There Is Hope, Tweek

Craig X Tweek

Written by JEL

Third person P.O.V.

My intentions

That I have

Will never be your knowledge

My intentions

Of my heart

Is one you shall never know

My intentions

That I worked for

Are gone

Amalia pull a leaf from Tweek's hair. "Your hair is always quite a mess, isn't it?"

"K-kinda…" Tweek lean against the tree, closing his eyes. As air blow more leaves down, another landed in his hair, his small friend promptly removing it as she had before.

"You're tired." She said.

"A… little…" Tweek began speaking slowly, as if he had to think about every syllable as he said it.

"Why is that? Are you worrying about something? Perhaps your family?"

"No, I just…" He trail off, no real reason in his head.

"Why did you run away from your family? Were they bad people?"

"No, of course not… They were just…" Tweek breathe deeply. "… Unhelpful…"

"Unhelpful? Oh, you mean with your anxiety."

"… Yeah…"

"Hm. Well, that's understandable. You don't seemed anxious now, though." Amalia smile. "Is that, perhaps, because you haven't had any of that - what do you call it? Um… that bean water, I know it's name…"

"Coffee…" Tweek said sleepily.

"Yes. Coffee. You said it makes people more awake and aware."

"I guess…"

"I've never had anything like coffee. It sounds endearing, though. Although, many things I haven't tried sound rather interesting. The outside has always sounded like a fascinating place to me. But Father says it's dangerous, that's why we all live here, where it's safe."

"Father?" Tweek asked.

"Yes, my father. He's the head of the village, because he's, well…" She place a finger on her chin. "I don't particularly know WHY, but he is a very smart man. Perhaps that's why, all on it's own."

"Where's your mom? Do you have one?"

"Mother? Never met her, though I've always wished I would've. Father said she was an all seer."

"All seer? What's that mean?"

"Well, that's what I am. She knew things without having been told."

"What happened to her?"

"I don't know. Father won't tell me. All he's ever said of what happened to my mother, was that she did things against his wishes."

"Against his wishes… And you've never wondered about what that meant? You didn't ever find out on your own with your… powers, or whatever..?"

"Oh, it's my nature to wonder. But I'm afraid the heavens won't give me this information."

"Oh… I see…" Tweek didn't think he liked the sound of this place.

Amalia laugh a little. "But you don't have to worry about me. I'm here to help you, after all."

"Huh? Help me?"

"Mmhm. I feel that it's my duty to help you. I can release you."

"From what..?"

Amalia put her hand in the middle of his chest. "From your pain."

"… And how're you gonna do that..?"

"Using fate." She smile bigger.

"I'm… not following."

"Tweek, you know that fate is the inevitable result of life. There's no changing it, and there's no avoiding it. You believe in fatalism, I know."

"… Y-yeah…"

"Then you must understand why I'm going to say this: Later in your life, you'll be free of your pain that you receive from Him."

"R-really?"

"Yes. But, an event has to trigger your future."

"And… what event is that?"

"My death." Amalia said this gruesome thing with such a pleasant and happy face.

"Wh-what?!" Tweek startle.

"In order for you to be free, I must die by your or His hands."

"B-but I ca- I won't let-"

"Tweek, it is fate. It cannot be changed or altered."

"But I… You're so young and…"

"Oh, Tweek. Everybody's too young when they die. Now, here." She pulled out a lighter and set it in his hand.

"What… am I gonna do with this..?"

"He'll know. Now, drift off. You're fatigued."

"But if I go to sleep, He'll come out and-… and…"

"I know." She place a hand over his eyes. "It will all work out, I promise. But you need to sleep, please."

"I-… Are you sure that I'll-"

"I am fully positive."

"But… how exactly is you dying gonna-"

"It will surface full circle, and my death will be the beginning. I cannot let you leave here if I am still alive." Amalia close her eyes. "The circle must start to be completed, after all."

"I just… I don't want to kill you…"

"Tweek, I am nothing but a casualty in the beginning of the circle. I will not be the last. If you wish to be free, you have to take my life. He is going to attempt to rip your soul from the inside out, and I know that you are weak against Him, but you have the power to help stop Him. Please, I urge you to take this opportunity." Amalia pulled a leaf from his hair. "It was my purpose to help you. Let me fulfil my purpose."

"I-…"

"Shh." She held his hands, her small warmth the equivalent to a fire on his cold skin. "Drift, God's tortured child. The room of goal is to the east."

Tweek's eyes close and his shoulders ease, the sound of his breath too quiet to hear. "… Thank you…"

She hummed in response, letting him slowly breathe in and out as the same horrid thought traveled through their minds. They would never see each other again, and one wouldn't remember the other until many years afterwards, though he didn't know of that. And as he drift off, she smile sadly. She had promised she wouldn't get too attached, but she'd been attached before she ever really met him.

After minutes of silence, His eyes opened and looked at her indifferently. Amalia stare back.

"Hmm. Seems as though you think I'm some kind of monster." He said.

"I do not think that. We are both human."

"How can you be sure I am?"

"I'm not."

He raise an eyebrow. "And you just assumed I'd kill you?"

"Does your blood thirsty craving not control you?"

"Nothing controls me. I can do what I want."

