It was hot, damn sticky and humid. "You know the type". That hot that always made your clothes cling to your skin like saran wrap.
I told him "Hold up", grasping my knees , hunched over, my lungs pumping a mile a minute. Those palms of mine were sweaty so I rubbed them over the silky black fabric of the baggie basketball shorts I was wearing. They soaked up all the heat from the Sun making my legs feel warm.
4 o'clock that's what time it was, we just got done studying. And just like when we were ten I spent the day at Tweek's, him helping me out with math. "Shit still fuckin suck at it ".
"Stany is it just me or have we gotten slower over the years, ca-come on we can't keep Chris waiting". Tweek tapped his boot on the cracked sidewalk, arms crossed over his crappy Metallica t shirt, was full of holes, looked like he got it at a thrift store. His eye twitched slightly, and his fingers shuffled through the pages of the two buck scifi novel he most likely got at some garage sale.
"I can keep up... just give me a sec". These stupid things I always hated using them. Inhalers their shit. That misty spray they made always bothered me, it tickled my throat and made me wanna sneeze.
Tweek's slightly disgruntled homeless person look softened and he actually looked pretty worried. He wanted to console me or at least say something I thought, but I brushed his affection off. He just shrugged his shoulders, and we continued our trek down the sunbathed asphalt.
"Mama no stop zees now".
The tall woman with simple straight hair and the cutest accent leaned down and gave Christophe a kiss on the cheek and pated his head, messing up her son's dusty dirt encrusted hair; if you can even call it hair.
Hesitation wasn't Christophe, that's why he spat at his moms shoes and jumped off their porch. He started freaking , throwing handfuls of dirt on his face gunking up his pores.
"No Mother You do not touch me, I did not give you permission". He shouted,( what's wrong with French people) pointed at the air, and paced round in circles.
"Woah dude don't talk to your mom like that".
"Ugh, Chris doesn't give a shit". Tweek chewed on his gross nails, our feet stirring up dust on the front yard.
Quickly rough hands shove his mom through the screen door.
"Alright my wee mole you play nice with your little friends", is the last thing that cute lady said before Christophe slammed the door in her face.
He was wearing a brown leather satchel and covered with heavy camo from head to toe. That trademark shovel and pick pinned to his back. And around his waist a rope with what looked like flashlights, and other odds and ends, all hanging off his knotted nylon belt.
We walked in silence for awhile. "come on guys, stop. Just tell me".
Both them looked another over then me, sharing secret Intel no doubt. They smiled and shook their heads.
"You'll see" they said.
My feet slowed and that happy sound of friends telling lame jokes brought a melancholy . I didn't remember ever seeing this part of town before. The buildings were strange, tall with large open windows, soaring tube chimneys spewed crap in the air. Were these factories or "warehouses"? I didn't know, they all looked the same, gray. They towered on each side , we were rats scurrying down the middle.
"Wait up Chris. What's wrong with you man why you all the way back here,"ahh?"
I looked down at my feet, and shoved my hands in my shorts kicking some rocks along the train tracks. I felt so... down. I should've just gone home. I didn't deserve him. I forgot Tweek the moment I laid eyes on him. The tiredness in his eyes, the violent outbursts, of course he'd be pissed. I still remembered his words. Don't you dare forget me man. And I do the complete opposite.
" I think I should go, uh Christophe doesn't like me and um...
"What" Chris like that with everyone, Aren't you"!
"Mostly".
"Now err what's really eating you?"
I whispered in his ear, I wasn't gonna sound lame in front of Christophe.
"Nngh is that all, sure I'm kinda bummed that you forgot me... you've always been an airhead though. "Jesus" don't look at me like that man. You know what I mean, whenever something even gets you a little down you'd lock yourself in your room, and listen to depressing beats".
"You're not mad?"
I could tell he was mad. Even back as kids Tweek Only got that kind of aggressive when I did something stupid, Or when I'd piss him off beyond belief. And definitely forgetting your best friend was a pretty good reason to be pissed. I deserved the pain on the right side of my face, if I were him I would've done worse.
