Ruby fell asleep at about midnight. I think. It might not have been. It's not like I've been staring at the clock the whole time. I can't sleep. I've just been lying bed thinking about how stupid I've been. According to so many people, Craig likes… he loves me romantically. And I've been clueless almost the whole time. I only realised around the time where I got shot that he might've had a crush on me. But I was dumb enough to think it was just a crush, and then basically reject him. God, I can't believe it…
I HAD A CHANCE! A CHANCE!
"If that's what you think, then go and talk to him." I look from the ceiling to Ruby, who's lying to me with her eyes still closed. It's the first time I've heard her speak normally… outside of her… her dark personality.
"I can't. I wouldn't know what to say. And don't give me that bullshit of 'Just tell him how you truly feel.' I may be queer, but I'm not that queer." A tiny smile appears on Ruby's face. It feels like it lights up the whole room. It may sound corny, but seriously, the room just looks whiter… if that's even possible. Stupid typical hospital, making everything white. Hey, now that I think about it, it's been a while since I've complained about every fucking thing being white in here.
"You're the perfect person for him." Ruby says out of nowhere. The comment makes me redden. I'm only ten, Jeez. I'm none whatsoever experienced with romance. Comments like that make me freaking nervous.
"I guess I am." I reply, snuggling under the blankets. I notice Ruby looks surprised. She was expecting me to say something like 'How?' or 'What makes me so perfect?' Something among those lines. Well, she was wrong dammit.
"I didn't expect that answer, Tweek." You bet you didn't.
I gaze at the ceiling, feeling extremely calm. My anxiety seems like it's temporarily disappeared. Good ol' Ruby, here to keep me calm. Sort of.
"After our… conversation last night, I'm gonna start trying to be a little smarter with my words and actions. I don't wanna hurt Craig more."
"That's good… of… you…" Silence. What the hell? Ruby's never silent.
…
Alright, maybe I should give up on being smarter. It just took me three minutes to finally figure out that Ruby's silent because she's fallen asleep. But it's not surprising. She still looks so frail and delicate that I'm surprised she didn't snap in half running up the stairs to the roof last night.
I hope Mr Tucker takes her to the doctor soon.
I look at the clock and see 4.00am. I guess all the day staff have arrived. Maybe there's still a few night staff, like the reception ladies.
I practically crap my pants when I hear the door open (Very quickly. Very, very quickly). Of course, Kenny strolls in with his hands in his pockets. The only odd thing is that he's not smiling. I watch him as he sits on the chair next to the bed, with a very rare impassive expression. There's something wrong.
"…What's wrong?" I ask, lying back down. The door opening made me almost jump in the air.
"…" So he's being silent, huh?
"KENNETH!" He looks up from the floor and glares in annoyance. He hates his full name.
"…Craig's dad's been fired." I shoot up again. No. Fucking. Way.
"WHAT?"
"…Craig told you that one time… that his dad was working with a lawyer to get you out of here, didn't he? Yeah well… they obviously got caught. The lawyer was stupid enough to come here to talk about some papers or something, and some nurse saw him. She called the security and they questioned him. He was too much of a puss to lie about who he was. He said stuff like 'If I lied and was caught, I'd have gotten fired, and I wouldn't have been able to feed my family and blah blah blah all that bullshit. What a wimp." I glower at the wall. The nurses here were fucking sent by Satan. You dare not deny it. They were.
"Fucking hell." I curse. Mr Tucker's fired, and now there's no chance of me going free, and…
Wait a second…
"Craig told me if they found out about the lawyer they'd lock me in a padded cell." Kenny suddenly jumps up.
"Oh, that's it! That's the reason I came here!" I get the super strong urge to facepalm, but (with great effort) I resist it. Kenny really just makes me want to smash my head open. The others can handle it because they've probably grown up with him, but… I'll take a while.
"Well come on then, Tweek." Kenny says seriously, holding out his hand. I stare at it. Kenny rolls his eyes in aggrivation.
"You're gonna have to come with me and hide, you idiot!" WHAT?
"B-But-
"No time for negotiations! We have to get moving. The security have just been ordered to come find you."
"But I'm sick! And Ruby…" My eyes drift towards her. She looks so… vulnerable. Kenny frowns and looks past my shoulder to see her.
"She'll be fine. She can take care of herself. Just leave her to sleep. The security won't do anything to her."
"What? How could you-
"Trust me, Tweek." I immediately stop talking, and after a few seconds of thinking about it, I nod.
"Now then, you're still sick, right?" I stare for a second. Kenny gets the answer.
"Alright then. Where?" I look at myself unsurely.
"Uh, it's a cold." Kenny frowns, studying me with his eyes, as if he's trying to see what's inside of me. He probably is.
"Specifically where?" Specifically? I can't believe Kenny even knows that word. I barely even know that word. He may be smart, but not with language. Or anything else educational.
"Well, I think I have a fever. And my throat hurts. And I have a headache too." Kenny nods, clearly thinking to himself. He then suddenly grabs my collar and pulls me into a headlock.
"WHAT ARE YO-
"Relax. Jeez, you're worse than Cartman when I do this." He puts a hand on my forehead, feeling around every now and then.
