Both superheros watched in shock, Human Kite almost dropping Toolshed as he thrashed in his arms. "Dude let me go, I have to see if Wendy is okay. If everyone is okay. Holy shit."
Kite carefully lowered his friend to the ground as they both ran to the many layers of debris of the collapsed building. Stan ran to it immediately, starting to pull back rubble and digging for any survivors.
Kite pauses for a moment, taking in the scene. He shivers as snow starts to fall harder now. He looks over a large slab of concrete. "We have to be careful, we could pull something wrong, and it'll collapse worse on us or someone who survived."
Toolshed stops trying to pull. "Okay…okay. Oh fuck. Everyone was in there. It's quiet, too quiet. If people were alive, they would call for help. Right?"
"Let's not think about that. Come on. Help me." Kite grabs one side of a concrete slab and Toolshed grabs the other, they begin to pull and see what they can find.
"Dude, that means Wendy…" Toolshed trails off. "Why is nobody calling for help?" He shivers as the snow comes down harder now.
"Don't think about that, just keep searching." Kite looks down, seeing a hand stick out. "Oh shit, Toolshed, help me."
Kite carefully moved the rubble away. Toolshed yanks a metal pipe down. "Watch it, I'll lift the slab and you grab them." He feels sick but it looks like a guy's hand. Wendy still could be okay. Toolshed makes a quick base and pushes the pipe underneath, lifting the slab and debris. Kite reaches in and grabs the arm and pulls, revealing the body of Captain Diabetes.
He puts two fingers to his neck, shaking his head. "No dead."
"Fuck. He was annoying but didn't deserve this." Toolshed looks over the pile of collapsed building. "Hello? If you're alive can you yell? We'll try and find you!" He yells out.
Kite is dragging Captain Diabetes over to the edge of the building. "We'll bury him later. Let's try and look for more survivors."
Wonder Tweek reached the front of his and Craig's store and was trying to unlock the front door, fingering fumbling on the keys when he heard a loud boom behind him. "Ahhh fuck!" His hand slipped and the keys went flying. He turned around to see his home collapse. "Jesus, they killed him. They killed everyone! Craig…no Craig!" He stood frozen, mind pulled a million different directions.
Should he run back to the building, see if Craig is okay, should he try to find his keys, climb into a window of the store and hide in case someone was after him? He looks above at a light and hears shouts from above, along with the sounds of footsteps, no, stomps. He sinks back behind the alley and uses his wind powers to fly himself above the city to see soldiers descending from the Middle Park army through the city, trying to knock down the wall.
Tweek flies higher and higher, watching the horror unfold as he sees two little figures in white trying to go through the rubble. He grinds his teeth again, getting a bad headache at his lack of coffee. He can't stay up in the clouds forever but he could certainly try. Another weird wave goes through his body, half headache and half a sob, why didn't Craig go with him? He shakes it off, as snow falls from the cloud that's forming around him to the ground below.
Another wave, shake, sob. Is this really life without coffee, without Craig? He looks below to see Stan and Kyle pulling bodies out of the rubble and lining them up in a row. Scared one will be clad in blue with a simple sign on his chest, middle finger still probably up. Tweek's head swims, it hurts, he lets out a thunder clap and lightning below. He knows now this is super noticeable, but hopes those not in the know think it's just strange seasonal weather.
He feels an almost laser fixed pain over his right eye. Fucking caffeine headaches. He lets out one last cry and bolt of lightning before being forced to sink back down below. The ground is zooming closer and closer to him, Tweek is terrified but wanting to die on impact. He lands on some dirt, skidding into another building, lying still for a moment. "Fuck still alive." Tweek shivers, from anxiety, withdrawal or cold. He blinks as snow and wind hit him in the face. Some of that snow from above didn't come from him. He opens his eyes up to see he's in the abandoned storage place. He sees something skitter across. A rat? Oh god, so full of disease and if medical supplies would be even more in short supply.
Another skitters by. It has something shiny on it. It's white with brown patches, not a Guinea pig, which Tweek had grown accustomed to keeping as pets thanks to Criag. But the little hamster came closer, tiny hat on its head. Tweek got up painfully, his body screaming in pain to get a better look at it. That's when he felt arms grab him from behind, hand over his mouth and dragged back.
