The air in the basement of the school was suffocating, thick with the stench of blood and betrayal. The red lights above pulsed faintly, casting an ominous glow over the room. Jess's lifeless body lay motionless on the cold floor, a silent witness to the horrors that had unfolded.

Tweek's breath caught in his throat as he stared at the familiar face before him. His fists trembled at his sides, his mind racing to make sense of the impossible.

Tweek: "How… How the hell are you alive?" His voice cracked with a mix of disbelief and fury. "You're supposed to be dead!"

(Evan's grin widened, the red light casting sharp shadows on his face)

Evan: "Dead? Is that what you thought?" His tone dripped with mockery as he took a slow step forward. "Oh, Tweek… You believed I'd go down that easily?"

(Howard groaned from the floor, clutching his bleeding collarbone. He pushed himself upright with great effort, his face contorted in pain)

Officer Howard: "You sick bastard," he spat. "You planned all of this?"

(Evan chuckled, shaking his head as though amused by the question)

Evan: "Planned it? Oh, Howard, you give me too much credit. It wasn't just me. The cult—they mapped it all out. The collapse, my 'death'—everything was calculated. All I had to do was play my part."

(Tweek's rage bubbled to the surface)

Tweek: "You… You let us believe you were gone. Jess—" His voice faltered, but his anger surged forward again. "She grieved for you! We all did!"

(Evan feigned a look of pity, his voice laced with venom)

Evan: "Jess. Sweet, naïve Jess. Always so easy to fool. She wanted to believe the best in people. It made her weak."

Tweek: "You shut your mouth!" Tweek shouted, stepping forward, but Evan immediately raised his gun, halting him in his tracks.

Evan: "Ah-ah," Evan said, wagging a finger mockingly. "No sudden moves, Tweek. We wouldn't want this to end too soon, would we?" His tone turned darker, more venomous. "After all, the cult didn't send me back to kill you right away. They wanted to break you first. And who better to do it than someone you trusted?"

(Tweek froze, his body trembling with unbridled rage)

Tweek: "What do you mean? What does the cult want from me?"

(Evan tilted his head, pretending to consider the question)

Evan: "They want to destroy you, Tweek. To tear apart everything you care about until there's nothing left. And who better to deliver the final blow than me?" He smirked, the satisfaction evident in his eyes. "Nothing hurts more than betrayal, doesn't it?"

(Howard coughed weakly, his voice strained but steady)

Officer Howard: "You're nothing but a pawn," he growled. "They're using you, and you're too blind to see it."

(Evan laughed, loud and cruel, the sound echoing off the walls)

Evan: "Oh, Howard, you're right—I am a pawn. But I'm the pawn that's going to win this game." He stepped closer, his gun still trained on Tweek. "Do you know how I survived?"

(Tweek's teeth clenched)

Tweek: "Just say it, you bastard."

(Evan took another step, his voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper)

Evan: "While you and your little band of misfits were running through that chamber like rats in a maze, I had my exit planned. When we went down that hidden tunnel, just when I saved Jess, When the ceiling came down, I slipped through a hidden door that was right next to the exit, leaving you all to think I was buried in the rubble."

(Tweek's eyes burned with fury)

Tweek: "You let us think you were dead. You let Jess die thinking you were gone. And for what? To play the cult's twisted games?"

Evan: "For you, Tweek," Evan said, his grin spreading wider. "They wanted you back here, where you belong. Your parents' death was a message. If you'd stayed in South Park, they'd still be alive. But no, you had to leave. You had to run."

(The weight of Evan's words crushed down on Tweek, but he refused to falter)

Tweek: "You're lying," he hissed, his voice shaking with fury. "You're nothing but a coward. Hiding behind masks and lies. You're going to pay for what you've done."

(Evan tilted his head, raising the gun again, this time aiming it directly at Tweek. His smirk faded into a colder expression)

Evan: "We're done talking."

(Tweek's breath hitched as Evan motioned toward the tunnel with the barrel of the gun)

Evan: "You're coming with me."

(Tweek stayed rooted to the spot, his fists clenched)

Tweek: "I'm not going anywhere with you," he snarled.

(Evan's eyes narrowed, his voice dropping to a dangerous tone)

Evan: "I wasn't asking, Tweek." He stepped closer, pressing the barrel of the gun toward Tweek's forehead. "Move."

Tweek glared at him, his body rigid with anger and defiance, but after a tense moment, he relented. He took a slow step forward, then another, Evan following closely behind with the gun still trained on him.

(Howard's groans of pain echoed faintly as Tweek glanced back, his eyes filled with helpless fury)

Tweek: "I'll come back for you," he said to Howard, his voice shaking with anger.

(Evan laughed coldly)

Evan: "Oh, Tweek. You're not coming back for anyone."

The red glow pulsed steadily as Evan pushed Tweek forward, their footsteps fading into the darkness, leaving Howard groaning and bleeding out on the floor.

