"A boy brushed in red, living in black and white."
Warning: The following story contains graphic violence, Insanity, Smut, aghast, and multiple pairings.
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(A/N: Oh, my….the chapter contains slight lemon-ish content… -fidgets- I have never written a lemon before… oh well here we go….It's not a creek lemon! Sorry! ): ….and it contains character death… and slight violence…)
"Before the story begins, is it such a sin,
for me to take what's mine, until the end of time
we were more than friends, before the story ends,
And I will take what's mine, create what
God would never design."
Tweek's P.O.V.
I had left a message written in blood for Craig, at Clyde's house, smiling right from ear to ear as I left. Seeing Craig's reaction….it made my lust filled desires return, I desperately needed release. I pulled out my cellphone and quickly dialed the number of the person, who could give me that release. "Tweeky, what's up babe?" Kenny McCormick's smooth voice purred. The orange clad teen was always horny, and constantly tried to get into someone's pants. "I –ngh- n-need your h-help….I w-want to e-experiment…w-with s-something! OH JESUS!"I mumbled, my cheeks flushing brightly. "Oh really….Well, I guess I could help you~ and since you're such a close friend….it's free of charge. " Kenny purred seductively, I flushed and bit my lip, before mumbling a quick "goodbye" and continued trekking through the cold, January rain.
Kenny was a nice person, and I felt a bit…. Guilty about what I was going to do to him.
Then, again, he will be back tomorrow.
"Oh god." Kenny moaned, his eyes shut tightly and his cheeks flushed a bright red, as I thrust in his tight entrance. Normally most people thought I could never "top", but I begged Kenny to allow me to top, Kenny rolled his eyes and mumbled a halfhearted "yes." He actually did not mind that I was pretending it was Craig I was screwing, instead of him; I let out a small groan as I felt Kenny bit down on my shoulder. "C-Craig!" I cried out, feeling my climax nearing, I had to do this now or never.
Next to our overheated bodies was a large knife, I had placed it there and told Kenny it was a surprise. It was not a lie; I just stretched the truth a little. It felt so perfect…I was inside of Craig, and he felt so perfect, my eyes closed tightly, and my cheeks were flushed, from the heat and I let out a small grunt. Craig felt so perfect and he was mine and only mine...Suddenly my eyes snapped open, as I felt Craig- No, Kenny's muscles contract around me, as he came on our stomachs, forcing me to come as well. "AHH SHIT, CRAIG!" I shrieked, as I finished within Kenny, Our heavy breathing filled the heated atmosphere, as I slowly pulled out of him and he let out a small whimper. "D-Damn Tweek…"Kenny mumbled, as I flopped onto the disgusting mattress beside him, careful not to land on the knife, before sitting up and picking it up.
I grinned widely, before turning to him and he arched his eyebrow questioningly. "What are you doing…?"Kenny demanded, eyeing the knife warily. "Experimenting….You said you'd help me." I stated calmly, before quickly jabbing the knife into his stomach, the larger blonde haired male shrieked in surprise and pain, and blood began trickling out of the corner of his mouth. "W-what….th-the f-fuck, T-tweek?" He choked out, and I quickly pulled the knife out, before stabbing him in his chest, repeatedly, like fifty times. Blood sprayed everywhere, mostly on me, though. I smiled as I stared at the bloodied corpse, and stared intently into the eyes, which were wide in shock, pain, and fear, they were glassy. "Thanks ken. That was fun…We should do this again sometime…" I whispered, before picking up my clothes and walking to the bathroom, luckily no one was awake.
I placed my clothes on the toilet and grabbed a towel from a small cabinet within the bathroom. I turned the small dial in the shower, and the water drowned out my maniacal laughter.
Craig's P.O.V.
My eyes opened slowly, I looked up to see Clyde straddling me, his face ridden with worry. "Craig! Are you a-alright? Oh my god….it was so scary, with all that blood!" The brown-haired male sobbed, trembling with fear. Realization hit me as the memories slowly came back to me, like a film.
Turning away from Clyde, I set my gaze on the window. Suddenly a small petit figure ran off and in noticed something on the window.
Words?
Written in…
Blood.
Spelled out upon the window, were the words...
"I want you.
Be prepared to die, Craig Tucker."
The words began to slowly drizzle away, as rain was a pure holy water, washing away the sins of the world. I then heard Clyde come up behind me. All I could remember after that was Clyde's high-pitched shriek pierce the air and my world fading away. "T-Token and K-Kevin…said they'll be here s-soon…. D-don't worry, I-I'll protect you…"Clyde said, sniffling and began to pat my head, soothingly. I arched an eyebrow, questioningly. "Won't Kevin get pissed if he sees us like this...?" I asked, though I already knew the answer, Kevin Stoley was generally very calm….unless you pissed him off. An angry Kevin Stoley was like a….well angry me, when that kid got pissed off at cartman [For calling Clyde a fatass. Irony, I know.] He beat the shit out of him.
It probably did not help that Cartman was shrieking racial slurs- about Asians- at him.
What, the hell, do they put in that sticky rice?