Toolshed was getting more and more desperate. He knew his and Wendy's apartment had to be near. She always loved purple and he managed to find some paint in an old supply store, so their apartment was one of the few that didn't have white walls. He kept looking for purple in all the wreckage.
He sees a foot sticking out. "Over here. Looks like Tupperware." He says sadly.
"Oh no, shit someone really wanted us dead. If not The Coon, who?" Kite starts to help clear rubble and stone to help Toolshed lift Tupperware out of the hole. They lift back the slab of concrete and both gasp. Tupperware's head has been completely smashed in.
"Fuck..fuck. I should've fixed his helmet quicker. He would've survived." Toolshed says, his voice cracking. He grabs Tupperware around the torso and pulls him out of the mess to lay with the other dead.
"Don't beat yourself up, dude. If Tweek and I hadn't let him get hurt he might have escaped too." Kite shakes his head, not bothering to check his pulse. Can't have a pulse without a head.
Toolshed grabs another chunk of cement. This one had yellow paint on it. "Who had a yellow apartment?"
"Jimmy. He'd host game night in his apartment and I remember it was yellow." Kite pulls back another slab.
"I'm looking for purple. I have to know. I should've had her come with me. It sucks we lost so many but Wendy…" Toolshed grabs his laser drill to cut through a chunk of cement to see down below. Some pipes had broken and water was leaking, very quickly and ice cold.
Kite pulls back again and manages to see something floating in the water. "Aw man, no. I mean I shouldn't feel bad." He flies over and pulls out the waterlogged body of Mysterion.
"No, I know he'll come back but it's a horrible way to go." Toolshed can't help but wipe a few tears away from the sheer destruction around them.
"You think everyone else is a lost cause? I don't think we can dive down there to retrieve bodies and sadly everyone would have drowned by now." Kite places Kenny's body down the row of the dead, trying not to give into the tears.
"No…no! I'm going to keep looking. I have to find her, even if she didn't make it she deserves a proper burial. Everyone deserves…fuck." Toolshed's sinks down to his knees before starting to break down.
Kite is very quiet, just placing a hand on Toolshed's shoulder. Letting him feel his grief.
Tweek's eyes were wide as someone dragged him back into a storage shed. The little hamster in foil following. "I'll take my hand away, but you got to promise not to scream." A voice says in his ear.
Tweek nods and is let go. He spins around to be face to face with a scrawny, red headed boy with glasses in tinfoil. The storage shed has been converted into an apartment of sorts. A bed, couch, computer. A table full of red legos before him. Upon closer inspection Tweek can see the couch is made of legos, along with the computer desk and bedside table.
"What the fuck? What the-they're going to get us. Everyone is dead! Oh jeeze." Tweek is shaking so badly he just sits hard on the floor and stays there.
General Disarray goes back to his desk of red Legos and types something in. "My boss will be here in a bit. Shame about that explosion." He picks up the hamster minion and pets him, peeking out the door as more soldiers gather at the walls.
"A shame…a shame? I lived in there. My boyfriend is dead…all my friends and neighbors, coworkers. A shame?" Tweek shakes and stares ahead. He pulls the little pop it out of his pocket and pops the bubbles back and forth, not sure what else to do. "If I made Super Craig come with me for coffee. Or I just stayed home-oh god. Everyone. They're going to take over the town! Gah!"
"You're welcome to hide out here until Middle Park leaves. They mostly think this place is abandoned. No one in their right mind would live in a storage container, of course I've never been the most sane." General Disarray keeps looking over the three monitors on his computer. "Just keep quiet and rest. You look pretty banged up."
"Rest? Rest? When have I ever rested? Now that everyone is gone." Tweek feels another shock through his brain down to the base of his tongue. Maybe his super powers were giving him brain cancer or he was about to have a seizure or something. Maybe he was brain damaged from his fall. Didn't matter, the world was over and Craig was dead. Nothing could be worse than this.
General Disarray looks at him and shakes his head, as he types away at his computer. "Anything I can do to help you feel better?"
"Coffee. Please. Need more, gah. Coffee." Tweek twitched again.
