Those Who Show Mercy, Don't Receive Any

Chapter 7: Comforting Gone Wrong

Craig Tucker

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I'm finally awake. Finally, Awake. I'm so tired and exhausted. I feel my head and there is one big ol bump on it which isn't bothersome since I can just heal it and get it over with but I'm literally just exhausted. And my back hurts like crazy. I slowly get up and turn my lower half then my upper half towards the television and stand up as slowly as I can. As slowly as I possibly can. But my body can't bear it. It's been awhile since i've been like this because of a little injury. But i can't help it. I haven't been used to recovering my injuries since I've always depended on human medical treatment. Even though my injury was treatable with regenerative abilities. As i stood up once more to test if i can still function i can but at a slow pace. Little did I know the injury was dangerous for I ended up with a concussion as well. I slowly healed myself on the couch.

I see my mother slowly walk down the stairs and right towards me. Pretending I was asleep was a bad decision. I have been met with great demise because of this but this time instead of getting scolded, she sat and cried out. I felt awful about everything. Was I an awful son? I wondered, but she then stood up and just left. My father followed an hour later, probably work related stuff.

After they left I stood up with my injury fully healed I walked up the stairs into my bedroom that was right next to the guest bedroom were Tweek was staying. 'Being a high status angel really does give you the benefits don't it,' i wondered. Then I heard muffled crying from the next room which was honestly weird for me. After all, I've only ever heard my mother and Tricia cry but never a man.

I gather the courage to get up and waddle my way to Tweeks temporary room in the dead of night. Upon opening the door I was met with him crying into a pillow as his wings were covering him in a fetal position. Why was he crying? The question popped in my mind. I sat next to him on the bed forgetting how soft it was. He slowly peered to look at me as I faced him.

"What do you want?" Tweek said probably pissed about the fact that I was interrupting the moment he was having.

"I just..." I paused then proceeded to open my mouth again, "I just wanted to check up on you since i heard you crying.. My parents left a while ago." I say trying to ease the mess i walked into, or what i made into. I sit next to him in hopes that he can just understand me. As I sit near him his sobs become cries of pain. I rush to his side wondering what could be wrong. For the first time in my life I cared about someone.

He stared at me with puffy red eyes. Eyes that might as well have been demonic. He grabs my wrist as he pulls me in for what I thought was going to be a kiss, but for a tight hug. He squeezed me so tightly that I thought I was about to faint all over again. He just sobbed and cried while I had the most gayest thoughts known to man.

"You know, you don't have to be such a cry baby. We can talk about whatever is on your mind.'' I said out loud. He slightly turned his head towards me as I stared right at his eyes. Cloudy and red from crying for who knows how long.

"what." He says, staring at me with his eyes. His eyes look like the sea before a storm, calm and soothing.

"I'm over here crying because I have been such a disappointment because I've been putting you and your sister in danger and I don't know what to do anymore. Craig I've been so patient with you in fact I even told you we can be open with each other yet it seems you are against me no matter what I do." He pauses. "Its like you hate me with a burning passion, like how a demon would hate an angel." He looks at me almost as if he knows what i am. Almost as if he knows that i am a demon.

"Tell me Craig, why do you hate me so much? Despite me even opening myself to you?" He says in a mumbled tone. I'm not angry at him. I'm not even mad at him. I'm not sure why he thinks I'm mad at him when I'm not. Was it my tone or my actions that made him like this? probably , but still though i'm not upset.

"I'm not upset, I never was. What made you get this idea of me being upset with you?" I questioned him.

"The way you've been towards me, almost as if I'm the one here to blame. One day you act kind and the next you ignore me!" He answered back. So it was about the way I acted towards him . I got it.

"But that's how I am . I've been this way for as long as I can remember even when I was a kid." I answered back , not sure of what more he wants from me. Or what more he needs from me. I can give him everything he ever wanted some way or another because I truly care about him despite him being the one to kill me.

"I can tell jackass." he replied back.

"Excuse me?" I responded

"You heard me Craig, You want to play this stupid game then let's do it." He retorted

"What game?! What are you talking about?" I questioned back. I was shocked. What was he even talking about? What game are we playing?

A cold pair of arms wrapped around my neck so quickly I didn't have time to think. He stared at me almost like he was willing to kill me here and now. I wanted to push him back but the strength around my neck became unbearable. I started kicking and scratching at his hands. He wouldn't budge an inch.

"Please.. I can't breathe Tweek," I gasped out as I scratched at his hands. "Please, Tweek."

He still wouldn't budge. Not even if I began to plead. How did this happen? Why was this happening? Was I really gonna let him kill me like this.. I would, wouldn't I.

"I've been such a disappointment, I've literally putten you in danger so many times at least 10 times in the past, yet I try my best to keep you safe and this is what I get for payment. Am I really that sick to you enough to be treated this way?" he spat out, as he sobbed, his tears falling down my face as I gave up trying to fight back. The only thing rushing through my mind was memories of my time on earth and the time I spent in hell.

I lived a pretty shitty life with absent parents most of the time yet they cared deeply for me. I'm such a horrible son.

"Please Tweek.. Let me go.." I gasped as I could feel the tension on my face as I could see my nose turn a purplish blue color. I made a last effort and reached for Tweek's cheek, placing it softly on his cheek washing the tears that poured out his blue eyes. I wondered what pain those eyes have to witness to become the person he has become into as I slowly closed my eyes .

"Look at me Craig!" Tweek cried out as he continued to place pressure on my neck. I felt myself suffocating

I closed my eyes and tried to breath my last breath, knowing that he was worth dying for.

I felt my hand fall as I stared into the darkness into nothing.

Notes---- 

You see i wouldn't go that far if someone pisses me off but like at the same time id do some stupid shit like that.