having been in the
basement. "Whats going on?" He walked in quietly and stood next to sheila and
Ike poked his head from below the stir railing.
Kyle signaled for him to join the rest of the confused and angry (in sheilas
case) family. Eric didn't wait for them to quiet down themselves. "QUIET!" He
really would have liked to say shut up but he was actually trying (trying is
the key word there) to be in a sense, nice and saying shut up seemed to
forceful for the moment...thou he did throw sheila on the couch...
All went silent and looked to him confused. Kyle signaled for him to speak.
Eric took it. Speaking loud enough to assert dominance over the room but not
enough to be yelling. "Do you all Remember Rick?" just the name sent a shiver
down Kyles spine. "Remember how he went missing? Well, apparently new
information has been brought to me and Kyle about Rick. Gerald?" Gerald looked
up hesitantly. "Did you know your newest best friend was apart of an anti-
Semitic cult? We just found out and now there targeting Kyle and perhaps the
rest of your family. " Sheila still glared to Eric. "How do we know this
information is true, Eric? How do we know your not apart of said cult? You did
try to start a second...SECOND! Holocaust." She now stood up. Poking an
accusing finger at Eric. Eric snarled and slapped her hand away harshly. "If I
was why would I be here, warning you when I could easily kill you?" Kyle stood
back, knowing this was going to get very ugly, very fast.
He whispered to Ike to go upstairs. Ike ran up the stairs and Gerald quietly
left back to his room in the basement. Sheila growled and hissed back. "I'd
like to see you try." Eric could do nothing but laughed lowly and manically at
that. "You have no idea. No fucking idea. You want to know what happened to
Rick? People don't just go missing. Something happens to them." Kyle stepped
in, his hand on Eric's arm. His face fearful and pale. "Eric, don't." Eric
turned his head, his eyes cold but warmer as he looked at kyle.
Sheila continued to glare. "What did you do to him Eric? He was a good man-
" Eric burst laughing then. No longer able to keep the manic laughter bottled
up. "Good man?" suddenly his face turned deadly serious as he pushed Sheila
back to the couch. "GOOD MAN! You think he was a good...man? You are so naive
and ignorant it isn't even funny. You want to know what he did." "Eric no!" But
Eric continued, his voice serious, near a whisper as he got close to Sheilas
face, making sure she heard every word.
"While you were asleep, he went into Kyles bedroom and raped him." He heard
Sheila gasp in disbelief. Her face not wanting to believe it. He continued.
"And not just once. The next day, when he was sick. He stayed home from school
and had this...good man look after him while you went to work. He not only
raped him again, he strangled him. I don't know for how long but your son could
have died from him and yet you see me as the bad guy and Rick the unsung hero."
Kyles hands were at his mouth as he quiets his crying. Tears pouring down as
his mind relived every painful bit of what happened.
Eric lifted up and she looked to Kyle standing flush against the wall, his
shoulders heaving just slightly as he tries to keep control of his tears. She
didn't want to believe it but one look at her son and she knew it was true.
Rick had turned her once strong, confidant son into something broken and used
and scared. She got up off the couch and slowly walked over to him. Tears
starting to grow in her eyes. Once she was face to face with her oldest son she
spoke. Her voice a whisper. "It's true. He really did all those horrible things
to you?" All kyle could do was nod. She gently took him in her arms, hugging
him. He cried a little in her arms, his shoulders heaving just slightly. She
whispered and brushed his hair with her hand. "shh, I'm so sorry bubbla. I had
no idea."
He sniffled and lifted his head up. "I know you didn't an didn't want you to
know." Sheila looked sadly once more. "Is this why Eric has been with you so
much lately?" Kyle smiled sadly. "yeah. He's been protecting me." Sheila turned
to Eric, gently letting kyle out of her arms. "You love my son, don't you
Eric?" Wow it was Eric's turn to smile softly. "Yes, mam." Sheila mocked shock.
"Mam? Your calling me mam?" Eric walked to kyles side and took his smaller hand
in his tightly. "well isn't that what you call your boyfriends mother? It's
only proper." He smirked slightly, she smiled.
She sighed. "I guess I have no choice but to approve of this now, don't I ?"
she smiled softly and put her hands on either side of kyles shoulders. "You
have my permission Eric, to protect kyle at all costs, even if that means your
with us 24/7. I just want my bubbla safe." Eric looked serious . "I promise. I
wont let anything happen to him." Sheila smiled but looked just as serious. "I
know. I'm sorry Eric, I was wrong about you. Now, I have to go get dinner
together. Eric, your welcome to stay with us long as you need." Eric smiled as
she walked away into the kitchen. Kyles mom may have been a crazy bitch, but
now she was a crazy bitch on his side. He felt that Kyle would be safe in the
house if he hadn't had Eric to protect him.
***** Chapter 10 *****
Once they were upstairs, Eric locked the door, speaking in an almost whisper.
"Where are the weapons I bought you?" Kyle looked worriedly at him but
answered, pointing to different spots around the room. "The knife is in my
bedside desk, the taser is in my top dresser shelf and the..." Kyle swallowed
audibly. "The gun is under my pillow. Why do you ask?" Eric sighed and walked
over to the locations, one by one, making sure the weapons are in the spots his
little red head said. "Because, I'm taking your mom up on her offer. I'm
staying here and I needed to know where they are." He saw Kyle visibly relax as
he said he was staying. The thought of Eric staying over his was very
comforting to him. He felt safe already.
Kyle began to sigh but was cut off by the doorbell. Both he and Eric froze in
fear. They heard his mother answer the door. "Hello, Is kyle home?" The voice
was muffled but they could tell it was male. Once they heard the creaking of
each individual stair, Eric got out his own personal handgun and stood by the
dresser, hiding behind it, prepared to fire if he need to. He unlocked the door
before it opened and he burst out, the gun in Stans face. Kyle yelled almost
same time as Stan. "Eric stop!" "Dude! Fuck! It's me!" Eric let out a
frustrated sigh. He put his handgun away and pointed an accusing finger at
Stan. "Next time you come in this house, you announce yourself, got that
hippie?" Stan was still shaken up and feebly agreed. "Yeah...sure." He got
sight of Kyle and made his way over. Books and papers in hand.
Kyle sighed, knowing he had homework. He gently grabbed them from Stan, walking
them over to the desk. When he turned around, he saw Stan just looked
sympathetic. " told me to bring you your homework since you missed your last
two classes." Kyle smiled weakly. "Thanks for bringing them." "How you been?"
Stan blurted out. Just finding out about his super best friends horrible
situation, he felt like he had been neglecting him and in a way left out.
Before kyle could answer. Stan spoke again. Concern clearly written across his
face. "Are you ok?" Kyle sighed heavily. He really didn't feel like talking
about this. Not now. "Stan, I'm fine." Yet Stan didn't seem satisfied with his
answer. "Your fine? You just...just..."
Stan couldn't bring himself to say it, too scared of bringing up bad memories.
Kyle had enough. He didn't want people treating him like he was some broken
porcelain doll. He glared at Stan, speaking sternly. "Say it Stan." Stan was
still at a loss for words. Kyle continued on. "Say it!" Eric put a strong hold
on Stans shoulder. His voice stern but softer. Understanding the hurt Stan is
going thru. "You should go." Stan looked at him, pleading for him to stay and
find his answers but his pleading went mute.
He sighed and started to walk out. Before he went out the open bedroom door he
turned to Kyle. His eyes sad, like puppy eyes. "Kyle, I'm still always here for
you. You know that?" Kyle nodded and spoke softly. "Yeah, I do." Stan just took
a breath and left down the stairs. Kyle took a deep breath and sat on his bed,
his head in his hands. Eric closed and locked the door once more and walked
over, his large arm gently around Kyles shoulders. Eric didn't ask questions.
He knew the little red head was much like a cat. You cant force him to do or
say anything he doesn't want. Long as you give him enough time, he tell you all
you want to know.
And Erics theory was proved right after about 5 minutes of sitting in silence,
kyle spoke, his voice just a tad shaky but full of fire and anger. "I don't
want to be treated like a fucking glass doll. I'm not going to break." Eric
could feel the trembling in Kyles small body, his hands were visibly shaking.
He gently took both Kyles hands in his, exposing his tear stained face. He
looked seriously toward kyle. The Jews eyes watery eyes still focused on the
hard word floor. "Then stop acting like it." Kyle glared, his head shooting up
to meet Erics steely, blue eyed stare. "What?" Eric remained serious. "You
heard me. If you don't want to be treated like a glass doll about to break,
then stop. acting. like it." He saw Kyles greens flare and face redden with
anger but he stopped him and continued speaking.
"You used to be such a fighter. What happened to that fighter? Huh? In the
bathroom, when Scott attacked you. You sprang into a panic attack instead of
trying to fight back. Yes, I know all your weapons were here at home but what
happened to even attempting to use your fists?" Kyle stuttered, knowing Eric
wars Right. "I-I don't know." "I know. Your scared." Kyle looked at him with a
incredulous look. Wasn't it obvious he was scared? Eric continued. "I know your
scared, hell I know your probably terrified but that doesn't give reason to not
even try to fight back." Eric took a deep breath, looking at the hardwood of
kyles floor.
"You have any idea how scared I am?" Kyle looked strangely at him. "Scared I
wont be there. Scared I wont be able to protect you. Scared of every goddamn
sound and creek, thinking it might be somebody who means you harm." Kyle gently
forced Eric's head up to meet his once again. He saw Eric's blues watery but
with an intense gaze. "I'm sorry. This whole situation has me so out of my zone
that I didn't know what to do. " Kyle paused and Eric started to gently caress
his hand, looking at how small it is compared to his. Kyle continued. "You know
it wasn't the fact that I was raped that broke me. It was the fact that it
wasn't you." Eric tensed and looked into kyles green, watery orbs. Kyle
continued. His voice becoming thick. " The fact that someone was doing
something sexual to me and it wasn't you..." Kyle bit his lip and looked down.
He couldn't speak, his emotions getting the best of him. Eric harshly yet
gently put both his large hands on either side of Kyles now tear stained face,
forcing him to look into his eyes.
Eric spoke, full of determination. "Kyle, you listen to me. It wasn't your
fault. You didn't cheat on me, you have nothing to be sorry for." Kyle closed
his eyes, not able to look into Erics intense gaze. "He ripped your shirt."
Eric laughed bitterly. "You were raped, a cult is out to get you and you worry
about the shirt I gave you?" Kyle was next to laugh bitterly, a few tears
escaping. Eric gently wiped his tears away, bringing him in close, letting his
head of curls rest on his chest as he kissed the top of said curls. "I love you
so much." Kyle smiled. "I love you to."After a few moments Kyle lifted his head
up, looking into Erics face. Eric looked strangely at him.
Before the brunette could speak Kyles launched himself at him, crashing his
lips to his, forcing his tongue inside his mouth. Eric wanted to moan but was
too scared to,thinking it might end the wonderful kiss. It felt like it had
been a lifetime since the last time they kissed or did much.
Before the kiss could escalate, Eric gently pushed him away by his shoulders.
He looked worriedly at Kyle. "What are you doing?" Kyle nearly frowned but
straddled Erics lap, as he sat on the side of the bed. "Kissing you, what the
hell did you think?"
He started to attacked Erics lips again and Eric could feel his member coming
to life. He pushed kyle away again, gently. "Don't you think this might be a
bit too soon?" He heard kyle growl. "Dammit Eric, didn't you hear a word I said
before. I don't want to be treated like a glass doll." Kyle paused, his anger
leaving him. He sighed and Eric just watched with fascination. His little Jew
always made him wonder. " I miss you. I miss being with you. I don't want to
wait for this whole situation to blow over. There's a possibility one of us
could die before its over and I want to be with you, at least one more time
before that can happen."
Eric still looked worried. He spoke quietly. "You sure you want to to this?"
Kyle nearly wanted to scream. "Yes! Eric! Yes, I want this!" Eric sighed and
spoke. "If I'm hurting you or if there's memory flashbacks, I want you to tell
me to stop. Got that?" He got answered with another crash of those wonderfully
pouty lips.
Eric this time, obliged and gently laid him down on the bed, there lips still
connected. Once he was laid down, Kyle stopped it. Eric looked worried. Had he
done something? Kyle spoke, his face blushing. "Just...be gentle with me. Ok?"
Eric just smiled softly and went back to kissing him. He spoke into the kiss.
"Of corse." They continued to kiss, tongues battling for dominance.
His lips started to nibble on his neck, large hands slowly unbuttoning each
button on Kyles shirt. He heard the red head let out a breathy moan. It had
been too long. He could tell just how sensitive the redhead underneath him is.
Once his shirt was gone, he kissed down his chest, pinching a nipple, causing
kyle to bite his lip, not wanting to be too loud but by God it felt good to be
touched by Eric again. He felt large hands unbutton his jeans. His member
aching with need. He moaned slightly as his member was released outside of his
pants. Eric quickly did away with said jeans and boxers, leaving him a
nude,writhing mess on the bed. Suddenly he felt lips wrap around him. He
couldn't hold himself back. He moaned, loudly. "ahh...god."
Eric bobbed his head up and down the shaft, making it slick and easier to move.
Kyle then forced his head up, breathing heavy, his face and body a tinge of
pink all over and eyes lidded over with lust. God how Eric had missed this.
Kyle had no idea how beautiful he was. His red curls like a halo around his
head a contrast against the white pillow beneath his head. Kyle spoke, his
breathing still heavy. "Stop...I don't...want to cum yet." Eric smiled softly
and his hands went to the desk next to kyles bed, quickly finding the lube. He
slicked up a few fingers and entered one slicked up finger inside the small
entrance.
He heard Kyle wince in pain and stopped immediately. Wanting a signal to go
ahead or stop. Kyle sighed, a little annoyed. "Keep going." Eric obliged and
gently thrust his slicked finger in and out of the entrance. Once he was
stretched enough he added a second finger and found that wonderful bundle of
nerves. "ahh!" Kyle involuntarily bucked his hips into the touch. Eric smiled
and added a third finger, making sure he's stretched and prepared properly..
Once kyle was nothing but a writhing, moaning mess. He knew he was ready.
He quickly discarded all his cloths, forgetting about his own cloths and
slicked up his own hard member. Once he felt slicked up enough he gently laid
over top of Kyle, positioning himself at his entrance. He looked in kyles eyes
for an answer. If he was ready. Once again Kyle answered with a kiss, crashing
and beautiful. In that moment Eric took the moment to thrust in, gently. Going
inch by inch. Kyle stopped kissing once he felt Eric's member inside of him. It
felt wonderful. He felt complete again. He felt every descriptive word of a
virgin on there wedding night.
Once Eric was all the way in he waited a moment. Letting Kyles body relax. Kyle
nodded his head to go and Eric was more then happy to do so. It was taking all
his strength not to pound into him. He went at a slow and steady pace, making
sure to graze his prostate every time. He felt Kyles breath in his ear as he
let out a breathy moan. The red head bit his lip, making it red and sore in an
attempt to stifle the louder moans. He suddenly hear Kyle speak up. His voice
laced with lust thou it came out slightly cracked, worrying Eric. "F-Faster."
He worried and gently wrapped his arms around Kyles head, gently forcing Kyle
to look into his eyes.
His voice came out breathy and whispered. "It's only me." Kyle spoke next, his
voice wobbly, breathy and full of so many emotions that Eric couldn't even
begin to name one. He looked straight into Erics blues. "Eric." Eric smiled
softly, kissing the side of his temple tenderly. He then obliged with his
little Jews orders.
He sped up his pace, starting to feel his oncoming climax. Suddenly Kyle let
out a particularly loud moan. Hitting the writhing red heads prostate each
time. Kyle wrapped himself around Erics thrusting hips and hard shoulders.
Griping, feeling his orgasm on the edge.
Eric leaned his forehead on kyles head, letting out a guttural moan as his shot
his seed into the abused entrance. Kyle soon followed after, making there
stomachs wet and sticky. Eric stayed still along with Kyle for a moment,
looking into the red heads eyes. He felt his heart freeze, if only for a second
at the sight of tears in the green orbs. He spoke, worried. "You ok? I didn't
hurt you?" Kyle smiled softly but to Eric it looked sad. "No." Kyle took a
shaky breath. "You didn't. You were wonderful." Eric narrowed his eyes,
questioning him. "Your crying. Your voice was cracking." Kyle closed his eyes
and took a deep breath. Steadying his nerves. "Yes, I know." Eric slid out of
him gently, laying on the side, gently wrapping his arms around his waist and
one over top of his head, playing with a few curls.
Eric spoke softly. "Tell me the truth. You saw him, didn't you?" Kyle opened
his eyes, tears brimming along the already red edges. He spoke. His voice a
whisper, sounding haunted and far away. "Yes." Eric was about to speak and
ramble. And kyle knew it would only lead to an argument. Just before Eric
opened his mouth to speak, kyle placed his hand on his mouth to shush him. He
spoke softly, not wanting to show the turmoil going on inside of him, keeping
his voice steady. "Yes, I did see him but you knew that already. I know you
knew it. You wouldn't have reassured me if you hadn't thought that." Kyle
swallowed. "I did see him, until you forced me to look in your eyes and
reassured me it was you." Kyles lip started trembling, giving away to his
torrent of emotions.
He held his eyes downward, hating himself for being so weak. "I love you so
much and I want to continue this. I want to make love to you over and over
again until the memory of him is gone." Kyle suddenly looked up into Erics
shocked blue orbs. They looked like oceans, they were teary and full of guilt
and another emotion he couldn't quite name. Admiration? He wasn't sure. "Even
if he haunts me, I know my angel will be there to chase him away."
Eric trailed his hand that was above Kyles head, playing with curls to his
cheek, gently tracing little circles. Tears escaped his oceanic eyes. He smiled
sadly, bringing kyles lips to his gently. "That's my fighter." Kyle smiled a
little brighter, a small cry escaping his mouth in the form of broken laughter.
***** Chapter 11 *****
It was 3AM and Eric was wide awake. Being so close and able to protect his
little red head put him on edge and he stayed on guard over him all night. He
watched as Kyle slept peacefully for once since this all happened. Right now he
sat up in bed, leaning against the headboard, gently trailing his hand up and
down Kyle's tee shirt covered back. Feeling bad about the shirt he gave him
getting torn in the horrific incident, he gave him another one of his favorite
shirts.
Frankly he didn't care if it got ripped or even stained. As long as it meant
kyle was happy. He watched as the full moon shone lightly on his Jews milky
skin, making the red ringlets glitter slightly, it almost looked gold. God, he
was beautiful and he was his. He smiled slightly at the thought when suddenly
he heard a creek. He quickly grabbed his pistol and listened for the sound
again. He heard it and followed it. It came form out side the window. He looked
toward the sound and saw a large bush by the steps, brushing up against the
siding of the house. He lowered his weapon, deeming it safe for the moment..
It was now 8Am and Eric felt exhausted as he pressed the button on the coffee
maker. He yawned, looking over toward the table, seeing a very sleepy red head.
Kyles head was resting on the table, his arms being used as pillows. It brought
a smile to Erics face seeing him like that. It took a lot of coxing to get his
red head up and going, at least enough to walk downstairs. He wasn't about to
leave Kyle alone, even for a moment of making coffee. Going to the bathroom
would be an exception, only after he cleared the area and he waited outside. He
wasn't taking any chances.
Soon the coffee was done and he poured two glasses and put a couple spoon fulls
of surger in each one. He placed one in front of Kyles folded arms and sat next
to him. He gently shook Kyles shoulder awake. The red head looked up groggily,
eyes half lidded. He saw the coffee and sat up with a large yawn,making Eric
laugh lightly.
After a couple of gulps of coffee, Kyle was ready to speak. He spoke quietly.
Still waking up. "Did you sleep well last night?" Eric took a sip of his black
coffee before lying to the red head. "Yeah, fine." He flt a pang of guilt as
the red smiled softly. "Good." He didn't like lying but Kyle would be worrying
over him and he didn't need that. He needed protection and Eric was there to
offer that. No matter what.
Kyle suddenly spoke, his voice too serious for the bright morning setting.
"Last night was the first time since the...incident that I slept. I didn't have
any nightmares or fear induced insomnia." He then looked Eric straight in his
blue eyes. "I felt safe...because of you." Eric smiled softly and brought a
hand to cup the side of his cheek, his other hand going to the other cheek only
a little higher, his fingers gently getting tangled in red curls. He spoke
softly but full of determination. "Good. I want you to feel like that every
time you go to sleep." Kyle smiled and leaned in, kissing Eric softly.
The rest of the day went smoothly. Eric even helped sheila with the dishes at
all three meals. (the rest of the family didn't wake until around 9 to 10) Even
thou Sheila accepted him, if even just for the fact of protection, he still
felt he should please her to keep that acceptance. He made sure Kyle smiled all
day.
"Ahh stop it! You ass!" Kyle's words got swallowed by laughter as Eric's hand
roamed all over, tickling each sensitive spot he knew. Eric even included some
neck nibbling as he laid over top of him on his bed, hands roaming everywhere.
A small nip at skin made Kyle yelp, making Eric laugh lightly, rolling over on
his back. Kyle sled and snuggled toward him, his arms going around his large
waist. The both breathed in silence. Neither one wanting to end the
peacefulness that was currently happening.
Once again at 3 Am, Eric was awake watching over the sleeping red head.
Suddenly he heard a whimper come from Kyle, he looked down and saw fear laced
in his sleeping features. A nightmare forming. Before he could say anything of
comfort kyle spoke. His voice cracked, thick with fear and tears. "Please,
don't...Stop!" Both of Erics large hands went to Kyles shoulders in an instant.
It made the red head yelp but he stayed strong and spoke in a whisper in Kyles
ear, bringing one of his hands up to gently wipe a tear away. "It's just a
nightmare. Kyle, it's Eric. I'm right here. He can't hurt you. I'm right here."
He paused and waited for a sign.
Kyle's eyes suddenly opened wide and unblinking, tears still leaking form the
green orbs. Eric looked for any recognition knowing waking from nightmares can
be hard. Even if they are "awake" there dream can still be playing out before
them. His eyes suddenly locked on Eric's above him. His voice spoke in a
fearful whisper. "Eric?" Eric suddenly grabbed both sides of his face, gently
wiping tears away. "It's me. It's Eric. I'm right here Kyle." Kyle suddenly
burst into tears, clinging to Eric as if his life depended on it. Eric sat him
up gently, hugging around his waist and shoulders. Kyles small shoulders heaved
with sobs. Soon a few minutes later Kyles calmed down but his breathing was
still a little heavy for Erics liking. Eric gently brought him out enough to
get a close look at him.
Turned the bedside light on and looked closely at kyles eyes first. They were
still wide, the black pupil still taking over most of his eyes. His skin was
pale. He put a hand to his forehead, clammy to. His breathing only seemed to
get heavier. Kyle looked like he was focusing hard on his breathing, attempting
to calm himself. Suddenly Kyles hand went to his chest feeling it. Eric looked
worriedly as Kyle spoke quietly. "My heart. It feels like its going to beat out
of my chest." His breathing suddenly got slightly heavier. Eric saw the fear in
Kyles eyes as his anxiety attack slowly took over. He gently helped kyle stand
up on the floor. "com'on Kyle. Lets get you some water." Kyle feebly nodded,
tears silently still flowing. Once they were down in the kitchen, Eric gently
sat him down in the chair.
Kyles arms went to hug himself. His body trembling. Eric got a glass of water
and gave it to kyle. "Drink it." He commanded quietly. Kyle took the drink and
drank it like a man lost in the dessert would. Fast. Like it was his first time
having water after being lost in the heat for hours. He put the now empty cup
down with a gasp. Eric smiled slightly at the sight. "You want more?" Kyle
nodded, his eyes still focused but Eric could tell he was calming down. The
trembling was stopping and the breathing was slowing down.
After about his 3rd cup of water he seemed totally calmed down and normal but
exhausted. He leaned his head on Erics shoulder and let out a deep breath.
"Thank you." Eric smiled and helped him back upstairs. Thou Kyle went back to
sleep fast, he stayed up, watching over his little Jew.
***** Chapter 12 *****
Chapter Notes
     warning: graphic rape and torture and violence
Scott hissed in pain as the doctor unwrapped the bandage from his head. It hurt
like a bitch. He glanced over from the doctors table to see his guardian. Her
eye brows knitted in worry as she looked at the doctors every move. She has
Long, soft brown hair, down to her shoulders. Thick and wasn't held back. Some
strands framing her soft, motherly face. Finally the band aid was off as Scott
saw the doctor put the white, now slightly bloody dressing on the metal table.
He felt the doctor inspect it with slight pressure from his nimble fingers
pressing down on his injury sight. "It's looking very good. The surgeon did a
wonderful job getting all that glass out. I don't see any but I wont rule any
of it out. We'll just take the stitches out and you can be on your way." Scott
sighed. "Sounds good."
Soon all the stitches were out and they were on there way. He got in the
passenger seat and sighed heavily. Heavy thoughts weighing him down. His
guardian sat in the drivers side. Prescription papers in hand. She looked at
him worriedly. "Are you thinking about it again?" Scott smirked at her, his
eyes never leaving the windshield. As if he was seeing something she couldn't.
"I'm always thinking about it." She sighed. "You know what they will do if do
this? If you rebel against them." "This isn't rebellion." She paused,thinking
of what words to use. "I know it isn't rebellion but you know what they do,
what they have planned-" "Just stick by me. Everything will be fine."
Eric placed the plates that were in his hands in the sink. He and Sheila became
the only ones in the kitchen as she brought more plates in. She saw Eric start
to wash them. Steaming Hot water shooting down from the faucet. She smiled and
palced her hand on his now damp forearm, getting his attention. His expression
softened when he saw her. "Eric. I just wanted to say, thank you for helping
out around the house. You didn't have to. And for being here for Kyle." Eric
smirked slightly toward her. "Not to burst your bubble but I would have been
here for Kyle wither you would allow me to or not." Sheila smiled widely.
"That's what I wanted to hear." She laughed lightly and walked out to the
living room where Kyle was helping Ike with his homework. She proceed to watch.
Just a little bit before she had to get Ike ready for bed.
They had both grown up so fast. Kyle and Eric both were nearing graduation in
the spring and Ike was going to be going into 5th grade. She remembered when
Kyle was in 4th grade. When Stan was his super best friend. When Eric was a
little raciest pudge of a child. When Kenny attempted to talk thru his hoodie
but it came out muffled. Everything was so different now and seeing her bubbla
grow into this beautiful young man and becoming lucky enough to to find someone
who loves him as much as she does and that's so important now, more then ever.
And not only loves him but is willing to protect him, no matter what.
She sighed and walked in. "Ike. Time for bed." Ike looked sad which made Kyle
laughed lightly. Kyle spoke. "I can help you more tomorrow. Ok Ike?" Ike
smiled. "Ok!" He bounced up and Sheila smiled, ushering him up the stairs. Kyle
smiled and got up off the floor, being careful of the various papers on the
coffee table. He walked in the kitchen and saw Eric washing the last plate. He
smiled and walked over, wrapping his arms around his waist. He smiled into
Eric's back. "It's almost time for bed." Eric placed the now clean plate with
the other clean ones to the side and turned around. Wrapping his arms around
Kyle's smaller body. "I love you." Eric breathed those words into Kyles neck.
Kyle smiled and looked up. "I love you to but it's getting late. The dishes can
wait until the morning."
Eric sighed. He looked at the clock. 10:30 already? "Yeah, lets get to bed."
they both started to walk out of the kitchen when Eric stopped. "Wait? Did you
take your insulin?" Kyle smiled. "Yes, I did now lets go. I would like to
sleep." Eric smiled softly and followed his little red head upstairs. Once
again, since Eric has been staying with Kyles family, he was up only this time
with the aid of coffee. He slept very little in the day and kept himself awake
at night to watch over him. As he went to take a sip out of his thermos he
keeps hidden, he heard a noise.
It sounded like muffled banging. It was coming from downstairs. He checked the
locks on Kyles windows and grabbed his pistol. He looked out the window and saw
a strange van parked on the other side of the normally barren street. He
quickly shook Kyle awake. The bagging suddenly got a little louder. Kyle was
groggy for a few seconds until he heard it to. He sat up, eyes widening with
fear. He started to speak. "Eric? Whats going-" Eric placed his hand over kyles
small mouth and gave him the signal to be quiet. There hearts were beating hard
in there chests. Adrenaline kicking in. He gave Kyle his smaller pistol and
signaled for him to get behind him. Kyle obeyed as Eric opened his bedroom
door.
Suddenly everything was starting to get fuzzy but Kyle ignored it. He stayed
close to Eric's back as they walked down the staircase. Suddenly, as they got
to bottom and stood in the middle of the living room. (so Eric has more
clearance to fire) the door slammed open. The fuzzy in his head only got
heavier, he could tell Eric was feeling it to as the grip on the gun kept
slaking and tightening. Kyle couldn't handle it anymore. His eyes went into the
back of his head as he fell on the hardwood floor behind him. Eric quickly
turned around and went to Kyles aid. He held his limp body in his arms,
checking his pulse. He sighed in relief he wasn't dead but what caused him to
faint? He suddenly felt faint himself but he fought it. Suddenly the door
opened and men with gas masks came in. He quickly held up his pistol but it was
so damn hard to keep it up let alone steady. Suddenly his vision became double
and body weak. The one in the middle, he could tell was the leader, laughed
lightly as his arm fell limply at his side, pistol falling out of his hand.
The leader came over and tipped him over with a finger. He fell face first. His
eyes level with Kyle's ankles. He started mumbling, unable to do anything else.
"No...no...don't ...hurt h-him." He saw large hands grab kyle by his ankles and
start to drag him. He kept mumbling "no" over and over as he saw the rest of
Kyles body come into view. His eyes were closed and he looked peaceful. Like he
was sleeping. That was the last thing he saw before he blacked out.
The first thing Kyle became aware of was that his head was aching. He lifted
his hand to where it hurt and felt a large bump there. He opened his eyes but
it didn't process thru his mind the kind of floor he was on or the house for
that matter. Suddenly he opened his eyes wide. This wasn't his home. He barely
remembered anything. He looked around.
His body trembling already. It was an old log cabin. It looked like father time
had his way with the place. He could see (and smell) some rotten wood. Somebody
didn't take good care of it. There was dust all over every piece of furniture.
Suddenly strong hands grabbed both of his arms. He yelped in surprise and shook
with fear. What was going on? Where was he? Where is Eric? Is he dead? Suddenly
he was thrown into a room. It was a small. Almost like a large, walk in closest
or a small living room. His eyes went over the room, looking at every part
until his eyes fell on someone, tied to chair. Blood dripping down the side of
there head. He suddenly gasped. And let out a shocked whisper. "Eric?" He
recognized the mop of brown hair, the large body which actually was big boned
and it was confirmed whenever the head rolled up and eyes widened. Blue eyes.
The only blue Kyle knew and ever wanted to know. Suddenly as he went to get up
he was stopped by hands pushing him back down. Suddenly music started playing.
It sounded kinda fuzzy. He looked over and saw a record player with a vinyl
spinning.
HOwoooooooolll
Who's that I see walkin' in these woods
Why, it's Little Red Riding Hood
Suddenly handcuffs were around his wrists. He started to panic and attempt to
free himself but a hand came down hard on his face. He yelped. It stung. He
looked up to see who it was. He couldn't tell by the large swastika mask over
top the face. A black fedora covered his hair. Kyle could see he was dressed
nicely. A black suite with a bright red tie. He suddenly felt so much rage. His
blood boiling. "Why are you doing this? What did I do to you!" Soon the yelling
turned to sobs. Large tears racing down his face. "Why! Why? Why!"
Hey there Little Red Riding Hood
You sure are looking good
You're everything a big bad wolf could want
The well dressed, Nazi figure remained silent but knelled down to Kyles eye
level. He suddenly snapped his fingers and another figure walked in. Scott's
Guardian from the doctors but kyle had no idea who she was. She looked motherly
and wore a long brown skirt with a baggy shirt. Hippie like. She looked nervous
but not scared. Her long brown hair swayed along with her as she came down to
eye level. The large male, Swastika figure standing up, he heard the distinct
metal clang of metal instruments. He went to look but the lady turned his head
harshly but softly. She placed a red silk scarf around his mouth a little too
tightly and brought another pair of handcuffs. She spoke. "Please, believe me
when I say, this is for the betterment of the world. We just want a world of
perfection. Free of illness and immorality." He tried to speak but the silk gag
prevented his words and made them muffled. She continued. As if lecturing a
child.
Listen to me
" Your Jewish faith is enough for your death. Your diabetic. I'm sorry but we
don't want that in our new world. Also, and probably worst of all." Her face
scrunched up. Genuinely grossed out and disgusted. "Your gay. It's immoral and
sinful and you shall be punished for those sins. Perhaps one day God will
forgive you and let you into his kingdom. As you can see." She points to Eric
who is looking frantic with fear and worry. "Your not alone. You both need to
be punished." "Don't hurt him!" He yelled thru his gag. It was muffled but what
he said was clear as day. She smiled sweetly. It sent a chill of terror thru
him. "Oh no, we wont hurt him. In fact we wont even touch him. But he will
watch your punishment and then later, when you are dead and he his spirit is
broken. It shall be his turn."
Little Red Riding Hood
I don't think little big girls should
Go walking in these spooky old woods alone
Owoooooooo
She then got up and started to leave. His shoulders trembling and heaving with
sobs. Suddenly a knife was on his cheek. Trailing along every curve the figure
could find. The cold steel of the knife trailed around his neck. Lingering
around the jugular veins. He froze still. Oh God. This is how he was gonna die?
What big eyes you have
The kind of eyes that drive wolves mad
So just to see that you don't get chased
I think I ought to walk with you for a ways
He heard a sinister laugh come from the figure behind him. Suddenly the figure
took the mask and hat off. His laugh becoming louder. The knife stayed by his
neck but the figure came around.
