"There's really nothing you can say to make me not want to do this." Mike Makowski: hair pulled back into a high band and a medical mask effectively covering the lower half of his face.

"What do you want from us?" the South Park Goths. Tall, speckled, fat and tiny.

The tallest continues, "We've already apologized, you crazy fuck! Release him!"

The video transmission is getting clearer and I can actually hear Stan's muffled screams. I'm getting closer, but I may be too late to help him.

"Sorry! Fuck you!" Mike picks a knife from a rusted old table and kneels next to Stan.

Judging by the cement floor, little lighting and lack of anything but two tables in that large area, they're in the old loading docks. I start my truck and head as fast as legally possible over to my best guess on their location.

The Coon to the rescue.

"He has nothing to do with us! He's a jock!"

Stan whimpers and I get a better look at him. He's tied back in a straight jacket and chained to the wall, mostly silenced by the plentiful amount of duct tape around his mouth. His hair is matted to his face with sweat and I can tell he scared.

"You're insane!"

Mike chuckles at this and it sends shivers down my spine. "If I am, then it's your fault."

I'm almost there when he starts to trace circles around Stan's Adams apple with the knife. "Where to start, where to start..."

"You fucker!" The tallest Goth speaks up again and I now see that they're stuck at the school. Just not smart enough to track him down, like me. "He doesn't deserve this, let him go!"

Mike glares straight into the camera, but that soon turns to a delicate smile, "No." He turns back to Stan, putting their foreheads together, "What to do..."

I finally arrive at the docks and nearly drive into the holding building.

"Ooohhh ho ho! I know what to do!"

I rush the fuck out of my car and head up to the first door... And it was locked. Kicking it didn't work, so I head to another wall. The door there opens easily and quietly.

I can't hear the Goth kids anymore, but Stan's muffled screams almost don't seem muffled any more.

"Hold still or I'll just jab the whole thing into your brain!" I can see them now; Mike looks up at me as I run toward them. Growling, he quickly stands up and grabs a laptop, sticking it into a bag. "Of all the idiots to have found me…" He runs out quickly, knife still in hand, through a door that I hadn't noticed.

I know that I can't catch him now, but I make an honest attempt to do so...

Until I hear Stan's cries.

I stop chasing the freak, like the badass I am, and run back to Stan.

"Holy shit, dude." Ok, that may not have sounded badass, but it slipped out.

Stan's eyes are shut tightly and he's rocking back and forth quickly... Well... I can only really see one of his eyes, as the other is bleeding freely down his face.

"Did he take out your eye?"