Stalker (Cryle)

Stay with me

Heidi's POV

Tweek woke me up by shaking my shoulders. "Heidi, wake up! We g-gonna find Craig and Kyle!" I didn't really care at first, he's probably just having a panic attack. I just mumbled in response, with my eyes still closed. "Yeah...that's why we are here. Go back to sleep Tweek, you need to rest." But my reply didn't convince him. "No, you don't get it! W-we know where they are!" Hearing this, immediately woke me up. "What, how?!" I nearly yelled at him. "No time for explaining, come on. I'll tell you e-everything later! We have t-to go before they move on!" I didn't ask anything, just jumped out of bed and followed him outside.

Once we got into the car, Tweek started going with full speed. "Okay, now that we're on our way. Can you please explain what the hell is going on?!" He started explaining it with a very worried look on his face. "I-I called my parents, I was feeling bad f-for leaving without telling them." I cut him off. "But you didn't tell them about what are we doing, right." He shook his head. "N-no, I told them we were just hanging out a-and I will be home in a few days." I sighed in relief. "B-but that's not the point." He continued, not relaxing for a second. "S-so she told me that some people s-saw them getting off a train at an industrial city nearby." He sighed, he looked a bit calmer now. "B-but I'll need your help. I-I'm not familiar with this place, you said b-back them you spent a lot of time h-here." I nodded. "I don't exactly know where it is either, but I'll try my best."

Kyle's POV
"Kyle, wake up honey." I felt Craig shake my shoulders gently. I slowly opened my eyes, everything was blurry, I felt a terrible ache in my head, my body was burning hot. Maybe I have a fever. I made an attempt to sit up but instantly fell back, I was very weak. What the hell happened to me?! "Careful, I don't want you to get hurt." Craig said in his annoyingly calm voice. Why he doesn't do anything, why is he letting me suffer? I tried to remember what was the last thing that happened before all of this. We sat at the lake, kissed, we didn't talk much, but silently understood each other. That silent understanding wasn't working now, I had no idea what he was doing or how I got here, he felt like a complete stranger to me.

I had questions, many questions. Why am I here? Why do I feel sick? How did I get here? What's happening? My throat felt scratchy and dry, even speaking one sentence would hurt. I opened my mouth, but let out no words, only a strange growing sound. Hearing this, Craig lifted up my cheek so I was facing him. "Hey, don't force yourself. You're safe in here...with me." But his words didn't convince me, I kept trying. I needed to find my answers, I was so confused. Hearing my desperate attempts, Craig sighed and stood up, his eyes filled with...pity?

He was about to walk away when I finally managed to say something. "C-Craig...wait, don't go." My voice was shaky and very very quiet, but he heard it perfectly. He walked back to the spot where I was laying, I only had a good look at the room now. No windows, only one door, pretty far from me. Craig crouched next to me, this time with some interest in his deep black eyes. They scared me a little bit, so mysterious and deep, I felt like if I'll look into them, I'll get trapped there forever.

"What did you just say." He asked in his usual blank tone. I coughed, my throat hurt...everything hurt. I looked at me patiently, I was trying my best to speak. "D-don't go...be with me." I groaned. He looked satisfied, like this was the exact thing he wanted to hear. He lifted my head up by pulling my hair. "Good, but just to make sure. Don't ever say things you might regret." He smirked and dropped my head back to the floor. "But don't worry, I'll be always with you...just like you asked." He stood up, staring at me like a piece of meat.

"I'm guessing you have many questions." Craig started walking back and forth, never taking his eyes off me. "But I don't want to bother you with the weight of knowledge." He paused for a second. "But I also know how desperate you might be to find your answers, so I make an exception." He stopped walking. "I answer one of your questions, only one." Somehow I felt like secretly he enjoyed seeing me suffer, but at that moment, I wasn't sure about anything.