He then saw the familiar and sinister face of Scott. He was near gleeful as he
spoke in low voice in kyles ear. "Now your dear Eric will know just what it
feels like to have what you love most, taken. But first there are a few guys
here who have been dying to meet you. " He got up from Kyles level and opened
the door. A few burly men stood. About 4. All around 6'5 and wide as a football
player. There heads shaved bald and once the walked in Kyle swore he saw that
damn swastika tattooed on the back of each of there heads. Scott came back to
kyle as two stand behind Eric, making sure he doesn't escape and two around
kyle, causing him to shake and tremble.
What full lips you have
They're sure to lure someone bad
So until you get to grandma's place
I think you ought to walk with me and be safe
Suddenly one of the large men around him grabbed his face. A pocket knife
gently trailing down his cheek. He couldn't stop the tears rolling down his
face, rolling over the cold metal. The large man spoke. "Damn, Rick wasn't
kidding. Gorgeous." The other laughed lightly and started tracing and trailing
his large his filthy hands all over kyles beck. Almost threatening
strangulation. He suddenly felt a hauntingly familiar sensation of cold steel
only this time the predictor was in front of him. He could see dark pools, full
of lust and a hunger for power. He could see the knife tear thru his pajama
shirt. Once his shirt was cut off he was roughly thrown to the floor with a
yelp. His broke down into tears,not daring to look at Eric, keeping his eyes
closed, attempting to block out he whole situation.
He heard one of them groan behind him as his pajama bottoms came down and cut
off completely into a heap of fabric. He never felt so vulnerable or scared in
his life. Not even when Rick broke thru his window that fateful night. Not even
when Scott pinned him to the wall. He heard a muffled scream from Eric's
direction. He dared to look over and saw Eric struggling feverishly against his
binds but the two men behind him kept a strong hold on him. There were tears
pouring down his face a horried mixture of anger and fear.
I'm gonna keep my sheep suit on
Until I'm sure that you've been shown
That I can be trusted walking with you alone
Owoooooooo
He suddenly was turned over. Oh God he was going to have to face them. The one
above him smirked evilly. He saw something that looked like a metal pear. The
other helped and slicking it up with lube. This time Eric was screaming his
throat raw, attempting to get out, to escape and rescue his poor Kyle but all
the screaming did was exhausted him into tears as he broke down. Suddenly kyle
felt the cold metal of the pear device enter him. He shivered and froze. What
were they going to do with it? He saw how Eric became even more frantic as they
brought out the pear. What was it going to do?
The one above him never stopped watching his face. He could see behind him the
other with his hardened member already out and gently stroking it. Suddenly he
felt the cold metal turn inside him. He felt edges digging into him from the
inside. He felt bladed edges tearing him from the inside. Stretching him and
tearing him. He started to yell and scream in pain but they didn't stop. The
one even started to stroke himself faster. He kept turning the screw and Kyle
screamed. His head arching off the hardwood floor as he screamed his throat
raw.
Blood started coming from him, just starting to pool below him. His throat was
raw and his eyes were closed tightly while tears poured down each side of his
face. Suddenly and agonizingly he returned the metal pear to it's original
form,tearing up more skin in the process and brought it back out.
Little Red Riding Hood
I'd like to hold you if I could
But you might think I'm a big bad wolf so I won't
Owoooooooo!
He heard the zipper of the predictors denim jeans and him hovering over
him,slowly but harshly the large man above him entered his hard dick inside of
him. The amount of blood acting as lubricant. Once he was in he wasted no time
and thusted, pounding into the the abused hole. At this point Kyle could do
nothing while he was raped. He went numb and his mind focused on the lyrics of
the song.
What a big heart I have-the better to love you with
Little Red Riding Hood
Even bad wolves can be good
I'll try to be satisfied just to walk close by your side
Maybe you'll see things my way before we get to grandma's place
Hey there Little Red Riding Hood
You sure are looking good
You're everything that a big bad wolf could want
Owoooooooo
I mean baaaaaa
He didn't feel anything. Even as the second one raped him. Nothing. Eric was
still in tears. Having witnessed both of those inhuman beings rape his Kyle.
Scott laughed sinisterly in Eric's ear. He talked low enough so he was only
talking to him. "How does it feel Eric? To have what you love so much, taken
from you? Stolen? You feel helpless?" He voice suddenly became darker, his hand
forcing Eric's face to watch the horrifying scene in front of him. "Good.
Though I wont grind him up into chili..." He suddenly whispered into Eric's
ear. Growling out each word. "I will kill him and you wont be able to do a
thing about it. And you'll be all alone again." He suddenly stood up.
His voice becoming normal once again. "if you both are finished we have to get
going. You know how father hates to wait for his ceremonies and we have a long
drive ahead. You can even have a little bit of fun with him along the way." The
one got up and zippered up his pants. "That was worth it ." The other large man
grabbed Kyle. Kyle becoming nothing more then a limp doll as he thrown him over
his shoulder and walked out leaving Eric to wonder what's going to happen and
more importantly, how he's gonna escape and save Kyle.
***** Chapter 13 *****
Before Scott followed them he walked toward the door then turned around,
addressing the two large men on either side of Eric, who at this point looked
much like Kyle. Broken and limp. His shoulder heaving just slightly but his
head bowed and brown messy hair just hovering over his eyebrows. The two let
off seeing his broken spirit. Scott spoke. "Make sure he doesn't escape. You
may do what you want but make sure he isn't alive. When your done you know your
orders from father." The two nodded as if they were talking to a high ranking
army sergeant. Scott smiled evilly. "Good. I'll see you at the ceremonial site
then." He then walked out leaving Eric alone with the two hulking men. The two
laughed lightly, like they had an inside joke. The one leaned down and unbound
Eric's leather restraints. He still sat there, slightly hunched over. Tears
still silently making there way down there face.
The one who untied him grabbed him by his shirt, actually strong enough to lift
Eric's hulking figure and slammed him against the wall. The other reached for
his shotgun he had strapped to his back and held it with a sick smile. The one
holding Eric against the wall mocked him while he remained still. "Awww, are
you crying? Are you sad because we hurt your little friend?" The other behind
him laughed. It motivated to continue taunting Eric. "Are you gonna cry baby?
Huh? Like a little girl?" He then threw Eric to the ground, his back hitting
the hardwood of the log cabin.
They both crowded over him, shot gun near his face, trailing up and down his
face and torso, deciding where to shot. The other brought out a large Rambo
knife and suddenly stabbed his shoulder. He yelped in pain and hissed but never
gave them the satisfaction of screaming. They burst into laughter. He suddenly
got his senses back and quickly analyzed just enough information to get out of
the room.
He quickly brought his foot around the hick that had the knife and tripped him
then quickly got the knife out of his shoulder and thew it into the other
chest, the shot gun falling to the ground and the man screaming in pain as it
stabbed into his chest. He screamed in pain, holding the knife. Blood dripping
all over his hands and splattering over the floor. He grabbed the shot gun. The
other man stupidly going after him at this time, in a charge of anger. Eric
quickly shot him point blank, the shot gun shooting out to the mans face,
rending him dead and faceless. All that remained was a dead corpse and flesh
hanging off what is now an exposed skull.
He then cocked it and pointed it to the man with the knife wound to the chest
who was now a crying mess on the floor. "Please! Please! Don't hurt me!" With a
low growl he spoke. "Where are they taking him?" The man continued to cry until
Eric pushed him down by the barrel of the gun. He screamed in the man face.
"ANSWER ME!" "Why should I ?" He sobbed slightly. "Your going to kill me anyway
so why should I tell you!" Eric then shot the mans foot, he screamed out in
pain.
Eric then put the shot gun over his shoulder (it still had the strap on it) and
took out the knife that was inside the mans chest that wounded his now bleeding
shoulder. He brought it to the mans face, cutting just slightly. He could feel
him tremble beneath his finger tips. "Because, you can either die fast and
painless or I can make it as slow as possible and make sure you feel every
agonizing bit of pain. Now tell me where they are going."
The man spoke. His voice cracking and wobbly. "I have the address in my pocket.
I'm no good at remembering address so I wrote it down." He quickly took it out
of his jeans pocket and handed it to Eric. He grabbed it and read it.
Memorizing it.. This was all the way on the border of Kansas. That was a day
trip, he hoped.. That will at least give him some time to gather weapons and
call for backup, if he can find a phone that is.
He then suddenly shot the man right between the eyes. His brain scattering on
to the other wall along with other bodily fluids and tissue. He breathed heavy
and let it all sink in and looked at the wrinkled piece of paper. He then
leaned on the wall and grabbed his shoulder, hissing in pain. Suddenly he
smelled smoke and saw some of it coming from underneath the door. He felt the
door. It wasn't warm, yet. He took his chance and opened it. There was smoke
everywhere, he quickly got to the floor, staying low as possible.
He crawled and looked around as he went. Looking for any sign of a phone. He
looked thru the licking flames and heavy smoke and there on the end table, a
cell phone. Not a fancy one but as long as it works is all that matters. He
crawled as quickly as he could, ignoring the agonizing pain in his shoulder.
His shoulder must be a bloody mess. His arm was nearly covered in blood from it
dripping.
Suddenly a small eruption of fire came from one of the lower cabinets, catching
his cheek slightly. He hissed in pain at the graze and moved on. He grabbed the
cell pone and kept going. He saw the front door and made his way for it. He was
glad it was snowing. Once he was at the door he stood up and ran outside, far
as he could from the house. He got a few yards out before more fire erupted
into a small explosion from the dry log cabin.
He sat in the cold snow. His shoulder bleeding and his face burnt just
slightly. He breathed a small sigh of relief. He got out of the house and had a
phone. He looked to see if it would work. It lit up. No service but full
battery. He could find service. 6am. He could just see the sun creeping up over
the horizon.
He walked and walked and walked some more. It had been hours of walking. He was
shivering, covered in sot and ash and blood. He finally found road and nearly
ran. There he got lucky enough to find a sign, stating his location. Greenly.
He looked at the phone. One bar of service. He laughed and cried out of sheer
relief. He quickly opened it up and call the only person he memorized other
then his own.
Sheila was already up but not for good reasons. Around 4 in the morning she
woke up and immediately ran to the family bathroom, puking out out what was
left of her dinner. After she was done coughing and dry heaving she could hear
Gerald moaning painfully in bed. She flushed the toilet and forced her aching
body up. Did she get stomach flu? Food poisoning? She shuffled slowly into her
bedroom where Gerald held his stomach, moaning in pain. "Whats wrong Gerald?"
She asked groggily and weakly. He groaned in pain. He never did deal well when
sick. "Ugh, my head is pounding and I feel like I'm gonna be sick." "Can you
get to the bathroom?" Gerald sat up slowly with a groan. "Yeah, I think so."
"You go sit by the toilet, I'm going to check on the boys." Suddenly Gerald ran
out the door and Sheila had to hold down her own nausea as she heard her
husband empty his stomach.
She opened Ike's door, his bedroom being the closest to them and saw him
holding his head and crying. She started to walk in when her phone rang. Who
would be calling at this time? Something was wrong, she could feel it. She
walked slowly over to the phone downstairs. She reached it, thanking God it was
so close to the stairs. "H-hello?" " , it's Eric!" Her heart dropped. Wasn't he
in the house? "H-how are you calling? Shouldn't you and Kyle be asleep
upstairs?" She swore she heard a whimper then he spoke. His voice thick and
nearly cracking. "We were kidnapped. The people who were targeting Kyle gassed
the house and kidnapped the both of us. I just barely escaped but they
took...they took." She could tell he was on the verge of breaking down. So was
she. Hearing somebody broke into her house, poisoned her family and kidnapped
her oldest son and his boyfriend.
"Eric, calm down. Do you know where you are?" "Yeah, I'm right next to the
border of Greenly. Listen to what I want you to do. Call 911 for you and the
rest of the family. I'm pretty sure they used carbon monoxide and if that's the
case you need to get out of the house as soon as possible. I'm going to call
the police and let them know whats going on and hopefully get some help. Make
sure you tell them me and Kyle were kidnapped. Get police over as soon as you
can." Her voice broke as she spoke. "I will Eric. Please be careful and bring
my bubbla back." "I will. I'll try to be in touch." And then silence. Her
stomach now at the furthest part of her mind, she gathered up enough streagth
to go  back upstairs, phone in hand and wake Ike up.
"Ike, com'on, we need to get out." she forced him up gently as he cried,
whimpering. She held him close as she found Jerold laying on the cold tile of
the bathroom, breathing heavy. She leaned down to Ike's eyes level. "Go outside
and don't come in. we'll be behind you. I have to get daddy." Ike nodded and
walked down the stairs, going outside. She shook Gerald's shoulder and he
groaned. Good, he was still responsive. She forced him up as well, making him
walk down the stairs. "W-where are we going?" He asked groggily. "Outside. The
house has been poisoned."
After the call with Sheila, Eric sat right underneath the large green sign. Not
caring how cold or snowy the ground was. He called 911, hoping Sheila was doing
the same. Suddenly someone picked up. "911, whats your emergency?" He let out a
heavy, shaky breath. " Me and my boyfriend have been kidnapped." "Do you know
your location?" "I'm right on the border of Greenly. underneath the sign. We
were taken to a log cabin in the middle of the woods. They took him somewhere
else. I have the address of where there taking him, they had left me there, I
barely escaped to call." "what is your name? Your full name please." "Eric
Cartman." "And your boyfriend?" "Kyle Broflovski" "Eric, were going to be
sending police to your location? Are you injured?" "Yeah, my right shoulder,
stab wound. And a small burn on my left cheek. They set the house on fire. They
left me there for dead." "Ok, police and paramedics are on there way to your
location. Please don't move from your location, it will-" "Yeah I know, I'm not
moving." Then he hung up. He couldn't get the look of desperation Kyle had out
of his mind. His screams still echoed and he couldn't do a damn thing to help
him.
His hands wove themselves into his disheveled, dusty hair. His head down and
his shoulders starting to heave. He couldn't stop the tears. Not anymore. Sobs
and fat tears escaped him but he didn't care. Kyle could dead for all he knows
at this moment. That hick could be lying about the location and it all for not.
But he wasn't going to give up until he knew that. He wasn't sure how long it
was before he heard the loud sound of the police siren, the red and blue lights
blinding. He could see an ambulance following them.
Kyle wasn't sure how much time went by. He was catatonic to everything around
him. His eyes blank and half lidded. He was shivering but gave no notice to it.
His curly red hair became disheveled and starting to frizz just slightly. The
two that had there way with him sat watching as he was huddled against the wall
of the van like a dog. Naked and shivering. The one held a gun and the other a
baseball bat. It looked stained with dried blood. Seems he wasn't the only one
they have done this to.
The one stood up, as much as he could in a moving van and brought the gun to
his cheek. " You feel that? You don't seem to feel anything." He brought the
barrel to his temple. Pressing the metal in harshly. "How about now? Do you
feel any fear? You wouldn't be human if you didn't fear death." Kyle still was
nearly unblinking and unmoving. No show of emotion "Your not even going to cry?
Beg? Like you did before? I like your voice especially when your screaming."
Kyle felt that familiar fire stir up. A rage that's been inside of him since
this started. He glared as harshly as he could into the predators black eyes.
He laughed. "Oh! Gonna start fighting now! Your not too good at picking and
choosing battles! Ahahah!" Suddenly Kyle Spat in his face, not caring what
happens to him. He man growled and pistol whipped Kyles face, knocking him o
the floor."You bitch!" he was about to again when Scott looked back from the
passenger seat.
"If he's fighting making sure he doesn't escape but don't kill him, we need
him." The other who was still sat down stood up with his bat. The other saw
this and smirked. He got behind kyle and held his arms down. Kyle fought back
and struggled. "Let me go you bastard! I hate you! You fucking asshole! Fucking
muff cabbage!" The one with the bat had a sick smile. "you know. I disagree
with you. I like you better quiet. lets teach some manners for that potty mouth
of yous." "fuck you!" Suddenly the bat cam down on his legs. He bit his lip so
hard, not wanting to give them any more satisfaction of screaming but it didn't
stop the little yelp that escaped. They did it to the other leg as well,
breaking both shins. There was no way he could even try to escape now. Suddenly
he heard the rip of duck tape and a tape of sliver being put over his mouth and
wrists being bound. "There. Nice and quiet." All Kyle could do was whimper in
defeat and hope to God that Eric was Ok.
Eric was transported to the nearest ER and there the doctor wrapped up his
shoulder and put a bandage over his burn. It really wasn't anything serious.
Right as he was putting his shirt back on, with the help of the nurse, the two
policemen walked from behind the blue curtain. "If it's Ok, we would like a
word with him." The nurse nodded and walked out, giving them some privacy.
Eric sighed heavily. As one of the policemen sat down in the chair next to the
bed. The other stayed standing, arms crossed. The one sitting down ready with a
notebook,pen and recorder. "We need you to tell us everything you know. If you
have to be graphic, your welcome to do so, as long as it is relevant to the
story. Is that clear?" Eric nodded. The other officer pressed the record
button.
Eric told them everything. Every detail. From what happened to Kyle that first
night Rick came thru thru the window to how it became now. He told them every
detail of Kyles torture and how he was forced to watch. He had to close his
eyes for that one, the lump in his throat made it hard to talk. And how they
left Eric and there two other henchmen for dead in the burning house and how he
escaped and called for help. Eric handed them the wrinkled piece of paper with
Kyle's and the cults location. Both policemen were in shock. "Were sorry this
happened to you. We'll help you however we can. We want you to come down to the
station. Your not charged for anything, we want you there for protection." Eric
agreed.
Sheila did as Eric told her and within 10 minutes there was an ambulance and
police car in her yard. All three of them being treated to oxygen masks.
Suddenly one of the policemen phones rang. "Yes sir?" He said full of
authority, thinking it it might be his boss. He paused and hesitated, bringing
the phone to Sheila. "Its'...for you." Sheila looked worriedly at the phone
then took her oxygen mask off, allowing herself to talk into the phone. She
brought it weakly to her ear. "Hello?" "It's Eric. Is everyone alright?"
She smiled sadly. "Yes, were fine. Are you Ok? Where are you at?" Back at the
police station Eric leaned against the wall, holding the officers phone in his.
"Right now I'm at the Greenly Police station." He paused, closing his eyes,
blocking out emotion. "There going to help me find Kyle." One of the officers
looked nervous at Eric statement but waited. "yeah. Don't worry, I wont be
coming home alone." He smiled sadly before closing the heavy duty cell phone
and handing it back over to the officer.
The officer sighed. "look kid. I'm really sorry about your situation but I
can't have you helping us." Eric's head snapped up, a small glare starting. "It
would be too dangerous and too much of a liability if we allowed you to. What
were going to do is take you back to South park, contact the feds and bring
Kyle back home safely." Eric was about to say something but the officer put a
strong hand on his good shoulder, stopping him from walking further. "Without
your help."Eric sighed heavily and silently agreed. He already memorized the
paper anyway.
***** Chapter 14 *****
The drive back to South Park felt like it took days but really was only three
hours but it was still three hours he could have used to search for Kyle. When
the police cruiser got into South Park, he found out the Broflovski's were
moved temporarily to a woman's shelter due to the fact of the nature of the
crime, not only was it close to the police station but it gave the family
someone to talk to who can relate. Sheila and Ike were waiting outside the
shelter. Gerald inside talking with some of the others, learning how to deal
with what has happened.
The police car pulled up as Sheila was tightening Ike's blanket from home
around his shoulders. They both looked and straightened up when they saw a
police officer come out of the car, opening Eric's door. Sheila inwardly gasped
at the bandage and sling on his arm and the one large bandage on his cheek.
Some of the showing skin still showed bits of ash and dirt. The officer
escorted Eric to Sheila. She teared up and extended her arms. Not caring about
any qualms she had about him before. She was just glad he was ok. He quietly
took her offer and hugged back with his free arm. His arm subconsciously
tightening around her shoulders. Eric suddenly felt Ike hug his smaller arms
around his waist and took what he had in him not to break down into tears but
it didn't stop the two silent tears from running down his face, making two
clean lines down his cheeks.
There was so much guilt going thru him. Guilt from his past, of how he treated
this wonderful family so horribly, how he treated Kyle horribly, the guilt he
felt now, of not being able to do anything. Not being able to protect what you
loved most and watching it happen right in front of you. He didn't deserve them
or Kyle.
Later inside, Sheila had made him hot tea. When he was brought to the shelter
all he had was a police given wind breaker. It wasn't much cause they didn't
expect to escort a kid from greenly to South Park. Needless to say, Eric was
very cold. Sheila could still see him shivering. Now it was just her and Eric.
Ike went to play with one of the other children that lived in the shelter. Eric
held the cup of clear, brown liquid as if it was a life line but never drank.
He lifted it up a few times but never felt the need to drink it. Sheila could
see the tremble in his hands as he did so. She wasn't so sure it was from the
cold. She placed a warm, motherly hand on his trembling on. "Please, tell me,
what happened?" Eric looked hesitant. He never planned on telling her the
details. He didn't think she should know, they were far more disturbing then
she would expect.
He spoke low, near whisper. His voice shaky just a bit. "I don't think you want
to know." She urged on. Her hand tightening over his large wrist for support.
"Please, I have to know. What did they do to my Bubbla?" Her voice waver, her
eyes already water. God, he really didn't want to tell her. He already had to
tell police which was already hard just reliving it but now,, seeing the
pleading look in her familiar green eyes. Green eyes he has only seen on Kyle.
It broke his already broken heart into more shattered bits of ragged glass.
He let out a shaky, deep breath and told her. By the end of the story he had
broken down into tears. His free hand fisting the bangs on his scalp. Large,fat
tears made there way down his face. Hers as well but she was more composed and
stood up, hugging around his shoulders and head. His free hand came around her
back tightly, like a life line.
He mumbled brokenly. "I couldn't do anything. It's all my fault." She gently
petted his hair. It was so motherly it made him cry more, bringing up that old
longing for his own mothers affections. She gently shushed him. "shhh,
everything will be ok. We'll get Kyle back, safe and sound and nobody will ever
hurt him or you again." He finally got his senses back and gently pushed her
away, standing up. He looked to her. "Did they drive you here?" Sheila was
taken aback slightly but had an idea of what he was doing. "No, they drove us
here because of the gas but they delivered our car here for us. Your pick up
truck as well." His head perked up at that. " where is it?" "Out the back, I
can get you the keys. Follow me." She walked out of the kitchen and into a
small living room, where her purse was. She dug in her purse a bit and brought
out the keys to his truck. She looked solemn and worried. "Here. I'll show you
where it is." She walked out again. He passed by a few girls and waved
awkwardly to them until the go to the back door. There he saw his pick up
truck.
She gave him his keys with a sad smile. She smiled sadly back. She wrapped her
arms around her self,protecting her self from the snow that was currently
falling. "Just...be careful, and bring him back." He smiled a little brighter.
"Don't worry. I wont be coming back without him." He then got in the drivers
side door. He had little trouble with the key but once he was driving he was
fine. Once far enough away he took the sling off. He could move the shoulder
fine, just hurt like a bitch. Oh well, it was nothing compared to what kyle
went thru, or may be going thru. That thought sent a shiver of horror down Eric
spine as he parked in the Brofloskis driveway. He got out and he could already
feel the life sucked out of the once wonderful home.
He came up the the door. Locked. He stood back and kicked it. The hinges just
moved slightly. With a growl he kicked in again and he flew open. He stopped it
from swinging with his good arm and walked inside the dead house. It was dark,
cold and depressing. He looked around for his coat first off. He was freezing
his ass off and he had a long drive. He looked on the coat rack and grabbed his
heavy, red winter coat. Then out of the corner of his eye he saw his blue and
yellow hat from childhood. With a small smile he put it on. Now onto weapons.
He jogged upstairs and looked in all the places Kyle said. And each weapon as
there. He grabbed his suitcase he used when first moved in to protect kyle
which has become a failed mission. But he wont fail in getting him back. Even
if he has to give his life.
He went back downstairs and looked behind the TV. Still there. The shot gun he
had hidden was still hidden, with just a bit of dust on it. He grabbed it and
cocked it. One round came out. Loaded but he would need to make a stop to
Ludwig for more. He had also grabbed Kyles green hat and orange coat.
Once he got to Ludwig he wasted no time. He got the ammo he needed and the best
and possibly largest first aid kit he could find. With a brief farewell he left
South Park, on a mission to save his love from certain death.
Kyle still lay on the cold floor of the van naked, hands cuffed, mouth taped
over and shivering violently from the cold yet sweat had started drenching his
body, thanks to the amount of adrenaline going thru him. For the last hour he
could feel his eye or hand or even foot, twitch. He knew what it was. He hadn't
had his insulin shot for the morning. The last one he had was a few hours
before he got kidnapped, so that was...at least 12 hours.
He wasn't sure, at the moment it was pretty damn hard to do math in his head.
He knew what it was. There was a good chance it would lead to convulsions. He
could already feel his heart beat increase and become rapid and not from fear
of dying. He's already accepted that. His body was in the process of going into
a diabetic shock, perhaps leading even to a coma. He hoped he would die form
it, thou it was unlikely. He just didn't want the cult to have that
satisfaction.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw one of the men look over at him, curiously
he got up and knelled next to him, inspecting his face. He let the man hold his
jaw and move it, his neck limply letting him. "Hey, Boss? I think something is
wrong with him. He don't look too good." Scott snorted. "Of corse he doesn't.
You just raped and tortured him." "Boss, I'm serious-" Scott turned back
looking annoyed. "He is in a van, it's 10 degrees outside and he's naked. I
don't expect him to look great after that." He turned around with a huff,
watching the road.
At the moment Eric's pick up turned onto that same road the cult was traveling
on, about 5 hours behind them. Eric pressed his foot on the pedal, not caring
about speed limits.
***** Chapter 15 *****
Kyle didn't know how long they had been on the road but suddenly they stopped
and the doors of the van opened, dragging him out. If he had the strength he
would have fought back but between the broken legs and start of diabetic
shock,he really wasn't in fighting condition. He could barely see where he was
being dragged. His vision going in and out of blurry and clear. His body kept
shivering so much it was shaking. What he could see was a large wooden area and
an old looking church. The doors of the large stained glass doors of the church
were opened Once inside, the doors closed with a dramatic thud.
He could see candles on and near the alter and a priest looking man there but
he knew that man was no "Man of God". Once there they held him up to him, arms
held out on either side like the sacrifice he is going to be. The man spoke, it
was deep and aged. He could tell the man and people of the room believed and
hung on every word.
"My children. You have done well and brought another sacrifice. After this
there will be one less Jew, one less gay, one less immoral,sinful soul on the
street." The old man walked toward Kyle. Currently holding some form of a
branding iron in his hand. He used it to lift Kyles chin up to meet his steely
blue eyes. The branding iron which was the star of David. The point of the star
digging into kyles tender skin. He didn't even flinch or wriggle away. He
looked at the man with dead eyes. "We are willing to allow yourself redemption.
Abandon your sinful ways and convert to our way, Gods way and you may be spared
so much pain and death. What say you Jew? Shall you redeem yourself into Gods
good graces?" Kyle glared as much as he could toward the man.
He just managed tor growl out, his voice raspy from lack of use. "Fuck you."
The man became furious and slapped him across the face with the branding iron.
The pointed star cutting up his face. The priest spoke in a low growl. Furious
with the young Jew before him. He huffed to the alter and stuck the branding
iron in a small pot which was glowing reddish black, with many hot coals. He
came back to Kyle, the branding iron now bright red and steaming. "This shall
be your last day on gods earth. When you descend to hell, they will know why
you are there."
Suddenly the priest brought the bright red iron onto kyles chest, steaming by
the sudden temperature change. Kyle bit his lip so hard, trying to scream but
he let out a few whimpers and tears that went against him. The branding iron
came off his chest, leaving a blackened mark of David's star on his chest. The
priest breathed heavy. "Take him away." The men dragged him away from the alter
and toward the side of the church. There he was thrown into a small room. A cot
was on the side of the wall and a large stained glass window. Once the large
wooden door closed, he was left alone.
He couldn't even manage to move except for the sobs that now escaped him. His
small form heaving and shaking. He soon found he couldn't help but pray. The
words spilling out in Hebrew brokenly, instinctively. His hands cupped on his
chest where his new burn was.
.
"Lord, do not punish me in Your anger, nor chastise me in Your wrath.. Be
gracious to me, O Lord, for I languish away; heal me, O Lord, for my bones
tremble in fear. My soul is panic-stricken; and You, O Lord, how long before
You help? Relent, O Lord, deliver my soul; save me for the sake of Your
kindness. For there is no remembrance of You in death; who will praise You in
the grave?"
Eric had only one hour to go as he drove down the road. It was already 3PM. He
looked at his fuel gauge. Almost empty. Eric hit his hand on the steering wheel
and cursed quietly to himself. "Shit." A few minutes later he found a gas
station. He pulled in and got out. He picked out the gas and put the snout of
the pump in his truck. He kept his hand on it,absentmindedly watching the price
go up along with the gallons.
He saw another car. A large, black SUV pull in toward the side of the mini
mart. He became very on edge and grabbed his bag from the truck which had
various weapons,first aid kit and some food. He slung it around his shoulder
and watched them closely out of the corner of his eye. The pump was done and he
placed it back. Suddenly he was grabbed by his neck from behind, someone nearly
as big as he is but his reflexes took control as he flipped the man over but
the man, who he now saw was dressed in mostly black, including a black winter
jacket and black ski mask, tripped his ankle, making him hit his head off his
mirror. His vision went blurry for a few seconds but it was a few seconds he
could have used to see the man coming at him with a bat with what looked like
fairly fresh blood on it.
The baseball bat came down and he just barely managed to block with with his
arms from his head. It hit his ribs and collar bone instead. After the second
hit he grabbed it swiftly out of the mans grip and stood up, the man now looked
a little frightened. Eric took this moment and took his pistol out, throwing
the bat into the bed of his truck. He went closer to the man who had his hands
up and took his mask off. He recognized that it was one of the other raspiest
from the kidnapping. He shot him in the shoulder, and thigh, making him fall
with a cry. Eric then placed the pistol away and grabbed the bat, bringing it
down a few times on him. After he was done he roughly grabbed him by his hair.
He growled in his face. "Unless you want to end up like your friend Rick, stay
out of my way."
The man looked terrified and Eric roughly let go of his hair, making him fall
on his wounded shoulder, yelping in pain. Eric turned and started walking to
the mini mart to pay for his gas. He walking inside the glass doors, the small
dinging on the door alerting his arrival. He saw the clerk who looked extremal
bored, reading a magazine. Once she looked up at the sound, he looked
concerned. He did look a little roughed up, a few bruises just beginning to
form. She was blonde and looked all of about 17 years old. Her hair was in man
made curls like that of a curling iron and too much make up. "Are you, like,
ok?" "Fine." He answered quickly, getting his wallet out, not wanting to talk
to her any more then he needed.
She decided to continue, finding him cute. She had a thing for bad boys. "Are
you sure? Because I read in a magazine, that like, if you don't treat a head
wound your brain could blow up." He stared at her blankly. He seriously didn't
have time for dumb blondes. "You mean swell?" "Yeah! That!" He slammed the $50
down on the counter. "Just give me my change and stop talking." She looked hurt
and surprised. "No one has ever said that to me be-" "Yeah well they should
have." She became quiet and went to get his change when suddenly something
exploded outside. They both ducked out of reflex but Eric looked up. There he
saw his truck up in flames, the man who had attacked him and raped Kyle.
Nothing but a burning corpse.
He growled and she blurted out in pure shock. "What the fuck was that?" He
looked over at her looking furious. "You did this! If you hadn't started
talking and spewing your stupid shit at me then I could have been out there in
time to stop him! But no! You just had to keep talking! You know what, you get
on that phone and talk with the cops right now!"
She yelped and ran off toward the phone, doing as she was told. As for Eric, he
walked outside to the currently burnt corpse. He gently kicked him. Dead. Very
dead. He dragged the body from the dying flames of his truck and tried rifling
thru his pockets. He quickly found what he was looking for. The keys to the
SUV.
He smiled to himself and went to the black SUV. He slung his bag to the
passenger seat. He started the SUV and smiled a half smirk. Quite a way to get
an upgrade. He put it in gear a drove, less then an hour away
"Please, were asking as politely as possible for your cooperation." Sheila
stared down the FBI agent who was now trying to interrogate her on Eric's
whereabouts. They were currently sitting down in the same kitchen where her and
Eric had there sit down. She crossed her arms. "And I'm telling you I have no
idea where he is." "Then what did you talk about when you saw him?" "We talked
about what happened to him and Kyle and how he escaped and called for help but
that was it. He was merely venting to me." "And he said nothing of any other
plans for rescue?" "No. Not at all." She normally would lecture Ike and Kyle on
lying, especially to the law but she had no problem lying to this man.
She sighed. "We were asleep the night he ran off which was the same night the
police brought him back. But other then him venting and crying, he said no
plans for rescue. I even saw him go to sleep, tucked him in." Inside she was
nearly laughing at that. The FBI agent sighed heavily. "I'm sorry for bothering
you then. We'll keep you updated if anything changes." She walked him out to
the front entrance of the shelter. She smiled. "Thank you very much for your
help." The agent smiled. "Don't worry, we'll find him. You have a good day." He
walked back to his car and drove off. She went inside with a sigh where she was
met with Ike and Gerald, who were hiding, listening to the whole thing.
"Lying is bad." Ike said, with his arms crossed. Gerald just smiled along with
him. "Yeah, lying is bad. What kind of example are you showing our kids."
Sheila just laughed lightly. "I think I can be forgiven given the situation."
Gerald smiled a little softer and went to put an arm around her shoulder.
"Yeah, you can." Ike came and hugged her waist. "Eric will find him and bring
him back. I know it." She let out a shaky sigh. "Yeah, I do to."
It was nearing 4:50 and starting to get pretty dark out. He drove slowly,
looking for the address that was on the wrinkled bit of paper. He hoped he made
it in time. His heart fell at the thought that he was too late. He pushed that
thought aside as he saw smoke not too far, along with a glowing orange light.
