((Warning this chapter is very fucked up. Blood, gore, and breaking down ahead.))

Craig let out a soft sigh as he shifts through the bodies. He should be upset about this, but for some reason he was more annoyed than anything. They were in his way, blocking his path. Though Craig was torn from his thoughts by an agonized scream of pain. It was Tweek, he had to get to Tweek. He starts to sprint pulling his gun from his side and kicks the door down.

He wasn't prepared for what he saw next. Tweek was tied down to a chair his shirt torn open, his chest was riddled with deep knife wounds that carved into him. Craig could only stare at Tweek not even noticing the culprit dropped the knife.

"Listen Craig, it had to be done! He killed Bebe, I was just getting revenge for her. He cut her throat and let her suffer! L-Listen... I'll come with you willingly." Wendy says oddly calm. Craig wasn't even sure if he was listening to her at this point. All he seemed to process was Tweek was hurt badly and that Wendy was the one who did it. He lifts his gun watching Wendy's face twist in panic as he pulls the trigger. Her body falls limply to the ground blood splattering behind her. Tweek who seemed to be coming around his haze of pain looks at Craig and then to Wendy.

"Craig…?" was all Tweek managed to choke out. Tweek was twitching badly, and was pale. Craig made his way over to Tweek taking Wendy's knife and cutting Tweek free from the ropes bindings.

"Yeah it's me babe…" he whispers calmingly to Tweek gently cupping Tweek's cheek to try and keep him calm. It's something he would do often for Tweek when his twitches got too bad. If Craig had to be honest he was probably doing this to keep himself calm. He takes out his phone and sighs softly.

"I'll call the cops…" Craig says looking down at his phone. It was almost out of battery… He quickly dials 911 before Tweek got his attention once more.

"Kyle… Is in the room… Down the hall… Hurry…" Tweek mumbles out through ragged breathing. Craig didn't have much of a choice in the matter he places the phone carefully into Tweek's hand.

"Tell them what's going on, I'll get Kyle." Craig could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he realizes what he did. He had killed Wendy, one of his childhood friends. He killed her in cold blood. He makes his way out of the room and down the hall as Tweek instructed. He couldn't break down, not yet. That was the gruesome reality of being a cop. No emotion, no ties. Something Craig had practiced well.

There was a pained scream from the hall and weak heavy pants. Craig held his gun at the ready his finger already on the trigger. He couldn't risk it, it was them or him. Craig waist no time kicking the door down. Token who had been waiting in a corner with an amused grin quickly flashes a look of panic as Craig points the gun at him.

Before Token could even speak Craig fired the gun. No emotions, no ties. Token fell to the a hole in his chest. He turns to the one who was torturing Kyle. Ike Broflovski. Kyle was far to out of it but he did seem to notice what was going on as Craig points the gun at Ike. Ike didn't even flinched just stared down the barrel with a grin on his face.

"Craig don't you fucking dare! Don't you hurt… My baby brother!" Kyle cussing out with the last bit of will power he had left. Craig couldn't focus on his words, it was like static in his ears. A very, annoying static. Craig couldn't care less, he came in here to do one thing and one thing only. Get Tweek out. He pulls the trigger watching as Ike's body falls limp. He rests his gun to the side of his hip staring down at the body. It was over, it was finally over.

"Ike! You fucking bastard! How could you!?" Kyle's piercing screeches rip Craig from his thoughts suddenly being slammed against the reality of it all. He killed one of his best friends, he killed a kid, he killed three people. Craig stumbles back slightly staring at Ike's body then to Token's. He killed them, he killed them. He pulled the trigger.

"I'm going to kill you Tucker! I'm going to kill you!" Kyle screams. There was no way he wasn't screaming his throat raw. Each word he screamed haunt him, echoed in his mind. Craig drops the gun and fell to his knees covering his ears in a pathetic attempt to stop the cries from Kyle. It was at that moment the realization hit Craig hard. There was no black and white, no bad and good. There was far more grey then black or white.

"Stop… Stop…" he pleads just above a whisper. Craig had saved him, he saved Kyle. He saved Tweek, he saved Kyle… So why didn't he feel like the bad guy? Arms wrap around Craig's shaken form. He could tell instantly who it was, Tweek. Craig looks up at Tweek trying his best to fight back his sobs to no avail. Tweek studies the area looking over at the bodies and then to Craig. Tweek carefully lifts Craig into his arms walking out of the room.

"Tweek you can't… Your wounds…" Craig tried to get free from Tweek's grasps but Tweek refused to budge.

"You'll hurt me more by struggling." Tweek states matter of factually. Craig gives in just closing his eyes trying to pretend this was all some fucked up dream. He'd wake up back at his desk drowning in paperwork. Or even better he'd wake up at school with Tweek at his side.

Tweek sits with a grunt of pain and Craig could feel the blood drenching Tweek's shirt. Craig refused to open his eyes as Tweek runs his fingers through Craig's hair idly. Off in the distance the familiar sound of sirens blare. Craig gives in trying to keep his sobs down and he freely breaks down clinging onto Tweek's shirt. It had been four years sense Craig had sobbed this badly. He couldn't remember why but he could remember the feeling. The ache and the feeling of being weak.

Craig was weak, at his worst and yet Tweek still held onto him. Hell Tweek even tried to soothe him. Everything after that happened in a blur. The cops came with an ambulance at the ready. Both Kyle and Tweek were carried out and Craig was brought into questioning.

Craig answered everything truthfully. There was no point in lying anymore. Luckily he learned that both Kyle and Tweek were alright, they both had some pretty bad scars but at least they were alive.

Craig of course couldn't go see either of them, he was in holding and being questioned relentlessly. As if what he went through wasn't stressful enough. Thankfully, after a full week he was let go. Craig knew exactly what he was going to do the second he got out. Hell, he knew what he was going to do when they first put him in holding. It was the same thing he's been trying to do sense high school. Find Tweek Tweak.