I'm glad everyone enjoyed Stan's interactions with Wendy. Too bad it's not going to happen again until the end of the story. Darn shame. Anyway, this chapter starts with Tweek and ends with Token. Enjoy.

Chapter 9 – Tweek/Token

Tweek's sight was starting to come back, at least a little. He could see the little amount of light the single lightbulb brought to the basement, and he could make out extremely blurry shapes. He knew someone new had been brought to the basement, but he couldn't tell who it was until she spoke.

"Kenny!" Wendy whispered when the man had left, "Butters! Tweek! You're all here! You're all still alive!" Tweek could hear the sad relief in her voice; sounding overjoyed but defeated at the same time.

"Wendy?" Kenny hissed, "Damn it, he got you too? He just won't stop at anything, will he?" Tweek heard him hit something, probably the floor, and curse.

"Gee, I never expected him to start t-takin' girls," Butters murmured, "I thought he was just going to stick to kidnappin' boys!"

"Are you okay, Wendy?" Tweek asked, looking in what he hoped was her direction, "H-He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"No," Wendy sighed, "He ambushed me after school and chloroformed me. I feel a little weird, like groggy, but I don't think he hurt me."

"That's good," Kenny replied with a sigh of relief, "Um, how are Stan, Kyle, and Cartman? Are they all right?"

"They're really upset without you and Butters," Wendy told him, "It just hasn't been the same without you guys."

As Wendy talked, Tweek felt a need to block her out. He didn't want to hear about how miserable everyone was. But especially hoped that she wouldn't bring up Craig. While he how would love to know how he was doing, he didn't want to hear about how broken up he was. Or even worse, if he wasn't distressed at all. Tweek suddenly felt his stomach tighten.

Oh God, what if Craig didn't miss him at all? What if he had already moved on? He never told Tweek he loved him, after all! Maybe he got with some busty woman and had forgotten all about him?

Wendy must've seen the worried look on Tweek's face, because she suddenly addressed him. "Craig's been so worried about you, Tweek," she said, "He can't stop talking about how much he misses you."

Tweek felt tears coming to his eyes. He hated hurting Craig like this. He didn't want Craig to have moved on from him, but he also didn't want Craig to miss him so much that he couldn't function. He shivered. He just wanted to be by Craig's side again. To feel his arms around him and feel his gentle kisses on his lips.

He startled badly when he suddenly felt someone press against him. Tweek let out a scream of fear.

"What is it?" Kenny exclaimed, looking wildly around. He couldn't see well, as the serum had caused black splotches to form all over his eyes and vision.

Tweek couldn't reply as whoever was next to him wrapped their arms around him. "Don't worry, Tweek, it's just me." Tweek froze up. It was Jackson. Immediately, Tweek started to struggle, trying to get away from him, but forgetting that he was chained to the wall.

Jackson chuckled softly. "It's all right, love," he cooed, "I'm not going to hurt you. I just figured you were cold down here, so I brought you a blanket to keep you warm." Tweek flinched slightly when he felt something soft and warm being wrapped around him.

Instantly, Tweek felt warmth flow through him. The blanket did manage to keep out the damp cold, and even blocked the draft of cold air that gently blew on him. But he still shivered, but not from the cold.

"Why are you doing this?" Tweek wondered, his voice coming out in a whisper. He could've sworn Jackson was going to just use him for sex and nothing else.

He trembled when he felt Jackson press his face into Tweek's neck. He wished the others weren't shackled so far away from him.

"I'm taking care of you," Jackson murmured, "I don't want you to suffer. My dad may not care about you, but I do." He leaned up and kissed Tweek's neck, causing him to shudder.

"Please," Tweek whispered, "Just leave me alone."

Jackson chuckled. "Don't be silly," he laughed, "I love you. I just want you to be happy."

