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.

Thoughts are in Italics

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

Warning: The M rating from last chapter in still in effect. The squeamish are once again advised to skip to the AN at the end, k?

**DIP**

I feel faint, and I'm sure the blood loss is starting to take its toll. With any luck, I'll be unconscious soon, and death will come not long after.

As Cartman the Bastard cuts open my shirt and begins the word-writing process again, I find my thoughts dazedly drifting from the pain to memories of other times. Happier times. The only happy times I've ever really had.

Times with Damien.

The harsh kisses, the teasing banter, the intense and often rough sex, the gentle embraces and whispered professions of love…

All of it gone in a moment, and yet lasting an eternity.

I feel a particularly deep gash on my stomach and look down to see the Fatass sitting back to admire his handiwork. I wonder if he's done playing Frankenstein yet.

"Now that's prefect," The fat fuck announces, grinning. "Now he'll never be able to touch you either."

I look down again, but I can't make out what he's done.

"I can't read my own chest, bastard, care to tell me what it says?" I ask as nonchalantly as I can when I feel the need to vomit once more. The stench of blood will never leave me, I suspect.

The Fatass' smirk makes me wonder idly what he's done that's so satisfying.

"It doesn't say anything," He announces, chuckling at his own wit. I sigh, there's obviously more.

"I merely claimed you for myself," He says simply.

I stare at him until he grows uncomfortable. It's a pathetically short staring contest.

"I carved a cross into your chest, and my initials into your gut," He announces, smiling proudly. "You always said you were religious, just helping you along the road to righteousness."

I snort. He actually thinks crosses have an affect on Damien? He needs to be put out of his misery. Well, I won't be the one to burst his bubble. It's not like I have enough breath to tell him anyway.

I cough slightly, and taste blood on my lips. Great, as if I'm not losing enough of it already.

I'm oddly alert for someone close to death, I think idly as I watch the Fatass congratulate himself. I'm seeing things in slow motion, and I feel strangely calm. It must be the blood loss, I reason. It's making me feel… well, numb isn't the right word, but it'll do for now.

The Fatass seems to be coming down from his victory high, finally paying attention to his surroundings. He seems anxious, jittery, scared…?

What the hell could he be scared of, when I'm the only one here?

That's when I feel the rumbling.

The ground is shaking, moving, cracking to form a gaping great chasm in the middle of Cartman's basement.

That's going to leave one hell of a renovator bill.

From the rift in the floor I see flames spurting, licking the ceiling and heating my cold body. The Fatass screams, the pansy.

But I must be seeing things. From the flames emerges the one person I thought I'd never see again.

Damien.

Eyes ablaze with pure fury and fangs bared, he looks like the harbinger of death. Whose death, I'm not sure. All I know is that if Damien has any say in the matter, it's going to be long, painful and very, very bloody.

"ERIC CARTMAN. YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS." He roars, and in his voice I can hear centuries of evil intent and bloodlust. It's awe inspiring and terrifying all at once. I'm not sure whether to swoon or piss myself in fear.

The Fatass does the latter for me.

Gross.

"S-stay the fuck away from me!" The fat fuck whimpers, crawling away from me and my incredibly pissed off boyfriend. It's satisfying to see the bastard look so weak, crawling on all fours, covered in piss and vomit like some kind of vile, obese baby.

Damien stalks forward, seeming to hover a few inches from the floor, like some dark angel of destruction, which isn't too far from the truth, really. I find myself smiling as the Fatass cowers in the corner that I was once chained to. The irony of the switcheroo is not lost on either of us, and the fat bastard whimpers pitifully.

"You kidnap my boyfriend, lock him in a basement, starve him, torture him and attempt to keep him from me forever, almost killing him, and you expect me to stay away? You're even more retarded than I thought, Fatass," Damien says softly, dangerously.

I could kiss him.

The Fatass' eyes widen in realisation and terror, and I think he's soiled himself again. Bloody pathetic, if you ask me.

I watch as Damien storms towards Cartman and grabs the front of his shirt. The fat fuck shrieks in pain and fear and he is hoisted high into the air and held effortlessly above Damien's head.

"Apologise right now."

A vague, high-pitched giggle escapes my lips. Trust Damien to ask for an apology before murdering someone.

"I-I-I'm sorry!" The Fatass wails, crying and snivelling and acting like the baby he is. Damien shakes him slightly, obviously enjoying himself.

