Brainwashed Hatred

Chapter 17

It was now day 3 for the heroes. Kenny and Butters slept together at Butters's house, Marie slept at her house, Craig hadn't slept at all for the past 3 days, and Tweek currently was fast asleep in the middle of the road outside of Cartman's destroyed house, which had managed to stay out of police surveillance thanks to Craig. Tweek, who had believed he could make it back to the Coon Lair after dropping Marie off at her place, was mistaken. He was awakened in the early morning by the sound of cars driving by, the drivers (like all South Park residents) not seeming to care if they ran over the blond or not.

Craig sat in the basement, as he had for a great majority of his time for the past 3 days. The police were, unsurprisingly, held up with trying to get the town under control, which was obviously not working. He knew that Noah would most likely be here for a while longer, but there was only so much that could be done for the prisoner and his injuries.

"I need a smoke," he muttered as he headed out of the decrepit house and onto the street, where he spotted Tweek sitting in the road. He had, currently, left Noah alone in the lair, so he found himself followed by the man's annoying yelling.

A particularly large car was going down the road as Craig headed over to Tweek. Tweek then finally decided to stand up and get off the road, joining Craig on the sidewalk. The driver flipped them off as he sped off, warranting Craig's identical return gesture and Tweek's angry response. "F-Fuck you, too!!" Tweek rubbed his neck, still looking quite tired.

Craig then turned to Tweek, doing his best not to be mad, though he was mostly just tired. "Why were you in the middle of the road. You could've gotten run over." Craig started digging through his pockets for his smokes; however, he was so focused on Tweek that he forgot he had left them on the table in the lair.

"Well, after I took Marie home, I tried to get back here. But, I guess I was so tired I just fell asleep." He looked toward the house at the sound of Noah's yelling.

Craig sighs and ruffles Tweek's hair. "Well, at least you were able to get some sleep. The police haven't gotten around to grabbing Noah, though with his being a prisoner it is a bit hard to explain to them. Anyway, he's awake in the daytime now, so what do you think we should do?"

"Maybe we should get an opinion from the others?"

"Yeah, that would probably be the best option. If you don't want to go down there, then we can chill up here. I'm going to text the others about Noah."

Craig took out his phone, sending out the same message to everyone: Meet at the lair if you can. We got Noah to deal with right now.

Kenny woke up groggily, slowing realizing that he was not in his own house. At the last second, he finally noticed Butters, dressed as Marjorine, sleeping next to him. Kenny didn't want to wake up Butters, so he just laid there, awkwardly, hiding his face in his scarf and internally screaming. Butters squirmed a bit in his sleep, bringing his face into the crook of Kenny's neck. Kenny gently poked his cheek, his own face becoming a brighter and brighter red. "Butters?" He asked quietly, his voice cracking.

Butters slowly opened his eyes and yawned. "Mm... good morning..."

"Y-Yeah, um... we should, uh, get going? To the lair?"

Butters gasped, completely waking up. "Oh god, right!" He shot up and off the couch, rushing up the stairs to change. Kenny put back on his mask and gloves. Mysterion was back. A minuter passed and Butters returned, now in his Chaos costume. "Alright! Let's get going!" Butters practically fell out of the house, cartwheeling onto the sidewalk and running towards Cartman's. Mysterion followed, sprinting down the street at Butter's side.

Marie slowly sat up in her bed, sunlight scattering across her blanket. She stretched and checked the clock next to her. When she realized she had overslept, she gasped loudly and fell off the bed. She quickly got changed back into CC and walked to her window. Just as she was opening it, her bedroom door slammed open and her foster father walked. Even in the early morning, he swayed drunkenly into the room. "YOU LITTLE-" he shouted before throwing an empty liquor bottle directly at her.

She flung herself out of the window just as the bottle smashed into her arm, cutting into her skin. She managed to land on her feet, taking off down the road to the lair.

Craig and Tweek stood together on the sidewalk as CC, Butters, and Mysterion all ran by and into the basement. He figured by their timing that they hadn't gotten the message, but had simply arrived on their own volition. He looked from Tweek to the house and back to Tweek, unsure of what to do. "Are you okay to... or would you? Shit..." He ran his hand through his hair, sighing. He was so tired he didn't even know how to talk right.

He looked back at the house, worried that they would all kill Noah at the sight and sound of him. He led Tweek into the house and sat him down on the living room couch. He then headed down into the lair. If Noah died, he didn't want Tweek to see another death. Granted, he didn't want CC to see either. But as he reached the bottom of the staircase, he could hear CC yelling, certain that she may kill Noah herself.

"Listen here, you icy bitch, if you don't shut your goddamn mouth, I will scratch out your fucking eyes. Do I make myself clear?!" CC had Noah by the collar of his shirt and was practically growling out of her teeth.

"Oh, you think I'm scared of you, you furry slut?" Noah laughed smugly. CC had him completely up against the bars of the cage, causing his voice to be slightly altered by the pressure on his face.

"You should be scared, asshole." Mysterion stood close to the cage with his arms crossed.

Craig moved past Mysterion over to the cage, leaning down and resting his arm on the cold metal. "I wasn't there when you were the abominable fucking snowman, but I HAVE had enough of you since you got down here, so unless you want one of us to kill you right now, I suggest you shut your mouth."

"Then do it, Superman! I've had enough of your stories anyway!"

"Stories?" Butters asked, going over and standing by Mysterion. "What is he talking about Craig?"

Craig resisted the strange urge to laugh. He walked from the cage to the table, grabbing one of his cigarettes and lighting it. "I never mentioned to you all. This isn't the first time he has been awake. When I attempted to interrogate him, it became clear to me that he was... lacking, in the memory department. So, I took the time to refresh him, though he refuses to believe Noah is even his name." Craig took a long drag of his cigarette. Nobody dared speak.

"Unless he remembers, he is useless to us and to the police. They won't want him, not like this."

Another pause, another drag.

"So, we should decide. What now?"