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

15

After being tortured with three broken fingers and a broken nose for half an hour straight, I'm tied up alongside the others onto a long metal pole that runs along the wall.

Everything in my body is screaming in pain so it's hard to pinpoint where I was actually punched or kicked. I'm pretty sure I was stabbed too but I have no way of telling right now.

"Hey, are you okay?" Kenny whispers in a soft voice once Mitch and his guards leave the room, "they got you pretty bad."

"No shit." I mutter.

"They won't be gone long, Mitch and his crew, but it'll be long enough for us to talk, if you feel like it," Kenny gives me a smile despite the wound on their face, "did you see Butters or Karen when you were in that room or are they safe?"

"Oh..." I hesitate, "I'm super sorry but... Mitch has them."

Kenny's face falls.

"They wouldn't hurt Karen would they?" I ask, "Mitch can't be that much of a monster."

Kenny laughs. It's not a 'I found this funny' laugh. It's a disgusted laugh.

"Mitch murderered Kyle's brother with his own bare hands in front of us all. Ike was only eight, of course he'd hurt Karen. He's a sick and twisted bastard who will stop at nothing," They take a breath and blink a couple of times, possibly to prevent spilling tears, "Craig, I need to be honest. I know where Wendyl is."

"What?"

"Kyle told me to hide him. I'm the only one who knows where he is, but I can't tell Mitch. If he finds out I knew this whole time he'll kill me, maybe all of us if he gets angry enough."

"Why didn't you tell him when this all started? We're all half dead anyway."

"D-Dude, if you think handing Wendyl over will solve all of our problems then you've got another thing coming!" Tweek pipes up, "Mitch is f-fucking ruthless. He'll probably fuck Wendyl to death and then either kill us all or enslave us."

The doors open and Mitch returns, dragging Karen in by the hair. She's screaming, crying, begging for him to stop, to let her go, but obviously he ignores her.

He pushes her to the floor and looks Kenny in the eyes, smirking. Whilst he's distracted, Karen surges up and bites onto his fat, meaty fingers, squeezing hard. Blood trickles down her lips and onto the floor.

"You little shit!" Mitch roars.

He kicks her right in the face until she falls over and releases him. She spits a mouthful of blood onto the already bloody carpet and glares at Mitch.

"Touch me again and I'll do it with your dick." She growls.

"Ultimate badass!" Kenny cheers.

Mitch wipes his bloody fingers onto his camo shorts and whips a walkie talkie from his pocket with his other hand.

"Bring in the other two," he commands. He pauses as he listens to the answer and rolls his eyes, "yes, I mean it. Do it now or you'll join them, Francis."

He slips the walkie-talkie back into his pocket and spins on his heels to face us. A huge grin is plastered on his face, giving me an uneasy feeling.

"We're going to have some fun," he tells us. He begins pacing in front of us, "we're going to play a game. Does anybody have a gun?"

He stops in front of Kyle and bends over until their noses are almost touching.

"You do, don't you Kyle?" He asks with a false smile as he pulls a handgun from Kyle's pocket, "don't think I didn't know about this. I knew from the start you were hiding something."

He throws the gun in the air and catches it again whilst stepping away from Kyle and back to Karen. By now, Francis and the other guard have started dragging Stan and Butters in the room.
They're both struggling to the best of their ability, now that they're awake, by planting their heels into the floor to make dragging them harder and trying to bite the guards.

"These two are a handful, sir." Francis informs Mitch, who merely shrugs.

He waves a hand for the two guards to leave once they've pushed the two boys to the floor beside Karen. When they leave, he pulls a roll of duct tape from one of his pockets and waves it in front of their faces.

"Heidi, hold them whilst I tape their mouthes."

A guard I hadn't noticed kneels behind Stan and holds his head in place while Mitch places a strip of tape over his mouth. She does the same with Butters and Karen, and I'm surprised she actually managed to stop them moving their heads since she doesn't look very strong.

She also looks a little different to the other guards. She's wearing the tank top, camo shorts and steel toe boots, but she's also wearing a motorcycle helmet. Maybe it's in case we decide to fight back, but I have no idea why she has it.
She's also surprisingly silent, most of the other guards have spoken so far.

"So the game involves one of you... who should I choose..?" Mitch looks at us all whilst humming in thought. He stops suddenly, staring right at me, "New boy! We'll use you."

Heidi cuts one of my ropes and drags me to my feet. Jesus, she is strong.
She places me in front of Stan, Butters and Karen, with my back to the rest of the group.

"Now Craig, I'm going to need you to hold this when your ropes are cut," Mitch tells me, gesturing to the gun, "and shoot one of these lovely people."

He gestures to the three on the floor. Their eyes widen and they shake their heads violently, screaming behind the tape.

"If you shoot one of them, I'll let the Wendy thing go." He adds.

"He's mad!" Tweek yells.

"Don't do it, Craig!" Kenny adds.

I can feel my heartbeat quicken as my wrists are freed. Mitch grabs my hand and places the gun into it. Luckily it's the one with the least amount of broken fingers.

"So, who will it be?" He whispers into my ear.