A/N:
Hey guys! I'm so sorry for the late update! I'm really busy right now- we just moved into a new house and we're getting settled so bear with me, mkay? I love you guys! PS~ Also Fanfiction isn't letting me log on right now, so I'm probably going to have to wait until they fix their problems to upload this. Sorry for the delayness- but anywho: Thanks to all who reviewed! Okay I'll stop rambling now so you can get to the story. Without further ado, I give you the fourth chapter of "And Then There Were Fewer"!
~NO POV~
Tweek Tweak had been talking to Token when it happened. They were laughing themselves stupid about some 'thats what she said' joke- which Kenny had told. Tweek was probably the only sober person at the party, besides maybe Craig who refused to get drunk. Because of this, Tweek knew he wasn't hallucinating or imagining the lights going out and hearing a demonic voice-followed by a blood curdling shriek. He immediately yelped out, grabbing someone's hand that just happened to be close by.
After the screeching had been cut off by a gurgle and the same demonic voice laughing maniacally, the lights flickered back on. Then he saw the mutilated body, and Tweek almost wished they had stayed off.
"ACK!" he screamed. Before him, on the floor, lay Token's bloody body. From what Tweek could see, his head had been twisted until his neck broke, and his throat slit- still bleeding out. "N-no! Token! Ngh! Ack, pressure!"
Kenny was standing there silent, barely able to process his panicked thoughts. 'Oh my fucking god! Token's dead! And unlike ME, HE'S not coming back! And Christ, Tweek's so scared he's holding my hand.' he managed to call out for help, and tried to calm the surrounding girls who were practically crying. Token's blood was forming a large puddle around his lifeless and mangled body. It was starting to touch Tweek's shoes, and that wasn't helping him in the slightest. Kenny also noticed, before Craig came running in followed by Bradley and Clyde, that Token's stomach had been stabbed repeatedly. His guts were spewing from his torso.
"Oh my god," Craig said in his monotone voice, his face going pale. Clyde actually fled from the room, vomiting. Bradley gasped, puked, then fainted. 'Fuck.' Craig thought. 'He's the owner of the house and he fainted. Great.'
"Stan! Come on, lets g-go fuck in the bedroom," Wendy giggled, drunk as hell, walking into the blood splattered room. Stan was holding her hand, which would have angered Kenny, but given the current situation... he just stayed silent. "Oh my god!" she screamed.
"Holy shit," Stan whispered, his eyes going wide at the sight of Token's body. Even though he was also drunk, he understood and was scared shit-less. "Token? D-dude! What happened?" he yelled. Everybody started filing into the room; some stayed, some screamed and ran back to where they came in from. Kenny explained the situation to everybody as Craig and Kyle kneeled down next to Token... or what used to be Token. More girls started crying, Butters was flipping out, and eventually Tweek fainted. Bebe cried into Wendy's shoulder, and Wendy just stared at the bloody mess all over the kitchen floor. Some people started remembering the legend of Ktulu, and wondered if it was actually happening, and if this was the beginning.
Craig left Kyle's side to go and try to revive Tweek. Slapping him, pouring water on him, and shouting didn't work. Just then Jimmy walked over and advised Craig to make a cup of coffee, and hold it under the blond's nose like smelling salts. Everyone was silent as he hurried to do so, and finally Tweek woke up. As he screamed and twitched about Token's death, it finally hit Kenny. The legend was true. Token had died, and he was next. Horror movie logic, as he had thought of earlier. Just then, Cartman strolled in with Rebbecca attached to his face. His eyes widened slightly before he threw up in the poor girl's mouth. Rebbecca shouted, spun around, and puked all over Craig, who proceeded to vomit all over the currently sobbing Tweek. He cried even louder and barfed on Kenny's shoes, who stood completely still, barely noticing the brownish-green substance covering his Chuck Taylors.
"We're all gonna die," he whispered, looking up at everybody. "Your all going to fucking die, and Token is the proof. Do you believe the legend now?" Kenny screamed, going slightly insane. He wasn't concerned for himself, of course he'd come back, but he knew that if his friends were killed that they'd stay dead. At that moment, Clyde suddenly rushed in, slipping on all of the vomit that blanketed the floor.
"Shit, gross," he mumbled, spitting out some of Rebbecca's vomit that had gotten in his mouth. He slowly got up and tried his best to walk, without falling, to the crowd of teens. Bebe had started crying into Kyle, who was crying himself. Wendy sobbed into Stan's shoulder, and Stan held back the urge to regurgitate on his back-on-again girlfriend. "So, um, Token's dead. That means Ktulu is going to kill us all one by one- because I'm guessing that none of you did that to him." A few people started panicking, and Bradley woke up in the middle of the commotion.
Upon seeing the body again, he shrieked and informed everybody that he was going upstairs. The party host had left his guests crying and fearing the for the next death, all next to the fresh dead body in his kitchen. Classy. But they didn't know that he was actually trying to save all of their lives.