…
He finally lets go after about twenty seconds. I stand up straight and look at him. He looks back just as much. I put a hand on my forehead.
"… Holy fuck. You destroyed my headache, didn't you?" Kenny continues looking at me, with no visible emotion on his face.
"Sit down, Tweek." He says finally, pointing to the bed.
"Why-
"Sit down!" He suddenly shrieks. I quickly oblidge and sit down. He puts a hand on the top of my head this time. What the hell is he doing?
"I'm trying to find the virus in your brain, in case you were wondering." Kenny answers. God, he's creepy. Wait, a virus? Holy crap, those things kill you! AIDS is a virus. AIDS KILLS!
"V-VIRUS?"
"When you get a fever, it's really a virus that's entered your body and fucked up the part of the brain that controls your temperature. I'm trying to find it."
After a few seconds, he smirks.
"You found it." I comment, watching him nervously.
"I did indeed." He says proudly. He probably doesn't do this that often. He might as well show off while he can.
"I-Is it gone yet?" Kenny frowns and grits his teeth.
"I'm busy." He says, sounding slightly strained. After about ten seconds, he sighs and relaxes himself. He closes his eyes and smiles peacefully. I've never seen him do that. Maybe he likes healing people. Or maybe he's just glad it's over.
"That was a huge virus. You're lucky I got rid of it early."
He suddenly produces a pill out of nowhere. I look at him wide eyed. He holds his hand out, obviously wanting me to take it. Oh, HELL NAW!
"What is that thing?"
"It'll take care of your throat." He says, stepping closer to me. Just as I'm about to take the pill from his hand, the door to the room slams open. Kenny's face scrunches up, and he turns to whoever the intruder is.
Fuck. The security dudes.
"BOTH OF YOU, COME OVER HERE!" One guy yells.
"Bullshit!" Kenny replies while pulling me by the sleeve away from all of them.
"DON'T TRY TO RESIST! THERE'S NO EXIT FOR YOU!" Well, the dude's got a point.
"Oh really?" Kenny chuckles to himself. Oh God, what's he got up his sleeve now?
"HEY KID! WHAT YOU LAUGHING ABOU-
Kenny cuts him off by slamming his fist against the window (behind us) so hard, that all the glass breaks into shards and falls down on the floor. I stare downwards, trying not to step on the pieces of glass. The security all stare at Kenny in pure shock.
"Sorry dudes, but you won't get Kenny McCormick, or Tweek Tweak that easily." Kenny says, putting one of his arms around my shoulders. The men all clearly think he's gonna commit suicide. And take me with him.
"Wait, kid! Don't do this! We can talk-
Kenny doesn't even wait for the dude to finish his sentence. He quickly covers my mouth and pulls me out the window. I see us falling towards the ground and try to scream. Good thing Kenny covered my mouth, or else the whole state would've heard me. Everything that happens next is a total, total blur. All I know is, one second we're falling to our deaths, and the next, we're STANDING IN MY MOTHER FUCKING CELL! MY CELL!
Kenny lets go of me, looking around urgently. Of course, all the partients are gaping with their mouths dropped open. Even Bradley. Yup. Even Bradley.
Actually, I'm surprised they all didn't start screaming. Kenny and I literally just appeared out of nowhere, for God's sake.
"No time to look around. Quickly, get your stuff." I don't exactly get what he means by my 'stuff' but I guess I'll just take things I need. A.K.A a picture of my mom and dad, the school photo of Craig I stole, my fluffy handcuffs, the credit card Kenny gave me, and of course, the cell phone I got for my birthday.
"Is that it?" Kenny asks, eyeing me putting everything in my pockets. I nod quickly, looking out for a nurse. My eyes wonder over next to Cartman's old cell. There's a new kid in there. I swear, I saw him at the meeting last night, which is wierd. How can he get convicted of something so quick? I didn't manage to find out his name. Kenny sees where I'm gawking and speaks.
"Damien, what the hell are you doing here?" Sounds like this kid gets in trouble a lot, judging by the tone of Kenny's voice.
"Some kids pissed me off. I was unfortunately seen. I can't kill a whole hospital, so I'll stay here for a while." Whoa. So he's that kind of person, huh? The poor dude. I pity him.
Kenny shakes his head at Damien irritably and opens the door to my cell. Or tries to. Man, I should've told him it's locked…
"FUCK! FUCK! WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN TO ME? WHY?" Kenny screams at his reflection in the glass. What the hell? Something's wrong with Kenny. Damien doesn't look that surprised.
"Kenny…" Kenny realises the way he's acting, turns around, and gives me a reassuring smile. Though this time, I can tell it's fake. It's amazing how I never saw almost all his smiles before were fake. I really am a fool.
"Don't give me the bullshit with that fake smile, bastard." Crap, it's back. These days … I think my dark side tries to jump out every time he gets the chance. I think it's the same with everyone else's. It seems to happen a lot.
Unlike Ruby, who was surprised when I turned out like this, Kenny only glowers.
"Hmph. You saw though my infamous fake smile. There are very few people who can do that. In fact, you and Butters are the only ones." So that's it.
