[FANFIC] Like Pinning Butterflies (Thirteen)
Title: Like Pinning Butterflies (Thirteen)
Author: ienvy
Fandom: South Park
Pairing: Craig/Tweek
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Craig Tucker is sick. And Craig Tucker is madly, irrevocably obsessed with Tweek Tweak.
Warnings: This story is NOT for those who are easily disturbed or upset. This story is intended to be very morbid and macabre and will contain subjects that most of the population find upsetting. In case you're wondering, these subjects will be along the lines of: stalking, torture, morbid/macabre love, death, suicide, rape and so on, so forth.
Notes: This was inspired/based off of 'The Horror of Our Love' by Ludo.
A/N:
Once again, thanks for those who are sticking around til the end. One chapter til the end, I promise~<3
Also! Please, tell me what pairing you'd like to see in my next story. It won't be quite as long as this and it won't be nearly as macabre. But cynical? Oh, yes.
Enjoy!
Directory of Chapters
And you bury me in the ocean floor
beneath you,
Where they’ll never hear us scream…
---
Reflection. Those dead eyes were nothing but a reflection. A mirror image of himself, hopeless, blank, dead eyes. Robbed of all their color, turned glassy and thin, only a reflection now. No emotion, no love, no simple joy for life… No, Craig has stolen that from Tweek, stolen it away and hidden it somewhere and forgot about it.
And now it’s almost pointless, his entire struggle, his desire to be united only with Tweek, to connect to someone who was full of what he was not, to share his life with someone who knew how to truly live it.
And now he’s gone. Just a dead pool of reflection, revealing only what Craig has done, what torment Tweek has faced and how his body and mind responds to it - by shutting down. Shutting down all of those lovely emotions, emptying the body of needless reactions, needless thoughts that would only hinder his chance for survival.
Craig trembles, he releases Tweek completely and scrambles through the water on all fours, dry heaving, blood dripping from all his battle scars, wet emotion welling up so suddenly in that hollow dry shell that he breaks underneath it.
What has he done? What has he really done? Made Tweek his? No, just made Tweek exactly like him.
Those dead eyes.
Dry gulps for air rattle his lungs as he shakes his head. This isn’t what he worked for. This isn’t what he wanted. He wanted to shake the love and emotion and happiness and sadness from Tweek and drink it all up. He didn’t know that the only thing this would do was drive it all away and make it so that it would never come back.
He wanted to see that emotion flicker away, die with Tweek, didn’t want to see it die before him.
He screams, an agonized, terrible sound and is shoved beneath the surface of the water.
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Tweek stares down at Craig as he holds his head down, both hands pressing hard on the back of his neck, thumbs driving into his spinal cord, broken, dirty nails digging into the vulnerable skin there.
All the things Craig has done to him, all of the suffering he’s faced, all the damage that his poor, broken mentality can no longer handle… it all comes to this. Comes to Tweek shoving Craig’s face in the sand, to the rapid, surprised bubbles pouring from his mouth, to those once strong arms grasping violently for Tweek, trying desperately to push and shove and save himself.
It’s too late. It’s too late, he tells himself. Too late for salvation. Too late to forgive and forget. There’s just too much between them for this to end any other way. And in this way, it’s strangely beautiful. Like the monster finally killing Dr. Frankenstein, cursing his maker for bringing him into this world. This is how it has to be. This is how it has to end. And it is the only way for it to end. Too many times has Craig come back from Death, too many times has Craig tricked his way back in and broke his bones over and over again.
And that should have been the end of it, he should have drowned Craig then and there, should have left his body for dead, should have run back to the town and return to…
Return to what? What was left for him in this life, now that Craig had stripped him of his dignity, his humanity, his life? What was left that Tweek could return to that Craig had not destroyed or killed? What did he have left?
The shocking revelation that, yes, he was alone in this world, drove the breath from his chest. His parents were burned alive, his friends were massacred - and the ones that were left alive would, no doubt, talk about him. Wonder about him and what had happened. Even Kenny… would Kenny come back after this? Would he even want to come back? To Tweek?
And the answer was a firm, resounding: No
The only one that he has left, who understands what he feels, who feels just as empty as him… is Craig. The problem and the solution. Craig.
And whether he knew it or not, his fingers loosened so very slowly.
Is this how it was meant to end? Not with a bang, but a broken, terrified whisper? Please don’t leave me alone.
---
Craig cannot feel his limbs. Whether it is the water or Tweek’s gaze that robs him of his body, he can’t tell. Tweek is dragging both their corpses onto the shoreline, trembling as he collapses with exhaustion and hypothermia beside Craig.
Craig glances over to Tweek, stares at him silently, aware of the way that he shakes and shivers but not quite sure why. Is it really the cold? He wonders. Is it really the cold?
And, as if to answer him back, Tweek turns his gaze to Craig and the understanding is met.
It’s only the cold inside.
---
Maybe we can die here, together.
---
I don’t want to be alone.
---
When the ambulance arrives, both boys are unconscious. Craig’s body is still covered with Kenny’s rage, battered and held together by only a thread. His lungs are all full up of water and he’s gone into hypothermic shock.
Tweek is in better condition, though his bones are broken, his body covered in little gashes of love and he’s gone into hypothermic shock as well. He’s still better off. Craig had never hurt him enough to kill him, only enough to kill that spark inside.
Kenny struggles to reach the bodies, fights against the hands of the paramedics and officers, screaming and shouting. There’s death in his eyes as he watches Craig loaded up into the back of the ambulance. He doesn’t want to leave Craig alone with Tweek again, especially not in that state, but is told to ride in a squad car behind them, told that everything will be all right and just listen to the adults.