The atmosphere in the living room of Lucas's house was heavy with tension. Wendy paced near the window, her arms crossed tightly. Lucas sat in a chair by the front door, fidgeting nervously, while Megan sat on the couch, her legs tucked beneath her. Ace leaned casually against the wall, watching the others with a faint, unreadable smile.

Megan: "They've been gone too long," Megan said softly, her voice trembling. "What if something's happened to them?"

(Wendy stopped pacing and turned to face her)

Wendy: "They knew it was a trap going in," she said firmly, though her own worry bled into her tone. "But they're smart. They'll figure it out and come back. We just need to stay calm."

(Lucas glanced at the clock on the wall, his knee bouncing anxiously)

Lucas: "What if they don't?" he muttered. "What if the killer…" He trailed off, shaking his head as if trying to push the thought away.

(Ace stretched his arms, breaking the silence)

Ace: "I'm going to the bathroom," he said casually, pushing off the wall.

(Megan watched him leave, her brow furrowed)

Megan: "I don't know how he stays so calm," she said quietly. "It's like none of this bothers him."

(10 minutes later)

Wendy opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, a loud, frantic banging came from the front door, making everyone jump. Megan let out a small yelp, clutching the couch cushion, while Lucas bolted upright.

Kyle: "Open the door!" Kyle's muffled voice shouted from outside. "Lucas, open the door! It's us!"

Lucas hesitated, glancing at Wendy, who nodded. He stepped toward the door, his hand trembling as he reached for the handle. But when he tried to turn it, the door wouldn't budge. His eyes widened in alarm.

Lucas: "It's locked," Lucas said, his voice shaking. He pressed his ear to the door. "I can't open it!"

Kyle: "Lucas!" Kyle yelled from the other side. "You need to get out of there! This place—it's where the killer's going! You're not safe!"

(The colour drained from Lucas's face as the words sank in. He turned to Wendy and Megan, panic etched across his features)

Lucas: "They're coming here," he whispered.

Suddenly, Ace reappeared, his usual casual demeanor replaced with something cold and sinister. In his hand was a gun, which he pointed directly at Lucas.

Ace: "Step away from the door," Ace said, his voice calm but commanding.

Lucas froze, his heart pounding. Megan gasped, her hands flying to her mouth, while Wendy immediately stepped forward, her eyes blazing with defiance.

Wendy: "Ace… what the hell are you doing?"

(Ace laughed, a low, mocking sound, and gestured with the gun)

Ace: "What does it look like I'm doing? Move back, Lucas. Now."

(Lucas stepped back slowly, his hands raised)

Lucas: "You're working with them," he said, the realization dawning on him. "You're one of them."

(Ace grinned, a twisted glint in his eyes)

Ace: "Took you long enough," he said. He motioned with the gun toward the couch. "All of you, sit. Now."

(Wendy hesitated, her jaw tight, but Megan, shaking, grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the couch)

Megan: "Just do it," Megan whispered, tears streaming down her face. Wendy reluctantly complied, and Lucas followed, his legs feeling like lead.

(Ace leaned against the wall, keeping the gun trained on them, and let out a long, satisfied sigh)

Ace: "You know, this whole cat-and-mouse thing? It's been fun. Watching you all run around, thinking you had a chance. But every game has to end eventually."

(Megan stared at him, her face pale, her voice barely a whisper)

Megan: "Ace… why? How could you?"

(He glanced at her, his smirk faltering for a fraction of a second before returning full force.

Ace: "Oh, Megan. Sweet Megan. You were always my favourite, you know? Made it almost hard to do this." His tone was dripping with mockery. "But it's nothing personal. It's just… part of the plan."

(Megan's voice cracked)

Megan: "You're lying. You—" She choked on her words, tears falling freely. "We were friends."

Ace: "Friends? Oh, Megan, I was never your friend. I've been playing you all from the start." He turned to Wendy and Lucas. "And in case you were wondering, I wasn't doing it alone."

(Wendy's eyes narrowed)

Wendy: "What are you talking about?"

(Ace's grin widened, his voice taking on an almost gleeful tone)

Ace: "Oh, you'll love this part. The person I'm working with—my partner in crime—never really died during that church collapse. Evan's alive and well."

(Megan's head snapped up, her tear-filled eyes wide with shock)

Megan: "What… what are you saying?"

(Ace laughed, spinning the gun lazily in his hand)

Ace: "That's right. Evan faked his death. While you were all scrambling in that tunnel, he was already making his escape. It was perfect, really. Made you let your guard down." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "And now, he's back. And you've all played right into our hands."

The room fell into stunned silence, the weight of Ace's words pressing down on them like a crushing tide. Megan buried her face in her hands, her sobs muffled, while Lucas and Wendy exchanged a look of disbelief and fear.

(Ace straightened, pointing the gun back at them)

Ace: "Now, let's make this easy. Stay quiet, sit still, and maybe—just maybe—you'll live to see the end of the night."