He drove faster and soon came face to face with the address on the wrinkled
paper. An old church and the orange light was coming from. He pulled into the
church drive way and got a few guns and knives out, hiding them thru out his
cloths. Once he felt ready he got out and locked the doors. He carefully walked
up to the doors, his heart pounding.
He gently opened the one door with his good arm, it was pretty heavy. He looked
around. He saw an alter and pews but empty. He walked in then suddenly heard
whispering. He looked closely and saw someone kneeling in one of the pews. It
was the other rapist from the kidnapping site. He quietly grabbed his pistol
from inside his jacket and walked as quietly as possible. As he got closer he
could hear the whisper was praying and it didn't sound remorseful. It sound
like a prayer you would make before dinner. His voice steady.
"Forgive me father, for I am about to sin. Watch out for me and my brothers on
this night as we offer a sacrifice to-" Suddenly he felt the barrel of a gun
pressed to the back of his head, faltering and cutting off his speech. Eric
looked down on him and snarled, pulling the hammer back with his thumb. "May
you burn in hell with the others." He pulled the trigger, blowing a good sized
hole into his head.
The body, now fell limp and dead and bleeding profusely. The gun shot startled
Kyle, making him jump. If he could sit up he would but his body was so weak, he
couldn't barely move to talk let alone move to sit up. He heard cautious foot
steps, making his heart pound with fear and hope.
Suddenly the door to his room opened slowly. His eyes widened when he saw it
was Eric. When Eric saw him he ran to his side and gently took him in his arms.
He whispered mostly to himself and looking over Kyle's broken body. "What did
they do to you?" All the red head could do was snuggle into him, silent,
grateful tears running down his face. Suddenly Eric heard the sound of a tazer
and rolled off of Kyle as the tazer hit his chest. His body convulsed under the
electrical current which lasted only a few agonizing seconds. Temporarily
paralyzed, the priest walked in the room, with empty tazer cartridge.
"You should be dead Eric Cartman. I sent one of my men after you and somehow
you survived. Well I will sacrifice you as well after we do away with your
precious whore." He lifted his hand and two large men in KKK uniforms walked
in, one grabbing kyle and the other handcuffing Eric's wrists in his temporally
paralyzed state. As the walked out of the room, he saw Kyle look back to him
with pleading green eyes. This wasn't over, he was going to save Kyle, if he
could only figure out how to get out of the handcuffs.
***** Chapter 16 *****
Eric was still for a few minutes. The after effect of the tazer still wearing
off. Suddenly heard a loud scream from out back the church. Kyle. He growled
and started struggling from the handcuffs. Attempting to slide them off his
large hands. They barely made it around his wrists but he wasn't going to give
up. Both he and Kyle came too far and been thru too much pain to be stopped by
a pair of handcuffs.
Large, fat tears made there way down the sides of Kyles face. His arms were
laid out on a cross and a few henchmen were in the process of nailing his
hands. They have one hand nailed to the wood. Blood seeping out around the
metal imbedded in his hand. He looked and saw the second nail being put in
place and watched it being hammered in his hand in one move. He screamed out in
pain. He thought his body was numb but guess he was wrong. They went to the
feet and angled them and nailed both of them to the piece of wood he was now
nailed to. Not only were his feet screaming in pain but his broken shin bones
but they were nothing compared to the nails in his hands and feet.
They now stood the cross up, he cried out,his weight coming down on his hands
and feet. He let sobs of anguish out when suddenly that priest from before
spoke to him. "Our lord Jesus Christ went thru this very same pain as you are
enduring and yet you refuse to believe in him. I will give you one more
chance,repent and redeem yourself. Convert your sinful ways and we shall spare
you." Kyle whimpered out his answer. "No." The priest looked angry and just a
bit confused. "What? Even after all this pain it is bringing you? Even in the
face of certain death you still refuse?" Kyle spoke, his voice cracking and
whimpering, small and quiet. "Jesus volunteered for his people because he loved
them. You forced me."
The priest forced himself to remain calm as he let out a few heavy breaths.
"Take him away. Let the fire cleanse his wretched soul." The henchmen heaved
the cross which held Kyle on it, out toward the back. When the large wooden
doors opened to reveal so many people, surrounding the bon fire going on in the
center. The snow shoveled out of the way in the shape of a circle, creating a
safe distance for the believers to watch the sacrifice. A few snow flurries
gently falling creating a bittersweet atmosphere.
Eric struggled and growled loudly as he tried to get the handcuffs off his
hands. His wrists bright red from irritation from the tight metal. He looked
around for anything useful in the room. Nothing. Just walls, stained glass and
a cot. He took a few deep breaths and sat up. He took a few more deep breaths
and pulled the metal chain in the middle of the handcuffs. He groaned in pain
and frustration. The metal wasn't budging but he kept going when suddenly it
snapped in half,causing him to fall. He took no time and ran out of the room.
Stupid priest left the door open. He looked around and saw the main part of the
church was empty.
He ran out the back door to the church. Before he can process what was going
on, a giant spot light came down from above. He had to block out the light with
one hand, half of the metal cuff hanging off. An authoritative voice came from
above from what he now saw was a police helicopter. "Everyone stand down now
and put your hands up. We are authorized to use lethal force if need be." Eric
did as he was told and put his hands up but he took in the scene going on
before him.
Now he's never been so happy to see the police. There were so many people, he
would never be able to take them all on. Even with the guns and ammo. It
wouldn't even come close to half. His heart stopped when he saw Kyle. Those
fuckers nailed him to a cross? He finally heard the doors of the church get
kicked in, and cops running around the small church in riot uniforms. One
touched Eric's' shoulder to get his attention. The cop was about to speak to
him when one ran up.
"Sir! We need urgent medical attention!" The cop, who Eric now knew as the
leader of this rescue mission, ran over to the cross and could see him gasp. He
grabbed his walkie talkie and called for an ambulance. Eric could hear every
word. Every agonizing word. "We found the victim. Male,unconscious. A small
laceration on the right side of his face. He has been nailed to a wooden cross.
It's unclear wither the nails are rusty or not but..." He saw the cop take a
deep breath. "But it's bad. Nails on both hands and one in both his feet. A
small burn. Branding,the star of David, on his upper chest. Both shins appear
to be broken." The walkie talkie made sound but Eric couldn't make it out but
he saw the cop look relived.
A hand was placed on his shoulder. "Hey kid,why are you here?" Eric spoke but
it came out so quiet. Barely in control of his eyes watering over. "I came here
to save him." "Are you hurt?" Eric just remained silent and watched as red and
blue and white lights lit up the place from the many police,ambulance and fire
truck. They came prepared but not mentally. No one could have been ready for
Kyle's state. It took a few firemen to bring the wooden cross down. They took a
pulse, making sure he was still alive and proceeded to take the nails out one
by one. Kyle didn't even flinch or whimper. He remained still, eyes closed and
it killed Eric. He broke out into sobs. He didn't care who was here.
In the hospital, the nurses bandaged him up. Took care of his injuries but
these were nothing compared to Kyle. They air lifted him back to south park he
was clean and bandaged up. The brand mark on his chest, covered by by a patch
of bandage. He sat my Kyle's bedside while they called his family. He knew he
wouldn't have been able to without breaking down a few times. He held Kyle's
hand gently, as if it was made of the finest glass. His free hand gently played
with those red curls he loved so much. Suddenly he heard the door to Kyle's
room open. He had never been so happy to see Sheila but her eyes were glued to
her broken son in the hospital bed. Her lip trembled as she walked over. Gerald
and Ike followed. "My poor bubbla." She was about to take a hold of Kyle's
other hand when she saw the bandage. She inwardly gasped as tears fell down her
face. " What did they do to you?"
She hugged Kyle's shoulder and head gently and silently cried, so happy to have
her baby back alive. Gerald came up behind her and hugged her. Eric could tell
his eyes were watering as well. He suddenly felt small arms come around him.
Ike was hugging him, he realized. He wrapped his own arms around Ike and held
him tightly, protectively. Some tears escaped but damn it he was going to try
to be strong.
Later they found out Kyle had gone into a diabetic coma but passed out from the
amount of pain going thru him at the moment they stood the cross up. There
going to start him on insulin,potassium,sodium and other fluids. He should wake
up in a few days. Eric never left his side. Sheila would bring him food and
they would visit.
It going on 7PM when Kyle's eyes slowly started to open. Eric felt the small
movement in his hand and looked up,his eyes widening. Kyle's awake. Kyle's eyes
looked around the room frantically until they locked on Eric's. He spoke
softly, his voice wavering just a bit. Eric stood up slowly. "Eric?" Eric
smiled softly, cupping his face gently. His thumb avoiding the small cuts on it
from the branding iron. "Yeah I'm here." Kyle let himself fall into Eric's soft
chest and cried. Eric just held him tightly, gently running his hand thru his
frayed, red curls, resisting the urge to break down into tears himself. "I'm
here. Your safe now." Out of the cornor of his eye Eric saw the call nurse
button. Not wanting to leave his little boyfriend, he let his hand slowly go
over and press it. He held Kyle until the door to his room opened and a nurse
gasped. "He's awake. I'll go get a doctor and alert his family." Eric spoke
softly to her. "Thank you." And she left the room quietly.
A few minutes later the door opened again but this time it wasn't a doctor. It
was Sheila. Her shoulders viably relaxed with relief and tears fell down her
face as she came to her son with open arms. As his mom took him in his arms,
Kyle whimpered. "Mom?" She hugged him gently as he now latched to her for
comfort. She spoke. Her voice thick with emotion. "Yeah bubbla, moms here." She
proceeded to cry again into her shirt and she gently petted his hair, shushing
him gently. "shhh, it's ok now. Your safe. Me and Eric won't let anyone hurt
you, your safe. Safe and sound." Near the end of her words she started to cry
but she had to remain strong for her son and Eric. They both hurt so much, more
then she could ever imagine.
The doctor walked in but everything went by as a blur for Kyle. He was to stay
in the hospital for two weeks. Not so much for his psychical injures but for
his mental state. It really wasn't a surprise to anyone when they moved him to
the psych ward. So much shit happened to him that may never get worked out. He
was going to see a doctor. A female doctor, who specializes in victims of
torture. This was going to be a long two weeks.
***** Chapter 17 *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry i haven't been updating. life has been busy but I'm gonna have
     more free time in the future to update. Hope you enjoy! Please leave
     a comment!
The second day of Kyle's stay and Eric still hasn't left his side while he
slept. The hospital gave him a small sedative for a more restful sleep. Still
gently petting his frayed red curls. Sheila came in, gently holding a small cup
of coffee or tea. She put a hand on Eric's shoulder, seeing how sleepy he is.
She spoke softly. "Eric, we should go home." "I'm not leaving." He spoke
quietly. Sheila sighed worried. "We can come right back, all I ask is that you
come home for a proper dinner at least and a proper shower." Eric looked down
at himself. She was right. His stomach wouldn't stop growling and he could
still feel the caked on sot,dirt,ash,sweat and blood. He stood up and gently
kissed Kyle's head. Sheila smiled sadly and leading him by the shoulder, gently
out the room.
They told the nurses they were leaving but Eric would be back tonight after
he's eaten and showered. Once in the car his heart sank and his mind nagged him
with worry. But he tried to put it in the back of his mind until he could come
back later tonight.
Suddenly he startled awake in Kyle's bed in Sheila's house. His cell phone was
going off. He looked around confused. When did he fall asleep? He looked at the
time and his eyes nearly bugged out of his head. 3:45 AM? He grabbed his phone
and saw the number of the hospital and his heart stopped. He quickly opened it.
"Hello?" "Is this Eric Cartman?" "Yes." He heard the young nurse sigh then
begin again. "It's kyle. He's woken up from a nightmare and is calling for you.
We can't get him to calm down and he was starting to disrupt the other
patients." "I'll be right there." He hung up, getting his jacket and jogging
downstairs, grabbing the keys to Sheila's car but not before writing a note
saying what happened.
It took him 5 minutes to get to a hospital that was normally 20 minutes away.
He burst thru the hospital doors and went right up to the psych ward, not even
greeting the few nurses and doctors that were on duty so late at night. Once he
went thru the psych ward doors he heard crying and semi-loud murmurings coming
from Kyle's room. The nurse that called him came right to him, leading him to
the room. "Thank goodness your here, he's been calling for you. " He pushed
open the swing door to Kyle's room and saw his hands restrained. He immediately
became angry but tried to keep his lecture to a minimum to the young nurse who
probably had no idea. "Why is he restrained?" He spoke lowly but cold and
irritated.
She stuttered. " B-because when I came to his aid he tried thrashing and
hitting." Eric sighed heavily. "I'll tell you later why that is a bad idea.
Unrestrain him." The nurse went to undo the buckle straps that were connected
to the bed and Eric gently sat down, stroking Kyle's face. "I'll give you some
time alone. Call me if you need me." Eric nodded to her but kept his focus on
kyle as she left.
Kyle's eyes were closed tightly and his breathing was heavy but he seemed to be
calming down. Eric saw a small table with a lamp, he went to turn it on. The
soft white light flooding the small white room. Kyle's eyes suddenly opened and
watered up again. He hesitantly and weakly brought a bandaged hand up to Eric's
face. He spoke in a whisper. "Eric? Your here?" Eric smiled softly and gently
stroked his hair. "Yeah, I'm here." "This is real?" Eric gently kissed Kyle's
forehead and spoke into it. "Yes. This is real. Your saved. No one can hurt you
anymore." Kyle's eyes looked away from Eric's, a small blush creeping up on his
face. "Can you...help me sit up?" He felt so weak and embarrassed to ask
something as simple as sitting up. Eric smiled sadly. "Yeah." He gently, as if
Kyle was made of glass, and at this moment maybe he was, lifted him up.
Kyle groaned a little in discomfort but once he sat up he leaned comfortably
against Eric's soft chest as Eric wrapped both his arms around Kyle's smaller
waist and gently stroking his arm.
After a few moments of silence kyle spoke softly, his voice raspy just
slightly. "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be home?" Eric sighed. He still felt
bad for falling asleep but truth be told, he doesn't even remember when he did.
"The nurse called me. Said you woke up from nightmare and wouldn't calm down."
"I'm sorry-" "don't be sorry, I planned on staying here but your mom made me go
home to eat and shower." Kyle giggled lightly but there was still an air of
bitterness. "What was your nightmare about?" Kyle sighed and eyes looked down.
"Mostly reliving it." His eyes started to water, making his green eyes look
like orbs. His voice shaking and stuttering. " E-every time I close my eyes...I
see them." His voice cracked lightly, he could feel Eric tense behind him. "I
see Scott and fire and billowing smoke. I feel the hate from them still. And
blood." His body shuddered as a small cry escaped him. "So much blood."
Eric leaned his head down so his mouth was near Kyle's ear. He whispered
gently. "shhh, your ok. Your safe." Kyle cried into Eric's chest gently. He
continued to speak thru tears. "I know I'm safe but my brain wont stop
reminding me. I'm expecting at every cornor that they'll come back and take
me." Eric gently forced Kyle to look in his eyes. Kyle looked down while he
cried softly. "Kyle, look at me." Green,watery gems looked into Eric's blues.
Eric gently stroked Kyles cheek. "You are safe. No body is taking you away,
anywhere. I'm right here and I am not leaving your side." Kyle tried to smile
softly thru the tears going down his face. "I love you." Eric smiled and kissed
him gently. "I love you to. So damn much." Kyle smiled just a little brighter.
Eric finally was able to get Kyle to go to sleep and slept next to him, Kyle
gently cradled into his chest as Eric's larger arm was around his smaller
shoulders. An hour later the young nurse from before went to check them and
found them both asleep in the small cot. She smiled softly and walked back out.
The next morning the head nurse of the psych ward gently walked thru the door
and saw Kyle and Eric asleep. She smiled and gently put a hand on Eric's
shoulder. He woke up groggily and saw the nurse then gently woke K up who
looked scared at first then Eric whispered in his ear and kyle looked over,
seeing the nurse. He spoke softly. "Oh, hello." "Good morning Kyle. Heard you
had a rough night." Kyle frowned as Eric sat up. "Yeah." Eric gently helped
Kyle sit up with little discomfort. The nurse continued. "Well I came in here
to let you know what you will finally get to meet your doctor. The weather in
California has be awful which is why her flight has been canceled twice but she
will be in today, later in the afternoon. Right now, is there anything you boys
would like for breakfast?"
Kyle looked down. "Some toast and small glass of orange juice." She looked to
Eric. He half sighed,half yawned. "I'm not really hungry." Kyle looked over at
him with slight concern. "You should have something." Eric smiled lightly.
"Alright, just some toast as well." She smiled. "Alright." suddenly the door
opened, this time with the nurse from last night bringing in a wheel chair.
Eric gently lifted Kyle up and placed him in the chair. Once he was in the
wheel chair the nurse tapped Eric on the shoulder and whispered. "May I speak
to you in private?" Eric felt a small pang of dread go down his spine. He hoped
he didn't ruin anything or get Kyle in trouble. The younger nurse wheeled Kyle
out of the room, to the eating area while Eric stayed behind with the head
nurse.
"I heard about what happened. About his night terrors waking him up. There
quite common and they were expected but we didn't expect him to thrash and cry
as much as much as he did. The nurse told me you were upset with her
restraining him. If we didn't get the whole story of what happened I apologize
but can you clarify for future reference, anything we can and can't use." Eric
sighed heavily. "When we were kidnapped they tied both his wrists together and
feet together. They kept him tied up until they got to there ceremony site and
then that's when I heard them nailing him to that damn cross."
He felt his eyes water but he kept strong. The head nurse looked genuinely
saddened by his story. She was about to say something when he spoke again,
suddenly thinking of something else. "Also a certain song. "Little red riding
hood" by Sam the sham and the pharaohs. They..." He swallowed. He was so hard
to say. So much guilt ebbing up. "They had it playing when they...they raped
him." Her hand went to her mouth then to his shoulder supportively "I will do
everything in my power to make sure nothing triggers him." Eric smiled sadly.
"Thank you."
They both walked into the Eating area where Sheila,Gerald and Ike sat as well.
Eric was happy to see Kyle eating and with a small smile on his face as Ike
told him something that happened in school. He came over and gently put a hand
on Kyle's shoulder, sitting next to him. Kyle smiled over. God, it felt like
forever since he's seen him smile. It nearly brought tears to his eyes as he
tenderly kissed Kyle's temple. Kyle and the rest of the family smiled at the
small action. Things were starting to look up. The head nurse came over. "Eric,
if you would like to you are welcome to stay in the hospital for as long as
Kyle is in here. You were the only one who was able to calm him down from his
night terror which is why we are extending this offer to you." Kyle looked
hopefully at Eric. Eric laughed lightly, thinking he looked like puppy begging
for food. "I would love to." both the nurse and Kyle smiled. "Great,I'll let
the staff know and get another cot set up in Kyle's room." With that she walked
away, leaving the happy family be.
Eric Wheeled Kyle into his room where a pretty doctor waited. She had brown
hair and was just curvy enough. "Hello Kyle. I'm going to be your doctor. I
would have been here sooner but weather has been awful. I'm Dr. Taylor." Kyle
smiled a little shyly. "Hello Dr. Taylor. This is Eric. My boyfriend." She
smiled and went to shake Eric's hand. Her obliged with a smile and handshake.
"Hello."
After a few minutes of getting to know each other, Dr. Taylor got to business.
She spoke softly, with understanding. Her hand ready with a notepad and pen.
"Can you tell me what they did? If you don't want to I understand." "No, it's
alright." Kyle swallowed. He knew he had to talk about what happened but it was
so hard."It started about...a month ago? Maybe two. My dad's friend, Rick. He
was always so nice,to everyone but he put special attention to me. He gave me a
weird feeling but he was so nice. Then one night, he snuck thru my bedroom
window and..." He let out a shaky breath. "And raped me. It all went down from
there. We found out he was apart of a anti-Semitic cult and he was targeting me
and my family. When Eric found out, he never left my side. Always ready to
protect me." He left out the part about the murder. She wrote down some things.
"If it's too hard for you we can continue another time." "No, I want to
finish." He took in a deep breath.
"One night, they gassed the house and kidnapped me and Eric. There they
tortured me and made Eric watch but I ended up passing out. After that I
remember waking up in a windowless van, both of them staring me down. There
they broke my legs then once we were in the chapel, the branded my chest and
nailed me to a wooden cross. Then I remember waking up in the hospital." His
lip trembled. "I thought I had died. I thought we both had died. Everything was
so white and clean. But when I saw my family come in, I knew I was alive."
"How are your sleeping habits? Is there any insomnia?" Kyle took a deep breath,
calming himself. "No, but I have pretty horrible nightmares. That's why the
doctors are allowing Eric to stay with me here." "And what is in your
nightmares?" "Mostly just reliving it. My mind when I'm awake feels fine, I'm
rational enough to know I'm saved but sometimes when I close my eyes I still
see them. I still see the flames" The doctor finished writing then spoke. "I
have an excise I want you to do. I need you to close your eyes and take slow,
deep breaths."
Eric was a little irritated at that. He spoke up."He just old you-" "Yes I'm
aware of that but you can't get over a fear without facing it. Kyle, can you do
this?" kyle let out a shaky breath. "Yeah, I can try." She smiled warmly.
"That's all I ask. Now close your eyes." He did as he was told and Eric saw him
tense up. "And breath in...and out." He watched as Kyle let in and out shaky
breaths becoming more and more steady. For 2 more minutes they continued and
Kyle opened his eyes. The doctor smiled and spoke. "How do you feel?" Kyle
smiled a small smile. "A little better." "Good." She looked at her watch. "Well
that is our session. I will see you tomorrow. Goodbye Kyle, Eric." She walked
out the door until tomorrow.
Kyle let out a heavy breath and looked over at Eric, a small frown on his face.
"I'm sorry if I'm making you stay here." Eric just smiled and gently kissed
him, cupping his face. "Your not. I love you and I will be here for you no
matter what. I just got lucky the nurse asked me to stay." Kyle laughed lightly
at that and leaned into Eric. Things were starting to look up.
***** Chapter 18 *****
Eric suddenly awoke to the sounds of whimpering. He looked over and saw Kyle,
currently in the fits of a nightmare. His wounded,bandaged hands trying to
block an invisible attacker. He quickly, yet gently took Kyles face in his
hand, his free hand going to pet red curls. His eyes were closed tightly yet
tears tried to escape down the sides of his face. He felt Kyle tense up and
yelp slightly at the contact and he felt guilty for feeding his nightmare but
he put that in the back of his mind as he spoke in a whisper. "Shh. Your ok.
Your safe. Eric is here. I'm right here." He felt Kyle relax and instinctively.
Kyles arms went around Eric's back in a limp hug. His hands still not healed
enough to really grip. didn't know what was going on in Kyles mind. Wither it
be relief or shock or both but he broke down into tears, burying his face in
his chest. Eric laid next to him, letting him cry.
He felt his own eyes water. He hated all he could do was hold him when he's
going thru so much suffering. He wished so goddamn much that he could do more.
Done more. Somehow prevented any of this. Then they could be at home in bed,
cuddled and laughing at Eric's bad jokes and puns or just simply making love
like they used to. Now he has no idea when any of that will happen again. He
was gonna make damn sure kyle would be happy and healthy again. Even if they
didn't make love ever again, he would stay because he loved him too damn much
to leave because of something as trivial as sex.
He couldn't even imagine leaving at all. God knows how many years he had been
longing for the whimpering red head in his arms. At 9 years old he knew he was
obsessed in anything that involved Kyle. Then he didn't know why but he loved
making him angry. Seeing those emeralds light up and spark with fire. He loved
any attention he got from him. Now older he knew he had a huge crush on him
then. Like the boy who pulled the girls pig tails. took him almost half of the
4 years of high school to realize his feelings, mostly because he saw how Stan
made him smile then broke his heart in a few months. When those two were
together, he was burning with jealousy and hatred for Stan. When he saw Stan
with Wendy a day after he broke his little Jews fragile little glass heart, he
didn't hesitate to break his nose in then go mend the bits of shattered glass
which was kyles heart back together with his favorite flower and a book he
bought for him. (he's a nerd type, he figured he would like that) Eric watched
as the happy memories played out before his eyes. A sad smile on his face.
Eric took a deep breath, White roses in one hand with a semi-large book
balanced underneath. Over the last few years he and Kyle had grown closer as
friends but Eric's heart wanted so much more. With his free,slightly shaking
hand, he rang Kyle's doorbell. The door opened slowly to revel Kyle. His hair
slightly disheveled and frizzy,eyes red and nose red. He sniffled before he
fully realized who was at his door. His eyes widened slightly when he saw the
roses and book. He looked so damn adorably confused. His voice was still thick
with emotion. "W-what is this?" "There for you." Eric said plainly. Not really
knowing what to say. He had always been good with words and getting himself out
of trouble but when it came to his own emotions and how deep they were running,
he was lost. Kyle smiled slightly at the blunt answer but it went back to a
frown quickly. "Why?" "Because I want to help." Kyle tried to look sternly but
his eyes watered over but he kept a small glare up.
"Why would you want to help?" Eric tried to continue but kyle started gong on
an angry rant fueled by the hurt that lay, aching in his chest. "Why would you
of all people want to help me? All you have ever done is rip on me with
anything you could find. All you ever wanted in my life was for me to hurt and
feel pain. All you have ever done was hurt me .I would think you would love
this. Seeing me broken and defeated." Tears were streaming down Kyles face as
he hugged his arms to himself. He was suppose to be crossing them but his brain
said otherwise. He glare, his voice cracking just a bit. "Well I don't want
your help or anyone elses. I don't want to be hurt again by lies." Before Eric
could say anything Kyle went in and slammed the door in his face. In Eric's
state of semi-shock he heard crying. Sobbing even. Ignoring the guilt that
welled in his chest he opened the door, knowing kyle didn't lock it.
There he saw Kyle curled up damn near in front of the door, by the armrest of
the couch, his knees up to his chin and his head hidden and those small
shoulders heaving with sobs. Kyle suddenly looked up as he heard the door open
and suddenly stood up, trying to look defiant but he just looked more like a
broken doll. Eric didn't waste anytime when he broke in the house. He placed
the flowers and book on the couch and then went for Kyles arms, holding them
tightly but gently, just wanting him to be still.
Kyle took in small,surprised gasp as Eric took him by his arms. He took one
hand and forced Kyle's face to look him in the eye. Eric spoke lowly , near a
whisper. "I love you." He felt Kyle tense but continued. " And I hate that you
would think I would hurt you. I could never hurt you. I know I have done
horrible things to you but that's behind me. I've changed and I will always be
there for you no matter what because I love you so damn much Kyle." Kyle tried
to Glare but tears fell down instead as he attempted to lock his green eyes
with Eric's blues. "How do I know your not lying? How do I know your not just
going to use me-" Kyle barely finished his sentence as Eric crashed his lips to
his.
Making sure to put as much love as he possibly could. He broke the kiss and
looked sternly yet loved filled every word. "Because I'm not him and I know
perfection when I see it. I promise I will never fucking leave you, Kyle,
ever."At the sound of his name he broke into tears again. His green eyes
shutting tightly as his arms went to wrap around Eric's large torso tightly.
Eric felt a lot better for confessing but he had no clue what was going to
happen now.
After a little while of crying his eyes out in Erics shoulder and chest. Eric
finally found out the whole story. Apparently some of Stans football friends
had been putting doubt in his mind about them and were overall nearly
homophobic. So Stan being...Stan...he buckled under peer pressure and broke
things off with the usual "it's not you, it's me." "Just not ready for a
relationship." All the bullshit you would normally hear. Kyle would have been
just mildly depressed for a few days had nothing happened but once he saw Stan
with Wendy...in the same day they broke up, it broke him. Had there time as a
couple meant nothing to Stan? Eric was really happy he broke that damn hippies
nose.
It took some time and patience but eventually Kyle got over Stan and wanted to
see how things would go...with Eric. After that they were inseparable. Eric has
never felt so lucky and happy to have Kyle. After all this was over and they
had both graduated high school, he wants to propose, get a place of there own
and now with all that's going on, somewhere outside of Colorado. As far away as
possible from that damn cult. He suddenly heard soft snoring from his shoulder.
He looked over from his eyes being locked on the ceiling and saw Kyle asleep,
mouth slightly open and drooling. He wanted to laugh. It was so adorable. He
gently kissed the top of Kyle's red curls and closed his eyes for more sleep.
"Breath in...and breath out..." Kyle let in a shaky breath and a shaky breath
out. It's been 6 minutes into this mediation his doctor wants him to do and
after the nightmare last night, his mind is a little shaken, along with his
emotions and body. He could feel his eyes moisten and voice remain shaky and
wobbly as he breathed. "And rest. Kyle are you feeling ok today?"
His doctor asked. He sighed. "No. I had a nightmare last night." "Do you want
to talk about it?" She asked. Yes, she was hear to hear anything retaining to
his recovery but she didn't want to force him to speak. He sighed before he
swallowed audibly. "I wasn't reliving it this time. This time the roles were
reversed. It was Eric that was captured. I tried to save him but one of them
tried to beat me with a baseball bat." A bandaged hand went to his mouth, his
lip trembling and tears falling down. "I saw him on that cross instead of me. I
saw the brand mark, the cuts, all on him. It was never meant for him. They
targeted me, why did they hurt him to?" He started to cry small sobs as his
doctor handed him some tissues. He took some and wiped his face down with it.
She took a small breath and spoke softly, with understanding. "I think it's
because they think he was in the way. He went all that way to save you which
would have stopped there "sacrifice". You have to know none of that was your
fault. You and Eric getting hurt was not your fault or his fault. Is was the
cult's fault. They did this and now the ones who hurt you are paying for it. "
He took a deep yet shaky breath before he spoke. "I understand but it doesn't
make the guilt go away. It's still there everyday, eating away at me." She put
a hand on his shoulder when they suddenly heard loud yelling from the eating
area. It sounded like Sheila. They both looked at each other before his Doctor
opened the door and wheeled him out so they could see what was happening.
Kyle's eyes widen when he saw it. A few cops were there, handcuffing Eric who
looked so defeated and let them do what they had to. Kyle spoke up. "Whats
going on?" Sheila rushed to her son and hugged him with tears in her eyes.
"Bubby, there arresting Eric. They found evidence at the scene that he killed
someone." Kyle was about to protest before Eric spoke up. "Kyle, don't. Let
them do there job." Eric then whispered something to the cop and the cop
nodded, allowing Eric to walk over to kyle, kneeling down to him,eye level. "I
should have known this would have come back to haunt me. I don't know whats
going to happen but never give up, keep healing and I promise I will be back. I
love you." Kyle nodded, his eyes watering over and lip trembling. Eric leaned
in a kissed him so gently before the cop forced him away and out the door.
Currently Eric was being held in a small interrogation room. Hands uncuffed but
he barely moved, he just waited. Suddenly the door opened and an older man came
in, holding a tan folder of files. He sat down with a huff and opened the
folder. He started spewing off information on Eric. "Eric Theodore Cartman,
Born July 2nd 1990 to Lilane Cartman, single parent with an extensive criminal
record of prostitution. High honors all thru grade school and High school and
have been in a gay relationship with Kyle broflovski for the last 2 and a half
years."
Eric looked at him blankly. "Yeah, so?" "So I want to know why you disobeyed
the Greenly Police department and went on a suicidal rescue mission, killing
not one, not two but three men. It would have been four but the corpse we
found..." He put a photo of Eric's burnt up truck and burnt corpse on the table
for him to see. The guy who ambushed him. " Was burnt to a crisp. The Fire
Marshall said the gas tank exploded and by that mans own hand so your free of
that one but how is your truck there?" Eric sighed, slightly annoyed. "Because
I went on this rescue mission to get him back. I wasn't going to just sit and
do nothing while they torture him. I stopped for gas and I got attacked. I
thought I had him subdued but he went all "kamikaze" on me and exploded not
only my truck but himself. He was sent by the cult to kill me."
"So they knew you were coming for Kyle?" "Yes." The man brought out another
photo. This time of the raspiest that was praying in the church that Eric shot
in the head. "Does he look familiar? I'm sure past the pale,dead skin you
recognize him." "Yes, I do. He was one of the three that raped Kyle."
"Is that why you killed him? All of them" Eric nearly growled but kept his
composure. If he wanted out of here he had to play nice. "Is that not
justification? For the two others, do you not know what happened?" The man
tilted his chair back. He knew but he wanted to hear it. "Enlighten me then.
Tell me how you escaped from your captors." Eric took a deep, calming breath.
"When they were done with Kyle and took him to the church, they untied my
wrists, mocking me. The one pinned me against the wall. I didn't do anything
then. He threw me to the ground and then stabbed my shoulder,continuing to mock
me. I snapped. I grabbed the knife that was still in my shoulder and threw it
at the one who was holding a shotgun, making him fall along with the shot gun.
Before the other could get it I grabbed the gun and shot him dead. I went to
the other who was cowering on the ground. He gave me the address but to keep
him from attacking again I shot him as well. I rested a few moments but I
smelled smoke. Whoever was in charge of this night had set the house we were in
on fire. They didn't want anyone of us alive. I managed to crawl out but as I
got outside part of the house exploded. From there I walked to the first road I
could find and called the police."
The man sighed. "that's quite a story but I don't know if it's enough to keep
you from prison" Suddenly Eric snapped, having enough of this pointless
conversation "You didn't see what they did to him!" Eric hissed out. The
interrogator let him continue. "You didn't see those men violate and torture
what you love most! They tied me to a chair, forced me to watch while they
raped him! I had to watch while they nearly killed him!" At this point tears
were streaming down his face. His voice broke as he spoke lower. "I'm not a
killer but I won't hesitate to kill them again." The man didn't look phased but
spoke calmly. "Those are some powerful words, you better hope they don't get
you 25 to life in prison." He said as Eric began to cry bitterly into his
hands. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Come in." The man said. Eric
was surprised along with a ton of other emotions when he saw Gerald come thru
the door. Looking all official, folder and everything. He walked behind Eric.
"I will be representing Mr. Cartman." Gerald leaned down to Eric's ear and
whispered. "Don't say anything. Just let me do this." Eric nodded in agreement
and focused on calming down.
