Hi everyone! This is chapter 3 of this Fanfic so far, and where I last left off, Tweek had appeared at school and met with Craig and Kenny behind the wall of the school. Tweek had fainted and Kenny didn't do anything to help him, then Craig got mad and ran away with Tweek in his arms.

I used a lot of commas in this fanfic O_O Punctuation is important, don't ya know! 3

Anyways, I hope you like this. Sorry it took so long to update!

Oh, and this chapter might seem a LITTLE disturbing to those people who don't like yaoi, or boyxboy. Please note that!

KENNY'S POV

"Hey, wait! Craig!" I called out after Craig. His blue hat was flailing in the wind, and I could see Tweek's hair glistening with sharp metallic pins and shards of glass, sticking out in numerous directions from his messy blonde hair. Craig had ran away from me with Tweek in his arms, and was heading towards the school playground gate. Maybe he wanted to run off outside the school's premises and go home. Home, so that he could just forget school. Forget me.

Naw, he wouldn't do that. He was going the wrong way, after all. The road to his neighborhood was in the opposite direction from where he was headed. Overhead, I was that the sky was turning a dark shade of gray, and the wind was picking up. Leaves surrounded the place flew around and scattered the ground. Cloudy and dark, it was also freezing cold out here. We live in South Park, Colorado -not down in the warm city of Mexico City.

I called out to Craig again, hoping that he would hear me. "Craig! Dude, can you hear me?" I cupped my gloved hands around my mouth and shouted again, only louder. "Craig!"

I sighed. It was no use. He wasn't going to come back, let alone listen to me. I guess he was mad at me or something. Did you see what he did to me a minute ago? First he shoved me into the brick wall, then pushed me down onto the cold and dirty ground, hurt. What the hell was his problem anyways? I didn't do anything wrong.

At least, I don't think I did.

Well, now I knew for a fact that Craig was ignoring me. Oh, boo hoo. He's too upset about Tweek to care about me. Could he at least ask if I was okay before he ran off with Tweek to God knows where? Maybe he could have helped me up. That would be the least he could do. I would stand up myself, but I can't get up, because um...

I sat up, and then stood upright on my feet.

Oh yeah. I can stand now. Hallelujah. Never mind what I said before, then.

I dusted the dirt from my jeans and took a deep breath. Either I could just forget all of t his and return back to class, and have a normal school day (which is almost NEVER normal, since some real strange shit happens almost everyday), or I can run and chase Craig, and follow him. Hm... What should I do?

No, durr. I'm going to go follow Craig, and see what the hell is wrong with him. I know he's just upset, but damn. He's carrying Tweek like a wedding bride, and he's been running for a while now. If I could, I would pull out my phone and take a video of him running away with Tweek in his arms. Then I would show it to everyone in the world. Ha. That would be the funny.

I looked up at the hill that I last saw Craig at, and noticed he was gone.

Wait a minute. Where the hell was Craig and Tweek anyways, and where was he planning to go? Probably somewhere that I wouldn't be able to find him. I'm guessing that he'd go and hide somewhere that I would never dare to look. He's a good player at hide-and-seek... I would never be able to find him hiding in the middle of nowhere for a million years. It'd take me forever before I'd find him. Even if he was just standing there right in front of me, I'd walk by him without knowing.

The smartest thing to do was to run to that hill right NOW and follow him right NOW, so I wouldn't lose him and then get myself lost. I get lost really easily, and I almost never seem to find my way back without someone helping me. Surely with me dying and walking down the same path back home for a million times already, you'd think I'd remember where to go. But no, I still forget every time and I get lost.

Everyone gets lost sometime. Admit it, you get lost sometimes too. But, I think I get lost a little bit too much...

Well, what the hell am I waiting for? I have to go follow Craig!

I slung my backpack onto my back and looked off into the distance. I stuffed my cold hands into my pockets, and started off running at a steady pace. Staring off into the distance, I saw a hill with a small dark blue blur, and a blur of green with it. That's Craig and Tweek, and boy, have they gotten far. But I'll be able to reach them. Just as long as I don't let them out of my sight, I'll be fi-

OOF!

I fell down on my knees, landing face down into the cold, hard dirt. "Ugh..." I muttered as I tried to push myself off the ground. Boy, that's a great start. I blinked twice, dumbfounded. Well, I guess you could say that I tripped on...

I looked behind me, staring at the trail that followed me, trying to find what I had tripped on. There were no rocks, no twigs or stray objects, and no ground holes. Oh my fucking God, Kenny. You've done it again. Tripping and falling over nothing but thin air. How many times have you done this?

Embarrassed, I stood up and looked around. Man, I really have to stop doing this. I keep tripping over NOTHING but thin air. Yeah, it's a great talent, I know, but it's a really bad habit if you have it like me. It's like you're walking down a street on an ordinary day, and then all of a sudden- BAM. You fall to the ground like the world's going to drop on you and crush you to bits. But soon, you realize it was actually nothing at all. Nope. Nothing. One day I bet I'll get an award for falling on thin air so many times. I can see it now... Kenny McCormick, teenage boy who has fallen the most times.