Outside Lucas's house, the cold night air clung to Kyle and Stan as they crouched near the side of the building. The faint glow of the house's interior lights spilled out onto the lawn, casting eerie shadows that seemed to stretch forever. Kyle pressed his back against the wall, his chest heaving as he tried to steady his breath. He peeked around the corner of the house, his eyes locking on the living room window. The scene inside made his stomach churn.

Kyle: "I can't believe this," he muttered, shaking his head. "Ace… Ace is one of them."

(Stan knelt beside him, his expression a mix of anger and disbelief)

Stan: "Wait, for real?"

(Kyle gestured sharply toward the window)

Kyle: "See for yourself."

Stan leaned forward, squinting through the glass. Inside, Lucas, Wendy, and Megan sat on the couch, their faces pale with fear. Ace stood a few feet away, a gun in his hand, the barrel occasionally pointing at one of them as he gestured wildly. The sight made Stan recoil in shock.

Stan: "No way," Stan whispered, his voice trembling. "I thought he was one of us. I thought—"

(Kyle cut him off)

Kyle: "It doesn't matter what we thought. He's got them, and we need to do something. Now."

(Stan nodded, his jaw tightening)

Stan: "What's the plan?"

Kyle scanned the house, his eyes darting between the windows and the roofline. He spotted a series of vines snaking up the side of the house, leading to an upstairs window.

Kyle: "There," he said, pointing. "That window should lead to a bedroom. I'll climb up the vines and get inside."

(Stan frowned, his worry evident)

Stan: "What about me?"

(Kyle glanced at the front door, then back at Stan)

Kyle: "Wait by the front door. I'll unlock the door and let you in as soon as I get in."

(Stan hesitated)

Stan: "Are you sure you should go alone? If Ace hears you—"

Kyle: "I'll be fine," Kyle interrupted, his tone firm. "We don't have time to argue. Just be ready."

With that, Kyle crept toward the vines, gripping them tightly. He glanced back at Stan one last time before beginning his climb. The vines were rough and cold under Kyle's hands, scratching his palms as he ascended. The night air bit at his skin, but he gritted his teeth and focused on each movement. Below him, the ground seemed to stretch farther away with every step upward.

Halfway up, the vines creaked under his weight, and Kyle froze, his heart pounding. He glanced down, catching sight of Stan, who gave him a silent thumbs-up. Taking a deep breath, Kyle continued climbing, his muscles burning as he neared the window. When he reached the sill, he peered inside. The room was empty, dimly lit by a small bedside lamp. Curtains fluttered lightly in the cold air seeping through the cracks in the window frame. Kyle pressed his sleeve over his fist, braced himself, and swung hard.

The window shattered with a sharp crack, sending shards of glass scattering across the bedroom floor. Kyle winced at the noise, quickly climbing through and landing softly on the carpet. He crouched low, his eyes darting around the room. His breath came in short bursts, adrenaline coursing through his veins. Downstairs, the sharp sound of shattering glass pierced the tense silence. Ace's head snapped toward the ceiling, his grip on the gun tightening. His gaze narrowed, and without a word, he grabbed Lucas by the arm, yanking him to his feet.

Wendy: "What are you doing?" Wendy demanded, her voice laced with anger and fear.

(Ace smirked)

Ace: "Checking something," he said coldly. "Stay put." He shoved Lucas forward, pressing the barrel of the gun into his back as he forced him toward the stairs.

Ace shoved Lucas into the room first, his eyes scanning the shattered glass on the floor. The cold wind blew through the broken window, making the curtains sway. Ace's lips curled into a sneer.

Ace: "Whoever's in here, you'd better show yourself," he called, his voice low and threatening. "Or I put a bullet in his back."

Kyle crouched in the closet, his body tense, every muscle coiled like a spring. Through the slats, he watched as Ace stepped further into the room, his gun still trained on Lucas. Kyle's heart pounded in his ears, but he forced himself to stay silent, waiting for the right moment.

(Ace moved toward the window, his boots crunching on the shattered glass. He leaned slightly out of the broken frame, scanning the yard below)

Ace: "No one here," he muttered to himself. "So where—"

Kyle burst out of the closet, his movements quick and deliberate. He launched himself at Ace, slamming into his side. The impact sent both men sprawling to the floor. The gun went off, the deafening crack echoing through the room.

(Lucas cried out, clutching his stomach as blood seeped between his fingers)

Lucas: "I'm hit!" he gasped, collapsing against the wall.

Kyle and Ace rolled across the floor in a violent struggle, each trying to gain the upper hand. Ace swung a fist, catching Kyle across the jaw, but Kyle retaliated, slamming his elbow into Ace's ribs. The gun lay just out of reach, glinting under the lamplight. Ace growled, his face twisted with rage. He grabbed Kyle by the collar, slamming him against the floor. Kyle gasped as the air was knocked out of him, but he fought back, landing a knee in Ace's stomach. Ace grunted, but his grip didn't loosen.

With a surge of strength, Ace flipped Kyle onto his back and straddled him, his hands wrapping tightly around Kyle's neck. "You should've stayed outside," Ace snarled, his grip tightening. Kyle clawed at Ace's hands, his vision blurring as oxygen slipped away. His legs kicked weakly, panic rising in his chest. He could feel his strength fading, the edges of his vision darkening.

