Alright...this is it. Like I said in Bloodbath, this is it. Last chapter for a while. Probably, anyway. I just don't want to type shit up at all. Like, I stopped writing Tension almost two weeks ago. Never moved past ch. 10. AT ALL. RAWR, WHAT HAPPENED TO MY INSPIRATION?!?!?

Disclaimer: I don't own South Park. If I did, it would be an amazing orgy of gayness. But no. Sadly.

Chapter Six
Alleyways And First Encounters

(Tweek's P.O.V.)

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Tweek stood where Craig had left him, fidgeting and twitching. This was taking a while, wasn't it? He paced back and forth nervously, scanning down the sidewalk. Craig said he was going to be back soon...why was it taking him so long?

Oh calm down, idiot. It's only been three minutes. Tweek almost groaned. He had been doing fine up until now; happy and content, but now...dammit, couldn't it leave him alone any longer?

Tsk, tsk, you know I can't do that, Tweekers. It yawned. I love you too much to leave you alone. Liar! You don't love me at all! You keep on lying to me!! Tweek growled. You lied about Craig! He is my friend!

Uh huh, whatever you say. Just don't come bawling to me when Craig leaves you all alone. I'm going to be laughing my ass off while you cry blood.

Tweek 'hmph'-ed, unscrewing the lid of his thermos and breathing in the hot delicious fumes of his coffee. Oh yeah, that was some good coffee.

You enjoying that? The voice mocked, a cruel imitation of Craig's earlier question. Tweek ignored the question, taking a large gulp of coffee. Mmmm...even with the voice, today was a good day. Nothing had attacked them, he hadn't had a panic attack so far, and Craig had treated him to supersize lattes!!

Probably bought them to make you put out better. Tweek choked, spraying liquid coffee gold onto the sidewalk.

Hey, I'm just saying what I think. The voice chuckled maliciously. If he's really gonna wait until your cut heals, bet he really will turn insatiable and pound your skinny little ass into the ground. Tweek whimpered, resisting the urge to rub his butt. He took another drink to distract himself..

Of course, it continued. That's if he doesn't find another fuckbuddy to occupy his time and then really give you AIDS.

Tweek once again let out an impressive spray of coffee, heart thudding. Jesus Christ!! what if he does give me AIDS?! Oh God, I can't him fuck anybody else!! Sweet Jesus, I have to get tested! But what if somebody there recognizes me and tells everyone I have AIDS?! Argh! I'll be a pariah! An outcast! Everybody'll hate me!!"

It's not like anyone really likes you now. The voice reminded him. Tweek ignored it, tightening his grip on his thermos as he imagined horrible scenes in which he was stoned to death for having AIDS.

Which by the way, where is your rapist friend anyway? The words cut through Tweek's haze of paranoid panic, and he froze. Craig. He still wasn't back yet. Why not? The voice laughed. Maybe he fell down a pit and died.

Tweek squeaked at the sudden picture his mind gave him, of Craig's broken body bleeding on the ground, eyes glazed and lifeless.

Well, wouldn't that be such a great way to pay him back for those lattes? The voice mused. To leave him to die all alone while you're going on about AIDS? Tweek gasped in shock. The only reason he was having such a good day was because of Craig; he'd fixed his wound last night, he'd let him fall asleep safely and bought him all the coffee he could stuff in his belly in an hour, and here he was, talking to a voice in his head while Craig could be dead!!

Run, Tweekers, run. It whispered. Tweek whirled around, fully intent on saving Craig from death, when he crashed into a person who had been walking up behind him. His coffee splashed out of his thermos, staining the person's shirt.

"What the fuck?!" The stranger yelled angrily. Tweek shrieked as his coffee spilled, desperately trying to keep it steady. He succeeded, only to hear another yell.

"I said what the fuck, bitch! Where's my apology?!"

Tweek ignored the command, trying to push past him, a vague anger rising in him. Not only had he spilled the coffee Craig had given him, but now some idiot was in his way of saving Craig from a painfully bloody and agonizing death!

