I am going to warn you right now: the ending of this chapter is HEARTBREAKING! Like as I think about it and write it I am in tears. I debated changing it to have a happy ending, but I knew I couldn't do that because it would ruin the whole story. So, here's your warning. Get ready for it.

This chapter will also be a bit different as near the middle I'm going to go back and forth between Tweek and Craig's perspectives. Just so you know.

(Sorry this and my other stories have taken so long to update. I've been really feeling my depression lately, and it's hard for me to get motivated to write when I'm like this. I start to feel like all my work is crap when I get like that. I'll try to have chapters up sooner.)

Chapter 12 – Tweek/Craig

By the time Kevin was kidnapped, Tweek's vision had returned. It was nice to see again, but he wished his surroundings were less dreary. The man had not injected Kenny, Butters, and him again, but he had injected Wendy, Nichole, and Kevin as soon as he brought Kevin down to the basement. Tweek was surprised by how the serum affected them. Wendy became mute, Nichole couldn't control the volume of her voice, and Kevin couldn't speak above a whisper. It was rather creepy.

Kevin was wrapped in the blanket now, shivering with fear. Tweek had felt a little guilty that he got to use a blanket to keep himself warm just because Jackson liked him more. So, instead of hogging it to himself, he started passing it to the others. They decided to rotate every night who got the blanket, so everyone got a turn with it. It made them all feel at least a little better, despite everything.

There was the sudden sound of the basement door opening, and stronger light flooded into the room, making everyone cringe and flinch. Tweek curled up, but he knew it was no use. He knew who was coming down the steps, and he knew it was useless to struggle against him.

"AGH! TURN DOWN THAT LIGHT!" Nichole shouted, "IT'S TOO BRIGHT! IT'S HURTING MY EYES!"

Jackson ignored her and went over to Tweek. He unlocked his shackles and hauled the blond to his feet. Then he dragged him out of the room. Tweek tried not to let tears come to his eyes, as he knew exactly where they were going.

As soon as they reached the bedroom, Jackson threw Tweek onto the bed and then started pacing around in annoyance. Tweek huddled up near the pillows, using one to shield himself from Jackson.

"God, your stupid boyfriend makes me so angry!" he hissed, stomping around the room, "Do you know what he did to me yesterday? He fucking attacked me for no reason!"

Tweek knew Jackson was exaggerating, as Craig never attacked anyone without a reason, but he didn't say so out loud. He simply continued to stare as Jackson stormed around.

"He's cheating on you, you know!" Jackson continued, "I've seen it! He's been making out with that Clyde kid! It's like he doesn't even care about you!"

"No…" Tweek whispered, and he felt his heart breaking, "No, Craig would never cheat on me! He cares about me!" Doesn't he?

Jackson scoffed. "I don't know about that," he hissed, "He's in such denial, he attacked me for it. Because he doesn't want to face the truth that I know his dirty little secret!" He looked over at Tweek and saw the tears in his eyes. Quickly relaxing his anger, he climbed onto the bed next to him.

"Hey, don't be upset," he said in a gentle voice, "Even if that scumbag doesn't appreciate you, I still love you." He went to put an arm around Tweek, but he flinched away from the older boy. Jackson sighed.

He opened his mouth and was about to say something, but suddenly a ringing sound came from his back pocket. Cursing under his breath, Jackson pulled it out and answered it.

"What?" he snapped. Tweek strained his ears to try to hear what the other person was saying. He could only catch snippets, though. Something about "pools" and "ambush" and "drowning." Tweek shivered.

Jackson growled into the phone. "I don't care how you do it! Just get rid of him!" he hissed. Then he angrily hung up and dropped the phone on the night stand. "Ugh, never have idiots as underlings," he muttered.

Tweek didn't reply. He was trying to figure out what that phone conversation was about, but it was too vague. Who were they trying to get rid of?

He flinched when Jackson sat up and wrapped his arms around him. He trembled nervously as he started kissing his neck and throat.

"Don't worry, Tweek," Jackson murmured, "Soon you won't have to worry about anything. It'll just be you and me."

Craig didn't care if was late out and he probably shouldn't be walking around by himself. He just needed some alone time, some time to think without being smothered by people. He appreciated Clyde's efforts to cheer him up, but he couldn't help but wonder if it was more than that. After all, Clyde had confessed he was in love with him. But Craig was dating Tweek, who was missing. Was Clyde trying to move in on him?