"I swear that I'm going to kill myself the next time my mom tells me to go to college. College is for conformist Brittney wannabes," Henrietta told her goth friends. They were all sitting in her dark bedroom, talking about death and conformists, and blasting Metallica. Louis was currently staring at a picture of Morticia Addams, admiring her dark beauty. None of them had heard the teens downstairs screaming bloody murder- even though that would have made them extremely satisfied.
"Well why don't you? I wanna die. It sounds so goth." Dylan said, taking a drag from his cigarette, "Wait, no. Everyone dies, it's so megaconformist. Never mind." He added, flipping his red bangs out of his face.
"But dying is goth. We have to invent something to keep all those conformists alive forever, and then we can die without being conformist douches." Georgy argued.
"Inventing stuff is conformist," Louis joined the conversation, still staring at the picture.
"Totally... I guess we all just have to kill ourselves before the world is taken over by stupid conforming ass-holes." Henrietta complained.
"But then we'd be conforming to the suicidal bitches," Georgy commented, deep in thought.
"Screw it, I'm staying goth. I don't think any one will take that away from us. None of them have the balls to smoke. Problem solved," Dylan concluded, continuing to breathe in the poisonous fumes. Henrietta, Louis, and Georgy agreed, all lighting up their own cigarettes. Metallica was still blasting, so Henrietta didn't hear her brother basically pounding at the door and screaming her name. Eventually, he just decided to burst in.
"Henrietta!" Bradley shouted over the music. Georgy got up stiffly and stopped the Cd.
"What the hell do you want, twerp?" Henrietta growled. She was like nineteen, and scared the crap out of Bradley.
"I-I think you should s-see this," he explained nervously. Seeing Token had mentally scarred him.
"If it has nothing to do with death, I'm not interested." she said in a dull tone.
"It does."
"W-what?"
"Just... just come see." Bradley led his sister, followed by Dylan, Louis, and Georgy downstairs and into the defiled kitchen. It was stained with vomit, blood, and tears. Most people immediately backed away from the goth kids, in the hopes to remain un-cursed and possibly survive longer. Henrietta's eyes lit up at the sight of Token's body. Louis actually bent down and tasted the blood; the puddle had expanded to about four feet wide.
"What happened to him?" Dylan asked slowly, secretly trying not to puke.
"We think it was... Ktulu," Stan spoke up from the corner. The goth's looked mildly surprised that Stan wasn't fleeing the scene.
"Ktulu?" Georgy interjected. "How the fuck could Ktulu do this? He got banished to his own dark oblivion. It says so in the necrinomicon."
"The necrinomicon! That's what we need to look at!" Kenny said, thoughtfully. "If we can read it, maybe we can find out what the hell to do!" A few people's attitudes brightened after hearing this. Cartman just shook his head and cursed.
"Kenneh, why don't we just get the fuck outta here before we all die? I mean the nigger died, why make it go any farther than it needs to?" he asked, still trying spit out the unpleasant taste of vomit. An unexpected laughing shook the house.
"You foolish mortals! Anyone that tries to enter or leave the cursed location is killed immediately. No one will escape my all mighty wrath! All of you shall die, tonight! And The Dark Lord Ktulu will rule once again!" the demonic voice bellowed before laughing like a crazy person.
"Bull shit. Come on, Rebbecca," Cartman scoffed, grabbing her hand. She tried to fight back, not wanting to die, but the stupid fat tub of lard won control, and was sending them both to an early grave. "Screw you guys- I'm going home!"
"Eric, I really don't think you should leave!" Butters warned, trying to protect his friend. The fat ass stopped in his tracks. "Oh, good! You decided not to go. I was really worried you were gonna-"
"I'm leaving, you fucking retard! I just forgot my Cheesy Poofs." Cartman retorted before grabbing said snack. "Adios, fags." he said before opening the front door and stepping out into the dark night. He slammed the door on the way out, and just as he did, everybody inside the Biggle residence could hear his and Red's screeches of terror. Kenny rolled his eyes. At least he wasn't the second to die.
"Aw, Hamburgers," Butters muttered.
"ACK!" Tweek flinched.
"Dude," Stan gasped.
"Did they just die?" Louis grinned, standing back up from the pool of blood. His chin was covered in it.
"Yep," Bebe sighed. "He was a fat ass anyways,"
"Do ANY of you- ACK- care t-that we're gonna -Ngh- die?" Tweek shouted, trying his best to speak clearly. Craig tried calming his best friend by shaking him, fanning him, and reassuring him that they'd be alright, but none of it worked. Finally, after years of dreaming about it, Craig kissed Tweek. It shut him up right away- and everyone in the room went silent.
"Fags," Henrietta scoffed. "Okay so anyways, you guys need the necrinomicon?"
