10Alright, final chapter! Just to point out before I begin, just like there are 7 Saw movies, there will be 7 of my stories of this. This is only the first one. And so when I'm done, I won't be starting on the next one right away. First I will be writing a story from another series. And then the second one will be after. Sorry this seemed so short. I was just going by the script. Oh and by the way, there's gonna be a part where I show a bunch of small flash backs one by one. So they are gong to be bold and in italics. Ok, here's chapter 6!
Chapter 6Back at the Cartmans' house, Mrs. Cartman's boy friend, Rick, who was still there with her, put his cell phone back in his pocket.
"I can't believe you would do this to my little boy," she said innocently as the man glanced at her.
"All I want is you."
"But Eric doesn't deserve this. He's only a little boy."
Rick chuckled a bit and stepped closer to the woman, who stood with her arms crossed. "You don't even know your own son. Do you even pay attention to all the terrible things he has done?"
Mrs. Cartman looked down and back up at Rick. "Nobody is perfect, and I know he's not…well…the perfect angel, but…"
"Liane, your son is a brat."
Mrs. Cartman stared at him for a few seconds and shook her head. "Let me see my son."
"It's not time. I already told you. He has to do what he has to do to get out of there."
She was silent for a few seconds, and finally sighed.
As Eric was sitting on the floor against the gate, he felt his own stomach growling, and growled. "I'm so hungry!"
"Me, too, Eric," Butters said calmly as he was sitting against the wall sadly.
"I need to get out of here!" the boy jumped up and started to shake the gate and shouted. "Get me out of here!" Before Eric could go any further with his tantrum, he heard the ringing of phone again, and quickly jumped down for the cell that was on the floor. As he picked it up, Butters had full attention on him now, and listened carefully as Eric answered it.
"Hello!"
"Eric?"
"Mom? Mom, why are you calling! You need to come get me!"
"Eric honey, are you ok?"
"No, I'm not ok! I'm starving, bored, scared, and I wanna come home!"
"I know honey, I know."
"Then come get me! I'm your son!"
"I know sweetie."
"Then…come get me. I thought you loved me."
When Mrs. Cartman heard those soft innocent words, she couldn't turn a thing he said down, just as always. "Don't worry, Eric. I'm coming."
"No you're not."
Mrs. Cartman turned with her phone on her ear to see Rick standing with a glare on his face.
"Give me the phone!" He was already after the woman, who ran as fast as she could.
Eric was so confused and worried at once as he listened on the phone. "Mom? Who is this? Mom!"
Mrs. Cartman ran up the stairs of her house as Rick followed, cursing at her, and demanding she would give the phone back.
All Eric could hear was commotion. No communication, no words, just chaos. "Mom?"
Butters was already on his feet, just as curious as his friend was, and was dying to know what was happening.
Mrs. Cartman ran as fast as she could down the hall and into the bathroom without Rick seeing her. She quickly stepped inside the bathroom closet and closed her door behind her, not caring how dark it was. It was quiet now, and she was able to speak again. "Eric, Poopsie?
"Mom? Mom, what's going?"
"Eric, you're going to be ok. You just have to listen."
"Liane, come out, now!" Rick called from out in the hallway.
"Mom, there's no way out!" Eric cried on the phone as Butters stood behind him rubbing his knuckles together.
"Yes there is, sweetie. You just have to listen."
"Why can't you come and get me? Help me!"
"I'm trying, Eric." Mrs. Cartman gasped when the closet door opened and Rick was standing there, already reaching his arms down to grab a hold of the woman, who fought her way out of the closet.
Again, all Eric could hear was commotion, and he grew confused again. "Mom? Mom!"
Rick got a hold of Mrs. Cartman's arm, and held as tight as he could, as the woman still had the phone in her hand and tried to pull away. "Give me the phone!"
"Mom, what's happening!"
Mrs. Cartman was finally able to pull away and ran out of the bathroom as Rick followed behind angrily. As she ran down the hall and glanced down the stairs, Rick finally got a hold of the cell phone and quickly hung up.
After that, Mrs. Cartman tried to fight for the phone again, but Rick was too strong for her and took a hold of her arms, so she wouldn't do any harm. But the woman, with all her might, pushed her and him to the edge of the stairs, and was able to get the man falling down, right after he pushed her against the wall, hitting her head.
"Mom! Mom, are you there? Mom!"
"Oh geez," Butters said disappointedly.
Rick was able to pull himself on his feet and looked at the door. "I'm gonna go check on the brat, Liane! And if he isn't out by the time I get there, you will only be away from him even longer!"
Mrs. Cartman sat against the wall, trying to catch her breath, but was too weak to try a thing, and only hoped that the man wouldn't harm her son. So she sat there, letting the man leave her house.
"Something's going on!" Eric cried. "My mom's with somebody else, and they hung up on me!"
Rick was already in his car and driving down the road as far as it took to get to the building.
"Is your mom ok?" Butters asked.
"I don't know! I hate this! I wanna get out of here! Get us out of here!"
"Eric, calm down!"
"I can't calm down, Butters! We're gonna frickin die!"
"N..No Eric! We will think of something!"
Rick still drove, keeping his eye on the road.
"I gotta get out of here!" Eric threw himself on the gate once more, and held on so tight his knuckles were turning white. That's when he saw the box again. The box that he and Butters had found a little while ago. "You just have to listen," Eric remembered those words his mother had said to him a few minuets ago.
"Eric, are..are you ok?"
When Rick got to the building, he slowly parked, and stepped out of his car.
Eric slowly stepped away from the gate and headed for the small box.
