From now on everything should be original minus one chap. If ya like the story, go to Hell Park to read the comic. I don't care all too much for favs and comments. This was mainly for fun ^-^

Disclaimer: Hell Park belongs to Chickenstab, the cover is Evilfeather's. None of us own South Park

After much arguing and yelling, Craig finally went silent and reclused himself away from the group in his little corner of the barn.

Kenny and Token were still awake, for Token he was struggling. But he had to be awake for Nichole.

They are startled by a frustrated yell. "I can't take this anymore!" Craig gets to his feet and gets to the door. Kenny grabs his arm.

"Dude! Tweek said to wait in here! It could be dangerous out there."

Craig pushes his hand off him, "So he expects us to just sit here and starve? What about our parents, huh? I wouldn't be surprised if the whole town is out searching for us!"

"Craig, Gregory and the bitch might've destroyed a good portion of town. Mostly Gregory and his weird tentacle hand thingies when he went bananas chasing us."

Craig just frowns.

"Dude I know it's dumb but we should trust Tweek here."

"He could be tricking us and having us trapped here just has us as live bait in a box. Either way, I don't care anymore. I just want out."

Kenny sighs, "... Fine. I'll join you out then to make sure you have a witness to your death."

Craig slides open the barn doors and the two head out into the crisp, nighttime air. Craig takes a deep and long inhale and then sighs it all out. He felt himself calm down quite a bit. He was still pissed about his bedroom obviously.

"Better?" Kenny asks.

"Yeah… I don't feel so restricted now."

"Can we go back inside now?"

"Like hell I want back in."

Kenny just groans. The two freeze. Something was rustling the bushes. A figure bursts from the trees and lands before the two.

"SHIT THEY FOUND US!" Kenny yells, "I was right, you asshole!" He quickly runs back into the barn, leaving Craig behind.

Darkness. He shouldn't be surprised he was met with it but he knew he wasn't outside. Thomas slowly lifts his head and spots some familiar objects. A space mobile on the ceiling, a globe on a desk, a guinea pig cage.

… It was Craig's room.

Thomas felt his stomach drop. He hasn't been here in a while. He spots a picture frame next to the computer. He squints at it to get a better look, but his vision was a tad hazy from dying. Again.

"Ah you're finally awake."

He snaps his head towards Craig's bed. Gregory sits up and smiles at him. "How are you feeling?"

Thomas just gives him a fearful look.

"Aw don't be like that, Thomas." Gregory comes up to him, "It was your own fault you got in the way."

Thomas just makes a small sound.

"Now now, don't be like th-"

BAM

The two look out the window to find a certain Frenchman holding a pistol. He glares up at the window, moving his cigarette to the other side of his mouth.

Thomas begins to freak out and promptly voices out the window.

He pulls up his shovel and points it at Gregory. "Bonsoir, Bellarose."

Gregory groans, "You!? Of all people to come after me!? I shouldn't be surprised but we have done this song and dance for-" BAM. The bullet wizzes past Gregory's head and burrows into the wall behind him.

"SHIT- FUCK- COCK-" Thomas jumps out the window.

Gregory tries to grab for him but he has spread his wings and began to fly off. Damn imps and their wings! Why did Pip get a pair but he didn't!? Another bang and now Gregory has his face planted to the dirt below.

A foot stomps onto his back.

"Zat was easier zen usual." The mole smirks, "You've gotten rusty."

Gregory gives a muffled damn you.

Tricia and Karen run out of the house.

"What the fuck!?" Tricia yells.

"Are you ze sisters of monsieur Kenny and monsieur Craig?"

Karen hesitates, "Uh… Yes-"

"Good. Your brother has asked me to take you two somewhere safe and to," he stomps on Gregory's back, "rid some demons."

"Kenny? Who-"

"No time." He steps back to a quite fancy looking car and opens the door, "Get in while I tie him up."

The girls gulp but get into the car. Christophe pulls out a chain and wraps it around Gregory. Gregory hisses as the metal touches any bare skin.