I bit my lip and continued to run towards Craig. Right now, I was near the gate surrounding the school playground. Why the hell do they have a gate here? Aliens and stray animals get through the damn gate anyways. It's not going to protect us in any way at all, so why don't they just get rid of it? It's ugly, and I think some kids here might be a allergic to it now. If you look at it, it's all moldy and rusty. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's the start of a new disease... Playground-gate-phobia. Yup. Let's all hope someones gonna find a cure for it sooner or later.

I hope.

When I reached the gate, I jumped over it like it was nothing. Pfft. It wasn't even standing up anyway.

Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating just a LITTLE bit and I didn't jump over it that easily.

Well, maybe I didn't successfully jump over it...

Alright, alright, I didn't jump over the damn gate at all.

But I still manged to get to the other side. You know why?

I crashed into it. Uh-huh. I ran INTO that wall of shitty metal barbs and made it fall over, but it wasn't the best thing you've ever felt in the world. That barbed wire stuff is really sharp, let me tell you that. And when I say sharp, I mean fucking SHARP. It cut me and scratched me on my arms, and it got stuck on my jacket. I tried to keep running, but I got stuck. Oh joy. Everyone wants to be stuck between a gate of rusted barbed wire, hm? The most wonderful feeling in the world!

I pulled and tugged, and tried to hack away from the barbed shit that was stuck on me. Kicking it didn't seem to help, since the barbs just dug deeper into my skin. You would think I would get a thousand infections from these cuts. Naw, in fact, I don't even HAVE any diseases. I feel sorry for the people in the world who do, though. I even tried pulling it out, but it didn't work. Nope, it was stuck deep in my skin. I've heard of extreme body piercings but damn. If you saw me now, it'd be like seeing me taking a whole new level to acupuncture. And instead of medicated needles, I got fucking huge sharps pieces of dirty, rusted metal sticking out from me. The homeless guy's method for relaxation.

I tried one more thing, before I turned to the least appealing resolution to continue. I took a deep breath, and tried to jump out from the mess of tangled wires. Damn... Didn't work either! When I jumped, the wires followed me and still stuck onto my sore body. The pain was more unbearable than cutting yourself with a butcher knife and pouring concentrated alcohol all over it after you're done. That's what the hardcore emos do to themselves when they get their 'personal time'. I guess I'm going to have to use the alternative way for continuing.

And that method isn't exactly going to allow me to take part of the gate off. I sighed and slug the backpack off from my sore back, and opened it. Digging around, I pulled out old school papers and empty cigarette boxes. Not that I smoke or anything. It's Craig and Stan. They're concerned about all this 'littering' shit and they want me to collect other people's drug containers lying around for environmentally helpful purposes. They are total tree huggers, but they don't admit it. Once at school, I almost got in trouble for leaving behind a trail of marijuana leaves because there was a hole in my backpack. Although there aren't very many harsh consequences that you face in South Park Elementary, it's best for everyone to try not to get in trouble. I threw the boxes and baggies aside, and found what I was looking for. That knife that Tweek had borrowed a week ago. I'm glad he gave it back today, because if I didn't then I wouldn't have thought of this crazy idea I'm about to do.

I held up the sharp knife and looked at it, seeing my reflection on the shiny side of the blade. I grinned and admired myself, making a few weird faces before I turned it away. Looking at it, I held it level to where my stomach was. I was planning to cut myself free.

No, I'm not going to fucking cut myself off of this gate. I'm going to cut the gate, and then move on. Do you not get it? Heh. I don't expect you to.

I pressed the sharp knife onto the cold metal bars of the barbed gate and started to move it back and forth in a sawing motion. The deafening sound of metal screeching together was more painful than the piercing feeling of the metal spikes digging into my body.

After I was done, I stuffed to worn knife into my backpack and closed it, then slung it onto my back again. This was going to be a long trip.

Let's just get to the point. I got out (not exactly...) because I decided to drag the whole damn part of the gate that was stuck on me around during my journey to where Craig was headed. Yes, sir. There's a whole segment of a barbed wire gate missing from around the school playground stuck on my back. I'm going to run all the way to that hill over there with this piece of shit on my back.

Am I bad-ass or what?

Oh, and yes. I accidentally cut into my back too. There's a small hunk of bloody flesh hanging out from my ribs. I'm a sight to see. I really am.

If anything worse happens, I'm going to look like Tweek sometime soon, and I don't want that to happen. Dear Jesus, don't let me get beat up and bloody like Tweek was. I know it's going to happen, but I don't want it to happen like this. No, not until this conflict between me and Craig is solved.

Say, where is Craig now, anyways? I asked that to myself more than twice already, but I don't know where the hell I'm supposed to go if I don't know where he is.

I slowed to a walk and stopped running so I could send him a text message. You know, digital messages with extremely incorrect English grammar and misspellings without punctuation and all that crap. It's wonderful, really. You just have to get used to it. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and started to type my message to him.

