A/N: TW- Abuse, blood, gore, etc. This chapter is going to be in close third on Craig and Thomas. I know I kinda switch it around a shit ton, but, ya know. I do what seems best. Anyway, enjoy! :)
Craig was currently flipping through channels on his TV when something in particular caught his eye. It was the local news station and a picture of his father was on the screen. What the fuck? Craig's eyes widened as he turned the volume up and he leaned his body forward, as if that would allow him to hear the voices more clearly.
"Today, shocking news in South Park Penitentiary as local resident Thomas Tucker has managed to escape. There has been no updates as to whether or not he has been seen, but it's awfully scary, huh Tom?" Tammy Thompson, the lead female reporter spoke as her gaze was then directed to her co-anchor, and brother. Unknown to the citizens of South Park, the siblings were engaging in a sexual relationship with one another, which, furthers the point that the town of South Park is fucked up.
"It sure is Tammy. Thomas Tucker was convicted on charges of attempted murder and abuse on his son, Craig Tucker. Wait? Was I not supposed to mention the last part? Well, anyway. If anyone has any idea as to where the felon may be, please call us here at Channel Four News, we'll be back after the break." Thomas finished speaking and the channel flipped to some lame ass local car dealership. Some guy trying to sell Hummers? That was a dead-end.
Craig was in a daze. His father, who had tried to murder Kenny, and had verbally, emotionally, and physically abused him had escaped from prison. It was like his worst nightmare had come true, and he fucking hated it. The raven-haired male slumped back against the couch and a shaky sigh was emitted. He was scared. No, he was horrified. His father, if he was even worthy of that title, would surely try and fucking kill him. Thomas knew Craig and Kenny had set him up, and he was screwed. Craig brought his hands up to cover his face. He couldn't believe what was happening.
Without so much as a peep, Thomas had made his way into the house and was making his way up to his bastard 'son'. He knew Craig wasn't his kid, no one in his family had black hair, and neither did anyone on his wifes side. The red-headed male walked quietly up to his son, and as soon as Craig dropped his hands to rest on his lap, he was permanently silenced as duct-tape was stuck across his mouth. Thomas didn't hesitate after that to move in front of Craig and wrap the tape around his wrists, then doing the same to his ankles. The man made sure the tape was tight, so no escape was possible. He was determined to get pay back.
Craig struggled against the older male as soon as he was lifted easily off the couch and slung over Thomas's shoulder, but it proved to be a waste of energy so, gradually, Craig made his body go limp. Thomas carried Craig down to their basement and sat the raven-haired male on a chair before securing the boy to that as well, ensuring his eminent pay-back would go unscathed. Craig stared at his father with widened-eyes, pleading silently to be released, but the expression Thomas hosted wasn't anything Craig had ever seen before. It was a look of pure hatred. No, it was a look that basically said, "I couldn't give a fuck if you're scared, you are nothing to me.".
Thomas approached Craig and reached into his back pocket where he seized a knife that had been longing for this day. The day they broke Craig Tucker, once and for all. Thomas held the blade out in front of him and his eyes danced over the blade, taking in its beauty, its shine, its murderous intent. It was enough to allow the man to chuckle before he retrieved the prior composure he had recently dawned. Thomas knelt himself to Craig's eye-level and proceeded to place the blade against Craig's plump cheek. Then, he glided the blade down, causing a deep gash to form immediately and the blood began to form droplets before it slowly dripped further, and further down until it inevitably stained the raven-haired males shirt. Craig was terrified. He wanted to scream or move, or even cry, but he couldn't. He couldn't give Thomas that satisfaction.
A smirked played on the older males lips as he placed the blade against Craig's other cheek before he created a deep gash, making both the boys cheeks parallel in looks. Thomas closed his eyes as a 'pleasured' sigh radiated out of the red-headed males lips. With a swift movement, the man had lodged the blade into Craig's thigh and began to twist and turn it inside the boy, expanding and deepening the wound. At that, Craig exhaled a muffled scream into the tape and his head fell forward. His eyes closing in defeat as the blade went deeper, and deeper into his flesh. All he could do was sit there and pray? Pray? Hah... What kind of God would allow this to happen? The raven-haired male sighed as soon as the blade was retracted only to scream out again as the older male did the same to his other thigh. Is this what it felt like when his father was stabbing Kenny? No... It was definitely worse for Kenny. Stray tears began to well in the corner of his eyes.
The salty liquid was excreted and fell onto his now blood-drenched jeans and it was only going to get worse. Thomas was going to take his sweet time completely ruin Craig. Removing the blade again, Thomas began to hum in thought before he jabbed the blade into his sons gut. Craig grunted in pain as he clenched his eyes shut, but to his surprise, his father didn't stab him there again. Instead, the man took the blade and carved the word, "Faggot" into Craig's right arm, and then on the left, he carved the word "Disgrace". He was branded. Craig was now eternally branded with these, words. He couldn't handle it now as the sobs erupted and his body quaked in a mixture of terror and bitterness.
Thomas's lips molded into a smirk as he watched Craig and he decided to take the blade and stab it into his sons right foot. Upon hearing his sons pained cries, he removed the blade only to stand and throw it to the side. Thomas narrowed his gaze as he stared at Craig before he rose his hand and smacked Craig across the face as hard as he possibly could. It fucking stung, and Craig could only whimper as the gash had reopened upon impact and began to pour out blood again. He felt small, pitiful, alone, and just... Done. He needed help, but no one would hear his cries.
To make matters worse, Thomas retrieved the blade from the ground and returned to Craig where he swiftly jammed the blade into the raven-haired males side. His vision was going hazy. He could barely wasn't even that he had lost too much blood, well, not entirely, but it was more so the fact that he was mentally giving up. As soon as that thought crossed his mind, his eyes fells shut and he was enveloped into darkness, nowhere to go, and no one to save him. It was just him and his despair as he fell further into the darkness, with, what seemed like, no escape.
A/N: Okay, sorry for this, well, not that sorry. I know Thomas wouldn't do this, like ever, but, ya know, just think of it as an AU where he is a fucking psychopath..