"Never mad at you, you'll always be my moody short ass Stanley". He cuped my face in his hands, scrunching up my cheekbones. And gave me a strange wet kiss on the forehead. I blushed just like four years ago at movie theater, and I got that same wonderful suffocating feeling when he was sitting on top of me; pressing his bony scraped up knees into my ribs.
I pulled his hands back.
"I was taller than you once ya know. And... uh you'll always be that grumpy kid Next door that always makes me feel better".
"Are we quite done with all these emotions, you two are bigger faggots than that "bichh" God".
"Ahh Shut up man".
I'm such a homo. Wendy's the only girl I ever dated, but all I could focus on now was how cute Tweek's butt was. That's always been my problem. When all the guys my age started talking to girls my eyes would always wander to the dudes. I Spent a lot of time in the nurse's office. would get these random stiffies looking at Craig in gym class, "Craig's visually gorgeous". But my hormones really started ta swell that night in my room when Tweek wrapped his scrawny arms around me, and told me everything I'd be alright. You don't know how much that meant to me.
I noticed that he would sit by himself at lunch. Crap I felt like a real douche bout that, I only noticed after he told me. That day I decided to tail him after school. Kyle and Cartman told me "that's creepy he's gonna beat the shit outta you". Tweek was known for losing his temper even back then, and woah could he hit hard. But against better judgement I followed.
I waited until he got a bit further up, past the skatepark into Main Street. It didn't take long ,Tweek was fast despite his size. I was worried about him okay. He had a split lip and bruises on his throat and eye. When I turned the corner he had gone into uncle Jimbo's. Luckily I didn't have to pay, family discount I guess.
The place was big and spacious, you could walk along the padded floors without anyone noticing you were looking for anything or anyone.
Suddenly I heard him, his weird familiar grunts and odd motorboat sounds. Poking my eye through the plush blue matted wall I saw it. Tweek beating the crap out of a sandbag. Ned instructing him. I could hear the hiss of Ned's voice box telling him to raise his fists a little higher, use his upper body to kick. Then this guy at least twice his size came up. No Ned wouldn't , he was tiny. But it was over so fast if I'd blinked I probably would've miss it. The guy was on his ass in seconds battered and bruised. what a kick! From then on there I would come by every day after school and cheer him on in secret. Some days he'd win some days he'd lose, but it was always fun to see Tweek kick some ass.
I was dating Wenders at the time, but I don't think I ever really you know... pictured her like "Craig". That night Tweek made me have wet dreams , and after seeing him beat the crap outa that guy, dude.
A Friday just before dinner. Mom and dad were out for the night, Shelly had her violin thing. I didn't go because I didn't feel like it. Mom left me one of those TV frozen dinners, "gross".
I closed my eyes, and suddenly I was back there, that night with him in my room.
"Tweek what are you doing". He pressed down on my shoulders and dipped his head closer and closer. His shivering lips press down on mine, and his hands whent under my shirt. That pink tongue of his teased as it licked over every tooth, and every gum causing a moan to squeak outta me. "Ahhh" his warm wet tongue tasted like... I would imagine. Coffee; that Hazelnut kind. I sucked on the end of it which made Tweek grind harder into my junk.
"Err this is what you wanted isn't it".
My bed creeked, I let out pant after pant. Moan after moan. My hand trailing down my t shirt and into my boxers. I bit my bottom lip and imagined Tweek on top of me, squeezing his hands round my throat; beating the fuck outta me like he did that guy at the gym. I never beat off before and a moment later I came all over my stomach and T-shirt . "Tweek"! I bit back a moan, my voice echoing through the hollow walls, face red dripping with sweat, and twisting with pleasure as I remembered how he would vibrate against me; that night in my room.