'hey Craig were r u i need 2 tell u something' I pressed the enter button, and waited for a reply.

BOINK! My screen flashed and I saw a little box with an error message.

"Huh?" I looked at my screen, and it said 'Message was not successfully sent. Please try again.' Well, that could only mean one of two things.

Craig didn't have his phone with him. That error only shows up only if Craig left it somewhere not on him. He's really protective of his phone, even though he loses one every week or so. His family has a budget of buying $300 worth of cell phones for Craig every month. It's like he knows how to operate every cell phone imaginable.

The other reason I think Craig's phone had this error was because he blocked me, but that wasn't too likely. After all, we were talking like old friends just half an hour ago. Besides, I don't think Craig had any time to ignore me on his contact list. He's not that kind of person, I know.

I guess I'm going to have to try to look for him without any help or clues. It's like I'm a video game without having an instruction manual or tutorial tips, and I'm supposed to go and rescue... oh, I don't know, a princess or something? It's very hard! Possible, but more than ASIAN difficult. I started jogging towards the hill where I last saw him.

Sigh. This is going to be hard.

I kept running until I reached the hill where I had last seen Craig. He was the little blue blur and the top of the hill that I saw earlier. I stood at the top and took deep breaths. Boy, running can make me REALLY tired. Especially with this damn hot orange hood.

I looked around once more, and called out his name. "Craig!" I yelled out with all my breath in my lungs and waited for a reply. My voice echoed over and over again in the distance... But no reply. It wouldn't be reasonable to call out again, nor would it be smart to turn back. If I DID decide to turn back, who knows what would happen to me, let alone know what happens to Craig,

Where the hell was he?

Over the small, dry valley that stood before me, I couldn't see any signs of where he had gone. All I saw were dead willow trees and scattered pieces of trash everywhere. This place looked like a huge dump. In fact, this place looked more trashy and crappy than my own house. Any nothing is more trashier than my home.

There wasn't a trail for me to follow, was there? Pfft. A trail. Yeah, like that's going to be something for me to follow.

I walked onward, and started to call out his name again. "Craig! Dude, come back!"

Over and over again, I said his name until my throat got so sore, his name didn't seem to have any meaning to it anymore. Craig... Craig... Craig... His name came out of my mouth like I was being forced to say it. I decided to stop, for now.

I held the orange strings that hung from my hoodie, and gently tugged on them. Usually I pull on them whenever I'm nervous or scared. Quietly, I walked on slowly, listening to the dead leaves crunching beneath my feet. I looked around, here and there, to see if Craig was anywhere in sight. To the left, trees. To the right, more trees. In front of me, a bigger and more broken tree. I've never seen so many trees here in South Park in one place. I've never seen any trees looking this saddening either. God, they hung so low, they seemed to be making an arch of branches, bowing down to me. The sky above me was dark and cloudy, like a storm was coming. Hell, this scene looked like a Disney Princess movie turned upside down. But, that's my life. A broken Disney Princess movie... mixed in a little with the movie Jackass. Oh yeah, that's my life right there.

Well, if a storm was coming, I should probably go home or else I could risk dying again. Ah, why should I worry about dying? It's going to happen sooner or later today. I just don't know when. Usually, I don't die this early in the day. I should be careful for any weird shit that'll happen to me here. In my entire life, I haven't yet survived a day without me dying. It's hard to live when you're me.

I looked at my wristwatch and saw that it was still early. 8:45AM? Huh. Only 15 minutes had gone by. It felt like forever to me.

Maybe I should turn back now...-

"-Who's there?" I heard a voice say.

Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap!

I pulled on my hoodie strings tightly and ran behind a large tree trunk. Ducking and hiding, I peeked out from around the tree and saw nobody. Just dead leaves and the eerie trees that bowed down to me. After I had hidden, the atmosphere was so quiet that it seemed more peaceful than a day at the beach in Seattle. Not that I've been there before or anything... In my mind, I heard that voice echo over and over again.

Was it just me that heard that? I don't think so! Someone was here. Someone heard me, and probably saw me. I shouldn't panic... It could be Craig. Maybe not, but it might be. Should I risk to check who it was?

I guess so. I've got nothing better to do right here in the middle of nowhere.

I shuffled my feet out from my sitting pose and released my hoodie strings. Looking around, I tried to search for the source of the voice that I had heard earlier. Searching through the mess of dead trees and garbage, I didn't see anyone, or anything out of the ordinary. No, nothing strange or peculiar.

I fully stood up and sighed. Yeah, I guess I'm safe, for now. It's never safe in here in South Park. There's always some alien activity or life-and-death situations. I feel like a mouse in a huge city right now. Lost, and in danger.

Dusting my pants, I smiled in relief and started to walk in one direction, on the search for Craig again. The crunching of leaves beneath my feet were the only sound that was heard. Other than that, I was as quiet as a mouse. And an awfully huge mouse.

Why am I comparing myself to a mouse?