"I may laugh at ze face of 'god', but I relish in you whining, 'hellspawn'." He pulls Gregory up like a sack.

"I'm not whini- ACK!" Gregory is thrown into the trunk of the car and shut in.

Christophe gets into the car and turns on the ignition. The car lights to life, purring like a kitten. He turns to the girls. "You shall be hiding away until I get ze other demons sorted."

The two girls just nod to what he says.

Christophe drives off, not noticing the other demon who just returned from Hell, glaring out the window.

"That slutty crotch waffle." She growls. She pulls a trunk up and sets it on a table. She pets it with a frown, "Soon, brother. But not now. We have a stain to save."

The box shakes a little, the lock bouncing. Almost in excitement.

Craig pulls up his fists. Like hell punching was gonna do much to these assholes, but it's better than nothing!

"Craig?"

Craig freezes. The figure comes into the light, meek and afraid.

"... Thomas?"

Thomas steps closer to Craig, a small shy smile on his face.

"But you died! Ag-again?" Craig drops his fists.

"Imps can't die. We just kinda… Clock out for a time until our bodies reconfigure."

Craig examines the other boy's face. It looked untouched. No teeth marks, no pearly skull, nothing. Aside from his shirt being bloodstained, Thomas was a-ok!

Thomas pokes his fingers together, "It's good to see you."

Craig's brows furrow. "How do I know this isn't a trick?"

"I-I swear- FUCK- that Tweek and I are trying to help!"

"Then why do you still follow that fucktard like one of his groupies, huh!?"

Thomas frowns, "He and Estella may be scary and violent, but-"

"MAY BE!? They are hunting us down just to tear us to shreds for some stupid revenge towards Stan! And now they're after all of us because I hit him with a chair!"

"Craig please- ASS- I don't want to hurt you!"

"A little too late for that, Thomas."

Thomas starts to hyperventilate until blood pours from his mouth to the ground again. "B-but Craig," he gurgles, "You're my best friend!"

"Not anymore you're not, you demon."

"There!" Kenny shouts. All the boys run out of the barn. Just about all of them were groggy and grumpy.

"I don't want to fight some fags," Cartman spat, "Let me go back to fucking bed."

Clyde mumbles some gibberish and seemed to have passed out while still standing.

"Guys we have one of the demons right here!" Kenny says, "And all he does is puke so he's totally weak and useless. We can just tie him up and use him for ransom!"

Thomas pukes harder, a large pond forming under his feet.

"We don't know that, stupid." Kyle grumbles.

Lights blind the group. Soon they hear squealing tires.

ROUND TWO

Thomas is slammed into a silver Mercedes and goes flying.

The doors open and the four girls peer out over their doors.

"Holy shit, Bebe." Says Red, "I think you hit someone."

"Did not! They should be watching where they're standing!"

"Token!" Nichole hurries up to her boyfriend and tackle hugs him. He half heartedly hugs back. His tiredness getting the best of him.

Where is Pip, you ask? He wasn't with Gregory and friends. Where could he be?

Pip flies about over the town of South Park, looking around joyously. Where could it be? Aha! He flies down to the Jazzing Rat's. He skips up to the bouncer and asks with his usual smile, "Cheerio! I would like to enter this establishment to meet with someone."

The bouncer looks him up and down and scoffs, "No kids allowed."

"Oh surely I don't look that young!" He squishes his own cheeks, "I am so flattered!"

The bouncer gives him an eyeroll, "There's a halloween store down the street. Maybe get yourself a better costume than that shit."

Pip looks to his attire, "Costume? You jest! Now," he grabs the bouncer's beefy arm, "Let me in, or I will have to show how naughty of a man you are!"

He bats his hand away. "Get lost, punk."

Pip smiles wider, his lips receding. "You asked for iiiiiiit~" He singsongs. His skin is pulled right back and he lunges.

