"A boy brushed in red, living in black and white."

Warning: The following story contains graphic violence, Insanity, Smut, aghast, and multiple pairings.

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"Can you feel your heartbeat racing?
Can you taste the fear in her sweat?
You've done this wrong
It's too far gone
these sheets tell of regret
I admit that I'm just a fool for you
I am just a fool for you."
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So Terrifying.

So Beautiful.

So Devastating, that, the boy could not be mine, it was almost tragic.

His creamy blonde hair was spiked and messy, his large chocolate colored eyes were usually alive with fear, and a strange overactive amount of paranoia, and he had pale snow-white skin. He was truly beautiful, I wanted him, and I was ashamed of what I had done to him. I, Craig tucker, had no idea how to express my own emotions. That is why i always hide behind my infamous stoic face and monotone. In addition, I was currently in a relationship, with Thomas.

The one with Tourette's syndrome, As attractive as someone shrieking, "bitch!", "shit!", or "cocksucker!" is...Tweek's twitches were, completely adorable. I am sick, i know. Tormenting someone 'cause I was afraid to show my emotions, and unable to show them. "Craig? Are you -shit!-okay, baby? "A voice asked softly, I looked up to see my dirty blonde lover, Thomas. I looked up at him with a blank stare. "I'm fine. Don't worry, Thomas..." I muttered barely, trying to hide my anger, from the dirty blonde teenager interrupting my thoughts.

Thomas arched an eyebrow, questioningly. I sat down on the couch next to him, and he crawled onto my lap, and pressed his forehead against mine, his dark eyes looking directly into mine. "Do you...want me to-Fuck! - make you feel all better, Craig? "He said softly, his hand sliding down to my thigh, then he began gently rubbing it, I bit my lip and shuddered." T -Thomas...s-stop...it, I d-do not want t-to do that right now..."I hissed, my hand gripping the couch, and did my best to keep from bucking upward. "Are you sure, baby? I just want you-SHIT! - To feel better..."Thomas said softly and pulled his hand away, his head tilted in confusion. The one thing I loved about Thomas, (not that he irritated me... I was just fond of the particular trait of his.) He always knew what the right moment to do that was.

"I'm just sick of hurting the people, I care about...,"I muttered softly, he wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his face in my neck, sighing softly. "Craig...You should forget about him. After all, you have me..."Thomas said, softly, pressing his forehead against mine. My guilt was appearing again...how could I just forget someone, whose life i fucked up so badly? Instantly tweek's face appeared in my mind; His coffee colored orbs had grown large and were stricken, as human being struck with a bullet, with fear, which were not his normal every day fears. Blood began trickling down the corner of his mouth, and out of his nose. "W-Why...? D-do you ngh h-hurt m-me, so much... w-what d-did I ever -GAH! - d-do t-to you?" Tweek gasped, his eyes widening in fear, and coughed up a puddle of blood. "T-Tweek! I-I..."I gasped, completely caught off guard and tears beginning to stream down my cheeks.

"Cr-Craig, what's -SHITBALLS! - w-wrong...?" Thomas yelped, snapping me back to reality.

I kept on thinking about tweek...the freaking spazmoid...Thomas knew about my crush on Tweek, and he didn't exactly love the idea of me being in love with someone else...I was sick, or at least many told me so...not that they knew. They just thought it was vile, sick, and disgusting, that I victimize Tweek every day, they said it was stupid, but what did they know? Plenty of people made fun of him. Like Eric cartman, that fatass was still the same racist, Nazi bastard he has always been.

Yet, No one ever told him off.

No only, me, Craig Tucker, the kid with the supposed anger issues, who gets into fights every other day and practically lived in detention and the counselor's office.

At least I have not made someone into chili, and forced their child to eat it, because I hate them deeply.

If I had…..Most of the town would be filled with "cannibals" and the" unfortunate souls" who would, and had been eaten, how hilarious would that be?

Damn, I'm exhausted, and Thomas is being so damn clingy. I hate people who are so needy and clingy….Especially if they do it on purpose. I glared at Thomas before, shoving him off me, and standing up, "Hey? What was that for?" he cried in surprise and anger. "For being so damn clingy; you know I hate that shit." I replied monotonously, before flipping him the bird. "Asshole." The simple response came, in a hushed, yet harsh, whisper. I turned around, my breathing becoming increasingly labored with rage. All my love for the dirty blonde haired boy turned to utter disgust, and I felt the rage seethe at my soul, threating to burn it into a crisp.