"Not good enough."

Damien drops the sobbing boy to the floor with a sickening crunch. Cartman screams, his leg clearly snapped and bent at an obscure angle. Damien sneers before turning towards me.

"Are you alright, Pip?"

I roll my eyes, biting back the urge to respond harshly.

Of course I'm not alright. I've been held captive for I don't know how long, starved, tortured, insulted and whined at. I'm cold, I'm hungry, I'm suffering from major blood loss and right now all I want is for you to take me home and pin me to the bed and –

"I'm fine." I reply weakly. Damien smiles at my response and I feel my already faint heartbeat stutter at his soft expression.

Jesus Christ, I'm turning into such a bloody girl.

I look beyond my rescuer to my captor, only to frown when I see a flash of silver. I realise what it is and my eye widen in horror.

"DAMIEN!" I shout hoarsely, unable to warn him further as the silver switchblade careens through the air, aimed straight at my lover's chest…

AN ~

Don't worry, I'm not that mean.

This is merely an intermission designed for you all to run and grab the popcorn before the fun starts.

*insert elevator music*

Everyone back yet?

No?

Oh come on!

Now, is that everyone?

Good.

And on with the show!

I hear the Fatass yell in triumph as the knife twists through the air with a deadly accuracy that surprises me. I feel my jaw drop in a silent scream and Damien turns to face the danger, too late.

The knife strikes, embedding itself deeply into its target. Part of me is impressed that the Fatass had the strength to execute such a throw.

But most of me is breathing a sigh of relief. Damien grins as he tosses the seat of that old broken chair aside, knife and all. Cartman screams in fury, both at Damien's quick thinking and at my obvious happiness.

"Not a bad plan, but honestly. You couldn't even dream of hitting me with a knife. Thrown at human speed, no less." Damien says, chuckling slightly.

The Fatass moves to swear loudly and violently at us, but Damien sighs.

"I'm bored now, I want to go home."

And with that, the son of Satan step forward, grabs Cartman around the neck and squeezes. The bastard's eyes roll back and he gasps for breath, unable to scream, unable to plead, unable to curse.

Blissful silence.

The bastard falls roughly to the floor. He doesn't move.

Damien kicks him in the ribs for good measure before turning back to me and lifting me bridal style into his arms.

"Is… is he dead?" I ask softly, holding onto my hero for dear life.

"No, but he'll never mess with us again," Damien promises, smiling softly at me. I feel a betraying blush creep across my face.

Fucking hell, there's that girly Pip again.

"I love you," Damien says. I smile.

"I know."

"I'll never let you go again."

"Good."

"I'm so sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry about."

Damien falls silent, and I look away from his face only to see that we've somehow ended up outside. I look at him curiously, and he shrugs.

"Perks of an undead father." He says, smirking. I nod, smiling back.

I curl into Damien's chest as he starts walking home. It's night time, the moon high in the sky and no one to be seen. I yawn, and feel like I'm about to pass out.

"Damien."

"Yes, my love?"

I roll my eyes at the stupid pet name, but focus. There's something I need to say before the treacherous unconsciousness takes over.

"Thanks for rescuing me," I whisper, hugging him close. I can hear the smile in his reply.

"I would never stop until I found and recued you. I'd do anything for you, I love you."

I smile against his shirt.

"In that case…" I say slowly,

"What?" came the somewhat apprehensive response.

"What the hell took you so long?" I ask; eyes drooping as sleep slowly seeps into my mind, fogging over my eyes and slowing down my thoughts.

I hear Damien laughing as I fall under sleep's spell, my last thought echoing through my mind happily.

I'm free.

AN ~

And Damien finally gets his act together and saves the day!

You can all go home now.

No, really.

Dedicated to Scarlet Wolf and 0chibi0lawliet0 for asking about whether Damien was ever gonna show up :D

Now, before you all spam me with hate for letting the Fatass live, I'd like to point out that Damien is not evil, and neither is Pip. Pip may have wanted revenge, but he'd probably feel bad about it later, and Damien wouldn't want Pip unhappy, and so just knocked him out instead of killing him.

Makes sense to me, idk about you guys.

And so, until next time,

Zanchev.

PS. To the squeamish people who avoided this chapter like the plague, I promise you'll be able to read the next one, k?

Thanks for being patient.

Z.