Gerald looked at the man, a small glare on his face. "I have to say, how dare
you disregard my clients right to an attorney and how dare you treat him like
he's some murderer. He only did those things for the safety of his boyfriend
and my Son, Kyle." The man sighed. Slightly annoyed. "Well, I see this will be
handled in court." He got up to leave, taking his files with him. "I will be
back with court dates. An officer will be in to move to to your waiting cell."
He left and both Eric and Gerald let out a breath of relief.
Eric looked strangely at him. "What are you doing here?" Gerald smiled. "Think
I would let you handle this alone? I don't trust another lawyer to your case.
Plus I think we got a good chance. So many people hate white supremest groups.
My plan is that they at least give you a year for you to be there for kyle, to
aid in his treatment, then after that you can serve one year in prison." Eric's
eyes bugged out. "I don't want to go to prison. I want to be there for kyle."
Gerald sighed sadly. "I know but with three men dead at your hands, there's no
way your gonna get away with nothing. I'm trying for the least amount of years
possible." Eric sighed sadly. "I guess that would work. But.. one year? I could
miss so much." Gerald put a supportive hand on his shoulder as the door opened.
An officer came in, handcuffs out. Eric stood and allowed the man to handcuff
him and take him to the waiting cell. There Eric sat on the horrible cot.
Nothing like the one with Kyle. Soft and comfortable and it helped he had his
cute little red head to cuddle. He sighed deeply and leaned his head against
the cement wall behind him. This was gonna be a long day.
***** Chapter 19 *****
"You don't think they'll put him away for years. Do you?" Kyle asked his mother
nervously. Every once in while chewing on his lower lip. She put a comforting
hand over top his bandaged one gently. She looked guilty for being honest. "I
don't know sweetie but your dad is helping so he should be fine." Kyle looked
at the clock, wondering why it was taking them so long and when he was going to
come back...if he was coming back. The cops had taken Eric at least 4 hours
ago. Suddenly the doors to the psych-ward came open, reviling a cop,Gerald and
Eric, no longer in handcuffs. Kyle smiled as Eric jogged over to him, giving
him a gentle but tight hug. "Is everything alright?" Kyle asked out of reflex
and raged nerves. Eric sighed and sat down next to him.
Gerald and the cop were next to sit. The cop informed the family that there
will be a trail for Eric next week at noon. There all required to show up. The
cop then spoke to Kyle. "We would also like your testimony. It would really
help that is if you are able to. I understand it must be hard having to tell
your story." Kyle sighed, feeling irritated. He hated the pity the cop was
giving him. He looked down while everyone looked on, expecting an answer. "I'll
do it." Eric looked surprised, he gently held Kyles shoulder for support and
spoke. "You know you don't have to." Kyle looked up.
"I know but I want to. I want to help you." Kyle then paused, swallowing, a
lump forming in his throat. "I don't want you to leave me." "His testimony can
help that a great deal. If the jury feels he isn't a cold blooded murder and
did it out of protection, then he should be able to get a fairly low sentence
but you cant get away with nothing, that's nearly impossible." Kyle sighed
sadly. "I understand." Sheila looked at the cop. "we'll be there." The cop
smiled and stood up. "I hope you have a speedy recovery, to both of you." With
that he left leaving the family to wonder whats going to happen.
Later when Kyle and Eric were both laying in bed. Kyle on his back and Eric on
his side, gently trailing his hand up and down Kyles arm comfortingly when
something caught his eye or lack of. He saw the branding scar, Star of
David,un-bandaged. He sat up slightly and gently tugged Kyles hospital shirt
down. He looked strangely as he felt Kyle tense. Something wasn't right. "Kyle?
Why doesn't that have a bandage on it?" He saw kyle close his eyes for a
moment. He opened them again, after taking a deep breath. "I didn't want a
bandage." Eric looked strangely at him. "Why? Don't you wan it to heal?" "I do
it's just..." He heard a hitch in Kyles voice and went to help him sit up,
gently cradling him in his arm and chest but still able to look him in his
eyes.
He saw the green eyes water up and sparkle like jewels. Kyle continued. His
voice a little thicker. "Because I didn't want them to win. I didn't want to
hide it. They think the star they put on me is something to be ashamed of,
something I should hide but it isn't. And I don't want to hide it. I want to
show it." Eric smiled softly,.sadly. Even after everything that happened he was
still a fighter. He gently kissed him tenderly on his head.
Week two
They were finally at the trail. Eric being escorted by two officers on either
side of him, his wrists cuffed as he was walked into the court room. Kyle,
Sheila who was wheeling him in, Gerald with Ike. They all sat. Eric up front by
the table. They all waited until the judge came in. an officer announcing his
arrival."All Stand!" All stood but Kyle thou he had obvious medical reasons.
The judge walked In as everyone, jury to, stood. The judge spoke as he sat.
"All sit." All did as they were told.
The judge looked at the papers on his desk, reading Eric's case. "Eric Cartman,
Birth date July 2nd 1990 , Correct?" Eric spoke. "Yes sir." "is it also correct
that in a suicidal attempt to rescue your boyfriend from his captors, you went
against the Greenly Police force when they told you not to go." Eric looked
down. Feeling the accusing glares of the jury and everyone else who didn't know
the story. "Yes sir." "And is it also correct that you killed...three men on
this mission?" "Yes sir." Eric then took a shaky breath as the judge continued.
"It says here we are to have a testimony from the victim, a...Kyle Broflovski.
Is he here?" Kyle slowly raised his hand. "Hello Kyle, good to see you are
here. If you like we would like your testimony first to start off this trail,
do you have somebody to wheel you up here?" Sheila raised her hand then stood
up, wheeling him over to where the witness stand is.
Kyle looked hesitantly toward the judge while his mother walked back to her
seat. "You may begin." Kyle took a deep breath. "Well it all started about two
months ago. My father had become friends with a man named Rick. He seemed nice
and friendly but he always gave me a weird feeling. After a while of knowing
him and him knowing me, he snuck thru my bedroom window in the middle of the
night and raped me. It all went from there. From there we found out he was a
part of a anti-Semitic cult who was currently targeting me. My boyfriend, Eric,
stayed with me the whole time to protect me, even when my mom had hated him, he
refused to keep me unprotected. At this point my family had no idea until we
told them and I told her how much Eric was helping and she started to warm up
to him. She allowed him to live with us. One night, the people who were
targeting me, gassed our house and kidnapped us. There Eric was tied down to a
chair and was forced to watch as two of there cult members raped me and
tortured me." His eyes began to water but he stayed strong. This was for Eric.
"The last time I saw him wasn't until we got to there ceremonial site. I heard
a gun fire but it was fuzzy. I wasn't sure what it was at that moment but when
he opened the door I felt so relived but I couldn't get up to greet him or hug
him because they had broken both of my legs as you see here. The priest they
had tazered Eric and handcuffed him, dragging me out where...were.." He had to
stop to gain composure. He could feel the overflow of tears. He tried to keep
his voice as steady as possible. "Were they nailed me to a cross. I'm lucky I
can even use a fork after what they did. They also branded my chest." Kyle took
the moment to gently show his burnt scared over Star of David.
"They branded this on my chest as if I were cattle. They think it is something
to hide." He didn't stop the tears but his voice was steady s ever and clear.
"But it's not. I'm not going to hide it, I;m not going to be ashamed of it.
Ever. Even if they try to kill me again and asked me to convert to them." He
paused. "I would rather die then go over to them. And Eric? He did all he could
to protect me, even killing those three men. He did all because of me. He is no
a killer but when they threatened me and forced him to watch, he snapped. It's
enough to turn even the calmest man into a killer. I'm begging the jury,
whatever you do. Please do not give him a lifetime sentence. He only did those
things to protect me. I'm done, your honor." "Thank you Kyle for sharing your
story." Sheila came up and wheeled him back to where he was with the family.
The judge looked to Eric. "Can you come up here and tell us how you killed
these three men?" "Yes your honor." He said dull-fully as he walked up to the
witness stand. He took a deep breath before starting. "The first two were after
they forced me to watch them torture Kyle. After the other two were done with
him, they hauled him out of the room, leaving me alone with the two who were
watching over me, making sure I don't escape. They started mocking me, the one
untied my hands then soon pinned me to a wall. Still mocking me, the one was
laughing, he threw me to the ground then took a knife out, stabbing it into my
shoulder. I saw the other had a shot gun. I knew I had to get out of there, I
knew they were going to kill me if I didn't. While they were still laughing at
there own joke, I took the knife out and threw it at the one holding the shot
gun, making sure he went down first before he could try to kill me. Once he was
down, the shotgun fell but didn't discharge. I grabbed it and quickly shot the
one who stabbed me, head shot. I went to the other one who was now cowering on
the ground. I interrogated him with the knife to find out where they were
taking Kyle. He gave me the address then shot him in the head as well. After a
few moments of catching my breath and what I had just done. I smelled smoke.
Whoever brought us to that house did not want us coming out of it alive. I got
outside just in time before a part of the house exploded."
"Then third man was one of the ones who raped Kyle in front of me. He was in
one of the pews of the church, I was behind him as I walked in. I knew who he
was and I shot him, execution style in the back of the head, just out of pure
vengeance. I don't feel guilty over there deaths. I feel guilty over not being
able to protect Kyle form them. To me they weren't men. What they did
was...inhuman. And I don't regret it. If they had lived whose to know if they
came after Kyle again. I didn't want to take that risk. I'm done." The judge
spoke. "Thank you, you can go back to your seat." Eric got up and was escorted
by his officer. The judge sighed. "Your attorney has a request?" Kyle's father
stood up. "Yes, your honor. For prison sentience. His presence his vital to my
sons recovery. He is his main, emotional support. All I ask is that he at least
get the lowest possible sentience. I know he cant get away with this kind of
murder but lowest sentience and to have the start next year." "Is that all?"
"Yes your honor "
The judge spoke. "Now it is up to the jury to decide your fate. You are aware
that your actions can get you life in prison?" Eric looked down. He didn't like
thinking about that. "Yes sir, I am." "Good. The jury may go, we will resume in
one hour." He brought his hammer down with a loud thud.
As everyone started to walked out, the officer allowed Eric to walk freely. He
stood up and his vision went straight to precious red head. His heart broke
when he saw him crying quietly. His mother and Ike trying to comfort him. Eric
gently walked up to him. Kyle looked up with watery green eyes, tears still
falling. Eric sat next to him on the bench. Kyle's wheelchair on the outside of
it. Sheila gently shushed Ike away, showing him to the hallway, allowing the
two to be alone.
The court room was nearly empty aside from the police officer watching over.
Kyle et out a small,childish sounding cry. He spoke. His voice wavering. "I
don't want you to leave me." Eric gently took him in his arms, Kyle leaned into
the comforting touch, well as much as he could with his wheelchair in the way.
He gently kissed his temple,letting out his own quivering breath. He felt his
eyes betray him as they watered but he kept his composure. He spoke quietly. "I
know but if I get a harsh sentence there isn't anything I can do. You know that
right?" Kyle nodded. Eric sighed, a little relived. He spoke again. His voice
cracking slightly. His grip tightening, feeling as if he'd let go the smaller
man in his arms would fade away. "God I love you so much. I'm so sorry." Kyle
looked up then. "Don't be sorry because you arnt. Your only sorry you got
caught and could be put away for a long time." Kyle tried to half smirk, his
eyes still watering, a tear going over his already tear stained cheeks. "I know
you and your not sorry." Eric smiled, a few tears going down his face as he
attempted to try to smirk back. "For them? Hell no." Kyle laughed but it turned
into a small sob. It was a broken laughter as they both laughed and cried as
quietly as the could in the quiet court room.
The judge and jury came back much too fast for Kyle. Eric sat by him, his arm
around his shoulder, tense with worry,anticipation,fear. The judge spoke. "The
jury have come to a conclusion?" The spokesman for the jury stood up. "We have
your honor." "Your verdict?" "We the jury find Eric Cartman, Guilty of three
murders." Kyle felt his heart drop but the jury continued. "However we will go
with his attorney's plan. He shall serve three years in South Park
Penitentiary,starting next year." altho it wasn't the best, the family still
let out a sigh of relief. Eric smiled brightly in relief, freely letting the
tears race down his face as he gently hugged Kyle. He saw Kyle smile to. A
bright one. It made his heart swell with hope. He saw the Sheila, Ike and
Gerald smiling to. It made him want to cry in happiness. He had a family, for
the first time in his life. He had a family who loved him, unconditionally.
Later that night Lying in Kyle's bed, he saw Kyle still had some tears in his
eyes. He gently racked his fingers gently thru red curls, it seemed to sooth
Kyle and comfort him. Without having to ask, Kyle started to speak. His voice a
little thick with emotion. "Three years is a long time." Eric smiled sadly and
spoke in a whisper. "Just go to sleep and focus on healing." Kyle nodded and
closed his eyes sleepily, attempting to turn over with a little help from his
larger boyfriend who was more then happy to help. He helped turn Kyle over on
his side to sleep and wrapped his own arms around Kyles small waist and
shoulders protectively.
***** Chapter 20 *****
The next morning while Kyle and Eric were eating. Sheila having to go back to
work having been out of work for the last two weeks and Ike needed to go back
to school, no matter how much he was worried about his older brother, homework
was piling up. Eric and Kyle were eating when a doctor came over. It wasn't
Kyle's doctor. It was another,female doctor. She had red hair like kyle. It was
long and straight. Not curly and wild like Kyles. Eric tapped Kyles shoulder to
alert him to the doctor walking over. "I think you have a new doctor." She over
heard Eric as she got to there table. With a smile she spoke. "Actually Eric,
I'm here for you." Eric looked strangely at her while Kyle looked almost
relived. He knew how guilt ridden Eric has been. He knew he needed someone,
more then Kyle, to vent those feelings to. Eric spoke. "For me?" "Yes, by his
mothers request. If you could come with me we can get started." "Get started on
what?" He said as he got up, the doctor leading him out of the doors while Kyle
continues to eat with a small smile on his face.
The doctors office was a boring cream color. The typical psychiatric office. A
few diagrams here and there of the brain and how it works to how common
disorders work. He sat down with a small thud and heavy sigh. To be honest, he
felt a bit frustrated. There was no reason for him to be here. He wanted them
to focus on Kyle. She sat down in a nice seat in front of him, a pen and pad of
paper in her hand. Currently she was already writing down notes. He was curious
and a little self-conscious, knowing she was writing about him. "What are you
writing?" She smiled up at him. "Oh just some observations of you." He looked
strangely at her. "Why? I'm not hurt, I'm not having any nightmares or night
terrors or whatever you doctors call them!" She seemed a bit startled by his
reaction but kept her composure as his frustration level rose. "Are you sure
about that?" He breathed heavy after his little outburst and paused. He has had
some bad dreams but he never labeled them as nightmares. "Well some bad dreams
but not bordering on nightmares."
He looked at a loss for words and sputtered words out. "I've never woken up
screaming or...or crying or any of that." "Whats in the dreams?" He was taken
aback. "Whats in them?" She smiled, knowing that they boarded more on
nightmares then he let on. He had some solid walls up but she was slowly
breaking thru. "Yes, tell me what is in them." He was...honestly...speechless.
He never expected to talk about them. He sputtered a little more.
"uhh...umm..." He chose to sigh heavily, running a stressed hand thru his hair.
Mumbling to under his breath. "Damn." "It's ok." He looked up into soft green
eyes that looked so much like Kyles, bringing that unwanted guilt back up. She
continued. "You can take your time." She spoke softly, gently moving a red
strand out of her face.
Before he could think of what to say she spoke in that damning
understanding,soft voice. "may I take an educated guess as to what is in them?"
"uhh sure." "Do they include not being able to help? To save him?" He was
surprised but he hid it well. He spoke steady but he could feel his nerves
going on edge. "Yeah." "Are you glued to the spot? Some how unable to move?"
His eyes widened slightly. She could read him like a book but he shouldn't be
surprised, this is her job after all. His voice was kept low, afraid it would
betray him and crack. "It was the first night this all started. With Rick.
I...I tried to help but I couldn't move. My feet felt so heavy. I look down and
see chains, wrapped so tightly around my feet it's drawing blood." His eyes
watered but he kept his voice steady as possible. "No matter what I did, I
couldn't move...to save him. I had no choice but to watch. He kept looking at
me, pleading...God the look on his face." He felt a few tears escape but he
quickly wiped them away.
"And...and I just heard his voice...echoing around me. Asking why I couldn't
save him. I tried...I.." His voice broke and his large shoulders shook
slightly. The doctor gently gave him a Kleenex box. With a sad smile he took
one, blowing his nose. She smiled sadly to. She spoke softly. "You know it's
not your fault. If you had known before hand you could have prevented it, saved
him and yourself a lot of misery. I know you would have stopped it, had you
known before it happened...but we never know whats going to happen. You can't
predict whats going to happen."
He took a deep, calming breath, his eyes till a bit watery. "I know but I still
can't help but feel like that, you know? Just knowing that I was a street away.
I was so damn close. If I had been up I probably would have felt something
wrong." She looked at him with a sad smile again. "You were asleep Eric. It's
perfectly normal for a human being to be asleep at 3AM." He just rolled his
eyes and spoke. A little annoyed, frustrated,guilt-ridden. And just overall, on
edge. He let out an annoyed sigh. "How much more time do we have left?" She
looked at her watch. "45 minutes." "Shit." He mumbled under his breath. He did
not want to be here.
Kyle currently was in the group room, tucked in a corner..well about as tucked
as wheelchair can get, and his favorite book of harry potter on a book stand,
making it easy to turn the pages. He tried to read but became too distracted by
the buzz of the room. Right now a small group session was going on in one area,
some were off by themselves, some talking to themselves or an imaginary friend.
It wasn't enough to distract him from him worrying over Eric. He was sure he
wouldn't be happy with the surprise therapy session Sheila set up for him.
He wondered how Eric's therapy was going. He could be tough. He had built up
such a solid wall all his life, that is until Kyle completely smashed it to
bits. Something tells him that it probably didn't take much to break thru. The
doctor he got, by some weird coincidence, looked like him, if he were a girl
and the fact that he had kept it bottled up for so long. It wouldn't take much
to break thru the fragile wall he attempted to build back up. He knew the
amount of guilt Eric was feeling. So in secret he told his mom his worries. He
looked up, for some reason and saw his doctor walk over with the soft smile on
her face. "Hello Kyle, how are you feeling today?" He sighed. "Worried." She
sat by him, lending an open ear. "Why are you worried?" "Because since all this
happened, Eric has been feeling so much guilt over it, and none of it is his
fault and I just wish he would know that. So with that in mind I told my mom
and she set up therapy for him, without him knowing. I just don't want him to
be mad at me for going behind his back about it."
She smiled and gently touched his arm. "I don't think he could ever be mad at
you. He loves you so much and I know he won't be mad at you for helping him,
caring for him. He'll know you only want whats best for him, including therapy.
Speaking of Eric." She tilted her head toward the door ,signaling Kyle to look
up. He perked his head up, a small smile forming on his face.
He saw Eric, his shoulders a little slumped , eyes red and harshly wiping his
still sniffling nose on his coat sleeve. He saw Kyle and smiled a little
brighter but it was a sad smile. His doctor got up. "I'll leave you two alone."
She walked away, waving a friendly hand at Eric who feebly waved back as he got
to Kyle. He sat down next to Kyle while the red head looked at him with
concern. "Everything go alright?" Eric let out a heavy sigh and gently held
Kyle's bandaged hand, looking into green orbs. He smiled a sad smile. "Yeah. My
doctor says I should tell you something."
He pauses and Kyle doesn't speak, just lets Eric speak. "Since we have been
rescued and started recovering here...I've been having nightmares. And...and
they keep me up at night." Kyle speaks in a near whisper. "Whats in them?" Eric
let out a shaky breath. "You, me and Rick. Sometimes it's the two rednecks who
kidnapped us. But each time, I can't move. I can't help. All I can do is
watch." His lip and hands start to tremble, making Kyles heart break at the
sight of his strong boyfriend, crumbling to bits.
"All I can do is watch and yell and scream but nothing. Nobody can hear me. I
can't even move my fucking legs in them. And all I see is you. Your eyes,
pleading for me to save you. A-and I'm sorry I couldn't..." He couldn't finish
his sentience as his shoulders stated to heave with quiet sobs he tried to keep
silent. Kyle gently put his bandaged hand on top of Eric's, still unable to
actually hold his hand. His own eyes watered but he kept strong. .He spoke
softly. "It was never your fault." Eric took a steadying breath. "that's what
everyone says but I can't help but feel I could have saved you, could have done
better for you." Kyle smiled sadly. "You traveled hours across the state, faced
certain death and even killed, all to protect me and save me. You did all you
could." "They nailed you to a cross!" Eric shouted, brokenly. A few tears
escaping. Kyle retaliated, raising his voice. Not caring if the others in the
group room heard them. "Listen to what you just said! They nailed me to the
cross. Not you. None of what they did was your fault. Were both safe and sound.
Please, believe me when I say it wasn't your fault. Please let go of your
guilt." Eric sighed, wiping his eyes. "I don't know if I can." Kyle smiled
sadly. "You will. We'll both be ok. We'll get thru this. Together." Eric smiled
and kiss kyles cheek whispering back. "Together."
***** Chapter 21 *****
Six months after rescue
"Eric?" He looked up from holding his head his hands, a little out of it today.
He met blue with green eyes. His ginger haired doctor, smiling softly at him.
She continued once she had his attention. "You have been coming here for
several months. Has your guilt ebbed off, even a little?" He sighed heavily,
sad eyes looking toward the ground then back up at her. "Not by much. Still
having nightmares about it. About not being able to help." She wrote down some
things then spoke.
"Well from what I have read about your case your a man of action, not words."
He smirked sadly, if that was possible. She continued. "There is a volunteer
program. "South park Junior EMTs training. There you get training on how to
help and save lives. I think it would be good for you." He quirked an eye brow.
"You want me to be an EMT?" She smiled. "Yes, I do. You would be helping
people, even saving them therefore subconsciously you would be helping Kyle
which is the root: not being able to help him. You should give it a shot." She
handed him a pamphlet, regarding the information. He looked at it, laughing
slightly nervously. "Why not? Stranger things have happened."
Sheila looked up from her dinner with a surprised look. "She wants you to be an
EMT?" Eric sighed, seeing the other surprised yet not unhappy faces of his
family. "Yeah. She says it would help my guilt." Kyle smiled over. His hands
out of the large bandages but still covered lightly in gauze. The burn mark
still on his chest but most didn't notice at this point. Kyle spoke up."Well I
fully support it. I think it would be good for you plus your very smart, you
could go far in that filed." Eric smiled over toward his little red head.
Sheila, smiled over as well, hopeful of Eric going with the program. " I can
take you over tomorrow if you like." Eric laughed lightly. "Can I give my
answer? What if I said no?" Kyle gave him a glare thou playful. "Then, Eric
Cartman, I would have to drag you there myself. " Eric quirked a playful
eyebrow at Kyle and leaned over. "Y still using a walker to walk around the
house, how are you going to drag me there?" Kyle smirked. "I'll find a way."
The next day Sheila kept to her word and drove him down. It looked like a fire
station but there were five ambulances and one fire truck. He and Sheila walked
in and found the head EMT. Jason Smith. He held his hand out for Eric to shake
which he took. "Hello Eric. I'm Jason. I hear you want to become an EMT."
"volunteer actually." Sheila elbowed him to say more. He rolled his eyes and
continued. "My...doctor says it would be good for me for volunteer in the
Junior EMT program and I have to say, I'm kinda interested now." Jason smiled.
"Well, let me go get the papers and we can get started. Whats your size?" He
trailed on as the three of them went into the office.
When Eric came home he got to show off his police-like uniform. A patch on the
side arm which says "South Park Junior EMT" Then the station number. Kyle was
home and was right on the couch reading when his mom walked in with a huge
smile. "Guess who is a part of the Junior EMTs?" She moved out of the way to
show off Eric's new uniform. He walked in, almost shyly. He never had this
amount of good attention before. Kyle tried not to let his jaw drop.
He looked so great in the uniform. It show off his muscular arms but not tight
enough to look small. Yeah, kyle wanted to jump him. All he could fathom at the
moment was. "Wow..." a soft smile. "you...you look great." Eric swore he felt
himself blush. "Thanks, I'm gonna go get changed, I don't want to get it dirty.
First class is tomorrow night." H smiled, proudly. The last time he felt this
proud about something, was when he got to hold hands with Kyle in school.
The next night
The class was boring as hell but Eric forced himself to pay attention. There
would be no way he could do this without the education. It was now nearing 12AM
as he stayed downstairs, studying his notes, comparing them to the text book.
Kyle walked limply behind him, cane in hand. Thou he should be using a walker,
he could get along just fine with a cane. He smiled softly, proudly. Who would
have thought that Eric T. Cartman. The one everyone hated,feared. The one who
was as racist as you could get and didn't give a damn about anybody and would
have rather killed then save a life if it meant he got a form of payment.
The Eric. T Cartman, was studying to save lives. Not for gain or glory. But to
honestly, want to help.
Even if it means just helping Kyle, in his head. He came up behind Eric,
wrapping his arms around his large shoulders. "How's the studying?" Eric smiled
softly, holding one of Kyles hands. "Boring as hell but I gotta know this. I
actually want to do this Kyle." Kyle smiled proudly. "I know and I'll be there
to help every step of the way."
After one month of class study Eric was at the top of the class and was even
starting to be put with the adults. At one month, they allowed him to go out in
the filed. He put on his uniform nervously. His first ambulance ride and it was
as an EMT. Once the uniform was on he looked himself over. Feeling giddy,
excited and petrified. What if he failed? What if someone dies because of him?
Kyle came over, slowly, holding his hand, leaning on him, seeing the
nervousness clearly written on Eric's face. "Whats wrong?" Eric sighs. "What if
I fail? What if I end up making a mistake that could cost someone there life?"
Kyle smiled softly, shaking his head. "you'll do great. Your smart, you know
what your doing. I trust you will do amazing." Eric smiled toward him putting
his arm around him. "Thanks." He looked at the time. "I gotta get going."
"Wait! I want a picture of this." Eric rolled his eyes but couldn't help but
smiled brightly while Kyle took the photo with his phone. When the picture was
over he kissed Kyle good bye, getting in the car there letting him use til he
can get a new one.
The call wasn't serious. Some kid had fallen onto a glass table, getting a few
minor flesh wounds and cuts along with a possibly broken wrist and fingers from
the way he landed. They only sent Eric and Jason, the Head EMT. He let Eric go
in the house first. Apparently it was just the kids little sister and him
babysitting. There parents out until much later in the evening.. She had to be
no more then six years old. Eric knelled down to her level. "Hey, can you take
me to your brother. Were here to help him." She nodded with tears in her eyes.
She gently held on to his uniform sleeve, leading him to the kitchen where the
kid who was about 15, sat on the tile floor, one of them being smart enough to
know blood stains carpet. He looked in pain.
Eric and Jason both knelled down to him while the little sister stayed behind
in the door way watching. Jason spoke first. "I'll let you do this one Eric.
It's nothing you can't handle, it's pretty minor. I'll go calm down the
sister." Eric spoke, starting to get some supplies out of his large, navy
duffel bag. "Right. I'll call you if I need you." "Got it." Jason got up, going
to the little sister.
Eric looked at the kid. Put on the latex gloves and gently picked up the kids
right arm. It was all cut up. He just fell on his right side. There was so many
tiny cuts and bits of glass embedded in there. "So, what were you doing to
cause this?" Eric asked as he got some peroxide out, putting it on some gauze,
cleaning some of the cuts, starting at the shoulder. The kid hissed in pain
slightly but spoke. "Me and my sister. We were just having fun, playing tag. I
ran too fast and didn't stop in time. My parents are going to kill me." Eric
then got out tweezers and started taking out some of the glass, and putting it
into a small metal bowl. "They can only kill you if your ok kid. Be glad this
isn't worse." "My parents loved that table." he didn't want to get to mushy
with the kid but he couldn't help but add in his head but they love you more
Other then someone who had a third degree burns on his hand who had to be
escorted to the ER, that was all that happened that night. He got home around
1Am. He came in quietly and saw a small reading light on,seeing Kyle on the
couch, reading and waiting for him. Kyle was in his own world at the moment. He
spoke quietly. "Hey." Kyle looked up with a smile. "Hey, how did your first
night go?" Eric sat down next to him, putting his arm around him. "Not bad.
Some kid fell on a glass table, cutting up his arm, needed 12 stitches. Other
then that nothing really happened." "Yeah, that how being an EMT is." "Well
it's kinda boring...but...I do like it. I like being able to help." Eric paused
and Kyle could sense the moment Eric was having and let him continue. "All I've
ever seemed to do was hurt people in some way or another. For once, I'm
actually helping people. " Kyle smiled and kissed his cheek. "Lets go to bed,
it's late."
Eric nodded,to tired to make a response. But he helped Kyle upstairs, the cane
hitting the floor of the stairs, gently. Once they were both in bed, Eric
wrapped in arms around kyle and fell into a deep slumber.
***** Chapter 22 *****
He only had two months to go before his prison sentence was going to take
place. With it so near it was starting to weigh down on his mind. Currently he
was in the ambulance. Jason driving. He was just looking out the window. How
would Kyle be when he was gone? Even for three years, that's a lot of time he
wont be there. He still felt so damn uneasy about leaving him alone. Going out
for a few hours in the ambulance sorta helped both of them get used to the
normal amount of time away but three years. Three damn long years he wont be
there.
"Hey, whats up with you?" Eric was brought out of his thoughts and looked over
at Jason and sighed, heavily. "Alot of things are up with me. I don't want to
talk about it." They were just coming back from some kids who were
skateboarding. One of them was lucky enough to get the embarrassing injury of
actually breaking one of his testicles. Eric had to stop himself from laughing
when treating him. Suddenly a call came over there radio, breaking Eric out of
his thoughts.
"unit 415, what is your location?" Jason took the mike and spoke. "Three miles
from parking." "We got a call about a woman. Hasn't been seen in over a week.
Some neighbors were getting worried. They think it might be a drug over dose.
It's closest to where you are." "The location?" "21208 E. Bonaza Cir." Eric's
head perked up. That was his house. Jason spoke back into the mike. "On our
way."
For the longest time he and his mother had a off and on relationship. He knew
deep down, all he wanted was for her to act like a mom and not try to be his
friend. He knew she loved him but he could tell behind all the gifts and food
she really was just trying to gain some form of friendship. He felt bad she was
so lonely which he knew was the reason she whored herself out. And since this
whole situation happened with Kyle, he had since moved out, barely able to keep
any contact. He was honestly scared he brought her to this. The ambulance
parked in front of the house. It took all he had in him not to go running to
the door to find her.
It was dark out, about 9PM and there were no lights on. They both got there
issued flash lights out. Eric was nearest to the door. He walked slowly toward
it. Taking in every detail. Once to the door, he knocked. Even if he knew who
lived here and that he used to live here, Jason didn't. No answer. He knocked
again, louder. Sighing heavily with worry he tested the knob. It opened rather
easily. His heart pounded as he started to open the door. What would he find?
What would she be like now? He brought his flash light inside, looking around
the dark house. It was a mess. There television was missing, couch as well. A
few pictures were thrown on the ground but it didn't look like a break in.
There was dust were the television used to be. Time had gone by.
Jason spoke. "You go check upstairs, I'll look around down here." Eric nodded
to him and headed up the stairs quietly. He felt like his heart would burst out
of his chest. He looked in the closet door, his old room. The bright flash
light going over various toys. His eyes and light laid on Clyde frog. It
brought back a lot of memories but he had a job to do. He looked in the next
one. The bathroom. Nothing there but the cabinet was left open and few orange
bottles on the floor.
He swallowed thickly and went to the next one. His moms room. Soon as he opened
the door, he looked in, like he was a small child again, going somewhere he
shouldn't be going. His flash light went to the queen size bed. His eyes
widened as he saw the form of his mother laying on the bed in nothing but her
underwear. He gasped quietly to himself. "Mom." He rushed to her, checking for
a pulse. Nothing. She felt cold. Oh god, what happened since he was gone?
"Jason! Get up here!" He yelled for him. Forgetting to use his radio. He soon
heard pounding up the stairs, a gasping Jason in the door way. "Oh God...is
she..." Eric felt his voice waver slightly. "Dead? I checked." Jason came and
checked as well then mumbled. "Damn." He looked at Eric with a sad,
understanding look. "Sorry you had to see this. Boy your age shouldn't be
seeing dead bodies." Eric nearly whispered. "I've been seeing plenty of those.
" Jason looked confused as he stood up. "We should be looking for some ideific-
" "Lilane Cartman. 42 years old, single mother, unwed. Allergic to peanuts."
Jason looked confused. "How do you know all of that?"
Eric spoke quietly. Holding in every fucking emotion. "That's my mom." Jason's
eyes widen. "Dude, do not joke about-" "This isn't a fucking joke!" His voice
finely cracking, tears threatening to spill, if they haven't already. He barely
could tell anything at this point. "That is my mom!" He quickly rushed back
over to where his mom now lay dead, shaking her shoulders, distraught. "Com'on
mom! Wake up! Wake up!" Jason went to Eric, trying to pry him off. "Eric stop!"
"Your not dead! Wake up!" Jason managed to get Eric away from her, trowing him
to the floor in the process. Jason went to him, Eric now sitting his back
against the wall, tears streaking his face. He was oddly quietly. Jason went
beside him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Go back to the ambulance and stay
there. Get your mind together before we escort her to the hospital. Ok? " Eric
nodded and got up, going downstairs.
Jason sighed, watching him leave the room. He felt horrible for the kid. He
heard how he went thru everything for his boyfriend, both of them nearly dying.
He felt things were looking up for him and then this happens? God better be
having a good laugh up there.
