Loss

Gregory moved through the mass, heading to the direction where he had seen a familiar figure, celebrating the end of war.

"Stan! Have you seen Mole? I need to speak with him," he asked as he tugged on the sleeve of Stan's jacket. Stan turned towards with a joyful grin and cocked his head.

"Sorry, I didn't catch that. What did you say?"

"I said I need to speak to Mole. Do you know where he is?" he repeated. Stan's grin turned to thoughtful in a few seconds before it switched to frown. Gregory felt his stomach drop when Stan got fidgety and casted his eyes downwards.

"Shit… Uh… Um, he kind of… Well… It's Cartman's fault you know! He didn't switch the alarm off and… Then the guard dogs… The tunnel he had dug for Terrance and Phillip to escape through…" Stan mumbled while shifting from a foot to another and looking everywhere else but at Gregory. Gregory's posture stiffened and he changed his tone to a cold, business-y one:

"What has happened to him Stan?"

"You see, the guard dogs kind of like followed him to the tunnel, when the alarm went off and he like, didn't make it out in time…"

Gregory shut his eyes to collect his thoughts for a second. When he opened them, he looked at Stan with unbelief.

"So you screwed up a mission, which was fairly easy, and let him just die? He was stuck in a tunnel and it never occurred to you that maybe, just maybe you could go and help him? Fuck you Stan, fuck you and your incapable, idiot friends," Gregory growled and turned away. Before he even got far enough he heard Wendy exclaim "Fuck Gregory! Fuck him right in the ear!"

Bitch, it's not me who you should be saying that to. Fuck your little pussy boyfriend who gets people killed, because he can't do a damn thing on his own.

He didn't let himself show out more than an angry frown. He decided to get Mole's body before anyone else got to him. He had seen the plan Mole had made, where to invade the arena, so he figured that he'd be somewhere around the tunnel or around it, lying in the snow, covered in blood, chunks of flesh ripped off of him. Gregory felt his eyes water and he bit his lip. He had friends but Christophe was someone he had been able to work with flawlessly. They shared a different kind of bond, one of trust and partnership. He trusted Christophe with his whole heart, no matter what the subject might be. Christophe had trusted him and… He had been the one to send him to his early death.

He sniffed and looked around for the tunnel. He was quite sure it would be around somewhere there. He peeked behind a warehouse, eyes falling straight on the tunnel. He noticed a lot of footprints and strange formation in the snow. Christophe was most likely in the tunnel if he wasn't out of it. He squatted on the side and stared into the muddy darkness, gently caressing the edge of the hole. It was Mole's last tunnel; there wouldn't be any tunnels after this. He slid inside, clumsy from the weighting sorrow, not bothering to look out for his clothes. The tunnel smelled like Christophe, of dirt and cigarettes, but also like blood and dogs: big dogs and a lot of blood. Gregory felt his way forward, trying to get something else in his hands than dirt. Dirt fell on him from the roof, mixing into his hair, mud soaking his pants and small rocks hurting against his palms and knees when he tried to get forward. He felt the stench of blood becoming stronger and stronger, making him think of what he might find. The thought made him shiver and gag, acid coming up his throat but he managed to swallow it back down. He had to get Christophe out no matter what. He was not going to leave him alone down there.

His fingers were getting numb from the cold even through his gloves, so when he felt fabric between his fingers he couldn't believe it at first. He drew his hand away quickly and pressed it against his body. He felt like he had been electrocuted. There, right in front of him, was most likely Christophe's dead body. He relaxed slightly and extended his arm forward to confirm his thoughts, caressing the side. Christophe felt soft and so cold, and Gregory's breaths became shorter and irregular. Tears streamed down his face when he hugged the body.

"Ugh, what the Hell?"

Gregory screamed and fell backwards when the body sat up and called out in the darkness:

"Gregory? Is that you or am I just feeling and hearing things?"

All of a sudden a lighter flickered and casted light over Christophe's face. The light blinded them both but Gregory didn't let that stop him from screeching:

"The bloody Hell, Christophe! I thought you were dead as a rock! Stan told me that you were eaten by guard dogs after the alarm went off. How come you're alive all of a sudden?"

Christophe shaded his eyes with his arm and tried to see Gregory. He didn't answer clearly, just mumbled something incoherent about Satan and wishes and fucking guard dogs. When he was finally able to see Gregory's face, he frowned in confusion and worry.

"Are you crying?"

Christophe leaned forward and touched Gregory's face. Gregory noticed his lip was trembling and he bit it, trying to hold down a sob.

"I… I thought you were dead."

Christophe caressed his cheek and whispered:

"But I'm not, so you don't have to cry. Shh, Gregory, I'm fine, I'm just fine. I just crawled in here to get away from the snow and the wind since I didn't have the energy move around. Shh, everything is okay, I'm all right."

Gregory shook his head before wrapping his arms around Christophe and squeezing as hard as he could, breaking down harder than ever before, sobbing his heart out and bawling to express his sorrow.

"It's my fault; I sent you to die! I could have lost you forever because I sent you here with only idiots who ruined it all!"

Christophe rested his head on Gregory's shaking shoulder, lighting a candle he had put next to him and dropping the lighter on the ground, to wrap his both hands around Gregory, trying to calm him down

"It's not your fault; I just shouldn't have trusted them and accepted the mission. Before you even start thanking God, he's a little bitch and probably enjoyed seeing me suffer in the teeth of those fucking guard dogs. But can we just sit here before going home? I don't feel like moving yet. Besides, these new furs are quite warm."

Gregory sniffed one last time and gave Christophe a weak smile.

"You had you revenge on the dogs by skinning them? Sometimes you are just so cruel… But fine, we can stay here for a while if you want to. Just let me hold you for a while."

"You can hold me as long as you want."

AN: Cheesy last line. This is another one shot meant to be drabble a.k.a. drabbleshot. I'm trying to work out a one shot for Anglergirl158, but because it's meant to be a one shot it'll take a bit longer and also because it's an adventure type, heehee. It will come out though, don't you worry. Also, I still take requests of any pairing or any idea, so keep on throwing them. Also, if I may request, that when you're doing a request (requestception) that you'd add stuff like the rating, type such as adventure, romance, etc. Also, the more specific, the easier it might be and like more personal or some shit.

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