Kenny doesn't want anyone to die in this situation, and even in the 4th chapter he says that being a bad person is one of his worst fears. If he DID manage to kill Craig anyway, would he even really want to? He doesn't like the idea of killing anybody, and that's just the way he is in the story. Most people would rather put someone in jail instead of murdering them in this situation. Oftentimes this is about survival, yes, but killing someone for this sort of ordeal doesn't make you any better of a person who was doing this to you in the first place. Kenny's mindset is based on this, and if he WERE to kill Craig, that would make him the same as his parents, possibly even worse. Kenny just wants to go home and live like a normal teen again and having known he had murdered someone would ruin that for him.

It had been nearly 4 days the last time he'd seen Kenny, 4 days of endless searching when the police wouldn't help. He had a bad taste in his mouth, one that made his tongue feel dry and the metal of his braces taste bitter. The ticking of his watch was one of the only things he could hear in his room, aside from his gentle breathing and the sound of pencil on paper from Karen.

The time read 4:30pm, almost, and he felt restless. He called in sick to stay home, his paranoia getting the best of him. He wanted to be there when Kenny came back, when Kenny came home. He knew it was useless to stay, but some part of him told him to wait. But he was tired of waiting, tired of hearing the same excuses from the cops.

"He's sixteen, normal age for runaways…"
"You said he's run away before, ain't that right?"

"He'll be back by tomorrow, quit worrying,"
"Listen, kid, we have plenty of missing cases to work on that are more important than yours."

He was sick of it.

"Hey, Kevvie, you holding up alright?" Karen had asked, still scribbling away on her notebook to plant in her homework answers. The brunette only looked when Kevin didn't respond, her huge green eyes going to look into her brother's. She quickly realized he was tearing up, his eyes getting wet and blurred. His lips curled downwards into a frown and his brows furrowed.

"Kevin?" At this point he couldn't take it anymore, tears already starting to roll down his sunkissed face. His shoulders started to shake and he let out a few choked sobs. Karen immediately dropped her pencil and notebook down, going over to her brother and giving him a hug.

"Hey-Hey! Kevin, It's alright!" Karen tried to comfort her brother, although her encouraging words only seemed to make the pain even worse.

"No It won't, Karen! It hasn't been okay, and it never will be! The cops won't help us, he's been gone for 4 days, and I'm losing my fucking hope! He's not coming back, and he's probably dead in a ditch somewhere!" He nearly yelled, still sobbing all the while. He wanted to tell her how sorry he was for yelling, that he was just stressed. Right now, though, he couldn't. He had too much on his mind and he knew that if he ever tried to talk he'd just start crying again. He knew Karen understood, though, but that didn't stop her from trying to reassure him.

"Hey, don't say that, Kevin. It's only been 4 days after all. We still have hope I swear. Hey, why don't we go outside after I finish my homework? Maybe go to Charlie's like we used to. It would give us enough time to relax, don't you think?" She suggested, rubbing circles into his back.

This seemed to calm him down a little, giving him enough time to reminisce. He wiped his eyes with his shirt before sighing and giving a tiny little smile to his sister.

"That… That sounds nice. Yeah, that sounds nice.."

Around an hour later, Karen was getting everything ready. She now sported her high-waisted jeans with a belt, the cuffs rolled up to show the white leg warmers underneath. She bore her black canvas flats, a blue button-up, and her favorite pink v-necked pullover sweater, which were both tucked into her pants. Her makeup was rather natural, only wearing some lip gloss with her lashes curled.

Kevin, on the other hand, didn't even get ready. He still had on his red button-up flannel tucked into his bleached jeans, white socks and his Chuck Taylors. He could care less, even deciding to be playful with it and tease Karen for dressing up to go out if only momentarily. She only responded with a huff and a grin, heading out the door and leaving Kevin behind.

It was only around 67° Fahrenheit, and he hadn't needed to bring his coat. It was nice outside, and he wondered why he hadn't gone out sooner for some fresh air. He had to admit that he felt better just breathing in the cool spring air, Karen at his side as they walked the lonely sidewalk to Charlie's.

