Brainwashed Hatred

Chapter 3

They could all hear the yelling getting closer, but the Coon saw the source of the sound too late. The fist of one of the homeless people connected with Coon's face, knocking them both off balance and on top of one another. "OH SHIT! HELP!" Coon regained himself quickly, trying to push the guy off him. The smell of alcohol filled Coon's senses, causing him to gag. He struggled under the guy, punching him over and over again.

Tweek shrieked when Coon yelled. "We gotta help him!!!" He shouted as he pulled Craig with him towards the drunkards. Tweek punched one of the men, who fell from the force of the impact. Craig punched another square in the jaw, teeth and blood flying out of the guy's mouth. The man who Tweek punched got back on his feet, but before he could get his revenge on Tweek, Craig moved between the two with his fists raised.

The men's senses seemed to return to them, even in their drunken stupor. They began to retreat, falling over themselves in the process. Tweek rushed forward in an attempt to attack them again. "Ngh! Let me at them cowards!" He screeched as Craig held him back, trying to look tough.

"No, Tweek, forget them." Craig put his arms around Tweek in an attempt to both comfort and restrain him.

"B-But, Craig!"

"Shh, Honey, calm down. It's okay."

Tweek looked at the other, finally beginning to calm down. He hugged Craig back. "Sorry... I-I can't stand watching m-my friends get hurt..."

"I know, I know. Just try to relax." Craig ran his fingers through the blonde's hair as he looked around for CC and Coon. He spotted CC standing nearby, looking distressed, and then Coon, who was kicking the homeless man who had started the scuffle. Coon's face was bruising where the man had punched him, but other than that, he seemed fine.

CC ran toward the couple. "You alright?" She asked, her tone serious, he tail swaying in an irritated fashion. She had wanted to help, but she saw that Craig had handled it well.

Craig nodded before speaking. "We are both fine. Coon seems... like himself." As Craig spoke, Coon continued to whale on the poor drunk. "What about you?" With one final kick, Coon finally let up. "FUCK YOU, HOMELESS BITCH!!!" He yelled, spitting on the man's bloody face.

Tweek shivered at Coon's outburst, but relaxed quickly after. This was normal Eric Cartman behavior. He gripped Craig's arm tightly, bringing his attention back to CC. "Y-Yeah... what Craig said." CC smiled at the two, doing her best to ignore Coon. "I'm alright... a little irritated, but I'm fine..." she admitted, crossing her arms over her chest. "You don't have to worry, Tweek, nobody is going to get hurt. After all, we are all here for each other, to protect each other... even if some people act like jerks." She cast a glare at Coon as she spoke the last part.

"Come on, guys, we have to get to the police station!" Coon yelled, waving to them to get going. Without waiting to see if they were following, he took off running down the sidewalk. CC, Craig, and Tweek took off after him, partly to make sure he didn't get into any more street fights with drunks.

At the sound of the gate rattling, Chaos ran out of the lair to investigate. "Who dares to trespass Professor Chaos' secret hideout- Oh, hiya, Noah!" His voice went from deep to normal as he realized who it was. "Sorry, I though you were a Coon Friend or Freedom Pal or whatever they are, ha ha." He chuckled nervously. He signaled Noah to follow him. "Come on, I need a bit of help over here!"

Noah shrugs as he follows. "I don't blame you for being cautious." Noah found himself starstruck by Butters. "Anyway, sure, I'll give you a hand."

Chaos walked back inside the lair, humming to himself as he did. He got back to work fixing the equipment, letting out a sigh as he attempted to "un-rust" it all. "A lot of this I will probably have to get rid of," he began sadly, "I just don't have the money for replacing all of this."

"If you need me to, I can pay for the replacements," Noah offers as he moves stuff around.

Chaos' face lit up. "Oh yes, please! That would really help Professor Chaos! Thank ya, Noah!" He smiled as he hugged Noah tightly.

Noah blushed fiercely as he attempted to laugh it off. "It's nothing, uh, I can afford it... so, um, what exactly do you need replaced?"

Chaos let Noah go and looked around. "Just a couple of weapons here and there need to be replaced, and then we are all good! While we do that, we hire some more minions to take out the Freedom Pals!" He cackled evilly as he went back to work, starting to phone minions that were nearby.