South Park
Dip
Ungodly Addiction
Rating: M for strong language, adult themes, nudity, violence, sexual… stuff… and a really crappy storyline.
I have a universal Disclaimer in my Profile, so all angry mobs bearing pitchforks and torches are unnecessary.
Warning: This chapter is rated M. The squeamish are advised to skip to the AN at the end, k?
**DIP**
The Fatass lunges forward, flabby arms wide and hands curling inwards as if to make a grab at me. I drop to the floor and roll aside before he has the chance to move. I hear a loud crash and an even louder curse, and I spin around to see Cartman rubbing his now red nose and muttering filthy words under his breath.
I can't help it, I start laughing. Honestly, who else would go to molest someone and end up walking into a metal pipe? It's priceless.
I hear a strangled roar and quickly wipe the tears of mirth from my eyes, only to see a fat fist head straight for my face.
Oh shit.
The force of the punch sends me staggering backwards a few steps, and fresh tears spring into my eyes – ones of pain. I shake my head and face the Fatass once more. He's snarling like an animal and trying to approach me in what he obviously deems an intimidating stance. It looks like a drunken sumo trying to stand on one leg and touch his nose. I struggle to quell the urge to laugh again, but a snicker still manages to pass my lips.
That beautiful shade of purple is there again, and I dance out of the way of Eric's one-man stampede just in time to avoid a broken spine. He crashes into that poor chair he brought down so long ago, splintering it into several pieces.
Better it than me, I guess.
I start running towards the stairs, hoping to get out of the house now that I'm finally out of those accursed chains. I hear Cartman cursing loudly.
"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"
Oh no, he did not just call to his mother for help.
Pathetic.
I turn to stare at him incredulously, only to groan when I hear that deluded woman come tottering towards the basement door. Cartman takes the opportunity to lunge at me, and I duck. He crashes into the basement door, effectively shutting his dopey mother outside and giving me a chance to get away from him again.
"Eric? Sweetie, are you okay?" I hear through the door. Cartman bellows a response that sends her running away, before turning to leap at me again red in the face and panting.
The Fatass really is struggling to stay upright. He probably hasn't exercised this much in… well, ever. I dodge his advances yet again and pause to examine my surroundings, hoping for a way out.
I spy a window a few steps away and move towards it, only to trip and fall to the floor. I look around to see a fat, grubby hand wrapped around my ankle. The Fatass snuck up on me whilst I was looking for an escape. Bastard.
He was grinning maliciously as he dragged me towards him. I flailed, feeling smug satisfaction when I managed to kick him in the face. Feeling his nose break under my old shoe was oddly comforting. I'm not completely helpless.
The Fatass roared in pain and jerked his hand roughly. The movement yanked me backwards and at an awkward angle, and I screamed when I felt the pressure snap my ankle.
There's no escape for me now, and judging by the shit-eating grin on the grotesque face, he knows it.
I struggle to keep the tears of pain from blurring my sight; and I kick my good leg, catching the bastard's wrist. He yelps and lets me go. I immediately turn to try and get myself as far away from him as possible before he decides to come after me.
Before I could get more than two boy lengths away from him, the Fatass comes charging at me, snarling viciously. I raise my hand to protect my head and chest, only to yelp when he lands heavily on top of me, knees either side of my thighs.
This is not going well.
I feel him pry my arms away from my body and pin them above my head. I glare up at him, all of my loathing and anger as evident on my face as his smug hatred is visible on his. The Fatass leers at me, before pulling something out of his coat pocket.
He dangles it in front of my face, and I see a pocket switch-blade. A knife.
He flicks it open and traces my cheek with it. I wince as its freshly sharpened blade trails a line of blood down my face. I never would've picked Cartman for blood play.
He laughs at my disgusted expression, before pinning my arm flat out t my side, wrist to the air and sleeves rolled up to my elbows.
"He'll never see you without seeing me," He said again, whispering it almost to himself, the mad tosser.