"Sure, let's go to the kitchen, but we have to be careful." General Disarray picks Wonder Tweek off the floor, trying to be careful since he's so scratched and bruised. "Are you sure nothing is broken?"
"Oh god, what if I broke my legs? My arms?"
"Then I don't think you'd be standing. Come on." General Disarray leads him out, and locks the storage container behind him. The two carefully walk along the cracked and abandoned pavement of the old U Store It. They can hear shouting and marching as Middle Park tries to climb the wall. Tweek shivers, not knowing if these rival kids caught them what would happen.
General Disarray counts off a few rows and grabs his key to unlock, opening up another storage and leading Tweek in.
This storage unit is lit up with a counter and fridge in the corner. A small battered table sat in the corner surrounded by milk crates. Tweek lifts the table cloth to see the table is also made of red legos.
General Disarray gets to work, getting water from the snow bucket and coffee, flicking on the coffee machine. The warm smell of coffee fills the little unit and Tweek feels like he can breathe again. He still shivers and twitches as General Disarray pulls some bread and peanut butter out of a cabinet.
"Are you hungry?" The General asks.
"N-no thank you." Tweek says, his stomach in knots. He should've enjoyed that last dinner with Craig while he still could.
General Disarray sets his sandwich on a plate and grabs a first aid kit from the cabinet, setting both on the table across from Tweek. "Here, bandaids and stuff. You're all scratched up."
"I am? Jesus." Tweek looked down at his hands, pushing his sleeves back to see scrapes and bruises up his arms. He lifts his shirt to see scrapes along his side to his back from when he landed in the dirt. His hands shook, not sure what to do. The coffee pot dinged and he went over to pour himself a cup, drinking it down from a plastic cup even if it was still hot. His tongue burned but he needed it.
"Need cream or sugar or anything?" General Disarray said.
"No." Tweek said, refilling his cup again.
Both sat in silence for a bit, Tweek chugging coffee and Dougie chewing his sandwich. He has a glass of powdered milk with him.
"Why…ack! Why don't you get milk from us? We have it…had it." Tweek asks, thinking back to that horrible farm incident.
"No thanks. We like to stay on the outskirts of society. Fend for ourselves. We were lucky to find some old crazy person with a big surplus of non perishable stuff in a bomb shelter. Turns out they were right." Dougie sips his milk.
"No shit. Lucky we had a few normal years. No idea what's going on now." Tweek poured himself a fourth cup, his nerves steadying and headache disappearing. He still twitched slightly.
The sound of the storage space door scraping up. Tweek froze, wondering what's going on. Dougie looked out the door. "Chaos. We have a visitor. What were you doing?"
A clap of thunder and sweep of cape and Professor Chaos hops into the little kitchen, he nearly trips on himself. "Well hey there, Wonder Tweek. Fancy seein' you. You needed help? Someone beat you up?"
"Yeah, life. I was out and my apartment building collapsed. Everyone is dead…then these guys trying to scale the wall. Too much." Tweek pours more coffee with a shaking hand. "I flew up to see and crashed. General Disarray grabbed me to hide. Gah." Tweek's eyes stung, realizing again Craig was gone.
"Aww don't feel bad Tweek. There might be survivors. You never know." Professor Chaos puts a hand on his shoulder. "You're awfully banged up. Let's get some bandages on you." He started to open up the first aid kit and rifle through it.
Tweek jumped as Butters grabbed a cotton ball and alcohol to clean up some of his scrapes. "Gah, it hurts. Fuck. I just got this horrible headache and just fell. Maybe I'm dying."
"Aww you still have your super powers? Maybe cus you got scared at the building." Butters says.
"I'm always scared! That's not the point." Tweek jumped again as Butters started to bandage his arms. Tweek put up a shaky hand, making a tiny cloud with lightning and snow coming from it. "Yeah…I feel okay now. I think I wasn't feeling well cus no coffee. Aaaahhgg." He yells as Butters starts to clean up his left arm now.
"I know but you don't need an infection, mister. That's good, we just need to keep givin' you coffee. You'll be okay." Butters says.
"W-why you being so nice to me. Thought you were a bad guy? You out to get me?" Tweek tries to squirm away as Butters bandages him.
"No, I mean. Coon's dead. He was the one who wouldn't let me play with you guys. Me and General Disarray got banished even if I have super powers too." Professor Chaos puts his hand up, a little bolt of lightning appearing behind him.