The thought made Craig stop in his tracks. No, he couldn't possibly be. Clyde was his best friend. Even though he was in love with Craig, he had been totally ok with him dating Tweek. There was no way he was trying to replace him.

…Right?

Before Craig could think about it any longer, a burlap sack was suddenly thrown over his head, and he was grabbed from behind. Immediately a sense of panic and fear filled him, and he started struggling to free himself. He could hear at least four guys talking to each other, trying to hold him still. He felt his arms and legs being bound, in yet he still fought.

He felt himself being thrown into the back of a car and heard a door slam shut. Craig tried to control his breathing, as being thrown around so roughly had made him nearly pass out. His captors were talking in low voices and the roar of the engine made it so Craig couldn't hear what they were talking about.

Suddenly, the car stopped, and Craig was dragged out. The burlap sack was still on his head, so he had no idea where he was. He heard a door open as he continued struggling, even though he knew it was hopeless.

Just when he was wondering what they were going to do with him, Craig suddenly felt himself being thrown, and a moment later his body hit water and he was instantly submerged. He let out an involuntary gasp, and water immediately filled his lungs.

The moment Craig hit the water, Tweek shot up from the bed, gasping for air. Jackson stared in surprise at him as the blond fell to the floor. Leaping to his side, Jackson stared down at him with shock and fear.

"Tweek?" he called, "What's wrong? Are you having trouble breathing?"

Both Craig and Tweek struggled for air, as Craig fought to free himself and Tweek clawed at the bedsheets. What was happening? Why couldn't he breath? They could both feel themselves starting to pass out, and Jackson watched hopelessly.

Just as Craig was thinking he was going to drown, he felt himself suddenly being pulled out of the water. The sack was torn off his head, and he took a huge breath of air. As he fell to the floor, gasping and coughing, with his eyes squeezed shut, he felt someone remove his bindings. It was several minutes before Craig got his breath back and he opened his eyes and rolled over to see his rescuer.

"C-Clyde?" Craig coughed, "What are you doing here? Where did those guys who captured me go?"

"I managed to fight them off with a pole," Clyde replied, "I was staring out my bedroom window when I saw those guys jump you, so I hopped on my bike and followed after them. I'm so glad I did. You nearly drowned!"

"Thank you, I'm aware," Craig muttered, sitting up. He was completely soaked from head to toe, and he couldn't stop shivering. But now that he was safe, he looked around and realized that they were in the pool room at the school.

Clyde leaned over and wrapped his arms around Craig, bringing his shivering body closer to his own warm and dry one. Craig gratefully leaned on him, embracing the warmth.

"Do you have any clue as to who those guys were?" Clyde asked after a moment.

"No," Craig admitted, "They were talking in low voices, so I couldn't hear them. I'm almost certain they're with the kidnapper though. Maybe he found out that we've been investigating him and wants to take us out."

Shivering at the thought, Clyde pressed Craig closer. "Come on," he encouraged, "Let's get you home so you can dry off. You don't mind riding behind me on my bike, do you?"

"I guess not," Craig said, leaning against Clyde as he led him out of the building.

Over in Jackson's room, Tweek was laying on the floor, gulping in huge breaths of air as Jackson hovered over him.

"Tweek?" he called out lowly, "Are you okay? What happened?"

It was several moments before Tweek could answer. "I-I don't know," he breathed, panting slightly, "I just suddenly couldn't breathe. It felt like I was drowning or something."

Jackson's face paled. He leaned over and carefully pulled Tweek to his feet. "Let's get you to bed," he murmured, "I'm not going to make you sleep in that basement tonight."

Usually Tweek would want to object; he honestly preferred the basement to being with Jackson. But he was incredibly exhausted and confused and didn't bother fighting him. Luckily, it seemed like Jackson wasn't in the mood for sex tonight and simply laid down next to Tweek, wrapping the younger boy in his arms.

Stan and Kyle were over at Craig's house early the next morning. He was still asleep when his mom let them in the house and they went up to his room. Clyde was asleep next to Craig with one arm draped over his friend's torso. When the two entered, Stan cleared his throat and knocked on the door frame, startling Craig and Clyde awake.