Come to think of it, have you ever seen a mouse this large with an orange hoodie? My god, I never noticed how this stupid hood was so hot that it was slowing me down.

I pulled it over my head and tied it around my waist. The cold air stung my skin, but it felt better than being under a fucking hot orange coat. I walked around with a black t-shirt with a picture of a green alien head in the middle of it. Nobody could ever recognize me looking like this. Not very many of my friends have ever seen me without my orange hoodie on. Not even Butters -and we've had lots of sleepovers together.

Then, I heard a noise.

It was a loud ruffling noise, like there was something stirring around me. The sound came from somewhere behind me. I was about to turn around, until I saw a pair of dark eyes and I felt a strong hit to my face.

"Ow!" I yelled out and stumbled backwards, landing on my back. The gate that had been stuck in my back... Oh, you don't even know the pain! Who the hell would hit me in the face like that? I know I was probably invading someone else's property but damn, you didn't have to punch me straight in the face to tell me to go away. Scared, I tried to open my mouth to cuss whoever had hit me, but I felt too pained to speak. I felt my arms being held down, and I felt another hit to my face. Shit, that hurt like hell. Whoever had been punching me was pretty strong. Dizzy, I tried to open my eyes to see who it was. No, I couldn't see -damn bastard knocked me cold out on the third impact. Oh... My back!

I fluttered my eyes a few times before I could open them fully. I still felt cold, so I must be still outside. My face still hurt from the painful punches that were thrown at me. Finally, I opened my eyes.

"Ah... Craig?" I whispered. Oh, yeah. FAT CHANCE IT WOULD BE CRAIG!

I looked around and bit my lip nervously. It took me a few seconds to realize that there was nobody around me, and that I was alone. Wow. Am I retarded or what? How did I even... Never mind.

The ground was wet and damp, and there were worms crawling all over me. Uck! Yeah, there probably was a storm that passed by here while I was knocked out.

I also noticed that my back didn't have the gate sticking out of it anymore. What had happened? Did someone take it? Blah. Well, I'm glad it's out of my back. I'm surprised it didn't go all the way through my body and killed me while I was unconscious.

Well, the good news is, I'm still alive. I'm not dead! Hallelujah...

I pumped my fist in the air in cheer, and took a deep breath. My back felt sore, and my arm felt numb since I was laying on it while I was knocked out.

Come to think of it, how long WAS I unconcious? Surely it couldn't be more than 10 minutes. I raised my left arm and glanced at my wristwatch in horror. My god.

"Holy shit... It's 3:25 PM already?" I grabbed a fistfull of my blonde hair in my right hand and tugged at it in agony. How the hell did I get knocked out for 7 hours?

I cursed several times until my breath, and felt my cheeks grow hot in anger. It's been 7 hours... 7 hours... 7 hours... That echoed in my head over and over, until my mind starting spinning.

Okay Kenny, calm down. 7 hours in the middle of nowhere, alone, and unconcious. Boy, I do NOT want to know what happened during that time. God knows what was done to me while I was unconcious. Nothing much, I hope. But... what if someone came over here and saw me? What if it was a pedophile that knocked me out...? They could've kidnapped me, or worse! But luckily pedophiles usually don't pick lost teenage boys like me... do they? I hope not! Dear God, I hope not! Ah, what if I got an infection? Then I'll be in pain and sore and sick for the rest of my life! The insurance... My life... RUINED! I'll never be the same aga-

I slapped myself before I got too deep into my thoughts. Dammit Kenny, calm the fuck down!

I let out a large amount of air from my lungs and stood up on my sore feet. Knocking the wet and slimy earthworms off of me, I observed my surroundings once again. You can never be too safe. I saw that the sky didn't clear up, and I don't think it's safe to be out here any longer. 7 hours was enough, don't you think? I have to get out of here -fast.

I started off in a random direction and started to walk, dragging my feet through the ocean of dead leaves and tree branches. There was a trail of muddy footprints that left behind a path that showed I was here. Footprints...

Glancing down at the ground in front of me, I noticed that there was another pair of footprints that stood before me. They were in an unsteady pattern, like someone was running one moment, then walking slowly the next. The trail was crooked, like whoever left behind the tracks was stumbling here and there. If they weren't careful, I bet they'd crash into a nearby tree or something. I decided to follow the tracks. It wouldn't hurt to go find out who or what had left them, right? No harm in that...

I started to walk faster, with my hands in my jean pockets and toungue sticking out in boredom. I stick out my toungue whenever I'm bored. The taste of boredom isn't that bad, actually.

The cold, crisp air filled my lungs and I breathed lightly. My eyes were alert, yet I felt the tingling sensation to just shut them, and not open them again for the rest of the day. I tried very hard not to shut them, or else I risked being unconcious again.. No, that would be leaves were crunching underneath my feet, and every once in a while I would accidently step on a worm that would be standing in my way. It left a squishy and wet blue spot on the bottom of my black shoes. Yuck... That's not going to be fun to clean.

