Christophe's POV:

I was sitting in the main headquarters under the sewers. There were papers scattered all around me as I tried to think of a plan to do. It was hard, everyone was too scared to do anything! Kyle was acting like a stupid beetch, Stan was being admitted into the asylum after carving his arm up with a dull knife, and Butters wasn't being himself neither! Everything was infuriating.

The door behind me clanged shut, signaling someone walked in. "What do you want?" I asked grumpily.

The stupid idiot's laugh sounded behind me. "You're grumpier than usual." Gregory walked over to me and plopped down beside my chair. "So what's up?"

"Trying to think of a plan. But I come up with nozhing!" I slammed my fist down on the table.

Gregory leaned over my shoulder, I felt my cheeks burn. Ugh. Feelings. "Well... what if we tried a peaceful protest..? Ya know, and if the bastard declines us of freedom and equality then we use brute force."

I nodded and hummed in thought. "Hmm... interesting... I like it..." 

we started to get to work on the plans, inviting people that weren't even in part of the Resistance.

*****

There we stood. Greg, Pip, Damien, Kenny, Butters, Clyde, and Craig all stood outside of the office of Cartman. We each held a sign that said some sort of message of equality with clip art of peace signs. Totally not my thing but, eh.

"Lets us free!"

"Treat us fairly!"

"Stop the abuse!"

Cartman's door slammed open and he glared at us. I coukdnt help but smirk. "Well well. We have a party." He looked us all over. "I can't believe after all my kindness you would betray me." He sneered.

"Can't you see that you're being a tyrant?" Pip asked in his soft and gentle voice.

Cart man smirked. "Obviously." He crossed his arms. "Lets have a look. We got British idiot, British faggot, and French Asshole."

I growled. "You have no ri-"

I was cut off by a slap in the face. My eyes widened before I shook in anger. "OI! LISTEN 'ERE YOU FAT BASTARD!" I struggled to get to him but Gregory was pinning my wrists behind my back. "LET ME GO GREGORY!"

Pip looked between Cartman and Christophe. "Mole is obviously French asshole... but who is British moron and faggot...?" He asked warily. He knew how Cartman felt about gays.

He smirked. "I'm not stupid, Phillip."

"It's Pip..."

"Shut up." He cleared his throat. "You're obviously the faggot. Honestly, you need to learn to stop acting like a horny dog in public." He smirked at Pip's shocked and pale face, "Its disgusting."

Pip's shoulders shook as he tried to calm himself but he had another person to worry about. "What did you say about Pip?!" Damien charged forward and that's when Gregory let go of me to stop him, I reluctantly did the same. "Stop! I'll kill the bastard! I'll kill him! Just watch!!! I'll-"

BANG

Time seemed to slow down at the sound of the gunshot. My eyes darted around the faces to see who got hit until my attention was turned to a pained cry.

It was Pip.

Pip was hunched over and started to cough up blood. He tumbled over as blood poured out of him. "P...Pip..." Damien whispered. "NOOO!!!! PIP!!!" He cried. He glared up at Cartman and landed a blow to the fatass's face.

No one was expecting any of this. We didn't think we'd lose a comrade. 

This....

This meant war..