I guess it's kinda weird for a ten year old to have dreams like that. But How could I not. I fell hard for him. I didn't care if he had a dick, I loved his personality. If Tweek had a pussy I'd still love him.
I tried to put it out of mind since me and him would watch porn together On Fridays , on the old laptop in his dad's basement. I was kinda into it, but what made my dick really jumpy was catching sneak peeks of how his face would go all red and shivery when he'd touch himself. We made an agreement not to look at each other when we did that stuff, but "fuck" I blushed so hard when I saw his dick. It got me way hard down there, way harder than looking at pics of naked chicks ever could. I didn't touched myself when I was with him though , just pretended to. If I didn't he'd know somethings up.
"Thud" , a voice drifted through my door. "Shelly", There she stood ,smirking at me; my dick still twitching in my fist.
"Shhh" oh my god twirp were you getting off from that scarecrow looking kid that came by. Wait till I tell mom".
I stuffed my weiner back in my pants and grabbed on to her ankles.
" No. Shelly. please. Don't tell. Seriously don't tell. You weren't even supposed to be home come on".
She kept pushing me back down every time I tried climbing up on her. It was so humiliating, not only because Shelly caught me playing with myself, but if she told mom I didn't know what would happen. Fuck at least she didn't catch me fingering like I do when I think of him now.
"Shelly seriously, if mom and dad find out I'm... gay, they'll disown me. Don't".
" Shut up turd. And stop crying, I won't tell but you owe me. Don't know what's wrong with kids these days, "shhh" who cares if you like dick".
I went bright red. What would Tweek have thought if he caught me beating off to him? There was no way I could've faced him ever again. I could never know if he was into that kind of thing. I doubt it. He was always going off about how great Bebe's Boobs were. I'd be nothing but a disgusting homo in his eyes. So when I got the news he was leaving that night in our clubhouse , I decided I'd cut him outta of my life. If I had gone to the airport to see him off I would've broken down crying like a little girl. And I probably would've puked all over him, like I was doing every 20 minutes at the movie theater. Then he'd know I'd been feeling wrong things for him.
As we got closer to wherever it was we're going my mouth started "watering". Tweek had the best butt; it was way hotter now that he's put on some weight.
"We're here". He announced with a slight tremor.
Stan no you fag, you're blushing you can't look at your friends butt like that; no matter how cute it looks in those tight jeans, he's going to think you're a creeper.
"Your friend is acting strange no. why is he all red and sweating like that. Well no matter where here".
Whew that's a relief, you're safe. Note to self don't look at your friends gorgeous booty.
The clearing in front Called . A grove covered with thick trees, leading down inta a ravine. Our feet slid on the steep slope knocking rocks out of the side. They splashed into the shallow stream below .
I followed close behind.
Christophe took the lead. He walked over to the edge of the water, and started poking and prodding, sinking his shovel into the hard bedrock. The murky waters stirred. My Converse's were getting soaked through. Leaving me with that gross squishy feeling of wet socks. Guess that's why those two were wearing boots,Tweek in his scuffed up leather, Christophe in his army green rubber.
Three times Christophe struck the shovel. It sounded not like before. That hard clattering sound, sounded softer like it hit a sack of flour. slowly he pull something up. A piece of tattered cloth hooked over the end of the rusty shovel. "Eahh"is that what they wanted to show me. There hanging on the end of his shovel was a body. It wasn't much older than us, younger even; its skin cold and clammy. poor kid nobody deserve that. Its hands and legs were bond together with that cheap itchy string you could get at the dollar store for a buck fifty, and it looked as if the life was totally drained from it. It was hard to tell what it was, but I thought it was a boy. The decomposing was bad ; its lips rotted away revealing gums bloody and bruised. Flies and maggots crawled in and out of its mouth,and from the empty sockets in it's head where eyes must've once been. That being said various parts of it had been eaten away by the hungry pecking fish of the place we called Crookneck Creek. The smell wasn't that bad on the account of all the time it must've spent at bottom of the stream. All it wore was a tattered powder blue shirt, and a pair of underwear riddled with holes, little cats around the waistband .