Damian flicks some switches and the lights start to strobe, music pumping some beats. He hears a bloodcurdling scream coming from outside. No one else in the club seemed to notice the sound. He slips away and heads to the front.

He pokes his head out and spots the bouncer on the ground, his face devoured off. Damian hears an innocent giggle.

"There you are, Damian! I've been looking all over for you!"

Damian stares at Pip, then to the corpse, then back to Pip. "... Ugh, Philip why'd you have to go and do that." He steps out and closes the door behind him. "Now I'm going to have to rid the body." He snaps his fingers and a burst of red and green flame consumes the corpse. Soon the corpse was nothing but a pile of ash.

"Terribly sorry, Damian dear! He was quite rude."

Damian chuckles and pulls the demon into him. "C'mere, you."

Pip squeaks in joy and cuddles into the antichrist. Damian pushes his hat away, which drops to the ground. He softly pets the smaller male's golden locks. "Been having fun?"

"Joyous fun! We have been hunting down Stan and friends all night long," he choruses, "Gregory and Estella are getting quite unhappy about the whole shindig."

"Well that's what they get for being asshats. I still don't get why Gregory wants Stan's head on a pike. You'd think it would be bananas."

Pip laughs, "Oh behave! Let him have some fun for once. So far they are failing at such a simple task."

Damian scoffs, "Oh yeah. Philip, Stan and friends are planning to get a favor from me to drag you all back to hell."

"Oh?" Pip pulls away a bit, but not fully, "Are you going to let them?"

He shrugs. "Depends. I don't mind watching them squirm. Which reminds me, why did you follow Tweek out?"

"I haven't seen my old friends in a long while! I just thought that maybe after nine years they would finally apologize."

Damian frowns and leans his forehead to Pip's. "Philip, you know they will never, ever apologize. They're douchebags. Craig and Cartman mostly."

Pip just continues to smile, but Damian can tell he was quite sad. "Doesn't hurt to try!"

Damian hmphs. "Say I'll be on break soon," he takes the smaller one's hands and pulls off his gloves, "Wanna go and cuddle?"

Pip beams purely, "Of course!"

Damian takes a hand and leads him to the back, ring hand to ring hand.

"Oh for fucks sake where am I now!?" Tweek cries to no one. He was in the middle of some woods and he can't seem to figure out where Gregory and co have gone.

It's a good thing, yes. The mortals are safe from the imps insanity. But it's a bad thing for two reasons. If he doesn't know where they are, then they will eventually find the boys. And Tweek won't be able to stop them. The other bad thing, they were his friends. At least he saw them as some type of friends.

Thomas mostly. Gregory grew up with him practically. Pip and Estella… Yeah no they weren't friends. Speaking of Thomas, hopefully he has regenerated all right. It was his first time, anyways.

He hears the humming of a car engine pull up and stop. Who would be out in the woods this time of night?

He carefully tip-hooves over and peers around a tree. A fancy car sits in the middle of a quarry. A man in an aviator jacket and a shovel on his back opens one of the back doors and ushers them towards a bush.

What in the world was he doing?

He reaches into the bush and pulls at something. A door swings open from the ground. He says some things to the girls and the two head down. He goes to the trunk and unlocks it, pulling it only a few inches open but senses someone watching him.

Tweek stiffens and starts to slowly back away. He flaps his wings once, and with a loud bang he was on the ground. He yelps and clutches a wing. The asshole shot him!

A shadow towers over Tweek, shovel in hand.

"I see I was followed." He blows a cloud of smoke.

"Followed!? I didn't follow you!"

"Don't try to lie to me, ecume." He swings his shovel down at him. Tweek quickly rolls away and scrambles to his hooves.

"Wait! I don't want to hurt you! Hghghg-"

A shovel is swung at him, barely missing his face. Tweek stumbles back and just yells out in frustration. "Fine! Whatever!" He holds a hand and a pitchfork appears in his hand. He grips the weapon tightly, "I'll kick your ass!"

Christophe smirks. He spits out his cigarette and snuffs it with the back of his shoe. "Let's dance, ecume."

