Chapter 4
Thanks to all of my lovely reviewers for waiting ever so patiently. I appreciate you guys, you keep this fic going.
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Damien's rough hands fiddled with the long metal chain that dangled from his belt.
No sign of Trevor and no sign of Pip.
He growled in frustration, but nearly jumped when a hand landed on his shoulder. He whirled around and came face-to-face with Saddam.
"Oh God, not you…"
"Hey, baby." Saddam purred. "Your daddy told me about your little problem, heh. And I know just what'll make you feel better…" He emphasized his point with a grab at Damien's crotch.
"Grahh!! Get the fuck OFF!!" Damien tore Saddam off of him, and punted the little man through the air. The Iraqi whizzed away screaming.
Damien shuddered and took off down a long corridor to the entrance of a small cave.
He had to duck as he entered, but soon he was able to stand straight up. He looked around the small quarters and gave a small smile. When he was in Hell, this was what people would call a 'happy place', his 'happy place'.
Damien walked a little more ways in before he sat down in the middle of the cold room where perspiration dripped off of the ceiling and bats huddling together for warmth in the dark corners. With his back turned to the entrance of the small cave, he crossed his legs and bowed his head, going over thoughts of Pip.
He shut his red eyes tight. "Maybe I should summon up an image of his current state…" He said quietly to himself.
He bowed his head even more and placed his palms flat on the rocky surface of the ground. His eye's shut tighter and then flew open, glazed and thick with red fog. On the moist floor in front of him, an image much like that of a television screen began to form, revealing bright lights with loud music sounding of in the background. A sign in the back above the bar read 'Land of the Lost'. It looked like a dance club.
"What the Hell…?" Damien stared through fogged eyes, confused. The image in the vision drifted around until the screen finally stopped on Pip sitting in a chair next to some emo kid, taking a drink from what looked to be tea.
"So," the image emo started, "You got a boyfriend or something? Girlfriend?" Damien growled at this. Hitting on his boy? He didn't think so.
"Well, yes." Pip answered, smiling, his lovely accent flowing. Damien reveled in it. "His name's Damien."
The boy looked disappointed for a moment, but then recovered. "Where's he at, back up on Earth?" the emo asked, taking a sip of his own drink.
"Well, no, actually. I mean, I might be, but he's most likely in Hell right now." Pip shrugged and took another dainty sip.
"How can he be in two places at once, especially Hell? Wouldn't he have to be dead or demon or something?"
"He's the son of the Devil."
"Oh. Ha, really?" the emo asked disbelievingly.
"Yes." Pip nodded.
The vision faded out and Damien's eyes cleared back into their normal state. He shook his head, dark hair billowing slightly. He stood up suddenly, but instantly regretted it when he banged the top of his head on the ceiling. Shit, he thought he had enough room…
Reaching into his left pocket, he fished out his cell phone and flicked it open. "Hope I get reception." He murmured as he dialed in a number. He put the phone up to his ear and grinned when the clear sound of ringing came through.
Trevor stood in the middle of what he assumed was one of the main streets in the city. He looked down as his side when his cell started to ring to the tune of 'Puttin' on the Ritz'. He slowly brought it out and opened it, bringing it up to his ear. "Hello?" He asked, his voice dull and scratchy.
"Hey, Trev." Damien said, his slightly deep voice coming in through the line. "Have you found Pipper yet?"
Trevor shook his head even though Damien wasn't going to see the action. "No."
"Okay, well, I brought up a vision and got to see where he was. He's in a place called…Land of the Lost, or something like that. There should be a sign. Think you could find him now?"
Trevor nodded slowly. "Yeh, yeh, I could. Thanks." Damien 'Uhuh'd' and the line went dead. Trevor hung up his phone and started walking again, looking side to side between the buildings looking for this Land of the Lost.
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Pip looked up in surprise when Andy suddenly shot up out of his seat. "Oh, I love this song!!" He happily declared.
They were playing Fall Out Boy's 'Thanks for the Memories'. 'No wonder…' Pip thought to himself, a small smile on his face.
"Wanna dance with me?" Andy asked, extending his hand. A wide grin was spread across his pretty face.
Pip stared in confusion but nodded. He stood up and took Andy's hand as he was led out onto the dance floor where a bunch of other souls were.
"How do you dance to this song??" Pip yelled over the music.
Andy shrugged. "You just let go and go with it, do whatever you want!" He emphasized his point by hopping on one foot and then the next to the beat while simultaneously clapping his hands. Pip nodded and did the same; following Andy's every movement, a bright smile and look of concentration illustrated on his face.