Tweek shakes his head briefly to look down at his arms and sides now bandaged. "W-what did you do?" He asks, terrified.
"Just confused you a bit so you could bandage yourself. Don't worry. Not like you'll let me play with you either. Coon hated it when I'd do that to him as well." Chaos shrugged, letting out a little laugh.
Tweeks eyes widened. He knew he had no home to go back to and people trying to breach the city, but how much could he trust these new companions? He poured himself another cup of coffee before backing away from Professor Chaos and General Disarray and sinking back into a wall.
Toolshed wracked his brain for the order of who was on the lower levels of the apartment and upper levels. He talked to his fellow superheros all the time but honestly hadn't know where everyone had lived except for his close friends. So the lower level of the apartments were under water and the upper were crushed. "I still have no idea where everyone would be." He tells Kite as he finds another slab and starts to cut through it with his laser drills.
Kite looks over his shoulder at the dead lined up. "Kenny and Craig were neighbors, Token and Scott above them." He counts off. "So about four apartments underwater to try and check out later." He looks at Toolshed's shocked face. "I'm sorry, man. Let's try and look for the top floors for survivors."
Toolshed broke through into another toppled over apartment. "This one's yours, we're close to where Wendy was…" he wipes his eyes still trying to break through the cement wall.
Kite gritted his teeth. "The Coon's nasty body should be around then."
"If he's not blown to smithereens." Toolshed remarked, still scanning for a hint of purple, pink or black. "Hello? Anyone alive?" He calls out.
Both hero's are quiet for a bit, their breaths floating up in little clouds in the frigid air. There's the smallest moan heard off into the distance.
"Wait you hear that? Maybe it's Wendy." Toolshed jumped up on a pile of rubble, scrambling over to hear the weird high pitched wheezing sound. He starts to try and drill away to see who's underneath.
"Whoever it is, they're still alive. Be careful, let me try and get them." Kite flies above and lets out a laser blast to knock the concrete away.
Toolshed covers his face, happy for his safety glasses. He coughs at the dust and hops into the hole to try and find whoever it is. His heart beats in anticipation that it's Wendy and she's going to be okay. Kite flies above waiting for Toolshed to come back up.
Toolshed climbs under the wreckage, trying his best to not hurt himself. He can hear creaks and groans above as he keeps crawling. He finally reaches the sound of the wheezing, pulling at a hand. He doesn't want to be disappointed. It's not the delicate hand of Wendy but a large rough hand. He should be grateful someone is alive at all.
He pulls out his flashlight and can see an unconscious body laying in a pile of rubble. He pulls back to reveal the face. "Kite, Mosquito is down here. He's still breathing, just passed out." Toolshed called up.
"Can you grab him without either of you getting hurt?" Kite called down.
Toolshed thought a moment, looking over where Mosquito had landed. It looked like he had been in the elevator near the top floor when the bomb went off. Probably saved his ass from being crushed.
Toolshed can see some blood leaking from Mosquito's temple, not really having anything he can wrap around the wound. He looks around and quickly tears the sleeve off his shirt to tie around Clyde's head. He reaches into his tool belt, finding a strong cord and carefully wraps it around Mosquito's chest and waist. He clips the other end securely to his tool belt and starts to climb.
As he drags Mosquito out of the wreckage, he can hear a creak and groan overhead. The snow above wouldn't be good to keep this building from collapsing on his head. Toolshed looks up, a flash of purple. He squints to be sure, it's the walls of his and Wendy's apartment. He keeps bear crawling out, dragging Clyde behind him.
Kite can hear the building's wreckage also creak. "Hurry dude! It's gonna fall!" He screams down into the hole. He sees Toolshed's face appear and forces a hand in to grab and drag his best friend the last few feet. Stan is dragged out of the little hole, an unconscious Clyde following behind being dragged by the rope.
Kite looks at Toolshed wanting to punch him. "You fucker. Don't do that."
Stan can't help but give a little smile as he helps to drag Clyde further from the wreckage. "Well he's alive. That's a good thing."