The two charge at each other, blade and prongs slam into each other.

The trunk is kicked open and Gregory sits up, trying to wriggle his way out of the chains. His tendrils weren't coming out, so he couldn't simply rip the chains off now. He hears a scuffle and spots Tweek and Christophe clashing fork and shovel. Christophe pulls out his pistol and shoots a few rounds at Tweek. Mostly at his wings.

Some have busted holes into the skin film of his wings, but the jittery boy was fighting back with a vengeance. Click click, the pistol has run out of bullets. Christophe tosses it aside and swings his weapon back at Tweek.

Tweek blocks it, fire burning in his eyes. He lets out an angry cry and slams the shovel out of Christophe's hands.

Greggory glances around the trunk and spots a key. Please for fucks sake be the key to these chains. He slips the key between his fingers and begins to fiddle with the lock.

Christophe is stunned and slammed to the ground by a strong kick to the chest. Tweek slams a hoof to his chest, Christophe deflating as the wind is knocked out of him.

Tweek raises his pitchfork over his head and stabs down. Christophe squeezes his eyes, accepting his fate. But he hears a shunk, and a smooth surface over his throat. He snaps his eyes open to find his throat inbetween the prongs of the pitchfork.

Tweek was heavily breathing and twitching. "Now will you fucking- nrrgh!- listen to me!?"

Christophe stares up at him and then glares, "I won't listen to anything you say, ecume."

"Well too bad! You're going to listen to me whether you like it or not!"

"You broke one of my ribs."

"I barely kicked you! Now listen, I have been spending the last two hours zipping about looking for someone to fucking help Clyde and friends– For all I know they left the fucking barn already like the morons they are– For when daytime comes so they can be protected. I would do it but the fucking sun weakens imps so as much as I wanna help the fucktards, I would lose a good deal of strength anyways!"

Barn? What barn? Gregory twists the key and with a click, the chains fall right off him. Ha! DeLorne you moron.

"Barn? So you're ze one who locked them away in Monsieur Stan's Barn."

Gregory feels a sinister smile spread across his lips. Such morons.

"Of course I did! It's the only place Gregory doesn't know about!"

"Not anymore it is."

Tweek freezes and snaps his head to where Gregory was standing. Gregory steps out of the trunk and gives Tweek a smile, but his eyes read that he was pissed beyond belief.

"Thank you, idiots. Now I shall head there now~" He vanishes.

Tweek starts to freak out and pull at his hair. "WHAT HAVE I DONE!? NOW THOSE GUYS ARE GONNA THINK I BETRAYED THEIR TRUST GHHHHHAAAA!"

Christophe pulls the pitchfork from his throat and gets back on his feet. He brushes himself off and grabs his shovel. Tweek grabs his shoulders and starts shaking him, "YOU GOTTA HELP ME MAN!"

Christophe shoves him off, "Why should I help you? I was paid to save some girls and kill you hellspawn."

"Paid? You're doing this for money?" Tweek thinks on it for a moment, "... Whatever they are paying you, I'll double it."

Christophe tilts a brow. "And how do I know zis is not a trick?"

Tweek opens his palm and in it is a gold coin. "How's 1500 AD Spanish coin?"

Christophe stares at it and takes it from his hand. He puts it between his teeth and lightly bites. He pulls it out and sees the indents of his molars.

"... Fine. Tell me what you want."

Tweek grins, but it drops. "Make sure the girls are safe and I'll take you to where Stan and friends are."

Christophe nods and goes to the bunker. He informs the girls he had to find their brothers and hands them a walkie talkie.

"So you only get me, and only me. There's no wifi or signal of any kind here, so you won't be able to call your families." He said. They just nervously nod. He shows them where food is and where they could sleep. He then grabs a backpack full of bullets and holy ornaments, and of course a fresh pack of cigs.

He collects his shovel and pistol. "I'm all set, ecume."

"Great! Now take my hands."

He does so. Tweek does a deep inhale.