Why would anyone do this, this was fuckin gross . I wanted to hurl. whoever this was, was someone's friend, someone's son, and now it was curled up in a ball thrown out like Fridays nights trash. I couldn't even tell, but I thought it had blonde hair.
" We found it like this some time ago".
"Hey its ok".
Tweek grabbed my hand and held it in his. He knew I was tense from how I was clenching my fists.
"Marsh, Marsh, Marsh we must learn Not let our emotions get the best of us, "oui". We have been investigating this little troubling affair. You probably don't watch thee news, but there has been a rash in disappearances of Shall we say adolescences. Look over here".
" Don't call it an it dude. It was a person once".
" You are quite sensitive and naive. It does not matter what it was, for we all return to the earth and become soil for the next generation to thrive. Alive or dead we are meaningless. I can sense you are getting irritated with me, no"?
what kind of question was that. Christophe was so cold it was like he didn't even care this person was even alive once.
" Jesus stop it Chris! your such an asshole".
"Anything for you my Tweety Bird".
"This is what we wanted to show you".
I follow them , Christophe Smirked. His boots crunched beneath the twigs of the muddy field. I still felt kinda weird Just leaving that mutilated kid to rot in the hot sun. They could have at least buried it. But there was no time to argue. Quickly, Christophe stomped down on the tall grass with his boots to reveal a dark crevice. It was like looking into a black hole, an endless void. I don't know how to explain it, but it was ominous. There was something not right. The air became dense , heavy even.
"Tweek Ca-chris I don't think we should go down there. I have a bad feeling, in case you don't know bad shit always happens to me and my friends. That's why Craig doesn't wanna hang around me".
"It... I'll be fine. I'm here. I'll protect you". Tweek assured.
This was bad. The feeling i got about this place, a growing dread in the pit of my stomach. Something was off about whatever this place was. why weren't they calling the cops? They found a body right next to a freakin cave for god sakes. That's some pretty shady shit right there. This was like one of those cheesy horror flicks, the ones where you go inta a creepy place knowing that it all could've been avoided by simply getting your ass outta there.
Christophe handed Tweek a flashlight and in turn he handed it to me. But as we went further and further down the pitch black passageway, there was an eerie green glow. Strange veins of crystal knotted in and out of the walls. Their aquamarine glow was so intense that we didn't even need our flashlights.
Deeper and deeper we went , I feelt like the walls were closing in on us. Cutting off our air. Before I could stretch my arms, but now I felt the bumpy walls brush the sleeve of my shirt. It scrapes and tears on the prickly jagged rock. I started to panic, I couldn't breathe. "Damn asthma"!
" What are these on zee walls?"
" umm ugh I guess there Mushrooms?". Tweek commented his eyebrows scrunching together.
"I don't know about that Tweety bird. I've never seen a mushroom quite like this. Their luminescent,transparent. What are these tentacles that their tethered to the rock with".
Christophe went to touch one, the odd shaped mushroom Shuttered and squirmed puffing up like a balloon, and exploding into a million particles of strange technicolored pixels. It flooded the whole passageway with it's light.
" what zee hell was that! These things weren't here the last time".
" Chill man it didn't hurt you. They're just like those dandelion Bubble dee boo things, urgh only with lights".
Soon as I was gonna open my mouth , question why they've been down here before we stopped. My face rushed forward ,Crack , It collides. Damn Christophe is solid.
"Fuck"! Dude what the hell"!
"Gah We're here"!
I rubbed my nose , the next thing I knew , we were in a large "chamber"? That was the creepiest looking door I've ever seen. Huge and circular. Must've been at least six inches thick. Strange symbols carved in it. There were three slots, one up top , one at the bottom, and one in the middle. Each slot was a ... I don't even know, a Troll or maybe a gargoyle. They had sharp teeth and everything. This place was messed up.
" What the hell let go of my arm. Don't put it in there".