Again, Tweek shuddered and he felt tears coming to his eyes. He didn't want Jackson's love. He felt like he was a pampered sex slave or something. He didn't want that. He wanted real love. Love where two people actually cared about each other, and respected each other. The kind of respectful love where if one person was uncomfortable with doing something, they didn't have to do it.

He wanted Craig.

Tweek felt the tears start to fall as he thought about Craig. He missed him so badly. He felt Jackson's embrace tighten around him, which just made him long for Craig's touch. Jackson started kissing all around his neck.

"Don't cry, love," Jackson murmured against his skin, "I'll take care of you. I'll make you feel good. Just let me love you."

"If you really loved me, you would let me go," Tweek muttered. Jackson shook his head.

"I can't do that," he whispered, "I love you too much. I want you to always be with me. For you to be by my side, no matter where we go."

Tweek felt himself start to shake. Then he felt Jackson touch his face and made him turn to him. Jackson then began kissing his mouth. Tweek closed his eyes, trying to block out the feeling of Jackson's lips pressed against his own. He shuddered when Jackson forced his tongue into his mouth and moan.

"When dad decides to pack up and move on from this place, I'm taking you with me," Jackson whispered in Tweek's ear after he was done assaulting his mouth, "You're never leaving my side. We'll be together forever."

Stan stared up at Token in absolute shock. Token knew a thousand thoughts must have been running through his head at the moment. It took a minute for Stan to finally speak.

"W-Wendy can't be gone," he muttered, "She c-can't have been abducted! Someone would have seen it! Right?"

Kyle put a comforting arm around him as Stan slouched his shoulders. Token stared down at them, feeling sorry for him.

"Apparently no one saw her get abducted," Token explained, "There was no one around to see or hear anything. They just found her smashed cell phone on the floor of a hallway."

Stan didn't say anything, but stared at the floor in shock. His eyes were wide and his mouth hung open slightly. Token felt his chest tighten in sympathy.

"I'm really sorry," he murmured. Then he went to the back of the bus with the rest of his friends. He was annoyed to see Clyde sitting next to Craig with an arm wrapped tightly around him. Token was careful not to let either of them see his scowl as he sat down next to Jimmy.

"Jeez, p-p-poor Stan," Jimmy sighed, "He and W-Wendy finally got over their i-issues, only for her t-to g-go missing."

"Yeah," Token agreed, "I would be devastated if something happened to Nichole. I think it would be totally understandable if Stan wanted to ditch today."

When they got to school, Token got off the bus and noticed Nichole waving at him. Telling Jimmy he would see him later, he went over to her. He gave her a quick kiss in greeting.

"Hey, babe, what's up?" he asked.

"Not much," Nichole replied, "Oh, except for the fact that they put security guards at entrance to school." Token stared at her in surprise.

"Really?"

She nodded. "Yeah, since Wendy was abducted at school yesterday they really wanted to beef up security," she explained.

Token sighed. "It probably won't help," he guessed, "I mean, why would the kidnapper abduct another kid from school?"

Nichole merely shrugged in reply. "I'm more concerned with where they're getting the funding for this," she said, "They installed metal detectors too. And x-ray scanners."

"Geez, this is the TSA all over again," Token groaned.

"Tell me about it," Nichole laughed. They both laughed for a moment. "No, seriously, tell me about it. I have no idea what you're talking about."

It took a while for Token and his friends to get through security. Especially poor Jimmy, who had to uncomfortably drag himself through the metal detector since he wasn't allowed to use his crutches. Token glared at the guards the whole time. Did they really think Jimmy would be a threat?

"Can you believe those guys?" Token muttered to his friends, "Just sitting and watching Jimmy without even helping him?"

"Are you all right, Jimmy?" Craig asked him, "You're not too tired?"

"I'm f-fine, thanks C-Craig," Jimmy replied as he walked alongside them, "Though, it w-would have been n-nice if I had b-been allowed to use my crutches."

"It's ridiculous," Clyde agreed with a sigh, "Imagine how it must've been for Timmy!"

