This next chapter is one I'm going to divide into two parts. Token starts this chapter, and Tweek ends it. So, you finally get to see what happened to Tweek.
TRIGGER AND SPOILER WARNING: There is a graphic scene of rape in this chapter, so if that upsets or disturbs you, don't read Tweek's part.
Chapter 4 – Token/Tweek
It was raining that Thursday when Token woke up. Almost as if South Park was crying about something that had happened. But that was ridiculous.
Token had not changed much in four years. He kept his hair short and trim, and his clothes prim and proper. His face had softened nicely, and he was very nice to look at. He had grown taller than his other friends, something he lorded over them quite proudly.
Craig had grown incredibly handsome in just four years. His black hair was long enough that it stuck out from beneath his hat (that he still had), but not as long as any girl's hair. It framed his face nicely, and he grown tall and well built. He wasn't incredibly muscular, but he was well toned. Almost every girl in school, as well as about a third of the guys wanted to sleep with him. Lots of girls had asked him out, but Craig had rejected all of them. He could have anyone he wanted, but he only had eyes for Tweek. Something Token knew made Clyde, as well as every girl, incredibly jealous.
People were so smitten with Craig, that onetime Token had been waiting a bit down the hall, waiting for Craig to say good bye to Tweek so Craig and Token could walk to class together. While he was waiting, Jason had walked up to Token and put an arm around him.
"You know, Token," Jason had said, "I'm not gay, but I wouldn't mind getting in Craig's pants some time. Heck, sometimes I jerk off thinking about him at night."
Token had promptly gone home and burned his shirt.
Clyde had also not changed a great deal. He was taller than Craig, but shorter than Token. His hair remained a mess on his head, and it had only grown slightly longer. He was more muscular than Craig, as he was on the football team. While he didn't wear the same red letterman jacket he had when he was ten, he wore one that was very similar to it.
Jimmy, due to being crippled, had grown very little over four years. He had gotten his stuttering mostly under control, but in times of stress it would manifest itself. His hair had grown quite long, which he said made him look like a rock star, but Clyde said made him look like a homeless hippie.
Tweek was small and skinny, his hair just as wild and messy as it was four years ago. He usually had dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep, and he always looked haunted. So, you know, not a lot of change. His hair had grown longer and wilder, and he often complained about how unmanageable it was. But Craig told him it made him look adorable, so he never got it cut. This annoyed his mother, who thought it was too long. Token could fondly remember a time when he was at Tweek's house and watching his mother chase him around the house with a pair of scissors while Token laughed.
As Token waited at the bus stop, he saw Craig, Clyde, and Jimmy approaching. He tried his best to smile warmly at them, despite the rain.
"Hey guys," he greeted, "What's the news?"
Craig didn't say anything but simply stared at the ground. So, Jimmy answered for him. "D-D-Didn't you hear?" he asked, "Someone else was kidnapped last night."
"Really?" Token was shocked. "Who?"
"Kenny," Clyde answered. His voice was grave.
"Kenny?" Token clarified, "Kenny McCormick? The one that's always hanging out with Stan and those other guys? That Kenny?"
"Yeah," Clyde replied, "Shocking, isn't it?"
Token looked at Craig, but he still said nothing. Clyde put an arm around his friend and whispered something in his ear. Craig slowly nodded, and Token couldn't help but notice Clyde lean over and quickly but deeply kiss Craig's neck. He was sure Clyde hadn't wanted anyone to see that, and didn't notice that Token did. And Token felt a strange anger rise in him. He fought it down for now, but he would be watching.
When the bus arrived, the four of them got on, passing Stan and his friends on their way to their usual seats in the back of the bus. Token noticed Stan and Kyle talking urgently to each other, and they looked worried. Token could only imagine how they must be feeling about Kenny's disappearance. They were an even closer-knit group than Token and his friends.
Token sat with Jimmy across from Craig and Clyde. He didn't want to stare directly at them, so instead he watched them with his peripherals. He saw Clyde lean over to whisper to Craig again and Token desperately wished he knew what he was saying. Craig raised his head and looked at Clyde, and even out of the corner of his view, Token could see the deep sadness in Craig's eyes.
It never really occurred to Token just how much in love with Tweek Craig was. He often saw them kissing, and Craig was quite over protective of the twitchy blond, and Token knew Craig was in denial whenever said he wasn't in love with Tweek. Whoever took Tweek was a sick and cruel person.
