Part I: Running
Chapter X: Recovery and Explanation

"TELL ME!"

"I didn't know that you'd fall in love with him, Damien. This was planned a little after you were born."

He stared at him, transfixed, before he slowly opened his mouth to speak.

"He's the Anti-Christ isn't he?" Damien asked in a slightly muted tone.

"If my plan works, you'll be the only one."

"Pip keeps on having these dreams about Armageddon. I'm not shown at all!"

Satan straightened at the statement, "You haven't?"

"No!"

"Hrm… Yes, well, that shall soon be fixed."

"W-Wait! I don't love Pip! Dude, that's not the way I swing!" He shouted, finally remembering his father's past statement.

Satan rolled his eyes and pulled another tub of ice cream out of the cooler near the couch.

"Yeah, and I'm straight."

"Why do people keep on saying that?"

His vision turns red as blood drips in his eyes. He wobbles on the spot, feeling light-headed, and watches the Anti-Christ loom closer and closer towards him.

"Philip, I told you not to resist my friends."

His vision begins to fade in and out before his knees finally give out and he collapses onto the bloody earth.

"I won't allow you to take Jerusalem." Pip tells him, even within the very weak position, as his visions blacks in and out.

"Too late Pip, but it's mine!"

His sight blurs, more blood drips onto his lashes, and he slowly rests his head against the ground.

"Bastard!"

Pip woke up without making a sound for once.

Damien stood at his side, eyes glowing, and frowned deeply.

"Never, ever, do anything so risky that it could get you killed."

"D-Damien,"

"Ever,"

Pip frowned and he quietly readjusted himself. He peered at the clock and found it to be very early in the morning. He wondered why Damien was still around.

"What day is it?" He asked, feeling deeply disoriented.

"Wednesday; why?"

He smiled brightly, "Today is the day I get to take these off! Jolly good!"

Damien's forehead creased.

Pip had never noticed how deep they were. He wondered when they had started to appear and hoped that those worry lines weren't made for him.

"Will you tell me what happened?"

Damien still did nothing. His eyes were no longer on him.

Pip lowered his gaze to his arms and pouted unconsciously.

The Anti-Christ squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head briefly. He stepped up to him and hugged him tightly.

"Stop being so sad."

"I-I'm sorry,"

He pulled away and placed a quick peak on his cheek, "Don't be sorry. But seriously, stop making me so gay."

Pip stared, pouting.

"I'm serious, stop that!"

He didn't stop.

"Pip, don't."

He couldn't bring himself to stop.

Damien slid his hands underneath Pip's ears and brought him closer.

Pip's heart hammered so hard he could feel it in his fingertips.

"Damien," He huffed.

He pulled away, hands sliding back to his pockets, and looked at him with an amused look, "Yes?"

Pip sputtered.

Damien rolled his eyes and turned to leave the room. He exhaled heavily before he murmured with joy, "Gay Chicken is so much fun, sometimes." Then he promptly left.

"W-Wait, Damien!"

Just move your arm in a rotating motion."

He squeezed his eyes shut and felt his shoulder blades move stiffly. It hurt a little.

"Good, good. Now the other arm."

He repeated, wincing.

"Well, Philip, they seem to be healing well. I'm afraid there is still quite a lot of scar tissue, which may be a problem later. I'll schedule a surgery to get rid of some of that soon."

"Can I use my arms before that?"

She laughed to herself, "Yes, of course. Don't strain yourself though."

"Of course!"

The doctor smiled and stepped away from him and to the door.

He looked over his shoulder and strained to see the jagged scars that rested upon his back. He could feel something in his stir as he spotted a long tendril of pink of the scar.

"What the bloody hell happened to me?"

Sally looked over at Damien with a pale face. She gestured nonsense as she worried.

He kept a cool face, "You were… Attacked."

"What?"

"You were attacked…" His eyes squinted and fire burned.

Pip wasn't expecting that.

"W-Wouldn't I remember?" He was shocked. How could he have possibly forgotten about something like that?

"Repressed memory."

He sat still, looking at nothing, while thinking nothing.

"Who did it?"

"Eric Cartman."

And everything came back to him. Sweat poured down his face and he could feel the fear curl up in his joints. His heart raced as memories of everything that happened that evening came back to him; from the car trunk, to the mess that was formerly called Kenny, and to his attack. Everything.

Pip's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he collapsed back onto the hospital bed.

"Bastard!" The second Anti-Christ yells as he rushes up to Pip.

The young man continues to fade in and out of consciousness; the head wound already releasing too much blood too fast.

The darker-haired of the two slowly steps forward to help Pip to his feet. He slings the blonde's arm over his shoulder and squeezes him tightly to his side.

Pip rests his head on his shoulder, "You came back, Damien," he says happily, quietly.

He presses a kiss on the blonde's cheek and shakes his head.

The brown-haired Anti-Christ claps at the couple, grinning with an eerie enjoyment.

"What a sweet moment. Truly heart-warming." He says.

Damien glares at him, baring his teeth and all.

"And to think, when we were children, I thought you were straight. But oh well, like father like son, they say."

The fire around them grows as Damien's unruly temper grows.

Pip grips the Anti-Christ's hip and stares at him with large eyes. He speaks slowly, "Calm down, Damien."

His attention turns to the Pirrip again. He finally decides what to do.

"I'll be back for you," Damien swears as he picks Pip up from the side.

"Déjà vu," the other comments with a laugh.

He rips open a hole to Hell and carries Pip down into the bowels.

The other Anti-Christ doesn't move, even as his suit is set on fire.

"Pip! Wake up! Wake up!" Damien yelled, shaking the little seventeen-year-old.

His eyes snap open. Large, blue, afraid.

"He's going to kill me,"

"Tell me what you saw."

He stared at him, stomach squirming and heart pounding, "I saw you,"

Damien let go of Pip's shoulders and looked at him quietly, "What did I do?"

Sally exited the room, looking at them with sadness.

Pip flushed and gulped dryly, "You helped me off the ground and—and," he shuddered, "and kissed me on the cheek. Uh-Um, there was another man there. I—um, you set him on fire. Um… I woke up after that."

He rocked back on his heels as he stared at him with mild shock, "Oh yeah?"

Pip nodded.

They said nothing.

"Are you leaving soon?"

"Yeah…"

"Oh…"

"Yeah…"

He backed away slowly and felt his blood pressure rise.

The two goons smiled at him, knowing their boss' words.

"You want to die?" The brunette asked.

He stopped in his tracks, remembering Eric's words as well. He gave in.

The black-haired teen cackled and grabbed Pip by the elbow.

He was dragged to the Cartman household.