Chapter II
-You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun-
As the next morning came, Tweek's paranoid episode, which had him chained to the same spot on the couch all night, had only grown worse, rather than getting better. Perhaps if Tweek would have taken his pills, instead of giving in to his worries that they were made to control his mind, leading to him draining all of them down the sink, or if he would have gone to the psychiatrist, who in his mind wanted to brainwash him, or even if his parents had been there, then everything would have turned out differently.
However, it wasn't like that, so what happened was unavoidable.
"They are after me, I know. I saw everything, all the signs they are there. It is a conspiracy against me! It always was! They have planned it for years. Oh how blind I was! They all were so nice, talking to me, buying me coffee, helping me in school. But it was just to brainwash me for their great plan. So they could finally kill the president and rule the world! But they were wrong, so wrong. I am cleverer than that, yes I am. I stopped drinking the coffee, so they couldn't drug me, stopped listening so they couldn't brainwash me. Yes, I outplayed them all! But now, nooow." His hands raised shakily, bony fingers tugging at his hair in anxiety. "THEY ARE PLANNING TO KILL ME!" He yelled at an empty house, hearing his yells echoing back to him from the other rooms. Quickly he jumped up, stumbling, because his legs had become numb from sitting so still over night, but he caught himself with a hand on the coffee table before he could fall to the ground. While looking from side to side, making sure no one was standing at the windows watching him, he ran up the stairs and into his room, dressing in a black hoodie and black pants, before grabbing his grey backpack with a gun in it.
"If they want to kill me, I will just have to be quicker. And I will, because I know their faces, I know where they live, where they go, where they breathe, and they know nothing! NOTHING AT ALL!" With a hoarse, distorted laugh he made his way down the stairs and out of the house. Banging the cheery red front door closed, he ran up to the sidewalk, before slowing considerably. "Can't be detected, look normal, normal, normal. Walk slow, slower, breath evenly, smile. Smile more. Happy. You are a happy student today. You wouldn't hurt a fly. Right, right. They won't know what hit them." He whispered under his breath as he strode down the streets, coming in sight of the school building shortly.
Hiding behind a tree in the school's parking lot, Tweek reached into his backpack and pulled the gun out, placing it carefully into the front pocket of his hoodie. With a twisted, insane grin on his face, he walked up to the school doors. He was later than usual, wanting everyone to be there already, knowing it would be suspicious if he walked around in the hallways, while waiting for the students to arrive.
As planned, when he opened the school doors, with the gun cocked and held in his shaking hands, the hallways were filled with people.
Laughing loudly as it seemed like his plan was a success, because no one had stopped him yet, and none of them seemed surprised, he began to shoot.
And shoot.
Everyone around him started to run and scream as he shot down student after student, his friends, the people at the front, aiming their own guns at him, but he was faster, always faster.
"RUN YOU FOOLS, RUN! I WILL GET YOU ALL! EVERY ONE OF YOU DIRTY TRAITORS! AND WHEN YOU ARE GONE, I WILL BE THE HERO AND EVERYONE WILL FINALLY SEE WHAT YOU PLANNED! I WILL KILL YOU ALL! DIE, DIE!" He shouted, eyes gleaming with long-hidden insanity as he ran and shot, repeating his words, his feet nearly slipping in the slick pools of blood that started to cover the floor.
Finally, just as he thought he had killed every last one of them, one other person entered into his vision. "Craig…" He growled, finally finding the head of everything. His once best friend was the head of this conspiracy, he knew it. Now was his time to die. The raven haired boy began to talk to him, but the blonde didn't even notice, as he took another step closer, putting his gun squarely between the boy's eyes. With a last loud laugh, he pulled the trigger and shot.