Kite gets down to start checking him, shaking Mosquito's shoulder roughly. He grabs Toolshed's flashlight off his belt without permission to shine into Clyde's eyes. One pupil is large and dilated while the other is small. "That's not good. Shit." Kite carefully turns his head, to look over the wound at his temple.
He turns to look at Toolshed who disappeared again, halfway down the hole again. "What the fuck dude?"
Toolshed pops his head back up again. "I saw purple walls. It means Wendy is close. If Clyde is okay there could still be a chance."
"He's not fucking okay." Kite yelled after Toolshed as he disappeared down the hole.
"I actually don't have super powers." General Disarray said as he put the finishing touches on the bed of legos. "But me and Professor Chaos have stuck together since we were kids and didn't have anyone else after all the bad stuff happened."
Tweek sat on the couch of legos, twitching and feeling overwhelmed. He didn't know where Craig was but was sure he was dead, no home to go back to and he kept hearing pounding on the walls outside. Professor Chaos and General Disarray had been kind to him with their hospitality. He wasn't sure what he would do next.
General Disarray threw on a few blankets and pillows on the little Lego bed. "Here you go, sleep tight."
Professor Chaos was on the computer, looking over some surveillance. "This was a lot easier before all the minions quit or died."
The adorable little hamster scurried by and made Tweek jump. "Died? What happened?"
Professor Chaos' expression looked sad before he shut down the computer. "Found an employer with better raises." He nods to the gates. "Harder working conditions."
"So all those pissed off people, they're after you? Gah. Get me out of here before you get me in trouble!" Tweek gets up to try and find a way out of the storage shed.
"It's probably better if you stay the night. Leave in the morning if you want to." General Disarray says, climbing into the top bunk of the bunk bed he shared with Professor Chaos, made of legos.
"Yeah if they see you leaving from here they might think you're a part of us and try to recruit you." Professor Chaos says as he also climbs into the bottom bunk. "Unless you wanted to join us."
"I don't know." Tweek laid in his little single Lego bed, surprisingly comfortable. "Why did you never join the Freedom Pals if you had superpowers."
Professor Chaos frowns. "They never wanted me to join. Especially the Coon. He said he needed a lame villain to fight. Guess I got the last laugh. Who knows, now that there's no more Superheros, you and I should team up. Keep the town safe."
Tweek's eyes widened in the dark. Someone wanted to take over the town, did he accidentally end up in the culprit's lair? "I-I'll think about it."
"You get a good night's sleep. Think it over." Professor Chaos said with a little laugh.
Yeah right. Like I ever sleep. Tweek thought. As soon as these two fell asleep he would leave. But where would he go now the safety and comfort of his home and Craig were gone forever? He was pretty sure if he told Professor Chaos he didn't want to team up with him, he would probably be killed. If he went back out there he might be killed. Nowhere was safe. Tweek grinded his teeth as the thoughts went through his head, not sure where to go.
He could hear soft snoring coming from the bunk bed. This was his cue to escape. The most he could think of was to try and find his shop keys and go live in the coffee shop. It would be lonely but it was the only place he could think of that might be safe. He slipped out of the Lego bed, feeling a little bad he was sneaking off after General Disarray had been nice to him. But if he chose to team up and live with South Park's lamest superhero, he wouldn't be trustworthy either. Best if Wonder Tweek started over on his own.
Tweek got up, his whole body shaking. He did not want to fuck this escape up. But he was Tweek, he was sure he would. He looked up at the keys on the computer desk and grabbed for them, overwhelmed by the multiple keys on the ring. Which one would open that door? His hands shook and stomach turned as he went through the keys trying to fit one in the lock. He turned, wrong. He went to the next one, wrong key again. His hands shook so badly he was worried he would drop the keys again or wake up Professor Chaos and General Disarray.
He slipped his fingers in his pocket, pulling out the little pop it to click the bubbles back and forth trying to calm himself down to get out of there. After a moment he grabbed another key to try and fit in the lock, turning it but nothing. He heard a little bit of scrabbling behind him, his heart in his throat as he looked behind him. Professor Chaos and General Disarray both snoozing away in their bunk bed. Oh god would they be mad to wake up and find Tweek gone?