" I would have never thought the infamous Stan marsh would be afraid to put his hand "en" a door".
That's really weak, Christophe wanted to Stick my hand in that jaw full of teeth. I guess I was kinda acting like Tweek, but dude come on. I'm not a moron anyone stupid enough to put their hand in there... "No", its just begging to get bitten off.
"Tweek back me up here dude".
" You know I wouldn't let anything happen to you. Remember back in 4th when you were crying, saying everythings shit. Err ... You were at Stark's pond all by yourself Swinging, looking at that damn sunset; that's a good way to go blind you know. Well then I came up and ask you what was wrong. I wasn't going to leave you all alone. we spent the whole day together, you even slept over.
"Tweek not in front of Christophe he's gonna think I'm a wimp".
" Sweet Jesus" he already thinks you're wimp".
"Zees Is true".
" Dude I don't know".
" It's safe, me and Chris been down here a million times. Besides we need three to get this thing open".
" But why me"?
" Don't flatter yourself Marsh. Me and Tweety Bird are how you say not social. Any idiot will do".
" Ignore him man. It just takes a long time for Chris to warm up to people".
This was a mistake. Everything told me not to put my hand in there. Whatever was on the other side of that door I didn't wanna know. Even if ended up sheding some light on the weird things going on around town. But I was curious bout that mangled body. So I went for it; police round here weren't gonna do shit.
Trust is a rare thing and I don't know why I trusted Tweek. But somehow I always have. We all have that special someone in our lives , and for the longest time I thought that person was Kyle. But no it turned out to be a spazy Coffee addicted blonde that helped when the whole world had abandoned , given up on me. Not Tweek though he never gave up on me even when I wanted to. So for Those reasons alone I trusted him.
The three of us looked up , and kinda nodded in agreement. Christophe went first his arm slipping through the top slot; fuck he's manly "so tall". Me and Tweek went Together, he grabbed my sweaty palm.
" It'll be okay"
Swish swish swish the echos of plates ring through the rock filled cave.
" I can't I can't move my arm. stuck shit, ahhhhh not cool!"
" Marsh stop flailing"!
"Ah uh... don't talk to him like that man. Its ok, calm down your asthma gonna get out of wack".
His hand snakes around and squeezes. My shoulders rear up and I laugh.
"Ah you jerk You know I'm sensitive there"!
" Well duh It's the only thing that calms you down When you get all cryie".
"shhh not in front of cool Mr Frenchie".
I started to sweat my whole body writhing. It took everything I had not to spill my lunch all over the floor.
These things weren't letting up, even badass Christophe fell to his knees grabbing at his stomach through his army jacket. The circle of the door where our arms were trapped shimmer and shuddered. The whole chamber glowed like the surface of the Sun in hot golden light. All three of us struggled pulling and threshing our trapped limbs. Those eyes in the center glowed red as the runes in around the disk lit up.
"AHH J- Jesus this fuckin smarts". A moan slipped past Tweek's clenched jaw . He tried to pry open the head of teeth that held his wrist in place.
"Weak this is so weak dude".
" shut it marsh!"
Just as Christophe was gonna smack me upside the head his eyes "widen".
"What".
shit! That old door was freaking out, the stabbing feeling in my hand grew worse. It was like a horde of rats gnawing through my veins.
And there around that nasty pair of eyes in the center of the stone slab... what's the best way to describe it, a ring I would say. Made of some kind of clear crystal.
"Yes blood so tantalizing to the senses."Mmmmm", I've never tasted a blood so sweet.
"Hehehehe he ahraha"!
It must've taken those fools thousands upon thousands of those little brats to quench my thirst. BUT YOU, YESS I FEEL IT, FREEDOM"!
That voice I almost pissed myself, it drilled into my very soul . Like someone pulling my guts outta my mouth with a rusty hook. It was deep, and... "Oh God... dude I knew coming down here was a bad idea.