The trail was getting shorter and shorter, and I felt the desire to go faster so I could reach the end of the trail. Although, I sort of wished it would go on forever, so I wouldn't have to stop. It's fun tracking down a pair of unknown footprints out of curiousity. I should do this more often... Maybe with Kyle or something. He likes being outdoors with his friends, like me. Never had I ever been interested in walking around in the middle or nowhere. I mean, who would?

I kept walking on and on, and turned at an awfully large tree. I kept going and heard a distant roaring sound, like rushing water, or the noise of Cartman's mom taking a piss. It's loud.

Then, there it was. The end to the trail. It was...

A river.

Yes sir, it was a river. A damn huge river, to be exact. The trail of footprints stopped at the edge, which meant that whoever made the tracks had crossed the river. Or they had fallen in.

But how? It was too wide to be crossed by walking! It looked deep, too. There was even this huge tree sticking out of the middle of the river downstream with this blue hat hanging from it. Boy, that is NOT how you decorate things around here. Well, I guess anything can be decorated with a blue hat with tassels...

I felt my eyes grower a little wider in surprise. Blue hat. Tassels. Craig's hat?

Without thinking, I started to run over to where I saw the blue blob of fabric. I stumbled on the riverbank, dangerously close to falling in. My hair flailed in the wind as I ran towards the tree. I felt like this was just a dream. That this didn't really happen at all, so I didn't pay that much attention or effort to what I was doing.

And guess what happened? As soon as I got there, I looked at the tree, aimed, and jumped towards the tree.

What the hell was wrong with me... The tree was like, a million miles away from the riverbank (it was actually just 5 meters away, but you get my point) and I actually thought I could jump to there. I'm just flying through the air. Next stop, drowning deep in the river. I wish I could just use some wings...

Well, if I had wings, I could make it. And I do have wings, but I can't use them.

Did I ever tell you the story about my wings? I have these dark, purple wings that expand from my back whenever I'm about to die. It's like... a sign that shows that my death is coming. Although I meet my death every single day, I never get to do much with my wings. I can't fly with them when I want to. They're just... there. Big, huge, fucking epic purple wings, and I can't use them to fly. Crazy story, huh? The bad thing is, only I can see them. My friends, or people around me witnessing my death can't see them. Nope, just red and bloody murder and the results of my death. Sometimes, they don't even see me at all. It's like I'm an invisible person to them whenever it comes to death. So, to sum it all up, whenever I'm about to die I have purple wings extend from my back and then I die several moments later. Then, I come back to life, in my bed the next day. Foophee.

So yes, flying through the air. Unable to turn direction and go back. What the hell was I thinking...?

I didn't really care now. I just wanted to get that hat. That pretty little blue HAT that looked an awful lot like Craig's hat which he wore everyday. Right now, I was close to landing, but I didn't know where. It was foggy near this river. I didn't notice that fog was here until I was flying through the air over here. Strange things happen in South Park...

I shut my eyes and waited for the result of me. Either I was going to die and drown, or die and crash into a tree.

Or maybe it was the other way around.

Or, none of the options above.

"Kenny!" I heard a familiar voice, and felt a pair of warm arms catch me in the air. The air suddenly smelled like caffine, and I could feel little sharp things poking me.
Whoevers arms those were embracing me from my fall, they didn't feel that strong. The mysterious person that whoever was holding me was weak, so I landed in this someone's arms and fell on top of them, knocking them down. Whoever was holding me had a tight grip though. Not very strong, but tight.

I didn't feel secure until I heard my name being said again. How did they know my name?

"K-Kenny?" I heard the familar and shaky voice say again. I felt the hot breath of the person against my neck, and my heart started beating hard. Not that I was getting horny off of this or anything... Hell no.

I flinched as a hand started to wrap around my left wrist. I pulled away and stepped back, forgetting the fact that I was dangerously close to falling in the river. It's like I didn't give a crap about drowning in a river. My eyes were still closed, so I didn't see who had saved me. I wanted to thank them, and question them about how they knew my name. Perhaps it was someone that I knew.

"Thank you... Stranger." I managed to speak softly and open my eyes to see who it was. I couldn't see very well, since it was dark. This tree in the middle of the river was pretty dark. In fact, I think it's darker than the night sky here in South Park- and nothing's darker than our skies and night.

I heard a shuffling noise, and a gleaming pair of hazel eyes come out from the pitch-black darkness, and it started heading towards me. I started to panic. What was I supposed to do?

As the mysterious figure got closer and closer to me, I could see more of what they looked like. I saw that it was a guy, and he looked familiar. I'm not 100% sure exactly who it was. Probably someone that lived around my neighborhood... or someone that went to my school. He also had messy blonde hair like I did, and bright eyes.

He kept inching closer, and I started to feel uncomfortable. I turned away from him and brought my knees up the my face, curling into a ball. He stopped moving towards me and I heard him whine in confusion.