"You like Butters." Bradley's head snaps up in alarm. Kenny just keeps glaring at me, but not looking totally sure what to say. He doesn't really look mad at me. Probably just himself.
"…I don't-
"THERE THEY ARE! INSIDE TWEEK'S CELL!" Hell. They've found us.
"Whoop, red light." Kenny says, watching them approach us.
"Wh-What're we gonna do?" I ask Kenny frantically and he turns to me. His look says it all. He has no idea. He lifts his hands up in the 'I dunno' motion.
"No ideas here." He says, looking a tiny bit sheepish. Shit.
I watch in fear as the big men come even closer to my cell. One of them stops in front of the door and gets some keys out. As he's trying to figure out which one to use, all of the security behind him suddenly fall to the floor.
The whole cell room goes quiet for a few seconds, bit it's broken by the last security's scream. Man, what a wimp. He starts frantically turning around and looking in all directions, trying to figure out who or what made his co-workers suddenly collapse.
Then, again out of nowhere, he suddenly falls to the floor, not moving after he lands. Wierd. I wonder what happened to all of them. Did Kenny do it? He looks pretty annoyed, so there's a possibility that he could've…
"They're all dead. I can't see any pulse." Kenny says, narrowing his eyes. I flinch and look at the men in horror. Holy fuck. Alright, there's no way Kenny did it. He's not that kind of person. But then who did…?
"Damien." Kenny says quietly. Damien looks up. "Wasn't that a little overboard? You didn't need to kill them. Just knock them out." Damien laughs.
"Unlike you, I'm here for a reason, you know. It's my job to do these things. I have cruelness and sin running through my veins. It's in my blood."
…What.
"However true that may be…" Kenny says shakily, as if he wants to murder Damien. "Satan… I mean, your dad, sent you to a specific place with a specific purpose. You're only here to kill in South Park. The people here have nothing to do with you. You had no right to end their lives. Not to mention you scared the crap out of Tweek Tweak." Damien looks at me. For the first time, we share some eye contact.
He has that same look in his eyes than when I first met Cartman.
Absolute loneliness.
"My father told me you were kept here because you 'killed' your mother."
"Hey…" Kenny says.
"Apparently he sent a bad conscience to convince your father to accuse you of killing her."
"…" Does he really need to talk about this?
"It must be a horrible life for you. Being betrayed by your father, having to live here for so long, making friends with such fools. And - this is what makes me most amused - you seeking comfort in a random fourth grade boy, and then convincing yourself you're in love with him. Do you honestly think he likes you back? It's pathetic. You-
The loud bang of my forehead hitting the glass wall in front of him cuts Damien off. He stares in astonishment as the wall cracks and breaks into millions of little pieces. I start to feel blood dripping slowly down my face, landing in little droplets on the floor. As soon as the wall between the two of us is broken, I grab Damien's shirt and punch him as hard as I can. It hurts my fist, but what the hell. This dude insulted my family, called my friends fools, and dared to say I don't truly love Craig. You don't do that to Tweek Tweak. Over the months, it's become a common sense rule. A common sense rule.
"Look, fucker." I say to him. "I don't care who the fuck you are, or whose son you are, but let me tell you something. You don't ever talk about my past or my family. That's my business, and you have no goddamn right to assume things like that. And as for my friends, you may even know them more well than I do. That's a fact. But, I still know they're all kind people who have given up and done things for me. I'd still be a stupid, fearful, institutionalised kid who doesn't know anything about the outside of a building if it wasn't for them. And with Craig… when I met him, I had a childish, puppy love crush on him, which was pretty natural. But when he hugged me for the first time, I most likely fell for him. I can honestly say this right now." I put my hand over my chest. "I love Craig Tucker with all my heart and soul. If he were to die, I would die too. He's the first thing I think of when I wake up and the last thing I think of before I go to sleep. There hasn't been a moment since I met him that I haven't thought about him. And if you ever talk about him that way again… I'll fucking kill you."
Damien sure looks taken aback now. It doesn't look like anyone's really talked back to him like that before. I think he's trying not to show it, but he looks speechless.
"…" Kenny looks like I just stabbed someone. Well, I sort of did. In the pride.
"Tweek. We have to go." Kenny says carefully behind me. I nod, giving one last look to Damien. He now looks more recovered, but still in shock.
"Come on." Kenny grabs my arm and pulls me to the door. Crap, it's still locked.
"Want me to smash my head against it again?" I ask, relieved that my voice is normal again.
"No, you've done enough." Kenny says, frowning. I hear him mutter 'Shit, Craig's gonna be so mad.' He slowly reaches in his pocket and pulls out a key. I'm pretty sure that key wasn't originally there.
"There. Let's get out of here." He walks out slowly. I follow. As we get out, he turns around and locks the door again.
"To make sure you don't get out." He nods to Damien.
…
Once we're outside the cell room, the nurse sitting outside, of course, sees us. As she's reaches for her walkie-talkie, Kenny grabs her arm.
"We were never here." He says to her. She looks stunned for a second, and then wavers and nods to him. Ok, he did something to her.
"Tweek! Come on. No time to daydream. If anyone sees you, we're fucked. I don't have much energy left to do anything." I nod obediently and follow Kenny down the hall.
