"Who are you?" The boy in the blue hat asked him.
"My names Butters. And this is Tweek."
"They took him! They were shooting at us, and then BAM. He's got a bullet in his leg and he made us run and they took him! And he's probably in pain, and being raped and then they'll kill him, and the underwear gnomes will eat his flesh, and then they'll come for me and AHHH!" Tweek screamed.
"Took who?" The blue hatted boy asked.
"Stan!"
"SHIT! This is bad. Go to those two boys over there. They'll watch you. I've got to talk to your driver." He pointed to a small hole in the ground, and Butters shrugged leading the twitching boy behind him.
"This is way too much pressure! What if we don't know them? What if they want to rape us? I don't wanna get raped!"
"They're not gonna rape you Tweek. Now look I'm getting pretty sick of your screaming, and if you keep doing that my parents are gonna ground me."
"You have –ach!- parents?"
"I don't think so."
"Oh. Jesus Christ I need coffee!"
"I don't think there is coffee here."
"No coffee! No coffee! I need to go back to Coffeeville. They've got a huge factory of it. My guardian helped me get some. He said I need. This is terrible. How will I survive two days without coffee? I feel my organs shutting down! AGH! It hurts! I need coffee! Get me coffee! ACH! Who are you?" Tweek addressed the last part to the two boys who were crouched in the hole.
"Oh are you Butters and Tweek? Craig told us about you. Where's that Stan kid?" The boy in the green hat said.
"He was captured fellas. They took him and we don't know where he is."
"Shit."
"THAT'S WHAT THAT KID SAID!" Tweek yelled.
"Shh. Quiet kid. They're gonna find us if you keep making noise."
"They can find us?" Butters asked.
"No shit. They can find us anywhere. Last time I checked they were the fucking government." The fat kid said.
"Just ignore him. What are your names?" The boy in the green Ushanka asked.
"Well I'm Butters, and this is Tweek."
"Gah!"
"I'm Kyle, and this fat tub of lard is Cartman."
"Ay! Fuck you, you fucking Jewish piece of shit!"
"So you guys are from South Park?"
"Well that's what Stan said fellas. But… uh… I'm not so sure." Butters answered, saving the other boy from a panic attack about answering questions.
"How long did you know him?"
"I knew him for a day or two. Then they took him after we saved Tweek. He's gonna have heck to pay back there. Heck I tell you! He told me about South Park though. He said that it was real nice, and that the people were trusting and had tons of adventures! And we were all part of them. And Kenny too. He wore an orange parka! I think that parkas are cool and all, but they can be real hot."
"Yeah…"
"Gah! Was I a part of them? Please tell me that I wasn't apart of them! That would be way too much pressure!" Tweek screamed, tugging at his hair.
"You were a part of their adventures for a while, after they kicked me out of the group, and Kenny was sick." Butters explained.
"Jesus Christ! I hate adventures! They can kill you. Oh god, what if I'm already dead? What if you're all dead? Oh my god your all dead! Don't hurt me!"
"Shut up or I will hurt you, you fucking spaz." Cartman snapped.
"Ach!"
"You're not helping Cartman." Kyle glared at the over-weight teen. "We're not dead Tweek."
"How do you know if your dead? You're lying!"
"Quiet Tweek. You and Butters were called. Second in command wants to see you." Craig said, climbing into the hole. No one had heard him coming.
"Oh well alright. Who's this second in command?" Butters asked.
"Some girl and some faggy French kid."
He glared at the man before him. The man just smiled, and grabbed him by the shoulder. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way Stanley. Tell us where they are."
Stan visibly winced, as memories flooded back into his mind. He almost screamed, from the memories alone. "You fucking asshole. What type of dick does this to a fellow human being. I am not your FUCKING GUINEA PIG! So don't expect me to be." The man laughed. Stan knew that laugh. It always lead to pain, unbelievable pain.
"I don't know!" The ten year old screamed. Lawson shook his head, and bent down onto one knee.
"You know boy. And we want to know how. Your little town is causing too much trouble. We're just trying to save the world, you want that right?"
"Not at this cost!"
"Don't you remember Satan? And Imagionationland? And Cthulhu? And Satan's second coming?" Stan tried not to give anything away. He knew what would happen if he did. They would make him forget everything, and then take him away with the others. He hoped that they weren't facing what he was.
"That's not our fault! It was inevitable!"
"Yet your town called him first."
Stan couldn't think of a reply to that accusation. Lawson knew what the media had said, but he didn't know the truth. Stan could never explain the real facts, without being beaten for lying. "You know how to get out of this Stanley."
"And I'll never do it."
"You're too stubborn for your own good."
"And so are you. South Park has done good things for this world."
"Like what?"
"Like Cthulhu. It was Mintberry Crunch that saved the world from three thousand years of darkness and insanity! And Mintberry Crunch was from South Park."
"No Mintberry Crunch was from another world."
"We raised him."
"You raised Satan too. And his stupid son, Damien, who by the way has his memories wiped as well."
"You wiped the Anti-Christ's memories?"
"After Satan's second coming, it seemed like the best possible option."
"You disgust me."
"Says the boy who lives in a crate." With that Lawson pulled out his knife, and the screaming started.
"Do you remember me?" For the first time, Stan saw the golden hair falling down his face. The sly smile, that sent a chill up his spine. The blood that was splattered all over his tattered clothes. From that sight alone, Stan remembered. More memories of the worst time in his life returned. The three years that Stan had spent, with only his torturers. The years that had left him with nothing. His friends were gone, his family were gone, his life was gone. The only thing that he maintained were his memories, and it was only stupidity on the government's fault, that had left him with even that.
"Luke." He had to refrain from shuttering, as the name left his lips.
"Great to see you again Stanley." Luke laughed, fingering his favorite knife. "I heard how you were recaptured. Must have been terrible for you."
"It was. Now I have to see your disgusting face again." It took every ounce of willpower in his body for Stan to even speak, and yet he succeeded in a sarcastic comment. Somehow.
"Just tell us where they are, and things will be really easy for you. It'll be painless."
"I don't know where they are." Luke lunged forward, and slashed his knife across Stan's stomach. Blood leaked out of the wound, and poured onto the floor. It was warm against his skin. Stan had long since learned to ignore the pain.
"Bullshit."
"I don't know." The knife was brought to his face, and left a cut in his cheek. The knife trailed to the back of his head, and back around. It wasn't a deep wound, but it hurt him none the less. It stopped at his ear, and hovered for a second.
"Tell me."
"I don't know where they are." He repeated. Luke frowned, and the knife cut an inch deep into his ear. He couldn't hold in the scream anymore. The warm liquid streamed down the side of his head, and it wouldn't stop.
Stan's screaming became inhuman. The laughter that left his torturers mouth could just be heard over his cries. He was back.
Kenny winced, from behind the glass. Stan couldn't see him, but he could sure as hell see him.
Quick Summary- Butters and Tweek arrive in South Park, and find the others. Stan meets someone from his past, who likes to torture him for information. Our first glimpse into Stan's past. Kenny is watching the torture.
I actually have a plan for this story! Woohoo! There's a first time for everything!
Sorry about the late updates, but you'll be getting a lot of those. I'm trying to get a story published, and i'm hoping to get it finished but the end of Summer. All of my fanfictions will be taking a backseat to it. So much slower updates. Reviews do make a difference, because they remind me to update.
RK