He didn't want to stick around and find out. The last key on the ring and Tweek's clumsy fingers slipped it into the lock and turned. Success, it opened. He grabbed the handle to open the shed, hearing the weird sound again. He turned to look and make sure the other two were asleep before he opened the door, coming face to face with a Middle Park kid.
"Get him!" The kid screamed as the army surged forward to grab and throw Tweek to the ground.
Tweek is terrified as he's pushed into the cold cement ground, a face full of cold dirty snow. The Middle Park kid puts a knee in his back as he throws a pair of handcuffs onto him. He screamed as he was dragged outside and thrown into a van, watching Professor Chaos and General Disarray dragged from their beds to also be apprehended.
Toolshed ignored Kite calling at him from above as he crawled along in the pile of rubble. His hands went to his toolbelt, realizing Kite had snagged his flashlight. That fucker. He better use it well if he needed it to take care an injured Mosquito. He pulled out a little strap for around his head that had a light on it. He didn't normally like to wear it cus it made him look like a huge dork but he needed to have his hands free to rescue Wendy.
Their apartment had purple walls, and Wendy had last been in her office. The desk was huge and solid, something salvaged from the mayor's office. Wendy was smart enough to hide under there until help came. "Hello? Call Girl? Wendy? You okay? It's me." Toolshed called out, nervous at seeing the state Clyde was in, would Wendy also be gravely injured?
He tried to push these thoughts out of his head, crawling on his belly towards the elevator where he had found Clyde. It would be a climb but that would mean Toolshed would be in his own apartment and closer to where Wendy last was. It was strangely eerie that so few hadn't made it. Finally he reached the elevator and was able to fully stand up, looking above with the light on his head. Lots of plaster and twisted metal but he did see purple walls in there. He heart leaped as he readied himself to start to climb up through a little trap door in the top of the elevator.
Little pieces of debris fell around him as Toolshed continued to climb up the elevator shaft. His beam of light going closer and closer to the top floor apartment. Fuck him for being so cocky that he deserved the penthouse if it meant Wendy had gotten hurt. He finally gets to the top, pulling himself up into another little pocket. The walls were white here but the carpet was familiar. This must be right outside his apartment. "Wendy? It's Stan! Just make a noise or something if you can hear me!" He calls out, trying to keep hope. She was fine, maybe just knocked out.
He pulled out a little crowbar out of his endless arsenal of tools to pull back a small window to crawl through. The beam from his flashlight bounces but he can see the familiar purple walls. He pulls back the window all the way, the glass shattering around him. He can hear a creak and a small shudder of the already unsteady footing he's in but presses forward on the search for Wendy.
"Hello? Wendy, you there? Awake okay?" He calls again. Scrambling through the window into the familiar wreckage of his living room and kitchen. The remains of the dinner he started cooking splattered all over the upturned wall. More creaking and a shudder of the floor Toolshed barely has footing on. He counts the steps and figures he's right around Wendy's office. The door is jammed when he tries to pull at it, so Stan knocks a few times and calls Wendy's name. No response. He pulls out his drill to try and get the door down, desperation burning in the back of his throat. Running out of patience, he grabs his crowbar and yanks the hinges off the door and tears it back.
The beam of light bounces in the darkness to a small hand and a cascade of long dark hair. But she wasn't moving. She wasn't fucking moving. Stan is by her side in an instant, seeing her bloodshot eyes staring up. A small trickle of blood coming from her mouth, trailing down her tear streaked cheek. The desk had fallen over and landed right across her from the chest down. "No…no. We'll help you. You'll be okay." Toolshed uses all the strength he can muster to yank the heavy solid desk off Wendy, pulling her battered body to him to hold close.
He plunges his fingers onto the side of her neck, already confirming his worst fears. She had been gone for some time. He picks her hand up gently, the fingertips bloody and normally neat fingernails broken and shredded as she had fought to free herself from the desk.
"Fuck…fuck." He screams. If he hadn't wasted time, if he went to his apartment right away, if he had done anything different maybe he would've been able to save her. She didn't have to suffer alone. "Wendy…" he chokes out in sobs. "I'm so sorry. I'm so-" He just holds her to him as the grief overtakes him. He kicks the desk that had crushed Wendy out of anger. The shock reverberates but his sobs drown out the creak and groan of the wreckage above as it finally gives in under the weight of the snow.