Once he made it down the stairs he looked around. He remembered he forgot his
flashlight, he had dropped in his rush to see his mom. Oh well. He walked over
to were the broken picture lay, picking it up. He had to choke back a sob as he
saw it. It was a family photo. Well, there version of a family photo since it
was just the two of them. He quickly tore the frame apart to get to the photo,
staring at it once last time before clutching it to his chest, breaking down
into tears.
He felt numb. Jason took care of everything. Even called Sheila, telling her
the situation. They would be here soon. Jason was sitting next to him in the
waiting room. Neither talked. Eric just kept his gaze to the floor. An
emotionless look on his face. It broke Jason's heart to see him like that. Soon
Sheila and Kyle came thru the waiting room doors. Kyle got over quickly as he
could with his canes in either hand. Sheila following. Eric saw them and hugged
Kyle tightly yet gently. When they broke apart Eric could see kyles eyes were
red. He was crying. The doctor came out and informed them she had over dosed on
multiple drugs. Cocaine mostly but it was the meth that did her in.
Later that night Eric Sat up in bed. His head in his hands. Kyle by his side,
rubbing his back. Eric spoke questions but he knew he would never get an answer
and it broke his heart every time. "Why? Did I lead her to do this? Was she
suicidal?" Kyle sighed. "She was a drug addict. It may have just been another
fix." "I know." " He gasped slightly, taking in a shuddering breath. "Oh
God..." Covering his face with his hands, he couldn't help but sob quietly into
his hands. Kyle soothing him, wrapping his arms around Erics larger waist.
"shh..." "Why is all of this happening? To you. To me. Maybe this is Gods way
of punishing me." Eric took a wavering breath, holding onto Kyle. "I've done so
much wrong in my life. I know I've changed but that doesn't seem to be enough.
Not for him anyway. " He paused. "You can't just change and hope your past is
suddenly forgiven." Kyle hugged him tighter. "Eric, no matter what happens, I
will always be here." Eric smiled sadly, kissing the top of his red curly head.
The funeral was just a few days later. Eric heard the priest but it felt fuzzy.
Kyle and the rest of his family by his side. He held Kyles hand, tightened his
grip every now and then to reassure himself that he is indeed there and not
just some out of body experience. He watched with silent tears. He didn't
bother to wipe them away. More would just come to replace them. He watched as
her white casket was put into the ground. Once they started putting dirt on
top, he had to look away, biting his lip. Kyle gently rubbed his arm with his
free hand, holding Eric's hand tightly with the other.
She was buried and all that was left after the burial was his new family.
Sheila put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Take the time you need. I'm
going to start the car. Com'on boys." Kyle and Ike followed. Kyle shooting a
few worried glances back as he went to the car. Eric stared at the grave stone.
"Lilane Cartman-Mother"
That was all hast was on it. She had no husbands, only one night stands and
meaningless sex partners. She spoiled him rotten just to receive love back. He
spoke quietly. "I'm sorry. You were a good mom. I never told you this enough. I
love you and I'm gonna miss you. I wish I could have been a better son to you."
He sighs. "Well, goodbye mom." He presses his hand to his lips, kisses it then
places his hand on top of the gravestone. With a tired sigh he started to walk
back to the car.
Eric had a very hard time sleeping that night. If he got any sleep. All he kept
seeing was his moms pale, cold form, laying limply on her bed. Him, unable to
do anything useful that could save her. She had been too far gone. He stood by
the window, looking at the cold ground below. Trying to get his mind right
thou, when was it ever right? He let out a shuddering sigh. God, what a year.
And with his prison sentience coming up, it was only going to get worse.
Suddenly he heard his cell phone vibrate on the wooden desk. Looking strangely
at the vibrating device he picked it up, leaving the room, going outside, into
the cold for fear of waking up Kyle or Sheila. It wasn't a number he
recognized. It put him on edge. He answered quietly. "Who is this?" "Oh I think
you know who this is." The voice sounded familiar. It was playful but so full
of malice and venom. The voice continued. "Oh you know who this is, your just
too afraid to face the truth that you haven't gotten rid of me. Don't think
this is over. You may have ruined our little sacrificeand I have to say, I was
very impressed. Surviving the house fire, snow and cold. Just to save that
little Jew." Eric looked around, thinking he may be watching. His breathing
heavy from the amount of rage going thru. How was he still around?
He nearly growled into the phone. "I swear when I find you you'll wish I would
have killed you." Scott laughed on the other side. "I would like to see you
try. By the way, whats it like? Being an orphan? It's not fun is it?" Eric's
eyes widened slightly. He spoke quietly. "What did you do to her?" The laughter
was maniacal. It reminded him of himself when he was the sadistic little boy in
4th grade.
"Nothing she wouldn't have wanted. Thou the drug I gave her was a
lot...stronger then what she is used to. You should have seen her, at her
moment of death. So frightened, fragile. She knew she was to be just another
murder. She really shouldn't have gone out that night to dance. Look at who she
came home with!" Eric yelled harshly into the phone. "You son of a bitch!"
suddenly the laughter on the other end stopped, almost growling ever word he
spoke with venom and so harshly.
"Now you know just what it's like. My vengeance is done. What shall you do?" He
hung up. The phone still hanging by Eric's ear, the dial tone nearly blaring in
his ear but he couldn't bring himself to hang it still in a state of shock.
This wasn't just another drug fix. This was murder and Eric swore to himself,
by the time his prison sentience came, Scott tennorman would be dead...or he
would wish he was dead.
***** Chapter 23 *****
He had one week before his prison sentience and it was looming over both Eric
and Kyles head. Hell, it was a looming, dark cloud over the whole family. All
becoming more one edge, nervous, wondering when the police will come to escort
him away for three years. Eric wondered how Kyle would be once he would be gone
for the few years. Right now he was waiting outside Scott's house. Waiting for
him to go to sleep. He wanted to barge in, take him by force but he couldn't.
He had a plan for him, oh yes. Nearly identical to how he offed Rick. Why
change something if it's not broken, he thought darkly. Finally the light went
off, he put his plan into action. He was in all black. An hour later, once he
was sure he was asleep, he hid behind a tree, siting slightly on the cold
ground, putting a ski mask on. He didn't want Scott to know it was him until he
was tied and bleeding to a chair.
Picking the lock was easy. Once inside, he made sure his messenger bag of scary
tools was secured tightly against him. As quietly as he could with black combat
boots, he creeped up the stairs. He felt his heart start to race. He imagined
Scott begging for mercy, beaten and bleeding. A sick smile made it's way on his
face thou it was hidden by the ski mask. He finally made it to his bedroom.
Opening the door easily, he stepped inside. His eyes adjusted to the dark well
and he saw everything clearly. He almost wish he hadn't. Scott was sprawled
over his bed, sheets all over the place, only in boxers. Thou it would make it
easier to humiliate him. Getting out his cloth he soaked with a knock out
agent, he went to Scott's side, forcefully turning him over thus waking him up
in the process. He wanted him scared before it even started.
He saw what confusion started fade away quickly to fear as Scott took in the
looming figure above him but it wasn't long before Eric put his arm around his
neck, the other holding the cloth to his mouth. After a few feeble struggles he
goes limp, asleep but only for so long. He lifted Scott above and over his
shoulder, holding him like Santa's bag of toys. Once he got outside to the pick
up he rented, throwing him into the harsh, metal bed. Driving off to the same
house in the woods.
The room would have been pitch black had it not been for the barely lit light
bulb dangling above mussed red curls. Lithe shoulder started to move, waking
up. Blue eyes blinked, willing away the grogginess and the headache. His head
was pounding.
Suddenly he felt a cold chill. Making him shiver, waking him up. Suddenly his
eyes widen. he couldn't see more then two feet in front of him. Was a that
little bit of light actually on or was it the darkness playing tricks on him?
He felt himself sat down, tied and naked to a wooden chair. It was almost
painful. The chair splinted slightly on his bottom and back. He let a whimper
but it was muffled by the duck tape that was now across his mouth. He realized
it also held his hands together and ankles tied to the chair legs. Suddenly he
heard a familiar voice, it sent a shiver of fear down his spine.
"Barely started and already whimpering? Pitiful." He felt the blunt force of a
bat across his face, breaking teeth and facial bone. He cried out, fat tears
already starting to fall.
Eric growled, angrily taking off the ski mask, making his hair look mad and
near psychotic. He was crying already? He brought a knife out, bringing it to
Scott's throat, making him still with fear. His eyes wide and whimpering. He
walked around Scott slowly, knife still to his neck. He spoke almost casual, if
not for the malice laced in every word. "You are so pitiful. I almost don't
want to kill you. Almost." Scott was shivering from the cold and shaking like a
leaf. He didn't want to die. At least not like this. In agony, a slow death.
Once in front of him, Eric leaned down, knife still at his neck, putting a
little more pressure on it.
He looking into Scott's eyes unnerved him a little. Not because they were so
wide with fear or because they begged and pleaded to have mercy. But because
they were the same as his. He knew he had ended up killing his father when he
killed both Scott's parents, thou he didn't know it at the time. He learned
from his mother his dad had been Scott's father, in a way, making them
brothers. The only proof they were even related were the eyes. But they were
not his. He growled in Scott's face, pressing the knife in enough to draw blood
and a surprised yelp. "You are going to die tonight. Your going to die the same
way your buddy died. Remember Rick? You know how he died?" He spoke a little
softer. Near philosophical. "By his own doing. If he had said he was sorry,
begged for mercy, I would have spared him. But he refused. He tried to remain
strong. Til I set him on fire of course." He suddenly heard Scott trying to
scream from the gag. He stood up, ripping the tape off. Scott broke down into a
pitiful puddle of human fear. His voice cracked and shook. "P-please! I'm
sorry! Have mercy, please!? I'm begging you!" His shoulders shook with sobs.
Eyes closed tightly.
Eric smirked then suddenly took Scott by the hair, bringing the knife back,
pressing it in. nearly growling in his ear. " I lied. He begged and begged for
mercy. The moment I drew his blood he was begging." He brought out more duck
tape, putting it roughly back on as Scott screamed and cried in sheer terror.
Oh God, he was gonna die.
Eric snarled and growled as he raised the bloodied steel bat. Brought the bat
down with bone breaking force to his neck, shattering a bit of the bottom skull
bone, his head bleeding. Then his shoulders, legs. ribs, legs, thighs. Anywhere
he could hit without killing him. By the time he was done Scott's neck was
limp. The bones broken, unable to hold it upright. His body and bones a mangled
mess of blood. Some bone sticking out in horrifying ways. He saw Scott's eyes,
they were dead. Numb. Blocking out as much pain as possible, detaching himself
mentally from the moment. It was a natural instinct Eric hoped to get past. He
wanted him to feel every ounce of pain inflicted upon him. To have him feel
every bit of pain he put put Kyle thru. Flashes of Kyle, nailed to that fucking
cross came to his mind.
With a angered yell he thew the bat away from him self, denting a nearby wall.
He went to his bag, getting out the scalpel. Cutting Scott from his binds
quickly, he threw him to the ground just a whimper came form him, if it was any
sound. He was nothing but a bloodied, beaten rag doll. But Eric was gonna
change that.
He started craving all over Scott's bloodied ,broken body. "weakling. Blind.
Follower. Pitiful." Anything he could think of to describe him. But he got a
sick idea. He loved this idea. He quickly craved on his chest, using it as a
tablet, like he did Rick. He looked down at his work with a sick smile. Blood
splattered all over him. His hands completely covered and stained. "Impure"was
written in large, bright red letters across the thin chest. That chest which
was heaving for breath, to escape all this agony.
Getting another knife out, larger, he started to cut the skin away, preserving
the letters. Scott screamed in pure agony. White hot shards of pain still able
to shoot up to his brain even in his broken condition. This time he did it just
to cause pain. Not for labels or in case someone found his body, because NO ONE
would find his body. He held up the craved skin flap to Scott with a scowl.
"You want to know what ricks said? "Rapist." That's what it said, that's what
he was. This is what you are." He stapled the skin back on with a staple gun.
He growled in Scott's ear like a predatory animal ready for the kill. "And you
need to be cleansed." He left Scott laying, bleeding on the floor. He cleaned
up his tools quickly, stuffing them in his messenger bag. He quickly went back
out to the truck, grabbing the gasoline containers. Five of them. This place
wouldn't exist when the sun came up. He started to pour it all over the place,
making sure every bit of the evidence was covered. He doused Scott in two
gallons of it. Throwing the container to the side harshly, he went to the
kitchen. It would take a little bit for the gas to build up to explosive
levels. He turned on each burner. He knew he had about five minutes to get out
oft here and to a safe distance.
He stopped in front of Scott one last time. A sick smile on his face. "May the
fires of hell cleanse you." He ran out within a minute of if exploding. He
ducked , mostly from the force of the explosive shock wave, on the side of his
truck. Once the mushroom cloud of fire was gone, all that was left was burnt
wood and burnt...everything. He waited for it to die down. He was glad it was
still cold enough for snow. The forest wasn't a risk for fire. It was too wet
and cold.
He walked on the burnt, wooden rubble. He saw mainly wood fragments but at a
closer look, he saw bone and melted skin. If his body was to that point, DNA
would have been wiped out and killed. No FBI could find that. With a satisfied
sigh he looked at the blackened horizon made by the trees. He started to see
just a tiniest bit of sunlight. It was time to go home but first to clean up.
This was one death he didn't want kyle to know about.
It took a few hours but in the cold, near icy water, he washed all the blood
off, the sot, ash, all of it gone. He was shivering but clean. He dried off in
the cold weather, shivering, teeth chattering. Once he was back in the truck
and changed into his dry cloths, he blasted the heat. Within a few minutes he
was feeling warmer.
When he got home, it was still pretty dark. He opened the door quietly, only to
be met with Kyle, asleep on the couch. He felt that familiar pang of guilt. He
waited up for him? He had told them earlier that the South Park Police had
called, wanting to question him more, get things settled for his sentence. They
didn't call. He lied. He lied so he could murder. And Kyle. His Kyle, stayed
up, waiting for him. He suddenly could feel the stains on his hands and face.
Even thou the ice cold water washed it away. It hadn't washed it away, not
completely. He suddenly felt his eyes water and every bit of therapy and EMT
training go down in flames. Without him realizing it, he let out a sob.
Kyle started to wake up. Since his incident with Rick he had become a light
sleeper. It was a wonder he didn't wake up when he came inside. Kyle woke up
groggily but looked up. With a small gasp he saw Eric, crying his heart out. He
tried to jump to his feet but the tendons and nerves were still not totally
healed from being nailed. He nearly fell but Eric snapped to attention and
caught him. His face still wet. Lip still quivering like a child who got in
huge trouble. Kyle looked worried, so worried. He slowly stood up with Eric's
help, bringing his scared hands to his boyfriends face. Whispering. "What
happened? Whats wrong?" All Eric could do was hug him to himself and cry. He
mumbled a few. "I'm sorry's" in there but no matter how many times he says it,
it ever makes him feel any better.
Kyle gently lead him to the couch, having him finally calmed down. He looked
worriedly at him, forcing his face to look at him. He spoke quietly. "What
happened?" Eric took a steadying breath, speaking hoarsely from the fire drying
him out and the simple fact of sobbing his heart out. "The police never called.
I lied." Kyle started to look strangely at him. "You...lied? Why would you do
that?" He spoke, hurt lacing his words. Eric spoke, continued. "Because I
didn't want you to know what I was planning on doing. Did do at this point."
Kyle looked almost scared of him. "What did you do?" Eric nearly growled out
his name. Trying to replace guilt and sorrow with anger. "I killed Scott
Tennorman." Kyle looked shocked yet at the same time not surprised at all.
"Why?" Eric looked over at Kyle, a fire in his eyes that Kyle was actually
afraid of. Eric suddenly stood up, hands balling into fists.
"why? Because he has hurt you, me, this whole damn family. He put together our
kidnapping and watched, happily while those two redneck fucking hicks raped you
and tortured you! You know my mothers death? He did it! He called me. Told me
everything, mocking me. Well I'm done with dealing with him. Sweeping him under
the carpet. I burnt that carpet into ash." He nearly growled out the last
sentence. Unaware of how frighted he was making his little red head. Kyle felt
his eyes water. He didn't like seeing this side of Eric. He had hoped it was
gone. His mother must have been the last straw. Kyle let out a small cry. Tears
starting to trickle down his face. Spoke in near whisper. "Eric, please. I
don't like to see this side of you. Your scaring me."
Eric came out of his hatred filled rant, looking at Kyle's small shoulder
starting to shake slightly from his tears. Anger replaced with guilt again, he
gently sat next to kyle, bringing in the crying red head in his arms. He felt
Kyles small arms go around his waist. His crying has stopped but the tears
still fell. He spoke softly, holding him protectively. "I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to scare you. I just got so caught up in all this." Kyle brought his head
back up. Looking at him knowingly. "I know. I know even had I known what you
were planning to do, I wouldn't have been able to stop you. He did deserve it,
I won't pretend he didn't. I just...I just don't like seeing this side of you.
This psychotic, murdering side. It's not you. Your not that. Even if you want
to be. You killed him, now what? You come home, crying your eyes out in guilt,
asking for forgiveness. Murders don't do that." Eric just stared in slight awe
at him. He didn't know what to say to that, he was right. Closing his eyes,
willing away the rest of guilt ridden tears, he kissed Kyles forehead, not
knowing what else to do but show how much he loved him.
***** Chapter 24 *****
The family ate dinner in silence and it was killing Eric. Tomorrow morning he
was going to prison for 3 years. He had to admit, it was better then the 25 to
life he could have gotten but the Judge and Jury were forgiving of the
situation and most likely sided with him but 3 years he would have to be away,
unable to protect Kyle or the family if one of those psychotic religious nuts
decided to seek revenge. Kyle sighed, his fork playing around with a few peas
but the food was pretty much untouched. Sheila saw this and frowned. She knew
why. "Bubby, you should eat." Kyle spoke quietly."I'm not hungry." Sheila let
it go, at least this once. It was a special circumstance. Eric looked over at
him worriedly. He knew he was holding back his emotions, knew there were so
many tears his red head had yet to shed and it was starting to get to him. He
started to get up, putting a hand on his shoulder, silently telling him that he
wants to talk alone.
Kyle looked up, seeing Eric walk to the stairs, waiting. He started to get up
with the help of his cane. His tendons were still pretty screwed up but he no
longer needed two canes or a walker so he was making progress. "Excuse me."
Sheila looked up worriedly along with Ike and Gerald. Ike looked about to cry.
Gerald saw this but waited til Kyle was out of range before he placed a hand on
Ike's small shoulder. He looked at his dad, wiping at his tears before
speaking. His voice cracking. "I Don't want him to go." Gerald just kissed
Ike's head with a sad smile. "I know." He said. He continued. "None of us do."
Eric helped Kyle to there room, closing the door. Kyle sat on the bed, looking
at him, pretending everything was normal and nothing was wrong. He looked at
his larger boyfriend who was walking over looking determined but worried. "What
is it?" Eric sighed sitting next to him. "I should be asking you that." Kyle
tried to smile but he came off as broken and his eyes watered. His wall was
beginning to break once he was away from the rest of the family. "What do you
mean?" Eric just brought his arms around Kyle's shoulders, bringing him to
himself, holding him close. After a few moments of his arms wrapped around his
small red head, he felt trembling in his arms and small cry coming from his
chest. Kyle spoke, his voice breaking. "I don't want you to go." His cries
turned to sobs and heart was breaking hearing it. He held on tighter, kissing
his head, red curls tickling his nose as he did.
After a few more minutes of holding Kyle he began to calm down. Once the tears
had stopped Kyle sat up, looking into those blue eyes he loved so damn much.
Quickly reaching up, his hand tangling in brown hair, he crashed his lips to
Eric's, taking him by surprise but melted into the kiss but gently broke it,
holding Kyles hands away from his face. He smiled softly. "What was that for?"
Kyle looked serious. "I love you." Eric smiled. "I know, I love you to." "And I
want one more night with you." Eric quirked an eyebrow but then he got it. He
looked serious, cupping Kyles face, making sure there wasn't a hint of
reluctance or hesitance. "Are you sure? I don't want to trigger anyth-" "Yes.
I'm sure. I've told you before. I want to make love to you over and over again
until the memory of him is gone." Eric smiled softly, leaning his forehead on
Kyles. "ok, tonight, when there asleep, ok?" Kyle nodded, a small excited smile
coming to his face.
Eric sighed, speaking again. "I'm gonna be going back downstairs, I don't want
to worry them too much." Kyle nodded. "If it's ok, I'd like to stay here. I
just..." He sighed, sadly. "I just want to be alone right now." Eric smiled
sadly, knowingly, kissing his cheek. "ok, I'll be back up when they start
getting ready for bed." Kyle nodded and Eric gently crashed his lips to his,
getting him excited for tonight or at least trying to. Kyle smiled into the
kiss then Eric gently broke it with a small smirk, going to walk out of the
room with Kyles smile still in plated in his mind.
Sheila saw him walk down the stairs. She had waited in the living room while
Gerald and Ike did the dishes in the background. She stood up worriedly.
"Eric?"Eric smiled sadly. "He's fine. Just...taking this really hard." Sheila
sighed. "We all are. You've become family here." She smiled sadly. "None of us
want to see you go." Eric sat down, head in his hands, running them thru his
hair stressfully. "Will he be ok when I'm gone? I mean it's only 3 years
but..." He groaned slightly in frustration and Sheila sat next to him. "But
you'll still be gone, I know what you mean. And he'll be fine, we'll make sure
of that." He looked at her. "What about protection? What if something happens?
What if some people from the cult try hunting him down again?" She quirks a
playful eyebrow at him. "Do you think I would let them take my bubby?" She
smiled, trying to lighten his mood, just a bit. It seemed to work as he smiled
weakly.
An hour went by and Eric walked back into there room. Everyone else in bed. It
was going on 10PM. He saw Kyle reading, his black,nerdy reading glasses at the
bridge of his nose. It was an adorable sight and he must have not heard Eric
come in. sneaking out his phone, he took a picture, glad it was on vibrate but
it did flash, getting Kyle's attention with shock then a smile. "Hey!" Eric
smiled, putting the phone back in his pocket. "What?" He walked over to the
bed, bringing Kyle into his arms, holding him tightly to him. He felt Kyle
smile against his chest. Kyle sat up, putting his book away and glasses on the
bedside desk. He looked at Eric a moment before crashing his lips to his and
wrapping his arms around Erics neck for dear life.
Eric was taken by surprise but smiled into the kiss. It had been far too long
since they even kissed like this. He held him close to him, being careful not
to crush him but wanting to hold him as close as possible. Kyle started to lay
back, bringing Eric with him, lips still connected, not wanting to leave there
warmth.
He felt kyles tongue ask for entrance in the middle of there heated kiss. He
couldn't help but say yes and deepen the kiss, gently running his hand under
his shirt to feel soft skin. He felt Kyle tense slightly, he softened his
kisses, moving to his neck, whispering. "Relax. It's me. I love you." Kyle
smiled sadly, closing his eyes, listening to Erics voice. " I know." Eric
smiled into his neck, starting to unbutton the thin pajama shirt. His eyes
gazing over the Star of David scar. He ignored the feeling and memories it
brought up, focusing solely on the red head below him.
After few fast, slow, sweet movements they were naked and Eric kissed every
inch of skin he could find. He nibbled Kyles neck, bring sweet,soft moans from
the little Jew. His hand trailed down to his lovers member. If Kyle was feeling
uncomfortable about anything, any brought up memories or nightmares, it
certainly wasn't showing psychically. What he was showing just how eager he
was. He had to be aching.
Eric was aching to. For him. Only him. Crashing his lips to his and gently
grabbing a hold of Kyles aching member, bringing a loud moan into Erics mouth.
He melted into a puddle of pleasure and feeling. Closing his eyes tightly, not
wanting to feel anything else but the bliss he was in.
In his bliss, Eric took advantage and got the bottle of lube, putting some on
his fingers. He put it back , leaning down, over kyle whose green eyes were
blown with lust. They made Erics heart skip a beat at how strikingly green they
were. Collecting his thoughts again he spoke softly. "I'm putting one in. ok?"
Kyle nodded, a little nervously. Once Eric had the go-ahead, he gently slid one
slicked up finger inside his entrance.
Kyle gasped lightly, biting his lip. It hurt a little but took calming breaths.
The finger slid in and out,slow and steady. Eric kissed his cheek gently,
whispering. "I'm putting the second in. ok?" Kyle smiled. He was so
considerate. He nodded then let out a breathy sound of pain. The muscle
stretching further but the fingers got faster, soon finding that familiar spot.
Kyle gasped, letting out a small moan of pleasure, griping Erics larger
shoulders.
Eric smirked, kissing Kyle's small neck, nibbling slightly, bringing more moans
from that wonderful mouth. Soon he was ready and lubed up his own member,
leaning over the small red head below him. Now he could see the nervousness,
the bit of fear. He leaned down to Kyle's ear. "Tell me no and I can stop."
Kyle bit his lip, feeling his eyes water. There was so many damn feelings going
on inside of him, he wasn't sure what to do but hew knew he wanted this. He
looked up, his eyes watery. "No, I need you." His arms wrapped around Erics
neck. Eric smiled sadly. He then crashed his lips to his lovers, moving in
slowly as he did. He felt Kyle gasp in his mouth. He hoped it was all in
pleasure but he knew a part of it was a horrible mixture of pleasure,pain and
horrifying memories. He was halfway in when he saw Kyle close his eyes tightly,
tears falling down. He kissed them away, gently caressing his face, whispering
to him. "shh, it's Eric, it's me. Your safe and I love you so much." He kissed
his head, he felt kyle relax a little. "Kyle, open your eyes." Kyle did as he
was told, locking eyes with Eric's blues ones. Eric smiled softly, nearly all
the way in.
kyle smiled softly, tears still in his eyes. "I love you to." Eric paused his
movements, he was all the way in. he stopped, letting kyle adjust around him.
He whispered. "Tell me when your ready." Kyle nodded in agreement. After what
felt like an eternity to Eric, Kyle started moving his hips, riding him gently.
Eric let out a breathy moan, starting to move, thrusting in and out at a slow,
steady pace.
As Kyle's moans got more intense so did the thrusts. It seemed for the moment,
all the horrible memories were forgotten. Everything that haunted Kyle, gone in
the blissful state. Eric sped up, feeling close. He could feel Kyle tensing up
to, so wonderfully around him. He took Kyles member in his hand, starting to
jerk him off but Kyles hand stopped him. He looked confused to Kyle who just
had one of the sexiest smiles he has seen. "I want to come from just you being
inside me." Eric smiled, crashing his lips to his, speeding up his thrusts,
holding out until his lover has come.
He felt Kyle tense around him. Small hands gripping his shoulders in a death
grip. Soon he felt the warm rush on his stomach. He couldn't hold back, coming
deep inside his little red head after a few more thrusts, riding out his
orgasm. Breathing heavy, he rolled to the side, holding him tightly to him,
kissing his head over and over again. Kyle smiled tiredly, turning over to look
Eric in the eyes. "I love you." Eric smiled. "I love you to." Kyle snuggled
into his arms and chest. He felt safe and protected. He spoke softly. "I don't
want you to go." Eric frowned, letting out a heavy breath. "I know. I don't
want to go either. But I promise, I will be back." Kyle smiled sadly. A tear
escaped his eyes but he didn't bother to wipe at it. Too scared to break the
sweet moment. Before he fell asleep he felt the sweet pressure of lips on his
forehead.
***** Chapter 25 *****
The whole family sat o the couch, waiting. It was 11:37 AM when Sheila saw the
Police car park outside. She let out a heavy sigh. "There early." Kyle held
Eric's hand tighter, so scared to let go. He was trembling and ready to break
down. Eric brought him in his arms with his free hand, kissing his head.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Sheila got up, letting out a breath,
preparing herself. The door opened to show two police officers. Both looking
like they were about to deliver a 24 hours to live death sentience.
Sheila didn't smile at them but she welcomed them in. no reason to hate them,
they were just doing there job thou at this moment she really didn't like them.
The younger smiled weakly, an attempt to be polite in this circumstance. "Thank
you mam." She couldn't help but smile weakly back and nod her head at him. Eric
let go of Kyle, standing up, ready for his sentience.
The older police officer brought out handcuff's, going toward the large
brunette. Eric held his hands out. The metal cuffs locking loudly among the
quiet room. The officer sighed. "Eric Cartman. You are being placed under
arrest for the murders Henry Woodson,Samuel Hines and Lucas Tyler. You are to
spend your next three years locked in South Park Penitentiary, you have the
right to remain silent, anything you say or do can be put against you in a
court of law.'"The police officer sighed, letting some of his real colors show.
"I'm sorry kid. You don't deserve this." Eric smiled sadly to him but he had
nothing to say.
The younger went to Sheila. "If you like you can follow us for your final
goodbyes." Sheila nodded. "We will." She smiled sadly. Kyle stood up, looking
at the younger officer. "May I ride in the cruiser with him?" He looked
pleadingly, like a dog begging for it's only food in months. The younger looked
at the older officer. The older officer sighed. "Just this once but he really
are not suppose to."
It was going by so fast. Too fast for Kyle. He went into the cruiser first. He
watched as the helped Eric in, cuffed hands on his lap. The closed door felt
like it echoed in Kyles mind. They were silent the whole way to the prison.
Wanting to say so much but not being able to. With a small, trembling hand he
reached over and held Eric's in his tightly. Eric looked over at Kyle with a
sad, reassuring smile. A smile even he didn't believe but he hoped to God kyle
did.
They finally parked in front of the prison and Kyle's heart dropped. Time was
going too fast and he wanted it to stop. Kyle got out of the car first. The
officers helped Eric and undid the handcuffs. When they did he clung to Kyle
like a lifeline, holding him close and Kyle couldn't take it anymore, breaking
down into tears, hiding his face in his boyfriends chest. Sheila, Gerald and
Ike stood back, Sheila had tears going down her face along with Ike who was
hiding his face in her waist while she held him.
Eric held him until once of the officers tapped him on the shoulder. He nodded
and gently brought Kyle to arms length, looking intensely into those green
emeralds he loved so much. "I love you and I wish we had more time but I wanted
to give you something to keep you going while I'm gone. Something you can look
at and always think of me." He let out a shaky sigh, going down on one knee in
front of Kyle who's hands went to his mouth in shock, hiding the smile forming.
"Kyle, Will you marry me?" Kyle smiled, nodded. He didn't trust his voice to
not crack and wobble. Eric smiled, placing the simple sliver band with one blue
stone in the center. He chose blue because they matched his eye color and if
they matched Eric's eye color then they'll remind Kyle of him and think of him.
With one more finale hug they had to go. Sheila gently came over, placing a
hand on kyles shoulder while they Took Eric away into the Prison gates. He
couldn't believe what just happened but at the same time felt like shouting it
to the world.
Once inside the prison they lead him to the front desk, getting what
information they didn't have, gave him his orange jumpsuit and got the standard
mug shot. He was then lead to his cell where a large man, almost larger then
himself. Tattoos covered his face and arms and he saw what looked like lines.
He murdered and kept count of them. He was bald but Eric was thankful he didn't
see that familiar swastika like the other skin heads he killed. The man was
cleaning his nails with something sharp, he couldn't tell what but it was small
enough to get past guards and do some damage.
The cell door closed with a loud slam, the man looked up and Eric tensed up,
looking at him. The man stood up, he had to be at least 7 feet tall. Easily
towering over Eric's 6'7. suddenly the man held out his very large hand. Eric,
hesitantly took it, having it shaken in a friendly manner. He spoke, his voice
was deep and raspy, like he smoked 4 packs a day his whole life. "Welcome to
hell prisoner 66358." Eric swallowed down what little fear he had. "uhh
thanks." The man went back to his spot on the bottom cot. "So does prisoner
66358 have a name?" Eric went and sat down across from him on the cement seat.
"Eric. Eric Cartman. Your name?" The man just looked up. "Mason. What you in
for?" Eric sighed heavily, relaxing slightly.
"I killed three men." "Now that's not exactly new around here but what is new
around here is a kid. How old are you? 16?" " Going on 18..uh sir." Eric was at
a loss of how to handle this situation. The man half smiled, half smirked,
looking up. "Sir? Haven't been called that in a very long time. If are going on
18 then that means you got lucky enough to be trailed as an adult which means
whatever you did, however you killed these men, means it was gruesome and
personal." Eric sighed, speaking quietly, arms resting on his knees. "Yeah..."
He trailed off. His mind drifting off to those horrible nights.
Before he knew it it was lunch time. Mason helped and lead him to the cafeteria
but once there he roughly poked him in the shoulder with a pointed finger.
"Don't think were friends just because we had a nice conversation and I helped
you get here. There aren't friends here. Got it?" Eric swallowed. "Yeah. Got
it." Mason walked away, getting his own tray. He suddenly felt a few eyes
staring at him and for once he felt exposed and vulnerable. This was a whole
new situation and he didn't know how to deal with it yet. He walked and got his
own tray, getting the slop they call food, making him homesick already for
Sheilas kosher cooking.
He sat down at an empty table, trying to keep to himself. He hadn't sat down 5
minutes when a large,tattooed black man came over. Doo-rag on his head. Thin
but lean. He leaned on the empty side of Eric, getting in his face. "Yo man, I
saw you earlier. When they brought you man, you had a sweet little thing you
were kneeling in front of." He tried not to let it show how much this guy was
bothering him. He could tell he was a punk. An ex-gang member by the look of
the tattoos. He could take him on,easily.
The man smiled, triumphantly, thinking he won some prize by getting under
Eric's skin. "Oh yeah but you know what? I don't think it was a girl, was it
dawg? No, your just a pussy fag arnt yo. " Eric was one more sentience away
from breaking the mans nose. "yo no real man. real man is with a woman. Not
some thin little faggy-" Eric cut his sentience off by punching him, hard,
under his chin. He wanted to make sure it did damage and got him the hell away
from him. He flew back about a foot, with bloody teeth and nose. He stood up,
feeling his face. Feeling the blood dripping from it now. He growled, trying to
hide how scared actually was.