For the rest of the day officers patrolled the hallways as if they really thought they were going to catch the kidnapper that way. Token figured it would be pretty hard to catch the kidnapper, considering they had absolutely no leads, no clues, and no ideas. All this did was upset everyone.

It was particularly unnerving to have a guard breathing down their necks while trying to solve long and complicated math equations. Especially since the math teacher Mr. Adder, was somewhat insane. A genius, sure, but also insane. He tended to ramble to himself as he wandered around the room keeping an eye on all the students. The officer in the room didn't seem to bother him at all.

"The students are now answering the questions on the board as per instructions," Mr. Adder muttered to his pen, as if it were some sort of recording device, "Soon I will be quizzing them to see if any of them actually got them right."

Token tried to ignore Mr. Adder and focus on his work, but the teacher was now standing over him, watching him with a critical eye, waiting for him to mess up. Trying his best not to shudder, Token looked down at his notebook, where he had written the equation.

Please go away, Token thought to himself, You're making me so nervous!

"I appear to have unnerved one of my students while observing him," Mr. Adder said to his pen, "I will have to do further testing to see how the student fairs under pressure."

Hearing a silent snicker somewhere next to him, Token casted an angry glare at Clyde, who sneered at him. As soon as Mr. Adder moved away, Token flipped Clyde off. Clyde rolled his eyes and went back to his work.

When the bell finally rang, Token was more than a little relieved. He didn't know how much more he could take of Mr. Adder scrutinizing everything he did. As he stepped out of the math room, he spotted Nichole and walked over to her.

"Hey, baby," he greeted, "Shall I walk you to your next class?"

"Oh Token," Nichole giggled, "You're such a gentleman!" She offered her hand, and Token grinned before taking it. Their next class was right next to each other, so it wasn't like he was going far out of his way to walk her.

As they walked through the halls, security guards just standing around staring at them, Token felt guilty when he saw Stan and Kyle by the lockers, with Stan holding Kyle in a tight hug as Kyle murmured comforting words to him. He couldn't possibly imagine the pain Stan must've been going through.

"I hope Wendy is ok," Nichole sighed, "She was like, my best friend. I can't believe she was just snatched from school like that."

"Yeah," Token muttered, "What kind of sicko kidnaps someone from school? There could've been someone around who saw!"

"But there wasn't," Nichole pointed out, "It's like whoever did just knew there was going to be no one around."

Token looked at her. How did the kidnapper know that there was going to be no body around? Could it be that-? No, that was impossible. He was going to say something to Nichole, but at that moment they arrived at their next class. So instead, he gave her a quick kiss and entered the classroom.

Mr. Biggleston was at his desk, shuffling papers as the students filed in. Token took a seat next to Craig, who was sitting at the end of a row, much to the annoyance and anger of Clyde. He glared at Token and took a seat behind Craig instead.

"Are you doing ok?" Token asked, leaning over to Craig.

"Maybe a little," Craig sighed, "I've started working with Stan and Kyle to try to find more clues on who the kidnapper might be. I guess actually doing something about this instead of just moping around has helped me feel a little better."

Token couldn't help but smile a little. "That's good," he said, "It's not healthy to just sit around doing nothing all day."

Craig nodded, but didn't get to say anything as Mr. Biggleston started class. "Okay, class, let's get started! Today we're going to discuss the French Revo-"

"Mr. Biggleston," Stan interrupted, raising his hand. Mr. Biggleston looked rather surprised that someone had a question before he had even started.

"Um, yes, Stanley?" he asked.

"Do you know anything about the kidnapping incident in North Park from ten years ago?" Stan wondered.

As the rest of the class started voicing their agreements, Mr. Biggleston started to look worried and nervous. He cleared his throat and tugged at his collar.

"Um, w-where did you hear about that?" he questioned Stan.