The first class Token and his friends had together was Chemistry. They all thought it was boring, but their teacher, Mr. Johnston made it a little bit more tolerable. He was always showing the class weird chemical mixes that did amazing things. But when the class went to recreate the results, they could never remember how to do it.
Mr. Johnston was a middle-aged man with graying hair and a long nose. He spoke with authority and dignity, and he was very tall. Even though he was a nice teacher, and he had passion for his work, Token couldn't remember a time when he had ever smiled.
"All right, class," Mr. Johnston said, "Gather around, please. I have something to show you." The class all swarmed around the work table the teacher was at. "Here we see a simple lab mouse." He gestured to a cage he had in front of him. A black mouse was scurrying around, squeaking, and nibbling on cheese.
"How cute!" Wendy exclaimed.
"Indeed," Mr. Johnston said, "Now, notice how much the mouse squeaks. It is quite the noisy mouse, no? But see what happens when I inject it with this serum." He pulled out a syringe filled with a strange liquid. He picked up the mouse and injected the liquid into its back. He put the mouse back, where it continued squeaking. Suddenly, however, it stopped.
"What happened?" Stan wondered.
"The mouse is now silent, as you can see," Mr. Johnston explained, "It is trying to squeak, but no noise will come out. It is mute."
"Gee, that's kind of creepy," Butters muttered, rubbing his knuckles together. Several of his classmates agreed.
For the rest of class, Mr. Johnston had them copy notes on the board. Token tried to concentrate, but he never really got the hang of science, and all the words and numbers started to jumble together. Sighing, he looked over at the work table next to his where Craig and Clyde were sitting.
Craig also appeared to have trouble concentrating, as he was just scribbling randomly in his notebook. Clyde wasn't even looking at the board and instead was whispering to Craig. As Token stared, he saw Clyde slowly lower one of his hands to under the table and gently rested it on Craig's leg. Token again felt a strange anger rising in him. He turned back to his own notebook to keep it from getting any worse.
At lunch time, it appeared Craig had scared Jackson away, as the asshole decided not to bother them today. For that, Token was very glad.
"Wasn't Chemistry i-i-interesting today?" Jimmy asked as he sat down with his friends.
"Interesting isn't exactly the word I would use," Token admitted, "That mouse going mute? What was up with that? It was so weird."
Token looked at Clyde and Craig, waiting for a response from at least Clyde, but Clyde wasn't paying attention. He had an arm around Craig, pressing him close, and whispering into his ear. Token felt something snap inside him.
"Clyde, can I talk to you privately for a moment?" he requested.
A little startled, Clyde looked at him. "Uh, sure Token," he replied. Giving Craig a quick squeeze around the shoulders, Clyde followed Token out of the cafeteria.
As soon as the doors closed behind them, Token rounded on Clyde. "I know what you're doing," he started. Clyde looked confused.
"Oh? And what am I doing?" he asked.
"Don't play games with me, Clyde," Token warned, "I know you have feelings for Craig." He watched with satisfaction as Clyde's cheeks started turning red.
"So, what?" he muttered, "What does that have to do with anything?"
"I know what you're doing," Token repeated, "I've seen how close you've suddenly gotten to him ever since Tweek disappeared. I'll bet he thinks you're just comforting him. But we both know what you're really doing."
Clyde's expression started turning dark. "What exactly are you implying, Token?" he said lowly.
"You're trying to make him fall in love with you," Token accused, "You think I haven't noticed? I've seen how intimate you are towards him. You think because Tweek is gone you can move in on him, don't you?"
Glaring, Clyde took a threatening step towards him. "What's wrong with me trying to comfort him?" he growled, murderously, "I'm his best friend. Of course I'm going to be closer to him than others. And if he just so happens to fall in love with me in the process, then what's the big deal?"
"Because we both know you're trying to force it," Token hissed, "Hugging him, kissing him, whispering to him. That's not what a normal best friend would do when they're trying to cheer up a friend."
"Like you would ever know, Token!" Clyde snapped, "You think you know everything! Why don't keep your nose out of other people's business and let them live their lives the way they like?"
"I'm not going to let you take advantage of Craig!" Token shouted, feeling his rage starting to boil over.
"I'm not taking advantage of him!" Clyde yelled back.
"Oh, that's bullshit, and you know it!" Token scoffed, "You know how deeply he loves Tweek! He's Craig's whole world! Funny how he's suddenly gone now, huh? Pretty convenient for you, don't you think?"
Clyde looked like he wanted to murder Token. "Are you accusing me of something?" he growled, eyes narrowing.
