Yes! I'm so happy people like this story so much! In fact I'm so happy that I wrote this new chapter! Woohoo! Okay, so first of all, I'm gonna say thanks again to the people who reveiwed on the last chapter: flores para los muertos, Coffeey (Yes, cutting yourself would probably hurt...and Cartman is a bastard hehe), and InnuendoLuva! I LOVE you all!

Okay, so it gets a little bit freaky in this chapter, but try to stay with me. There'll be author's notes at the end incase you didn't get something, and don't forget to reveiw if something confuses you, too!

Disclaimer: I don't own South Park.

Chapter Three: Insanity

Kyle was almost to Tweek's house now, his head still pounding. He hadn't really talked to Tweek for a long time... Tweek had started to hang out with some kids that were a couple of years older than him and he just kind of stopped hanging out with kids his own age.

Although Kyle hadn't been to Tweek's house in a while, anyone with half a brain could tell that they were getting close when they smelled the strong scent of coffee in the air. Usually, Kyle would have liked the smell. However, today it was too strong and it just made his head feel worse for some reason.

Kyle approached the door of Tweek's house slowly. It had been so long...he wondered if Tweek would be too scared to open the door anyway. That kid was really weird. Kyle knocked lightly on the door. He heard footsteps running down the stairs, and some locks being undone, then the door swung open and there stood a fourteen-year-old Tweek. He looked almost the same as he had in elementary school, except now he was much taller. Kyle thought he might be the tallest kid in their grade. He also looked really skinny and pale for some reason. There were bags under his eyes and he had sort of sunken in cheeks. He kind of resembled a skeleton. He still wore a shirt that had buttons, but that were buttoned improperly so that you could see parts of his stomach. His blonde hair was far worse than it had been before, too. It was much messier and a little bit longer. Tweek twitched and shut his left eye completely as he opened the door.

"Did you bring the stuff, man! AH!" he said in a high-pitched voice, clearly expecting someone other than Kyle. He seemed a little bit frightened when he looked and saw Kyle standing there.

"Umm...no," Kyle began, "But can I come in anyway?"

"...Why?" Tweek asked nervously, starting to shake a little bit. But that was normal for him.

"Tweek, I want to talk to you about, well...you," Kyle said, not really knowing how to say what he wanted to. He did want to talk to Tweek about Tweek, but also about all the other kids, too.

"AH! That's really weird, man!" Tweek shrieked in that same high-pitched voice.

"Tweek, seriously, I need to talk to you!" Kyle said, getting a little irritated at the twitching boy now. His head throbbed painfully as his voice rose. Tweek looked a little bit frightened by Kyle's sudden outburst.

"Man, that is way too much pressure! If you don't yell, then you can come in for like a minute!" Tweek said as he left the door open and turned his back on Kyle, pulling chunks of his own hair out as he walked up the stairs. Kyle followed him.

Once the two boys were in Tweek's room, Tweek sat on his bed and pointed to a chair by a computer sitting on top of a desk. "Sit there!" he said, not trying to sound angry, but shreiking like he always did. "Now, what did you want to talk to me about?"

Kyle sighed. "Well, I've been thinking a lot lately, you know, about how we all used to hang out and have so much fun when we were kids." Kyle looked at Tweek for some sign that he knew where Kyle was going with this. There was nothing but a little more twitching, so he continued. "And I thought that maybe if I talked to everyone, then they could get some...help...or something."

"AH! No way man! You are NOT gonna put me in rehab!" Tweek screamed, starting to shake more violently. He jumped up off of his bed and started to head for his bedroom door.

"Tweek, calm down!" Kyle said. He got up and grabbed Tweek's wrist so that he couldn't get out. As Kyle grabbed the boy's arm, his shirt sleeve was pushed up and Kyle felt something strange on his skin. Tweek realized that Kyle had felt this and wrenched his arm from the Kyle's grasp. Tweek just twitched for a few moments, still holding his own arm, and then looked down at his feet.

"...Tweek?" Kyle said in a concerned voice. Everyone knew that Tweek smoked pot, but nobody knew anything about him using needles for anything. "Tweek," he said in a more stern voice. Tweek didn't look up. He was still holding his arm, now rubbing the spot Kyle had felt the bumbs on.

"...I-I didn't know what to do when they asked me if I wanted to try it," Tweek said in a frighteningly calm voice, especially for him. "I just did it 'cause I didn't want them to kick me out...I don't h-have anywhere else to go. I left you guys...I guess-I guess I figured you'd never take me back after that..." Tweek leaned back against his closed door and slid to the floor, still holding onto his arm. He started to cry.

