Reawoken Flames 《{ CraigxTweek }》

Chapter 20: The Shot

"Agh!"

The initial hit didn't hurt me, but my back and shoulder cracking against the concrete did.

"Happy to see me again?" Cartman laughed.

"Nah." I coughed. "You just ruined the party."

"Well, I have a little gift to make up for it."

I wanted to stand up and run away, but a crack to the knee the day before ensured that escape was an impossibility.

He finagled around in his back pocket as he stood over me, pulling out a syringe from his pocket. It was filled with a brownish liquid. I recognized it instantly.

Black Tar Heroin.

"Remember this? Your old friend?" Cartman laughed as he kneeled, putting his knees against my chest. I thought an elephant was lying on me.

"Get that shit away from me!" I cried out. I had cleaned myself up of this shit years ago, and he was going to ruin all of that progress.

"Mmm. 5mg of this baby." He pulled the plastic cap off of the needle and grabbed my arm, holding it down and drawing the needle close. I was too weak to fight back.

"It probably won't kill you, but it'll be enough to get you hooked again. If that isn't enough incentive to leave South Park, I don't know what is. You'll want that fix more than you want that twig of a human."

I jerked and pulled my arm, but it was no use. The needle was centimeters away from my arm. I closed my arms, and for the first time in about a week, I felt myself start to cry. I couldn't be strong for Tweek. I loved him, but now I was about to get fucked up again. I wished for death rather than this.

I heard a click across the room. Cartman must have heard it too since he turned his head.

"Get off of him. NOW!"

A trembling voice I never thought I'd hear again echoed around the room. Cartman instantly dropped the needle next to my arm and stood up, putting his hands above his head.

"Ah, if it isn't the shaky little faggot princess."

"Back up, or I will shoot you."

I sat up on my elbows. There Tweek was, standing in front of me like an angel. I had never been more terrified yet turned on by this man before in my life.

"Are you okay, Craig?"

I nodded. "Better, now that you're here."

Cartman scoffed, unmoving from his spot next to me. "You aren't going to shoot me. You don't have the guts to."

"Don't tempt me. I know how to use this thing." He was trying to sound confident, but I could hear the anxiety in his voice.

"Then do it, gaywad. Shoot me."

Tweek swallowed, the gun starting to shake more and more in his hands. He closed his eyes and pulled the trigger. The sound made my body tense up, but I watched Tweek. The gun recoiled and smacked him in the forehead, and the bullet missed Cartman. It bounced against the concrete between us and then seemed to disappear.