A/N:
I am so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so SO sorry for not updating sooner! I feel so bad! I've just been terribly bust lately and haven't had the free time to write. Please forgive me? And I know, you're expecting me to make this chapter epic beyond belief to make up for the delayed update. I am really going to try. Please bear with me until May 25th, because I'm going to be in school until then. After that, I'll be writing non-stop! Well, I might take a break when I go and visit my amazing friend that lives in New Jersey, because we're going to chill and do TONS of cosplay! :) Anywho, I just wanted to make sure you knew that I'm going to be updating more frequently after school gets out. Damn, this is a long author's note, so I'm going to stop rambling and get to writing the story. Thanks for being patient, amigos. NOW THEN, enjoy the fifth chapter of: And Then There Were Fewer.
~NO POV~
"Holy shit!" Craig screamed, eyes wide. "Is that Wendy?" he gestured towards the pile of intestines and organs that wore a pink beret atop it. It truly was a horrifying sight. Her shredded clothes, limbs, and decapitated head were barely noticeable due to the amount of blood surrounding her mangled body. It was disgusting on epic proportions. Stan nearly died of shock, and Kyle felt a twinge of empathy towards him, even though his girlfriend was also newly deceased.
Tweek jumped slightly upon seeing the gruesome murder scene. He was shaking again without being occupied with kissing because Craig had separated their lips. It was probably a good thing that they weren't kissing, though, because the blond involuntarily vomited all over himself. "GAH! SHE'S DEAD! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE! Ngh- Pressure!" He shouted. Everybody remained silent after that, except for Stan who was sobbing. The Goths were speechless as well. 'Poor Wendy'. Butters thought. At least she had been unconscious when she was killed; if not then it would have been ten times worse for the innocent bystanders to witness.
The killer just grinned evilly, plotting his next move. Kenny, on the other hand, was growing more insane by the second. 'Why haven't I died yet? What if everybody dies before they can be saved? WHAT IF I'M THE ONLY ONE LEFT AFTER THIS MASSACRE?' He was losing his shit. Kenny's eyes were wide with terror and the look of pure insanity. He didn't like this situation one fucking bit. That's when Ike said, "Fuck this shit. I'm going home. Come on, Kyle."
"Ike? NO! You're staying here! Didn't you see what happened to Cartman and Red when they left the house?" Kyle screeched.
"Yeah, so?"
"SO? DO YOU WANT TO DIE?"
"It's better than watching you helpless retards get killed off one by one!" the Canadian hissed.
"Why are you even at this party, Ike?" Clyde interrupted. "You're like, twelve!"
"Exactly! Kyle, do you want to witness your twelve year old brother's death?" Ike spat.
"Timmeh!"
It seemed to Kyle that everybody was turning against him. "Fuck off, Ike. Go die. It's not like it'll make a difference. All of our deaths are inevitable. Your's will just be early because of your stupidity." he growled, watching his little brother head for the door.
"I intend to go out in fashion," Ike smiled. "Blame America! Blame America! It took you fags so long to kill Osama bin Laden!" by now his hand was at the knob, turning it slowly. "Blame America! Blame America! We might be responsible for JB, but your at fault for Jay-Z!" the door was open, and he was about to take his last step. "Fuck you, America!" were Ike Broflovski's last words. Unless you count unintelligible gurgling and shrieks as words, in that case, well...
"IKE!" Kyle gasped.
"D-dude..." Was all that a shaky Stan could manage.
"Where the hell is that necrinomicon?" Craig demanded. He was not letting any body else die. Tweek started blubbering uncontrollably.
"Right here!" Henrietta handed it over to the anxious brunette, who started reading it immediately.
"Uh, fellas?" Butters said.
"What, Butters?" Kenny asked.
"I-I don't think that Ktulu is doing this..."
"THEN WHO IS?" Stan bellowed, making all conversation in the room cease. They locked eyes, Stan's filled with agony, and Butters' filled with pity. "WHO IS KILLING EVERYONE? BECAUSE YOU OBVIOUSLY KNOW!" venom seemed to seep into his usually gentle and playful tone.
"The killer is in this room. They are a human... just with an awful sore attitude," Butters whispered.
"Who? Butters, we need to know! We need to put a stop to this bull shit!" Craig bawled, tears forming in his eyes. He was holding onto Tweek, trying to protect him from who ever the sick bastard was that was going this.
"I-if he t-t-t-t-t-t-tells you, t-t-t-hen the killer w-w-will kill us all!" Jimmy argued. "I c-c-c-can't trust anyb-b-b-b-ody at this party!"
"I don't fucking give a shit! We can't let them kill ANYBODY else! I'm scarred enough as it is!" Kyle shouted. "Butters, WHO is doing this?" The read-head stared at the blond, who was looking around nervously. Maybe he shouldn't have said anything. But he did. So, he was going to tell them who the killer was.
"The killer is-"
And the lights were out again.
Everybody in the room grabbed onto either their friend, or their date in attempt to keep anybody from dying. Most of them doubted they could handle any more of this. They were like sitting ducks, bound to be killed sooner or later. It was just a matter of time before the killer had eliminated everybody in the Biggle household, including them self. Tweek waited in sickening anticipation for the lights to turn back on. He could still feel Craigs arms around him, and he took that as a good sign, until he felt another pair of hands wrap around his head. Their nails were sharp, and dug into the blond's skin. Then, Tweek realized, he was going to be killed.
