South Park

Dip

Ungodly Addiction

Characters: Phillip 'Pip' Pirrup, Damien the Antichrist.

Rating: M for strong language, adult themes, nudity, violence, sexual… stuff… and a really crappy storyline.

I have a universal Disclaimer in my Profile, so all angry mobs bearing pitchforks and torches are unnecessary.

** No more sex, I promise... For now...**

**DIP**

I shift slightly, uncomfortable, aching pain dully throbbing through my lower back and abdomen, keeping me awake. I try to roll over, but Damien's arm is resting on my chest, blocking my movement. I feel sticky and dirty and I have a bleeding headache coming on.

Perfect.

I crinkle my nose in distaste when another shift under the covers lands me in an undeniably wet spot on the mattress. Groaning lightly I try once again to shuffle my way out of Damien's unconscious embrace. This time the man mumbles in his sleep and rolls over.

Don't get your hopes up; he rolled the wrong way.

I gasp, my breath leaving my body in a huff as Damien's heavy torso squashes my innards. My hands claw uselessly at the pillows and sheets as my lungs heave, trying in vain to regain some form of regular oxygen intake. I eventually grab at his arms, trying in vain to push him away.

"D-Dami-en… Can't… Breathe…" I hiss, giving up on movement and settling for shaking him awake. He lets out a yawn and stretches his arms, almost hitting my nose. His eyes slowly slide open, before looking at me sheepishly.

"Oops, I'm sorry," is all he says, and I treat him to one of my glares. He looks away, sitting up and letting me breathe. I gasp in the air, chest rising and falling rapidly. I slowly sit up beside him. He pulls me into a bear hug that threatens to suffocate me once again. He murmurs something along the lines of 'sorry 'about that', before flopping backwards and starting to snore.

I look down at his resting figure and smile faintly at his crinkled nose and mouth agape. My smile quickly turns into a grimace when I feel another stab of pain. Knowing I'll never be able to sleep at this rate, I groan and drag myself out of bed,

I mutter and moan as much as I feel like as I crawl into the shower and wash off the debris from a few hours ago. I grumble and gripe softly to myself as I towel my hair until it's dry and standing at odd ends. I pull on my warmest jeans and my thickest coat before leaving a note on the bedstead and slipping out of the front door.

Considering I can't sleep, I figure I may as well do something, and walking around has always calmed me down. I stroll aimlessly down the familiar street, my breath curling visibly in front of me. I wrap my arms around my thin frame, rubbing my arms to keep warm in the chilly midnight air.

"I should've brought my scarf and gloves." I sigh, my eyes falling to gaze studiously at the snow beneath my feet. I walk on and on, enjoying the sounds of my boots breaking the crisp, newly fallen snow. It's nice to know that you're the first to walk here; you alone have the delight of seeing that whiteness in its purest form.

I wander mindlessly, not really sure where I'm headed. I look up, watching dark grey clouds trail lazily across the inky black sky. The moon is waning, hidden behind a nearby building, and I use its pale glow to find my way though blackened streets.

I walk past the old school site, my hand dragging across charred wire fencing. I quell the urge to laugh at the view I'm presented with; Damien wasn't kidding when he said piles of rubble. My fingers dance across broken locks and blackened gates, my hand black when I pull away from my work.

I shove my soot coated hands into my pockets and wander further away from my home, the school, and civilisation in general. I walk around aimlessly, eventually finding myself on the edge of Stark's Pond.

I sit down on the edge of the icy water, staring at the reflection of the moon on the pond's surface. The pool is still, not a single ripple disturbing the image of the sky above.

I curl up, wrapping my arms around my bent legs and resting my chin on the top of my knees. I look at my own reflection in the pond, stretching out one blackened hand to trail in the freezing water. I lower the hand until its totally submerged, washing away the soot and ash, watching it taint the brightness of the moon's reflection.

I blink, spotting something else in the reflection. It's a dark figure just behind my own mirror image, coming closer and closer. I assume its Damien and say nothing, letting him come up behind me.

"How'd you find me?" I ask casually, waiting for those red eyes to flash in the water.

"It wasn't so difficult," a voice says, cold and unfamiliar. My eyes open wide, alert and panicked. The figure comes into focus behind me in the water, and my jaw drops.

"Say goodnight," The figure sneers, before a clothed hand clamps over my mouth and nose, preventing me from screaming or breathing. I struggle to throw the larger person off, but my flailing limbs grow weaker as my lungs fight for oxygen. I feel the grasp loosen and I take a staggering breath. I feel my eyelids droop and curse when I realise the cloth over my face is damp.

As I succumb to unconsciousness, my last thoughts wander towards a pair of red eyes, and I find myself wishing to see them again. Instead, as my eyes slide shut, all I see is the cold hard sneer of my captor as he leans down to hoist me over his shoulder and away into the night.

*DIP*

AN.-

THE PLOT THICKENS!

I apologise for the absolutely unredeemable gap between chapters, but I was trapped in a cold dark place with no computers, and then my internet failed... I know there is no excuse, but it is the truth, and I'm sorry.

But, I'm baaaaack!

run for the hills! XD

I did say there would be no more filler, and that is mostly true, although the beginniing of this chappy was a liitle filler-esque. I hope the cliff-hanger made it worth-while though :)

I promise that this is on the top of my priorities at the moment, and i'm determined to get a new chapter up very soon, to repay you all for your endless patience and to thankyou for sticking with me!

hugs and internet cookies for you all!

Also, I am feeling ill at the moment and have spent the past week suffering from a bad cough and no voice, and I've been to the doctor and have to take pills and its all quite pitiful...

so, could I please have some pity-reviews? i need a pick-me-up, especially seeing as I'm being kept away from society for the next few days, and I need the love. or the flames, any human contact is good :D

until next time, my friends!

Zanchev.