"What the fuck man!? I try to talk to you and you-" Eric had enough. He punched
the man again, knocking him unconscious,bleeding on the floor. Everyone was
looking now and guards were starting to come in. They handcuffed Eric, leading
him back to his cell and took the bleeding man to the medical wing. Eric sat,
leaning his head in his hands. This was gonna be a long three years.
Eric hadn't been gone for a week when somebody tried to break in. Kyle had
already been up, unable to sleep when he heard the living room window break. He
felt his heart stop. He wasn't sure if his parents heard it or not. He got the
tazer that was on the bedside desk, getting up and walking slowly. He walked
down each step slowly. He was nearly holding his breath. His heart was
pounding. It felt like it would pound out of his chest. He got to the bottom
stair and before he could tell the intruder he was armed, he was grabbed from
behind with dirty, rough hands. A hand went over his mouth but he bit down
hard, making the man let go. "Mom! Dad! Help!" He screamed as he was grabbed
again. Sheila woke first from hearing her son scream. She could hear the
struggle downstairs and quickly got the baseball bat from her side of the bed.
The less people involved the better.
She rushed down there but was soon spamming to the ground once she got to the
bottom, into the living room. She was drooling and twitching from the tazer the
man used against her. Ike, hearing all of this, had already called the police.
Ike was shaking,huddled on his bed. His cell pressed to his ear. The 911
operator spoke. "Ike, are you still there?" His voice was quiet and wobbly.
"Yeah but there hurting my brother. There hurting my family."Small tears fell
from his eye. The operator on the other side spoke. "police will be there soon.
Just keep talking to me and keep telling me what you hear."
Kyle fought back with all he had but the man had him to the ground again.
Pining his small wrists to the floor. The man laughed manically. He had a
feeling he may be on drugs. He spoke in a whisper, like a child telling there
friend something they weren't suppose to do but did anyway. "Oh I've got you
you pretty thing. You will make a beautiful sacrifice." Kyle was shaking and
trying so hard not to sob and crumble. Sheila leaned on her arm, trying to sit
up but the effects of the tazer still went thru her, weakening her.
Get..away..from him." He looked over harshly toward Sheila, hissing his words
thru his rotten teeth. "Stay out of this hag! You have no idea what your
talking about!" Suddenly there was a shotgun cocking. Making all in the room
look over at the staircase. There was Gerald, with a Shot gun, aimed at the
intruder.
Gerald spoke calmly but was full of determination and anger. "You will get away
from my son now." The man just smiled, laughed. "Or what? Kill me?" The man
laughed again and went to remove Kyles pants when suddenly the shotgun went
off, sending him off of Kyle, his side a bloody mess but he didn't stop.
Whatever drugs he was one numbed the pain of his shotgun wound. Suddenly red
and blue lights fill the room with sirens. The man quickly grabbed Kyle,
putting a knife to his throat. Holding him up as a human shield. The mans side
was bleeding, profusely. Sheila sat up, the shock of the tazer wearing off but
another shock setting in as she saw her son in the arms of this mad man. Her
hands went to her mouth to keep from yelling out. Scared she would make it
worse.
Gerald gave Sheila the gun and went to open the door slowly, hands up, making
sure the police know he means no harm. He walked closer to the police officers.
There was at least 4 police cruisers, all out and guns pointed at the house.
The chief went to Gerald, a calming hand on his shoulder. He spoke quietly.
"Whats going on in there?" Gerald looked up fearfully. "there's a mad man in
there. He broke in, my son Kyle went to investigate but he was grabbed. Then My
wife went to look, bat in hand, at this point I have woken up, I heard the
commotion and got my gun. I don't like to use guns but-" The chief put a hand
up to stop him from rambling. "Your getting off topic." "Sorry. I went down,
shotgun in hand. I saw him pinning my son to the ground and the way he was
behaving, I think he may be on drugs. Something like PCP because I shot him,
he's bleeding all over my floor and he hasn't even flinched. Now he has Kyle
and probably the rest of my family hostage. He's there-"Gerald pointed a finger
toward where the address plate is. "there against the wall. He has a knife
against his throat." Gerald thanked God he was a lawyer at this moment. It made
it easier to talk to police about, even if it was his son and he was trembling
with fear for his life on the inside.
The chief sighed heavily. "Thanks. We'll get them out safely." The chief then
got a mega phone out,turning it on, speaking into it toward the house which now
had two big spot lights on it. "This is the South Park Police Department. We
have you surrounded. Let Kyle go" The mad man appeared in the door way. Still
holding a trembling Kyle, knife to his throat and his tears going down his
face, touching the warm metal.
***** Chapter 26 *****
The intruder held Kyle hostage. The sharp knife just barely cutting the skin.
Kyle was scared stiff. He couldn't move. He felt frozen as ice with fear. The
tears going down his face were the only warm thing he could feel. The bright
spot lights were blinding and he hoped the intruder would kill him or let him
go. He hated being the victim. He hated being put in the middle. The chief of
Police talked thru the megaphone from behind a cruiser. "Please tell us what
you want. Why are you taking this innocent kid hostage? " The deranged and
drugged intruder only stared at them, eyes blank and on a mission.
The chief sighed heavily. "If you don't let him go we will be forced to use
lethal force. Let him go now. This is your final warning." "I want peace!" The
man snapped back the the police. His jaw set tightly, nearly growling. His body
fumed with such an anger even The Hulk couldn't compare. The chief spoke again,
confused. "What do you mean by peace?" The man continued to fume. His grip on
Kyle bruising and breaking the blood vessels. "I want peace from filth like
him! I want this world to be better, brighter. But it's horrible creatures,
like him, roaming it. Gays, Jews, all of'em! We need to rid the world and start
over with him!" Suddenly he raised the knife to slash the fragile throat when a
good shot, shot at the side of his shoulder that was exposed.
It wasn't an ordinary bullet thou. It was a knock out agent made for such a
situation. The man fell back from the shock, letting go of Kyle who fell to the
snow on the ground as his father and many of the police officers rushing to his
aid and to arrest the drugged man. Kyle was still as stone when his father held
him. His eyes half lidded and catatonic. An officer put a blanket around him as
another officer lead Sheila and Ike out of the house. Sheila had an arm wrapped
around Ike but when she saw Kyle in the snow, she ran for him, Ike following.
She quickly brought him in her arms. He limply brought his arms around her. He
felt numb. His body had shut down temporarily to block out the familiar
traumatizing experience. He wasn't thinking he was thankful to be alive. He
wasn't even thanking God he and his family were alive and well. (but he was
happy about that, he just didn't feel it at the moment) the only resounding
thought he had, thru-out the whole experience. I wish Eric was here.
Eric had just woken up, less then an hour ago. Now, he sat alone, eating his
breakfast. Some of the fellow inmates watched, wanting to make a move, to push
the new meat around but they saw what he did to the gang member, in one hit.
Word got around that he broke his jaw, in one hit. He didn't bother watching
any news channel or newspaper. They had it on the large TV protected and
mounted to the wall but he never watched it. Until they mentioned the name
"Broflovski" then his head shot up, looking at the screen. A reporter stood in
front of Kyles house.
The reporter spoke, Eric hung on ever word. "Just over a year since the cult
Kidnapping of two South Park boys, Kyle Broflovski and Eric Cartman, it seems
its happening again. What seemed like a normal night, became a night of terror
for young Kyle as an intruder broke in, appearing drugged and on a mission.
That mission, to clean the human race. The police are not giving out the
identity of the drugged intruder for safety reasons. Chanel 5 was not able to
be there as this took place around 3AM last night but police talked to the
parents, they didn't want to appear on camera but this is what the boys mother
said. "
Eric watched between being horrified and guilt ridden. If he wasn't in prison
he could have been there, to stop him. The words went on the screen, a
transcript of Sheilas words.
"Sheila- I heard a commotion downstairs and grabbed the bat I've been keeping
by the bed. I went downstairs but when I got to the bottom, it was still dark.
I called out for Kyle but I got hit with such intense pain, I didn't know at
the time but it was a taser that Kyle had brought with him to investigate the
strange noises which we now know was the drugged man. When I came to I saw the
man pining my bubbla down on the floor, I think he intended to rape him before
he killed him. At that point my husband came downstairs with a shotgun I didn't
know he had. He had told the man to get off out son but he didn't listen.
Gerald shot him but it didn't faze him. At that point the police Ike called was
there, turning it into a hostage situation."
It switched back to the reporter, she spoke,looking somber. "The man brought
poor Kyle out to the police, knife to his neck. After 5 minutes of talking to
the drugged man, he yelled. "I want peace." At that point the police shot the
man and have him in custody. Kyle and his family are currently recovering at
Hells Pass Hospital. Chanel 5 will be here with further updates. Back to you
Tom."
Eric got up quickly, nearly running out. Not caring who he knocked down in his
fast pace. He went to one of the prison phone. A few others were using some but
he didn't give a fuck who heard his conversation. He quickly grabbed the phone
book near it, looking up the number for Hells Pass number. Once he got it, he
dialed quickly.
A perky nurse picked up. "Hello, Hells Pass Hospital,how may I help you?" "Yes,
can you connect me to the Broflovski room please?" "ok, which one?" Eric
quirked a very worried eyebrow. "What do you mean, which one?" "There are
currently two rooms. One to Kyle Broflovski and one to Sheila." His mind
stopped for a minute. He didn't like that he had to pick. "uhh Sheila please."
He knew his little red head would still be pretty distraught, he wanted answers
and he couldn't get them if he was sobbing into the phone which made him feel
even more guiltier, that he can be there for him.
Sheila had her head in her hands as she laid on the hospital bed. They
hospitalized her for observations because her heart was beating irregularly.
They weren't sure if it was a side effect of the taser or not but they wanted
to keep an eye on her vitals. Suddenly her phone rang. She looked confused at
it and picked it up. '"Hello? This is Sheila." "It's Eric. What the hell
happened?" She sighed heavily. She should have known he would have known by
now. The news reported on it. The doctors had to push them away even just to
get proper rest. She spoke quietly, full of sadness. "I don't know. This man,
he just broke in. He tried to ra-sexually assault him when I got down there."
She couldn't bring her self to say "rape". The word felt like vomit to her
mouth.
Erics hand gripped the phone tightly. He's surprised he didn't break it. She
continued. "It wasn't until police were there he stopped and took him hostage."
She sobbed lightly. Speaking brokenly into the phone. "Why do they want him?
Why do they keep doing this?" A hand went to her mouth instinctively. Eric put
his head to the wall, keeping it there, eyes closed, tightly. He had to get a
hold of his emotions. He couldn't lash out again. He could get an even longer
sentences then he already had and what he had was out of pure luck.
He spoke quietly controlling every ounce of anger and guilt that was surging
thru him like a speeding truck. "I don't know. I'm sorry I wasn't there. Now,
why are you hospitalized? Did he do anything to you?"
Sheila sighed. "No, I'm fine. Just...when I got downstairs, the man shot me
with a taser. When the EMTs looked me over, I had an irregular heartbeat. They
wanted to keep me for observation." She smiled weakly. "I'm fine Eric. Go call
Kyle. He misses you." He smiled weakly at that. "ok, I'll call and check on you
later. Bye." He hung up, dialing again, this time for Kyle.
Gerald was at Kyles bedside, watching over. He was laying on his side, nearly
curled into a ball, his back to his father. His eyes still wide and catatonic.
His body eerily still. There was a stark white bandage around his neck. The cut
from the knife being deep enough to need a few stitches. Suddenly the phone
range, starling him slightly. Gerald picked it up, answering quietly. "ahh
hello?...oh alright. I'll warn you. He isn't himself." He placed the phone
down, to his chest, goes nearer to Kyle.
"Kyle? There's someone on the phone for you." Kyle in his catatonic stage
looked slightly curious and fearful. His hand trembled as it reached for the
phone, his father handing it to him. Kyle gently rested it, cradled the phone
between his head and shoulder gently. His hand holding it. He talked quietly.
"Hello?" "Hey Jew.." Erics voice spoke quietly, thick with emotion. Kyles eyes
widened slightly hearing his boyfriends voice. His eyes watered, voice wobbly.
"Eric?" "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I wasn't there. Are you ok?" Eric knew it was
a stupid question but he felt the need to ask anyway.
Kyles voice cracked as tears started to fall. "Oh God...why is this happening?
He tried to rape me Eric. Almost killed me." Kyles face scrunched up in fear.
Flashes of it coming back. " I can still feel the knife. It was so cold. " Eric
let out a shaky breath. He was now alone in the phone room. He spoke quietly.
"I'm so sorry Kyle. I am so sorry I wasn't there. I love you, ok? Don't ever
forget that."
Kyle smiled bitterly, looking at his ring with a blue stone. "I know you do. I
love you to."
Suddenly a bell rang in the prison. The breakfast/lunch was done and he had to
leave. It was the mandatory outdoor activity. "I'm sorry Kyle, I gotta go. I
promise, I will call back to check on you. I love you so much." Kyle smiled
into the phone. "I love you to." Eric smiled but hung up the phone before he
couldn't bring himself away. He took a deep breath, walking away from the phone
to the fenced in basketball court.
While Kyle was in an exhaustion induced sleep, Stan rushed into his room.
Gerald was asleep as well in the chair, slumped tot he side. Stan looked and
saw he didn't wake any one. He looked over at Kyles sleeping form and walked
over quietly. Damn, his eyes were already watering. His hand gently trailed
over Kyles chest and arms, just barely touching the sheets where he lay. The
hand went to the mess of red curls, petting it gently. He bit his lip to keep
from crying. My God...how can someone do this to another living being?He took a
steadying breath, leaning down to kiss his head, whispering. "I swear Kyle,
nobody is going to hurt you again." Kyle now started to stir awake.
Feeling the light weight on him he jumped, thinking it was them again. Stan put
a hand to his mouth and forced his head to look at him. He spoke quietly but
sternly. "Kyle, It's me. Stan. Super best friends? Remember?" Kyles eyes
widened slightly and Stan saw them water. The tears spilled over his hand.
Stand took his hand away from Kyles mouth to see those small lips trembling.
Kyle spoke quietly, a broken whisper. "Stan?" Stand smiled bitterly. "Yeah, im
here. Im not going anywhere." Kyle crumbled into Stan chest, sobbing his heart
out. Stand quickly took a hold of him, holding him tightly, protectively to
him. Stan whispered to him. "No one is going to hurt you again. I swear."
Kyle cried himself back to sleep and Stand never left his side or the hospital.
Not until he was released 3 days later. Then he stayed in there home with them,
making sure no one tries to break in again.
Kyle lead him up to his room. Stand carrying a suitcase and pillow. He opened
the door and spoke awkwardly. "ahh you can have the bed if you like. I can
sleep on the floor." Stan looked confused, placing his stuff down. "why can't
we both share the bed? We have before." Kyle sighed. "Cause, it would just be
weird." Stand tried to protest but kyle stopped him,speaking first, sternly.
"Stan, don't." he paused then ran a hand thru his curly hair. "I mean were not
9 anymore dude." Shows him the ring Eric gave him, holding his hand up. "I'm
getting married, ok? We can't share a bed anymore. So either you take the bed
or floor and stay there for the night or you can leave and I can protect
myself." Kyle crossed his arms.
Stan started to get angry but kept it under control. "Fine. I'll take the
floor." Kyle sighed. "Ok. I'm gonna go check on dinner and help my mom."
Truthfully, Kyle needed to get out of the room. He wasn't sure if Stan staying
here to protect him was such a good idea.
***** Chapter 27 *****
One week later
"So new body guard?" Eric asked from behind the thick prison glass. He sat
across from Kyle, talking into the phone. He heard Kyle sigh thru the phone
then looked up with his sad puppy look. Eric eyed Stan from over Kyle's
shoulder as he stood away, arms crossed,waiting with Sheila. Kyle spoke
quietly. "Yeah." Eric looked slightly relived. "Good. At least I know your not
alone." "I can protect myself." Eric looked gently stern. "And you have done a
wonderful job of that." Kyle glared but it didn't have nearly as much fire as
it should have. Eric continued. "Scott in the bathroom, this drugged up cult
zombie. I know you tried and I'm glad you tried but you need to take a fucking
gun with you instead of a taser or pepper spray or a knife. I know you can use
it, I taught you how to use it." Kyle looked guilty and spoke. "I know, your
right..I ..."He sighed.
Eric looked almost pleading to Kyle. "Then please, use that gun for me. Don't
you let another person try to hurt you. Cause you know if I was there, it would
be me behind that gun. I know you can protect yourself but if I was there that
night..."He sighed heavily. The guilt making his shoulder slacken. He spoke a
little more quietly in the phone. "I'm sorry Kyle." Kyle shook his head gently.
"No, don't say that." Suddenly one of the guards behind Eric put a hand on his
shoulder, signaling that there time was done until next week. Eric sighed once
again, heavily. "I'm sorry Kyle. I need to go. I'll see you next week?" Kyle
smiled sadly. "yeah. I love you." Eric smiled sadly back. "I love you to. Make
sure to protect yourself properly." Then he hung up the phone, the guard
handcuffing him and leading him back out.
Kyle sighed heavily. The Phone still at his ear. He limply placed the phone
back on its hook as Stan came over, placing a hand on his shoulder. Kyle stood
up, hugging him, hiding his face in his shoulder. He sniffled lightly. Stan
spoke quietly. "You ok? Did he say anything to you?" He said with a light anger
in his voice. Kyle didn't catch the anger in his voice but he looked up,
sniffling lightly, his eyes watery as he wiped a tear away. "I just hate this.
He shouldn't be in there." "He killed three people Kyle" Kyle just gave a look
but just let out a breath, walking to his mom, as they all started to walk out,
Stan sighed, following behind.
After the prison visit they had all gone out to lunch. The tension at the table
was noticeable but Shelia did her best to keep everyone happy. Kyle smiled
weakly at a joke his dad made then looked to his side where Stan was sitting,
arms crossed, a thoughtful look on his face. He leaned in, whispering. "You ok
dude?" Stan was broken out of his thoughts and looked at Kyle with a weak
smile. "Yeah, fine." Kyle smiled back at him. "ok, good." the waitress then
came over with there food and it seemed like the tension was gone.
A few hours later at home Kyle sat with Stan watching one of his favorite
shows. "Doctor Who." Stan watched as the TARDIS crashed into the yard. Stan
spoke up, confused. "So what is that box called that he flies around in?" Kyle
smiled but rolled his eyes. "ok first off, he doesn't "fly" in it, he travels
in it and it's called a TARDIS." Stan looked like he got it but he knew he
would have to ask again for the 5th time. Stan looked a little grossed out,
raising his eyebrows. "Fish fingers and custard? Really?" "Yes really." Kyle
leaned his head on Stan's shoulder with a content smile and Stan had to
struggle not to put his arm around his super best friend. He wanted to hold him
close so badly, kiss all his fears away but he couldn't. He came out of his
thought again when a red headed girl was lecturing the doctor, apparently for
being away for 12 years. He asked again. "So who is she now?" Kyle sat up with
a quirked eyebrow. "Are you following along at all?" Stan smiled sheepishly.
"sorry dude, I'm trying." Kyle smiled and answered.
"That is Amy Pond. She was the little girl who sat with him when he ate fish
fingers and custard and also crashed into her back yard." Stan smiled, starting
to get it. "oh ok, I think I got it." After a little while of watching the hour
long episode, he saw Kyle looking pretty sleepy thou mostly from staying
sitting down for so long. Stan spoke. "You know your a lot like that Amy Pond
girl." Kyle quirked an eyebrow at him, silently telling him to go on. Stan
continued. "Well your not afraid to yell or lecture someone, you got this
fighting spirit yet you can be really sweet and kind. And you got red hair to.
So your like a...male Amy Pond." Kyle laughed lightly. Stan continued, getting
up to start helping with dinner. "Well your like a male, gay Jewish version."
Kyle burst laughing, getting up as well. "You keep thinking that then. " He
said before walking into the kitchen.
After dinner it was Kyles turn to do the dishes. Stan brought some plates in,
looking guilty. "ahh I'm sorry about today." Kyle looked over a little worried.
"About what?" "I just feel like I asked too many questions about that "Doctor
Who." Kyle smiled, looking back to the plate as he washed it. "Dude, it's fine.
I didn't expect you to becoming an expert on it in one episode. Any questions
you have about it I'm happy to answer." Stan smiled. "Well good because I seem
to be no good at all that sappy, time traveling stuff." Kyle laughed. "Stupid
jock, can't follow anything that isn't football." Stan smiled a half smirk.
"Well what about you and your...jewy nose?" Kyle busted into laughter. "Jewy?
Oh Stan your are horrible at insults." Stan laughed and continued. "Well I' not
the one whose a greedy Jew." "Well I'm not the one whose a fat ass." Kyle
paused then looked at Stan who looked more hurt then he should. He spoke
quietly. "Sorry. It just slipped out.-" "No, it's fine. I understand, you miss
him." Kyle let out a depressed breath he didn't know he was holding. "Yeah. I
do."
Stan wanted to so badly fill that void for Kyle. Why couldn't it have been him?
Why couldn't have Kyle chose him instead of that fat ass Cartman? He was in
prison for murder for gods sake! Why can't Kyle see he was a better choice?
Stan gently brought an arm around his shoulders, comfortingly. "it'll be ok
Kyle." Kyle sighed sadly. "I know."
It was three am when Stan found himself sitting outside in the cold with a
bottle of beer. Keeping watch over Kyle, this was becoming harder then he
thought. He never realized how much he wanted to be with him until now. Kyle
was sound asleep but Stan was restless and tired and just had no idea what to
think. This was only his second but he was feeling a little better.
Two_weeks_later
Eric was put away in late October. It was now November and the snow started to
come down hard, Now November 10th and Sheila saw Stan coming down the stairs.
"Stan, will your family be joining us as well for thanksgiving? I don't want
you to be away from them on this holiday." Stan smiled. "Thanks, I'll ask them.
Have you seen Kyle?" Sheila thought for a moment. "I think he said he went for
a walk. You should text him." Stan waved as she left as a thank you and texted
him as he walked out, forgetting to put his beenie on.
"Dude, where you at?" He sent. He walked a few more moments before he got a
reply. He looked. "Starks pond. Sorry, if I worried you." Stan smiled, going
down that way. He walked the three minutes to Starks pond and saw Kyle sitting
on the cold ground, that familiar green hat and orange coat on. He spoke softly
as he got closer. "Hey. You ok?" Kyle sniffled before wiping his eyes and
turning to Stan. "yeah, fine." Stan sighed, sitting down next to him. Kyles
hands were in his pockets. "Missing him again?" Kyle smiled sadly. "What do you
mean again?" He paused before frowning softly. "I always miss him."
Stan put his arm around him, bringing him in but he felt something weird and
hard in Kyles pocket, almost like a...no. He couldn't. Stan looked at him
confused. Kyle looked at him confused as well, smiling weakly. "You ok?" "uhh
yeah. Whats in your pocket thou?" Kyle swallowed nervously. He knew Stan
wouldn't be happy. He pulled it out enough just to show the black metal of the
hand gun. Stan nearly backed up. "Jesus Kyle!" He whispered harshly. "Why the
fuck do you have that?" Kyle glared. "Because I'd rather not be kidnapped or
raped again." "So your resorting to murder?" Kyle stood up in defense. "It's
not murder Stan it's self defense." Stan stood up as well now. Looking just as
angry. "Your still killing them!" "There not innocent Stan! Would you like it
if I rolled over and made it easier for them?" "No but-" "But what Stan?" Stan
swallowed before speaking. "There's so many non-lethal ways of stopping
them,there still human, why do you need to resort to a gun?"
Kyle stomped over to Stan , getting close as possible without punching his nose
in. He spoke low, almost in a growl in Stans face. "Do you have any idea what
they did to me? Do you?" Kyle started before Stan could speak. "No, you don't
because you weren't there." Kyles eyes watered again. Trying hard to keep his
glare as his lip trembled. "Why weren't you there?" Stan spoke in a whisper.
"Dude...I'm sorry... I.." Kyle took a calming breath. Looking away. "No, I
understand. You never liked to be around injury or hospitals so you avoided it.
Like it never happened."
His glare returned as tears now started to roll out of his eyes, not bothering
to wipe them away. "You have no clue of what they did. Stan...what they did to
me...to Eric. It wasn't human. No human would do that." He swallowed down the
lump in his throat, looking away again. "They nailed me to a cross, broke my
legs so I couldn't escape. They branded me." Stans eyes widened at what he was
just hearing now. God, he abandoned his super best friend during his darkest
time. Kyle started to unbutton his coat, pulling his shirt down enough to show
his Star of David scar on his chest. Stans hand went to his mouth. He was
feeling nauseous from all this information.
Stans hands went to Kyles, pulling the coat gently back over it, not baring to
look at it anymore. He looked deep in Kyles eyes, his own blue ones wide with
fear and realization. "dude...Kyle...I am so sorry." Kyle let out a small,
anguished cry. Leaning his head into Stans chest. "There still coming after me.
I'm never safe." Stan wrapped his arms around him tightly. His own eyes
watering from the guilt that rose up from hearing all this. He wasn't there and
he should have. He spoke softly, comforting Kyle best he can. "I'm sorry. I'm
so sorry. I wasn't there then but I'm here now. Ok?" Kyle nodded his head,
sniffling slightly. Stan,after a few minutes let go gently. "How about we get
back, I'm sure your mother is worried sick." Kyle smiled sadly. "Probably."
They both started to make there way back home.
***** Chapter 28 *****
Eric smiled into the crappy prison phone. It was semi-late. About an hour from
lights out. "You made him sit thru your crappy Doctor Who?" Kyle playfully
glared at the phone. "It's not crappy, you just don't like it." Eric sighed
into the phone. Smiling weakly. He missed him. It's been one full month. "Has
he been doing a good job? I mean, protecting you?" Kyle frowned. "Yeah, he has
thou since that incident with the drugged up cult follower, there really hasn't
been anything to protect me from but myself." Eric frowned, worriedly. "You
ok?" Kyle let out a shaky sigh. "I just miss you. And I'm worried." He added.
"Worried about what?" Kyle looked down at the blankets on his bed, fidgeting
with the fabric of it. "Stan." He paused, thinking. "It's just, when he found
me, I could smell his breath. It smelled like beer. I think this is too much
for him." Eric let out a heavy breath. This was not what he wanted to hear.
"You have your gun with you?" "Yeah but why-" " Because if he tries anything,
and I mean anything, don't hesitate to shoot him." Kyle glared, the fire
returning to his eyes as he whispered harshly. "I'm not going to shoot Stan, no
matter what he does." "So if he came in, drunk out of his mind and wanting to
hurt you you would just let him?" Kyle was quiet, absorbing his boyfriend/
fiance's words. Eric continued. "I know your a fighter but he's a lot stronger
then you. If he really wanted, he could pin you to the floor and do whatever he
wanted-" "Stop Eric." Kyle said, his voice shaky and eyes watery. Eric sighed.
"Sorry but you see my point now? I just want you safe, I don't care who it is
that wants to hurt you, you shoot them. You got it?" Kyle let out a breath.
Speaking quietly into the phone. "Yeah, I got it." "I gotta go, it's almost
lights out here. I love you, protect yourself for me." Kyle smiled softly into
the phone. "I will. I love you to." He heard the other end click and the tone
drone on before hanging up his own cell phone before wiping his eyes.
"Kyle?" The red head quickly looked up, seeing Stan, standing in the door way.
He forced a small smile."Hey dude." Stan frowned, walking in. "You ok?" "Fine,
why?" "Your crying." Kyle brought a hand to his cheek, a tear still making it's
way down his face, wetting his finger tip. He smiled bitterly. "Well, look at
that, I am." " Kyle, whats wrong?" "You." Kyle said quickly. Stan looked
confused and so worried. "What do you mean?" Kyle stood up, hands on his hips,
resembling his mother when she was mad or worried. "I mean that your drinking
again." Stan scoffed, smiling like this was a joke. "It's only a few, I'm
fine." "No, your not Stan. I bet your really close to being drunk right now."
Stan smiled again, standing up, going toward Kyle who backed up. A little
scared of him. "Alright so I had a few more then I do most nights but I am not
drunk. Not by any means am I drunk. I just had a few drinks, I'm not allowed a
few-" "How many Stan?" "What?" Kyle looked at him, crossing his arms. "I said,
how many?"Stan threw his arms up, walking out of the room. "You know, I don't
need this. I don't need you lecturing me on what I should be drinking and
shouldn't drink." He started walking out of the room. Thats when Kyle noticed
that slight sway in Stans movements.
Kyle went to stop him, grabbing his elbow and arm. "Dude, wait-" Before he
could finish his sentience, Stan turned around, punching him. It wasn't a hard
punch but enough to nearly make Kyle fall back and grab his cheek. It was
throbbing but the worst pain was in his heart. It felt like it was actually
breaking. That it actually stopped in that moment and he was dying. He looked
up at Stan with wide,fearful eyes. "Stan?" Stan was already halfway down the
hall when his name was called. What had he done? What had he done? What the
fuck had he just done? Sheila was helping Ike with his homework when she saw
Stan run out the door. She looked worriedly. "Stan?" She got up, looking at the
now closed front door then up the stairs. "Ike, I'll be right back. Keep doing
your homework." Ike nodded to her as she started to walk up the stairs where
she heard sobbing. She looked in Kyles room and saw him sitting on the bed,
curled into himself as he cried hard. She quickly went to him, holding.
"Sweetie, what happened? Are you alright?" He clung to her, attempting to
control his breathing. "He hit me. He hit me and I don't know why." "shh it's
alright. Just calm yourself down."
Once he was calmed down enough, he explained what happened more clearly. "He's
started drinking again mom. I don't know what to do. I confronted him about it
but he ran off." Sheila just kissed his head. "Just let me take care of this,
ok bubbla?" Kyle sniffled and nodded into her arm.
Once everyone was asleep Sheila stayed outside, waiting for Stan. The snow was
coming down fairly heavy and it was going on 2AM. She saw a figure nearing her
house. They were walking unsteady, nearly falling. With an ache in her chest
she realized it was Stan. She got up, crossing her arms, waiting for him
,hoping she wouldn't have to fish him from the snow. He managed to make it to
the house but barely as he leaned on there mailbox, staying still a moment as
she walked over. She roughly grabbed his coat, standing him up. He looked
drunk, disoriented and confused. "wha? Whas goin on?" Sheila glared. "This
isn't you Stan. I know what you did to Kyle and you should be ashamed of
yourself. You can continue to stay here but if this continues. This, coming
home at 2 in the morning, attacking my family, abusing our hospitality not to
mention your not 21 yet. Not only all that, your being very inconsiderate. Your
lucky I don't call the cops on you. Now get inside, right now young man." He
looked angry but was too tired to do anything.
She she roughly lead him to the couch. A mumbled. "Fuck you." Came out. She
chose to ignore it as she got him blankets and pillows. If it was summer he
could sleep out on the porch but being drunk and out in the cold can be very
dangerous. But within seconds he fell asleep. She sighed. He was gonna have one
hell of a hangover tomorrow.
Stan woke up and felt like crap. His head was pounding, his stomach was queasy
and he his body wouldn't stop aching . What happened last night? He couldn't
remember much and what he did remember was really blurry and loud. He
remembered yelling. He looked over and he saw red hair, his eyes leading over
soft skin and then bright green eyes, looking so very worried. Kyle was sitting
on the floor, face to face with Stan. He spoke softly. "Hey dude. Nice to see
your awake." Stan groaned, feeling his stomach churn. "What happened last
night?" Kyle smiled sadly. "I was gonna ask the same thing." Stan looked over
at Kyle, his eyes stuck on a bruise. His cheek, it wasn't heavy or dark but
enough to tell him something happened.
Stan brought his eyebrows together. "Kyle, what happened?" Kyle swallowed
before forcing a smile and standing up. "I'll go get you some water and
aspirin." He walked away leaving Stan confused and somehow feeling that the
bruise was his fault but why?
About an hour later, when Stan didn't feel quite as sick to his stomach. He sat
up, Kyle sitting next to him, looking worried. Stan spoke, still holding his
head. His head still pounding but not as much. "Kyle, tell me what happened."
"You really want to know?" Stan looked confused. "Yes, why won't you tell me."
Looked at the bruise, a feeling of guilt welling itself deep in his gut. "I did
that, didn't I?" Kyle just nodded and spoke softly. "yeah." He paused then
continued. Looking away.
"After I was done talking to Eric on the phone, you came in my room. I had
confronted you about your drinking. You went to leave and..."Sighed heavily,
looking intently at the floor boards. "And you hit me. I don't think you really
meant to, I think it was just a lucky shot. You just wanted me away from you
but..." "I'm sorry." Stan said quickly. Kyle smiled sadly, eyes watering just a
bit. "You've been saying that a lot lately." He stood up. "Now go clean up.
Were going to the prison today to visit." Kyle sighed, frowning. Speaking
almost to himself. "You better hope he doesn't notice."
Kyle cursed to himself as he caked on make up, making sure that bruise was no
where to be seen. He hated how he bruised so easily. He put down the foundation
and powder and went out side the bathroom. He didn't trust the mirror. Stan was
waiting for him. Looking just a bit scared, as he should be. Kyle sighed,
looking at him. "So? How does it look?" Stan smiled weakly. "Much better. You
ready?" Kyle sighed heavily but forced a smile. "Yeah, lets go."
***** Chapter 29 *****
The whole ride to the prison, Kyle was a nervous wreck. If Eric didn't notice
the make up, he would notice how nervous he is. Both Stan and Kyle rode in the
back seat and Stan kept looking over worriedly at his nervous friend. And he
couldn't help but be nervous to. Well more then nervous. He was scared.
Shitting-his-pants, kinda scared. The things Eric would do to him if he knew he
hit Kyle. Stan tried to put a hand on kyle shoulder but he kept trying to shrug
him off as he looked at the window, gaining his composure. With a defeated
sigh, he went back to the silent car ride.
Kyle was finally sat down in front of the phone behind the plexiglass glass,
waiting for Eric. His heart jumped when he saw the large, metal door open and a
guard escort Eric to the seat in across from him, taking the phone then looking
worriedly, raising an eyebrow. "What happened?" Kyle narrowed his eye slightly.