"Oh... I'm n-not going to h-hurt you, Kenny." His voice softly spoke. He sounded... girly. Maybe it wasn't a guy, and it was a girl who LOOKED like a guy. I hate those types of people... "I j-just want to g-go home." His voice started to crack in the middle of his sentence. I felt a little bit sorry for whoever this was.

Okay, let me gather all this information and process it through my head. Blonde hair, hazel eyes, stuttering and girly voice. Seems like someone I know.

I lifted my head and looked at the mysterious person again. He was small and skinny, like me. I opened my mouth to speak and uttered a name. "Butters...?"

I waited for an answer. The other person whined in question, like a dog would. "I-I..." He stuttered and I saw him bite his nails. "No... I'm n-not..." I heard him say. He smelled an awful like coffee...

Oh! I got it!

I turned my head a little more to face him again. "Tweek?" I tried again.

Then, I saw his eyes light up in some emotion I couldn't describe. And you know what he did? He leaned towards me and hugged me unexpectedly. Oh, that sicko...!

I also heard him giggle in happiness and felt his little heart pounding in his chest against mine. My god, was he that close to me right now?

Gay. Gay. Gay. Homo. Fag. Gay. Fag. Homo.

I shivered and tried to pry him lose. Boy, this dude had some gripping abilities. He held onto me like a cat would when it's stuck in a tree. I felt his warm arms embrace me, wrapped around my neck and back. I was getting really REALLY uncomfortable. I tried prying him off again, but he just held on tighter. Tweek, you're starting to piss me off...!

After a few seconds, I decided to give up on trying to get him off of me. I mean, there's nobody else here to witness this, right? And even if there was, I'd kill them before they'd be able to tell anyone else. They'd probably think that I was gay or something (which I'm not. I'm just... pansexual.) and then they'd tell the whole world. Actually, I think the whole entire world already knows my secret anyways, although they never tease me. Cartman never picked on me for being like this, cause I don't think he knows about me.

Anyways, if you can't beat em, join em.

I rolled my eyes and pulled out my arms from his death-tightening hold and held him against me. He felt kind of cold now...

I heard him sign in what sounded like frustration and loosened his grip. What was that all about...? I hug him back, and he starts to loosen his hold on me. Maybe if I hug him harder, he'll eventually let go. Nah, bad idea.
The darkness of the inside of the tree seemed even more dark, and I felt cold again. I ignored the little whispers that he was saying. He was probably muttering to himself. I tilted my head to the side and tried to listen to what he was mumbling about. I got to hear a few words.

"I-I'm safe... here... with him... and I'll be able... to g-go home... Kenny..." He breathed out in that weird little shaky way of his. When I heard him utter my name, I felt like I wanted to puke out all my internal organs and kill myself. Hearing someone I don't like saying my name makes me feel weird. I'm not really sure why.

Well, since his hold on me loosened, why not push him away from me? Finally, I can get him off of me. I felt like screaming when I didn't think of pushing him away from me earlier.

I stopped hugging him back and placed my hand on his shoulder, trying to push him back away. It didn't work. He just got closer to me. I made a weird and disturbed face and froze in fear.

Right now, we were in an awkward position where our shoulders were almost touching, and his...- was rubbing against mine...

I wanted to scream. Not in pain or anything, but in HORROR. Complete, disgusting, horror! Never have I ever been so close to someone, let alone it be a guy! Especially Tweek! Gross... I don't want to appear to be gay in front of him. Not that I have a problem with gays, or anything! It's just... I don't like the thought of Tweek being gay. He can't even get a GIRL! What makes him think he can get a guy? Who even told him about the option of being gay...? GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! I twitched a little bit at the thought of him and me... like this. Well, this was happening already. What could be worse?

Dammit Kenny! You do not wonder what worse possibilities could happen at times like this! Will you never learn?

I tried once more to push him away from me before anything worse could happen. It would be best if I was like, AWAY from this coffee freako. Very, very far away. I concluded in my head that most of the weight of him was resting on my legs, so I tried pushing him away by holding his hips and moving them away. I'm going to do that.

I placed my glove-covered hands on his waist and I heard him gasp quietly. No, Tweek. Don't get the wrong idea. Please, dear God, do not LET him get the wrong idea. I started to push him away, and he gasped again, only louder. Then it was silent.

He startled me, and I forgot which direction I was supposed to be moving him, and uh I started to panic, so I wanted to get him off me QUICKLY, and I wasn't thinking and... I pulled him... Towards me. Around that... area.

I bit my lip in anger, and waited for Tweek to get a reaction. I let go of his waist and tried to move him off me again.

"Ngh... Yes..." I heard him say. NO. TWEEK. IT'S NOT LIKE THAT.

I opened my mouth to speak, but I was too scared and nervous to think anymore. What if I said something that sounded wrong in front of him? No, I couldn't risk that. I just left my mouth hanging open, and I felt my heart trying to jump out of throat. My ears turned hot and I felt my brain just melt into soup. Tomato. Soup.

Fianlly, I felt like I was forced to say something, before Tweek got even more into the wrong idea and started doing freaky things that I would never expect to happen. "Wha... What was that?"

