Lethal Fixation

Fixation (Timeline B Ending)

A/N: This is one of the timeline paths in which the final scene could've gone, had things not ended as they did...

Timeline B:

In which Kenny doesn't kiss Stan as a diversion.

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The sting of fresh air fills Craig's deprived lungs as he slams open the roof door of the decaying building. He instantly finds his target with his eyes and walks towards it.

"Stop all this pointless running around," Craig says, "just accept my release already. You have nowhere else to go."

He couldn't understand this senseless struggle to escape. Was this not what was wanted? Was this not what his hero—no— Kenny wanted?

Kenny's watching him now. Closely. Craig didn't mind though, he'd be glad if he was the last thing he'd see. Slowly, he makes his way over to his two cornered prey. Would they try to run again? He'd be ready.

Craig's gaze shifts for a split second to Marsh. Rage and sickness fills him at the mere sight of him. If he wasn't here...

His gaze quickly shifts again, this time to his foot. He stops when noticing the roof curve and wane under him. He was being led into a trap. His gaze shifts back up to Kenny's.

"Shit..." Kenny mutters.

Craig slowly smirks, having pieced together what he'd been planning. His steps move forward, careful and calculated now.

"Nice try," he sneers.

As Craig nears with the knife held up in his hand, his theory about the two trying to run is proven to be correct. Kenny tries to run, with Marsh in his grasp, around Craig in as big of an area as they can. They're quick. But Craig is quicker. The lack of having to drag around extra dead weight, gave him the clear advantage in this scenario.

The two don't even have time to respond properly, until it's too late. Until Craig rams into Marsh's side. Until Kenny's grip is torn from him. Until Marsh is already falling to his death.

Time for Kenny only seems to move, when his gaze involuntarily falls onto Marsh's dead body, now resting at the foot of the building. Where nothing but a splattered grotesque mess of clumped flesh and protruding broken bones now rested.

" Stan !" Kenny screeches, hysterical.

His body trembles, wet heavy sobs heave from his chest. Breathes seem to escape him, unable to be grasped in his lungs. Craig watches him silently, unable to understand why he was making such a scene over someone who was now nothing but brain-matter on the pavement. Marsh was gone. And yet he still cared about that deceased asshole.

Craig lifts up his knife, pressing the tip of it gently to Kenny's cheek. A tear is collected on it, just before Kenny stumbles away from him, falling backwards onto the roof. His gaze wide and filled with dread.

"You want to die too, don't you?" Craig asks.

Kenny doesn't reply, his gaze only briefly shifts to the edge of the building. Was he going to jump? Craig wondered. But a subtle tremble in Kenny's closed grip told him otherwise. No . Craig answers. He was too afraid to look over and see his mangled corpse again.

There's a small smile that plays across Craig's lips. Something was slowly returning to him in Kenny's demeanor. Something that was... His .

"Hey, do you want to come back to me?" he asks, crouching down in front of the other. Kenny's eyes widen in terror and Craig cocks his head slightly, "Marsh is no longer here anymore. And I'm willing to forgive you, if you come with me. If not, then..." Craig glances over the side of the building, "over the side you go with him," he looks back, "well?"

Kenny's shoulders stiffen, but he doesn't reply, still seeming too distraught over the death. It was alright though, Craig had more than enough of an answer regardless. He knew Kenny wouldn't run again. Not when Marsh was now gone. It was enough of a confirmation for him to wrap his arms around the other, and be met with no resistance.

Kenny was his again.

All his.

"Welcome back... my hero..."

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The events that followed after Craig had pushed and killed Marsh off the roof, didn't really affect him too much. Life went about as normal for him. He attended school, went to his classes and spent time with his family, despite how annoying it could all be. Things were just about the same as usual for him.

Except for two things.

First was his hero. He'd been elated that he had returned to him. The time they spent together was wonderful, now that there weren't any annoying interruptions around. His hero had been so good too now that he was back, he no longer acted out of line and did everything precisely as Craig said, without question. Craig couldn't be happier to finally have his hero obey him. Although he did feel for his hero at times, especially whenever he caught him sleeping peacefully, only to wake from a terrible nightmare. But it was alright, he was here for him, he'd give him a sedative to help him relax and quell the screams once more.

Like how he had a few minutes ago, as he lie next to him, bare in bed, stroking his disheveled blond hair. He'd need to give him a wash later.

"You have another nightmare, my hero?" Craig murmurs next to his ear.

There's no response. There never was now. But Craig didn't mind.

"You really should stop thinking about his body, or I may start to feel jealous," Craig teases, running a finger along his chin.

His hero only stares at the ceiling, unbothered and catatonic.

Craig looks him over, then smiles. He closes his eyes and hugs him. This was truly the happiest he'd ever been.

"I think once high school ends, we should move in together. Somewhere in the city," Craig says, placing a palm flat against the chest underneath it, "so no one will ever bother us again."

While he was glad to have so much of his hero for himself now, it still wasn't enough. Other people were still getting in the way and he didn't want that. Any small chance there was of something getting in his way, he wanted to prune as soon as possible. He'd never let anyone, or anything, ever get in the way of him and his hero again.

Craig plays with the idea of them living together. They'd have lots of new things to experience once they did. The thought of it made him wrap his arms tightly around the other in anticipation for it.

The body moves limply in his hold, it'd been a feeling that Craig had also grown used to rather quickly. His hero may not have reacted like he once did, but it was alright, Craig didn't mind if he was a bit broken, like a doll. Because it meant he'd never try to run again. That from now until the end of time, his hero would belong to him. His hero would be home.

He didn't need anyone else but him. Not his family. Not his friends. Not Marsh .

Ugh, Marsh.

What was it that the second thing was again? Oh right, there were missing posters all over town of him. Not that they'd help much. Marsh's body was buried somewhere no one would ever find it.

Craig had made sure of that.

Made sure Marsh never touched his hero ever again.

END

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A/N: This is but one timeline...