"Fuck." He suddenly stops me with his hand. I look over his shoulder in confusion.
Oh.
"They put a survellance camera there." I say for him. He nods and turns around.
"There's no way around that thing. We need to figure out a way to avoid that it."
"Can't we get rid of it?" Kenny shakes his head.
"I don't have a gun." …
"I meant can't we deactivate it?"
"Maybe."
"Hey, I have an idea! Can't we just go round the other way to the elevator? That would be easier."
"We're not going to the elevator. We're not even leaving the building for that matter."
"B-But you said I'm coming with you to hide!"
"That's why we're going to the new special hiding place. It's in the building."
"… You're not gonna tell me where it is, so I'm not gonna ask." Kenny nods.
"There's gotta be a way to get rid of that camera." Kenny says, looking around. His phone suddenly vibrates in his pocket. He sighs in aggrivation and takes it out.
"Yo." …
"We're coming. God, be patient. There's a camera in the hall, and we don't know how to pass it. We're a little fucked." …
"I don't have much energy left. Tweek and I were caught in in his room. I had to get us to jump out the window. And I've done a shitload of other things." …
"Look, just stay there. We'll try to be there soon. SO FUCKING WAIT!" He yells the last part and then smashes his phone onto the floor. He then stomps on it. Looks like he's still a little on edge. Just a little.
"Why're you so irritated with everything today? Did something happen with Butters?" I ask, trying to figure out if the phone might still possibly work.
"First of all, I don't like Butters. Second, nothing happened with him. And third, I'm not being irritated with everything. It's just-
"FUCKING HELL A DOCTOR'S COMING!" I hiss quickly, gesturing behind me. How the heck did Kenny not sense him? Oh right. Not much energy. Oops.
"Fuckety fuck fuck!" Kenny curses under his breath and looks around again. He sees a door about 5ft away, opens it, and pulls me in. We watch the doctor's shadow walk past. God, that was close. I know that doctor. He sure isn't nice. In fact, I'm so glad I had Mr Tucker and not him.
"Where the hell are we?" Kenny asks tiredly, as if he's too tired to figure it out with his… his gift. I scan the room. It looks like the inside of a cell.
"It's the 'Solitary Confinement' room." I say, staring at the backwards letters on the door.
"Did you actually know that, or did you read the letters on the door?"
"I knew. I can't read backwards." It's true. I can't. Kenny stares for a second and then looks around the room again.
"Someone's gotta be here then." He says eventually. He's right. There's always someone in solitary confinement. You'd think with glass and padded cells they'd keep us in check. Well, no. Some people are so rebel or fucked up that they need to stay in here for like six months. They legally can't be kept in padded cells for that long, especially at our age, so this place is the alternative.
"There should be someone here." I answer, glancing at the bed. It's empty. But what strikes me as the most wierd is that the bed is totally neat and made, but the rest of the room is totally untidy. There definitely has to be someone here, because they're never let out unless they've been here way to long, like for years. And last I heard, some kid was put in here only about a week ago.
"I'll look in the bathroom." Kenny says warily, walking towards a door that says 'Lavatory' on it. Just after he walks in, I glance around again. Judging by the look of the stuff on the floor, someone my age must be in here.
*BANG*
"Whoa!" I spin around and look where the noise came from. It's the window. There's a dead bird sliding down it, leaving a small trail of blood on the glass. Okay… I did not need to see that. How the hell did Kenny not hear it? Oh, right. He probably already knew what it was. I turn back around and barely see a tennis ball rolling under the bed. I must've spinned around so fast that I knocked it with my foot. Well, might as well get it. This kid might wonder where it is when he gets back from wherever the hell he is. I say 'he' because the girls have their own solitary confinement room on the other side of the building.
Goddamn, this bed is low. Damn, I'll have to get on my stomach. After I lay down and peer under the stupid piece or furniture, I see the ball about 2ft away. I reach for it, and just as I'm about to touch it, a hand (fucking cold I might add) grabs my wrist.
"GYAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHH! KEEEEEEENNY! KENNY HELP ME!" I scream as loud as I can as I pull my arm away and stand up, banging my head on the base of the bed on the way. Kenny, of course this time, comes sprinting out the bathroom like a freaking bolt of lightning. As I'm standing up, I crash straight into him, sending us both to the floor again.
"Get off me, you idiot!" Kenny pushes me off of him and rubs his head. I swear, I heard the freaking crack of his skull as we hit the floor. Which is, I'll remind you again, fucking tiled.
We both look at the bottom of the bed.
"What the hell happened?" Kenny asks, after seeing nothing.
"You should know! There's someone under there!" I shakily point.
"There's no one ther-
Kenny gets interrupted by someone grunting as they get out from their… hiding place.
…
Well, son of a bitch. It's the kid that had the outburst at me in the cafeteria, and got their life saved my me (in a way), and was with me in the hospital for a short time. Ha! It's not surprising he's the one in this room. He has a shorter temper than fucking Cartman. I would know. I spent an entire week with this dude. In the same room. With him in a bad mood almost the whole time. It was pretty chaotic. I'm glad he was relaeased after seven days, or else I really would have gone insane.