"But the blood lust is your drive, motive. And you enjoy it immensely, I know. Pleasure has always been a puppet master, since primitive times." She hummed again. "But you are different from any human. You're not easily slayed by humanistic wants or needs. You are not a typical murderer. You don't need or desire the drive, you just do it to feel human."

"Tsk- You sure are presumptuous about me."

"You are afraid, on some level."

He laugh. "Fear is ridiculous. I'm not stupid, I'm not going to fear anything that I can rip apart with my bare hands."

"You're scared that you can't feel."

"I'm not scared of anything. I kill to show the idiots that happiness is never permanent. Power and control is nothing when you're being strangled."

"You kill because you don't understand why others have feelings and you don't. You want others to feel as cold and miserable as you do."

He furrow His brows, not saying anything.

"You hate seeing their eyes contort in pain because it reminds you of yourself, how you feel every moment of your life. So you simply cut them out, harvest their eyeballs for looking at you, and reminding you of how you feel. Making others miserable is what makes you forget that you feel like this."

"Shut up."

"You're afraid to face what you are. You can't feel pleasure, you are never happy. You are distant and unfeeling, and because of that you are afraid."

"I said shut up."

"I'm not the one who thinks you're a monster. You think you're a monster."

He wrap his hands around her neck and squeeze. "I SAID SHUT UP!"

Amalia stare at Him stoically. Her eyes didn't show fear, she wasn't scared. He pressed down harder.

"What? Aren't you scared?"

She shook her head a little. "No…"

He dug His nail into her throat. "WHY?! WHY AREN'T YOU SCARED OF ME?!"

Amalia gently drifted her hands to wrap around his neck and rest them there. "Because you… are… not a monster…"

He pressed down with all His strength, and a crack sounded. Amalia's arms fell limp and her eyes lost life. He had broken her neck and snapped her spine. He stayed there, looking at her face for a while. It wasn't the usual kind of face He was used to. There wasn't a hint of fear or agony, it almost looked… as if she died peacefully.

He wipe the hot liquid pouring from his eyes and headed toward the front of the village. He pulled out the lighter and examined it before lighting the small fire it bare. He put His hand above the flame, it practically engulfed in it. Some part of Him was always infatuated with fire. He looked around Him, the wood and straw huts seeming so FUCKING vulnerable. On an impulse, He threw the lit lighter at one of them, and ran as fast as He could toward the gate. He made it through a crack in the giant shutting doors, and high tailed it into the forest before the guards even knew what was happening. He was gone before anyone had realized to run after Him. The little girl was dead, and somebody's house was on fire, and yet… He gained no satisfaction from any of it.

The next thing Tweek knew, he was home, and he couldn't remember anything. His alter ego had forgotten as well, much to His discomfort. It was a repressed memory, and it no longer existed in neither conscious nor subconscious.

His head hurt. It was like it was burning. He couldn't hear, couldn't see. The air in His head felt like it was expanding, squishing His brain against His skull. He couldn't tell the difference between his blood and His tears anymore, and the rage had boiled over.

In an incredible burst of strength, He got His arm free from a guard's grip and pull him to the ground in front of Him. The gun Mirecrest held went off, hitting the guard in the back. While the other's were stunned, He thrashed free, sprinting to where His axe lie. Once He had it in His hands, He was able to tackle the cult leader to the floor, taking the gun for Himself.

He pressed His shoe to Mirecrest's throat, and aimed the gun at the guards that held Nikole and Craig.

"I'll have you know I have impeccable aim, so let 'em go, fuckers. Then I want you to get outta here."

They quickly did as they were instructed, and He looked down at the old man at His mercy. Mirecrest was only struggling to breathe just a bit, and looked up at Him angrily.

"Y'know…" He wipe the blood from his nose. "*Sniff* I gotta give you credit. You tried. I'll admit, this was quite a challenge."

"Damn you to hell… you demon..! There's a special place for you… right in hell..!"

"Yeah… There is. It's called a throne." He fired the gun right into Mirecrest's temple, his body immediately losing fight.

He contemplated there for a moment. Some part of Him felt hollow, somehow. The other part was getting off on all this blood. But, there was this strange feeling inside Him, that was odd. He couldn't quite pinpoint what this feeling was, but He guessed it was associated with Him finally feeling pure fear. He could always feel fear, He supposed. He just kind of… ignored it, became numb to it. But today, He couldn't ignore it. And now that He remembered what Amalia had said, it made Him see that everything she said was so painfully true.

He was tired. He looked over to Craig and Nikki, who stood a bit awestruck. The three were the only living things in that whole room, and it only felt like two were in there. He had a lifeless feel to His presence, so much so that made it so creepy to stare at Him. He walked over to the black book, placed it in Nikki's bag, and went to hand it to her silently. He then gave Craig back his gun. They took their belongings reluctantly, and Craig grabbed His hand, inspecting his self inflicted wound.

"Did you really have to do this to yourself?" Craig asked Him.

He said nothing.

"Well, let's get out of here." Nikki said. "I don't think anybody else will attempt to kill us now, so we can just hurry out."

"Right, let's go."

END PT10

Eyyy... Been nearly a year, huh?

*Gulp*

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