"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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"You gave it to me through the eyes, hatred.
Centuries deep and true.
I was wrong, graceless, and sick.
All of the things that I had learned had been wasted."

Tweek's P.O.V.

"What's the big deal? Kenny dies every single -ngh- day! Why are you crying?" I asked, when butters simply shot me a glare, I lost all control. I jumped up, and shoved the buttery blonde-haired male onto his back, straddling his hips as my fingers curled slowly around his throat. He let out a startled choking sound, and squirmed, His good eye, which held such a look of rage that it did not seem to belong on someone, who looked so innocent. Hatred, such a strong human emotion, his face contorted in anger and suddenly he rolled me onto my back, his hand clawing at my hair, face, and arms with such feral rage. "You are sick! Psychotic, disgusting bastard, you are a monster! "He shrieked and I simply lay there, stunned and not wanting hurt this innocent boy, who had been my best friend for years.

My only best friend.

"I-I'm sorry, I was just so mad, gosh darn it! I am real sorry, Tweek! I shouldn't have done that!" After several minutes of letting butters release his anger, I had a bloody nose, scratches littering my body, and a spilt lip. "Butters... can I see your eye, the one I had hurt...?" I asked curiously and softly, ever since that bloody day, I had been curious about what butters eye looked like. Was it destroyed, bloody, and monstrous or did it look like any other eye?

I wanted to know.

"I'ah guess, but don't let it gross you out or anythin'" Butters said softly, before reaching towards the peach colored eye patch, and quietly with skillful graceful hands slipped it off. I stared at butters, silently; the eye was a pale blue, caused by a white sort of cloudiness over it. It contrasted with the deep sapphire hue, of his other eye. A smile formed across my pale pink lips, curving slowly as I studied the slightly taller boy's features. "You look beautiful, like an angel. "I said softly, Butters smiled shyly, and his pale cheeks flushed brightly. Then I felt it, the bloodlust slowly appearing once more.

"I have to… go."I stated, quickly my heart pounding against my ribcage. "Whu- what? But, Tweekie-"Butters began, but I quickly cut him off. "I'll have to leave...or I'll hurt you, tonight…,"I whispered, my hands reaching to tangle up in my unruly hair, he gave me an offended and frightened look. "It's not like that, I just want to see…. Your insides…" I whispered sadistically, and blood roared in my ears, as I walked over to the window.

"I love you."

The words were softly spoken and said lovingly, as if a person like me deserved them. I had to leave now, unable to regain my composure torespond to the said words, as I slowly slid out the window and jumped to the ground, my feet hitting the ground with a large amount of force. I needed to find my favorite raven-haired boy.

Craig's P.O.V.

"Tweek Tweak, do you take this man in death for the rest of your un-natural life?"

"Yes, I do."

"Craig Tucker, Do you take this man for the rest of your un-natural life?"

"I do."

"I now, pronounce you-"

Clang. My eyesfluttered open at the loud shattering sound, I was unsure whether to be grateful, or just goddamn pissed about what had woken me up. I had the weirdest fucking dream- Clang.

That sound came again. Frowning as I sat up and silently slipped out of the bed, and out of the guest room. "Beg for me to stop," A soft voice whispered, followed by the sounds of sobs and pitiful gargling, "I can't stop if I don't know, you want me to…"It continued, I could hear the contempt in its voice. My instincts were pleading for me to go back, as I went down the stairs; I felt nervousness forming in the pit of my stomach. When I had finally reached the bottom of stairs, I saw something… so revolting, so morbid, and so terrifying. Kevin Stoley lay sprawled upon the floor, his torso completely ripped open, and his intestines were surrounding him, in a pool of blood.

On the wall, written in his blood, were the words:

"I need you.

You bring me to life,

We will live forever.

While the rest…

Shall simply die."

"C-C-Craig… h…help m…me…" Kevin choked out, before his body began spasming, and screams of pain and fear, flowed out of his throat.

Clyde cannot see him like this, never.

