By the time Craig and Tweek had made it to some small town quite a ways from their own, it was night. Surprisingly, Tweek had actually fallen asleep in the backseat of the car. Though Craig had never even thought such a thing as Tweek actually sleeping to be possible, he guessed it was probably from the lack of caffeine. Throughout the whole road trip, they hadn't stopped once. It was nearly one in the morning by now...

"Hey. Tweek." Craig whispered shortly after parking the car in the parking lot of a small motel. He reached out and gently shook the blonde. As if he hadn't been sleeping at all, Tweek was suddenly wide awake. Blinking a few times, he sat up, staring at Craig with those wide, wide eyes of his.

"We're staying here for the night. Come on."

Tweek only nodded and followed Craig out of the car. The two walked into the building together, Tweek simply standing back awkwardly while Craig got a cheap room for the two of them. They walked down the hallway in silence, and it was just as silent when they entered the small, dark room that smelled faintly of cigarettes.

"... Craig?"

The raven-haired boy merely grunted in response from the bed he had stretched himself across.

"What... why are we all the way out here?"

Craig paused for a moment. This would require a very careful explanation - especially considering he was speaking to Tweek Tweak. Sighing inwardly, Craig wished he had just stayed in bed today. Then everything may have just stayed nice and boring for him.

"Well... Okay. Remember the murders today? In school?" Tweek nodded, cringing at the mentioning of what had happened. "Believe it or not, I knew something like this would fucking happen. I just... didn't think it'd be like that."

"W-what? How... huh?!"

"I know, I know... I honestly can't explain much right now. But tomorrow, we're going to go see someone who can fill you in." The raven-haired teen sighed, turning over onto his side to face the wall, which appeared to be stained with wine in that particular spot.

Please... Whatever happens, I just want everything to go back to normal soon... Craig thought, before falling into an unrestful slumber.

* * * * *

Groaning, Kenny McCormick sat up slowly, rubbing at his head. The feeling in his body was still only returning - though his head was throbbing painfully. That's weird... the orange-clad teen thought, frowning and clutching at his head. Usually, I don't get out of Hell that quickly... it's only been, what, two or three days?

Taking a look at his surroundings, Kenny saw that he was behind the school, by the dumpsters. Figures he'd reappear where he had died. Out of curiousity, the blonde looked around, wondering if the syringe was still here. Maybe he could get a quick fix before he went home...

Instead, he found something... rather unpleasant. The boy could see a pale, limp hand hanging out from inside the dumpster. To be specific, a hand that was missing its thumb and fingers. Staring for a moment, the baby blue eyes of the boy grew wider than usual as he tightened the strings of his parka hood.

Slowly, very slowly, he reached out and lifted the lid of the dumpster, as cautious as if he were afraid something may jump out at him. Almost immediately, he pulled his hand back, stumbling backwards as a muffled gasp escaped him. Landing flat on his ass in the snow, Kenny tugged on the strings of his parka until only his widened eyes could be seen.

He had caught a glimpse of the mutilated, blood-splattered body of Bebe.

Now, the poor, death-prone boy was quite sure he may have known what was going on.

* * * * *

"You sure your mom's not gonna freak out about this?" Stan glanced to Kyle, who kept his eyes on the road. Kyle laughed a short, bitter laugh. "You kidding, dude? She'd kill me if she knew I was out driving while there's a murderer on the loose." The reply was sarcastic, though Kyle was really restraining himself from panicking completely.

Two people had been killed in his school, one right before his very eyes. The murderer - someone he knew - was still on the loose. Most of all, Kyle had a feeling that this was only the beginning of something absolutely terrible. Usually, that seemed to be how these things happened...

"Kyle! Pull over!" Stan suddenly grabbed the redhead's shoulder, shaking him a bit. Startled, Kyle slammed down on the brakes - nearly running over Kenny. The two boys let out sighs of relief after they noticed Kenny was fine. Or at least, he wasn't hurt. However, the tightly-drawn strings on his parka showed he was terrified.

"Kenny? Dude, what's wrong?" Stan asked immediately as Kenny quickly scrambled into the back seat. Kyle mumbled a much more polite, "Welcome back, Kenny...", but neither the raven-haired boy or the blonde seemed to have heard him.

Loosening his hood a bit, Kenny manged to shriek, "GO! Step on it, Kyle! We have to go NOW!"

"Okay, okay, jeeze!" Kyle's feeling of panic only increased at his friend's apparent fear. This could be worse than he thought. Much worse... That was, of course, how things usually seemed to go in South Park.

"There's someone we have to go see." Kenny panted, holding his hand over head in frustration. He dug in his pocket for a few seconds, then held out a tiny, worn scrap of paper with some address written in messy handwriting.

"Tophe?"

"Don't ask. Just drive. There's just two people we're gonna need for a full explanation, okay?"

Kyle sighed heavily, but nodded once. He didn't like how this situation was turning out at all...

But, as usual, none of the boys had a choice at all.

* * * * *

"Tweek, gimmie your phone." Craig held out one hand expectantly, not even looking at the boy sitting across from him. Though he didn't want to, Craig had taken Tweek to a coffee shop next to the motel they had stayed at. Though he had wanted to hurry things up, the blonde had begged and pleaded with him, stating he absolutely needed coffee. So here they were.

Too busy drinking coffee - he had bought at least a dozen cups of black coffee, and was currently on his ninth already - Tweek simply handed his friend a cell phone he had quickly fished out of his pocket.

Dialing quickly, Craig mumbled as he stood up out of his chair. "I'll be right back."

Stepping out and holding the phone to his ear, Craig waited. Ringing, ringing... Finally, an answer.

"Craig? I'm kinda busy right now, you know, and I--" Kyle's voice sounded frustrated and panicked.

"Lemme talk to Kenny." Craig said quickly, standing just outside the coffee shop. There was a slight rumbling noise, the raven-haired boy assumed that Kyle was handing his phone over to Kenny.

"Craig?" The muffled reply told Craig he was talking to just the boy he had asked for.

"Kenny. You know what happened?" Craig sucked in his breath quickly, anticipating the answer. There was a long pause, Craig was almost expecting that the parka-wearing teen had died yet again. He let out his breath slowly as he heard Kenny's muffled voice again.

"Yeah. Where the hell are you? Kyle's driving me to Tophe's, Stan's here too."

"Some coffee shop in his town. Tweek's here... But I really don't think it's a good idea to bring anyone else along. You know damn well we could all be killed."

"Yeah, yeah, Craig. But since when do we not all get involved in crazy shit like this?" Kenny replied sarcastically,

He had quite a point, Craig had to admit.

"Whatever, just get here as fast as you can. Motel. Room 13."

Not even waiting for a reply, Craig hung up, walking back into the coffee shop. He noticed that Tweek had, apparently, finished his coffee already... All twelve cups. Craig wasn't surprised, actually. He and Tweek had become friends over the years, and Craig knew that, if anything, twelve cups within two hours was perhaps a bit less than normal for Tweek.

"C'mon, Twitchy. We're going back to the motel for a bit, alright? We're gonna meet up with someone else, then... Then that's when the real shit's gonna start."

... e3e; This took forever. Sorry. South Park and all characters still do not belong to me. Sorry if anyone seems out of character, I fail at life.