Lucas, bleeding and pale, crawled across the floor toward the gun. Every movement sent a jolt of pain through his body, but he gritted his teeth and kept going. His fingers brushed the gun, and with a final effort, he grabbed it. Ace's grip tightened further, and Kyle's struggles began to weaken.

Ace: "Goodbye, Kyle," Ace hissed, his eyes gleaming with malice.

(Lucas raised the gun, his hand shaking as he aimed)

Lucas: "Not… today," he rasped, pulling the trigger.

The bullet struck Ace in the side, and he let out a pained cry, falling off Kyle. Kyle gasped for air, clutching his neck as he scrambled to his feet. Kyle stumbled toward Lucas, who was slumped against the wall, the gun slipping from his grip.

Kyle: "Thanks," Kyle croaked, picking up the weapon.

(Ace lay on the floor, blood pooling beneath him. He coughed weakly, a twisted grin spreading across his face)

Ace: "You think… you've won?" he said, his voice faltering. "This… isn't over."

(Kyle stared down at him, his expression hard. He tightened his grip on the gun, his voice cold and steady)

Kyle: "It is for you."

Without hesitation, Kyle pulled the trigger, the bullet hitting Ace squarely in the head. Ace's body jerked, then went still, his mocking grin finally erased.

It is now 5 AM. The faint light of dawn begins to creep across the horizon, but inside, the tension remains heavy. Kyle carefully helped Lucas down the stairs, Lucas's arm draped over his shoulder. Every step was slow and agonizing, Lucas letting out pained gasps as blood seeped from his stomach wound. Kyle gritted his teeth, his own muscles burning from the effort, but he refused to let him fall.

Kyle: "You're going to be fine," Kyle muttered, half to reassure Lucas and half to keep himself steady. When they reached the living room, he lowered Lucas onto the couch as gently as he could. Lucas groaned, his face pale and slick with sweat.

(Kyle moved to unlock the front door. He flung it open, and Stan rushed inside, his eyes darting to Lucas, Wendy, and Megan)

Stan: "Kyle, what the hell happened up there? I heard gunshots."

Kyle: "Ace shot Lucas, We need to patch him up, NOW!." Kyle said quickly,

(Wendy was already grabbing the first aid kit, her expression grim but focused)

Wendy: "We need to stop the bleeding," she said, kneeling beside Lucas.

(Kyle crouched beside Megan, his voice soft but firm)

Kyle: "Megan, I had to end it. Ace was going to kill all of us."

(Megan's lip quivered, tears streaming down her cheeks)

Megan: "Ace... how could he?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "We were so close."

(Kyle placed a hand on her shoulder)

Kyle: "I know. I hate it too, but we didn't have a choice. He was going to kill Lucas, Wendy… all of us. He wasn't the person we thought he was."

(Stan knelt beside Wendy, helping her clean Lucas's wound)

Stan: "Is he going to make it?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

Wendy: "He will if we stop the bleeding," Wendy said tightly. "Megan, press down here. Keep the pressure steady."

(Megan nodded, her hands trembling as she followed Wendy's instructions. Lucas winced but nodded faintly)

Lucas: "I'm okay… just focus," he muttered weakly.

(Kyle took a deep breath, standing and turning toward Wendy and Megan)

Kyle: "There's something else you need to know," he said, his voice serious. "Howard's alive."

(Megan's head snapped up)

Megan: "What? Howard? He's alive?"

(Kyle nodded)

Kyle: "We found him under the school. He's hurt, but he's alive. He helped us get out of there, and he's still fighting."

Stan: "We left him there because we didn't have time to carry him out with the shutters coming down."

(Wendy's brows furrowed)

Wendy: "Shutters?"

(Kyle glanced at her sharply)

Kyle: "Yeah… the windows and doors. They started sealing us in when we were trying to get out. That's why Tweek and Howard got trapped in there. They didn't get through the doors in time"

(Wendy stood, crossing her arms tightly over her chest)

Wendy: "Then we have another problem." She glanced toward Kyle and Stan. "Ace said something before you guys got here. Evan is alive."

(Kyle's body stiffened)

Kyle: "What? That's not possible."

(Wendy's tone was steady, but her eyes betrayed her fear)

Wendy: "It's true. Ace admitted it. Evan faked his death during the church collapse. He's been working with Ace this entire time."

(Stan shook his head, his face pale)

Stan: "No way. He was buried under all that rubble. There's no way he could've made it out."

Wendy: "He did," Wendy said firmly. "And if Ace was telling the truth, then Evan's still playing his part. I think he's at the school."

(Kyle's eyes widened, the pieces clicking into place)

Kyle: "That's why the shutters came down," he said, his voice growing more frantic. "It wasn't just to trap Tweek and Howard. It was to make sure no one could get in."

(Stan's jaw clenched, his worry growing)

Stan: "If Evan's there, Tweek and Howard are sitting ducks."

