Brainwashed Hatred

Chapter 8

Tweek and CC sat in stunned silence for a few minutes.

"No, you're wrong. We would never..." Tweek stuttered, still trying to fully process what the professor said. He barely moved. He was too afraid to move.

"Don't you blame this on me, coward... you sent your minions out after us. Did you really think we would just stand there and not fight back?! You started this, and if you really think we will just join your side, your dead wrong!" CC growled, her nails scratching at the metal arms of the chair. "All we came here for was to figure out who was behind the slaughter at the police station! We were concerned! And you should be too!"

Chaos frowned. "Concerned? Concerned?! Why, why were you? No one is ever truly concerned for others, CC. Not for strangers, they aren't. You understand that, don't you? Don't tell me, are you really that stupid?! All I wanted was to be accepted, but I was pushed away. NO ONE CARED! And yet those people get cared about. You were- oh, how did you put it? CONCERNED? But not me? Why-"

Chaos chocked, his eyes welling up with tears. "W-Why... all I can be is bad, is that it? I want to be good... I-I just..." He sniffled as he tried to wipe away his tears.

"Butters?" Tweek whispered. He had stopped shaking, now completely focused on his friend. 

CC too was completely still. "Butters... it's okay. We are here for you. You don't have to be bad! You can join us, you can come back to the Freedom Pals! Please, Butters..." She didn't know what else to say or do.

Butters sniffled again, tears continuing to roll down his cheeks. He slowly nodded before silently unlocking their shackles. As the two stood up, he set the key to the shackles on the metal tray. CC slowly stepped forward, outstretching her arms slightly towards Butters, not wanting to force herself on him. When he looked up at her, he began to loudly sob. He rushed forward, nearly knocking her over as he hugged her tightly.

CC smiled brightly as she hugged Butters, swaying a bit side-to-side as they embraced. Tweek joined in on the hug, shaking a bit. "Don't worry, Butters, we don't hate you. We are just glad you are okay." Tweek soothed, giving a small sigh afterwards.

After a minute, the three broke apart, Tweek and Butters smiling. CC wasn't, though, her face serious with thought. "Butters, what about that guy with you?"

"Noah? Oh, god, I don't know. He is probably still outside with Karen and Kenny."

Butters hurried to the door, unlocking and opening it quickly. Tweek and CC followed him out into the lair and then outside. Before any of them could say a word, a terrifying roar rang through the air.

Mysterion and Karen stood outside, blocked out of the lair by the horde of Mexicans. They could leave, but they knew better than to abandon their friends. They stood watching as Noah returned to the main room, closing the other door behind him. As he walked over to the two, they could soon see the devilish smirk on his face. He was loving this.

"Let them go! What are you even going to do to them?!" Karen yelled at Noah with her teeth barred.

"Relax, you brat. Your friends won't be harmed." He voice alone was sickening, every word enunciated with unbridled vile. His eyes seemed to burn into her mind. It made her sick.

Mysterion was still in a state of shell shock. What had happened to Butters. He loved the boy more than anything, which seemed to make this all the worse. Even at the sound of Noah's words he stood expressionless. All he could do was crawl deeper into the darkness of his mind; he felt as though he had no other option.

"Please!!" She was on the brink of breaking down. "We just wanted to see if Butters was okay, we didn't mean any harm!"

"You should've thought about that before trespassing..." Every second that passed seemed to darken his eyes with hate. But his smile stayed, appearing to widen if nothing else. "Trust me," he started with a wink, "You will soon discover the full extent of this operation with those pathetic little friends of yours."

Karen's felt disgusted by this man who was winking at her. He was enjoying this, she knew that for certain. Her face began to turn red hot. She huffed before turning to her brother. "Kenny, run." She whispered so Noah couldn't hear. Mysterion eyes seemed to refocus as he heard her, but they held a look of uncertainty. "I can't leave you here." He whispered back.

"You must," she insisted, making certain to still keep her voice low. "I wouldn't make it over the fence fast enough. But there is only four of us left and if all of us stay captured than all hope is lost. So, go." He still looked uncertain, but he simply nodded. He glanced up at Noah, who looked confused, then took off. In just a few seconds he had already jumped from the gate onto the other side, the minions useless in stopping him. 

He had just gotten out of sight when she felt her hair yanked again. Noah made her face him, then slapped her hard with the palm of his hand. Her cheek stung as she stood there dazed. She began to cry, barely feeling the tears that went down her hurt cheek. Her ears rang, but she could hear his laughter perfectly.

"Aw, the little bitch is going to cry her eyes out, is she?" He laughed harder, his spit flying onto her face. She glared up at him, clenching her fists hard enough to make her knuckles white. 

"Don't... call me... a BITCH!!" She screamed, bringing her fist full force into his nose. Pain shot into her arm as he stumbled backwards, clutching his face. Blood dribbled out between his fingers, puddling on the ground between his face. He brought his face up towards her, moving his hands away just enough so that she could she his broken, disfigured nose. His eyes burned as he barred his teeth. She tried to scream but couldn't. She couldn't move. She couldn't breath. She then found herself staring into the eyes of a hideous beast.