"I'm so sorry!" However, I did not care about the damn little bitch right now. I pulled out my phone before quickly calling the number of the person who brightened up my day, when he was not ranting about tacos of course.

"Hello?"

"Hey Clyde, its Craig." I responded, smiling widely, as I flipped off the phone. "Oh my god, Craig? Guess what, there was new taco at taco bell and then-"Clyde's response came, rolling my eyes as the brunette ranted about tacos, crunch wraps, and burritos. "Clyde? Listen, I was wondering if I could crash at your place, tonight." I said, interrupting Clyde's longwinded rant, he was quiet for a few moments, before responding with a simple "Hell yeah!" rolling my eyes I walked down the sidewalk, suddenly feeling as if I wasn't alone.

Tweek's P.O.V.

Craig Tucker frowned, before turning around, his steel gray eyes searching around the seemingly desolate road. I ducked into the bushes before he could see me, I did not feel pressured as I usually did.

In fact, I felt completely calm.

Coffee did not even come close to the way giving me that feeling, which watching and following Craig tucker did, a smile graced my lips, how could someone who usually seemed; so boring and normal…. Be so, exciting to watch. I loved the way his normally stoic face became alive with fear. I could imagine watching his face contort with fear and pain, his loud shrieks of pain, as my knife plunged deep within him.

I could imagine how beautiful his heart would look like.

I could imagine pulling the organ out, his eyes glazing over as he slowly died, the organ still beating against my slender, rather feminine fingers. Then I would lovingly stroke it with my free hand, and then I would begin cooing softly at the organ. His body would cool, while the remainder of his blood spilled out, His skin would harden and he would become perfectly hard and cold.

Like a marble statue.

Only he would be much more beautiful, than those of the pathetic Romans and Greeks had- no then god could ever design.

My body began trembling with anticipation; I wanted all of that and more.

I wanted him to ravage my pathetic body, with that godly one, that possessed. In the locker room, I watched him dress and undress. I memorized every single dip, and curve of his body. Just thinking about him, made me begin to grow hard. I wanted him, desperately. I swear to maim, and kill anyone who stands in my way.

I quickly slid out of the bushes to pursue my prey.

Watch out Craig tucker.

I'm coming to get you.

Craig's P.O.V.

"Do you want a taco, Craigy? "Clyde's soft, girlish voice asked from across the kitchen, as he was bent over, looking through the fridge. "Don't call me that, and no." I said monotonously, staring at the window, it had begun to rain, outside. I sighed contently; the rain always soothed me, no matter what mood I was in or whatever had happened. "Well…Then what do you want? We don't have a lot of stuff, besides taco- OH MY GOD! KYLIE'S CALLING ME!" Clyde shrieked, jumping up and grabbing his phone from the counter, Clyde always had the strange habit of being a bit overexcited…at anything. However, he usually had a lot of sugar when that happened.

On the other hand, he might be high as hell.

"So, Kylie- oh I can't call you that…or you'll rip my only ball off. But I don't have one ball!" Clyde exclaimed, tears already rolling down his cheeks, Clyde cries so easily…it is almost- no is ridiculous. "I-I'm sorry Kyle! I will not ever call you that, again! Huh? Oh I'm fine, Craig came over and we're going to have a sleep over!" Clyde said excitedly, he was silent as he listened to Kyle's response, immediately the brunette's cheeks flared up."Shu-shut up! Your one to talk, I am positive, that you and Stanny have a lot of 'fun' together!" Clyde said, before wincing as the redhead was scolding at him, even I could hear Kyle. Clyde turned to face me and made a series of gagging and all sorts of sarcastic motions. I flipped him the bird and smirked; he made a small whimpering sound and wiped a few stray tears out of his eyes.

I turned my gaze back to the window, suddenly I saw a figure running away and I noticed something written on the window.

Written in…

Blood.

Spelled out upon the window, were the words...

"I want you.

Be prepared to die, Craig Tucker."

The words began to slowly drizzle away, as rain was a pure holy water, washing away the sins of the world. I then heard Clyde come up behind me.

I heard his scream, and I slowly fell to the floor, my world becoming empty and black.

Phew. That was a lot to write…in a few days.

I've been wanting to write this for a while, now.

Future chapters will be longer.

I swear.

Sorry if anything seems rushed.

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