(Kyle turned to Stan, his expression hardening with determination)

Kyle: "Call the paramedics and the police. Stay here with Wendy and Megan. Make sure they're okay, and explain everything to the cops when they get here."

Stan: "Wait, what are you going to do?"

(Kyle grabbed the gun from the coffee table, checking the chamber)

Kyle: "I'm going to the school," he said simply.

Stan: "You can't go alone," Stan said, his voice rising. "If Evan's there—"

Kyle: "I don't have a choice," Kyle interrupted, his tone calm but resolute. "Tweek and Howard are trapped with him. If I don't go, they're dead."

(Wendy stepped forward, placing a hand on Kyle's arm)

Wendy: "Be careful," she said softly. "If Evan's alive, he's been planning this for a long time."

(Kyle nodded, his gaze steady)

Kyle: "I'll handle it."

(He turned to Megan, who was still pressing down on Lucas's wound. Her tear-streaked face looked up at him, her eyes full of worry)

Kyle: "Stay with him," Kyle said gently. "He's going to need you."

(Megan nodded, her lips trembling as she whispered)

Megan: "Be careful, Kyle."

Kyle gave her a faint smile, then turned and stepped out into the early morning light. The chill of the dawn air bit at his skin, but he ignored it, his focus locked on one thing: South Park Elementary.

Inside South Park Elementary, the oppressive red lights flicker dimly in the hallways. Tweek is led by Evan up the creaking staircase toward the second floor. Evan gripped Tweek's arm tightly, the cold barrel of the gun pressing against Tweek's side. Each step they took echoed in the empty, lifeless school. Tweek's mind raced as he tried to make sense of the chaos, his anger barely contained beneath his trembling exterior.

Evan: "This must feel familiar," Evan said, his voice smug as they ascended the stairs. "You, alone, trapped, trying to survive. Except this time, there's no one left to save you."

(Tweek glared at him, his breaths short and ragged)

Tweek: "You think you've won? You're just another pawn in the cult's game. They'll throw you away when they're done with you."

(Evan chuckled, shaking his head)

Evan: "You still don't get it, do you? I'm not a pawn, Tweek. I'm the one pulling the strings here." he gestured to the empty hallways with his free hand, "—this is my stage."

Tweek: "You're delusional," Tweek snapped. "You think they care about you? You're just a tool, Evan. A disposable one."

(Evan's smirk faltered for a moment, but he quickly masked it with a sneer)

Evan: "Keep talking, Tweek. It won't matter soon."

They reached the second floor, the hallway stretching out before them in eerie silence. Tweek's eyes darted around, searching for anything he could use, any opening to escape. The weight of Evan's grip on his arm tightened.

Evan: "I'm going to enjoy watching you break," Evan muttered, his tone cold.

Without hesitation, Tweek acted. His free hand shot up, grabbing Evan's wrist and forcing the gun away from his side. With a burst of adrenaline, Tweek turned and slammed his forehead into Evan's, the impact sending a shockwave of pain through both of them. Evan stumbled back, clutching his face with a growl of anger.

Evan: "You little—"

Tweek didn't wait to hear the rest. He bolted down the hallway, his heart pounding as he threw open the door to the nearest classroom and slipped inside. He slammed the door shut behind him, leaning against it as he tried to catch his breath. The room was dark, the faint glow of the red emergency lights barely illuminating the scattered desks and chairs. Tweek's eyes darted around, searching for a way out. The door rattled as Evan slammed into it from the other side.

Evan: "You can't run forever, Tweek!" Evan shouted. "You think a flimsy door is going to stop me?"

Tweek ignored him, moving toward the windows. His heart leapt when he saw one of the shutters wasn't fully closed, a narrow gap letting in the cold morning air. "Thank God," he muttered under his breath. He grabbed the edge of the shutter and pushed with all his strength. The metal groaned in protest but finally slid open enough for him to climb through.

With a final glance toward the door, Tweek hoisted himself up and out the window, his feet scrambling against the wall as he pulled himself onto the roof. The cold wind hit him like a slap, and he crouched low, his breaths coming in short gasps as he looked around.

The roof of the school stretched out before him, a flat expanse bathed in the faint glow of dawn. The town below was eerily quiet, the streets empty and still. Tweek scanned the edges of the roof, searching for a way down, but all he could see were steep drops to the ground below. Inside the school, Evan burst into the classroom, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the room. His gaze landed on the open window, and he smirked.

Evan: "Smart move, Tweek," he muttered, moving toward the window. "But not smart enough."

He leaned out, his eyes catching movement on the roof. Tweek was crawling along the edge, trying to find an escape route. Evan's smirk grew wider.

Evan: "There you are," he whispered, climbing through the window and onto the roof.

(Evan straightened, the cold wind blowing his hair into his face as he stepped onto the roof. His voice carried across the still air)

Evan: "Running won't save you, Tweek!" he shouted. "You're just making this harder on yourself!"

