This is another chapter focusing on two characters, but Tweek's section is going to be short. It's mostly going to focus on Kyle. And for those who are Kyle lovers, don't worry! He's not kidnapped in this chapter.
WARNING: This chapter begins with a mild rape scene. It's not as graphic as the last one, but I still want to put a warning here. If this upsets you, skip Tweek's part.
Chapter 6 – Tweek/Kyle
Jackson sat up, panting, as he finally finished his orgasm and stared down at Tweek. He had dragged the twitchy blond back up to the bedroom to have sex with him, and Jackson had again been forceful. Tweek was breathing hard, feeling even more frightened than before. At least the first time he had been able to see. But because of the man's injection, he was blind now, and couldn't see what Jackson was doing.
He felt Jackson gently lay himself over him and start kissing his neck. He had not yet pulled out.
"God, I needed that," Jackson breathed as he ran his lips over Tweek's neck, "This week has been so aggravating, I just really needed a good fuck. I'm so glad it's the weekend. I'm sure my dad won't mind if you spend all your time with me."
Tweek shuddered at what he was insinuating. He wished Jackson would just get out of him already so he could go back to the basement. But it seemed that wasn't going to happen. He knew it was late at night, but he didn't know exactly what time it was. He felt Jackson shift on top of him and he shuddered again.
"You're spending the night with me," Jackson whispered in his ear, "I just want to stay inside you all night. I want to feel your skin against mine."
"Please," Tweek breathed, feeling tears coming to his eyes, "I just want to go back down to the basement. I would rather be there."
Jackson let out a snide laugh. "Yeah right!" he sneered, "I know you'd rather be warm and comfortable with me than cold and damp down in some lousy basement! I'm doing you a favor!"
Tweek let out a small breath. He really did wish he could be anywhere else right now. He felt Jackson gently run his thumb over his cheek to wipe away a tear. He let out a small laugh.
"Hmm… Tweek," he hummed, "I think I may love you."
Love?! Did Jackson really think he was in love with him? Tweek knew what love was; after all, he was deeply in love with Craig. How could Jackson say that?
Tweek didn't get to ask him as Jackson adjusted himself so he could kiss Tweek deeply on the lips. He felt Jackson start to move inside him again, and he trembled. Was this how it was going to be from now on? Forced to lay there helplessly as Jackson mercilessly raped him?
After a while, Jackson settled himself comfortably on top of Tweek, his face in his neck as he fell asleep. But Tweek couldn't sleep. He felt unclean. He felt like his whole world was falling apart. Jackson was still deep inside him, and he couldn't move. They both smelled like sweat and sex. Tweek was exhausted, and his eyes felt heavy, but he knew he wouldn't sleep. Not until Jackson was off of him.
"Craig…" Tweek whispered, "I wish there was a way I could tell you where I am. So that you could save me."
Tweek had no idea if it was near morning or not. Without his eyesight, he couldn't see the room slowly getting lighter. His heart momentarily stopped, and he gasped loudly, and flinched violently when the alarm clock suddenly went off. The noise and movement startled Jackson awake.
"Huh-? Where-?" he exclaimed. But then he regained his senses. "Oh, did my alarm startle you?" he asked in a purring voice, "Sorry, love, I forgot you couldn't see." Tweek shivered when he felt Jackson lean down and lightly kiss his neck.
Relief came for Tweek when he finally felt Jackson pull out of him and get up. He heard him walk around the room and gather their clothes as Tweek curled up into a ball. He suddenly felt Jackson grab his arm and pull him roughly to his feet.
"Come on," he grunted, "You're going to take a shower with me."
Tweek tried not to let out a sob. He didn't want to shower with Jackson. He would rather stay dirty and not have Jackson touch him anymore. And he was almost certain that Jackson would start getting intimate with him.