"Maybe you had something to do with it," Token replied, "Maybe not. Why don't you tell me, Clyde?"
"I had nothing to do with Tweek's disappearance!" Clyde snarled, "How dare you accuse me of that!"
"Uh huh," Token sneered, "Tell me, Clyde, because I'm curious. When you were 'comforting' Craig, exactly how long did it take before you started making out with him?"
That seemed to do it for Clyde. He took a step forward and swung at Token, punching him clean across the face. Token didn't even see it coming. He had expected Clyde to storm off in a rage or something. He stumbled backwards, falling to the floor, and holding his face where he was hit. He glared up at Clyde who stood over him doing the same.
"I'm not going to let you hurt him, Clyde," Token warned him, "Don't you think he's been through enough heartache already without you manipulating him?"
A low growl of anger escaped Clyde's throat as he glared down at Token. He moved to take another swing at Token, and Token flinched, but this time someone stopped him. Before Clyde could move, Craig grabbed his arm from behind.
"What are you doing?" Craig asked, shock and anger clear in his voice.
"W-W-Why d-d-did you h-h-hit Token?" Jimmy, who was right beside Craig, wondered. It was clear the tension was making his stutter come back.
Clyde looked at them, then looked down at Token. He tried hard to calm his rage. "Sorry," he said, letting out a hissing breath, "I got mad and I took it out on Token."
"I won't ask what this is about," Craig promised, "But we're supposed to be friends. We don't take our anger out on each other." He looked away, and Token heard him murmur under his breath. "I don't want to lose anyone else."
Token suddenly felt horrible. He knew he should've controlled his anger better, and probably shouldn't have been so accusatory. But Clyde needed to see what he was doing was wrong. Why couldn't he try to earn Craig's love by simply being a good friend? Maybe Craig wouldn't be in love with him, but on the other hand it could only make their friendship stronger by being there for him in his time of need.
Craig walked over to Token and helped him to his feet. "Are you ok?" he asked quietly.
Token gently rubbed his face where he had been struck. Nothing seemed broken, his face just felt sore. "I'm fine," he replied at last. He cast a soft glare at Clyde. "Clyde hits like a girl anyway."
Clyde growled at him, but said nothing more.
…
It was dark, very dark. And it was also very cold. Tweek was shivering violently as he lay on the dank, stone floor. The shackles around his wrists were rattling angrily, but he couldn't help it. It was so very cold. Tweek had lost track of how much time had passed. He knew of only a few things.
One, he was in someone's house. He didn't know whose, though, because he had been blindfolded when he was put in the car. Two, he was in a secret basement; a basement under the basement. One that he was certain no one would be able to find if they searched the house. Three, he was afraid. Why was he here? He had no idea. He had only seen the man who took him briefly when he came down to give him food and water. Four, there was someone else here. After a few days the man had brought someone else down there and shackled them up as well. Tweek had no idea who it was, as they hadn't woken yet.
As Tweek laid on the floor, he suddenly heard the door open again. A light from the room above flooded the basement, making Tweek cringe. Someone was suddenly in front of him, undoing his shackles. Tweek was roughly pulled to his feet and dragged up the stairs to the first basement. Tweek blinked rapidly at the harsh light, and it took him several moments before his eyes adjusted. When they had, he was quite surprised by who was dragging him along.
"J-Jackson?" Tweek stammered, "What…? You…?"
Jackson turned and sneered at him. "Surprised to see me, fag?" he laughed, "Don't get your hopes up. I'm not freeing you. I'm the reason you were kidnapped in the first place."
Tweek felt his heart pounding in fear. "You were the one who kidnapped me?"
"Not me, you idiot!" Jackson sneered, "My dad! I told him to kidnap you!"
He dragged Tweek up another flight of stairs to the main house. He pulled him to a room and shoved him inside. Tweek felt his anxiety flaring up. It was a bedroom. Why was he taken here? Shivering, he turned to face Jackson.
"Why?" he whispered, "Why would you do this?"
Jackson's sneer started to fade, and he suddenly looked serious. He walked over to Tweek, and, without any warning, cupped his face in his hands, leaned in and kissed him deeply. Tweek's eyes widened. What was going on?! Why was this happening? Tweek took a few steps backwards, and bumped against the bed. Jackson shoved him onto it, then climbed on top of him. Tweek stared up at him in fear.
"I've been waiting for this moment," Jackson breathed, "For a very long time."
"Waiting for what?" Tweek whispered, afraid of the answer.