They laughed and smiled brightly as they randomly danced, somehow managing to keep up with the hurried beat. Andy sang along with the words while Pip watched in amusement.
Finally, after a few minutes of them 'busting moves', the song ended. The boys walked back to their seats, panting slightly through their laughs.
"That was brilliant!" Pip giggled.
"Wasn't it?" Andy asked, taking a drink. Pip surveyed him. Andy's skin was pale and stood out against his thick, dark hair that hung over his brown, eyeliner-caked eyes. His clothes were tight against him, showing off the curves of his body. He wore an aqua hoodie at the top with tight, dark jeans at the lower half. Yeh, he looked emo, but he sure didn't act like it.
"You don't fit the stereotype, you know that?" Pip asked, his accent shining cheerfully.
"What do you mean?" Andy asked, raising an eyebrow. He leaned against the bar's counter as he looked at Pip, that everlasting grin spread across his face.
"The emo stereotype, I mean. You don't really fit it personality-wise."
Andy shrugged. "Well, I'm not your typical emo. I choose not to follow with the depressing stereotype, I mean, what's the fun in being sad all the time, eh?" He laughed a little. A handsome laugh that made Pip blush slightly.
Pip nodded and smiled again. "Yes, I suppose you're right."
'Finally.' Trevor thought as he stood out front of the club and stared up at the sign. He shook his head slowly as he stepped inside, the bouncer giving him a questioning look.
When he passed through the doors, he stared down around the room looking for any signs of Pip. Finally, he spotted the blonde head topped off with the brown cap. He stepped down the small staircase and ambled over to Pip's direction. When he came upon him, Trevor saw that Pip seemed to be deep in conversation with some dark looking kid. He made his way towards them.
"Hi, Pip."
"Bwahh!" Pip cried out slightly when he laid eyes on Trevor's greenish-grey form.
"I'm Trevor, friend of Damien's. He sent me to look for you, make sure you're okay."
Pip blinked in surprise and the smile came back to his face. "Really? Damien sent you? Oh, how is he doing, is he okay?"
Trevor gave a small shrug. "He's fine. A little more stressed than usual due to you being out of reach, but you know. So yeh, he's okay."
Andy looked between Pip and Trevor slowly, confusion written on his face. "Umm, hope you don't mind my interruption, but, uh, what's going on here? Are you going to be taking Pip away?"
"No…why, are you friends?" Trevor asked, eyeing the young male.
"I'd like to think so. And not that it's really any of my business, but what are you doing here?" Andy asked, crossing a leg over the other as he leaned back against the bar.
"I just told you, I'm here to watch over Pip, you know, make sure he's going to be okay until we can get this all figured out."
"Get what figured out?" Pip asked, an eyebrow raised.
Trevor sighed. "It doesn't really matter right now, all I know is that I'm supposed to watch you-."
"I can do it." Andy suddenly broke in, now leaning forward with a hand raised.
"You can do what?" Trevor eyed him again.
"I can watch over him for you guys. I'll make sure nothing happens to him while he's here. Meanwhile, you and Damien can figure out whatever it is you guys need to get figured out. Is that okay?"
Pip nodded, smiling. They looked to Trevor for permission.
He sighed again and nodded hesitantly. "Uh, alright, but just be real good with him."
"I will."
"Well, okay then, I'm gonna head back to Hell to report to Damien. I'll tell him you said hi. Bye, Pip." He turned and started heading back to the entrance.
"Tell him I love him!" Pip called out over the loud music to Trevor's back. Trevor lifted his hands to show that he would and with that, he disappeared out of the doors.
Pip turned his glance back to Andy. "So you are really going to baby sit me?" Andy nodded, giving a small laugh.
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Meanwhile, back on Earth in South Park, Tweek was standing on the sidewalk, waiting for the walk symbol to show up. It went green and the little man blinked into life, signaling that he could go. As he crossed the street, twitching and jerking, he could hear screeching tires not two feet away from him.
Before he knew it, he was flying down the road and his body suddenly hit the pavement hard. The last thing he saw in his darkening mind was Mrs. Garrison rushing up to his side, screaming, "Oh my God!!" and other townspeople walking up behind him.
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Hope you liked this, this chapter was especially long for all of you who waited so patiently (a full year without an update on this story, I'm so ashamed…).
And yes, I decided right after the dance scene that Andy was going to look similar to Pete Wentz, so when you picture him, picture Pete. If you don't know what Mr. Wentz looks like, go look him up on Google Images or something.
Thanks for reading, and please, please, review! Let me know how I've done.
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PS-I'm very sorry if anyone seems out of character.