Jackson took Tweek's hand and led him somewhere; Tweek assumed it was the bathroom. He heard Jackson close a door and soon heard the sound of a shower head turning on. He felt Jackson take his hands and pull him into the shower. Warm water washed over Tweek's body, and as much as he hated to admit it, it did feel really good.
Tweek felt his entire body freeze up as Jackson started touching him. The older boy wrapped his arms around him and gently started kissing his neck. Tweek could only stare sightlessly at the floor as he felt Jackson slowly start to move his hands around his body. He closed his eyes and sighed heavily as Jackson tilted his head back and kissed his lips. He was wrapped even tighter as Jackson kissed him deeper. Tweek shivered as Jackson moaned into his mouth.
"Mmm… you know, I've always wanted to have shower sex," Jackson said as he pulled away a little, "I always hated that you refused to take showers at school with the rest of us. I just wanted to see your wet, naked body." He chuckled. "Sometimes I thought about how I'd trap you there and have sex with you. Guess I don't need to fantasize anymore."
Tweek didn't respond. So, all those times Jackson taunted him for being shy, he had been secretly lusting after him. He felt Jackson's arms drop, and even though he couldn't see, Tweek knew what was coming next. It was still a shock, though and Tweek let out a loud gasp as Jackson adjusted him and forcefully entered him.
"Ah! Oh, it feels so good!" Jackson sighed. He slowly started rolling his hips and thrusting into Tweek. He was being much more gentle than before, but that only served to unnerve Tweek. He still hated this. Jackson was moaning and panting in his ear. Tweek shuddered with each thrust and moan.
After Jackson had reached his climax, crying out loudly as he did so, he pulled out of Tweek and rested his face in the crook of his neck, breathing hard. "Fuck," he panted, "That was fantastic. Making love to you is amazing. I wish we didn't have basic human needs so I could just fuck you forever."
Again, Tweek said nothing. "Making love." Is that really what Jackson thought he was doing? How could rape possibly be considered love making?
Tweek was distracted by his thoughts as he felt Jackson gently start to wash him. He shivered slightly as Jackson's hands moved around so delicately, as if he was just his lover bathing him. When he was done, Jackson wrapped his arms around Tweek again, pulling him close against his body and let the water wash over them. Jackson leaned down and kissed Tweek deeply, sighing with lust as he did so. He pulled away for just a brief moment.
"I love you," he whispered, before leaning down and kissing Tweek again.
…
Kyle was haunted by his nightmares. He panted heavily as he slept, clutching his blankets unconsciously as he tried to escape the danger in his dream. He felt his sanity slipping away from him, and before it could overwhelm him, Kyle woke with a gasp.
Looking around the room, Kyle saw the early rays of morning seeping in. Everything was ok for now. There was no danger. But Kyle was still shaking, the memory of his nightmare still gripping him. He took a moment to collect himself before getting out of bed.
Today was Saturday, so that meant no school. Kyle didn't have to be up so early, but he knew he wasn't going to be getting back to sleep. He went into the bathroom, brushed his teeth, took a shower, and got dressed. When he went downstairs, no one else was awake yet. That wasn't very surprising, though. He would be surprised if anyone was up before noon.
Kyle started making a pot of coffee and making eggs for himself before stepping outside to grab the morning paper. He didn't glance at the front page as he stepped back inside. Having breakfast, sipping coffee, and reading the paper wasn't something Kyle normally did in the morning, but he decided, well, I've already got everything out, so why the hell not? He opened the paper and looked at the headline and immediately his heart dropped.
Another Local Boy Missing! Police Still Clueless!
Local fourteen-year-old Leopold "Butters" Stotch was snatched from his own household late last night! According to Stephen and Linda Stotch, they were on a date and had left their son alone. Leopold was reported missing when the pizza guy showed up to deliver a pizza, and no one ever answered. When he went to go back to his car, he noticed a smashed cell phone.