"Wait" I know what that voice meant now. Duh you're so stupid Stan. That ring and all the other strange runes that were glowing red. "It was blood"!
" What is this! You mean to tell me you are the one responsible for this, these atrocities".
Christophe curled his rough calloused fingers over his forearm. Thrashing and wailing, the skin around his wrist began to tear.
" Jesus".
" yeah dude look".
The whole place was soaked in that sickly red glow. And now finally I could see what those weird mushroom things on the walls were. All around us were bodies, skeletons embedded into the walls and even beneath our feet. some still had flesh on them, now crystallized, all were kids.
There screaming.
" Help us we were human once".
"I want to be alive."
" Brother why I was only three".
Each one Wailed and screamed. Their misery filled my eardrums. These things didn't even resemble people anymore, taken in the prime of life.
I can't believe I thought Christophe was this cold heartless individual. Mine and Tweek's Words had no effect on his fury. He was pissed! He couldn't take it. Like a gust of fierce wind he took out one of his many knives, this one strapped to his ankle just under his pant leg. Just then the mass of bodies that were crawling outta of the walls, and the floor stopped.
The demon heads that held our wrists in place opened they're crooked jaws. All three of us stumble back onto the grimy floor. As I looked at my hand there was blood everywhere. Something had pierced it like a huge spike. And around the pool of blood in the center of my palm were those strange runes. But as quickly as they came they were gone. I think those two noticed.
The cackling of the disembodied voice grew stronger, coming from every direction. Plumes of violet purple smoke poured from the three slots. It enveloped us. We were hacking . The smoke irradiated my eyes . My lungs were on fire . I fell to my knees drool dripping from my bottom lip. I thought I was gonna die. But then as the smoke cleared I saw it.
In the center of the room it stood. Chistophe glared at it, shouting his french obscenities , Tweek picking at the steel rivits on his bag. It didn't even turn its head.
The thing towered above , its long gangly limbs outstretched. It must've had least ten feet on us. The Dark ebony armor that was bolted to its body reflected the light of the runes and strange crystals in the walls. Not a shred of skin showed on it, not even it's face. It was majestic though I wouldn't say frightening. Wispy locks of pure white hair attached to the back of its beak like mask ,with leather bound straps. It's mask was the thing that I would remember more than anything else. Dude It looked like one of those Plague doctor masks with the long noses.
"Mon dieu. I am talking to you freak".
This time the thing turned around. The left side of it's mask melted. Like a hawk its penetrating gaze cut into me. It's eye practically bulged out of the one remaining socket in its mask .
What was wrong with grumpy, his expression.
All around me I felt waves of thin air start to prickle at my skin. Hard and rough like sandpaper, a bony grasp around my ankle. I touched my fingers to my cheek, more blood. Once I caught my breath I saw it. One of those deformed things grabbed my shorts and pulled down. I thougt those things were evil, but it saved me.
" Lucky , lucky little black haired boy. It seems like my pitiful victim saved you. what a shame."
In a blink it swept from across the room and behind me, as if it were a mirage, its clawed fingertips facing the wall of the chamber like a spear. It Adjusted Its head from a 90 degree angle to look to me, that violent reddish eye. Ever so slowly it moved its gaze up to the stalactites that dangled from the ceiling. A sound like gritty broken glass could be heard as it scraped its long razor sharp talons across its plated abdomen , up its throat to where it's mouth should have been.
The mask bubbled away as if it were hot tar to show off its pale lips. Dude! Droplets of red driped down long nails into its mouth.
Didn't even notice. I looked down at the thing that pulled me to my knees, It's empty sockets wide with sorrow. I touched my cheek again, examining it more closely this time. There on my face was a gash. I could see it in the puddle that formed beneath my feet from the dripping stalactites. Thats when the relatively hit me. If that thing didn't pull me down when it did ... that masked bastard would have taken my head clean off.
"No this is not it. How dare you deceive me little brat. This blood it's not the sweet tangy euphoria that freed me."