"Hey guys," Kyle greeted, "It's like, one in the afternoon. What are you doing still asleep?" Craig groaned a little.

"We were up late last night," he grumbled, "Some assholes kidnapped me and tried to drown me in the school's pool."

"Oh my God!" Stan exclaimed, "Are you ok?"

"Yeah," Craig replied. He sounded like he was still tired. "Luckily Clyde saw the whole thing and saved me."

"Do you think they were in cahoots with our kidnapper?" Kyle wondered.

"Probably," Clyde answered, "We're probably going to have to start being more careful from now on. If those guys really are with the kidnapper, then that must mean he knows we're investigating. We might even be close to something he wants to stay hidden."

"We're going to have to start being a lot more careful from now on then," Stan muttered.

Stan and Kyle then told them about their journey to North Park the previous day and how they found several pages from the year book torn out. They also explained their theory about how whoever the kidnapper is probably was a teacher at North Park ten years ago, and Craig found himself agreeing. It made sense after all.

After they left, Craig gave serious consideration to going back to bed, but Clyde would have none of it.

"Come on, man, you can't spend all day in bed," Clyde urged his friend. Craig merely grunted in reply, causing Clyde to sigh. "Hey, I know this sick party that's going on tonight. Maybe we could go to it. Might help you take your mind off things."

Craig looked up at his friend from where he lay on the bed and sighed. "Fine," he muttered, "If it'll make you happy."

Jackson laid on top of Tweek, kissing him deeply, and his arms wrapped around him. He moaned as he kissed the small blond, and Tweek could only try hard not to shudder. He could only be glad that it was just kissing and not sex. He was trying not to think of how rough the stubble on Jackson's face felt against his skin, or how Jackson subconsciously grinded against him. It may or may not have been hard to believe, but Tweek really would have preferred to be back in the basement with the others. At least he wasn't afraid of them.

"Oh Tweek," Jackson murmured as he started kissing his neck, "I could just lay here and kiss you all day and night. Why can't I just keep you in my arms forever?"

Tweek didn't reply, even though he could think about a dozen witty comebacks to that question. But even thinking about it made him miss Craig, as Craig probably would've come up with those and even more. He stared dully at the room as Jackson continued kissing his neck.

As he stared at the door, he let out a loud startled yelp when there was a sudden knock on the door. Jackson sighed with annoyance and sat up, smoothing down his shirt and trying to look presentable.

"Come in!" he called.

The door opened, and half a dozen teens came pouring in. Tweek stared in surprise as Jackson grinned at him. "These are some of my friends, Tweek," he explained, "They're totally loyal to me, so don't go thinking they're going to help you escape. Not that you would want to, of course."

"Hey man!" called one of the girls, "Are we gonna start this thing or what?" Tweek flinched as she whipped off her top, exposing her breasts.

Jackson's friends all started stripping their clothes until they were all naked. Jackson grinned and started undressing himself, and Tweek scrambled into the corner and curled up in fear. What were they doing? Why was everyone naked?!

He was answered when one of the guys shoved a girl onto the bed and started having sex with her. Tweek watched with horror as Jackson and his friends started having sex with each other. Jackson let a guy go down on him as he massaged the tits of another girl.

As Tweek continued to stare in fear, one the guys started walking over to him. Tweek curled up even further, trying to make himself as small as possible.

"Hey little cutie," the guy cooed, "How about having a little fun with me?" Tweek squeaked in fear.

"Hey!" Jackson snapped. He pushed the guy giving him a blowjob away and stormed over to Tweek and the other guy. "Back off, man! This one's mine! Don't you dare touch him!"

The guy slowly backed away and went back to the orgy. Jackson casted a quick look at Tweek before returning as well. The orgy continued for well over an hour before everyone finished, with Tweek cowering in the corner the whole time.

The entire room stank of sex and sweat, and Tweek had to stop himself from gagging. Everyone lay around, panting and breathing hard. Jackson was the only one who wasn't out of breath, as he leaned back against the pillows with his arms behind his head.

"You losers better get your act together if you want to make it to tonight's party," Jackson sneered at them. His friends all gave him annoyed looks.

"Give us a minute, Jackson," one of the guys growled, "We can't last as long as you."