He looks up and glares at me. I don't think he even notices Kenny.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Tweek Tweak. Here to piss me off once more." He says. I instantly glare back after the comment.
"I could say the same to you. And it's Tweek Tucker, by the way. Hey, you know what? Since I don't know your name, and I doubt you'll tell me if I ask, I'm gonna call you the 'Bitchy Kid'." I give him my most obvious fake smile.
"No…" Kenny suddenly says. Both the Bitchy Kid and I look at him in curiousity. It's not like Kenny to say stuff like that. Then again, he's not himself today.
I don't know about Bitchy Kid, but it doesn't take me long to realise he's upset about the dead bird on the windowsill. Wow, Kenny has a soft side to him. Well, I guess he has to. It's impossible for a tough guy to like someone as annoying as Butters. Nothing against Butters, but fucking hell…
"Kenny… I thought you knew it was coming. You must've heard me shriek when I got scared by it." He shakes his head.
"I was… a little distracted. I didn't know about him…" He gestures to the Bitchy Kid. "… either."
"…" I watch in horror as Kenny walks up to the window, opens it, and takes the dead bird in his hands.
"Are you actually able to revive it?" I ask as he inspects it closley with his eyes. After a few seconds, he shakes his head in response to my question.
"I'm not able to do that unless God sends me a sign to."
"A sign?"
"God will tell me if he changes his mind and wants someone to live. I'm only allowed to heal injured or near-to-death people. Or animals. Not revive the dead."
"So then there's nothing you can do. The bird's dead."
"No, it's alive." Kenny says quickly, as if he wants the conversation to be over.
"But you have no energy." Kenny's head snaps up. Yup, He forgot about that. He slowy turns his head to me. I can tell he's thinking hard. He suddenly gets a determined look on his face and holds the bird out to me, obviously wanting me to hold it for him. I'm about to protest when he interrupts me.
"No protests. We need to do this quickly, or else the bird really will die. Do you want a harmless animal to die, Tweek?" He gives me that look that says 'Don't fuck with me' like he gave Jason last night. I waver and take the bird, cringing. God, it's covered in blood. Even I can tell that most of it's bones are broken. I can't believe Kenny's gonna give this bird a chance, especially in his tired out condition.
Kenny pulls his phone out from his pocket and dials a number. The person picks up almost immediately.
"Yeah, it's me again."…
"We're in the 'Solitary Confinement room."…
"Yes, I know you're waiting. Do you think it's my fucking fault there's a camera in there? Or that a doctor came? God, grow up."…
"Oh, right. Look, one of you needs to come here and help us. A bird crashed into the window and it's close to death. I'm gonna heal it, but like I said, I'm don't have much energy. I'm probably gonna pass out, so someone needs to get Tweek."…
The person on the other end of the line hung up pretty quickly, because Kenny puts his phone back in almost less than two seconds.
"Someone's gonna come help you." He says to me.
"What'll happen to you?"
"Oh, believe me, I'll be fine. Now give me the bird. It's not breathing." I nod obediently and gently hand the bird over to him. Kenny takes it, quickly lays it on the floor and spreads it's wings out. He touches it's chest, probably trying to get it's heart beating again. After a few seconds, Kenny smiles and starts working on other parts, like the legs, head and wings. After a while, the bird looks totally normal, but unmoving.
"Wh-Why's it not moving?"
"It's unconscious." Kenny replies. He holds it out to me again.
"You wanna help it?" He says, smiling. Even though this is probably the best smile he's ever given me, I can tell Kenny only wants me to do it because he's too exhausted.
"…How?"
"Just…" Kenny turns it over so it's back is facing us. "…Tap it's back really hard. It's all choked up from the shock of the crash onto the window. It's not breathing 'cause of that. If you don't do it quickly, it'll suffocate." I nod shakily. Kenny gives the bird to me.
"Go on." Kenny urges. I look at the bird and take a deep breath. Here goes nothing. I hit the bird on the back as hard as I can. It immediately squawks loudly, trying to get air. I gasp and smile widely. I revived (sort of) a fucking bird, bitches!
"Come here, Tweek." Kenny calls to me from the bathroom. How'd he get there so fast? Wait, why am I asking…?
I nod and carry the spluttering bird into the bathroom.
"Put it there." Kenny points to the wash basin. I give a small nod and do as he says. The bird rolls out of my hands, still struggling to breathe. I watch it, feeling a little nervous.
"Is it ok? Did I do it right?" I ask, still watching.
"You did fine. It's just a little shaky from the experience. It's like when you get punched in the gut and you take a while to get your breath back. Just let it sit there and give it a minute. I'm telling you, in a little while, that bird is gonna feel better than it's ever felt."
"… Alright." We both watch it gradually breathe easier. After what seems like forever, it starts to breathe normally, judging from the silence.
"Go get a tissue, Tweek. There's no toilet paper to use." Kenny says suddenly, leaning over the basin and lifting the bird.
"O-Ok." I walk out the bathroom and almost crash right into the Bitchy Kid, who's still standing in the same place as when we got the bird.
"Do you have any tissues?" I ask him, glancing around. He points to a desk with a drawer.