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, fucker!" A strong push made him stumble back, spilling more coffee, and he thought he saw more than one person as he looked up and did a very Craig-like thing. He flipped him off. The voice laughed sadistically. A furious face met his eyes.

"Alright, that's it!!"

More than one pair of hands grabbed him roughly and he dropped his thermos, coffee splattering the ground instantly. Tweek cried out in outrage, but he was suddenly dragged forward a couple of feet to a small alley between two buildings. What the hell? Careful, Tweekie...

Tweek thudded against the alley wall, stars filling his vision. He felt hands grab the front of his shirt, and he was lifted up, pinned forcefully against the hard surface. Fight back, idiot! He tried to focus on the wavering figure in front of him, anger rising from within.

"Stop twitching, you fucking bastard!" A fist connected with his face, and Tweek lost all sense of up and down, his eyes crossing. With a great force of will, he forced his vision to focus on the person in front of him, glaring at him.

"F-fuck you, bitch!" He growled, kicking out. It hit his attacker's stomach, and he let go of Tweek. Tweek stumbled, trying to catch himself, when he was pinned again. His head smacked against the wall, and he spat out blood. He bit his tongue.

"Fucking faggot, you're gonna get it now!" A different voice snarled, and a third voice agreed.

"Hold it, guys." The first voice came back. "I'm gonna be the one to beat this fucking bitch into the ground. He spilled his fucking coffee shit on me, now he kicks me; this bitch needs to pay.

Tweek looked up. Three people stood in front of him, a tall blonde and a thickly-built Jamaican who were pinning him to the wall, and a lean brunet who was walking toward them from where he had stumbled when Tweek had kicked him. The tallest of the three, his eyes burned with fury. It was like looking at a much slimmer Eric Cartman. The other two, obviously his lackeys, drew back, just in time for the brunet to deliver a furious punch to Tweek's stomach. Tweek's breath whooshed out in a great gasp, and he collapsed, wheezing as he tried fruitlessly to suck in a breath. He tried to stand up, but a kick drove him down again. The voice in his head was a mindless roar of rage now, reflecting the anger that burned in his chest. Barely holding himself up on hands and knees, he saw another kick come toward him, when a familiar voice called out.

"Hey! What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"

Tweek looked up. Craig stood at the end of the alley, a dark scowl on his face, the latte he had gone back for in his hand. He started walking toward them.

"None of your fucking business, if you know what's good for you." The leader snarled. The look on Craig's face could have shattered diamonds in a second.

"When you're beating up my friend, that makes it my business."

Craig reached them, and the brunet turned to face him, his lackeys on either side. Tweek took the chance to to try to stand up again, leaning on the wall for support. The voice purred it's approval of Tweek's effort. Yes, Tweekie, good. Don't want to leave your savior hanging, do you? The leader glared at Craig.

"Well, you know what? I don't care if it is your business or not, I'll still kick your ass if you don't leave."

Craig blatantly flipped him off.

"Try it, bitch."

The leader snarled in fury, balling his fists, and the other two stepped forward, ready for action. Without looking away, Craig called,

"Hey, Tweek, how you holding up?"

The leader glanced toward Tweek, who was standing up by himself now, a look of determination on his face.

"Nghh! G-give me a minute, and I-I'll -rgh- help you with t-these motherfuckers."

The leader hesitated. The voice growled, echoing angrily in his mind. Look at the fucking bastard, he's not so tough now the numbers are a little more even now. Bit too close for comfort, bitch? The leader snarled at the twitching blonde.

"Fine. We'll leave you alone for today, but I swear to God I'll kick our ass if I see you again, twitchy." He motioned to his lackeys.

"Alan, Jerome, let's go."

They fell into line behind them as he walked forward. Passing Craig, the leader stopped, tapping a closed fist on his shoulder. Craig glared at him, unmoving as stone.

