Cartman walked behind Stan's house where no one can see him. Behind the bushes, he took one final look at the ring in his hand and closed his eyes. Only the soft rustle of the leaves and the whispering wind are within him. He focused like he never did before. He focuses much more than when he is picking food from the menu.
Cartman suddenly felt lighter. His weight was gone, replaced with the flying feeling of freedom. He could feel his sense of touch recede. He felt neither cold nor warm, nor does he feel the wind pass right through him. He opened his eyes and saw the world around become black and white. Mist, which he assumes as a part of him, pass through his eyes every now and then.
Cartman found the ability that he could fly now. He glided upwards and rises higher than Stan's house. He was rising beyond the chimneys and beyond the highest towers of the town. If he were solid, the gnashing winds up here might have blown him away despite his weight. Below him, the town in its small splendor is in his mercy. If whatever that pedophile said is to believed, everyone's body is for Cartman's choosing. Especially his friends. Oh how they teased for being fat. He knows they are right but accepting that truth is worse than constantly telling them he's big boned. He could have his revenge right now, but where to start?
Down below, Stan, Kyle and Kenny is playing guitar hero. The three of them having fun without him. Out of his friends, they teased him the most. Beyond that, his other friends are in their respective houses. Although, from this height, he could see Craig and his gang playing on the park.
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