"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: Okay so, we got some rapish content here. No, it is not creek rape. ;n; sorry. You'll see. I promise a creek lemon soon though! So enjoy~)
" Caught up in this maddness to blind to see,
Woke animal feelings in me.
Took over my sense and i lost control..
I'll taste your blood tonight."
Craig's P.O.V.
Those Eyes, normally, so filled with fear and nervousness.
Which were now empty, as if every single happy memory and moment had been stolen from him? I have never seen him like this… so broken, as if he was beyond repair. Like a toy, once you break it, you throw it out. Its nonrefundable, I wanted to know what caused those beautiful eyes to dull and become empty, as if he were dead inside. "Craig?" I heard a soft slightly feminine voice call my name; I did not care if anyone called me a fag for watching Tweek from across the cafeteria.
"Dude, Craig!"
I sighed, and turned my attention back to my idiot friends. Kenny rolled his eyes and mumbled something to Clyde. "Dude, that's nasty Kenny! What the hell man?" Clyde exclaimed, a bright red blush spreading over his cheeks, and his eyes widened. Kenny burst into a fit of muffled laughter."Mmfh mmph Mmmfhph, mmmfh! Mmffh, mmph, mmph mmmfh!" Kenny said laughing, madly, I frowned; I could hardly understand Kenny half of the times he said something. All I could make out was, "Craig, Clyde, and me!" what the hell? "Kenny, what the hell are you saying? Put your goddamn hood down. "I said, and Kenny grumbled something before pulling his down. "I said that, we should have a totally have a threesome! You, Clyde and me. "Kenny said, grinning perversely, and Clyde was staring down at his lap, Kenny hadn't known that Kevin had "gone missing" several weeks ago.
"Ken, what the fuck?" I said bluntly, glaring at the blonde-haired teen, who simply shrugged. "I was just kidding, though I do want you in my bed… what do you say? I will do whatever you want, babe. "Kenny purred, before sliding his arm around my shoulders, I arched an eyebrow and narrowed my eyes. "Why should I? What could I possibly gain from sleeping with you?" I asked and frowned slightly. "Craig, I was just kidding. I love you, but in like a brotherly way, no not like incest brotherly love, though that is somewhat hot-"Kenny began, and I arched an eyebrow curiously. "Umm ken?" I said, interrupting him, before he could continue. "Sorry, weekend stuff… Anyways, I need to talk to you, like a serious conversation..."Kenny mumbled, his eyes flickering towards Tweek, nervously.
What. The. Fuck?
Kenny looked terrified of Tweek, what the hell!
Tweek's P.O.V
"Kenny's going to tell Craig about you."
Shut up Kevin.
"Sooner or later, Craig's going to find you and turn you in. You might as well find a priest and confess your sins or something like that…"
"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT YOU'RE FUCKING MOUTH, YOU FUCKING DICKWAD!" I shrieked, my breath coming in ragged pants, as my head spun and I began trembling. It was simply too much to bear, I could not hold my evil urges, I could not hold in my anger, the last of my morals slipped away. I was losing my conscience, and I could not even try to preserve the last of my innocence. I felt as if my own mind, was being raped, all of the innocence and good in it just dying within me. I felt as if I was dying, I slid out of my seat, my knees buckled, but I managed to run out of the cafeteria's back door. It was raining again, my knees shook and buckled, beneath me and I fell to the floor. My face was partially by a puddle, and the cold rain pelted me, mercilessly.
A loud violin note played through the air, multiplying my pain, as if it were possible. More loud notes played, making an insane sort of haunting melody.
I was going to die, I felt it as my breath became shallower and faster, and my brain was being devoured by this madness, and was not getting enough oxygen. My vision became blurred and my body was arching in a demonic ways, as I fought for breath, suddenly blood began streaming down my face, and Craig's face appeared to be floating above me, my hand shakily reached for him. I had to touch him. I just had to. Suddenly an excruciating throbbing beat came from my heart, and I let out a shriek as my arm fell backward as I closed my eyes.
I was dead.
I had only lived for a single moment, my life never made a difference. I was only seventeen, and I was dead.
-Third person P.O.V.
"H-he what?"
"Craig, he had sex with me and then he killed me, by stabbing me repeatedly. I am sorry, man…. But, he must be insane. "Kenny said, frowning slightly and stared intently at Craig. The raven-haired teen frowned, and opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by a loud shriek of pain and a cry of shock. "What the hell was that? "Kenny exclaimed, before grabbing Craig's hand and dragging him towards the back of the cafeteria, where the noises were steadily getting louder. The rain pelted the boys, the raindrops almost painful as the boys rounded the corner and both let out a cry of shock. Tweek Tweak lay on his side, his back facing the wall and his body covered in blood.