"Tweek, it's-it's alright," Kyle said looking down at the shaking boy. "We'll take you back, you don't have to worry about that." he sat on his knees across from Tweek and took his arm. Tweek didn't resist. He just let Kyle take it. Kyle slid back Tweek's sleeve and saw little tiny red and blue marks all over his arm.

"K-Kyle?" Tweek said. "C-can I t-tell you something?"

"Sure, dude," Kyle said, trying to sound cheerful for Tweek's sake, but not succeeding.

"I-I...umm...I've used a lot of needles and...well..." he sounded as if he didn't know whether or not he should tell Kyle.

"It's okay, Tweek. Anything you tell me will stay a secret. I swear. You can tell me." he smiled, but it was sort of a sympathy smile.

"Kyle, I...I used this guy's needle and-and I contracted HIV...I didn't find out soon enough...and-and...it...it developed into AIDS..." he said. He looked away from Kyle, who was still holding on to his arm, and started to cry even harder. Kyle's jaw dropped and his skull pounded painfully. That must have been why he was so skinny. The kid was sick. Really sick.

"Tweek..." Kyle said, letting Tweek's arm slip from his hands and not even noticing it. Tweek sobbed even harder at this, and hugged his knees against his chest. "But-but if you're really sick, then why do you keep doing drugs, Tweek?" Kyle asked quietly, staring right into Tweek's eyes. "They'll just make you even sicker! Don't you want to get better!" his voice was rising now.

"D-don't you g-get it, Kyle?" Tweek cried, still sobbing and shaking uncontrollably. "I-I'm gonna d-die! I'm g-gonna die, and I-I want to enjoy wh-what little bit of m-my life I h-have left!" Kyle stood up and looked down at Tweek.

"You don't have to die!" he screamed at the boy, his hands balled into fists and his head still poudning. "And you can enjoy life without drugs, Tweek! The drugs are NOT going to help you fight this!" he wiped his eye with one hand, and continued to look down at the boy, breathing heavy.

"K-Kyle..." Tweek started.

"NO!" Kyle interrupted. "I'm not gonna stand by now and let you throw your life away! You can beat this, Tweek! And you need to start by going to the hospital and getting the RIGHT drugs to help you get better!"

"Kyle," Tweek said, "Kyle, there's n-no cure for this," Tweek said quietly, now looking up at Kyle with tears in his brown eyes. He was still shaking and Kyle could not only see it, but hear it in his voice as well.

"Don't give me that, Tweek! Other people have done it, so why can't you!" Kyle was outraged now. His head was throbbing horribly. He didn't know if he could take it anymore.

"I don't th-think very m-many people h-have beaten this, K-Kyle," Tweek said in that still shaky and quiet voice.

Kyle screamed loudly. It wasn't really so much Tweek that was making him angry as it was this headache. For some reason, Kyle started to take his pain and frustration out on Tweek. He grabbed his own head and kept his hands there.

"SHUT UP, TWEEK!" he screamed. "JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP! WE'RE GOING TO THE HOSPITAL TO GET YOU THE RIGHT FUCKING DRUGS, AND WE'RE GOING NOW!"

Tweek looked hurt by Kyle's sudden outrage. He didn't know what he had done to make him so angry.

"Kyle, AH!" he twitched and his left eye closed for a second as he said this, "The doctors h-have already done all they can. Th-they gave me tons of m-medicine, but took me off most of it b-because they know I'm not gonna l-last long, and my parents c-can't afford it anyway. AH!" he twitched again.

Kyle screamed again. His head hurt so badly. In one second of pain, Kyle actually wished that Tweek was dead so that he wouldn't have to put up with this. He wanted it to stop, and some part of him told him that the only way to make it stop was to get rid of the biggest stress he had in his life right now--his friends' lives. He didn't know exactly what he was doing, but it seemed as though he didn't have to think anyway. His body was doing it all for him. Kyle's body forced him to turn around and start searching the room for something--anything--that might help him with what he knew had to be done. He saw it.

Kyle's legs carried him over to Tweek's bed, and he fell to his knees as he looked under it. There was a syringe lying just a little ways in. Kyle reached under the bed and picked it up. He stood up, examining the needle in his hands. It was empty and clean, so Tweek had most likely not used it yet. Suddenly, Kyle completely lost control of his body. He watched as one of his hands held the syringe and the other pulled the bottom up, sucking air into it. He watched his feet as they travelled over to where Tweek (who had completely forgotten about Kyle) was still sitting, hugging his knees while crying.

