{Complete} Love is infectious ~ Tweek x Craig / Craig of the Dead fan fiction

14

Screaming.

Somebody is screaming nearby and it's making my pounding headache ten times worse. I feel hungover, but I know that's not possible.

I open my tired eyes to find my wrists tightly tied to a table leg with rope in a room I don't recognise. I'm not even going to bother to attempt to free myself.

The room is quite small and only contains a few tables, chairs and what appears to be a refrigerator. It could be some kind of break room.
There's a double door in front of me that takes up the majority of the wall and two of Mitch's crew are guarding it. They're both armed with guns, the same ones the girls had.

I look to my left to see Stan lying against the wall, still unconscious and also tied to a table leg. His right eye is bruised and his lip is busted, which doesn't look good.
On my right is Karen who is sobbing quietly.

"Karen," I whisper, prodding her with my knee, "what's going on?"

She shakes her head and shuffles away from me as far as she can. I am momentarily offended, until I see that she is trying to get closer to Butters, who I hadn't noticed until now.

Butters is also still unconscious and has a dart thing sticking out of his forearm. They must have been some kind of tranquilliser dart, but where would Mitch get something like that?

I crane my neck to try and see anybody else, but it's just me, Stan, Karen and Butters.

"Hey you!" One of the guards yells suddenly, almost making me crap my pants, "stop crying. It's getting on my fucking nerves."

Karen wipes her eyes with her shoulders since her hands are tied and tries to control her breathing.

The guard pulls a walkie-talkie from his pocket and holds it to his mouth.

"This is Francis. Another of the captives is awake." he says into it.

I can't hear the response, but he smirks at me.

"We're gonna have a lot of fun with you, kid."

He walks over to me and pulls out a pocket knife. My eyes widen as he brings it closer to me, his dark eyes watching my every move, begging for me to scream or fight back. I don't give him what he wants.

Francis slices through one of the ropes on my hands and then grabs me by my collar.
He cut the rope connecting me to the table, not the one binding my wrists together. Crap.

"Stop! Don't take him away!" Karen cries, "Stop!"

"Shut her up." Francis tells the other guard, who nods.

I'm pulled by the collar out of the room and into another. This room is much larger and appears to be some kind of auditorium. A large projector board is showing Mitch Connor's stupid smug face with the caption 'our leader, our ruler, our saviour.'

I'm harshly thrown onto the floor and yanked up to my knees by my hair. Stood in front of me is Mitch Connor himself, with his hand in my hair.

"So, you're the new member of this pitiful group I've heard about?" He scoffs, "well, as long as you're cooperative..."

"Don't tell him anything!" Tricia yells from behind him.

I look past his fat body to see the rest of the group against a wall. I don't know if they're tied or not since I can't tell from over here, but I'm assuming they are otherwise they'd have made an attempt to escape by now.

Everybody is awake and looks badly beaten.

Tricia's nose is (or has been) bleeding, her face is badly swollen and hair is sticking to some blood on her left temple.

Kyle has a large boot print on his face, suggesting he was kicked. He's got a black eye and a long cut on his right arm.

Kenny has a similar cut to Kyle's but on his cheeks. It stretches from his ears to the corner of his lips, like the Joker. It doesn't appear to be deep enough to leave a bad scar, but it doesn't look like it'll heal quickly. His nose also appears to be broken.

Tweek is the worst of all. His face is so covered in blood that is looks like his skin is red. One of his shoulders is also covered in blood and judging from the size of the wound I'm guessing he's been shot, and it looks recent. It needs to be treated quick, but obviously Mitch won't let that happen.
His left leg is also bent at an unnatural angle.

Then I notice Kevin and Clyde. The two of them are dead and slumped beside Tweek. Oh god.

Mitch snaps his fingers in my face.

"Look at me, not them," he orders. He kneels down in front of me and puts on a kinder face, "I don't want to hurt anybody else. I just want to know where Wendy is. She's making me very impatient."

He pulls a crumpled photograph out of his jacket pocket. It's of him and Wendyl, but Wendyl's hair is a lot longer and he looks dead inside. You can clearly tell he was unhappy in the relationship.

"You seen her?" Mitch asks, pointing to Wendyl, "Can you tell me where she is?"

I gather as much saliva as I can and spit in his face. He flinches.

"Go Craig!" Kenny cheers.

Mitch calmly wipes his face with his sleeve and shoves the photograph back into his pocket, but then roughly grabs me by the hair and shoves me onto the floor.
Since my hands are tied behind me, there's nothing to stop me face-planting the stained carpet.

"Tell. Me. Where. She. Is!" Mitch demands, stomping on the back of my head with each word.

I feel my nose crack and I have to bite my lip tightly to stop myself screaming. Blood quickly fills my mouth and I spit it onto then carpet.

Mitch rips my head from the floor and forces me to look at him. I'm inches away from his face and I can feel his hot breath on my face.

"Never." I snarl.

Mitch sighs and releases me. I face-plant the floor again and hiss in pain as I hit my nose. I do my best to sit up, but it's difficult when you've got no hands.

I hear Mitch click his fingers and watch his boots walk away from me, only to be replaced by a similar but smaller looking pair.

"Someone is going to tell me where Wendy is," Mitch tells the others whilst pacing the floor, "and they are going to tell me now otherwise he will suffer like you all have."

"We ain't telling you shit, Mitch." Kyle snaps.

Mitch stops pacing in front of Kyle. He grabs his hair and forces him to look up at his ugly face. He then pulls his head down and knees him in the nose. There's a disgusting crack and blood trickles from his nostrils and down his lips.

"Tommy. Cut his ropes." Mitch commands.

The guard in front of me grabs my wrists from behind my back and slices through them with a pocket knife similar to Francis'. He doesn't allow me enough time to appreciate it since he immediately ties my left hand to my left foot and forces me to hold out my right hand with my fingers outstretched.

"Tell me where Wendy is." Mitch demands for what seems like the millionth time.

"Change the record, will ya?" Kenny rolls his eyes.

Mitch nods at Tommy.

He grabs my index finger and starts bending it backwards.

"Shitshitshitshitshit." I hiss, trying to pull my wrist away, but his grip is too tight.

"The pain will go away if you tell me where she is." Mitch begins pacing again, his cape sweeping across the floor with each step.

"I don't fucking know where she is." I admit through gritted teeth.

Mitch sighs and waves a hand at Tommy.

Crack