Before I have the chance to ask him what the hell he's on about, my voice is taken away from me, along with my breath. I choke, gasping for oxygen as he lies on top of me and moves both arms to my exposed one.
A pudgy hand holds my elbow in place, and I suddenly feel a stab of pain. My breathless scream sounds somewhat strangled as again and again he cuts into my arm, in a seemingly ordered fashion. I gasp for breath, and scream again.
Eventually the pain changes from the constant stabbing to a dull stinging, and I feel the Fatass heave his massive weight off my chest, leaving me free to regain my breath. I feel the gasping sobs slowly return to normal, and eventually feel recovered enough to take a look at what he's done to me.
At first all I see is red. Red blood splattered all over my sleeve, my arm, the floor, the knife that he's left next to my elbow, too far away for me to grab and use against him…
Bastard.
Then, eventually, the red on my arm gains clarity. What was once random slices now become letters, a single word, carved into my body for all to see:
FAGGOT.
I feel tears slide down my face as I realise that the hated word will be with me forever, and I will never be able to look myself in the mirror without seeing those scars and remembering this accursed room and this bastard.
That's what he meant by not seeing me without seeing him. Fucking hell.
That Fatass was panting. How could cutting up someone exhaust him so? He's more pathetic than I gave him credit for.
"You're… pathetic…" I wheeze; my breath is still shaky. I think I'm going to be sick. "How can one lousy word be so much effort? You sicken me."
Hey, if I'm going to Hell, I want it to be thorough.
I hear the Fatass growl, and I start laughing. I'm not even sure why. It's probably that or start crying. Honestly, does he think a mere noise will make me fear him now? He has cut me, made me bleed. I don't think anything will frighten me now.
The laughing dies out as a roll to the side – the side not stained with my own blood – and vomit violently, absently trying to get as much of it on the bastard's shoes as possible. Petty revenge, but satisfying nonetheless as his broken nose twitches and his face screws up in disgust.
"Watch where you're leaving your gay germs, faggot," He hisses, walking around my prone form and bending to pick up the tainted knife. I laugh again, my voice ragged and my throat tasting like bile.
"You think… that calling me faggot will… insult me in the slightest?" I hiss, eyes flashing with rebellion. I hate this man. I hate him with a passion. If Satan were to appear now in all his glory and drag this bastard kicking and screaming to the lowest, most painful pits of Hell right at this moment, it would still be too good for this fat fuck.
"You think anything you do to me now will have any effect on me?" I dare in a hoarse grunt.
The answering grin says it all, really.
"Oh poor, naïve Pip… I'm no where near done with you yet." The Fatass sneers, before leaning down to trace another bloody trail down my other cheek.
AN ~
I am so sorry, guys. Really. I can't believe it's taken me so long to get my stuff together and write this.
I just hope there are still people out there who are still reading this, after all the messing around I've done to you poor people.
Apologies and internet ice cream for all!
Now, I know in my last AN I promised epiphanies and sexual tension, but that lot will have to wait until the next chapter, which I'm glad to say is already half-written. You won't have to wait so long this time!
But hey, I never said the sexual tension was between Cartman and Pip, did I? I still earned my M rating, as far as I'm aware… I'm sorry for any squeamish readers who have disliked this chapter, and all flames are welcome, considering I'm going to Hell anyway…
All those expecting rape, I'd just like to point out that none of the aspects of this story are stereotypical, and so you shouldn't expect the norm ;) I mean, you've all been saying how you like this different version of Pip, so I couldn't let him be violated by Fatass, now could I?
That's just cruel.
And so, until next time!
Zanchev.
PS. To all those adorable squeamish people who took my advice and are thoroughly confused right now, this chapter is basically Cartman torturing Pip with a knife. No rape, no sexy stuff at all. Pure violence. Oh, and Pip now has the word 'faggot' carved into his arm.
Carry on.
Z.