Jackson smirked at them. He looked over at Tweek shivering in the corner. Then he got an idea and smiled.

"Everyone, get dressed," he commanded, "We're going to that party. And we're taking Tweek with us." Everyone, including Tweek, looked at him with surprise.

"Uh, are you sure that's a good idea?" one of the girls wondered, "What if someone at the party recognizes Tweek and calls the cops?" Jackson scoffed.

"We're going to be wearing disguises, stupid," he explained, "All of us will. I just want my love to get out of this house for a while. And don't worry, he'll be by my side the whole time." He walked over to Tweek and hauled him to his feet.

Tweek shivered with anticipation. This could be his one chance to escape. He was determined not to mess it up.

The party was taking place in an old run-down house that a bunch of teenagers had basically taken over. There were strobe lights flashing and music blaring and black light streaming. It made the house loud and dark. There was barely an inch of space between dancing bodies of people. Craig absolutely hated it. Why had he agreed to come here? Oh yeah, because Clyde thought it would be a good idea.

Honestly, if he wasn't there with Clyde he wouldn't be there at all, even on a good day. Craig had never been fond of being surrounded by strangers, and even though South Park was a small town, he didn't recognize anyone here.

Keeping close to Clyde, Craig was quickly growing annoyed from being shoved around by dancing people. He pressed against Clyde as his friend led him over to where there was a table serving punch that had no doubt been spiked.

On the opposite side of the room, Jackson and his gang were just arriving, dressed up in outfits that hid well who they were, but also made them blend into the crowd. Jackson had a firm grip on Tweek's arm to keep him close, and one of his lackeys stood on the other side of Tweek so he couldn't try to talk to anyone.

"Dude! This party is so sick!" one of Jackson's girls exclaimed.

"Someone go get us some drinks!" Jackson ordered, "And let's really get this party going!" He turned to Tweek and tugged him closer. "Would like a drink, honey?" he asked.

Tweek silently shook his head, as he scanned the crowd, trying to find just one familiar face. If there was someone, anyone, maybe he would be able to come up with a way to escape.

It was then that Tweek spotted them, and his heart practically stopped. Craig and Clyde, together, about half way across the room. Where Jackson and his gang were, they were on a raised platform that overlooked the rest of the room, so Tweek could see Craig and Clyde clearly. His heart started thundering.

If only there was a way to get their attention! Sure, Jackson had put a disguise on him, but it mostly just clothes that Tweek would never wear. Surely his own boyfriend would be able to recognize him still!

Tweek felt his breath catch in his throat as Clyde suddenly looked his way and locked eyes with him. For a moment Tweek feared that he wouldn't recognize him, but then Clyde's eyes widened as realization dawned on him. Tweek's heart leaped. Yes! Now Clyde could tell Craig and they could rescue him!

He watched with eager anticipation as Clyde turned to Craig and said something to him. He waited for Clyde to point him out and for Craig to turn and see him. But Tweek's heart started to sink when Clyde pulled Craig in the opposite direction, away from Tweek and Jackson.

"No!" Tweek whispered with fear, "No! What is he doing?"

"Come on, Craig," Clyde said as he pulled his friend away, "I think you could use a drink. It might loosen you up!"

"I don't want a drink, Clyde," Craig muttered, "You know that punch is probably spiked." Clyde looked at him.

"Yeah, that's why it'll loosen you up," he explained, "Here, I'll get one and you can just have one sip. All right?" Craig let out a heavy sigh.

"Only for you, Clyde," he murmured.

As Clyde left his side to get a drink, Craig suddenly felt a wave of anticipation wash over him. Anxiety flared within him and his heart started beating faster. What was happening? Why was he suddenly feeling like this?

When Clyde returned, Craig took the drink from him and took a long sip, but it did little to calm his nerves. Clyde gave him a concerned look.

"Are you ok?" he asked.

"I don't know," Craig muttered, "I just feel so anxious all of a sudden."

"Come on, let's move over here," Clyde suggested, leading him towards the far end of the house. But something suddenly compelled Craig to turn around and scan the crowd.

And finally, their eyes met. Tweek's eyes widened as Craig finally saw him and his face instantly lit up with recognition. He saw Craig's mouth move, but he couldn't hear what he said. But Tweek didn't care. Craig saw him. He knew him. He would save him.