Butters started to get a little nervous and grew concerned and confused. "Eric?"
The obese child grabbed the pepper spray bottle and read the note again: 'Sometimes it's the only solution to escape the enemy. It won't killyou. It will only hurt your eyes until you can see nothing but your freedom.'
Rick was already inside the building and he walked slowly down the hall.
"Eric, what…what are you doing?" Butters asked as he stepped forward.
"Stay back, Butters!" Eric yelled as he turned to the boy with his hand up.
"What….no, Eric!"
The building was huge, and Rick was only half way to the huge bathroom the boys were trapped in.
Eric slowly put the bottle up to his face, hesitating a bit as he gasped continuously.
"Eric, stop! Please don't! We can find away out! It's ok!"
But the boy didn't listen, as he kept the bottle in front of his face, and finally pressed the button. He started to scream loudly as the stinging mist went through eyes.
Butters was terrified, and wanted so badly to stop his friend, but feared if he would, things would get worst.
Rick knew he was getting closer, and didn't stop for anything. Although, he did walk slowly, just to give the children some time.
Eric still let the pepper spray, and continued to scream as Butters fearfully put his hands over his eyes, and started to scream as well.
Rick passed many rooms, including a big steam room, and continued to walk as he turned around the corner.
After two whole minutes, Eric couldn't take it anymore, and dropped the bottle the ground. Once he did, he fell forward when the gate mysteriously opened. The boy fell through, right out of the room, and once he did, the gate mysteriously closed again, still leaving Butters in the room.
Eric's red eyes were still burning, and everything in front of him was blurry. That's when he heard footsteps behind him, and saw a figure walking toward him.
Rick was shocked, but impressed and smirked. "Good job, Eric."
The boy recognized that voice and grew confused and angry. "Rick?"
The man turned to the room and looked at Butters. "You failed little boy. You should be punished."
"What…" Butters was scared, and pictured the man pulling out a gun and shooting him. He was so scared, and his only reaction was to grab a six-inch nail he just noticed, and through it in front of him.
Rick went wide-eyed when he saw the object coming toward him. And after he went through the gate and came to his face, he couldn't see, feel, or hear anything, but death.
Butters was shocked. He hadn't really planned on aiming that well. He didn't even plan on killing the man. He just wanted to defend himself, and that's all he could do. The boy suddenly fell to his knees and began to sob.
When Mrs. Cartman had finally got her strength back, she headed for the phone, and immediately called 911. She had no idea where Eric and Butters was, and she needed all the help she could get. After she told the whole story to the woman on the other end, she was told to calm down and that things would be taken care of as soon as they could.
But Mrs. Cartman worried. She worried what Rick could have done to her son. She had no idea how far the man would go, but considering that he was up to no good, she had to think of every possible thing he could do.
Even though Eric couldn't see very well, he knew that Rick was gone when he didn't hear any more chaos, and only the cries of Butters. The over-weight child put his hands in front of him and tried to guide himself to the blurry gate. Once he finally put his hands on it, he called Butters' name softly.
Butters stopped crying and looked up in front of him to see Eric. Forgetting that he had done a horrible thing killing a human being, the child ran up to the gate and looked at his friend seriously. "Eric, are you ok?"
"I'm fine," he said with his weak voice, still feeling the pain in his eyes, "I gotta go."
"Eric no, I can't stay here by myself. I need you."
"Don't worry. I'm gonna get some help. So you can get out of there." Eric wasn't usually this sensitive toward others, but after going through all of this, he didn't know what to think anymore.
"You are?"
"Yes. Now I gotta go." The boy leaned against the wall, and started to slowly move down the hall.
"Eric!"
Eric stopped and turned back around to the worried Butters.
"Y…you promise?"
He didn't hesitate to answer. "Yes Butters. It will be ok." Eric's vision was still blurry, but the pain in his eyes was starting to disappear, and he continued to guide his way down the hall, and hopefully finding his way out of the building.
Once Eric was out of Butters' sight, the boy looked down to see the dead Rick on the floor, but what surprised him, was that there was small tape player laying there was well. The child put his arm through the bars, and tried to reach for it. He grunted as he stretched his arm even further, and finally touched the object.
Butters tape-player toward him, and grabbed a hold of it before pressing the play button
"Hello Rick, or as your friends like to call you…Mr. Lady's Man. I have an opportunity for you. I know your love for woman, and I can find you the best kinds. Will you hold an eight year old's mother hostage to get what you want?
"Don't worry, Eric, I'm coming to get you," says Mrs. Cartman.
"No, you're not," says Rick.
"If you fail, you won't get what you want."
"You failed little boy," says Rick, "you should be punished."
Butters went wide-eyed and carelessly dropped the tape player when it was finished. Then he ran over and took a hold of the pepper spray bottle. But it was empty.
"I don't really like this Mystery guy," says Stan.
"But what if this keeps on happening?" says Kyle.
"Mystery doesn't just kidnap children for fun," says Kyle, "he does it to see if they are worthy to be a good child or not."
"I will tell you that you are in here for a purpose."
"All I can say, is that any child could be next," the 6th grader says, "I would watch your back."
"Run away!" says the five-year old.
"Eric Cartman, you have treated them back like dirt."
"How much will you listen?"
"Some people are too selfish to give others a chance. But not you. Not anymore."
Butters was starting to get the idea why only Eric was free, and he wasn't. But that didn't help. It actually made things worst. The child didn't even know if he could get anymore scared. But he did find out once the lights of the bathroom mysteriously turned off. Now he was terrified, and felt he was going to die.
"No!" he cried. "Help! MOOOOOOM! DAAAAAAD!"
THE END