"Well, what's going on now is very similar to what happened in North Park," Stan explained, "I just wanted to know if you had any information on it."

Mr. Biggleston was silent for a moment as sweat ran down his forehead. The class all stared at him. He let out an awkward cough.

"Er, n-no," he stuttered, "Why would I? I'm just a simple history teacher. I don't know anything! Now drop it!"

The class fell silent again at Mr. Biggleston's outburst. No one said anything as he started talking about the French Revolution.

"I wonder why Mr. Biggleston got so upset when asked about the North Park incident," Token said to Jimmy after class.

"M-M-Me too," Jimmy agreed, "He s-seemed really n-nervous."

"Yeah," Token muttered. He suddenly realized that Craig and Clyde weren't following them, and something told him to find out why. "I'll catch up with you, Jimmy, I just need to get something I left in class."

He went back to the history class, painfully aware of the security guards staring at him. When he got back to the classroom, it was dark, but he could hear voices inside. Token stopped to listen, pressing against the wall next to the door.

"Clyde, we need to get to lunch," Craig was saying, "Everyone's already there by now. I bet Token and Jimmy are wondering where we are."

"Relax, Craig, we'll get there soon enough," Clyde replied.

Curiosity got the better of Token and he carefully peeked into the room. Craig was watching Clyde put things into his backpack, as Clyde took his time. Then he straightened and turned to Craig.

"I wanted to sit next to you during class today," he confessed.

"I'm sorry," Craig said in soft voice. Clyde stepped forward and draped his arms around his friend's neck. A boiling anger started to rise in Token.

"Don't apologize," Clyde murmured to him, "At least we have time to ourselves now."

Token had to stop himself from bursting into the room and punching Clyde's lights out as Clyde leaned in and kissed Craig deeply. He was equally annoyed that Craig simply closed his eyes and allowed Clyde to kiss him. He didn't seem to be kissing Clyde back, but Token was mad that Clyde thought it was okay to make out with him even though he was still technically with Tweek.

Unable to watch any longer, Token snatched up his bag and stormed off.

When he got home from school that day, Token immediately went to his room and flopped down on his bed. What an exhausting and annoying day that was! He wanted to call out Clyde for kissing Craig and basically proving him right, but he didn't know how. He wanted to be able to tell Clyde that what he was doing wasn't right. But he knew Clyde would just get angry again.

Sighing, Token pulled out his phone and started going through Facebook, Twitter, and many news sites, seeing if there was any new information on the kidnappings. Unsurprisingly, there wasn't. It was South Park, after all, known for having one of the worst police departments in the country.

After an hour or so browsing his phone, Token decided to give Nichole a call. Maybe she could help cheer him up. He dialed her number, but it immediately went to a voice telling him that the number was no longer in service.

"That's odd," Token muttered to himself, "Did she change her number and forget to tell me? I could've sworn I called her on this number yesterday."

Deciding to think nothing of it for now, he called Jimmy instead and chatted with him for a while. They talked about how they were pretty sure having the police in their school wasn't going to help anything. Then Jimmy tried distracting Token with a new comedy routine that actually managed to get a laugh out of Token.

When they finally hung up, Token was feeling a lot better. He had dinner with his parents, took a shower, and went back to his room. He flopped down on his bed again while drying his hair and turned on the news. Right now, it was talking about the weather, so he didn't really pay attention. He stopped, however, when the broadcast came on, and a reporter was standing outside a familiar house.

"I am now outside the house of a one Nichole Daniels, who just hours ago was abducted from her house," the reporter announced.

Token's eyes widened and the remote fell from his hand. He couldn't even hear the TV anymore as the reporter said that the police currently had no leads and the only thing found was Nichole's smashed cellphone.

"No…" Token whispered, "No! Not her! Anyone but her!"

I don't know how obvious it was that Nichole was going to be kidnapped this chapter. I tried to throw you all off since Wendy was kidnapped last chapter. Who knows what could happen next?