"Tweek," he heard himself say. There was a strange glint in his green eyes. His mouth was forced into a wicked smile. Tweek looked up at Kyle, who had felt his hands hide the syringe behind his back. "Tweek, do you want to die?" Kyle heard himself speak again. Tweek looked confused.

"...W-well, sort of," Tweek started. "You know, to g-get away f-from this sick b-body and stuff. But I-I don't really w-want this sickness t-to kill me. It-it's like I wanna d-die, but I-I don't..."

'What the fuck is going on?' Kyle thought. 'Why the hell can't I feel my body! What's happening!'

'Would you shut up for a minute!' Kyle heard a voice say inside his head. It sounded just like him.

'Who the fuck are you!' Kyle asked inside of his own head.

'I'm you, retard!' the voice said. 'I'm that part of you that used to love going hunting and shooting things when you were little. That part of you that liked to burn things. That side of you that didn't like to put up with other peoples' shit. The side that wants revenge. I'm that side of you that you didn't want anybody to see, and now it's my turn to control you!'

'What!' Kyle thought. 'You can't take over my fucking body like this! I can't be insane! I'M NOT INSANE! You can't do this!'

'Oh, can't I?' the Kyle-like voice said. 'Watch me.'

Tweek was still talking about what he thought about dying when Kyle heard the voice that sounded just like him speaking outside of his body. "...and so I-I guess I really d-do sort of want t-to die. AH!" Tweek finished speaking and looked up at Kyle, just noticing for the first time that he had an odd smile on his face. "K-Kyle? What are you smiling at?"

"Oh, nothing, Tweek," anti-Kyle said, although he was still smiling. Kyle felt anti-Kyle tighten his grip on the syringe he was still holding behind his back. "So, what you're saying is, that if someone were to kill you that you'd actually be thankful to them?"

Kyle suddenly realized what anti-Kyle was going to do. 'NO! Don't even fucking think about it, you bastard!' Kyle said inside of his head. Anti-Kyle completely ignored him. Kyle saw the syringe come out from behind his back, but could do nothing to control his hands so that he could get rid of it.

"Tweek," anti-Kyle said calmly and slowly. "Do you want me to kill you?" the smile on anti-Kyle's face grew even wider at this. The strange look in his eye was still there, too.

"Wh-what! AH!" Tweek shrieked, and then twitched. "What are you talking about!"

"Do you want me to kill you?" anti-Kyle asked even more slowly this time.

'NO! TWEEK, NO!' Kyle tried to speak, but he couldn't.

'Yeah, like he can hear you,' anti-Kyle said in Kyle's head.

'Don't you even touch him, you fucking asshole!' Kyle thought to anti-Kyle. Kyle heard anti-Kyle laugh inside of his head.

"Well, Tweek?" anti-Kyle said.

"N-no!" Tweek shreiked at anti-Kyle, who he still thought was Kyle. Anti-Kyle's already huge grin just grew even more.

"Awww," anti-Kyle said in a mock sad voice. "Well that's too bad-" he moved forward so quickly that Tweek didn't even have time to move. The needle sank directly into the vein Tweek used most often to shoot up drugs. "-because I just did." Anti-Kyle pushed the end up the syringe up, pumping nothing but air into Tweek's vein. Tweek's eyes opened wide and looked up into anti-Kyle's eyes. It was only in that moment that he realized this derranged maniac was not Kyle.

"K-Kyle," Tweek said as he started to fall on his side. Anti-Kyle pulled the needle out of Tweek's vein and let him fall. "Y-you r-really can beat it, Kyle." Tweek said.

'Tweek!' Kyle tried to scream, but only ended up thinking. 'You bastard! You fucking bastard! You killed him!'

'Don't you see, Kyle?' anti-Kyle said. 'I had to kill him. I had to kill him because he was just going to do it to himself anyway. You see, I'm just here to speed up the process.' he laughed a horrible, evil laugh.

'What!' Kyle thought. 'That's fucking stupid! He could have lived! He could have beat his illness, I know he could have! Just like--'

'Just like Stan?' anti-Kyle interrupted.

'Stan is going to get more help soon!' Kyle protested.

"No he's not!" anti-Kyle said, this time out of Kyle's body. "You don't get it, Kyle! You don't fucking get it! I'm helping these kids by killing them! They're just going to do it to themselves anyway, so I'm making it less painful!"