Tweek glanced back, his breath hitching as he saw Evan climbing onto the roof. Panic surged through him, but he forced himself to move, scrambling along the rooftop as he searched for any way to escape.

Evan: "You can't hide, Tweek!" Evan called out, his tone dripping with confidence. "You've been playing my game this whole time, and now it's time to end it."

Tweek's heart pounded as he pressed himself against the edge of the roof, the rising sun casting long shadows over the school. His options were running out, but he wasn't going to give up—not now, not ever.

The sun is just beginning to rise, casting a pale glow over South Park Elementary. The roof of the school is illuminated by the faint morning light, with Tweek and Evan locked in a deadly struggle.

Kyle sprinted toward South Park Elementary, his breath visible in the frigid morning air. As he approached the building, his eyes widened when he spotted movement on the roof. Tweek and Evan were up there, their figures outlined against the soft hues of dawn.

Kyle: "Tweek!" Kyle shouted, his voice echoing across the quiet streets.

Both Tweek and Evan froze, looking down at him. Tweek's face was streaked with sweat and blood, his expression a mix of desperation and determination. Evan, towering over him, smirked down at Kyle, his voice dripping with mockery.

Evan: "Look who decided to join the party!" he called out, his tone laced with malice. "You're too late, Kyle."

Kyle gritted his teeth, his fists clenching. Before Evan could continue, Tweek seized the moment. With a burst of energy, he pounced at Evan, slamming into him with full force. The two of them tumbled across the roof, rolling dangerously close to the edge. They stopped just short, Evan groaning as he scrambled to regain his footing.

Kyle rushed toward the school's front door, where the metal shutters were firmly in place. He grabbed hold of the bottom edge, straining as he tried to lift it. His muscles burned, and the shutter groaned in protest, but he managed to raise it just enough to crawl underneath. The second he was inside, he bolted toward the stairwell. He heard a faint sound and stopped short, spotting a figure crawling toward him.

Kyle: "Howard!" Kyle exclaimed, rushing over.

(Howard looked up, his face pale and pained but determined)

Officer Howard: "Kyle…" he rasped. "Forget about me. Tweek… He's still up there. Go. Save him."

(Kyle hesitated for only a moment before nodding)

Kyle: "I'll come back for you," he promised, his voice resolute. He turned and sprinted up the stairs, his shoes pounding against the old tiles.

Back on the roof, Tweek and Evan traded punches, each blow fuelled by rage and desperation. Tweek swung wildly, landing a solid hit to Evan's jaw that sent him stumbling. Evan recovered quickly, retaliating with a brutal punch to Tweek's stomach, making him double over in pain.

Evan: "You're pathetic, Tweek," Evan sneered, grabbing him by the collar and throwing him back. Tweek staggered, nearly losing his balance as his foot slipped on the sloped surface of the roof.

Evan advanced, his fists clenched and swung hard. His punch connected with Tweek's face, snapping his head to the side. Tweek stumbled backward, his heel catching on the edge of the roof. With a cry, he fell, his hands instinctively grabbing for the ledge. Tweek's fingers latched onto the edge of the roof, his body dangling precariously. The rough surface scraped his palms as he gripped tightly, his breath coming in panicked gasps. Evan loomed over him, his expression twisted with triumph.

Evan: "Look at you," he said, laughing darkly. "Always hanging by a thread. You've been a dead man walking for years."

Kyle reached the second-floor classroom, his eyes immediately finding the open window. He rushed to it and climbed out, carefully pulling himself onto the roof. He spotted Evan towering over Tweek, who was clinging desperately to the edge, and quickly crouched to avoid being seen. Tweek's eyes flicked to Kyle, who was creeping closer, but he didn't let his gaze linger.

Tweek: "You talk too much, Evan," Tweek said, stalling. His voice was shaky, but his defiance remained strong. "You've always been full of yourself."

Evan sneered, raising his foot and stomping on Tweek's right hand. Tweek let out a cry as his grip slipped, leaving him hanging on by only his left hand.

Evan: "What's wrong, Tweek?" Evan taunted. "Running out of strength?"

(Tweek's arm trembled, his fingers straining to hold on)

Tweek: "You won't win," he hissed through gritted teeth.

Evan: "Oh, I already have," Evan said, lifting his foot again. "Goodbye, Tweek."

Just as Evan's foot began to descend toward Tweek's remaining hand, a gunshot rang out. The bullet grazed Evan's shoulder, sending him stumbling forward. His eyes widened in shock as he lost his balance, his arms flailing. He let out a guttural yell as he fell backward off the roof, disappearing from view. Tweek gasped as his fingers slipped from the ledge. For a terrifying moment, he felt himself falling—but then a hand grabbed his wrist, holding him tightly. Kyle leaned over the edge, his face red with strain as he clung to Tweek's wrist.

Kyle: "I've got you!" he shouted, his voice hoarse. Tweek's weight dragged him forward slightly, but he dug his feet into the roof, using every ounce of strength he had.

Tweek: "Kyle… I'm slipping," Tweek gasped, his voice weak with exhaustion.