"Thank you." I say as I'm turning away. Even though I seriously dislike him, I need to use manners all the time. If I'm ever gonna live in the outside, I'll need them. I walk over to the desk and open the drawer. Sure enough, there's a box of tissues in it. I take the box and quickly walk over to where Kenny's waiting. He sees me and gestures for the box. I hold it out and he takes one tissue, wetting it.
"What are you gonna do?"
"Isn't it obvious? I'm gonna clean it. It can't go flying around with all this blood on it." He rolls his eyes. Well gee, I'm sorry Kenny. In case you haven't noticed, I'm not the biggest animal expert.
I watch Kenny gently wipe the wings with the tissue. After a minute, they looks perfectly clean. Kenny gets another few tissues and repeats the action with the head and chest. After a while, the bird looks perfect. I can't even believe it's the same bird as the one that crashed into the window only ten minutes ago. It's crazy.
"Now we can let it go. Quickly, I'm getting tired." Kenny means about to faint, but I'm not gonna say anything. As we walk out the bathroom, he stumbles and almost drops the bird. The bird makes a large screech from the fright.
"I think I should take it, Kenny." He nods in agreement and gives me the bird. I walk up to the window with it, Kenny in tow. I hold my hands out the window. The bird hesitates for about eight seconds, but then jumps out of my hands and goes flying. After a few seconds, it's already higher than twice the height of this building. I watch in interest for a few minutes, until I can't see the bird anymore. Well, be free little bird. God, that sounded so gay. I'm saying a lot of gay stuff today… and I just noticed I drone way too much.
Before I can think more, I see Kenny falling out of the corner of my eye. I turn my head and look at him properly. It's too late to do anything. I close my eyes and wait for the thud… and don't hear it. I open my eyes and see Kyle struggling to hold Kenny upright. Cartman comes up beside me and gives me a reassuring smile.
"It's alright. We're here to help you." I stare at him in wonder.
"How… did you guys get here?"
"We climbed through there." Cartman points upwards. I look to where he's pointing and see an open air vent. My God.
"So you're telling me… we're gonna have to get up there again, crawl through there all the way to where you're hiding, while dragging an unconscious Kenny, and do all that without being noticed?" Kyle and Cartman look at each other.
"Yeah." - "Yeah." They both say. I stare at them. Cartman suddenly gets a look of terror.
"What the fuck happened to your forehead?" He asks quietly.
"Oh… Uh…" Man, what do I say? I did it for such a wierd reason.
"…He smashed his head so hard on a glass wall that he cracked the glass and cut himself." Kenny mumbles against Kyle.
"You're awake?" Kyle asks.
"No, I'm about to…" Kenny passes out again.
I see Cartman start pacing around and rubbing his temples, muttering random shit under his breath, while Kyle looks around the room with a paranoid expression. Should I ask?
"We're fucked. We're so fucked!" Cartman yells at Kyle, flailing his arms around. Ok, I'm gonna have to ask.
"What? What is it?" Kyle and Cartman look at me fearfully.
"We let you get harmed…CRAIG'S GONNA F-ING KILL US! ESPECIALLY KENNY!" Cartman yells helplessly. Oh, for God's sake.
"Guys… why would he blame you? You weren't even there."
"Y-Yeah, but when he finds out we helped you get to the hiding place, he'll think we were."
"Even if he does, I doubt he'd be that mad."
"HE WOULD!" They both shout at me.
"You guys should get out of here. A doctor's coming soon to check up on me." We all look at Bitchy Kid. He scowls.
"Not that I care if you guys get caught. It's just that I don't want a kid that's given me nothing but trouble," He looks at me. "A fatass ex-patient," He looks at Cartman. "An outsider," He looks at Kyle. "And a freaking wierdo who brought a bird back to life, to be here in my room. Too much trouble."
"Well, then, sorry to waste your time." Kyle says in annoyance. He looks at me.
"Well, we'll need a chair or something to get back up there." I nod and grab the chair next to the desk, placing it right below the open air vent.
"Alright. I'll go first." Kyle says. He gets onto the chair and lifts himself into the vent. I have to give him a boost though.
"Ok, you're next." Cartman says. I nod and get onto the chair. Kyle has his arms outstretched, waiting for me. I take his hands and let him help me in. I flash him a thankful smile afterwards. As Kyle's lifting Kenny from Cartman, I take the chance to look around. I sure as hell have never been in an air vent before. It's bigger than I expected, probably because of how big the building is.
"… eek. Tweek!" I look at Kyle.
"Need your help getting Cartman in." He says, looking irritated. I nod, lean over and grab one of Cartman's hands. Goddamn… he's heavy.
Well, we eventuallyget Cartman inside. Kyle looks unsure which way to go. No…
"Kyle, I swear to God, if you forgot the way, I'm gonna injure myself more." Both of them look at me with scared expressions. Cartman laughs nervously.
"Honestly Jew, you couldn't even remember the way?"
"Shut up! I know exactly where we are. It's… uh… it's this way." He points to our right. I glower at him.
"It better be. Now lead the way, dammit."
Lord, this is taking forever. Kyle keeps getting lost and Cartman keeps complaining about how heavy Kenny is. What's worse is that these air vents are so annoying. Sometimes they go straight, sometimes they go down, and sometimes they go up. Either way, they piss me off. And we've been in here for like an hour.
