Enemies. [Creek..?]

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  (if you haven't yet, read description to have some clue what is happening.)

CRAIG POV.

I walk through the pitch black forest with slow, silent steps. I am entirely aware of everything happening. My arms are stretched out on my sides with a slight bend in my elbows, not only to swat away tree branches and tall grass, but to attempt to punch out anyone or anything that approached me.

I don't know how long i've been wandering through the forest but when I check my watch it's 1:32 am. I left half an hour ago. Although I thought I was aware of my surroundings, I was still caught off guard by a person snatching my wrist and pulling my body against theirs in a restraining sort of way. Most noticeably was the knife firmly pressed against my throat.

"What are you doing here," The person asked in an aggressive yet hushed tone. I didn't respond. I feared making them angry and have my throat slit and my body left to rot.

"Answer me before I slit your damn throat." I guess there's no point in keeping quiet if i'm going to die anyways.

"Exploring," I finally say. It was entirely true. It's reached those few months of the year where the waters freeze over and we can no longer go sailing. We as in me and my group. I couldn't sleep and everyone else was passed out and I wanted to explore this place.

They finally dropped their grip on me and spun me around.

"Who are you?" They asked. I only had two important things to observe within this situation. One, they are probably a boy based off his voice and body movements, structure. Two, he was still pointing that knife at me.

I'd already stayed silent too long so I just shrugged, completely forgetting how dark it is and he probably didn't see it.

The boy finally dropped knife to his side and sighed. He picked something up and within seconds there was light. He had grabbed a lantern. He got up real close to my face, inspecting the whole thing while holding the lanterns right next to our faces for light.

I only had one thing to notice and that was how damn pretty he was. He had multiple light freckles scattered all across his face, most of them were covered up by the two streaks of grey paint he had lined across both cheeks. His eyes were a vibrant green, they suited him well. I could only assume he was one of those Barbarian people. Well known enemies to Clyde Donovan's Army of Darkness. Also the group I am in. Two things to say here, yes, the name is gay as hell, I had no part in it. And yes, the whole enemies thing is my fault. I tried stealing a jewel from them two years ago and not only did I fail, but after that the barbarians decided we were enemies to them.

So if I were to tell this boy I was Feldspar the Thief, I would most likely be killed. If I were to tell him my name was Craig Tucker, he'd probably find out everything about me and come kill me in my sleep. Either way, it's not looking too good. Thankfully, the boy lowered his lantern and backed away.

"Come with me," He said, grabbing both my wrists and dragging me behind him. He is surprisingly strong. I'm no longer thankful for him backing up because now he's probably taking me to boss and then that will somehow lead to my death. Why did I have to go exploring.

He led me into a building which was lit up on the inside from a multitude of torches on the wall. I got a better look at this boy and he looked a whole lot more beautiful now that I could see him better.

He walked down a set of stairs that were practically right smack in the middle of the room. Then the boy let go of my wrists and pushed me into a room. I fell over from the sudden movement. God, i'm really making a fool of myself down here. I look up to see a man much taller and bigger than that other boy standing in front of me. I quickly stood up.

"Who's this?" The man grumbled out.

"I don't know, wouldn't tell me. I found him lurking in the forest," the boy told him.

"Hey! I was not lurking. I told you, I was exploring," I blurted out in defence of myself, which I quickly regret.

"Exploring for what?" The taller man asked.

"Nothing in particular. I wanted to see if anything was in here." I responded quick as to not upset him.

"And what is your name?" Just the question I was hoping he wouldn't ask.

"Feldspar," I replied. Better him know that than my actual name, don't want them going after my family or just knowing it in general.

"Feldspar.. the Thief?" He asked slowly. I nodded. "Tweek. Go get me Stan." I looked behind me to see that boy was leaving. So his name was Tweek? Unique.

He came back with someone, assumingely Stan. The tall guy whispered something in Stans ear. Then Stan took a pair of handcuffs from him and used it to cuff my hands behind my back.

"Wait, hold on. What the fuck is happening?" I asked, trying to keep my hands far apart to avoid being cuffed. It didn't work as Stan and Tweek each grabbed one hand and tugged it behind me.

Stan grabbed the part of my cape that was tied around my neck and pulled me out of the room.

"Where are you taking me?" I demanded. He didn't respond and instead shoved me into another room where I fell yet again. I looked back up to see he'd locked me in a cell. Great. I go for a harmless exploration journey and end up being captured by some fucking barbarians.

Stan walked away. How the hell am I supposed to get out of here? I'm a thief, not an escape artist. There was nothing in here, no window, no bed, not even a chair. Just three walls and a big metal bar door. I sat down on the floor and leaned my back against the far back wall.

I know no one in my group will come looking for me, considering the fact we have no missions and no where to be, so they'd think I was off stealing on my own. By the time they realized I was gone i'd already be dead. I should probably get a better mindset. Realistically I won't be killed, maybe just tortured and held for ransom.

"Hey." My head shot up from the ground to see a girl with long, curly blonde hair standing in front of the door with both hands clasped around the metal bars.

"I've never seen you here," She spoke again.

"Hi. Think you could let me out?" I asked, standing up and walking towards her.

"No, I couldn't do that. But maybe for a kiss I can make something happen," She smiled. Not an evil one, but a genuine one.

"Will you actually?" I'm don't really want to kiss some random girl, but if she can seriously get me out then it's really whatever. Beats sitting in here.

She took one hand away and pulled a key from her pocket. "It unlocks the door."

"Alright, Whatever." I sighed and stuck an arm through the gap in the bars and pulled her face up real close. I mentally shook my head at how desperate i've become, despite being in here ten minutes. Still, I don't want to be here at all.

I connected our lips for a quick five seconds before pulling away. She looked more happy than before.

"Handsome and a good kisser? Hope you didn't do anything too bad," She laughed slightly before handing me the key and walking away. I wiped my mouth and spit on the floor before unlocking the door. Now i've just got to get out of here without being caught. Which might be hard considering there were many people wandering around the area.

do tweek and unique rhyme? idk. anywho im prolly rushing this but its whatevet ive got things to get to