Author's Note: So, uh, just so you know, this chapter takes place a little before last chapter and a little after last chapter. Also, I miss you guys... :C -crawls back into hole-


Chapter X:
Urge to Kill

Damien walked into the school sleepily, still a little drossy from the medicine he took earlier that morning. His hands were in his pockets as they usually were, to keep away from the cold that seemed relenting that year.

He really hated South Park at times.

He was a creature of heat. Give him the humid heat of the Hawaiian Islands and he would be happy as shit. Give him the cold, dry air of the Colorado mountains, he was as unhappy as shit.

He wasn't in the best of moods that morning.

Along with his general distaste for the weather of his home town, Damien was also a bit sleep-deprived, resulting from the sleepless night he had. He spent that sleepless night tossing and turning, thinking about important things, like every great thinker in the past.

He was going to have to get rid of Pip and soon. Not only was he getting in the way of his plans, he was also making him... feel some very annoying emotions.

As he trudged through the school halls, he stumbled upon he humble little group of Goths sitting in front of the English hall bathrooms, their backs pressed to the wall and their cigarettes unlit.

"Morning," he greeted them, stooping over the youngest, Robert, and stole his unlit cigarette.

The littler one scowled but allowed Damien to keep the cigarette and instead shifted, pulled a pack out from his back pocket, and pulled a fresh one out. He tucked it between his lips, unlit only for the purpose of not having it taken from him by teachers.

Damien slid the smooth and ever cold lighter out of his pocket and stared fondly at the shiny surface. He flicked it open, enjoying the smooth shink sound it made and the glisten of the thumbwheel and windscreen. With a fluid slide of his thumb, Damien summoned fire from the lighter and held it up to the cigarette between his teeth.

The other three gave him a less than lustrous look that spoke loud of their nocturnal nature and its disagreement with the early time.

Henrietta held herself in close, back hunched over and feet hidden under her billowing black dress. With her entire body seeming to have caved in on itself, she appeared more like a large ball of black than a gothic girl.

Logan was stretched out, his long legs across half of the hallway. His hands were knitted together across his stomach, cigarette placed between his fingers. His dark eyes were focused on the floor in Damien's direction, curling hair hanging over his face. Logan's thin face was twisted in a displeased look, his eyes obviously avoiding eye-contact with Damien.

He smiled at that.

Erik was leaning against Henrietta, his legs crossed with his hands stitched together in his lap. His head rested close to hers, his lips twisted and snarled as the cigarette flickered up and down out of habit. His eyes had flickered up at him briefly before they had fallen back inwards and pointed to the wiggling tip of his cigarette.

"Fine, don't greet me than..." He scoffed and threw himself down next to Robert, dragging in a breath of smoke slowly, savoring the feel of it on his tongue. "So, might I ask why you're all inside the school today?"

"The fucking principle threatened to suspend us..." Erik replied, still half asleep.

"... and? You can't actually be passing right now anyway, seeing as how you never go to class." he replied, straight faced.

"We're not fucking stupid," replied Logan, still avoiding any sort of eye-contact, "We get the work, we get it done. We do go to class, as rarely as it may seem. Just because we don't conform to the school's standards doesn't mean we don't know the importance of a good education."

Damien listened softly to the rumble in Logan's chest, musing inwardly at the way it projected into the Goth's voice. He shrugged, nodding thickly. "Ah, I see..."

"So, Damien, how are your wounds?" Henrietta muttered coyly, her lips formed in a half-hidden smile.

He leaned against Robert and glared at her, "Just fine," he snapped.

The little one flinched at the sickeningly close proximity they were at, presenting a warped glare to him from the corner of his eye. "Personal space, dude, seriously."

His lips twisted into a sneer and he turned his glare at Robert, "Sorry, Robbie," he leaned away, "Just can't control myself sometimes."

He huffed, "Don't call me that,"

Damien laughed sharply, "Sure thing, Robbie,"

Robert's face flushed dangerously bright and Damien felt the hairs on his neck rise, warning him that the littler of the Goths wasn't going to put up with his bullshit much longer.

He sighed, slumping back against the wall. "Robert, am I going to have to sacrifice you too?"

The group froze, a still and painful breath held simultaneously between all five of them.

Robert flinched but made no move away from him.

"What?" He snapped, feeling deeply uncomfortable with their silence. "I was joking!"

They didn't respond.

"C'mon, Robert! It's not like you're Pip or something!" He grinned, voice light-hearted.

Red Goth stood up sharply, turning his blazing gaze down on him. "What was that?" he snapped.

He scoffed, "God damn, Erik, I was joking! You're too stuck up for your own goo—!"

"No!" Erik cut in, his eyes stretched as far wide as they could go, "No! This isn't about your sense of humor, this isn't about Robert; this isn't about us! This is about you and that idiot, Pip!"

His face twisted. He certainly wasn't expecting that.

"You're really planning on killing him aren't you?" His throat caught and Damien could see his swallow bobble in his neck. His eyes had darkened, sunk in and accusing. They weren't much unlike Logan's, too far knowing and too far tired.

