My name is Craig Tucker.

And although this is a generic beginning to probably another gay love story….I couldn't help but feel compelled to tell it. No one asked for my side of the story anyways.

It started off as any day in South Park. Birds passing on by, Mr. Garrison trying to shove something up Mr. Slaves ass. Everything was as normal it could be is the right way to rephrase that.

I was treading home from school, kicking some poor unsuspecting rock across the concrete pavement. No one knew this fact. No one probably even cared. But after sometime in 9th grade….my mother and little sister moved to the other side of the train tracks. Money was hard to come buy ever since dad left.

The other side of the train tracks weren't as bad as people claimed. Unless of course….you were Kenny. It was just for people not as well off as the rest of the people in South Park.

But it was the hot spot for crime.

Sighing, I pull on the flaps of my hat as I cross the tracks. I've only ever been jumped once but today I felt a wave of nausea come over me. This feeling of just knowing something was about to go wrong ebbed away at me.

I look down as I walk down the street, jumping over road kill every once and awhile.

People needed to learn how to fucking drive.

I was so caught up in lala land that I didn't even notice a tall, brooding male hovering over me as I bump into him. I lightly push on his chest and mutter an apology, trying to walk around him. Only to have my wrist grabbed.

"What the fuck." I say. Finally looking up at the male. Its then, in shock that I recognize him. His red, thinning hair and beer belly. I try to pull my arm back.

His grip on me only tightens.

"Dad" I start. Looking him in his angry blue eyes.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

He grins down at me and I can just feel the madness coming off of him. I raise my middle finger up at him with my free hand, only to have him slap it away. We just stand there, no passer by or anything. I let out a frustrated sigh and look back down.

"I'm taking whats rightfully mine." He says so blandly that I almost thought he was kidding. Thought maybe this was some twisted joke and that he'd go away and everything would be fine.

But when he takes out a butcher knife, bloody and glistening. I knew this was no joke.

I struggle and yank and try to pull away. But to no avail. Finally, he begins to speak again as I feel myself beginning to quiver in fear.

"What did you do!" I shout, referring to the bloodied knife. He drops it to the ground and it makes a clanking noise. My dad takes his other hand a grabs my chin, making me look him dead in the eyes.

"Nothing I'll do to you." His face begins to inch closer to mine and I can't believe this is happening.

"S-stop." I weakly say. He only shakes his head.

Inches apart is when this story really takes a turn. When things really become messed up. I gasp as I see that my father is crumpled down on the ground in pain. Even more shocked when I feel myself get picked up in bridal style in the direction of the Mccormick residence.

"What—what the fuck!" I shout as I look up into the face of a masked figure. He does not look down at me or take in any recognization that I said anything. Just continues running.

This is the day Mysterion saved my life.

and my virginity.

But at the time, I wasn't aware that he failed to save one other thing.

My family.

A/N

Well you guys, I haven't posted anything up on this account in awhile and my pairing taste changed a lot since awhile ago. I don't even like creek anymore to be honest and I adore Crenny….

This chapter fails and makes my old writing style look like gold.

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