"The name's Brian. Brian Simmons. You'd better remember it...I have a feeling we'll meet each other again soon." Then he strode out of the alley, his lackeys following.

Craig flipped them off again as he watched them leave, then walked over to Tweek, who was stumbling forward, twitching and clutching his stomach.

"You okay, Tweekers?"

"Mmgh,y-y-yeah...he hits like a p-pussy."

Craig let out a reluctant chuckle. "You need any help?"

"Yeah." Tweek admitted. It really did hurt a lot. Stop being such a wuss. Take it like a fucking man. Oh wait, you are taking it, fucker. The voice snickered. Craig stood next to him, letting Tweek drape an arm around his shoulders for support as he carefully wrapped his arm around Tweek's waist. Tweek noticed that the raven was careful not to put too much pressure on the area that they had kicked him. They walked out of the alley, coming across a dropped thermos and dark splotch of liquid on the sidewalk. Tweek went over, slowly picking up the once-again empty thermos. He whimpered sadly from the ground.

"Mnhhh...I d-don't have -ngh- a-any left anymore..."

Craig glanced at him. "So what happened?"

"I a-accidentally bumped -ngh- into h-him, and he g-got pissy at me." Tweek let out a growl, the thermos jerking in his violently twitching grasp. "He s-spilled my c-coffee, man! M-my coffee!"

"Calm down, Tweek. It's not like it's the end of the world." Craig bent down a little, patting his flyaway hair, the lightning points springing back into position. Tweek whimpered.

"But it's t-the one of th-the only things keep...keeping me a-alert, really, really alert," Tweek's eyes were looking around anxiously, his previous fear of Craig dying fading away as his mind created threatening shadows everywhere he looked. "Gah!! I-I gotta keep w-watch, or the -ngh- CIA's gonna...gonna c-catch me, t-t-they're -erk- w-watching, Oh my God, they're everywhere!!!" Tweek pulled on his hair, jerking out a couple of strands. "AHH!! THE PRESSURE!!!"

Craig kneeled next to him on the empty sidewalk, putting down the supersize latte and tangling his hands in Tweek's to pull them away from his hair.

"The CIA is not after you, man." He said firmly. "They are not everywhere, and they are not going to catch you." Tweek slowly submitted to the insistent fingers, letting Craig hold them in his warm gloves. Craig looked at him for a moment before letting go of his hands and picking up his thermos, filling it up with the coffee he had so recently bought.

"Look, more coffee. It's not empty anymore, is it?"

Tweek shook his head, taking it from him eagerly and wrapping his hands around its newly-warm heat. He took a drink but choked on it the minute it hit his mouth, spitting it out on the sidewalk at Craig's feet. Craig's eyes narrowed at the darker blood that mixed in with the brown liquid.

"What's that?" He demanded, Tweek touched his tongue gingerly.

"Owww...bit m-my tongue -ngh- b-back there."

Craig wiped a bit of blood from the corner of Tweek's mouth, staring at the red stain on his yellow glove. Tweek stayed still as he felt the carefully soft touch, watching as Craig's eyes flickered from the blood, to the gauze on his forehead and where Tweek knew a bruise was forming on his cheek. He was surprised to see a sudden regret in those dark sea blue eyes, as well as a deep burning anger.

"I should've kicked their fucking asses." Craig growled. Tweek shook his head. It was over and done with, and it wouldn't be good for Craig to intentionally seek them out. They were three, after all, and he was only one.

"Ngh, s-still alive, aren't I?"

Craig snorted angrily. "Nothing would have stopped them from smearing your brains across the wall if I hadn't come."

Mmm, he's right, y'know. The voice purred. Thank your savior, Tweekie.

Tweek ignored the sarcastic jibe, trying to take a drink of his coffee without hurting his raw tongue. It wasn't working, but Tweek was determined to drink his latte. He ignored the burning, grimacing as he tasted the bitter taste of his own blood mixed in it. Craig tugged lightly on his arm, pulling the thermos away from his lips.