"How do you know somethings happen?" "Because I can see make up on your face.
Last time you wore make up was to cover up bruises from me and your parents."
He then saw Stan, trying to become invisible with the wall, sitting on the
bench with Kyles parents but arms crossed and head down. Eric breathed heavy
into the phone, controlling his anger and keeping it to an eerie calm. "What
did he do?" Kyle stuttered. "W-who?" Eric glare slightly. "Don't bull shit me
Kyle." Kyle swallowed nervously, speaking quietly. "Eric, before you start
jumping to accusations-" "He was drunk? Wasn't he?" Eric sat back, running a
hand down his face stressfully. "Dammit." "I'm sorry." Eric's head jerked up.
"Sorry? Why are are you sorry? That wasn't your fault." Kyle sighed heavily.
"No, it was. I confronted him about it. He tried to walk out of the room and
he..." He let out a heavy sigh. "You know the rest."
Eric sighed, heavily. "Least I know he wasn't in his right mind, doesn't make
me want to beat him to a pulp any less." Kyle glared lightly. "Can't you
forgive him this time? It's a first offense and it won't happen again." "How do
you know?" Kyle's mouth opened but no words came out. Eric continued. "How do
you know this isn't just the beginning of his brush with alcoholism? What if
he's drunker next time? What if he doesn't stop at one hit? " Kyle went to say
something. But Eric cut him off. "Stop, you don't know." Eric paused. "You
still have your gun,with -" "I'm not shooting him." Kyle nearly hissed into the
phone. Eric glared, he didn't want to fight, especially over this. "Then your
just going to be a victim again, like you always are." Kyle felt a chill go
thru him at the words. A small stab of pain settling in his chest. He tried to
act angry. "I am not a victim." Eric got close to the glass, speaking low.
"Then .like it." Kyle huffed lightly, feeling his tempter rise.
Kyle spoke low into the phone. Locking his eyes with Erics. "Don't do this
Eric. Not here."His eyes watered. "Do you have any idea how much I miss you?
These visits are the only times I actually get to see you. I don't want to
waste what little time I have with you, fighting." Eric sighed heavily. "I
don't either. I just want to make sure your safe and stressing it is all I can
do since I can't protect you myself right now." Kyle shook his head lightly,
his red curls bouncing with the movement. "I'll be fine. I can protect myself.
I don't want you to stress and worry yourself sick because of me" Eric smiled
weakly, locking his eyes with Kyles. "I love you." Kyle smiled back. "I love
you to now would you stop worrying?" Eric smiled smugly, leaning back int the
chair. "Nope." Suddenly a hand was on his shoulder, the guard telling him his
time was over. Eric frowned softly before looking back.
"Sorry, I have to -" "I know." Kyle cut him off softly. Erics eyes took on a
melancholy softness. Watering lightly but he smiled weakly, hanging up the
phone before he can say anything else, leaving Kyle with the phone still limply
in his hand. He felt his body tense with the tears he kept locked up, at least
for now.
With a shaky sigh he put the phone back, getting up and walking back over to
his mom and Stan. Stan went right up to him, gently bringing him in a hug. Kyle
didn't hug back. Too scared he would collapse into tears. He felt his moms
hand, gently rubbing his back and placing a kiss into his red curls. He had his
eyes closed but he heard her voice, soft and comforting. "Com'on bubbie. Lets
go home." Stan started to lead him out, still holding on to him with Kyle
walking with him.
Kyle was able to keep it together the ride home but the rest of the day he was
in a depressed stupor. He hoped things would get better, at least emotionally.
He didn't want to take anti-depressants but this depression, this constantly
missing Eric and crying so easily. He hated it. He felt like a wimp. Like a
baby. They got home, his mom parking the car in the gravel driveway. Once she
was parked he quickly got out, just wanting to be alone. He went inside
quickly, Stan following close behind him. "Kyle? Wait,whats wrong?" Kyle just
wanted to slap him for that comment. Seriously? He ignored it but huffed with
anger as he walked up the stairs. When he got to the door he felt Stan grab his
arm, turning him around. "Kyle, wait, whats wrong?" Kyle felt himself
trembling. From anger or the overwhelming sadness from he and Erics small
fight. He wasn't sure, all he knew was that he wanted Stan to let go of him
before he punched him. He growled out his words but felt his eyes water. " . ."
Stan let go, a little shocked at the the furious, familiar temper. Kyle took
the shock as chance and slammed the door in Stans face, leaving him confused
and worried.
With a heavy sigh he rubbed his head, hands going under his hair, thru his
hair. He felt the familiar need for a drink creeping up as well. Dammit. He
didn't want to handle this stressful situation without something in him. He
walked down the stairs, grabbing his jacket. He saw Sheila on the couch,
reading. "Uhh, I'll be back. Going out for a bit." Sheila looked worriedly at
him. "Where are you going?" "Just to Kenny's house. I'll be back by dinner, I
promise." Sheila smiled worriedly. "ok, you better." Stan smiled weakly before
leaving, feeling a lump of guilt settle it's way in his chest. He wasn't going
to Kenny's. Kenny may drink but he won't give Stan a drop. Not after the whole
Asburgers incident and the alcoholism he saw in his dad and family.
But there was a bar he knew of that didn't give a shit who bought drinks, long
as they had money. It was a crap bar that was hidden in the wall. He went in
and there were only two other people there. By the looks of them, war vets from
Vietnam, not like you couldn't tell with there hats on. With a heavy sigh he
sat at the bar. Even more guilt welling up in his chest as the bartender walked
closer to him with a knowing look. "The usual?" Stan looked up, speaking
quietly. "yeah. Make it strong."
Kyle just looked at his phone as it said "call failed." With a frustrated
sighed he threw it to the couch. That was his 5th call to Stan. It was going on
2am again. He had been gone since they got back. He had little idea of where he
was. He'd call Kenny but he can't afford a phone of any kind. His mom wanted to
stay up with him but he could tell she was tired and needed sleep. He assured
her he would stay up and wait.
The more the hours went on, the more worried and furious he became. He looked
at his pistol on the table. He started taking Erics advice and bringing it with
him when he was alone. Stan still didn't like that but at this point he didn't
care what Stan had to think. Suddenly there was a loud bag on the door and Kyle
quickly reached for it, pointing it at the door. It sounded like someone wanted
in. Kyle was shaking scared but kept his guard. He refused to show fear even as
the gun trembled in his hands.
"Kahl?" He heard his named called, it sounded slurred and mumbled but he was
able to make it out. "Kahl? Man...dude..open up...please?" With an exasperated
huff, he put the gun back on the table, roughly opening the door and bringing
Stan inside. "Where the hell have you been?" Stan just stood there in a stupor,
thinking. Spoke, slurred and barely able to stand. "I..I was..was..I was out."
Kyle crossed his arms. "Yeah, out where?" Stan pointed to the door feebly.
"out...out there. at.." snapped his fingers, forgetting the answers. Kyle
answered for him, already knowing what it was. "A bar?" "Yeah!..that.."
Kyle faceplamed. He couldn't stand dealing with drunk people. He yelled, unable
to keep his frustration in. "why?! Your suppose to be here, protecting me but
your out, drinking yourself to your death!" Stan yelled back, stepping closer,
causing Kyle to take a step back automatically "Well I wouldn't be drinking if
it wasn't for you!" The red's jaw dropped. "What? Your blaming me?!" "Yeah, I'm
blaming you! Because you make me feel like shit! It's always "Eric this" and
"Eric that" when I'm left on the side being ignored!" Kyle looked shocked.
"What do you mean ignored? Your my best friend. If anyone should feel that way,
it's me. Where were you exactly when everything happened? When I was kidnapped?
Harassed at school? Where the fuck were you-" Stan cut him off, pulling Kyles
face toward his, crashing his lips to his.
Kyle was stunned and went tense in Stans arms. He felt his body wanting to melt
into it. Having not been touched like this in a while and it felt really nice
and comforting but at the same time it sickened him. He quickly kneed Stan in
the balls, making him double over, giving Kyle the advantage of pushing him to
the ground, taking the pistol and running back up to his room and locking the
door with the multiple locks he installed since the incident with Rick a year
back. He also rushed to the window, lock it as well. He sat on his bed, knees
up to his chin with the gun resting in his lap, cradled in his hand to his
chest.
His eyes were wide with fear and confusion. Looking around the dark room, green
orbs darting frantically He now saw why he made Stan feel horrible. But he
should respect that he's with Eric now. Going to be marrying him for gods sake!
He never thought he would have to possibly fend off his best friend. And Stan
had his chance and he blew it. He was lucky they even reconciled. H wasn't
going to get any sleep tonight.
***** Chapter 30 *****
Kyle had somehow fallen asleep during the night thou he woke up to the sound of
muffled vomiting in the bathroom. His heart sank, remembering what happened. He
got up and unlocked the locks on the doors. The house was quiet. Both his
parents had work and Ike was in school still. Kyle took Cyber classes and
Stan...he wasn't sure. He gently knocked on the door before entering the
bathroom cautiously. He saw Stan worshiping there porcelain toilet. His arms
gripping it as if it were a lifeline. His skin was sweaty and pale and he was
shaking. He must have had much more then he thought. He doubted he even
remembered what happened last night.
He knelled down, sitting down a few feet away from Stan. He spoke quietly,
knowing his headache must be horrible. "Stan?" Stan looked up. He looked
pathetic. His voice raspy and low. "Kyle?" He grabbed his head, his other
holding his stomach as he leaned on the toilet, keeping him upright. "What
happened?" Kyle tensed, remembering just how scared of Stan he was. He let out
a breath. "Well, you went out around 3 in the afternoon, came back about 2AM
and you went out drinking...alot. You came back pounding on the door, once I
realized it was you I let you in and we argued...and you kissed me." He saw
Stan tense up, then look at him. Those blue orbs so conflicted. "I...I what?"
Kyle swallowed. "You kissed me. Grabbed me and crashed your lips to mine." Stan
was about to speak, probably some half ass-ed apology but Kyle got up, starting
to walk out of the room "At least I know why I make you feel so horrible." He
wanted to slam the door so badly but he was too nice for that. He knew Stan
didn't deserve him.
Stan laid his head on the toilet in frustration but it was short lived as his
body curled slightly as he threw up once again. Kyle just put on some Doctor
Who, hoping it would take his mind off things but even the Doctor didn't help
him this time. It was at least 3 hours before Stan was able to come down the
stairs, slowly. His stomach was still doing flip flops. He smiled weakly when
he saw Doctor who on the tv once he got to the bottom of the stairs.
"Hey..Kyle." Kyle muted his show and glared over to him. "Sit down Stan." Stan
was about to protest but was stopped by Kyles angry green eyes glaring at him.
"I already got you water and aspirin. Sit. Down." Stan closed his mouth
quickly, sitting down next to him.
Stan looked down at the table and saw a glass of water and open bottle of
aspirin. He sat down, taking two aspirin and holding his head in his hands. He
could feel Kyles glare burn into his head. Kyle crossed his arms, trying his
best to keep his anger up but really he felt like crying. His best friend was
falling deeper and deeper into a bottle of Jack instead of coming to him to
talk. He knew part of it wasn't entirely his fault as your body becomes
dependent on it after so much time but still...he hated this.
"I want to know and I want the truth. Why weren't you there for me when
everything was happening?" Stan swallowed, he hated the answer. "When what was
happening?" "Don't play fucking dumb with me Stan. You know what I'm talking
about. Where were you?" Stan closed his eyes at the lecture, making him feel
even lower then he felt."You really want to know?... I was with Wendy at the
time." Kyle looked about to say something to yell and Stan spoke, looking up. "
But it wasn't my fault! She kept me from going to the hospital, or visiting
you. She thought we spent too much time together and that you now have "That
fat ass to keep you company." I would have been there had it not been for her.
Honest!"
That answer only seemed to anger and sadden Kyle even more. He stood up with a
huff and Stan followed, holding his arm but Kyle swatted his arm away, turning
around sharply. "So you let her control what you do? Even when your best friend
gets raped and kidnapped and crucified to a fucking cross! And you listen to
her!?" Kyle had angry tears already going down his face. He didn't even want to
look at Stan but who he thought was his super best friend held both kyles
smaller arms. The angry red head tried to struggle out of his arms but he was
too weak against Stan's strong athletic build.
He growled like a trapped animal but the tears didn't stop and his voice
wobbled. "Let go of me Stanley." Stan refused to let him go, only bringing him
closer. Holding him tightly to him. "No, I won't not now. I'm so sorry I wasn't
there but I'm here now. Shouldn't that count for something?" Kyle just cried as
Stan brought him closer. Out of instinct for comfort Kyle wrapped his arms
tightly around Stan's waist and back., crying harder then he had in a while. He
felt Stan kiss his head and felt a shiver go down his spine.
Finally those words sunk in. Finally getting some strength back and Stan's
distraction. He pushed him away. "No, it doesn't.. you were not there when it
counted. You were not there. Your here now when I want somebody." Swallowed
down his tears. Steadying his voice. "But you are not who I need. " Stan
started to look between a mixture of hurt and anger. All he wanted to do was
help Kyle. The one he loved more then anything and yet when he needs someone,
he's pushing him away? "Kyle, he's not here. He's in prison for what he did-
" "For me! He did it for me!" Kyle nearly screamed at Stan. He couldn't stand
him anymore.
Kyle continued. "He may have murdered and tortured and done a dozen other
terrible things. But he did those things to protect and avenge me." Suddenly
his voice went low. " He did them because he loves me." Stan felt his anger
take a hold of him. Kyle was seriously going to chose Cartman, who was rotting
in jail for a number of murders, over him? "Kyle, listen to yourself. He is
rotting in jail right now because of his "protection" over you. If he loved
you, don't you think he would have found a way to do so without going to jail?"
"No." Stan looked at Kyle who looked as determined and stubborn as ever. He
waited for Kyle to continue. " Because he knew there was no other way. Sure
he's in there for a few years but it's far less then what he could have...and I
am so grateful for that." Stan started to take a step closer but kyle held a
hand out to him, stopping him.
"Stop Stan. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry but your not welcome here anymore." Stan
looked like somebody slapped him. His heart freezing with fear. "What do you
mean? Whose going to protect you?" Kyle took a breath, crossing his arms. "I
can protect myself." His eyes narrowed. "Now leave. I'm sure your own family
misses you." Stan swallowed down tears. He swore he never felt so miserable in
his life. "Fine. I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble."
Kyle stayed strong, glaring him down but inside he felt like he would break at
any moment. That fact he wasn't was progress...right? He watched as Stan, with
shoulders hunched and looking so defeated walked out the door. That's when he
felt it. The coldness, the vulnerability, the sheer loneliness of being the
only one in the house. The nerd in him wondered if this was what the doctor
felt like and then his heart broke at the thought as his eyes watered over. He
refused to sit down and curl into a ball of tears thou. He refused to sob and
cry his heart out. He was done with that. Sure, he'll still feel depressed and
broken but he was willing to try to be strong and handle it alone. He walked
back upstairs slowly, to get dressed in warmer clothing then just one of Eric's
tee shirts and pajama pants. He put on jeans and a heavy sweater then made sure
to have his pistol and pepper spray with him.
While he caught up on homework, drowning out the emptiness he felt, he also
drowned in his Doctor Who as well. "Doomsday". Such a heartbreaking episode.
With a whimper he changed it to a lighter one. When he first met Donna, that
one always cheered him up. She was so feisty and funny. She actually made him
smile.
After a few more hours his mom was the first one home from work. She saw him on
the couch watching his show on BBC but he looked so sad. Something told her
this was different. She put her purse down, walking toward him. "bubbla...
whats wrong? Wheres Stan?" Kyle felt the weight of his mom sitting down next to
him. He felt the dam of emotions starting to break as he leaned into her
shoulder. She wrapped her arms around him tightly. "He's gone mom. I sent him
home." H felt his shoulders starting to heave but he kept the sobs wanting to
escaping him bottle up. Only a small whimper escaped with a few tears. "why
would you do that?" she said quietly, hoping she didn't sound critical.
"Because...it was just too much for him. I can protect myself, I don't need
him." Sheila kissed his head, holding him tightly, speaking quietly into his
ear. "I know. I love you bubbla. I promise I won't let anything happen to you.
" Kyle cried into his mothers shoulder, hugging her. His shoulders heaving with
heavy sobs and cries. He felt alone. More alone then he had in a long time but
he knew he wasn't alone.
***** Chapter 31 *****
Kyle sat in front of the visitors window, waiting for Eric. He was nervous.
This was the first visit without Stan. He saw the large, metal door on the
other side open and Eric and a prison guard coming over. Eric sat down, he
looked behind Kyle. He saw Sheila, Gerald must have had a court case being a
lawyer and Ike was obviously in school. Eric raised an eyebrow. "Wheres the
hippie?" Kyle sighed heavily into the phone. "He's gone." Eric's eyes widen
slightly. "He's dea-" "No! no. just..." Kyle sighed heavily, continuing. "No,
just he wouldn't stop drinking. He finally drank too much, came home at 2 in
the morning...he kissed me." "He KISSED YOU!" Eric nearly shirked into the
phone, the Guard putting his arm around his shoulder. Eric calmed down, knowing
that getting as upset as he felt wouldn't be good. Kyle felt his eyes water as
he closed them. "Yeah and once sober, he tried to...get my heart..." Kyle
smiled sadly at how cheesy that sounded. He looked up in Erics blue eyes. "Your
the only one who has that and will ever have that." The guard had let up,
standing back, seeing how he calmed.
Eric smiled weakly but then frowned. "But what about protection? Will you be
ok?" Kyle smirked weakly, trying to act as strong as he could. "I can protect
myself." He saw Eric process this. He saw the little bit of raw rage for Stan
touching something that knew wasn't his but he also saw the spark of love and
adoration. Eric smiled softly but it turned to a small smirk. "bout time Jew."
Kyle laughed lightly, rolling his eyes, smirking back. "Shut it fat ass, I mean
it." Eric's smirk fell to a small smile. "I know. Oh! I nearly forgot." Eric
smiled into the phone. "I'm still gonna be here for two and a half more years
but for good behavior they'll le me out for a week, under house arrest and
since your my only home..." He saw as Kyle processed this. A bright smile
coming to his face. "So you would be home for a week?" "Under house arrest but
yeah." Kyle grinned, feeling happier then he had in a while. "Do you know
when?" "Not yet but God, I miss you." Eric saw the guard signaling that it was
time to go. He sighed heavily. "I have to go. I love you." Kyle bit his lip,
smiling. "I love you to." He hung up the phone, feeling a lot happier then when
he went in.
Without Stan to protect him, he slept with his gun that Eric gave him. It was
hidden under his mattress. Easy to get and hide. It had been 2 days since Stan
left and he laid in bed, unable to sleep. He was a little worried about Stan
since he had gone to drinking his problems away. It was 3 am and he heard a
knock at his window, like someone trying to get into it. He felt a pang of fear
go thru him. His hand reaching for the gun hidden in the mattress, until he saw
the red and blue poof ball hat. A bit askew with black hair sticking out. He
sighed in annoyance and relief as he went to open the window. There he saw a
very drunk Stan. "Stan, what the fuck are you doing? It's three in the
morning." Stan mumbled something that Kyle couldn't make out so he opted to
help him in the room. There Kyle got a better look at him. He could smell the
whiskey on his breath and possibly clothing. He raised a worried eyebrow.
"Stan? How much did you drink?" But Stan didn't answer and Kyle was getting a
bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. Stan just looked Kyle up and down,
undressing him with his eyes.
Then he started talking. "Kahl...I lovbe you..." His words mispronounced from
the amount of alcohol going thru him. Stan brought both his arms around Kyle,
bringing him close to his own body, making Kyle's eyes widen in fear and worry.
"Stan...stop..." He could feel Stan's member hard, hitting his leg.
Stan continued to try to talk. Keeping a strong hold on Kyle, overpowering him.
"I lovbe you...I..need to beee wif you...pleeease..." Kyle tried to push out of
his hold, struggle out but Stan's hold was too strong from all the football.
Stan started to kiss Kyle's neck and Kyle felt his eyes water. "Please, Stan
stop this." He suddenly felt himself thrown to the bed, trying to back away
from him but Stan grabbed his legs, pulling him to his crotch, rubbing his hard
member against Kyle's clothed covered entrance, making him cry as he struggled.
His hand reaching for his gun under the mattress. Stan didn't notice as he
started to grind against him which gave Kyle the chance to grab the gun and
point it at Stans face, making him stop, eyes widening.
Kyle spoke, his voice shaky and tears falling. "Please Stan, I don't want to
hurt you but..I'm not going to be a victim anymore. Please stop, go home and
sober up." But Stan was too drunk to understand it, laughed weakly, his hand
going to take Kyle's pants off. Kyle was begging. He didn't want to shoot him.
"Please,no. Stop, please..Please Stan..." soon as he felt one of Stans fingers
try to intrude him, he shot him. Aiming for the chest, hoping to wound him, not
kill him. He made Stan falloff the bed from the force, blood starting to seep
out of his chest. He was unmoving as Kyle cried, pulling his pants were they
where and running out of the room, getting his parents who were already woken
up by the noise.
Sheila was just getting out of bed when she saw her oldest son in her doorway,
some splattered blood on his pajama shirt, tears going down his face. She
rushed to him, Gerald, going to him as well, a hand going to his mouth in
shock. "Oh bubbla, what happened? Are you alright?" Kyle cried into her
shoulder. "Stan...I didn't want to...he made me. I told him to stop." Sheila
brought his face to look at her. "What happened?" Kyle's lip trembled as he
took her hand, bringing her to his room. She gasped, going to Stans side,
pressing a finger to his pulse. "He's not dead but...dear God...what happened
Kyle?" Gerald came to the room, house phone in hand as he called 911.
Kyle's hand went to his mouth, trying not to cry, trying to be able to tell her
what happened. "He was wasted mom... he was drunk off his ass and..." He took a
deep breath. "And he came in here...he tried to have sex with me mom...I kept
telling him no. I told him to stop. Even when I showed him the gun he didn't
stop...why didn't he stop?" His shoulders trembled and heaved. His mother
getting up and going to her son, holding him tightly. Ike then came into the
room, gasping. "What happened?" Sheila spoke, still holding Kyle who was crying
into her shoulder. "Ike, go get the towels from the bathroom. Now!" Ike ran
off, going to the bathroom and getting all the towels he can carry.
A few minutes later the ambulance arrived, taking Stan out on a stretcher. Kyle
waited in the waiting room with his parents, running his hands thru his hair,
wondering if his friend would make it. His parents were there to, his mom
glaring over at him every once in a while with tear stained eyes. Randy,
running his hands thru his hair stressfully. His eyes red as well as he rubbed
his wife's back, trying to calm her. Suddenly the doctor came out, looking very
grim.
Sharron went to him first. "Doctor, please is my son ok?" The doctor sighed.
"I'm sorry...he didn't make it. The bullet entered right above the heart and
lung and with the amount of alcohol that was in his system, he bled out faster
then we could put it back. I'll leave you alone for a moment." The doctor
walked away, hating to give them such bad news.
Sharron glared over, tears starting to fall. "You. You killed my child." Kyle
looked over, his own eyes welling up. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I was just
defending myself from him." He felt a break down starting as tears welled over
his eyes. 'I only wanted to wound him. " Sharron just continued to glare,
walking over to him, Randy following, trying to calm her. "Please, I know you
date that bigoted ass Cartman. I never liked him, I knew he was bad and look,
he's made a killer out of your son!" This time she chose to glare at Sheila
which was a big mistake as she went front of Kyle, Gerald going to bring his
hands on his shoulders. Sheila glared, feeling furious with Sharron. " He is
not a killer but your son's last act in his life was attempted rape." Sharron
swallowed, glaring still. " He was a troubled boy, I-" "Did nothing. And now
look. He's dead because he got so wasted out of his mind he didn't know what it
meant to have a gun in his face."
Sharron backed away, her glare kept to Sheila and Kyle. Her voice thick with
emotion. "You'll be hearing from the police. Com'on Randy." She started walking
away, not caring if her husband was following. He started to follow before
turning around, looking guiltily toward them. His hands in his pockets and dark
eyes watery. " I'm sorry for what my son has done." Then walked away, following
his wife out.
Kyle watched as they left. His eyes watered and tears falling, holding in so
many feelings and emotions he was trembling. Sheila saw this, going over to her
son, putting her arms around him. Speaking softly. " com'ere bubbla." Her own
eyes watered as he collapsed into her. Crying hard into her shoulder. He spoke,
his voice cracking. "Oh mom...I'm so sorry...I didn't mean to kill him. I
didn't mean it..." he kept mumbling that into her shoulder, like some kind of
prayer.
It was less then a day later that he was standing with all of Stans family as
they watched the casket lower. The priest spoke but it went ignored by Kyle. He
felt his mothers arm around him and Ike holding his hand but he felt nothing of
that. Just the guilt slowly eating away at him, knowing he killed his once best
friend. His once super best friend. His lip trembled thinking of all the times
together, all the trouble they got in. Everything did change when he turned 10.
That's when the drinking started but he thought he was getting better, he hoped
he was. Now, at 18, Stan Marsh was dead. Dead, killed by his hand. A hand came
to his mouth to muffle a cry that wanted to escape. He felt his mom hold him
tighter to him but all that went unregistered as the guilt grew. He didn't even
dare to look up, and see Sharron. He could feel her glare on him but he knew
most of that was coming from the hurt and emptiness of having your child taken
from you so young. He didn't blame her thou.
On the way home no one spoke. It was quiet and Kyle couldn't stand it. Kyle
wished Eric was there, maybe this wouldn't have happened. Maybe Stan would
still be alive, maybe they could have all moved on, been happy. Once Kyle was
home he went to his room, locking the door before collapsing against it, fat
tears rolling down his cheek as his hands went to cover his mouth. Trying to
stifle the cries.
A few hours later his phone rang, waking him up from his laying position on the
floor. Having cried himself asleep. His eyes opened, eyes red and swollen from
the tears. He got his phone. Not bothering to sit up to talk to them. His face
dead of emotion. He put the phone to his ear, speaking quietly and raspy.
"Hello?" "Kyle? You ok?" Kyle shot up. Eric. It was Eric. Tears sprang to his
eyes again as he spoke. "Eric?" He heard him laugh lightly on the other side.
"yeah, dumb Jew. It's me." Erics voice suddenly went worried. "Kyle? you ok?"
At that moment Kyle burst into tears again. "Oh God...Eric..." "Whoa, whoa,
whats wrong? What happened?" Kyle spoke, swallowing down enough tears to speak.
"Stan...Stan's dead.." His voice cracked. "I killed him."
The line was silent with the exception of Kyle's heavy, panicked breathing,
trying to control his tears and guilt...Oh God...so much guilt.
"Eric...Please...say something." His voice wobbled. "Ok...What happened? Tell
me everything." Kyle didn't hear any judgment in his voice, no anger, no
disappointment. Just honest understanding and he smiled sadly. Tears continuing
to roll down his face.
***** Chapter 32 *****
It was finally time.
He would finally see Eric again. His Eric. He nearly felt giddy. His dad came
with the temporary release papers. He would be home for two weeks. Two whole
weeks. He was waiting and waiting and waiting. Finally he sat on the bench,
holding a black band tee shirt. Same that got torn to shreds the night rick
entered his bedroom. He thought it was about time he replaced it.
Suddenly the bars clanged, opening. His head snapping up and heart stopping a
moment. It was his Eric, in cloths. Not the orange prison uniform but cloths.
Just a simple blue collared shirt and jeans. He couldn't help the grin on his
face as he stood up.
Eric heard the movement, looking over to Kyle who was standing at attention
like a dog waiting for it's owner to come home. He smiled, finding that thought
way too adorable and imagining a red tail wagging behind him.
Kyle couldn't help himself as he quickly charged, hugging him tightly around
his large shoulders and neck, tears starting to fall. His voice chocked, hiding
his face in Eric's neck. "God...I missed you."
Eric, held him tightly. Hands around his waist and head, feeling those red
curls he missed so much. He hid the wavering in his own voice. Smiled, feeling
his eyes water. "I missed you to Jew."
Kyle smiled, hiding in his neck,unable to speak knowing he would only start
sobbing.
Eric kissed his head before pulling away a moment. He saw Sheila, smiled over,
walking over to her. She smiled. "It's good to see you Eric." He smiled,
hugging her. " I missed you to." Gerald's voice suddenly broke them from the
moment. Walked over, brief case in hand with a smile. "Lets go home."
Kyle came over, holding his hand, still smiling like an idiot.
Eric held Kyle close the entire ride home, holding his hand, admiring the blue
stone on his left hand with a soft smile. Kyle looked at it as well. " I can't
wait to spend my life with you." Eric scoffed amused, small smirk on his face.
"You already have or did you suddenly forget our childhood?" Kyle laughed
lightly. " Ok, I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. Ass." "Jew"
Kyle slapped him playfully, making Eric suddenly laugh, hugging him with happy
tears in his eyes. "God...I missed you."
Sheila parked but had a knowing smiling on her face. "Gerald and I have some
things to do." She said with a raised eyebrow to her husband. He looked
confused but got the hint. "Oh right, yeah, still a few things to work out with
the release." Kyle looked confused. "oh ok." Eric caught on to it with a small
smile/smirk, getting out. "Com'on Jew boy. We have a lot to catch up on." Kyle
got out, closing the door. Sheila pulling out of the drive way, speaking to
them. "We'll see you in a few hours." Then drove away with a smile.
Eric smiled/smirked to his boyfriend who looked over at him, smiled. "What are
you looking at-" his words were cut off by Eric suddenly crashing his lips to
his, holding him so close and tight to him, he couldn't help but melt into his
strong chest, opening his mouth to him.
Once they were inside he pinned Kyle to the door, ravishing his neck, lips,
hands going up and under his shirt. Kyle became a puddle of pleasured mess
under his boyfriends hands. Moaning lightly, holding him close. "ahh
Eric...bedroom...please..." Eric suddenly unzipped the red heads jeans, feeling
his achingly hard member, making the small Jew suck in a breath. "mmmm Eric..."
Eric smirked, lightly rubbing him. "We'll get to the bedroom, don't worry. I'm
just taking my time."
Kyle moaned, gasping as he started stroking him, small hands gripping large
shoulders. He whined when it stopped but his eyes opened to see Eric kneeling
in front of him, bringing him out, taking him in deep. He gasped. "oh God!
Ahhh." He panted, his hands in Erics brown hair, tangling thru it. It took all
he had not to start thrusting into that warm cavern. When he was so close to
coming was when Eric stopped, picking him up like a bride, carrying him to his
room, before gently throwing him on the bed, crashing his lips to his,
unzipping his own pants, panting. He was so achingly hard for his little Jew.
Small hands went to help take the larger shirt off, throwing it to the floor,
hands roaming up his chest, bringing his neck down to kiss and nibble. Eric
groaned. "Ahhh Kyle...God..." Kyle smirked, taking his shirt off quickly,
throwing it to Erics blue shirt on the floor, holding his boyfriends head and
bringing it in, crashing is lips to his, deepening it, laying back down and
grinding up into his boyfriends hard member, moaning into the kiss.
Eric moaned, thrusting against his boyfriends hard member, he felt the precome
leak out of both there tips, the small bit of moisture making it more sensitive
as he moaned. He quickly got a bottle of lube from the desk, putting some on a
finger before gently thrusting the finger into his little Jews entrance. Kyle
winced slightly, it had been so long but he adjusted. Eric slowed his finger
inside him, thrusting in and out gently, kissing his neck softly. "shhh I'm
here..it'll be better.." Kyle smiled softly, biting his lip, panting. "I know."
He ran a hand down Eric's face softly, taking in all he missed.
Eric smiled softly, kissing him, deeply as he added a second finger, thrusting
faster. Kyle gasped into the kiss. "Ahh there.." He moaned softly into the kiss
as Eric smiled, kissing down his neck, adding a third finger, thrusting in and
out, hard and fast, groaning. His own member straining.
Kyle panted, moaning out. "Ahh please... I need you inside me now... it's been
too long.." Red curls stuck to his sweaty forehead, his face and body flush
pink. Eric moaned, kissing down his little Jews body, taking his hips in both
hands, stopping his hand thrusting. He positioned himself, kissing him softly.
"Going in now.." He slowly started to thrust in, biting his lip. It was so
tight and warm.
Kyle smiled softly at Eric warning him, gasping with a wince/moan. "Oh...I've
missed you..." Eric held him close, head hidden in his lovers neck and hair.
Eyes watered happily, gasping. "Oh and I missed you to Jew.." He was now all
the way in, struggling not to start pounding into him. Kyle moaned. "mmm
move...please..." Eric didn't need told twice, going out before thrusting back
in hard. Kyle's legs and arms wrapped around him in pleasure. Gripping his back
and hair.
Eric thrust in and out, fast as he could. Hard as he could. All the pent up
longing coming out, panting and gasping. A hand wrapped in his lovers red
curls, feeling himself tense, gripping his hips with his other hand. Going
deeper.
Kyle gasped. "Oh God...I'm close.." Eric smirked, kissing his neck. "Then
come." With those words Kyle came hard, gasping. "ahh Eric.." White spurts came
between them, making there stomachs sticky. Eric groaned, coming deep within
his little red head, panting. Once spent he pulled out, laying next to him.
Holding him close, kissing his head. "Oh I've missed you. I've missed you so
much." Kyle smiled/smirked softly. "Did you miss me or the sex?"
Eric let out an amused sound. "You. I've missed you." Kyle smiled softly,
holding him close. "Good. I missed you to fat ass." Eric smirked softly. "Jew."