"ACK! NO, NO, NO! Craig HELP! NGH! GAH! NO! HE'S GOT ME! I'M GONNA DIE!" He shrieked. Craig started to panic. He would NOT let Tweek be killed. It was not going to happen. Tweek started screaming as he felt his neck being snapped. He fought, kicking and flailing himself all over the place, shouting and crying and punching. The blond managed to get in a few good kicks, but little did he know that he had actually harmed Craig. "GET OFF ME YOU BASTARD! ACK!"
Everybody was listening to the struggle in the dark, fearing for Tweek's life. Someone had enough courage to join the fight, attacking the murderer. Craig had been knocked out, and Tweek was on the verge of unconsciousness, or death. "DON'T TOUCH TWEEK, YOU ASS HOLE!" The voice growled. Then heard was a loud crash, and a sickening cracking sound. The lights flickered back on, revealing Craig laying flat on the ground, Tweek leaning up against the counter with a cut forehead and neck, and Clyde with a bloody noise, howling in pain.
"NGH- Clyde? Were you trying to KILL ME? ACK!" Tweek screeched, staring at the supposed killer.
"No! I was trying to stop whoever the fuck was trying to do away with you! And I got a broken nose! Fuck!" Clyde defended, writhing on the floor in pain.
"Then who was trying to- GAH- kill me?" Tweek started shaking, eyes wider than ever. Many people remained silent, surprised that the weakest link had survived an attack from the killer. He scanned the room, trying to find anybody with a busted lip, because he remembered busting them pretty hard in the mouth. That's when he saw Dougie, treating his wounded face.
"YOU! ACK! You... tried to kill me!" He pointed at the red-headed boy with a bloody lower lip.
"What? Me? No! I got hit trying to help you!" General Disarray argued. Every body was staring at the two, trying to find any flaws in his evidence.
"Funny! I- Ngh- punched my attacker right where you're hurt! YOU tried to kill me!" Tweek was sure. General Disarray/Dougie just shook his head and said:
"Why would you accuse me of that? I was trying to help you! When you pushed whoever the killer was off of you, they crashed into me and the glass from the beer bottle cut me!" Dougie fumed.
"But... Dougie... ACK! I swear it was you!" The blond mumbled.
"It wasn't. I swear on my mother's grave! Why would I want to do that? How am I even capable of killing those poor people in those horrible ways? I'm just around Ike's age!" Tweek frowned, and apologized. He didn't mean to accuse any random person, but it was just too much of a coincidence.
Just then, Craig stirred and sat up stiffly. "Get off of Tweek!" He muttered. "Oh." He said, after realizing that Tweek was alright, and the killer was no where to be seen. "Are you okay?" he gasped.
"Yeah, I'm- NGH- fine, C-Craig," Tweek said. "But we still have no idea who the killer is!"
"FELLAS!" Butters finally burst. "I KNOW WHO THE KILLER IS!"
"Who?" Bradley interjected.
"I think I know, too. The killer is-" Dougie started before the room was filled with darkness. His words were cut off with an awful shriek of terror and the sound of someone being hung. The lights flickered back on, and much to Tweek's surprise, Dougie's body was found swaying from a rope that was tied to the ceiling. His neck was broken, and the poor boy's lifeless body was displayed to the population of the room.
"NO!" Butters gasped! "He... This makes no sense! He's the killer!"
"Obviously not, Butters!" Kyle groaned. "He's dead!" the Jew couldn't handle actually seeing a fourteen year old boy's corpse. The other victims were older, but Dougie's life had been taken at such a younger age. At least Kyle didn't have to view Ike's body. This was too much for him to handle. "I'll be right back," he said, before dashing into the bathroom and vomiting.
"Well this just sucks, now doesn't it?" Craig spat. He had a bruise forming around his left eye from Tweek's horribly aimed punches.
"I can't take it anymore!" Kenny whispered. "I CAN'T FUCKING TAKE IT ANYMORE! SOMEONE KILL ME!" They were all going insane. Some of them were contemplating suicide. These poor teenagers didn't deserve this madness.
"Kenny, calm down," Stan begged. "We're all pretty freaked out right now, just calm down. It will help the situation a lot,"
"I can't. I just want to die!" Kenny screamed.
"Timmeh!" Timmy added
"Bebe..." Kyle whimpered.
"You're all pussies!" Henrietta yelled, before grabbing a kitchen knife. "Just kill yourself before someone kills you! I DIE A NON-CONFORMIST!" She shouted proudly, before slitting her own throat and falling over. Watching her bleed out was agony for everybody. Jimmy was the first one to speak after the suicide.
"F-f-f-f-fan-fucking-t-t-tastic."
A/N:
Sorry, this chapter was horrible. Please forgive me! I suck. Well, I hope I didn't ruin the story. Oh yeah, if you can guess who the killer is, send me a private message saying who, and you can choose one person to be a survivor. :) Anywho, please review. It makes my life.
~Heron