I do not own South Park, in any way, Trey Parker and Matt Stone do.

Hello! This is the first fanfic that I've written in english, I hope you like it, As you can assume, english is not my first language, so, if there's anything wrong with my grammar, just tell me, it really helps. That'd be all. Enjoy!

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You lay down, next to me, your arms wrapped around me, I wish I could feel your body heat, but I can't, everything feels so cold, so, wrong. The view from up here is beautiful, I can see some kingdoms and villages, quiet places, normal places, not knowing what is going on around them. I look at you, your face is buried in my chest, your cries are soft, but reveal the pain that I've made you go through, it breaks my heart seeing you like this, it hurts. Now that your hat is gone, I put my hands in your raven hair, and stroke it gently.

"Tweek, please! stay Tweek! we'll move to another village, another kingdom, I don't care, just, stay with me, Tweek, honey, stay by my side, because without you, I'd be lost, insane, stay, Tweek. Stay." You beg me, still laying by my side in the hill. Your eyes are red from crying, and your body is covered in scars. I want to tell you how much I love you, I want to sleep next to your naked body every night, and be waken up with soft kisses every day, I want to whisper your name at night, and yell it to the world when the sun is at rise, I want to stop your crying, to assure you that I won't go, but I can't, because my mouth is not able to pronounce anything, not anymore.

I look at the view one last time, before closing my eyes. "No! No Tweek! Don't close your eyes! Stay!" I hear you yelling, but I'm too tired, too far to answer. A strong punch wakes me from my last thoughts, I open my eyes, finding yours desperately fixated on mine. At least I got to see those beautiful hazel eyes one last time. You take my face between your bloody hands, pulling me closer to you, you lean on carefully, and kiss my lips weakly, you keep crying, your tears and my blood wet my face, but I don't care, as long as you're by my side.

I look at your eyes, I wish I could tell you that those eyes, are the most amazing I've ever seen, that I don't regret anything that has happened because of you, I'd live it all again if I could, your cries have softened, and everything's getting numb, I can't feel nor hear anymore, I close my eyes.

Finally, I give into that sweet nothingness.

"Craig."

A blinding light makes me open my eyes, I'm somewhere else, and he's not by my side. I get up carefully, as I do, I realize that there's blood coming out from the side of my stomach. Huh, that's weird, last time I checked, blood was suppose to stay inside my body, I guess it has something to do with the arrow going through my abdomen, I touch it gently, not feeling any pain.

"Where am I?" I whisper to myself, looking around. I'm between a cornfield, my blood still dripping to the ground. I see a cabin in the distance, so I start walking towards the small cabin. As I do, I look around, admiring the view, it may not be as beautiful as that last place, but I find this place, relaxing, and big, enourmous, actually, oh god, what if I get lost and a hungry pack of wolves come after me! and I don't have my arrow, nor my bow, I don't want to be eaten, dream or not, it would hurt like hell, and I would wake up screaming, and he'd hate me.

"Oh god, oh jesus!" I start walking faster, hoping that I won't get lost, when, suddenly, my head hits a hard surface, making me fall to the ground.

"Son of a bitch." I mutter as I start rubbing my head, it doesn't hurt though.

I stand, looking around, finding the cabin right in front of me. I knock on the door, hoping that someone lives in the cabin. I almost jump when I hear the door creaking. I enter the cabin, it's bigger on the inside than what it seems on the outside. There's still blood dripping from the wound on my abdomen, but, since this is all a dream, I guess whoever lives in here won't mind.

As I close the door, a man aproaches. He's the most intimidating man that I've ever seen, he wears a black tunic that covers up his entire body, his gloved hand holds a scythe, I can't see his face.

"Tweek" he says, in a deep, dark voice, making me shiver. "I'm glad you're awake."

The dark tone in his voice makes me shudder, as my mouth stays closed.

"Come on Tweek, you have an arrow in your abdomen, not your mouth." He says. Almost instinctively I look down at the arrow, there's still blood on my side.

"How do you know my name? Ngh where am I?" I ask, glaring at him menacingly.

"You do realize that, with that 'ngh' you didn't sound threatening, at all." He says.

How dare he! who does this guy think he is?! Barbarians are the most terrifying and dangerous people in the whole world! This man is starting to anger me, so I groan in response, proving my disagreement.

"I beg to differ." I say calmly.

"Where did you even learn that expresion, barbarian?" He asks, so I do the most mature thing that I can think of, stick out my tongue.

"Who cares? Now, tell me, where am I? Who are you?" I ask, putting mi finger in his chest, or what I assume is his chest, since his whole body is under the tunic.

He laughed, he laughed! His laugh was scary, though, but that didn't changed the fact that I was pissed.

"I've been called so many names, but, to you, Im death." He said, putting his scythe in my chest, imitating the way I did with my finger just moments ago.

I look at him in disbelief, I couldn't be dead, could I? Everything was just a dream, a nightmare actually, but I'm not dead, right? At any moment now I'll wake up with him kissing me, right?

"I'm dead." I whisper, not as a question, but as a statement.

"We'll see about that, barbarian."

I'm dead, I will never see him again, I won't have the chance to tell him how much I love him, I'll never see those amazing eyes ever again. Everything's going fuzzy around me, I don't even realized that I was crying until I touched my face, my legs are failing me, making me fall onto the floor.

"I will never see him again, will I?" I ask while my tears run through my face.

"Now, don't be so hard on yourself Tweek, you haven't exactly died, so stop crying. And even if you were dead, you'd see him again, maybe in another life, another time, another universe, who knows."

"Could you tell him how much I love him?" I ask, wiping my tears, and getting up.

"I can't, I'm not allowed to go there, and even if I was, I can only talk to dead, or dying people." He says.

"Then just take me already, what's taking you so long?"

"Well Tweek, if you had to describe yourself, how would you do it?" He asks.

"Why would anyone, ngh, care?" I respond coldly.

"Just do as I say, Tweek." I sigh and roll my eyes in response, but end up doing it anyway.

I decide that if death's not going to make it easier for me, I'm not going to make it easier for him either.

"Tweek Tweak, prince of barbarians, rebel of heart, warrior since the beginning, whom destiny was written since the day he cried for the first time." I say, melodramatically.

"I guess that thief really got into you."

"Literally." I say with a grin on my face. Death sighs heavily."I'm death, not some sort of secret diary." I look at him confused. "You really are a barbarian." I frown. "Well let's start with the funny part." He says patting my back.

Everything goes numb, again.

"Let us all hear the fascinating story of Tweek Tweak, a barbarian whose destiny was written since the day he first cried, warrior of great strength, rebel of heart."

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Hey! At first I thought of putting the beginning of "the fascinating story of Tweek Tweak" in here, but then I said "nah, I'll start it in the next chapter" I hope you liked it, I worked really hard on this, anyway, that's all for now.

Au revoir!