AN: So this one is for Deanna. I was texting with her, said the word lost, and remembered how I was lost last night. Also, if you see any typos, ignore them please. This thing I`m writing in, has no spell check! Sorry D:
LOST
Clyde sniffled in fear, eyes darting around nervously. He had no idea where the fuck he was. Kenny and Craig had taken him out here, to a house party. Things had gotten heated up real fast. Some girl had shoved her hand down his pants, and he had decided to leave. Clyde didn`t want to cheat on his girlfriend. Bebe gave him enough tail, that he didn`t need to go looking for other place.
Somehow, Craig and Kenny didn't understand that. Both had refused to leave the party to drive him home...then again, he didn't really think either of them driving was a good idea. Not two horus into the party, and they were both piss drunk.
Clyde had been walking for an hour. He had just set off the way they had come, and walked. Now he was in a dark alley behind a shady looking shop, with no idea where the fuck he was. Clyde's eyes darted up at the sound of someone chuckling.
"Hey there princess." The man growled, stepping towards him. Clyde backed up quickly, flinching when he hit someone else.
He wasn't a pussy - he knew how to fight. You didn't go to County High without knowing how to fight. The other kids always picked on the South Park citizens, and it got nasty once in a while. He could hold his own, but not against three guys.
He closed his eyes, took a breath, then slammed his fist into the face of one of them. He heard a pleasing crunch, informing him that he had broken a nose. A sense of pride swelled inside of him, but was instantly squelched as a fist connected with his stomach.
He struggled and fought as best he could, praying that whatever they were going to do, they would finish soon.
*
Eric groaned as he rolled over to answer his cell phone. It was three in the morning, and he had no idea who would be idiot enough to wake him from his sleep. He flipped the cell open, holding it to his ear. "What?!" He shouted, making his annoyance clear.
"E-Eric." The idiot person stuttered. Eric could tell that they were crying.
"Clyde? What the fuck? You were supposed to me home two hours ago!" He shouted. "Did those assholes get drunk and pass out? Huh?"
"C-can you just come p-pick me up?" Clyde stuttered. He sounded cold. Eric glanced out his window and realized it was snowing. Again. And dumb ass fucking Clyde hadn't brought a fucking jacket.
"Where are you?" He demanded, out of bed and changing from pajama shorts to track pants.
"I don't know!" His twin wailed, causing him to cringe.
"Okay. Hang up the phone. I'll be there soon, I promise. I'll call you back." Eric clicked his phone shut before lunging at his computer. He had gotten Clyde his cell phone for Christmas, and with a very specific reason.
It had a GPS system.
*
Eric stepped out of his truck, stomping over to the alley. He knew if Clyde was inside someplace, he would have given him the name.
He didn't call out for his twin. Lord knew what kind of scum would be hiding around a place like this. He strode forward, silent save for his boots crunching in the snow. As he stepped into the alley, he heard soft, sniffling whimpers.
Moving quickly, he walked around a large dumpster. Rats screeched at him, darting out of the way of his steel toed boots. He stopped when he finally caught sight of Clyde.
They had taken everything.
His shirt, his shoes, his sweater. He wore only a pair of boxers, and his socks. Lord knows how he mangaed to keep his cell phone.
Eric swallowed a lump in his throat as he moved closer. So much blood. His poor twin was bleeding from his nose, his mouth. He was covered in purple bruises, and his fingers were turning black. Frostbite, the intelligent part of Eric's mind supplied. He beat that part down, not wanting to think about it.
He picked his brother up, and carried him to the car, despite Clyde's protests of "I'm fine, I'm fine."
He drove to Hell's Pass silently. He sat, motionless when the police came to question Clyde. He listened intently, and two weeks later, a man went missing.
A week after that, another man disapeared.
On the fourth week, a month from the attack, three bodies were found in a dumpster, near a chinese food store. Brutalized and broken, they were completely naked.
Eric and Clyde never spoke of it again, except for one night, years later, when Clyde whispered a quiet "Thank you." To which his twin responded with a shrug.