Suddenly Kevin sucked in his last breath, and I went outside to the shed, grabbing an axe and a wagon, before coming back for the Asian teen's corpse. Clyde could never bear to see his boyfriend dead, I thought as I grabbed the body and laid it into the wagon, and laid the axe next to it as I wheeled it away.

I had to find the creep who did this.

In addition, I must end him.

Tweek's P.O.V.

It had been three weeks, since Kevin Stoley had died, by my own hands; I was now at an old playground in which I played in when I had been younger. It's once happy, bright, vibrant colors had faded into a dull metallic gray, much like me, it was forgotten and no one simply cared about it.

Just like me.

I sat on a swing, not even swinging just sitting.

I heard footsteps and suddenly hands appeared on the chains, covering my own, instinctively I threw my head back to look up, and then my lips were softly being brushed against by another set, soft as velvet. My eyes widened and I realized that Craig Tucker was kissing me. My cheeks flared up as he pulled away and my heart began hammering in my chest. I quickly slid out of the swing and turned to face him, his face as expressionless as ever. "Ngh, C-Craig? W-why'd you-"

I was immediately interrupted by a fit of laughter.

"Ha-ha! Craig that-FUCK! - was a good one man!" Thomas said, laughing as he stepped out of the bushes. "Who ever said it was a joke? "Craig said, monotonously, but smirked; Thomas let out a shriek of rage and stepped over to Craig menacingly. Then the familiar rush of blood to my ears and throbbing of my heart began, I let out deep breaths, trying to calm myself as my blood lust threated to consume me.

Then Thomas made me lose it.

He slapped Craig's beautiful face with his disgusting tainted hand.

I let out a growl, threw myself at Thomas, knocking him over, and in blinded fury began punching the dirty slut. "You…don't deserve…him… you… FUCKING SLUT!" I shrieked, my hands curling around his throat and his connecting with my hair before pulling harshly, which cause my grip on his neck to tighten. Blood began drenching my hands as my fingernails dug into Thomas's throat, he let out a gargling sound and I felt a cold hand my shoulder, I looked up and saw Craig.

"It's not worth it."

He did not know how much it killed me inside to release Thomas, and then Craig pulled me away from my once safe haven. "Tweek, I've decided something…" He said softly, when he had stopped in front of his home. "What's-ngh! - that?" I replied, my head tilting in curiosity. Then he leaned in and kissed me softly, his smooth velvety lips pressing slowly against my chapped-in comparison- ones. He pulled away, breaking off the kiss much too soon.

I simply wanted more.

"From now on, I promise to take care, and protect you, if you become my… boyfriend. "Craig said softly, I felt my cheeks heat up and I realized this was everything I ever hoped for...

Why did I feel so suspicious?

Because Craig was supposed to hate me, that is why.

My heart began pounding with nervousness, and I opened my mouth to respond.

"No. You are –ngh- trying to mess with me! Why do-"I was cut off by something cold and hard pressing into my back, I glanced down at a puddle which was next to us and gasped in horror. Craig had a knife, its sharpened tip positioned right at back. "W-what are y-"Once more I was cut off, this time by his lips crushing against mine, hesitantly I kissed back then I felt the blade thrust of the knife into my back, I pulled away and screamed in agony.

My eyes snapped open and I began panting heavily. The dream had felt so real; I kept having realistic dreams like that, and where I could not tell where I could not tell my dreams from reality. I brushed a stray bang out of my hair and felt a sudden wet warm liquid. I stared at my hands, which were drenched in blood.

"Shh, don't allow your fear to fill you, Tweek."

That voice, it was…

Kevin Stoley.

I turned around, but saw nothing. "I'm somehow in your head Tweek, but don't freak out, bear with me-"I screamed, I was hearing voices. Fucking voices, I must be insane somehow.

"Tweek, I have no idea how this happened, but apparently I must stay with you…."

"For how long?" I asked, fearful of my answer.

"As long as it takes for you to confess what you've done."

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