"What do you mean 'these kids'!" Kyle asked, this time out of his mouth as well. Anti-Kyle fell on the carpeted floor of Tweek's bedroom, and tried to crawl to Tweek's dresser. He pulled Kyle's body up so that he could look into the mirror. When he saw his reflection, he smiled that evil, toothy grin.

"I'm going to kill them all, Kyle," he said, breathing heavily from the struggle. He knew that Kyle was trying to get out, and he wasn't putting up as much of a fight now that Tweek was dead. He smiled even wider. "We're going to kill them all! Both of us!"

"I'm not going to fucking kill anybody!" Kyle screamed. It looked as though Kyle was talking to his reflection, but it was anti-Kyle. Kyle started to regain the feeling in all of his limbs. He could wiggle his fingers and toes a little bit now. Kyle looked up into the mirror again. "I'M NOT GOING TO KILL ANYBODY!"

"Oh, but Kyle," his reflection (anti-Kyle) said to him, grinning. "You already have." His eyes darted to the reflection of Tweek's body in the mirror. Kyle turned away from the mirror to look at Tweek. His eyes were still open. Kyle ran over to the dead boy and fell to his knees next to him. He closed Tweek's eyes, and then went back to the mirror.

"I did NOT kill him!" Kyle screamed at his own reflection. It just smiled back at him. "YOU killed him!"

"I couldn't have killed him if you didn't want me to!" anti-Kyle yelled back at Kyle. Kyle just stared. He was confused.

"What do you mean?" Kyle asked. "You wouldn't let me control my body!"

"I couldn't even have come out of your body if some part of you hadn't really, really wanted me to," anti-Kyle said with that grin still stuck to his face. "The only way I could ever have done something like that was if at some point in your pathetic little excuse for a life you had wanted that boy dead. At some point or another, you wanted to see his body rotting away in a coffin somewhere. And at some point in your life, you have wanted every single one of the other people in your life dead. All of the ones that I'm going to kill no matter what you do. Even Stan."

"What!" Kyle yelled at the mirror. "I've never wanted Stan dead! He's my best friend! I don't know what the hell you're talking about!"

"Think back to fifth grade, Kyle," anti-Kyle said from the mirror with a grin. "Do you remember the going away dance for the elementary schoolers? You were all going away to middle school, and there was that big dance. But since Wendy broke up with Stan in fourth grade, he didn't have a date. He asked Bebe out even though he knew that you wanted to, 'cause you had told him the day before. You didn't go to that dance because you were so fucking pissed at Stan. Remember now, Kyle?"

Kyle's jaw dropped. It was true; he had wished that Stan was dead that day. "No," Kyle said as he remembered all the other times he'd wished his other friends were dead. "No!"

"Yes!" anti-Kyle said. "Every single time you sat and wondered what your life would be like if your friends were dead, I got stronger and stronger, until I was strong enough to come out. You wished for a split second that Tweek was dead, and that was enough for me. Now they're all going to pay for what they did to you, Kyle! For what they did to us!"

"I don't want them to pay!" Kyle screamed with tears in his eyes. "When people wish that other people are dead, they don't actually mean it! It's just something to say when they're really angry! I don't want them dead!" He started to cry.

"It doesn't matter, Kyle," anti-Kyle said, not smiling anymore. "I don't forgive as easily as you, and I want them dead! Each and every one of them is going to pay."

Kyle felt his body collapse onto the ground. He was shaking terribly. He held his hand out in front of him and flexed his fingers. Slowly, he pulled himself up off of the ground and tried to walk. He was okay. Anti-Kyle was gone...for now.

Author's notes:

Okay...I do realize that was a little bit weird, so I'll try to make it easier to understand if you didn't quite get it. Anti-Kyle is the darkside of Kyle that he didn't want anybody to see. He only wanted people to see his good side. Well, actually his parents wanted him to show only his good side, so in that way he was pressured into growing up too fast. Anti-Kyle is the Kyle that's pissed off because he didn't want to grow up yet, so now he wants revenge. Anti-Kyle is also really pissed off because he was forced further and further into Kyle's mind as Kyle grew up. So now that he is able to take over Kyle's body, he sorta wants revenge on all the people who forced him to live in the back of Kyle's mind for all that time. So in a way, I guess you could say that Kyle is suffering from schizophrenia. I hope that sorta cleared a few things up for you. If you don't get something, just ask in a reveiw or something. Thanks:-D