Without really planning to , he had squeezed his eyes shut when he pulled the trigger, echo of the shot making his heart stop for a moment. A kind of sane part of Tweeks mind told him that this was his best friend he was killing there. The only one that had been able to somehow deal with his problems, at least until Tweek had started pulling away completely. Regret welled up in him, rearing it's head like a monster he had never seen before, starting to gnaw on his insides.

Without even opening his eyes he fell to his knees, starting to dig his sharp nails into his face and arms, whimpers turned into screams, and as the blood started dripping to the floor there was no real thought in his head anymore, just blackness and pain and the feeling of having ended something but started something worse.

And then there was only the blackness.

For everyone else it had been a pretty normal day at school. At first the halls were crowded, full of people complaining about having to be here, talking about the next big party, and gossiping about what's-his-or-her-name. Just an usual day in South Park. There might have been a few strange looking people and the lockers were certainly not only filled with innocent things, but this was South Park and not everything here could be normal after all, right ?

And when the bell rang, everybody went to their classes, just like on every normal day, half of them late of course, but slowly the halls were empty again, only the footsteps of a lone teenager echoing through them.

Craig Tucker had planned this. Being alone here. Actually he hadn't but he took things as they came and just pretended they fit his plans. His best friend, kind of best friend, often called side kick actually, had been missing from school for three days and he was getting worried now. He had told himself that he would wait for him until the first lesson was over, if he was not there by then Craig would make his way over to the Tweek residence.

To understand this you have to be aware of the fact that Craig didn't really /care/ that much about people. Or that was what they thought. When he was fifteen, two years ago, he had been taken to a therapist, his parents alarmed about the thought of being a psychopath or sociopath. They usually weren't the best parents, but with their daughter growing older and turning out so differently from her brother even they noticed that something was wrong.

In the end he wasn't. Crazy that was. A something-path. Although the guinea-pig-path, something that Clyde had made up, wasn't that bad and maybe a word that described a part of his personality rather well.

Not that he was actually turned on by them or anything like that. He didn't want to have a bunch of them either. Just the one that he always had and always loved, a companion, something stable in a town that was anything but. Craig was stable too, stable emotions, always the same reactions, same grades, same things he ddi. It was just the way he liked it. Clever people would maybe call it OCd. Still, he had emotions. Had feelings, felt something for people. It was just not as obvious. Meaning he felt something for Tweek. There was just a strange friendship, something very stable with a very unstable boy that connected them and he liked it that way. What he didn't like was Tweek acting more and more weird in the last months and he would get to the bottom of that.

Just then he heard another echo joining his and he looked up, deep blue eyes peeking out from underneath a black fringe that was pushed into his face by his trademark blue hat. Tweek looked crazy, yelled and ran towards him, hand outstretched in his direction. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

Yes I am aware that I haven't updated in ages. I am also aware of the fact that this chapter is really short again. I am sorry, but I promise I will update more often and keep the chapters short like this, hoping I will get my muse back for this story.