Kyle: "Not today, Tweek!" Kyle growled, pulling with all his might. Slowly, inch by inch, he lifted Tweek until he could grab the edge of the roof with his other hand. With a final burst of energy, Kyle hauled him onto the roof, both of them collapsing in a heap.

The faint hum of sirens grows louder, their flashing red and blue lights painting the early morning sky. The nightmare is finally coming to an end. Kyle and Tweek sat on the roof's edge, catching their breath as the first rays of sunlight crept over the horizon. The distant sound of sirens filled the air, growing louder with each passing second. Tweek wiped the sweat from his brow, his body trembling with exhaustion.

Kyle: "You okay?" Kyle asked, glancing at Tweek. His voice was steady, but his face was lined with worry.

(Tweek nodded weakly, his breaths shallow)

Tweek: "I will be," he muttered, his voice hoarse. "What about Evan?"

(Kyle's gaze hardened, his jaw tightening)

Kyle: "He's gone, Tweek. He's not coming back." He hesitated for a moment before adding, "Ace was working with him. This whole time. It was both of them."

(Tweek's eyes widened, and he shook his head in disbelief)

Tweek: "Ace? No… Megan was so close to him. How could he—" He stopped himself, letting out a shaky breath. "Doesn't matter now, I guess."

(Kyle placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder)

Kyle: "It's over. That's what matters."

(Tweek nodded, his lips pressing into a thin line. After a moment, Kyle stood and extended a hand)

Tweek: "Come on. Let's get down from here. Howard's in need of medical attention asap."

Tweek grabbed his hand, and Kyle pulled him up. Together, they climbed back through the open window and into the classroom. The room felt eerily quiet now, the chaos of the night leaving behind only a hollow stillness.

Kyle and Tweek rushed down the stairs, their footsteps echoing through the empty halls. They found Howard near the stairwell, his back against the wall as he clutched his injured collarbone. His face was pale, but his eyes lit up when he saw them.

Officer Howard: "You two made it," Howard said, his voice weak but filled with relief. "Please tell me it's done."

(Kyle knelt beside him, gripping his arm)

Kyle: "It's done. Evan's gone. We're getting you out of here."

(Tweek crouched on Howard's other side, slipping his arm around his waist)

Tweek: "Hold on, Howard. We're almost out."

With a shared effort, Kyle and Tweek helped Howard to his feet. He groaned in pain, but he managed to stay upright as they each took one of his arms and supported his weight. Step by step, they made their way to the front door. The metal shutter Kyle had forced open earlier was still partially raised. They crouched down, carefully helping Howard crawl through the narrow gap. Once they were outside, the cool morning air hit them like a wave of relief.

Police cars and ambulances pulled into the parking lot, their sirens blaring. Officers and paramedics rushed out of their vehicles, their movements swift and purposeful. One officer froze when he spotted Howard, his eyes widening in shock.

Officer: "Howard? You're alive?"

(Howard gave a faint smile, leaning heavily on Kyle and Tweek)

Officer Howard: "Yeah. Barely," he muttered. "But we're all alive."

Paramedics rushed over with a stretcher, gently lowering Howard onto it. Kyle and Tweek stepped back as the paramedics began tending to him, cleaning his wound, and preparing him for transport. As the paramedics worked, a familiar voice called out.

?: "Kyle! Tweek!"

They turned to see Stan, Wendy, and Megan running toward them. Megan's face was streaked with tears, but her expression brightened when she saw Tweek. Wendy's usual composure cracked as she threw her arms around Kyle.

Wendy: "You're okay," Wendy whispered, relief flooding her voice.

Kyle: "We're okay," Kyle reassured her, hugging her tightly.

(Megan reached Tweek, her voice breaking)

Megan: "I thought I'd lost you." She pulled him into a tight embrace, and Tweek let out a shaky breath, hugging her back.

(Stan stood beside Kyle, his face serious)

Stan: "Lucas is going to be okay. The ambulance already took him to the hospital."

(Kyle nodded, his shoulders sagging with relief)

Kyle: "Good. He deserves that much."

One of the paramedics approached Howard, gently guiding the stretcher toward the waiting ambulance. Howard motioned for them to stop for a moment, his gaze shifting to the group.

Officer Howard: "Listen up," Howard said, his voice strained but firm. "You kids… you're tougher than anyone I've ever met. You fought through hell tonight, and you made it out. I don't know what's coming next, but whatever it is, I know you'll face it together."

(Kyle stepped forward, nodding)

Kyle: "Thank you, Howard. For everything."

(Howard gave a faint smile)

Officer Howard: "Just stay safe, all of you. we all know it's far from over so whoever comes next, don't let them win."

The paramedics opened the back of the ambulance, carefully lifting the stretcher inside. Howard gave them one last look, his expression tired but resolute. The doors shut, and the ambulance sped off, its red and blue lights flashing as it disappeared into the distance.

