Prompt: Humans are the rarest and the deadliest species in the known universe. Often, search parties go missing due to a run in with a human ship. It has recently come to light that there is an entire planet full of them.
Prompt: It is illegal to contact the humans, as they wear an evolutionary scar from their time as prey. It is known as 'fear' and it makes them volatile and unpredictable.
A/N: I do not own South Park or any planets… I also do not own either of the writing prompts that I am using to write this story.
Craig come to consciousness and felt as if his head had been split open. He stood up and looked around the campsite, his eyes landing on a familiar orange parka attached to a pair of legs that he knew belonged to Kenny. The fact that Kenny was dead had no particular effect on Craig as that is actually a pretty normal occurrence, no what had an effect on Craig was that his camp site seemed to be in tatters. The tents were all torn apart and all of their stuff seemed to be strewn around the camp site and all of the other guys seemed to have left, the footsteps in the snow gave it away that they had left of their own accord.
It took Craig walking to the bottom of the hill on his way home for him to remember that Tweek had come back the night before. He remembered their conversation and then walking outside and almost running into another blue skinned alien that was blond like Tweek but had longer moving blond hair and purple eyes. He could tell she was female and when she reached out and hit him he couldn't stop himself from gasping in pain. He heard Tweek call her name and he recognized it, Bebe, she was the one Tweek was betrothed to. Despite his situation, Craig hadn't been able to stop the scowl that had formed on his face when he realized that this was Bebe. The fact that he couldn't seem to break out of her grasp informed him that she was just as strong, though perhaps a little less, than Tweek and the fact that she had been so pretty had not been a surprise to him. This girl was the one that Tweek had told Craig he would spend the rest of his life with and Craig had in that moment felt like an idiot for believing that Tweek would want him over his betrothed.
Now Craig, thinking about the rest of the conversation where Tweek had told him that his race was to die, broke into a run as he tried to ignore the hurt he felt as he thought about his family and the friends that had left him up there, no doubt assuming he was dead judging by the state of the campsite. He arrived quick enough to find the town of South Park in ruins. Blood ran thickly through the streets and the air seemed to be full of ships that fired off shots every which way into crowds thick with people and the air was filled with the scent of death and the sounds of screams.
He passed the elementary school which was on fire as he hurried toward his house. No one was home which did not surprise Craig in the least as he turned around and hurried back out of the house and toward the center of town where more chaos was happening. He found Butters off the side of the movie theaters doling his stomach which had blood pouring out between his fingers. He looked up at Craig's approach and said Craig's name so weakly before his voice dissolved into coughs so strong that his stomach convulsed as more blood poured out and the hand that Butters had raised to his mouth was suddenly drenched scarlet as more blood came from his mouth as he coughed. Craig watched helplessly as Butters struggled to breath and then lay still, his blood still flowing from his mouth and stomach as he died.
Craig stood up and continued toward the center of town feeling numb. He had never been particularly close with Butters but he hadn't wanted to see him dead. He was almost running by the time he arrived to the center of town to see so many people running around a getting killed. There were aliens and humans fighting hand to hand and there were alien ships flying overhead shooting into the hoard. Craig stepped forward to either yell or join the crowd when he saw out of the corner of his eye a red coat which caused Craig to hurry over to Clyde who was in about the same state as Butters had been when Craig found him. He was coughing on his own blood and tears were streaming down his face as he struggled to breath and Craig found himself crying as he took Clyde into his arms and held his eldest friend in his arms as he died.
Craig wasn't sure how long he held his friend's lifeless body but his tears finally subsided enough for him to look around at all of the blood shed again. There was shouting nearby that had him turning around and watching as Jimbo and Ned came on the scene with their guns and shooting the aliens with the blue skin. Craig watched as their bodies fell and blood the color of pus oozed out of them in thick chunks of liquid and solidified when they reached the ground, it was a disturbing sight and the amount of aliens that converged on Jimbo and Ned soon after all of the killings was more than Craig could count. He turned back to look at Clyde's body and felt a pang of loss again as he gently set it on the ground and stood up brushing the dirt from his knees and smearing the blood from both his run ins from Butters and Clyde further into the material.
Feeling numb, Craig turned back towards the crowd of Sateils and watched in something of a daze as Jimbo and Ned stood back to back shooting into the crowd surging on them. The empty click from Jimbo's gun sounded hollow and far away as he swore and swung the gun at the nearest alien's head, a female with long red moving hair, just for the Sateil to catch it and pull hard which caused Jimbo to almost fall against the alien's chest, her arms went up around his neck and for one wild moment Craig was certain she was embracing Jimbo until the loud SNAP! was heard and Jimbo fell to the ground in a crumpled heap leaving Ned to continue shooting and moving away from him to try and get to safety; the numbers were to great however and the echoing click from his last gun was an awful sound. Craig watched as Ned's fist connected with the jaw of one of the Sateils.
Craig was jerked to the side before he could continue watching Ned causing Craig to whirl around and come face to face with a blue skinned, glowing pale green eyed Sateil with short brown hair. He glared at Craig and hit him across the face with force which caused Craig to fall backwards and skid a couple of feet. Craig stumbled to his feet and took a step back towards the Sateil who hit him once more causing Craig to fall again. His head hurt when he stood up again and upon the third blow to his face he could see the world tilting dangerously to one side but Craig stood up again and held his ground as he stared up at the alien defiantly.
The Sateil continued to glare, he seemed to grow bored of smacking Craig around, as he finally raised his gun and pointed it at Craig's chest. Craig decided it didn't matter at this point since he was sure everyone he cared about was dead, He pictured himself dying an almost noble death at the hands of the vicious alien and nobody would be around to cry over his body. But Craig's resolve of steel wavered slightly as he pictured another Sateil with bright glowing green eyes and blond moving hair looking at him and smiling. Craig felt his heart hurt as his conversation with him repeated and he once again saw the pretty purple eyed Sateil glaring at him. Pushing those thoughts aside he met the eyes of the brown haired Sateil and waited for him to pull the trigger as his thoughts wandered back to the feel of Tweek in his arms and his adorable confusion over how everything worked on Earth compared to his own planet. The Sateils fingered landed on his trigger and Craig felt his eyes watering as he refused to blink as he watched his own death coming.
Craig felt himself being pushed backwards as someone stepped in front of him, the dizzy feeling not helping his balance any as he fell to the ground and looked up slowly at the one who stood with his back to Craig and faced the brown haired Sateil head on. Craig's savior had moving blonde hair and blue skin, the set of his shoulders was stiff and his voice was hard when he spoke.
"Stop this right now. There has been enough death, he isn't even fighting you back." Tweek commanded.