"Yes! We don't w-w-w-want to die!" Jimmy pleaded.
"Timmeh!" Timmy added.
"Right. So, give me one good reason why we should let you live." Georgy teased. 'Is he seriously wasting time being a stupid stubborn goth?' Kenny thought irritatedly. 'I mean their all gonna die, for Christ's sake!'
"Because we're stupid conformists! We WANT to live life, okay?" Kyle spoke for the first time in a few minutes. He'd finally admitted to the goth's what nobody had in forever. They were conforming retards- and Kyle was proud of it. But right now, all he wanted was to not die.
"Fair enough," Dylan laughed. "Okay go get the necrinomicon."
Henrietta went upstairs to her room, grabbed the ancient text, and came back down, only to see another body laying next to the first. "Holy shit, who died?" she asked, bending down next to the new victim.
"I don't know, we can't tell who's missing! And, well, the body is pretty unrecognizable..." Wendy spoke up, clearly relieved that nobody close to her had been murdered. What she said was true. The new body was definitely more mangled than Token's. Their eyes had been ripped out of their skull, they had been cut in half down the middle, their legs snapped and bones sticking out, and blood covering basically every inch of their body. Brutal claw marks cut deep into their flesh, and their organs were falling out the bottom of their torso. It wasn't pretty. Multiple people were vomiting, such as Butters, Tweek, Craig, Bebe, Kyle, Bradley, Clyde, Stan, and Kenny, who was having trouble keeping his beer down.
"Hey, h-h-h-h-has anybody s-s-s-s-seen K-k-kevin?" Jimmy asked suddenly.
"ACK!- Kevin?" Tweek asked, obviously not knowing who that was.
"Yeah, you know, he has dark hair, kind of short?" Kyle chirped up.
"Uh oh. Fellas, I think I found Kevin," Butters sighed, and pointed to the unbearable-to-look-at victim.
Everyone stared at supposedly Kevin's body. The poor kid, his body was demented beyond belief! Kenny was wondering why he hadn't been killed yet, because he was only destined to be killed in the worst way possible-thats how the world was. It really surprised, yet pleased him that he wasn't the first to die. But he knew it wouldn't last for long, and that he'd die brutally eventually. Just a matter of time. Everybody was numb with shock, fear, and disgust, so nobody noticed Butters' anxiousness.
He knew who was killing everybody- and it wasn't some Dark Lord Ktulu. It was someone at this very party that wanted revenge for something he'd done to them a long time ago. Butters figured it was about time- he'd been safe and carefree for basically eight years now, he was due to die soon, anyways. It just really hurt Butters that it couldn't be just his life that was taken. Apparently, his enemy wanted him to feel the guilt of causing his friend's deaths. Everybody at that party was going to die- and it was all Butters' fault.
He locked eyes with the killer from across the room, hating them with all his heart. He/She grinned evilly, and suddenly the lights were out again. A girl's cry could be heard in the darkness, and out of nowhere, Butters was covered in blood. He started sobbing, knowing it was all because of him. He couldn't stop any of it, though. When the lights turned back on, everybody saw the lifeless, bleeding body of Bebe at Butters' feet. Immediately, Kyle screamed in horror, and glared furiously at the apparent killer. Every one started shouting or crying, or barfing at the sight of a dead girl. Wendy fainted, hitting her head off the counter, and Butters assured the crowd that he wasn't the one. Even though, at the moment, he looked extremely guilty. During all of this, the real murderer was planning their next attack.
Kyle wanted to die himself upon seeing his girlfriend bleed out slowly. It was torture. He truly loved Bebe, and now she was gone. It wasn't fair. Kyle had been sure to hold onto her when the lights went out, but when the flickered back on, she was dead. And he knew who did it- Butters. At that moment, he tackled the blond covered in his lover's blood. He fought with fury and rage and pure hatred towards the killer of Bebe. He had known it wasn't Ktulu killing every one, but it still shocked him that one of his closest friends had slit his girlfriend's throat, wrists, and ankles. He wanted to kill Butters for killing Bebe. Just then, the lights went out again, shriek of death was heard, and soon enough it was light once more. Everything was becoming a blur, but the only question on everybody's mind was: Who had died this time?
A/N:
What did I tell you? Graphic! Did you get your promise? Yep, five deaths: Token, Cartman, Red, Kevin, and Bebe. Well more like six- but you don't know who died. And you don't know who the killer is, I hope! I really tried not to give it away! Sorry it was so long! Sorry for the delayed update! Sorry for killing Bebe, I hate myself for it :( But I really hope your enjoying it so far and are liking the Creek! I think it's cute :) In case you can't tell, which nobody probably can, this is a story centering Tweek- yeah you probably wouldn't have thought that... but thats what it is. :) I hope you like it and it's not too gross for you! In order to find out who the killer is, and who will survive, (if anyone), you gotta keep reading- and reviewing! Love ya!
~Heron