This time I saw . It lifted off it's feet, levitating above the ground ever so slightly, but instead of phasing across the room like before it did a backflip at least five feet in the air. SLAM! It drilled into the ground and slithered like some kind of snake through the rocky soil; its body twisting and curving like there wasn't a single bone in its body.
My clothes were torn to hell, and small trickles of blood oozed from the corners of my mouth and eyes. It held me there , long claws wrapped around my throat. And it squeezed. The whole world began to fade in hazy clouds of grey. Meekly my fingertips squeaked over the surface of the stone wall. It was no use I didn't have the strength to lift my arm to even try and loosen its grip around me.
" Go to sleep little liar".
It said as it held me there against the wall in one hand. It slowly reared back the other, its long claws pinched closely together to deliver the final blow.
Any second I could've blackout but before that happened I saw a sliver of silver, gleam in the distance of the ceiling. Like bone cracking a hefty stalactite jostled loose and crashed on the nape of its neck . It pierced the creatures strange armor, and before It could even turn, that silver gleam stabbed through the back of its neck and out the other side. It instantly dropped me to the floor gurgling and choking on its own fluids.
"Ca- Christophe"!
"You ba- bastard ahhh... how dare you lay your filthy hands on me."
Without even so much as a smile Christophe reached, he pulled the blade outta the stuttering things throat and slashed it clean from ear to ear. The hand it used to cover up the wound fell to its side. And blood came rushing out, cascading like a waterfall outta the huge gaping hole in its throat.
"Errr MOTHER FUCKER! YOU. DO. NOT. TOUCH. MY FRIEND".
Tweek planted the heavy soul of his boot In the things face. Without grace he Snatched the knife from Christophe's grip, earning him an annoyed grunt from his friend. I could hear the spinal cord of the thing crunch under Tweek's Steel toe boot as he grinded its head into the soil. The knife came down again and again, stabbing through the things chest. Tweek's pretty face and platinum blonde hair were completely drenched in its blood. I thought the armor would be more sturdy, but I suppose it was for show. It was soft like tar or warmed up candle wax. Tweek Kicked in its head, and with one final thrust he stabbed the hunting knife through the things eye. It shutter a little but it stopped moving.
"Gah Mother fucker serves you right". Tweek Pulled out the knife, flicked it. Blood splattered off the blade and onto the ground. And before he even handed it back, Tweek caved in the top half of the things head. The crunch its skull made, and brain matter on the souls of Tweek's boots still gives me nightmares.
Christophe pats my back, and Tweek gently runs his fingertips across the cut on my cheek.
"Aah umm ahh. You guys are the best I thought I was ga-gonna ga ga die". I was blubbering tears flowing non stop for itchy red eyes.
" Stan I told you a million times stop crying".
" Okay I'll try . Christophe you're the best . I buried my head in Christophe's jacket which smelled like week old cigarette butts and buttery croissants. Tweek You were so scary dude. The way you went nuts and fucked that thing up ".
" Just forget about it. The fuckers dead. I promised I'd never let anything hurt you. Now let's go see what's behind door number one".
" Where do you think you're going. You honestly thought I was going to let you get away with this".
The thing cackled ."For fuck sake", the top half of its head was completely gone! So fast. The bottom half of the mask disappeared again. Fangs as sharp as hypodermic needles sank deep into Christophe shoulder. The boy that saved my life went pale. The sound was so grotesque. The wound in the mask things throat closed , and its skull began reforming. The muscle growing over top of the bone immediately, followed by the soft sea turtle like armor. The eye sprouted back and popped through the socket in it's mask.
"No It wasn't you either. Your bloods disgusting Like cheap wine".
Clasping Christophe's collar, effortlessly it lifted him off the ground, and threw him across the room like a rag doll, he landed with a thud on the grimy wet floor.
" Where was I little black haired boy. NOW. DIE!"
"Ahhhhh why... why"!