"I think we're almost there." Kyle says.
"You think?" I screech.
"Ok, I know." Kyle responds tiredly.
"I think we should just make a hole in the vent and jump out. It's like hell in here." Cartman says loudly.
"Shut up, fatass. We don't need your complaining."
"Well, excuse me for trying to help, you ungrateful asshole!"
"I'm ungrateful? Let's not forget a year ago when you lost Clyde Frog, and I helped you find it. Did you ever thank me for that? NO!"
"Why you-
"WILL YOU BOTH JUST SHUT UP! YOU'RE DRIVING ME CRAZY!" I yell. They instantly quieten.
"Now look. There's a vent over there. I'll look through it." Neither of them say anything, but I can tell they want me to go look. So I do.
I peer down and see a bunch of ladies at desks typing on computers. I scratch the metal in the vent so hard that it makes a sound similar to a chalk board. Kyle and Cartman cringe tightly.
"Kyle… you led us all the way to the lobby. We started on the fucking fourth floor." I say darkly. Man, I'm mad.
Kyle doesn't look sure what to say. I narrow my eyes and look back down. I notice that right below me is that nice lady… Sylvia? Yeah, Sylvia… Sylvia's working right below me. I doubt she'd tattle on me. Then again…
Aw, fuck it. I have to take a chance. All or nothing.
"Pssst! Over here!" I whisper to her. She confusedly looks around, and then up to me. She silently gasps and covers her mouth. I wave nervously. After a few seconds, she awkwardly waves back.
'Can you do sign language?' I mouth to her.
She nods.
I sigh in relief. That's good. I learnt to do sign language a few years ago when I made friends with a deaf patient. I thought he was ingoring me at first, but then I figured out his condition. He noticed I was curious about him and wrote notes to me. It took forever, but he eventually taught me sign language, and that was how we communicated. It's a good thing I still remember it.
I sign to Sylvia.
'Have the security been found?'
'Yes. A nurse saw the bodies. What happened?'
'Long story. Would you mind giving us some directions?'
'Of course. Where?' Fuck. I turn around and look at Kyle.
"Where are we heading? I need to know."
"The fourth floor kitchen. Token bribed the cook." I turn back around.
'The fourth floor kitchen.' Sylvia looks puzzled, but then gets a piece of paper out and starts drawing on it. She stands up and gives it to me. How the other ladies didn't just see her, I'll never know.
I look at the paper. It's like a crappy little map. I can't understand it, but Kyle (looking over my shoulder) sure looks like he does.
"God damn it. It's so hot in here." Cartman complains for the millionth time. I roll my eyes.
'Can you please turn the air conditioning on as cold as you can?' Syvia nods and gets up. After a minute, a HUGE wind comes from behind us. I faceplant into the vent, leaving red line marks on my face. Damn, that hurt. Especially with my cut forehead.
Kyle and Cartman faceplant too. It's easy to tell we're all struggling to stay still. This wind is pretty fucking strong.
'Thank you.' I quickly sign.
"Hey, Kyle! Lead the way!" I shout, trying to overcome the sound of the wind. Kyle looks puzzled.
"LEAD THE WAY!" I scream. He gets the 'Ohhhhh!' look on his face. After recieveing a glare from me, he climbs over me and starts to lead the way, like I said.
…
I swear to God, we're going so fast. I think I just went airborn for a few seconds. Poor Kyle keeps having to stop us to go in a different direction, and every time we go crashing like dominos into him. But still, it's better than us having to drag ourselves everywhere.
In less than five minutes, we're at the correct air vent, which is already open for us. Kyle jumps through the hole and Stan catches him. I jump next and Butters catches me. No one catches Cartman. He lands on his head, cursing. I remember Kenny, reach up, and pull him down by the sleeve. Stan helps me catch him. He then takes Kenny from me, knowing I'm tired. Good ol' Stan. Just being there for everyone.
Wow, there're a lot of people here. There's Kyle, Cartman, Kenny, Stan, Butters and Pip. I dunno what the hell Pip's doing here, but who cares?
"God." Cartman says as he rubs his head. "This was meant to be the easy and quick part. Who knew fetching Tweek would be so hard? Even Kenny couldn't do it on his own."
"There's no helping it." Kyle comments. "The survellance's been even more tightened. All the staff are on alert."
"Someone help me with Kenny." Stan says from the other side of the room. I quickly jog over and help him carry and lay Kenny to rest on a blanket. Stan thanks me and sits next to him, to keep watch I guess.
"Yo, Tweek! Over here, man." I hear Clyde call to me. I turn around and smile as I see him, Token and Craig sitting behind one of the counters. I walk over and sit with them. They look pretty tired. They probably ran away from home as soon as they got there.
"Hey. You guys look beat."
"Yeah, well, as soon as we got home we called another meeting and a bunch of us volenteered to come back here."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't worry 'bout it. It was our choice. We can't leave you in this hell hole. It's inhumane." I laugh. I look to see how Craig is, but I can't see his expression because his face is covered by his hat.
Token catches me trying to see and speaks.
"He's asleep. He hasn't slept all night… or morning. He only fell asleep about ten minutes ago."