"Holy shit, Tweek… What's wrong? Who did this to you?" Kenny exclaimed, but Tweek's response was a simple gargling sound, and whimper. Craig stood close to the wall, horrified completely by the sight before him. "We've got to get him out of here, Craig! Help me, dude!" Kenny said, grabbing Tweek's arms and beginning to drag him away. Craig grabbed Tweek's ankles and helped Kenny carry him away; suddenly a loud gasp came from behind them.
Kyle Broflovski stood his eyes wide with horror.
"W-What the- Craig, Did you do this?" Kyle exclaimed, his horror turning into anger, his emerald eyes sparkling with anger and accusation. "Kenny… get Tweek to the hospital, I'll explain things to Kyle…" Craig Tucker mumbled and let go of the smaller blond, and Kenny picked up Tweek bridal style.
Kyle's eyes widened as he saw Craig Tucker walking towards him, with an evil predatory glint in his eyes.
Craig's P.O.V.
Kyle let out a shriek of fear, when I grabbed the front of his heavy orange jacket, my yellow-gloved fingers curled around the fabric. "Let go of me!" Kyle shrieked, his fist connecting to my cheek, I let out a grunt of pain, and let go of him. The Redhead took off, running towards the street and I followed him immediately. After almost twenty minutes of running, finally I realized that he was trying to lead me away from civilization, and that we were headed towards the outside of south park. Kyle turned his head and saw I was still after him; he let a shriek of fear and ran faster.
The scenery of the forest was a blur, as I focused solely on the redhead. Why was I still pursuing him? Something told me to continue, that I had to catch him.
Suddenly I fell forward, my knee scraped from the fall, some blood poured from it. However, I did not care; a strange haunting musical note filled the air, the sound of the violin. Something made me want revenge on Kyle.
For what he did to me, oh he was sodead.
His red curls which were flowing in the wind, his eyes round as saucers as he looked behind him.
"Leave me alone!" He shrieked.
Finally, he was within my reach.
I threw myself at him and he let out a shriek of pain and fear as we crumpled onto the floor. "W-why are you doing this? Torturing Tweek was not enough. Was it? Now you're going to kill me like you killed him!" Kyle screamed writhing beneath me; I could easily Imagine Tweek writhing beneath me as I slowly slid in and out of him. I could imagine his face, flushed with his eyes closed tightly, but his mouth agape as he moaned, mewled, gasped, screamed, and whimpered in pleasure. Kyle's eyes widened and he tensed, when he felt my hard-on pressing against him. "W-what's that- Oh my god. You are going to... to-"I quickly quieted him, by placing my hand around his mouth, muffling his screams of protest.
I had to have him feel the pain he put me through.
He deserved this.
Kyle, who was normally so happy, deserved this.
It's all an act.
Kyle is really just as fucked up as the rest of us.
He deserved to be broken into fragments, and I would be the one to break him.
I hooked my fingers around the front of Kyle's pants and skillfully undid the button with one hand, before sliding down the zipper as well. Kyle whimpered and I slid my hand away from his mouth, he made a sound of protest and I grabbed my scarf and took it off, before wrapping it around Kyle's mouth. "Shh. Just do not be afraid. I need this Kyle. I need release. I also need you to suffer. "I whispered softly, and licked the shell of his ear and I felt him shiver beneath me. I hooked my fingers around the waistband of his pants and pulled down his dark emerald green skinny jeans. Kyle let out a muffled sob and I smirked, before rubbing him through his boxers, until his member strained against his boxers.
His body betrayed him as he arched his back, his large emerald eyes leaking tears, as I slowly pulled down his boxers, leaving him completely vulnerable to me. I curled my fingers around the base of his length, and I began to pump him. His small whimpers and sobs, I smirked and the small body beneath me changed, fiery red curls became disheveled blonde locks, green eyes became a dark brown, a well fed figure, became a bony one. "Ahh….Y-you're a m-monster…"He whispered, muffled by the scarf, and it turned me on even more, I slid my hands away from his dick, before I started to unbutton my own pants, and pulling down the black skinny jeans. Kyle's eyes widened and made muffled sounds of protest as he thrashed and writhed.
"Why are you afraid? Do not fear me. Embrace me. I'll take as much of you as I want, and then put you enough of back into your world, to share with whoever, actually cares." I whispered, as I pulled my boxers down. Kyle's eyes widened, and then I thrust into him roughly, without any type of warning, and his muffled scream of pain filled the air. He was so warm, tight, and wet. He felt perfect. Tweek was mine. I pulled out and thrust in again.