I felt Tweek move away from me a little bit. "Uh... I mean uh..." I could tell he was embarassed. Yeah, you should be! "Y-yes... My name is Tweek." He scooted away from me a little bit more. I felt relieved.

I gave him a wry smile and sat on my knees. "So.. What was that about you getting home?" Tweek had mentioned something about me and him going home earlier. Just what was that about?

He gave me a look that I couldn't describe, and he buried his head in my chest again. This time, he started crying. "Oh, Kenny! It's horrible! Craig... Craig isn't... H-he..." He started to babble undecipherable words and I tried to calm him down. Dammit, Kenny. He's all over you again.

"Dude, chill. Just calm down and explain to me again." I tried comforting him, but he just kept crying. My shirt was starting to feel wet and damp. What had happened?

"Craig... D-di... couldn't... and the glass and the needles and the piranhas..." He started to break down again. Boy, it felt like he was trynig to describe a horror movie to me. Glass? Needles? Piranhas?

"Alright, alright, get to the point already. Yeesh." I rolled my eyes again and patted his head.

"No..." He cried and clinged onto me like he was a monkey. God, what is wrong with him?

"I want to know what happened. Please, dammit Tweek, tell me what happened." My voice has a bit of anger and impatience in it. I don't think I convinced Tweek to tell me just yet. He doesn't usually hear people cuss whenever they try to talk to him."If you don't, we can't go home." I bet those last few words were enough to convince him.

I waited for him to say something, but he still continued to sob and cry onto my shirt. Honestly, I would've perferred to just drown in the river rather than be here dealing with this kid right now. I want to just go and get the hell out of here, not look like a gay fag.

Hugging Tweek to try and comfort him, I rubbed his back and wiped away the tears from his face. I felt impatient, but hey, I've got all the time in the world.

I held him closer to me, and breathed slowly so that I wouldn't startle him with my sudden heartbeats. He's really twitchy and shaky, but right now he wasn't acting like a human jackhammer right now. No, he was very quiet and still. He didn't seem normal.

Holding his shoulders, I pushed him away from me once again and looked him in the eye. "Seriously, Tweek. Why won't you tell me what happened?" Tweek just shook his head and looked away. I just pulled him closer. "What in the world will it take you to tell me?" I gave him a crooked smile and let go.

"Well..." He started to whisper. "I... I want to go home."

I looked at him and blinked. "Home?" I scratched my head. "How?"

Tweek looked at me sheepishly and stopped hugging me. He rubbed his hand against his arm. "Uh.. I was wondering if y-you could carry me, Kenny..."

I blinked at him again, and gave him a small smile and stood up. Bad idea.

BONK! I hit my head on the top of the tree and stumbled backwards, falling. I felt something poke at the back of my shirt, and realized there was something coming out of my back.

Agh. My wings again. Everytime my wings extend, it means that my death of the day is near. Haha. Death of the day... Usually when I get my wings popping out of my back, there's almost immediate death, but this time was different. Tweek had grabbed me before I had fallen into the river. He pulled me back and I landed on my feet again. He stumbled back onto the ground and rubbed his eyes.

I... I can't beleive it. He saved my life TWICE! But, why? Why had he saved me, when I had almost let him die earlier?

"Thank you, Tweek..." I didn't know what else to say. I glanced at him again, and he looked like he understood.

"You're welcome." Wow. That was the first time I ever heard him say anything without stuttering or stressing a word, then trailing off. Kudos to you, Tweekers.

I decided to reconsider about taking Tweek home. Perhaps I could just fly him home. He's done some favors for me today, and I should return the favor. Wait... Why should I? I don't think we need Tweek anymore. He's not worth saving, is he? After all, less people in South Park, the less we have to worry about others. Besides, maybe his parents can adopt me when Tweek's dead. They seem like a rich family and all, owning a coffee shop in the middle of South Park. Yeah, that would be nice.

Maybe I should spare his life and bring him home, just cause I feel like it. "Now, are you sure you want me to bring you back home?" I asked. I planned to fly home, and drop him off at his house, and then I would return home.

He nodded his head and looked at me.

"Sure?" I questioned him once more.

He nodded again.

I smiled. "Promise me you'll tell me what happened after I bring you home."

He nodded his head quickly, like he just wanted me to take him home now and not deal with all my questions.

Laughing, I held out my hand. "Pinky promise. C'mon."

He trembled as he reached for my hand, and we shook. Barely.

Faster than you could ever imagine, I grabbed Tweek by the waist and held him between my arms, and jumped out towards the river. Tweek just clung onto me, and said nothing. Not even asking how I could fly. He reacted to my flying like it was a normal occurence to him. God... He needs to lay off the coffee.

Below me, there was the roaring, clear river that I had almost drowned in. Above me was the dark and cloudy grey skies, and behind me was that tree where Tweek had saved me. Twice. It's a beautiful day, isn't it?