Jackson leaned in to whisper in his ear. "To fuck you," he hissed, "I've been wanting to fuck you for such a long time." He leaned back and grinned cruelly. "All right, I'll admit, I'm attracted to you. Have been ever since I laid eyes on you. But I can't let people know I'm attracted to a guy. So, I tormented you. I attacked you."
Tweek could barely process what Jackson was saying. He was trembling. "You're… attracted to me?" he breathed.
"That fucker, Craig, kept you away from me," Jackson continued, "Whenever I'm with a chick, I have trouble getting hard, so I think of you. But now, I don't have to fantasize anymore. I have you all to myself."
With that, Jackson leaned down and kissed Tweek again. Tweek flinched, and his heart started pounding as Jackson forced his tongue into his mouth. As he kissed the blond, Jackson started grinding his hips against him. Tweek shuddered, and Jackson moved to kiss his neck. He could feel the bully getting hard.
"Oh God," Jackson breathed into Tweek's neck, "You taste so good. I can't stand much more! I have to be inside you!"
Jackson sat up and quickly pulled his shirt off. Then he leaned over Tweek, and quickly unbuttoned his shirt, ripping the last few buttons off in his anticipation. Tweek could only watch in horror as Jackson undid his own pants, letting his erection spring free. He was afraid that if he tried to struggle, tried to get away, Jackson would do something horrible to him. He might even threaten to hurt Craig.
Jackson sighed as he started stroking his member, coating it in his precum. He looked down at Tweek and grinned. Tweek squeezed his eyes shut as he felt Jackson start sliding his pants and boxers off. He shuddered at the cold air that touched his skin. Jackson leaned down and started kissing Tweek again as he adjusted himself over him. He paused right before he entered him.
"God, this is going to feel so good," he whispered, "Brace yourself, little man."
Then he thrusted himself into Tweek. Tweek gasped with pain as Jackson started rhythmically thrusting into him. He was pushing hard and fast, sighing with content.
"Oh God…!" Jackson sighed, "Oh my fucking God, this feels so good! Oh… why have I never done this with you before?" He started panting and leaned over Tweek so he could thrust deeper. He started kissing Tweek's neck. He was feeling pleasure, but all Tweek could feel was pain. Unimaginable pain, unlike any he had ever experienced before.
Tweek felt tears coming to his eyes as Jackson continued his thrusting. He wanted it to end. He hated this so much. Why was this happening to him? He felt Jackson's hot breath on his neck, and he could hear his low moans in his ear. Tweek opened his mouth and let out a slow, pained cry.
"Yes…" Jackson panted, "Yes! Yes!" He gasped as he hit Tweek's prostate, as did Tweek. "Fuck! Fuck, yes! Oh God, this is amazing! This is the kind of sex I've been waiting for! Yes!" He called out with pleasure and he started thrusting harder to hit that spot again. Tweek cried out, his voice filled with pain.
"CRAIG!" he found himself crying out. "Please save me!"
"Don't you dare utter that fag's name!" Jackson growled, "Not while I'm fucking you!" To make his point, he thrusted into Tweek even harder. Tweek gasped with pain.
"Oh God…" Jackson hissed, "I-I'm going t-to…!" He didn't finish his sentence as his orgasm cut him off. Tweek shuddered violently as he felt Jackson release inside him. It was the worst feeling in the world. Jackson pressed his face into Tweek's shoulder, panting hard as he rode out his wave of pleasure. When it was finally over, Jackson collapsed on top of Tweek, breathing hard.
"Fuck," he panted, "That was probably the best sex I've ever had. You feel so good."
Tweek couldn't reply. He was breathing hard and desperately wishing he was dead. Or at least that Jackson would take his dick out of him. He could feel hot tears running down his face, and his insides felt like they were on fire.
After regaining his breath, Jackson slowly pulled out of him. "That was fantastic," he sighed. He grinned cruelly down at Tweek. "I can't wait to do it again tomorrow."
When Tweek was brought back to the basement and shackled up, he curled up on the floor, sobbing silently. As he felt sleep over take him, he could only think of how he dreaded the next day.
Dark turn at the end there. I had a hard time writing that rape scene, because I felt Tweek's pain as I was writing it. I always try to put myself in the mindset of the characters as I'm writing about them. If I didn't have an adorable tiny kitten sleeping next to me, I would've been crying with Tweek. And unfortunately for him, this isn't the last rape scene.
Anyway, tell me what you think of all this! Next chapter is Butters, just so you know!