Breathing hard, Kyle couldn't read anymore. "No," he said out loud, "No no no no no no no no! Not Butters too!" He couldn't lose another friend! It had been hard enough losing Kenny! Now the bastard had poor Butters as well?
Shaking, Kyle stumbled out of the kitchen, and quickly ran to the phone. He had to call Stan and Cartman. He wanted them to know before anyone else told them. Stan picked up the phone on the fifth ring.
"Dude, why are you calling so early on a Saturday?" Stan muttered when he finally answered.
"Stan," Kyle whispered, "Butters was kidnapped last night."
There was silence on the other end. "What?" Stan finally said, his voice shaking slightly.
"I know," Kyle sighed, "I don't understand it either. Why Butters? I mean, I know we always rip on him and act like we don't care sometimes, but he's so sweet and he's still our friend." He felt tears coming to his eyes. He felt like his pent-up sadness from Kenny going missing was coming out as well.
"Kyle, I'm coming over," Stan decided, "We need to do something about this."
Kyle was not really sure what he meant by that, but he nodded silently. Then it suddenly occurred to him that he was on the phone and Stan couldn't see him. "Ok," he replied. He listened as Stan hung up and he did the same.
It didn't take long for Stan to get to Kyle's house. He didn't live that far away, and judging by how hard Stan was breathing when Kyle opened the front door to let him in, he guessed he probably ran the whole way.
"Are you ok?" Kyle asked.
"I'm fine," Stan panted as he hunched over, catching his breath, "I just need to get in shape is all."
"Of course," Kyle said. He stepped aside to let Stan in. "What did you mean when you said we needed to do something about this?"
"I don't want to lose any more friends, Kyle," Stan explained, walking to the kitchen, "I don't know what I'd do if I lost you, or Wendy, or God forbid, even Cartman. There's already three kids gone, and the police are completely useless. If this sicko isn't stopped, I guarantee he'll keep kidnapping kids until he gets whatever it is he wants."
"So, what are we going to do about it?" Kyle asked quietly.
"We need to start our own investigation," Stan decided, "I know what you're going to say, Kyle, and I don't care. We have to do something. Maybe we have a chance to save them."
"I wasn't going to object," Kyle told him, "I actually agree. Even if we can't find everything, maybe we can find something the police missed that will help them."
Kyle was a little surprised when Stan looked at him in shock. Had he expected him to refuse to help? Kyle would never do that. He wanted to find their friends as much as Stan did, and if nothing more, he wanted to keep Stan safe. It was dangerous to be alone these days, apparently even in your own home. He would be devastated if Stan was kidnapped as well.
Stan stood with determination. "We need to stick together," he declared, holding out his hand, "We'll find our friends if it kills us."
Kyle smiled and took Stan's hand, trying to hide the blush that was forming on his face. "Well, hopefully it won't come to that," he said as Stan pulled him to his feet. He looked away briefly so his face would go back to normal. He turned back to Stan. "So, where do we start?"
"I think we should go back to where it started," Stan replied, "Where Tweek was first abducted."
"Do you remember where that was?" Kyle wondered. He was ashamed to admit that he couldn't remember. Even though it had been less than a week, with all the madness, it felt like it had been forever.
Stan grinned and pulled out a newspaper clipping from his pocket. "I wouldn't be a detective if I didn't," he replied. He grabbed Kyle's arm and started dragging him towards the door. "Come on! We're burning daylight!"
"Stan, it's not even nine o' clock yet," Kyle pointed out as they rushed out of the house.
…
Because it had been several days now, it was hard to determine the precise location where Tweek was when he was kidnapped. But Stan and Kyle did know that he had been taken somewhere between his own home and Craig's house. They had the stretch of sidewalk between two streets locked down. Stan carefully combed one side of the street, while Kyle took care of the other. Eventually, Kyle noticed something shiny on the ground and crouched down. It appeared to the tiny bits of a smashed cell phone.