I fully extended my purple wings and took off into the air, struggling at first, since it was the first time I ever tried flying with my wings. My air was also thin, so it was harder for me to get air beneath my wings. I mentioned earlier that I barely got to ever fly with these epic wings. Now, I can, thanks to Tweek.

I almost hit the water, until I gave one powerful wingstroke and shot up into the air- high into the air.

I started to laugh and panic at the same time. It's fun flying now and everything, but I had no fucking idea how to control my flight. It's like I'm a helpless little bird (which I'm not) flying for thr first time. Either you suceed, or you die. Either way, you get to fly for a while.

Although, I'm sort of scared of dropping Tweek. I mean, if I drop him, he's most likely going to turn into a zombie, because of all that coffee. He'll die, then he'll somehow turn back to life because that coffee he's been drinking will keep him alive. How does he even sleep at night? If you were someone who drank THAT much coffee, you would never grow tired.

As I soared through the cold air, I found myself going in random directions, and not knowing where to go. Perhaps I should just fly closer to the ground, and follow my footprints that were still freshly marked on the ground.

I halted in the air, and stopped flapping my wings. I started to float downwards to the damp ground. Carefully, I landed softly on my feet and started to fly again, only this time, at a slower pace. I flew low and slowly, quietly brushing my wings against the dead tree branches and thorny shrubs that scattered around me.

When I finally reached the school playground gate, I flew higher into the air and flew faster, since there was more open space. Flying over the school, I just wanted to burn it down. I have a good working lighter in my pocket (for more than just drugs, okay?) and I would be more than happy to drop it onto the empty school and burn it all down.

CRAP! I just remembered!

The school... We had... A substitute teacher, and I missed out a whole day! AGGHH! Never would I ever miss a day with a substitute teacher at school! NEVER!

Oh, well. I guess life isn't that fair, hmm?

I sighed and kept flying until I passed the center of South Park, then passed over my neighborhood, then Stan's... Then Token's...

Finally, I reached the neighborhood that Tweek lived in. I hovered in the air for several seconds to check of Tweek was aware that we were here. "Tweek, we're home." I said proudly.

I heard something roaring loudly in the air, like an airplane or something. Naw, they don't have very many airplanes in South Park. I looked around, and saw nothing. just something in the distance.

It looked like a bird. Harmless. I shouldn't worry about it then.

"Tweek, would you like me to set you down now?" I asked.

I heard Tweek yawn, then laugh. "Well, y-yeah. You weren't thinking a-about dropping me off l-like this, right?" Well, maybe I would drop him off like this, flying in mid-air.

"Well, let's get you back to your hou-"

-HURK!

Something was pulling at my orange hoodie, and I started choking. I let go of Tweek abruptly and dropped him on accident and tried to free myself from the choking feeling. I watched as he spiraled downwards in dispair. What was choking me? I could see Tweek falling down, screaming my name. "Kenny!" After several seconds, I couldn't hear him anymore. In fact, I couldn't breathe.

I started kicking the air, and flapping my wings but it only made it worse. My throat felt like it would just slit, and my head would fall off any second now. Pain... So much pain... But I was used to it. After all, I knew I would just come back to life the next day. Nobody would worry about me or anything, because they don't remember my deaths. It just turns back to normal the next morning.

I gave up trying to break free, and just stayed still. Waiting for death to come, again. Surely it'll be swift and quick. I don't like to suffer a long, painful death.

Still, and quiet. Although, I heard this very awkward and loud roaring noise from behind me. A giant bird? Maybe. Although I didn't feel anything feathery behind me. It felt... Metallic.

Perhaps it was an airplane... Or a hellicopter that must've flown by me and accidently hooked me. I tried to turn my head to see what it was... And that was a super bad idea. But, I guess it wasn't all that bad.

As I turned my head to my right, slowly and carelessly, the grapple that was wrapped around my neck choking me sliced my neck, and pierced through all the way. I guess you could say my head was disconnected from the rest of my body. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and I coughed up dark, red blood. Well, that's the end of me for today!

Kenny's head dettached from the rest of his body, and blood poured like rain from his body that still remained on the flying aircraft, taking away his body and flying away. As his head fell from the sky, Tweek however, had landed on the ground. Safely, but in a fashion that was very uncomfortable. He had been dropped abruptly and was on some person's rooftop. Tweek had been surprised at the sudden fall, and was trying to figure out how he had survived such a fall. Only someone who had major luck would have been able to live the fall. He was sure to tell about it when he got the chance.

But for now, Tweek had to get home. Being on some person's rooftop for a long period of time wouldn't be very fun.

And... This is the end of chapter three! So, Kenny dies once more, and Tweek gets stuck on some dude's roof. This isn't the end, but I'm leaving some details left for some people to wonder. What happened to Craig? Why had Tweek mentioned pirahas? WHOSE ROOF DID HE LAND ON!

Oh, and sorry for that little disturbing moment. I was watching this... yaoi montage on Youtube and I kind of got a little TOO into it. -_-'

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Again, thanks to everyone who has read this so far. It's not very interesting to some, I know. Sorry.