He sucked on his cheek a minute and glared at him. "Maybe," he finally replied. A sick sort of twist tightened in his stomach, making him clench his muscles and hold his breath very gently.

His face burned with anger and stomped his foot sharply against the floor, glaring with such a look Damien almost felt a little frightened. The keyword was 'almost,' however. "You,"

He could feel a fit coming and he took a small step back.

"Fucking,"

He could feel the other's eyes on him.

"Sicko!" his jaw was clenched as he projected his voice. "You sick piece of shit! I don't like the little fag but I certainly won't allow you to hurt the little fucker!" With shaking hands, he pulled out his lighter a lit the cigarette that he been clenched in his hand. He shoved it between his teeth and took a shaking breath.

Damien glared.

Then, Erik turned around swiftly and marched down the hall.

"Where are you going?" He snapped.

He didn't stop. As he marched onward, his form slowly grew smaller down the long hall. Just about to round the corner, Damien shot forward and screamed at the top of his lungs, "Fuck, Erik, get back here!"

Damien, I love you!

His thoughts were reorganized when Erik sent his fist into his face with a rather impressive right swing. Damien collapsed onto the ground and sprawled, casting a dangerous glare up at the two, towering Goths.

"Now is this really fair?" He growled deep from his throat as he stared up at them, slowly pressing his arms downward and gently got to his feet.

"This isn't some school-yard fight, Damien." Logan said, stepping over and pressing his foot flat against his chest. He forced him down and onto his back fully.

Damien wrapped his hands around the ankle and wrenched sideways with all his strength, successfully doing nothing more than pissing the Goth off more.

However, he did take his foot off him and knelt down, his long face contorted into an even uglier look. He was awake now, Damien noted as he glared back into those dark eyes.

"What is it then?" He spat.

"It's a termination."

His eyes screwed into his face sharply. He lurched upwards and latched his hands down upon his shoulders. He jerked himself up to his feet and swiftly swung his foot over to Logan's face.

He was stopped by Logan's hands and found Erik's fist in his face once again. He stumbled back and coughed, startled by the powerful impact onto his features. He held his paining cheek and sucked on his teeth. "A termination?" he squawked, "So in order to save that fag, you plan on killing me?"

"No, I don't plan on killing anything, especially not a person," Logan slowly rose to his feet, "No; I just plan on ending this bullshit once and for all. It's a termination of this plan of yours."

"I plan on making you as ugly on the outside as you are on this inside." Erik threatened, adding his voice in like a foot-note.

Logan glanced at Erik warningly, "We don't like Pip. Not a bit. But, we're not just going to stand around and watch some innocent kid like him be killed for your sick, satanic purposes. There are other ways to be acknowledged, Damien."

He snorted, "Like you'd know." His face was frozen into a serious twist, his body starting to feel the ache and pains from both the injuries he sustained earlier and the ones he got the day before. "You know nothing. None of you know anything. Ignorant idiots! This is the only way!"

Erik charged and slammed his shoulder deep into the pit of Damien's stomach. This sent them both colliding into the floor, leaving them into a messy pile of limbs and groans of pain. The one with the dyed roots was the first to sit up, just as he was the one who was first to attack, and he straddled the darker one with his knees.

The halls started to gain volume with children and before any of the three knew it, there as a circle of kids around them, all shouting beefs to them, urging the fight to continue.

He sent his fist into Damien's stomach and recoiled as the boy below him spat in his face.

"Get off me!" ordered Damien as he thrashed about, his fists pounding relentlessly at Erik's knees. "Get the fuck off me right now!"

He winced but held on, clenching his legs closer to his sides and pinching his waist painfully.

"Fight, fight, fight,"

"I swear to Satan I will hurt you Erik is you don't get off me right now!" A growl rumbled from Damien's throat and he could feel it vibrate deep within his stomach and throughout the rest of his body. He was sure Erik could feel it as well.

Logan backed away, wariness evident in his eyes. His nerves were wearing thin it seemed.

"Like fuck you will!" He slugged him in the side of his face for a third time and his face showed his pleasure for doing so. There was no attempt to mask his pleasure with hurting Damien, but it was really starting to annoy the dark boy.

He jerked upwards, practically sitting up, and he punched him back.

Erik jerked and loosened his grip, giving Damien the opportunity to kick and thrash his way out from under him.

Damien scrambled to his feet and delivered a sweet and necessary blow to Erik's face with his foot. He smiled as the thrill of attack rushed deep into his veins and he only grew more excited when the crowd of students cheered him along.

Erik collapsed onto the flat tile of the floor and blood sluggishly ran from his nose. With wide eyes, he lifted his head to look up at Damien, filled with shock and surprise. It soon boiled over with rage and he leapt to his feet, charging his way into Damien's stomach again.

"Erik, calm down!" Logan barked towards the outer ring of their arena.

Damien planted his hands against both of the other boy's shoulders and pushed him away.

Erik fell over and landed on his behind, his hands clenched too tightly and his breath coming out in shaking intervals.

Damien stalked forward and snarled at him.

He snarled back.

"I warned you, Erik." He lifted his foot and stomped downwards.