"Clyde!" Craig hissed, gripping Clyde's arm, "It's Tweek! He's here!" He pointed excitedly over at him. He could see that someone was holding Tweek's arm, preventing him from moving, but he didn't know who it was.

As much as he wanted to just run over and grab Tweek, Craig knew he had to be smart about it. He couldn't let Tweek's captor see him, or he would drag Tweek away and he would be lost. Ignoring Clyde who was trying to pull him away for some reason, Craig slowly and methodically started weaving his way through the dancing crowd towards Tweek.

Tweek watched Craig with his eyes, trying not to draw attention to what he was doing. Currently, Jackson had a drink in his hand and was talking to his friends, ignoring Tweek. His grip on his arm had even loosened, and Tweek needed to keep it that way. He carefully inched forward a bit, hoping Jackson wouldn't notice.

Craig was almost there. He could reach out for Tweek. Eagerly, Tweek held out his free hand. Only a few more inches and Craig could grab him and take him away…

"Dude! Watch out! It's Craig!" someone shouted, and suddenly the person holding Tweek started yanking backwards. Gasping, Tweek pulled back, desperately reaching for Craig as he pushed his way through the crowd and reached out to Tweek. Craig knew if he could just take a hold of Tweek's hand, he would never let go, no matter how strong this person was. Just one inch more…

Suddenly one of the dancing people pushed a drunk person away from them and that drunkard stumbled into Craig, knocking him to the ground and out of Tweek's reach.

"NO!" Tweek shouted, tears filling his eyes as Jackson and his friends pulled him away, "CRAIG!"

"TWEEK!" Craig cried, "NO! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME AGAIN!" He pushed the drunk guy off him and jumped to his feet. But Tweek was gone. Determined not to lose him, Craig pushed his way through the crowd towards the other exit, vaguely aware of Clyde calling to him.

Finally, he made it outside, only to see a car racing away into the distance, turn a corner and disappear. Craig stared after it in despair as tears filled his eyes. He fell to his knees and let out a strangled cry of grief.

"NO!" he sobbed, "No! No! No! No! I was so close! I almost had him back! Why, God? Why?" He didn't care if he was causing a scene. He continued crying until he felt someone kneel down beside him and wrap him in his arms. Sobbing, Craig pressed his face into Clyde's chest.

"Clyde," he whispered, "I was so close!"

"Shh…" Clyde shushed him, "I know, Craig, I know. I'm so sorry."

He carefully pulled Craig to his feet, keeping his arms around him the whole time. "Let's go home," he murmured, "And forget about this whole day."

Craig didn't say anything and simply allowed himself to be led away from the still partying house.

As soon as Jackson got Tweek back to his room, Tweek collapsed on the bed, sobbing. Jackson had sent his friends home as he didn't really feel like partying anymore. More than anything he regretted bringing Tweek to the party. He had just wanted Tweek to be able to get out of the house for a while. If he had known Craig would be there he wouldn't have brought him. He sat on the bed staring at Tweek who was curled up and crying uncontrollably.

"Craig…" he breathed, tears rolling down his face, "Oh Craig! I miss you so much! Craig!" Jackson bit his lower lip.

"I'm sorry Tweek," he murmured, "I shouldn't have brought you to that party. I didn't know Craig would be there. I want you to be happy, but I simply can't let you go. You understand, right?"

"NO!" Tweek snapped at him, "I don't! You claim to love me! You say you want me to be happy! But you keep me away from the love of my life! You rape me! You keep me locked up! I don't think you have the slightest idea what love is!"

With that, Tweek curled up again and went back to crying. Jackson didn't say anything. He simply laid down on the bed and turned off the lamp. He listened to Tweek's tortured sobs all night.

Damn. This chapter was way longer than I meant it to be. And it was really hard to write. I am not used to writing straight up angst with no happy ending. In Paranoia it was different when Tweek had his melt down, because I knew it was going to be better next chapter. That is not the case here. Things aren't going to get better for a while.

I hope this didn't bum you out too much and that you aren't too mad with how long this took. Like I said, depression man. It sucks. But now that I've got this chapter out of the way maybe I can start writing more. Anyway, leave a comment and I'll try to have the next chapter out sooner!