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scapegoat 14Tweek walked around like a mindless zombie the next day. He barely had enough energy to get out of bed this morning, but like always, not matter how shitty he feels, his parents make him get up and go to school. Around noon, he was slowly taking a book out of his locker when someone next to him yawned loudly. He shut his locker door to see the one person he really didn't want to see.
Pip covered his mouth and yawned again. "Good morning, Tweek." He said with a tired smile."Pardon me, I didn't sleep well last night."
Tweek just stared blankly at him. His lips moved numbly as he said "What do you want?"
Pip pretended to be hurt. "How dear Tweek. I just wish to lay this childish rivalry of ours to rest. I mean, just because I'm dating your best friend doesn't mean we cant-"
"Just shut up will you!" Tweek cried. Just listening to Pip's mocking accented voice filled him with rage and sent chills up his spin. Pip pouted and crossed his arms. "Fine, you stuck up little wanker!" With that, he
scapegoat 13The following day, Pip had cornered Clyde in the hallway with a fake smile and indulged him in conversion. After talking with Clyde, Pip got all the information he needed to ruin Craig and Tweek's relationship.
Every Thursday Tweek had track. Right beside the track was a bench area where a lot of kids hung out. When track was over, the runners would have to walk past that area to get to the parking lot. Pip is planing a little surprise for Tweek when track let out.
"How much longer are you planning on doing this?" Craig groaned, plopping down on one of the benches with his arms crossed. Pip sat down next to him.
"Until I'm done with you." He retorted, wrapping his arms around Craig's neck. "Now wrap your arm around my waist." Craig reluctantly obeyed and put his arm around Pip's narrow waist. Pip smiled and rested his head down on Craig's broad shoulder. "Good boy."
Pip glanced at his watch. It read '4:30' in bright green numbers. 'Four thirty, right on time.' He though. Looking over a
scapegoat 12It was Wednesday afternoon, just after school let out and Tweek was walking home alone. Normally, he hated walking alone. He was paranoid that someone would kidnap him off the street and there would be no witness. But today, he walked home with a smile on his pink blushing face. He had been in a good mood since Craig had told him he loved him back. He wasn't as nervous and jittery as he usually was.
He only had one negative thought on his mind: They had to keep their love a secret. It didn't seem fair to Tweek. He loved Craig and didn't care if anyone knew, but he knew that Craig was just trying to protect him. He felt bad for Craig to, not just for him, but also for all the other openly gay students of South Park High. If Craig wasn't just exaggerating, then it must be so hard to come out of the closet.
But Tweek was happy anyway. A least he and Craig were together, even if nobody knows.
Though, it does discourage Tweek knowing that Craig was openly dating Pip. Craig said he didn't lo
scapegoat 11Pip was always treated as an outsider. He had always figured it was because he was a foreigner. But if that was true, then why weren't Gregory and Christophe treated as outcast as he was? Then he wondered if it was his appearance.
He was always very feminine, with his round face that always seemed to have a hint pink to it. His short blond hair fell round his face in a cute bob cut. His bangs ended just above his big sparkling blue eyes. His lips were thick and glossy like a girls. At a first glance, anyone could mistake him for a girl. Especially with his short, slim figure. He had very little likeness to the other boys.
He could understand if that discouraged them, but then why would they hang out with Butters? He was just as feminine as Pip was. And come to think of it, Kyle wasn't the most manliest of men. But both Kyle and Butters were very popular, despite their girly appearance.
It didn't seem fair to Pip. He tried his best to be liked by the other kids. He was nice to them, eve
scapegoat 10"So, how long have you known you liked me?" Craig asked, walking back to class with Tweek. He had his arm draped over Tweek's bony shoulder. Tweek blushed.
"I-I just found out...last week." He said, biting his lip. This surprised Craig. He had liked Tweek for years. He wondered how someone could just find out that they loved someone in so little time. But on the other hand, he didn't care. He was happy just knowing that Tweek loved him back. He didn't need to know the details.