Tweek's P.O.V.
Beep.
Beep.
BEEEPP.
Beep.
I opened my eyes, was I dead? My vision was hazy as I saw the room,
Pure white.
Blank.
Empty.
Untainted.
So unlike me.
I felt as if I had been reborn, as if i was no longer Tweek, the crazy paranoid coffee drinking spazmoid. As if I had been reborn, to avenge myself, to rid myself of the demons that haunted me, I felt refreshed. As if nothing could stop me, I could take the world, if I wanted to. On the other hand, I could take what was rightfully mine, but to do that…. I would have to kill Thomas. I have always hated Thomas; he was a slut, an even bigger one than Kenny was. He sold himself for a nickel, he had cheated on Craig countless times, Craig had no idea he was dating a cheap loose hoe.
Craig deserved better.
"And you think you'd be better? Hmm? Well, answer Tweek, are you any better than that whore?"
That sounded nothing like Kevin, the voice was too deep, dark, and sinister.
"HAHAHAHA! You thought I was that pussy. That's hysterical!"
Stop it.
"Why should i?"
I-I don't know... Just leave me alone!
"Is that anyway to treat someone, who gave life back to you again, who rebirthed you?"
w-what, who- what are you?
"Mortals, god I hate them. If you must know, my name is Damien, I am the anti-Christ and technically, since I re-birthed you, your mother…or Father... strange, I know. I revived you; I had to kill you though. Anyways, stop staring at the floor and look at me."
Obediently my eyes looked up to see a tall pale ebony haired teenage boy, he wore a smug look on his face while he played with the upside down cross on his rosary. He eyes met mine, and I shuddered, his blood crimson red eyes met chocolate ones. "Well, Tweek….can I call you Tweekie? I revived you, because I realized that god has been rather cruel to you, even more than he has been to Kenny. I have admired your will to live, how you tried to keep your sanity, before slowly succumbing to it. How you seem so normal during the day… Yet how in the night, you come alive...It's beautiful in a way, how you kept the balance for so long. How, your bloodlust, seeps slowly out of your nights… and contaminates all of your days." He said, as he did, a large wave of blood slowly flowed into the room, and tainted the pure white floor tiles.
"I-I-I'm confused…"
"That's fine, since I'll be there with you; I'll take care of you... I will give you what you want, I will let avenge yourself." His voice said softly, cutting through the silence like a dagger.
"O-okay…"
"Then allow me to take you back to earth, you have a surprise waiting for you..."
There was a crowd gathering around a hospital, I heard muttering of confusion as I passed by, I heard sobs also, but I did not care or want to know.
When I reached my home, I turned on the TV in my room and sat down on my bed in front of it.
"In local news, a young man name Kyle Broflovski was found on the outskirts of town a few hours ago, he was allegedly pursued and raped, by an unknown attacker. The victim was taken into the hospital and is being treated. He refuses to give any information on his attacker. If you have any information at all please dial the number at the bottom of the screen."
All I see these days is murder, rape, people getting hurt, and disasters.
The world is a mess.
Now I had to deal with someone like me.
A monster.
Suddenly I felt a presence coming from my window; I turned around to see…
Craig tucker.
A maniacal grin was on his face, and leaned in and exhaled on my window, causing it fog up a bit. His index finger slowly slid against my window, rubbing sounds coming from it, a line, three lines, a curve, a line with another going through it.
Finally, I could read what he had written and I shuddered and screamed.
"I want you.
I will murder the entire town,
I will fill the graveyards, until I have you."
I ran away, solely acting on panic.
I heard my window break and I heard maniacal laughter, as I ran down the steps.
He was going after me.
I was dead.
"No! Do not run from him! You are stronger, you must fight him!" Damien cried angrily from within my head, and as I ran into the kitchen. I realized he was right.
Grabbing a Machete, I was going to face him. I would make him mine.
I turned around, and…
Nothing.
No one was in this kitchen.
Just me.
The nightmares were returning..
I fell to the floor and threw the knife at the wall, before curling up into a fetal postion and letting broken sobs ravage my thin frail body.
Nya. I am so sorry for not updating in so long! I've been so busy, and then I got into the hetalia fandom, and I kept on reminding myself to write this, but I kept on forgetting and getting distracted! Then, I was yelled at by a few of my friends.
I'm not sure, when I'll be able to update again, seeing as I have a majority of important tests coming up, and such... and wouldn't let me post this. It kept on saying "Error..." (YOUR FACE IS AN ERROR! D' : )
Again, so sorry people.
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