When I open my eyes there was Tweek In front of me. That bastard, no. Blood dripped on my face. Not my blood but his. Tweek had dived in front of the pair of claws.
" I told you I wouldn't let anything... happen to you". Tweek struggled to finish his sentence, blood gushing from his mouth mixed with saliva.
"H'm".
Whatever this thing was its long clawed hands tore through Tweek's Stomach. He shielded me. I should have been the one. Not him. I was a crybaby, a coward. Everyone always had to save me. Why my best friend, the person who always cared for me. That bastard didn't care. He kicked him in the stomach, and flung him off his talons.
So, So much blood so much blood. " Stop bleeding. Stop. your the toughest guy I know. How can you be bleeding like this. STOP IT"
Without remorse the masked bastard lapped up his blood soaked hand. The hand that had pierced my best friend's stomach. That was my friend's blood.
"Yes, Enticing. delectable, euphoric Bliss"! This is the blood, this is the sweet scent that freed me". It laughed methodically looking up , that violet reddish eye dilated.
" You're gonna make it. Just stop trying to talk". Hard I Press down on his stomach with both hands like someone would do giving CPR. Oh no the wound was so deep his intestines were showing.
"No Stany you have to go. He'll kill you. I'm sorry I didn't listen. Je- Jesus".
I bit my lip tears flowing from my eyes. Tweek Simply dragged his hand across my face. Leaving trails of his warm blood all over my forehead.
" I love you... I always have". I collapsed on top him. And kissed the fuck outta him. I cupped both his cheeks . His face was so cold from all the blood he was losing. I always loved his messy hair so I ran my hands through his awesome mohawk. Surprisingly he didn't mind.
When he broke off our kiss he just looked into my eyes and said "Me to".
That awful sound of squeaking footsteps like windshield wipers on a rainy day, as each agonizing step approached.
" Such a shame to waste a blood as sweet as his. But it seems this is where the tale of the star struck lovers must end".
" Stan I said go".
I wasn't going to listen. I just laid on top of him. If this thing was going to take Tweek away from me I was going to go with him.
But something happened then. As soon as the tips of its claws made contact with my back The thing started screaming. It's claws dissolved away along with the armor on its hand revealing normal knuckles. It was human.
" I see your that individual. No matter ".
That Silver gleam . Christophe laid there, face down, his stomach in a thin sheet of water. His left eye was sealed shut, a trickle of blood dripping down it. He pants , his chest raising and falling. The hunting knife left his fingertips.
The sound it made like when you step on a grape or when you crush a bug in between your fingers and its guts ooze out. It pulled the knife from its eye. Just like before it instantly regenerated, only this time without the help Christophe blood.
" Consider yourself lucky your him" . It said to me levitating high above the door. That violet purple smoke growing around it, the glow of that sickly red energy gathering in its palm. It lifted its index finger and curled it towards itself as if saying "C'mere". And at that moment a spear of energy instantly formed around Tweek's Body.
"DONT TOUCH HIM"!
"Marsh Stop we have to go! Christophe did all he could to hold me back from the mask bastard. He grabbed my shoulders and turned me towards him.
"It is over there's nothing we can do for him now".
" How can you say that. He's your best friend isn't he, how can you abandon him like this. This is all you are fuckin fault, you're the one who wanted to show me this. You're the one who got him killed".
He slapped me. Tears running down his face. In all the time I've known him I've never once seen Christophe cry, but that day was the exception.
" I know Marsh. But we must not let his sacrifice be in vain. I promise you if he's alive we will get him back. Zees I promise you".
He linked elbows with mine and we ran. I look back. My hand reaching out longingly for Tweek as his body floated in the ball of energy. He reached out his hand and did the same. The passageway filled with the purple smoke, and that horrible laughter. And the last thing I saw was a light, even brighter than the one before. It enveloped everything , exploded outwards from the bastard's body, like a forcefield.
" Where am I".
" It's going to be alright lad. Commander Yardale we have another one"