All his worries seemed to disappear once his lips met Tweeks.
Now his only problem was getting Pip off his back. He couldn't let him tell Bebe that he was in love with Tweek. And he couldn't let Tweek know about all this either. It was for his own good. Craig knew that if Tweek knew Craig was just trying to protect him, he would probably confront Bebe or Pip. He just couldn't let that happen. It was to risky. He was just going to have to find another way to end this.
For now, he wanted to enjoy Tweek's company as
the devils bride first weekA horrid shriek of pain had woken Pip up. Orange light shined into the room from the giant window by the bed, other then the triangle of light over the bed, the room was mostly shadows. Damien had told Pip that after a while of living here, he'd get used to screaming and anguished cries of pain. But only after a week of living here in Hell, the sounds of the tortured souls of the damned still made Pip's skin crawl.
The air in the room was hot and heavy, as it always was after hours of playing around in the sheets for the newly weds. But even without the heat coming from them, the room was very warm, which is very uncomfortable for Pip. He always liked to keep cool, but that was almost impossible when you literally live in an inferno. He sat up slowly, not at all rested.
The back of Damien's shirt stuck to his sweaty skin. The cotton shirt made the heat worse. Last night, Pip felt uncomfortable sleeping naked so he slipped on whatever peace of clothing closest to him, which was Damien's
little golden crossFingering the little golden cross that hung around his neck, Pip smiled. This necklace is his most prized possession, because it belonged to his mother. Pip remembered the day she gave it to him as if it were yesterday.
Gerogiana Pirrup was a beautiful woman. She had long, flowing blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She had been a high-spirited and happy girl in her youth, but six years of mothering her children and suffering from her illness had aged her and made her weary. By the time Pip was six, his mother had fallen deathly ill. He stayed by her side as she laid in her death bed.
Pip remembered that weak smile she gave him that one day. Her last day. She raised a weak arm up to her neck, slipping off her golden cross. She handed it to Pip. "Philip, son. I wish for you to have this." Pip shook his head in protest. He knew that the necklace was very dear to his mother. It belonged to her mother, it was all she had left of her. But Gerogiana silenced him, telling him she wanted him to
scapegoat 9After their little talk, Damien left the bathroom, saying that he really need to get his thoughts together and clear his mind. Craig stayed behind. He wanted time alone before going back to class. He must have missed fifth and sixth period, which meant he only had two more classes to go to today.
He sighed and walked out of the bathroom. 'two more periods, Craig. You can handle it.' He hoped Pip wasn't to mad at him for skipping their lunch date, praying that he wont decide to rat on him now. The hallway was empty besides him. As he was walking down the corridor, a voice coming from behind Craig called his name.
Recognizing the voice, Craig spun around quickly to see Tweek standing timidly a few feet away. A furious blush brightening his pale face."Tweek?"
The blond boy swallowed hard before speaking. "C-Craig, I need to talk to you." He stammered, fiddling nervously with his fingers. Craig stared at him. He was happy that Tweek wasn't avoiding him anymore and that he wanted to talk to
scapegoat 8OK, really this time. This is the follow up to the 6Th chapter!
With his back pressed up against the door, Craig stood trembling with fear as Damien came closer. He could feel the heat radiating from Damien's flaming arm. His knee's gave out and he slid to the floor. He pulled his legs up to his chest and his arms frantically waving at his sides. His eyes search the room for anything that could help him. He found nothing.
Damien now stood in front of him, his eyes glowing red with fury. He bared his sharp teeth to Craig. "Get up and face your death, human!" His voice became inhuman and demonic."You will never again lay eyes on my Pip!" Craig jaw fell open.
'What the fuck is he talking about?' Even his thoughts where shrieking with fear.'This thing isn't human!' Craig covered his head with his arms, waiting for Damien's killer blow. Damien sneered at Craig, the blue fire going up his arm extinguished. Craig, Not feeling the heat anymore, looked up hopefully. Maybe Damien would spare him
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