Police officers began taping off the school, their voices muffled as they coordinated the investigation. The rising sun cast long shadows across the parking lot, and for the first time in hours, the group felt a fragile sense of peace. Kyle glanced at Tweek, who was staring at the ambulance's fading lights.

Kyle: "It's over," Kyle said softly.

(Tweek nodded, his eyes filled with exhaustion and determination)

Tweek: "Yeah. For now."

The group stood together, the weight of the night pressing on their shoulders, but for the first time, they felt like they could breathe again. The streets of South Park were eerily quiet as the first light of dawn crept over the horizon. The faint hum of distant sirens grew softer as Tweek, Kyle, Stan, Wendy, and Megan walked down the street together. None of them spoke. The weight of the night pressed heavily on their shoulders, each step carrying them farther from the chaos yet deeper into their own thoughts.

Their breaths were visible in the cold morning air, and the crunch of their shoes on the pavement was the only sound. Tweek walked slightly ahead, his shoulders tense, while Kyle and Wendy kept close behind, their faces set with exhaustion. Stan and Megan followed, their heads bowed, their expressions unreadable.

In the distance, the silhouette of Lucas's house came into view, but none of them quickened their pace. They were too drained to do anything but put one foot in front of the other.

Upstairs in the school is a dimly lit classroom, two figures stood by the window, their outlines barely visible against the faint morning light filtering through the glass. The first figure leaned against the windowsill, their gaze fixed on the group as they disappeared down the street. The second figure remained further back, shrouded in shadow, their posture calm and deliberate.

Figure 2: "They made it out," the second figure said, their voice low and distorted.

(The first figure chuckled softly, the sound low and mocking)

Figure 1: "For now. But it doesn't matter. They think it's over."

(The second figure straightened, glancing back at their companion)

Figure 2: "Are we ready?"

(The first figure tilted their head, their tone dripping with confidence)

Figure 1: "Everything's in place. Let them enjoy their moment. It won't last."

(The second figure smirked faintly, stepping away from the window)

Figure 2: "Good. Let's make sure they remember us."

The school was alive with activity as officers and investigators methodically searched every hallway and room. Flashlights swept across the walls and floors, revealing the aftermath of the night's chaos. A team descended into the basement, their boots clattering on the concrete steps.

When they reached the chamber beneath the school, they froze. The large, ominous world map dominated the room, red buttons blinking at various locations. Cryptic notes were scrawled across the map, linking places and names that made no immediate sense.

Officer 1: "What the hell is this?" an officer muttered, his flashlight illuminating over the world map across the wall

(Another officer's beam landed on the body of Jessica, still sprawled across the cold floor)

Officer 2: "We've got a body here," he said, his voice tight. "Call it in. We'll need the coroner."

Meanwhile, another unit searched the upstairs classrooms, clearing each one methodically. The officers moved cautiously, their radios crackling with updates. One officer entered the classroom where the two figures had been moments earlier. The room was empty, but something on the floor caught his eye.

Officer 1: "Got something here," he called out, crouching to pick up a folded piece of paper lying near the window. He opened it, his flashlight illuminating two letters scrawled in bold, jagged handwriting: KM was here.

Officer 2: "What do you think it means?" his partner asked, peering over his shoulder.

(The first officer stood, staring at the note with a grim expression)

Officer 1: "I don't know," he muttered. "Officer Howard might know."

The sun rose slowly over South Park, casting warm light across a town that felt colder than ever. As Tweek's group walked toward Lucas's house in silence, their breaths visible in the crisp morning air, the weight of the night pressed down on them. They didn't look back at the school, its shadows now left to the police who scoured its hallways for answers. Upstairs, in an empty classroom, the initials KM sat scrawled on a note left by the window—a chilling mark of something unfinished. The officers who found it exchanged uncertain glances, their questions hanging heavy in the air. Who—or what—was KM? As the group turned the corner toward Lucas's house, one question loomed silently over them all: when the end comes, who would still be standing?

End of chapter 12

End of Book 4

(Author Note)

Thank you for joining me on this journey through South Park: Bloodlines, Book 4: A Harbingers Call. This book has been an intense and emotional chapter in Tweek's arc, delving deeper into the haunting legacy of the cult and the trials our survivors continue to face. As their bonds are tested and the stakes grow higher, this instalment has laid the groundwork for what's to come—both the answers you've been waiting for and the challenges that will push these characters to their limits.

Writing this story has been a mix of excitement and heartbreak. Exploring the themes of betrayal, resilience, and the strength it takes to face the unknown has been both a challenge and a privilege. Each character has grown in their own way, and while some wounds are still fresh, their journey isn't over yet.

As we approach the next book, South Park: Bloodlines, Book 5: A Reckoning in Shadows expect more revelations, more danger, and the relentless shadow of the cult looming closer than ever. The initials KM left behind are just the beginning of a larger mystery that will bring the survivors face-to-face with threats they never imagined.

I want to thank each of you for your continued support, feedback, and enthusiasm for this series. Your engagement is what keeps this world alive and pushes me to make it the best it can be. Stay tuned, because the story is far from over.

Until next time,

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