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Running full force into his mother he plunged the knife into her side, a sickening scream ripping the air as she stumbled back. “CARTMAN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING.. ERIC” Absolutely horrified she was slammed against the wall roughly, her body catching itself on the stairwell as she was toppled over the railing. Snap . Eric in a fit of heavy breaths pulled close and gazed above. A crimson pool of blood leaking from his mothers disfigured body. He dropped the knife, the full realization of the situation hitting him like a fucking voltron. “What the fuck… WHAT THE FUCK” Control began to slip his mind as he broke down, falling against the wall he wrapped his body into a crumbled mess. “What the fuck am I gonna do..?” He cried out, rustling his hair of any solution. After a while he rose up, a trail winding behind him as he entered the restroom.
The scent of blood bleached his lungs, his mouth tightening as he stared at the person he called himself. Those weren’t his eyes; he was aware of that. Glancing down he raised his hands. These weren’t his hands, no they were all bloody. The sink told him so. They all did.
He stood there for a while, the world around him fading out in a grey senseless strain of voices. Meeting the entry of his room he pulled out a can of gasoline from under his bed. He needed it to end, he needed to burn it all down. It all went silent except for the drip of liquid seeping into the carpet of the room and down the house.
“It’s better this way..” He reminded himself with a warm flicker, the amber light comforting him with its gentle movement. This wasn’t his house, not anymore.
Kenny chuckled with the swipe of his nose before crouching low, his sister bulldozing into him in a laughing fit. “I wanna spin! I wanna spin!” She shouted with excitement, a tinder innocence in her eyes as he began to swing her in his arms. “Ice cream!” He set her down gently before she ran full sprint for the truck. Digging through the loose change in his pocket he pulled out a couple ones for the both of them. Turning back to face his sister; her dress swayed in the smoke stained air, her bow tucked tightly in her hair as she called out for him. His smile fell.
His vision flashed in a deafening thunder, a huge array of metal and wood twisting his way. Raising a bloody hand to his head, he was in the midst of a forest of fire and horrified skrieks. Battling the pain through his body he rose up. Cartman's house? Kenny with a confused horror stumbled on a sheet of metal. His heart plunged into an overwhelming panic when he realized what vehicle it belonged to. Adrenaline took his legs into motion, the whip of flames burning into his hood as he slowed to a stop. Blood warmly soaked the sole of his shoe. His eyes slowly tracing up the river of blood and tearing up. His sister looked back at him, the innocence of life leaving her body. “Karen?” He called out her name, his arms lifting up her still body from the debris.
Kenny hovered over a hospital bed. The soak of soap through the air as the beep of a flatline rang through the room. He ran a hand through the blankets, gripping them tightly as he wept softly. “Kenny..” Kyle met his side, his eyes a long bag of restlessness. “They told me Cartman's house had a gas leak, but they found his mothers remains in the house.” Kenny stiffened at the mention of Cartman's name, the dread on his chest running into defense as he stood. “Where the fuck is he..” .. Kyle tripped back, the hint of fear within his eyes before he stuttered out a response. “He’s missing..”