Well, now we know where Tweek was when he was taken, Kyle thought to himself. He stood and brushed off his hands. Then he looked up and startled, his heart stopping for a brief moment.
Craig was standing silently in front of him, staring directly at him. His eyes were slightly sunken in, as if he hadn't gotten a lot of sleep lately. Kyle wondered how he had snuck up on him. He also wondered if his heart was going to start beating again any time soon.
"What are you doing here, Craig?" Stan called as he jogged across the street to stand at Kyle's side. Craig stared silently at Kyle for a moment more, as if he hadn't heard Stan, before finally addressing him.
"I was on my way back from Clyde's house," he explained, "This street is on the way. I was wondering what you guys were doing. You know this is where…" He cut himself off, unable to say it.
"Um, we were actually looking into that," Stan told him, "Butters was taken last night, if you didn't hear. Kyle and I decided to do something about it, so we're doing our own investigating. In case the police missed something."
"Which they probably did," Kyle added.
Craig nodded. "I want to help you guys," he said.
Kyle blinked at him, surprised. "You want to help us?" he asked. Craig hardly ever offered his help, and even when he did, it was usually for some group effort, and he had his friends with him.
"Yes," Craig replied, "I don't want any of my other friends to be taken, and if there's even a hope of finding Tweek, I'll take it."
Of course, it should've been obvious. Kyle felt slightly ashamed of himself for forgetting that Tweek and Craig were boyfriends. Craig was probably desperate to find him. He had been moping about Tweek's disappearance all week.
Stan looked at Kyle, who nodded in agreement. "All right, you can help us," Stan said.
"Good," Craig sighed with relief, as if he thought they would reject him, "So, what do you guys have so far?"
"Well, we have an article Kenny told us about a similar incident that happened in North Park ten years ago," Kyle answered, "And… that's about it. Don't judge us! We just got started this morning!"
Craig thought for a moment. "Do you guys have the article?" he wondered.
"Not with us," Stan admitted, "But I'm sure it would be easy enough to find online. How about we finish up looking around here, then we'll go back to my house."
…
When the three of them got back to Stan's house, none of Stan's family were awake yet, despite it being past noon when they arrived. But that did mean Stan didn't have to fight anyone for the computer. He did a search for the North Park kidnapping incident, and it pulled up the article Kenny had been talking about.
"Okay, let's see here… there were twelve victims," Stan muttered as he read the article, "All relatively the same age, went to the same school, but had different ethnicities and backgrounds… besides the same school, I don't really see a connection between any of them."
Kyle and Craig leaned to get a better look at the article. There were pictures of each of the kids that went missing. They all looked totally different from each other. But Kyle noticed something kind of odd.
"Are these pictures the order in which they were kidnapped?" he asked Stan.
Stan quickly scanned the article. "No," he replied after a minute, "They're in alphabetical order." Kyle felt something stir within him.
"Try putting them in the order they were kidnapped," he suggested, "Photoshop them."
"I know! I know!" Stan whined, copying the pictures to a new document. Using the article as reference, he used Photoshop to rearrange the pictures in the correct order.
Now it was clear. Now it was obvious.
"Wow," Stan breathed.
"The first three victims all had blond hair," Craig said in a quiet voice, "Just like Tweek, Kenny, and Butters."
"And then the next three had black hair," Kyle continued, "The three after that had red hair. And the last three had brown hair."
"How did their police miss that?" Stan wondered, "How did our police miss that?"
"And what does it mean?" Craig asked, "Why take three kids of each color hair? Is there a reason for it? And does that mean someone with black hair will be taken next?"
Kyle felt like his heart had just dropped into his stomach. Like a rock in his gut. He wondered if they had realized it yet.
Both Craig and Stan had black hair.
I think that's a pretty tense way to end this chapter! Sorry this one started off kind of dark. Actually, it started dark, and just sort of stayed dark. Anyway, next chapter will be Craig's chapter. Be afraid for him, folks.