Clyde frowned and quickly crawled off me, before sitting down beside me and pulling his knees up to his chest and hugging his knees. He began chewing on his lip, nervously, his large sparkling dark green eyes darted across the kitchen as he breath came in ragged pants. I frowned, the poor kid look terrified... Hell, if some creeper wrote on my kitchen window, threating to kill my best friend, I would be freaked out, to the point where I look like I am going to have a panic attack, too.
-Third person P.O.V.-
The raven-haired boy sighed, the other two boys had arrived, and Clyde was currently crying his eyes out and clutching tightly onto the ebony haired Asian. Craig however, seemed relatively calm for someone who had just seen a death threat onto the window of his best friend's home, for him. Token rested his hand on Craig's shoulder, causing the teenaged boy to jump slightly, before turning his head and sighing in relief. "Craig, have you been drinking?" Token's voice asked quietly, the raven-haired boy blinked in surprise, before scowling deeply. "Excuse me, have I been drinking? What the fuck, man, I have not been drinking! "He retorted, glaring and raised his middle finger. "Well…when you get drunk; you tend to imagine some crazy ass shit…,"Token muttered, Craig glared and let out an angry huff.
"B-But, t-toke… I saw it too… Craig is not drunk or cr-crazy… whu-what kind of q-question is Th-that? "Clyde said, sobbing and trembling softly, Kevin wrapped his arms the slightly smaller brunette, trying to comfort him. "It'll be fine, Clyde…Don't worry…,"Kevin said, soothingly and gently kissed Clyde on the forehead.
Craig Tucker frowned sadly, Knowing deep down everything would not be fine.
Tweek's P.O.V.
After I had killed Kenny, I realized something. Killing….soothed me, almost more than watching Craig did…So if I were to combine them both…
I would feel so peaceful…
I need to see my "helper"…He always helped me with things, my best friend. He made me feel, calm not like Craig did…but slightly calm. I pulled out my phone and scrolled down, through my contacts. I saw the name and quickly clicked on it, before putting the phone to my ear, and listening to phone ringing. "Hello? Tweekers, oh gee, is that you?" A soft southern accented voice asked.
My pale pink lips slowly curved into a smile. "Yes, Buttercup… It's me… I need you…"I whispered, calmly and began walking toward Butter's home, stopping, when I finally reached the familiar home, staring up at the window. (Which was clearly Butter's, considering it had a hello kitty sticker.) In addition, grabbed a stone before quickly threw it at the window. "Butters…get outside..." I mumbled and the buttery blonde-haired male quickly mumbled an "okay." Before, sliding slowly out his window, before jumping onto me, I grunted in surprise, before falling backward with the slightly taller blonde boy, my eyes stinging with pain when my head hit the slushy snow-covered ground. "Oh, jeez, Tweek are you alright? I knew I shouldn't have jumped out of that, there window… but you tell me every time, I hafta and you usually never get hurt and know you up and hurt yourself-"Butters began ranting, I glared usually it was me, freaked out.
"Shut up!" I yelled interrupting him, before quietly staring at him. The most noticeable thing about Butters was a peach colored eye patch that covered his right eye. The first time he had sustained injury to it was back in the fourth grade, when Kenny had thrown a shuriken at it, when they had been playing ninjas. The second time was my fault. I could rant on, and on, about how it had been an accident. However, what is an accident, besides an ill-intentioned deed, unleashing itself unexpectedly, to a seemingly innocent person, and the one who suffers the misfortune of it all?
-Flash back-
"Well golly Tweek, do think it's okay if we use these scissors?" Butters asked innocently, the boys were in freshman -year and were currently working on a project together, Tweek Tweak frowned before gripping his hair. "I- I –erk! - Guess…B-but I want to –ngh! - u-use them!" Tweek said, rather excitedly, the other boy pursed his lips, before handing them to Tweek. Tweek felt a strange feeling of bloodlust overcome him, he quickly pounced on butters, and a few minutes later, and butters had the scissors lodged with his right eye. Tweek had not and refused to recall that night. Butters, however with his kind nature forgave Tweek.
After months of intense therapy, of course.
Afterward the small blonde-haired male, rather than avoid Tweek… Simply had followed and hung around him more.
That had been his mistake.
To this day, Tweek Tweak had no idea why Butters followed him around after that little incident.
-End of flashback-
My eyes opened, and I quickly realized that I had blacked out, I was lying across butter's bed, and the boy sat next to me on my right. His room was covered in hello kitty objects. No wonder everyone, called him a little fag. "I'm sorry Tweek; please don't be sore at me…"Butters whimpered, sadly, before tapping his knuckles together. "I'm not, you're my best friend…I could never be mad at you.." I said soothingly, and gently patted the slightly taller boy's head. "You seem calm…You're always like that after you…you… Oh my god… You did not! Please tell me you didn't!" Butters said, gasping in complete and utter horror. "I'd be lying if I said, I didn't…"I mumbled in response, butter's eyes widened in fear. "W-who'd you…..ya, know kill? "Butters said, completely horrified. "No one…Important…." I said, nervously, Butters and Kenny were extremely close.
They were liked conjoined twins, like Stan and Kyle… One could not live without the other. "Who did you kill?" Butters Repeated, worriedly.
"Kenny McCormick."
All I heard next were the broken sobs of the boy beside me, and nothing more, the silence I inside my head caused my ears to ring.
I have never heard silence, quite this loud.
So..much fail.
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