Cruel Demons Fate

Better make it out..

Stan's pov

We were walking for a few minutes, towards where Cartman was. I tried my hardest to drag my feet into the ground so we wouldn't move very fast. I couldn't let them hurt Cartman. I knew him since we were in pre-school but here, a time spand of what I think is two days, I've learned years of information about him. He always seemed like a fat spoiled evil kid, and maybe he was. Though he was also a child who wanted a family's love and support. He saw some pretty fucked up shit and I needed to be there for him.

But was I? No. I was the one holding a knife walking slowly towards him to end his misery. I was starting to panic. There was no way I could convince these spirits to back off and I couldn't stop them.

Maybe I could stab myself so it would slow them down I thought

Don't even think about The maniac said

Dammit forgot you could hear my thoughts

Don't worry kid, after we kill Cartman we will kill you too

Great I'm excited

Make jokes all you want, it won't save you

He was right. I was dead either way. So did it matter what happened to me? Or what I did next? All I knew was I can't let Cartman die, I don't know why I was determined I just needed to save him. So I quickly came up with a plan.

Is their a kitchen here?

Yes, why?

We should stop by there first we need a better knife to kill Cartman with

You have a point, we do need a new knife

We changed the direction we were originally going and decided to go in a room with a silver door. We entered the room to find a very nice and simple kitchen. There was a fridge,oven and counter that spread throughout the kitchen. On the counter was very moldy fruit and knife holder. We walked over the holder and grabbed the sharpest knife there.

You ready to continue?

Not quite

While I had control of my body, and the spirit was not fully aware, I stabbed myself. I stabbed myself right in the throat . I made sure to make a direct slash onto it. My blood splattered everywhere. I dropped the knife and my body fell to the ground. I was spitting blood uncontrollably and I had now made the floor all red.

You fucking piece of shit, how could you

I'm not letting you kill Cartman...

No you son of a bitch!

I felt another pain as the spirits slowly removed themselves from my body. I could finally see how they looked. They were twins. One girl and one boy. They had white hair and red eyes. The boy looked angry and crazy. The girl looked sad and calm. They both stared at my dying body.

"You pitiful piece of shit,"The boy said "We are going to kill him anyways your sacrifice ment nothing."

"Why did you do that?" The girl said close to tears

I smiled and raised my middle finger towards to boy spirit. I felt the blood coming ever faster out of me.

"At least I won't be responsible for his death," I laughed

The boy spirit left to try find another way to do the deed. The girl spirit only stared at me with utter confusion. I was starting to loose consciousness. I only stared at the girl. The look on her face for some reason made my laugh. I laughed until I started to cry and only stopped crying when I lost consciousness.

You better make it out Cartman... you better or I'll kill you ....