"Oh." I stare. Yup, he's passed out.
"But are you ok, Tweek? You look like a zombie."
"I haven't slept either. I was thinking a little too much." Token and Clyde exchange glances.
"Craig was thinking a lot too. He just refused to sleep." Whoa, that's ironic.
"…What happened to your head?" Clyde asks.
"Yeah, what did happen to your head?" Stan asks from a distance, looking at us.
"Oh, well… Kenny can tell you when he wakes up." I smile nervously. I still feel ridiculous for actually doing that.
Damien must think I'm an absolute retard.
"I spy with my little eye… something beginning with 'T'."
"Table."
"Dammit! You cheated, Jew!"
"No I didn't! You just can't think of good stuff, fatass!"
"Will there ever be a day where you two won't fight?" Kyle and Cartman both glare at Token.
"That's our business, rich kid. Piss off." Cartman spits at him.
"Can we all just be quiet? We'll get caught." Stan says, sounding tired.
"Guys, I'm gonna warn you right now. Craig's waking up." We all look at Clyde and see Craig stirring next to him. Kyle and Cartman shreik and quickly stand up, looking around for hiding places. Kyle sprints to a cabinet, opens it, and gets inside. Cartman gets in the fridge. It's a big fridge, in case you were wondering how the hell he fit in there.
Craig lifts his hand and pulls his hat off his face. He rubs his eyes and opens them. I can't describe how much horror appears on his face when he sees me. He grits his teeth and mumbles stuff to himself. Uh oh. He looks up at me again, this time looking extremely, extremely pissed off.
"What… WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOUR FOREHEAD?" He shouts as loud as he can at me. I stare. I can't believe he actually spoke. Scratch that, screamed.
"I banged it on a glass wall." I tell him nervously. He exhales and glares at the floor. I've never seen him so mad. He's practically ready to kill.
"Who was with you?" He eventually asks.
"Uh… Kenny, but-
"KENNY, YOU MOTHER FUCKER! YOU'RE DEAD! YOU'RE SO DEAD!" Craig starts walking over to the still sleeping Kenny, but is stopped by everyone but me, Kyle, and Cartman.
"Let's not get too worked up, Craig!" Token says.
"Yeah! Tweek did it on his own will! Kenny had nothing to do with it!" Craig stopped moving and gives all of them dirty looks.
"I told all of you… to not let Tweek get injured, and this is what happens? It's stupid! I'm gonna-
"Craig." Everyone looks at me. I even see Kyle and Cartman peer out from their hiding places. Craig looks surprised. So he should.
"Isn't something like that not their duty, but yours, as my special someone?"
Oh my God. I just did it. It just slipped out. I confidently called Craig my special someone. SPECIAL SOMEONE DAMMIT!
Jesus Christ.
Craig stares at me for a few more seconds, and then walks to a corner and sits in it. I hear Stan mutter 'Emo Corner'. He's sort of right, I guess.
"What'd I miss?" Everyone sees Kenny, standing and rubbing his eyes.
"Well, the highlights were you guys falling through the air vent, Kyle and Cartman playing 'I Spy', and Craig finally talking."
"…What."
"I see. So that's what happened." Kenny says, nodding to himself after Kyle tells him exactly what happened. "Honestly Tweek, did you really need to bag your head so hard? There's even tiny shards of glass in it." He says as he cleans the wound on my forehead.
"…"
"Oh well. What's done is done, I guess." He sighs and pulls his hand away. "There. Good as new." I feel my forehead. The wound is totally gone. There's not even a scar.
"You're done?"
"Yeah. Humans are easier to work with than animals, not to mention I'm totally energised."
"Aren't you surprised Craig started talking?" Kyle asks out of nowhere.
"No, not really. I knew it was gonna happen today so…" Oh yeah. If Ruby knew Kenny would've too.
"Everyone, gather round." Kenny suddenly says. Token and Clyde look up from their card game, Cartman stops looking through the fridge and turns around, Butters and Pip stop talking, and Stan stops texting on his phone. They all take Kenny's message in and walk over to us. Except Craig.
"Look guys. We need to talk about the reason we're all here." They all murmur among themselves and nod.
"What is it? What are you guys gonna do?" Kenny looks at me seriously.
"You're gonna attempt to escape again. And instead of just Craig, all of us are gonna help you this time. We're not gonna let you get locked up in here forever. You're gonna prove your innocence and live a normal life. Our job is, as your friends, to help you with that."
A/N: I seriously hate this chapter. The only scene I like is with the bird. But yeah, had to write something. A friend of mine helped me and thought this would be good for a chapter, so I took her word for it. I'm sorry most of this chapter is just Kenny and Tweek, but my friend and I both thought they should have some time alone to get to know Kenny's character more. And I'm sorry for almost no amount of Creek. I'm gonna try and put lots in the next chapter. MAYBE a kiss scene. And just to let you know, they will kiss in this story. It'll probably be crappily written, BUT THEY WILL! AND AGAIN, MAYBE EVEN THE NEXT CHAPTER!
Seriosuly, if people ask me, I'll try to put a kiss scene in the next chapter.
Crap, I started rambling. Anyway…
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