---
Maybe we can die together.
---
Author: ienvy
Fandom: South Park
Pairing: Craig/Tweek
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Craig Tucker is sick. And Craig Tucker is madly, irrevocably obsessed with Tweek Tweak.
Warnings: This story is NOT for those who are easily disturbed or upset. This story is intended to be very morbid and macabre and will contain subjects that most of the population find upsetting. In case you're wondering, these subjects will be along the lines of: stalking, torture, morbid/macabre love, death, suicide, rape and so on, so forth.
Notes: This was inspired/based off of 'The Horror of Our Love' by Ludo.
A/N:
Once again, thanks for those who are sticking around til the end. One chapter til the end, I promise~<3
Also! Please, tell me what pairing you'd like to see in my next story. It won't be quite as long as this and it won't be nearly as macabre. But cynical? Oh, yes.
Enjoy!
Directory of Chapters
And you bury me in the ocean floor
beneath you,
Where they’ll never hear us scream…
---
Reflection. Those dead eyes were nothing but a reflection. A mirror image of himself, hopeless, blank, dead eyes. Robbed of all their color, turned glassy and thin, only a reflection now. No emotion, no love, no simple joy for life… No, Craig has stolen that from Tweek, stolen it away and hidden it somewhere and forgot about it.
And now it’s almost pointless, his entire struggle, his desire to be united only with Tweek, to connect to someone who was full of what he was not, to share his life with someone who knew how to truly live it.
And now he’s gone. Just a dead pool of reflection, revealing only what Craig has done, what torment Tweek has faced and how his body and mind responds to it - by shutting down. Shutting down all of those lovely emotions, emptying the body of needless reactions, needless thoughts that would only hinder his chance for survival.
Craig trembles, he releases Tweek completely and scrambles through the water on all fours, dry heaving, blood dripping from all his battle scars, wet emotion welling up so suddenly in that hollow dry shell that he breaks underneath it.
What has he done? What has he really done? Made Tweek his? No, just made Tweek exactly like him.
Those dead eyes.
Dry gulps for air rattle his lungs as he shakes his head. This isn’t what he worked for. This isn’t what he wanted. He wanted to shake the love and emotion and happiness and sadness from Tweek and drink it all up. He didn’t know that the only thing this would do was drive it all away and make it so that it would never come back.
He wanted to see that emotion flicker away, die with Tweek, didn’t want to see it die before him.
He screams, an agonized, terrible sound and is shoved beneath the surface of the water.
---
Tweek stares down at Craig as he holds his head down, both hands pressing hard on the back of his neck, thumbs driving into his spinal cord, broken, dirty nails digging into the vulnerable skin there.
All the things Craig has done to him, all of the suffering he’s faced, all the damage that his poor, broken mentality can no longer handle… it all comes to this. Comes to Tweek shoving Craig’s face in the sand, to the rapid, surprised bubbles pouring from his mouth, to those once strong arms grasping violently for Tweek, trying desperately to push and shove and save himself.
It’s too late. It’s too late, he tells himself. Too late for salvation. Too late to forgive and forget. There’s just too much between them for this to end any other way. And in this way, it’s strangely beautiful. Like the monster finally killing Dr. Frankenstein, cursing his maker for bringing him into this world. This is how it has to be. This is how it has to end. And it is the only way for it to end. Too many times has Craig come back from Death, too many times has Craig tricked his way back in and broke his bones over and over again.
And that should have been the end of it, he should have drowned Craig then and there, should have left his body for dead, should have run back to the town and return to…
Return to what? What was left for him in this life, now that Craig had stripped him of his dignity, his humanity, his life? What was left that Tweek could return to that Craig had not destroyed or killed? What did he have left?
The shocking revelation that, yes, he was alone in this world, drove the breath from his chest. His parents were burned alive, his friends were massacred - and the ones that were left alive would, no doubt, talk about him. Wonder about him and what had happened. Even Kenny… would Kenny come back after this? Would he even want to come back? To Tweek?
And the answer was a firm, resounding: No
The only one that he has left, who understands what he feels, who feels just as empty as him… is Craig. The problem and the solution. Craig.
And whether he knew it or not, his fingers loosened so very slowly.
Is this how it was meant to end? Not with a bang, but a broken, terrified whisper? Please don’t leave me alone.
---
Craig cannot feel his limbs. Whether it is the water or Tweek’s gaze that robs him of his body, he can’t tell. Tweek is dragging both their corpses onto the shoreline, trembling as he collapses with exhaustion and hypothermia beside Craig.
Craig glances over to Tweek, stares at him silently, aware of the way that he shakes and shivers but not quite sure why. Is it really the cold? He wonders. Is it really the cold?
And, as if to answer him back, Tweek turns his gaze to Craig and the understanding is met.
It’s only the cold inside.
---
Maybe we can die here, together.
---
I don’t want to be alone.
---
When the ambulance arrives, both boys are unconscious. Craig’s body is still covered with Kenny’s rage, battered and held together by only a thread. His lungs are all full up of water and he’s gone into hypothermic shock.
Tweek is in better condition, though his bones are broken, his body covered in little gashes of love and he’s gone into hypothermic shock as well. He’s still better off. Craig had never hurt him enough to kill him, only enough to kill that spark inside.
Kenny struggles to reach the bodies, fights against the hands of the paramedics and officers, screaming and shouting. There’s death in his eyes as he watches Craig loaded up into the back of the ambulance. He doesn’t want to leave Craig alone with Tweek again, especially not in that state, but is told to ride in a squad car behind them, told that everything will be all right and just listen to the adults.
---
Maybe we can die together.
---