Soon enough, though, the streets began to finally show signs of life. Couples walking down the street with ice cream in their hand (despite the chilly weather), and even kids running around and playing hide-and-seek. Kevin had almost entirely forgotten what life outside of his home and work was like, and seeing everything go on despite his mood made him feel a certain way.

Karen tugged on his sleeve, snapping him out of his thoughts as she pointed over to the diner that stood between the post office and some other cafes. She dragged him over excitedly, pushing through the doors and plastering a large smile on her face as she found a booth for them both.

"Wow, this place has changed a lot since we last came here, Kare, don't you think?" Kevin asked, resting his elbows on the table and looking around. It still had it's Retro-y look to it, the checkered tiles, and even the bright red striped booths. But something was different. It almost looked more modern than it had before.

"Yeah I guess so," She muttered, too concentrated on the menu to properly reply. As he picked up his own menu, he heard the bell on the door jingle. Two men appeared and sat down at the booth in front of them while the waitress came to ask for their drinks. Kevin ordered his, but a feeling of despair started to bubble lowly in his gut the more he looked at the two individuals.

"Hey, Karebear, do.. Those guys give you a bad vibe?" He asked, his voice lowered to where only she could hear. When she looked back, she, too, got a feeling in her stomach, shifting uncomfortably in her seat.

"Kinda… Do you wanna move?" She asked, a little freaked out at this point.

"No, no. It's fine. That'd be rude anyway. What if they're just normal people like us?" Oh, how he was wrong. So very, very wrong. Just then, he overheard their conversation in the silence of the diner, his heart thudding loudly in his ears.

"So what are you gonna do to him?" The first one had asked, his voice strained.

"What do you mean? I have him all to myself, don't I? I can't let him go now. I'd lose everything I've worked on, and besides- he'd probably nark me out or something." the second responded. It took Kevin a moment to realize that he sounded familiar, but he still couldn't quite pinpoint who without seeing his face.

The blonde one spoke up again, this time sounding a little frustrated, "Dude, come on. Did you not hear how he begged last night? Don't you.. You know, feel bad? At all? He said he wouldn't tell, and honestly, I believe him." He muttered, causing the raven-haired to growl between his teeth.

"Don't-" He sighed, calming himself down to prevent attention, "Don't... Mention that here. Of course, I feel bad, but he has to learn. It's only been 4 days so far, and he obviously hasn't shown any affection back. Only to your sorry ass." Kevin's throat ran dry, his heart thudding even louder and faster than it had before. 4 days? For what? Who were they keeping?

A small whimper unwillingly emitted from his throat as he gripped tightly onto his jeans. Karen hadn't been able to hear anything, looking over to Kevin with a worried expression on her face. "Kevin? What's wrong?" She had asked, the other going to take a sip of his water to calm himself down. "Nothing, Karen. We'll talk later. Let's just order our food."

Craig had taken Tweek out for lunch and hadn't expected much out of it. They had talked a little about Kenny, and even Craig started to feel uncomfortable considering that they were out in public. One thing he didn't know, though, was that Kevin had HEARD the ENTIRE conversation.

When it came time for them to leave, he noticed that Kevin was sitting in the booth right behind him and Karen, mustering up a smile. Little did he know, Kevin was extremely uncomfortable.

"Kevin! It's been a while, how are you? Did you,, uh... Manage to find him yet?" Craig hadn't been one for subtlety, but he felt like this was the best way to ask in order to prevent a scene from occurring in the diner. Kevin only smiled nervously and answered, his voice a little strained, "Uh.. No. No, we haven't. Do.." He hesitated, "Do you know anything about it, Craig?"

The black-haired male visibly stiffened at the question, almost as if he WANTED people to know what he had done, and yet he played it off by shifting his posture and stance. He gave a small, cool, chuckle and ruffled his own hair, which looked freshly cut.

"No, but I hope you find him soon. I'll bet he's still alive and well, albeit maybe… Scared. I mean," He feigned a look of distress, his brows knitted together as he took a pause between his sentence. And this one sentence was enough to make his blood run cold, and his face turn pale. This one sentence, this one sentence that he had heard all too many times.

"It's only been 4 days after all."

Sorry for the shorter update! I've been trying to keep up with posting!