Kyle smiled softly, snuggling into is arms when he felt that soft, chubby
chest, wasn't that chubby and was just a bit hard. He pulled back, now noticing
the softly defined abs on his boyfriend/fiance. He smirked. "Not much of a fat
ass anymore." Eric smiled proudly. "Nope. Had to do something to work off the
energy. And to keep from beating some fellow inmates. They had a gym, I pretty
much never left it. " Kyle smiled, looking proud. "I'm proud of you. " Then he
smirked. "But your still gonna be fat ass." Eric laughed, kissing him. " Deal
Jew. "
***** Chapter 33 *****
Eric woke with a start. A cold sweat a sheen against his skin in the darkness
of the prison cell. He wasn't unfamiliar to nightmares. He's had them semi-
often growing up, when Kyle had come into his life, when they had gotten
together, they slowed until they stopped. Then Rick happened. Every night since
that fateful night he's had them. But they've been getting worse. More vivid,
more intense, more painful. He panted, catching his breath, looking at the
clock. It was dark but there was enough moonlight to show it was only 1:57AM.
He sighed heavily, resting his head again, running a hand down his face in
annoyance. He made sure to hide his nightmares from Kyle. He didn't want him to
worry anymore then he did. He was seeing Kyle in the morning. That wasn't until
10AM. It was gonna be a long night.
Kyle waited, sitting in his spot. He kept watching the door for Eric. He was so
lost in thought he jumped when he saw it open. The guard escorting Eric to his
seat by the glass. Kyle frowned. He looked exhausted. Once Eric picked up his
phone, Kyle did the same. Eric spoke first. "How's the move going?" Kyle
sighed. "Good. It's hard thou. I grew up in that house." "I know but it's not
safe there, not anymore." "Eric, are you ok? You don't look too good." Kyle
frowned, looking him over. Eric shook his head, trying his best to put on a
good face. "I'm fine babe, Don't worry about me. Worry about this move. Did you
get the things from my old house?"
Kyle smiled weakly. "Yes, we did." Eric let out a relived breath. "Good. I hate
not being there for this." "Please, I'd rather be here, avoiding it. It's not
exactly fun." Eric smiled tiredly. "I'd rather you be here with me to." Kyle
sighed, he was getting annoyed. He could tell something was wrong. Why wasn't
Eric telling him? "Eric, what is going on with you? Each time I've seen you in
the last six months you've been exhausted, even pale. Are you sick? Like..."A
lump formed just from the thought. " Like dying?" Eric gave him a raised
eyebrow. "No. babe, I'm not dying. I'm just tired. I've...just been working out
too much. Thats all." "Are you sure?" Eric put on a smile. "Yes. I'm fine. Stop
worrying and get my shit moved into the new house." Kyle smiled. "Fine. I will
then. Ass." "Bitch" Kyle couldn't help the smirk. "Jerk" "Whore" Kyle rolled
his eyes, the smirk still on his face. "Oh com'on, you know you love me this
way."
Eric smirked, biting his lip. Even from behind the glass Kyle made his pants
tighten. "Oh I do. Come over that glass I'l show you." Kyle blushed, biting his
lip with a smile. "Eric, behave before they take you away." Eric chuckled
lowly. "Sorry, it's been a while." "What you don't have private time?" Eric
smirked ofter. "It's not the same." Kyle blushed deeper with a smile. "I know."
Eric bit his lip. With kyles last comment, he now had images of his precious
red head on his bed, stroking himself. Oh was it a good image.
Now back at his cell he sat on his cot, leaning against the wall. He was still
semi-hard, luckily the prison uniform was baggy enough to hide it but damn he
needed to be alone. He looked at the time. It was nearing noon. Lunch time. The
showers would be free, well nearly. There was always someone somewhere in the
prison. There was no privacy but he'll take what he can get. With a huff he got
up. A few of the more homophobic prison mates purposely bumping into him with a
sneer but they didn't start anything. They knew the damage he could do to them.
He never left the gym. His body was still large but his fat he was known for
was nearly gone, replaced with budging muscles. He was quite intimidating.
He got to the shower and just as he thought. Nearly empty. The only ones he saw
were the slightly more crazier ones who really don't know of the environment
around them. Lost in there own damaged thoughts or even for the same reason he
is. He stripped, turning the water to a good temperature. He closed his eyes,
getting the soap, pretending to clean himself up while he conjures images of
his Kyle to his head. It didn't take long. The images from there conversion
still fresh. His kyle, nude on his bed, smirking to him, running his hands down
his small, gorgeous body. Eric bit his lip, hands trailing to his already rock
hard member. He stroked softly at first, his rhythm going with Kyles within his
mind. He saw Kyle bit his lip, eyes closed in ecstasy as he stroked. Small
moans escaping from the gorgeous mouth. He wanted to make that mouth scream.
His suds filled hand stroked faster on his own, small moans escaping his own.
Damn he needed Kyle here. He continued stroking his own, getting more and more
lost in his fantasy.
Suddenly his fantasy changed, suddenly he had flashes of those cult members,
raping and torturing his kyle. He let out a startled scream before punching the
wall a few times until he realized he was in the prison shower, tears running
down his face, mixing with the water. The tile now cracked and broken on the
floor, tinted with his blood. His lip trembled, his breathing faster. God, what
was happening to him? His heart felt like it would come right out of his chest,
his world spinning. He screamed in frustration, now kneeling on the wet floor
hands gripping his hair. He didn't even notice the few prison mates around him,
staring, wondering what the hell happened.
Before he knew it he was dried, dressed, his hand bandaged up and sitting
before the doctor of the prison. "Have these anxiety attacks been happening
often?" The doctor held his clip bord, reading over his file of medical and
psychiatric history. Eric replied sounding numb, holding his bandaged hand.
"No." "Has anything happened recently to trigger them?" Eric thought a moment.
His nightmares were worse now then they were ever before. "Eric?" The doctor
pressed on. He hadn't spoken for a good full minute. Eric didn't look up but he
felt his eyes water. "yeah."
Now he was given a cell phone. Thou it was monitored, it allowed him more time
with Kyle instead of the few times he visits in the week. He took advantage of
the privacy he had in his cell. His cellmate off at dinner or something. He
called Kyle. Feeling tense. He hated worrying him. He had enough to worry about
with the move, his own nightmares and problems. He nearly jumped when kyle
answered, too lost in his own thoughts. "Hello?" "Kahl, it's me." He heard the
smile in Kyles voice. "Eric,how are you calling me?" He chuckled softly. "They
gave me a cell phone, it's heavily monitored thou" "Why did they give you a
cell phone? Did something happen?" Eric paused. "Yeah. Sorta." "Eric, talk to
me. Please. I know something is wrong." He could already see that little frown
on his face, that worried look in those green eyes.
"I've...I've been having some nightmares. Been having them for some time now
but they've been worse lately. " He paused. Kyle pressed on. "Go on." He let
out a steadying breath. He didn't think it would be this hard. "I can feel
everything in them. More vivid and more intense and It's hard to sleep and
today in the shower, after your visit. I had to have some alone time. During
that I got flash backs, I punched the wall four times and...I don't remember
much, but I remember screaming." "Oh God.. Eric.." "Don't start." he felt his
eyes water, feeling as thou he just put a huge burden on his Kyles small
shoulders. "Why didn't you tell me about the nightmares before this? You know I
would have understood." "I didn't want to worry you." "I'm going to worry about
you either way. I love you, worrying just comes with that territory." He smiled
sadly. "I know what you mean. I Love you to. now talk to me, hows the move
going?" He wasn't sure how long he was on his cell phone but his cell mate came
back after some time and it was getting dark. It was gonna be easier to get
thru these six months with this cell phone.
***** Chapter 34 *****
Kyle was a shaking mess. He was waiting with his mom and brother. Eric would
finally be a free man. He would be completely his. He heard the metal clang of
prison door, looking up, his eyes watered in happiness. His dad was bringing
Eric out, closing the metal door. Eric smiled when he saw Kyle, walking over to
him but Kyle beat him to it,running to him in a tackle hug. Kyle hugged him
tightly, tears falling. "I can't wait for you to see the house." Eric kissed
him hard but quick. "I can't either." Eric let go of him, walking over to
Sheila and Ike. Sheila smiled. "It's good to have you back." He smiled, hugging
her. "You have no idea how good it is to be back." She smiled, hugging him
tightly. He let go, looking down at Ike. He's grown even more. "I don't know,
you look like your all grown up, still want hugs?" Eric held his arms out as
invitation. Ike smiled, hugging him. "Welcome back." Eric smiled, hugging him
tightly, feeling his eyes water. He wasn't sure how he survived these last
three years without them by his side.
In the car, Gerald drove them. Kyle was wrapped in Eric's arms the whole drive.
Eric spoke up. "Where are we going? Where is this new house at?" Kyle
smiled."actually were making a detour." Eric raised an eyebrow. "A detour?"
Kyle and the rest kept quiet, with knowing smiles. It wasn't until the car
stopped that Eric recognized the house. It was his. He swallowed. He hadn't
been back there since he discovered his mother. "Why are we here?" Kyle got out
first, holding his hand out to Eric. The others staying in, knowing this is a
moment that shouldn't be interrupted. Eric got out, Holding Kyle's hand, hating
how his own was shaking. "Eric..Were moving out of state. We may never be back
here again." Eric swallowed, the news was a lot more then he expected. Kyle
continued. "We thought you might want to go thru your house, get any belongings
we may have missed...finial goodbyes." Kyle felt his eyes water.
Eric nodded to him, still at a loss for words. Kyle spoke, letting out a
breath. "Did you want to go in alone?" "No." He spoke quickly, looking from the
house to Kyle, to the house again. "No. I don't, you can come in if you want."
He made it sound so normal, like he was coming in for a drink or to play Guitar
Hero. He nearly chuckled at that memory but kept it locked in. Kyle smiled
weakly, holding Eric's hand. "Well then... Allons-Y." Eric chuckled, kissing
Kyle before leading him inside. He loved this little Jew and all his nerdy-
ness. Over his prison period he had taught him a bit about Doctor Who. Most on
nights he couldn't sleep from crippling nightmares, he would call and he would
tell Kyle to talk to him, about anything. He would start of with school or
something equally mundane then work up to his shows and gush about them. Eric
would just smile and listen on the other line. One of the first things Kyle
taught him about Doctor Who was that the 10ths catchphrase "Allons-Y" was
french for. "Let's go."
Eric lead him up the narrow walkway, going to the door. Kyle held out his hand,
showing him the key. Eric took it, opening the door slowly, as if the memories
themselves would jump out at him. He looked around. It was much cleaner then
last time and all the furniture has yet to be moved. It was the same as when he
was nine. He could very nearly see the ghosts of his memories. How he would
watch Terrance and Phillip while his mom became his personal waitress and
butler. He felt a twinge of guilt at that thought. As far as he could see, they
got everything from the living room. He signaled for Kyle to follow, holding
his hand, grounding him to the present while he walked thru his past.
They walked thru thru the kitchen. It was spotless. He could almost imagine she
was here cooking her amazing meals and cleaning. He felt his eyes water. Her
memory ghost looking back at him with that smile that made him feel like
everything would be ok, no matter what was happening. He went to a few
cabinets, he wasn't sure why. Just wanting to memorize every detail before it
would be gone. He opened one and found a bag of cheesy poofs, still good to. He
smirked weakly, taking the bag out. Kyle smiled, rolling his eyes. "Really?"
Eric smirked, taking his hand again. "Yeah, really."
He started to lead him upstairs but before he could stop onto the landing he
stopped, seeing her room. Where he found her, dead and cold. He swallowed as
Kyle spoke worriedly. "Eric?" He shook his head. "I'm fine. Just caught off
guard." Kyle nodded, letting him take his time. Eric took a few moments before
leading his little Jew to his old room, going inside. He smirked softly, seeing
it was nearly empty with the exception of a few posters. The posters, he had no
interest in, especially after what happened to him and Kyle. They were Mel
Gibbson Posters or ones about Naziism. He went to a few drawers, looking in. An
old bottle of lube made him smirk. Oh the many times he would bring his little
Jew up here. That was before Sheila approved and even knew of there
relationship. Kyle grinned, walking closer. "What is that smirk for?" Eric
signed to the drawer, smirk still on his face. Kyle blushed as he looked but
started laughing. "Oh my God, that's still in there?"
Eric chuckled with him, closing there drawer. "we'll leave that in there for
the people who get this house next to find out." Kyle slapped his shoulder.
"God, your bad." Eric smirked, bringing Kyle closer. "Oh very bad." Kyle
smiled/smirked softly. Eric's smirked turned to a smile, kissing him before
holding his hand, leading him out of the room, to the hall. He wanted something
to remember his mother by but that meant stepping into that room. He now stood
in front of it, Holding Kyle's hand tighter then normal. Kyle looked up at him.
"It's ok. Take your tim-" "Open it." Kyle raised an eyebrow as Eric kept
looking at the door. "Open the door cause I can't do it."
Kyle nodded before slowly taking the golden knob and opening it with a gentle
push. Eric sucked in a breath. The memory of his mother lying dead on the bed
came as soon as the door opened. He closed his eyes, wanting to imagine a
better memory, a happier one. He looked to the vanity mirror, walking over
slowly, impinging her there brushing her hair before bed, humming that stupid
song that she always sang to him when he was sick. Eric spoke, his eyes
watering as he looked into the mirror. "Kyle, you know that song from dumbo
that his mother sang to him? I know it but I forget the title." He voice was
getting thicker the more he spoke, Kyle spoke, his own eyes watery. "Baby
Mine?" Eric smiled, wiping a tear away. "Yeah..that. She would always sing that
to me." Kyle smiled softly, walking closer, sensing a breakdown in his normally
strong boyfriend. "She sounds like an amazing mom." Eric's voice cracked,
looking at the memory his mind made up. She was brushing her hair, humming baby
mine. "She was." Kyle moved to him, wrapping his arms around him. Eric broke, a
sob escaping as he held Kyle close, sobbing into his hair. Kyle let a few tears
of his own fall, holding Eric tightly.
It felt like hours to Eric as he cried out his grief into Kyle's red curls but
was only about five minutes til he could compose himself enough to get thru the
rest of the room. He looked thru some of her Jewelry, taking her favorite
necklace. It was a pearlesent locket. It had two pictures of him in it. His
infant picture and his fourth grade photo. The color distorted from age. That
blue sweat shirt she never took off. Kyle placed a hand on his arm that held
the folded shirt and necklace. "Ready?" Eric sighed. "yeah. Ready." Kyle held
his free hand, smiling weakly, the bag of cheesy poofs on top of the sweater
and necklace.
They finally got outside, Eric looking back at the door a moment before looking
to the broflovskis. Gerald in the drivers seat, reading a book of some sort,
Sheila talking and Ike looking utterly bored. Eric smiled before looking at
Kyle, holding his hand tightly, leading him to the car, to his family, to his
future.
***** Chapter 35 *****
Maine. Eric and the rest of his little Jew family were going to Maine. Kyle did
the research. They allow both open carry guns and Gay marriage. He was more
then happy about both of those things, but he was so far away from home. From
where they grew up. But it had to be done. Who knows what goons may be lurking
around South Park wanting to take down Kyle and his family again. There were
many left alive (Eric didn't like that) and anyone of them could start an
uprising. Leaving the state was the safest bet. He watched as south park went
by him in a blur as Gerald drove. This was the last time he was going to see
south park. He felt Kyle hold his hand tightly, looking over he saw tears in
those green orbs and knew Kyle felt the same. This was a hard choice but it had
to be done.
It was a total of 12 hours before they landed. That includes the waiting and
delays. Eric was already feeling home sick. He held Kyle's hand thru the whole
airport and thou there was some looks of disgust (there was always going to be
and he's come to terms with that) most didn't care or were happy for them.
Nothing like south park, damn homophobic town. Sheila took over driving to
there new house. It was in the town of Camden and Eric thought he landed in
some cheesy suburban novel. All the houses were gorgeous and perfect and the
yards and flowers cut and watered to perfection.
Lets not forget the white picket fences. It was a stark contrast to south park.
Sheila smiled, looking around. Kyle was asleep along with Ike and Gerald. Eric
couldn't sleep in a moving vehicle. He had a hard time sleeping in a bed. He
had a hard time sleeping period. "Oh isn't this beautiful." "Little cheesy."
Sheila, half glared in the rear-view mirror to Eric. "Eric!" He smiled/smirked
weakly. "What? It is.I feel like I stepped into a Disney movie. Am I gonna meet
Winnie the pooh while were here?" Sheila sighed in announce. "Eric, you will
just have to get used to it. Your living here. Ah here we are." She turned into
there house. It was large, off-white with a small patio on the front side. It
looked small. Eric raised an eyebrow. "It looks small." Sheila smiled. "Oh it's
not. Wake Kyle up." She got out after turning the car off, starting to open the
trunk.
Gerald woke up with a start. "Huh!..Oh...mmmm" He groaned. Having the car
parked woke him up, the movement of the car had lulled him to sleep. Eric
chuckled, waking Ike. "Hey little man, wake up." Ike groaned. "Five more
minutes..." "Were here.." Ike perked up hearing that, looking out the window.
"Wow..." He got out, stretching. Gerald doing the same. Eric chuckled, holding
Kyle close. "Hey Kyle, wake up.." Kyle just snuggled into his chest more. Eric
smirked, kissing him, gently before probing his tongue inside that sweet
cavern. He felt kyle react and not only wake up, hold his head closer but Eric
pulled away with a smirk. "Afternoon sleeping beauty, where here." Kyle smiled.
"couldn't wake me up any other way?" He blushed, already feeling hard. He lost
count how long it had been for them. Eric smiled, kissing his cheek and neck.
"Why don't you run inside and take care of yourself then. I can just tell them
you felt sick from the car ride." Kyle smirked. "Your not getting out of this."
He started to get out, running to the front door and getting inside quickly.
Eric got out and sheila looked concerned. "Eric, is kyle alright?" Eric smiled,
forcing himself not to smirk. "Yeah, just a little sick from the ride. Here,
let me help." He took some of the heavier suitcases.
Sheila got to the door, opening it with a smile. The living room was a decent
size but yet to be furnished. That would be around an hour or so when the truck
got here with there furniture."Ahh look at this. So cozy." Ike smiled, looking
around along with Gerald following inside. "Wow sheila, you certainly picked a
nice house." Sheila smiled. "Thank you sweetie." Eric smiled. "I'm gonna go
check on Kyle." He started to walk up the staircase, going to the closest
bathroom He heard some muffled breaths and words and knew kyle was in there.
He smirked, lightly knocking on the door followed by a startled yelp. Eric
burst into laughter. It was only seconds later the bathroom door was thrown
open by a very angry Kyle. "That wasn't funny Eric." He told him in a hushed
whisper. Eric continued to laugh. "Oh you didn't hear it from out here."
"dammit, I though you were my mom." Eric smirked before gently pushing him back
into the white bathroom. Kyle smirked weakly. "Eric, my parents are
downstairs." Eric smirked, closing and locking the bathroom door. "Then you
better be quiet." Kyle grinned to him, feeling himself harden again. He never
got to finish and it went away when he thought his mom was at the door but now
it was aching against his jeans.
Eric took him in his arms, hands on his little Jews hips as he kissed him,
gently before deepening it. Kyle wrapped his arms around his large shoulders,
gripping his hair, bringing him closer, Eric moaned softly into Kyle's mouth,
hoisting him up on the sink counter, happy it was a large enough counter
without the risk of kyle falling into the sink. Kyle chuckled lowly into the
kiss, running a hand under Eric's shirt, feeling the softly defined abs. He
never stopped working out when he was in prison. Needing some way to burn off
energy or kill his fellow homophobic inmates.
Eric bit his lip with a soft groan, taking his shirt off quickly before taking
kyles off, throwing it on the floor with his before suckling on his neck. Kyle
moaned, biting his lip. "ooh Eric.." Eric smirked, running his hand down Kyle's
pale chest. "What do you want?" Kyle was panting. "Touch me.." Eric smirked,
reaching his lovers pant zipper. "Oh but I am.." Kyle nearly growled. "You know
what I mean fat ass.." Eric smirked, crashing his lips to Kyle's. "Jew..." Kyle
was about to retort something back but Eric took his achingly hard member in
his hand, stroking, making him into jelly as he slumped against his lovers
broad chest. "ooh God.." He bit his lip as moan was muffled. It was becoming
too much, he needed him, gripping his chest. "Oh God...s-stop.. I'm gonna
cum..." Eric stopped with a smirk. "We don't have lube love." Kyle reached
behind him, getting a small bottle of lotion with a blush. "I kinda always
carry lotion with me. For my hands." Kyle blushed deeper. Eric smirked. "Sure,
for your hands. Did you want bent over or am I taking you like this?" Kyle bit
his lip, looking up into blue eyes. " Like I am. I want to see you."
Eric smirked softer, quickly getting his little Jews pants off, admiring the
beauty before him. Kyle blushed before smiling. "Your a little over dressed.."
Eric smiled, seeing his still had his pants on. "That I am.." He quickly got
his pants off before taking the lotion and moving Kyle to a comfortable
position on the counter. Eric put a little lotion on his finger before kissing
Kyle's neck softly. "Ready?" Kyle nodded with a soft smile. Eric pressed the
slick digit into his tight entrance, feeling Kyle relax he smiled, holding him
closer as he worked him. Kyle bit his lip. "another..." Eric did as he was
told, adding another, thrusting them gently. Kyle groaned, gripping Eric's
shoulders. "another..." Eric added a third and stopped as his little Jew
winced. The third was always painful and Eric did everything in his power to
make as pleasurable as possible. Kyle breathed out. "Ok.." Eric pressed the
third in, looking concerned. "If it's too much.." "It's not, it's just been a
while.." Eric smirked softly, all three fingers in his Jews tight hole. "we'll
have to change that." He started thrusting all three fingers gently, feeling
Kyle grip his shoulders in pain or pleasure, it was hard to tell but he felt
Kyle's entrance relax around him and Kyle had to bit his lip to keep from
moaning out.
"You...now..." Eric chuckled lowly, kissing Kyle's neck, taking out all three
fingers. He lubed himself up with the lotion before positioning himself at his
entrance. He always waited for Kyle's ok. Kyle smirked softly, nodding. Eric
held Kyle close as he pressed in, hiding his face in his neck and red curls,
muffling his groan. It had been too damn long. Kyle winced. Eric was fairly
large, larger then all three of his fingers but he could handle it. Eric was
all the way in, holding Kyle's hips and a waist, panting. "Sorry, did I hurt
you?" Kyle shook his head with a soft smile. "No." Kyle moved his hips,
thrusting himself on Eric's member. Eric bit his lip, muffling a moan as he
started moving, slowly, finding Kyle's spot with ease. Kyle gripped around
Eric's shoulders and legs wrapped around his waist, holding him closer, moaning
into his shoulder. "Ohh ...Eric..." Eric smirked, going harder, faster, he was
already tensing. It had been a long time since he even masturbated thanks to
his little episode in prison. He held off, wanting kyle to come first.
Eric panted, going harder, reaching below and stroking his little Jew. Kyle
gasped. "ahh...mmm..God..so close.." Eric smirked, biting and nibbling his
neck. It only took a few more tugs at Kyle's twitching member for him to come
hard, dribbling over his hand. Eric groaned, feeling Kyle tense around him
brought his own orgasm, shooting into his lovers hole,a little leaking out
around the sides. Eric rode it out, stopping, holding Kyle close, panting. Kyle
smiled, laughing lightly, hiding himself inside Eric's chest. It was moments
later that there was a knock on the door. Kyle groaned and Eric answered.
"Yeah?" Ike was behind the door. "Is kyle ok? Mom is getting worried." Eric
smirked to kyle. "Just fine, we'll be out in a minute." Kyle laughed weakly
before gently pushing him away. "Lets go back downstairs before my mom comes
looking for us." Eric pulled out, kissing Kyle quickly before cleaning his hand
off and his little Jew. Kyle took the cloth with a blush. "If you start
cleaning me off we'll never leave this room." Eric chuckle lowly, getting his
jeans on as he kissed Kyle's neck. "I don't mind." Kyle smiled, cleaning
himself off.
It was about 10 minute before coming down the stairs, fully dressed but Kyle
couldn't hide the blush in his cheeks or Eric the small smirk on his face when
he looked at his little lover with said blush, knowing he put it there. Sheila
saw them, going to Kyle. "Oh bubbla are you feeling alright? You were up there
for a long time?" Kyle blushed deeper, smiling. "I'm fine mom, just needed..."
oh what's a good lie.. "A little rest. Thats all." Sheila smiled. "I'm glad
your feeling better now. The truck will be here any minute." She kissed his
cheek before walking away. Kyle sighed in relief that she bought that. Ike
walked up to Kyle suddenly, Kyle looked to him. "What?" Ike looked at him
knowingly. "Couldn't keep it in your pants for a few hours?" Kyle glared but
felt his blush deepen. "Shut up." He said in a hushed whisper but nearly jumped
when he felt Eric behind him, hands around his thin waist. "No, we couldn't,
got a problem with it pipsqueak?" Ike had the smallest of smiles on his face.
"Nope."
He walked away, leaving a confused kyle. Eric chuckled. Kyle got out of his
hold, slapping his arm. "What was that for?" Eric chuckled., holding the arm
kyle hit. "What? He knew, no use hiding it." Kyle rolled his eyes then heard
the sounds of a large truck outside and his mother asking for them to help.
Eric sighed with a smile. "Time to unpack." He walked toward the door, Kyle
watching. Kyle watched him open the door for his mom, both of them smiling to
each-other. It was a stark contrast to how it was little more then three or so
years ago. He still had nightmares. He knew Eric did to, he didn't think that
was something that would just go away. The doctors who treated both of them
said it was PTSD and was very common with such traumatic experience. Kyle still
hated it, still felt weak from it. He shook the thoughts out of his head before
resuming to watch his family.
His family.
He couldn't describe how happy he was to include Eric in that. He watched as he
walked toward the truck, Eric talking and joking with Sheila and the driver,
Gerald and Ike helping each other with bags and boxes. He smiled, walking out
the door to help build his future. Later that night when all the boxes were
brought in, all the furniture set up nicely (which they found out they wold
need more since it was a bigger house) they ordered pizza and managed to get
the TV and DVD player set up. Cable and internet would be tomorrow. Along with
house phones. So they sat around the TV, on the couch and recliners and floor
watching the series of Die Hard which Eric had with him in his box. Kyle saw
everyone in a mixture of asleep or getting there. He was leaned against Eric's
chest with Ike leaning against Eric's other side. Both of Eric's large arms
around them both. Kyle smiled over before looking up at Eric. Eric smiled down
to him, ruffling Ike's hair and kissing Kyle's head. There was no place else he
would rather be.
***** Chapter 36 *****
One year later
It took some time and some tears til they got there own place. It was only a
street away so they saw Kyle's parents regularly. For all the holidays and
everything in-between. Once they settled they started planning there wedding.
Now It was there wedding day and Eric was pacing in the grooms room, dressed to
the nines in his tux, Ike was with him as well along with Kenny (which they
paid his flight and is currently staying at there place) Kenny smiled,looking
charming in his own tux. "Dude, calm down, you have nothing to be nervous
about." Eric scoffed at him, hands ruffling his brown hair. "Nothing to be
nervous about..I have everything to be nervous about." Kenny stared at him with
his arms crossed. "Like what?" Eric looked at him. "What if I fail? What if I'm
a poor husband? What if I can't protect him or if I'm away or.."
Kenny hook his head, walking over. "Dude, do you hear yourself? You've already
gone above and beyond for him. You saved his life, you went across the state
and disobeyed a direct order from he state police. Your the best he could
possibly have." Eric sighed. "Well he deserves better." "ok, dude, shut up
before I duct tape your mouth shut." Ike got up, looking out the door then
giving a thumbs up then going to Eric. "One minute, we need to get out there."
Kenny smiled. "Ready?"Eric grumbled. "No." Kenny smirked, nearly pushing him
out the door to the alter. Ike smiled, going to Eric as he stood at the alter
with him. "I'm really glad my brother is marrying you." Eric smiled weakly to
him. "I am to." suddenly the music started and Eric felt his knees turn to
jello.
Where Eric was dressed in a black tux, Kyle got a white one and Eric could
laugh at the symbolism but right now, as Gerald walked his oldest son up to the
alter , his breath caught. Kyle looked amazing. His hair was tamed but still
the unruly mess, curls framing his face, freckles sticking out thanks to the
summer sun and Eric swore he saw a halo above his head or maybe it was just the
sun reflecting off the stained-glass window behind him. He swallowed When Kyle
smiled to him, he smiled back. Kyle got to the alter where the priest (one of
the few who would marry gay couples. Eric looked very hard to make this day
perfect) The priest smiled. "wWho gives this man away?" Gerald spoke. "Her
mother and I." Kyle smiled, turning to his dad and hugging him. "Thanks dad."
Gerald smiled, feeling his eyes water. "I love you son, no matter what." He
walked back with Sheila, sitting next to her, holding her hand. Her other hand
dabbing tears away.
Kyle held Eric's hand as he walked up the step to the alter next to Eric. Eric
smiled. "Hi.." Kyle chuckled softly, holding his hand tightly, feeling how
nervous he was. "Hey.." The priest started and went on speaking a few
scriptures. Eric was getting bored until he got to the part he was waiting for.
"Eric, do you take Kyle Broflovski to be your lawfully wedded husband? Thru
sickness and in health? For better or worse? As long as you both shall live?"
Eric smiled, feeling his eyes water. "Think we've been thru the "worse" part."
A few chuckles came from the crowd but Eric was only concerned with Kyle and
felt so happy to hear that laugh. Eric cleared his throat, feeling a lump form
in it, willing himself not to cry. "I do."
The priest smiled, turning to Kyle. "Kyle, Do you take Eric to be your lawfully
wedded husband? In sickness and in health? For better or worse? For as long as
you both shall live?" Kyle smiled, a few happy tears welling in his eyes. "I
do." They put there rings on there fingers then it got to the part Eric was
waiting for. The priest smiled. "Eric, You may kiss your husband." Eric
smirked, bringing Kyle close, kissing him, crashing his lips to his, ignoring
the few happy tears that fell from his eyes. Kyle smiled, wrapping his arms
around him. Kenny clapped, giving a few wolf whistles. "Save it for the
honeymoon!" Kenny yelled out with a smile. Kyle had to break away to laugh.
This day couldn't be more perfect.
The reception was even better. After the cake cutting it was time for there
first dance and Eric for the whole planning process kept there dance song a
secret, until now. Kyle just looked at him as "I swear" came playing thru the
speakers. Eric smirked, taking his hand. Kyle smiled, letting him lead.
"Really? This song?" "I could sing it if it'll help." "No." Eric chuckled,
taking him to the dance floor, holding him close, hands on his thin hips,
swaying softly. Kyle smiled, rolling his eyes. "Can't believe you picked this
song." "You don't think it's fitting?" Kyle smiled. "No, it seems very fitting
just last time I heard this was at that basketball game because you were
jealous of that girl-" "I wasn't jealous." "Totally jealous." Eric held him
closer. "I was letting it be known what was mine." Kyle smiled. "Oh so thats
what that was?" "yes. I was...showing my dominance." Kyle rolled his eyes. "Oh
lord.."
It was now going on there one year anniversary now and Eric knew that Kyle
wanted to be a parent but with how laws were it was damn tough for a same sex
couple to adopt. He made it happen thou and made sure to keep It a surprise. He
wanted Kyle to stay with his parents for the week, even sending them to a local
hotel for a mini vacation. Only Sheila, Gerald and Ike were in the know of the
adoption process. It finally went thru and Eric was on his way home with there
little baby girl, Anna. She was only two months old and was born premature to a
drug addicted mother who had died shortly after her birth. Eric was happy for
that because now little Anna was going to get a new life, a happy life with a
happy family. He parked in there drive way, getting out and going to the
backseat, smiling softly before taking the little pink bundle in his much
larger arms. "Hey little princess...your gonna love it here." She cooed, moving
her hands, he gently let her hold his finger as he walked inside with her.
It was night time now and Eric had Anna in her crib, just in time to as Kyle
was coming in the front door. "Eric? I'm home." Eric went down to the living
room, kissing kyle. Kyle smiled. "Hey babe." Eric smiled. "I got a surprise for
you but you gotta close your eyes." Kyle smiled. "ok." Kyle closed his eyes,
hands over them. Eric got behind him, gently guiding him to Anna's room. "No
peeking." "I'm not!" "Shh, not so loud." Kyle raised an eyebrow under his
hands. "why?" Eric got to Anna's room, gently guiding him to the white crib. He
turned on the soft pink lamp on the small desk. Taking a step back."Ok..open
your eyes." Kyle opened them and it took him a second to realize what he was
looking at. A baby. A baby girl. In there house. He looked to Eric, looking
hopeful. "Eric.." Eric smiled softer, walking to him, arms around his waist.
"Say hello to our daughter, Anna Grace Broflovski-Cartman." Kyle felt his eyes
water. "How? I thought it was impossible." "Not impossible,just very difficult.
So, are you gonna hold your daughter?" Kyle smiled, wiping tears away. "I don't
want to wake her.." "Hold her." Kyle listened to him, reaching in the crib,
picking up the small pink bundle that was his daughter. He tried hard not to
cry.
He held her gently, moving the blanket out of her face her eyes were open and
the bluest he's ever seen next to Eric's own eyes. "Hello Anna, I'm your dad.
Well, your other dad." Eric smiled softly, holding kyle close and petting
Anna's red tufts of hair on her head. "You got two dads princess when most only
have one. Your a very lucky girl." Kyle cried, holding her closer. "Oh
God...this is all so much.." Eric gently took her, placing her back in the
crib. He brought kyle in his arms, holding him close. Kyle cried into his
shoulder. He kissed his head. "Shh..it's ok.. I know, we should have talked
about it first.." "No, it's fine..I was just overwhelmed." He smiled with teary
eyes. "I love her already. I knew I would love our child before I even met
them. " Eric kissed his head. "I promise to protect her with my life if I have
to." Kyle looked serious. "And mine as well. If anyone tries to hurt her
they'll have to deal with me as well." Eric smirked, kissing him. "I love you."
Kyle smiled, kissing him back. "I love you to." Kyle perked up. "Oh! We need to
call my mom." He smiled, nearly dragging Eric out of the room. Eric smiled.
Yeah, this was gonna be one interesting life.
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