"Come on, your tongue isn't ever gonna heal like that."

He stood up, pulling up Tweek with him. The blonde stood, looking a bit confused as Craig rummaged in his pockets for something. The raven sighed, pulling off one of his gloves.

"I don't have any tissues or anything, so bite on this. It'll help with the bleeding. When you get home, you can gargle some salt water. That'll stop the rest of it."

Tweek took the proffered glove, looking at Craig warily before putting it over his tongue and biting down on it. It tasted like smoke and ash from the cigarettes he smoked. Very Craig-like.

"How d-do you -ngh- know th-that?" Tweek asked, a bit muffled by the fabric in his mouth. Craig surprised him by glaring down at the sidewalk.

"I just do."

They started walking, and Craig's glare effectively cut off his curiosity, until he noticed the direction they were going in.

"Mmhh!! C-Craig! Why a-aren't we -mhh- g-going to your house? I-Isn't it closer?"

Craig's scowl grew, if anything, darker. "Because. We're going to your house, okay?"

Hmmm, I don't think he wants to go home. I wonder why that is? The voice mused sarcastically. Have you ever noticed that he never wants you to go there? And when he does, his parents are always gone? Tweek growled silently. Shut up.

Fine, Tweekers. Guess you just don't notice what I do. Tweek ignored it, pressing the issue with Craig.

"Mehh... b-but why?"

Craig glanced at him, and Tweek was startled to see his face blank of all emotion, as if he had suddenly just dropped everything inside again. It was strange to see that in the middle of a conversation, especially when he was talking to Tweek. Craig ruffled Tweek's hair. "Don't talk so much, or the bleeding won't stop."

Tweek clamped down on the glove, feeling the voice chuckle darkly in his head.

You're not very observant, are you, Tweekers?

What do you mean?

The chuckles turned into full-blown laughing. There are a lot of things you don't know. You count on your savior to always be there for you, but you're the one who's not there for him. You're a very bad fuckbuddy, and an even worse friend!

What?!

"Tweek, you okay?" Craig's voice broke him out of his thoughts, and he looked up toward him.

"Ngh?"

"You look mad." Craig explained. Tweek shook his head, and the raven gave him a long glance before turning his eyes forward again. Tweek scowled inwardly.

What did you mean?

But the voice didn't answer back.

A/N:......urgh...I'm so lazy right now, my fingers are having a hard time even moving.

Craig: God, you suck so bad.

Me: Meh.

Craig: You can't even come up with a better comeback? Jesus, you really need help.

Me: Meh.

Tweek: A-are you -ngh- okay?

Me: Meh.

Tweek: OH MY GOD, SHE'S DYING!!!!! GAH! C-CALL AN AMBULANCE!!!

Craig: She's not dying, she's just...becoming a vegetable.

Tweek: A vegetable?!?!? NOOOO!!!

Craig: Not literally, man. Metaphorically. She needs something else to inspire her.

(Tweek thinks, then hands her his thermos)

Tweek: Ngh, do y-you want some? C-coffee always makes -ngh- m-me feel better.

(Me stares at it, then flops down on bed, rolling over)

Craig: Man, she's been like this ever since she stopped eating chocolate.

Tweek: C-chocolate?! Sweet Jesus, we have t-to get her s-s-some!!!

Craig: She can't eat it.

Tweek: Augh!! Why not?!!?

Craig: One word. Lent.

(Me starts bawling)

Me: I want some chocolate so FUCKING BAAAAAAAAAAAD!!!!!! WHYYYYY?!!?!?!?!??!?!

Anyway, that's enough of that. Sorry guys, but you might have to wait a while (maybe after Easter) to get updates. Nah, not even. I'll still probably update and stuff, just not with my regular enthusiasm. Umm, yeah, read and review and whatever....I don't care. Oh, and yeah, this is only the first encounter. Brian will be back.

Brian: Because I'm amazing.

Me: Shut up and get back into your box.