Human Kite was trying to keep Mosquito warm from some curtains he found in the wreckage, trying to construct some kind of sled to push him to safety. No idea what the hell he was supposed to do more for his comatose teammate. He looked down at the hole with Toolshed rooting around in there. The snow was coming down harder now. Normally it was wanted since they could use it but it made things frozen and dangerous, and Kite knew they had to find shelter for the night and care for Mosquito.
He can hear a shriek of agony, fear that Toolshed hurt himself. But he knows for sure he discovered Wendy and things weren't good. But he wanted to call off the search. If it were just three of them alive it would be best just to leave for the night, Clyde horribly injured and Stan with his heart broken. Things couldn't be worse.
He hears a clang go through as the hole Stan disappeared into started to grow larger and larger as the skeleton remains of the building collapsed onto itself towards the basement below. "No, no! Fuck no. Toolshed? Stan?" Human Kite called out. It was dark and eerily quiet. Kite flew up and fumbled for the flashlight calling down. "Stan! Stan, say something!"
He hears screaming and yelling, these in more physical pain. He looks back at Clyde before shooting himself down in the direction of Stan's pained cries. He can see a beam of light cutting through the blackness. As Human Kite flies down he feels a weird wave go through his body, like a painful shock in his brain. He ignores it and keeps following the direction of the cries.
Toolshed lays in the bottom of the hole, inches away from the slowly rising water of the basement apartment. He clings to the body of Wendy. Kite can tell right away she's been gone a while from how blue her lips look. "Come on, dude. Let's take you back."
"Just leave me." Toolshed whispers. His words spat out between labored breaths.
"It'll be okay, we'll bury her in the morning. We'll bury everyone." Kite looks away sadly.
"I can't…I'm trapped. Just let me die with her." Toolshed nods in the direction of his legs, his arms still around Wendy.
Kite takes in the scene, there's a huge concrete wall laying over Toolshed's legs. "Shit. We need to get you out of here." He starts to look over any way to lift the wall, even if he had help it wouldn't be enough time as the water kept rising.
"I know it's bad. It's all bad, it's hurts." Toolshed shuts his eyes. "Just leave me with Wendy. I did enough."
"I'm not fucking leaving you. I'll figure something out." Kite looks over Toolshed's legs with the flashlight. Blood is seeping under the concrete, his best friend's face almost as white as Wendy's. The water creeping closer, mixing in with the blood.
"Just don't worry. I'm dead anyway. I'll bleed out. I'm a lost cause." Toolshed hugs Wendy as the water rushes around him.
Another painful shock goes through Kite. He feels himself getting lightheaded and sinking to the ground. "You trust me? You want me to do what's best for you."
Toolshed nods, shutting his eyes. "Just let me die. Thank you for being my best friend."
Kite crosses his arms, he pushes out his last bit of energy to cover Toolshed with the healing shield, just above his knees. Quick as a whip he shoots his eye laser to cuts and cauterize Toolshed's legs above the knees. He grabs him quickly as Toolshed screams and yells in agony, grabbing Wendy's body under his other arm to fly out of there as the water overtakes them.
He flies higher and higher, Toolshed screaming and thrashing in his arms, Wendy's dead weight feeling heavier. He can fly so quickly but he's finding himself going slower and slower, the protective shield fading. He knows if he doesn't get to the top he and Stan would be gonners just like Wendy.
"I'm sorry, Call Girl." Kite grabs the pink mask off her face and then let's her go, hearing Toolshed scream out. He hands her mask over to his maimed friend as Call Girl's body drops into the water below. He still feels slow but it's just enough for him to fly up and out of the hole and onto the surface, now covered in snow.
Kite falls and rolls in a rough landing, letting a sobbing Toolshed skid away from him. He feels that horrible shock go through him once more before he gets up, to grab both Toolshed and Mosquito for medical care.
Kyle looks down at himself, he feels weird and different, and not just because of what he had just been forced to do. He tries to shoot his lasers into the air, nothing, he can't fly, his protective shields over Stan and Clyde are gone.
A horrible creeping realization comes over him, he sinks to his knees in the snow, next to the wailing Toolshed who's pain has gone into a whimper and the comatose Mosquito. The Human Kite has lost his superpowers.