A/N LAST CHAPTER. This is the LAST FREAKIN' CHAPTER. Yay? Nay? Well, anyhoo, if you've been holding off reviewing... this is the time. Thoughts, please? Well. Anyways. This is the end of Sirens... say byebye! Though there MIGHT be a semi-sequelish sort of thing coming up later maybe... shh! I didn't say anything! ;)

Thanks to Tayviee and NightmareMyLove

Disclaimer I don't own South Park or any associated characters, events, etc.

Stage 15. ([[{g.e.n.u.i.n.e—r.e.s.o.l.u.t.i.o.n}]])

11:22 pm

July 30th, 2011

South Park, Colorado

Me: Hello again this is Officer Marcus.

Bebe: Looks like you were too late, officer.

Me: No i wasn't

You're MAKING me late.

Bebe: Go.

Me: The kid still has a pulse

Bebe: GO.

Me: I AM GOING

Bebe: good.

Tweek?

He was gone, gone in seconds, and then there really was nothing yet. But Tweek felt different now. Nauseated with hope that shouldn't dare to exist. He had heard the policeman's words. "He has a pulse! Get out of my way, kid, go!" He'd be taken to the hospital now, fawned over and saved… or would he? How could a bullet wound not be fatal? It must have skimmed over the skull. Those were the officer's words. But Craig had held the gun up himself, pulled the trigger himself, and he would never have been careless about something like that. How could he have…?

There were yet more sirens, somehow louder and fiercer than before, as the car drove away. Then even they faded, and he was alone. Really alone, sitting in the middle of the hallway with the rain (now light, as though that last, unspeakably violent flash and bang had been its grand finale) drumming at the windows, with a sizable pool of blood staining the floor and the door lying cracked on the ground, its hinges having been removed. And the laptop, its lid half-shut, sitting a few feet away.

Slowly, as if in a dream, he reached forward and lifted it up, standing on shaky legs, and moved towards the living room. His body was working its way towards the living room, and his eyes, stretched wide and seemingly unable to relax, tracking the splatters of blood that served as a pathway. Then he was there, standing with the carpet warm and welcomingly soft between his bare toes, the couch looking plush and welcoming. It couldn't have been more than a half hour ago, not even. He sank onto the middle cushion, and, with shaking hands, opened the computer's lid wider.

Yes. She was still there, waiting.

Me: he left

Bebe: okay

Me: i can't go with...

i just...

i can't

Bebe: He'll make it.

He'll MAKE IT.

Me: he actually tried to KILL himsef...

the officer told me he hasn't much time...

Bebe: okay.

I know this has been a lot harder than it should have...

Me: yeah… it has been...

Bebe: but after this...well...

Me: well what?

I know what he's gonna do...

Bebe: things will be SO much better.

okay?

Me: i...yeah, sure

Bebe: okay.

Me: this

i

um...

Bebe: yeah?

Me: I know what he's gonna do when he gets better...

Bebe: what?

Me: things...

Bebe: if you think he's going to hurt you again...

Me: i-i don't want you to call the police...

Bebe: okay, here.

Don't be passive.

Go with it.

Stop fighting, and it won't be rape.

like I said...

it's not if you enjoy it.

so...

WILL you enjoy it?

I mean, there's rape and then there's sex.

and I think he wants the latter.

Me: I suppose...the...you see...ok...so, Craig is problem child. He tends to get drunk… he drinks a lot. I hide his booze but when i do he gets mad at me. When he's pissed off, he likes to hurt things...I have bruises & scars all over me...

Bebe: you need to help him get better.

Me: I have tried...but I am used to it.

ever since I have known him I have been trying

Bebe: keep trying.

it's no way for him to live his life.

Me: I know...

I am always afraid for him...

Bebe: for him, or of him?

Me: I KNOW what he says to people

...

honest answer?

...of him...always have been...

Bebe: yeah

and you still are?

Me: ...yeah

Bebe: well, if you still love him...

all I can say is, I need you to help him

and then, hopefully, it'll pass

Me: I have been helping him since fourth grade.

We are in high school now

Bebe: Just keep helping him.

Keep going.

Me: I am...to be honest...the ONE thing I'm afraid of most is...

him breaking my heart

Bebe: he loves you, I promise, and I don't think that's going to change.

Me: He's the only one who understands me... one day he will meet his match, & more than likely get married

Bebe: I think he's already met his match.

Me: ...oh...

Oh. Oh. Well… what was there to say to that? Tweek turned his head slightly to gaze out the window. The last drops of rain were falling, but this was a refreshing, cleansing wash. The storm was gone. The hospital wasn't far… maybe he wouldn't have to stay here alone tonight, like he'd been thinking. Maybe he could go there. Wait at Craig's bedside while he recovered.

She was probably right. There wouldn't be any more after this. Any more abuse, any more rape. It could be done now. It seemed to be, before. Everything that was broken could be fixed, couldn't it? There was no rush. They had time. Endless time, boundless time.

He sat back, sighing, wiping away the tears that still coated his cheeks. It's over now. This part. Things can begin again. A smile tickled his lips—not one that could be fully formed, but a weary, nervously hopeful sort of expression. A promise of something more.

Bebe: Tweek, I really don't have anything left to say...but, well, good luck. And tell me if anything happens?

Me: I-you're leaving?

Bebe: Yes, I do have to

Me: oh...

Bebe: just keep trying?

promise?

Me: I-I will be online tomorrow!

Bebe: :) so will I.