Chapter 1:
Tweek Tweak
He was scared. So scared as he stared down the cold barrel of a gun. He was shaking, more than his usual twitching. His thermos was on the ground, opened with hot coffee sloshing out of it as h rolled away. Tears welled up in forest green eyes as the mugger pushed the gun against his head.
"Cough it up, all the money and valuables on you." He was still shaking as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, all he had was ten dollars that he handed over without a word. "Is this all?!" He cocks the gun and Tweek lets out a small shriek.
"Y-Y-Y-Y-Yes! I-I-I-I s-s-s-s-s-sw-ACK!ear!" Tweek trembled more as fresh tears cascaded down his pale cheeks. He held his hands up and dropped his wallet as he had done with his thermos. "Th-Th-That's all I-I-AGH!-I h-have!" The mugger pushed his gun harder against Tweek's head and the terrified teen gave a quiet whimper as sweat trickled down his forehead to mix with his tears.
"Are you lying to me?!"
"ACK! NO! I-I-I would n-ne-URK!-ver!" Tweek gave the mugger a pleading look but he just glared.
"Turn around and get on your knees with you hands on your head." The mugger was calm as he spoke with an underlying warning in his tone. Tweek was openly sobbing now as he turned around and knelt down on his knees as quickly as his shaking and twitching body could. He placed his hands atop his messy, all over the place blonde hair. Oh God! He was going to die! What would happen to all the people he cared about! His parents, his friends. Craig and their little Stripe... More tears fell as he realized he would never get to see them again. The gun cocked again and Tweek waited for his execution.
Only...It never came. There was no sound behind him at all. Not even the heavy breathing of his kidnapper. Hesitantly, and still shaking, Tweek glanced over his shoulder. He breathed a sob of relief when he saw his mugger unconscious and on the ground. His head was bleeding and his gun had skittered over towards the wall of the alley. A masked man was in the process of tying him up. Tweek would recognize the M on top of that dark hood anywhere. He remembered it vividly from their childhood.
"Ke-" He stopped himself. Wasn't that the number one rule of superheroes? Don't reveal their secret identity? Tweek swallowed and stood on trembling legs as tears continued to leave trail marks down his cheeks. "I-I-UGH! m-m-mean Mys-Mysterion?" Said caped crusader looked over at the shaking boy with a small smile.
"Let's get you home Tweekers." He picked up the long forgotten fallen thermos and handed it to the twitching boy. Mysterion wrapped an arm around Tweek's shaking shoulders and steered him out of the alley and down the street as sirens began blaring behind them. Neither looked back.