The Evermore Dissociate(Creek) - Chapter 29: Chapter 29

It was too dark for Tweek's liking. The trees tenderly whistled songs of the night, as the three boys walked through the seemingly endless off-path route that Kenny was taking them down. It didn't help that non of them could put the flash of their phones on. Tweek and Kenny hadn't brought theirs, whereas Eric flat out refused, determined he was saving his battery for pictures.
Kenny was leading the way, crunching sticks beneath his feet as he stepped over the roots of the trees, so effortlessly that Tweek was beginning to wonder whether he could see in the dark.
"You said it wasn't far!" Eric moaned from the back. Walking, or any other form of exercise for that matter, wasn't his strong suit. He was already slightly out of breath, and they'd only been walking through the forest for five minutes.
"It isn't!" Kenny said over his shoulder. "Stop bitching!"
Eric seethed, kicking a rock so harshly that it sent a throbbing pain to his toe, also hitting Tweek in the back of his leg. "Ouch, what the fuck?" Tweek exclaimed, stopping to rub at his leg.
Kenny laughed when he turned around, seeing the two of them hunched over in pain. Eric rested against a tree, prodding at his toe to make sure it wasn't broken, whilst Tweek glared at him.
"He'll be down by the time we get there."
At Kenny's words, Eric's head snapped up, his face morphing from self pity, to determination as he shook off the pain, limping slightly as he continued to walk. Kenny watched as Eric pushed past him to take the lead, even though he didn't know where they were going. Still he acted as though he did, and ventured on straight, the way they'd been going before.
Tweek came up beside Kenny, his teeth chattering as he rubbed his hands together. "Wanna wear my coat?" Kenny offered.
"No, I'm fine."
"You're not fine, you're cold."
"I'm not."
Kenny stopped walking, holding his arm out in front of Tweek to stop him too, frowning like some concerned mother. He pulled off his coat and placing it over Tweek's shoulders, allowing him to put his arms through the sleeves himself. "There."
Tweek wanted to give it back. He felt bad since now Kenny was the one who was cold, but Kenny was smiling at him in a way that made Tweek want to settle further into the warmth of the coat. Despite feeling like a girl from all of those movies, where the guy would hand over his coat, Tweek kind of liked it, oddly enough.
He must've been staring at the shivering blonde like some dumbly confused owl, since Kenny quietly laughed through his nose. His head shook slightly as he watched Tweek shifting under his stare.
"Oh, no way!" Cartman laughed in the distance, tearing Kenny's attention away as he looked off to where Eric was. A cold hand attached around Tweek's wrist, dragging him through the remaining trees, until they was by Eric's side, with three pairs of eyes gazing upwards.
Stan came out from behind one of the trees, his eyes dead set on the ground to suppress his laughter as he shuffled over to them. "I couldn't find anything to get him down." A muffled laugh escaped his lips, whilst apologetic eyes glanced up the tree.
For the last hour or so, Kenny and Stan had been trying everything to help out Kyle, who'd walked over a tree trap, and was currently dangling upside down. His face was as red as his hair, whilst he glared down at his friends. "It's not fucking funny, Stan!" Kyle yelled.
"I know, I'm sorry!" Stan covered his mouth with his hand, turning away with watery eyes. The entire time Kenny had been gone, Stan was forced to look off somewhere else, since the sight of Kyle had him crying. Just the way the red hair messily dangled down like a carrot, or the way Kyle's arms limply swayed about.
"I'm finally happy." Eric said in disbelief, speaking more so to himself as he pulled his phone out, quickly unlocking it and aiming it to where Kyle angrily blew in the wind.
"Why the fuck is fatass here!" Kyle hissed.
"Kenny invited me." Cartman called up, smiling at Kyle menacingly, whilst his phone snapped way too many pictures.
Kyle's head turned to Kenny, causing the rope to spin him around slightly, whilst he scowled at his friend. "Kenny!"
"We needed more help!"
Tweek stared in shock, wondering why on earth someone had set out a rope trap, and if they were likely to come back anytime soon. Kyle huffed. He had the worst headache, and was almost positive this was going to give him brain damage, or something. He tried his best to lift himself up, attempting to grab onto the rob attached to his leg, but it was no use, he was only further embarrassing himself.
"What's he going to be able to do, that you two idiots can't?"
Kenny and Stan glanced to each other, neither offended by Kyle's statement, before returning to look at the redhead. "We're going to have a group meeting!" Kenny shouted up to Kyle. "We'll get back to you in a sec."
Kenny waved everyone over, and Eric actually paused his photo taking to come stand under the tree, occasionally looking up to wave at Kyle dangling above him. "What do we do?" Stan asked.
"Leave him." Eric suggested.
"I can hear you!"
"We're not leaving him." Kenny scowled. "We need to at least try before that becomes an option."
They all nodded.
Tweek felt rude every time he looked up, meeting eyes with Kyle who looked like he was going to kill every single one of them the second he touched ground. "Does anyone have a knife?"
"Who do you think we are? Trent Boyett?"
"Okay, I've got it." Stan announced. "Kenny you have your lighter with you, right?"
"Yes?" Kenny replied, perplexed as he pulled his lighter from his pocket.
"So maybe, we toss it up to Kyle, and he burns the rope from up there, then we catch him."
"Jesus Christ." Tweek said with distress.
"Somehow, I don't see this going the way we expect it to." Kenny frowned, yet handed the lighter to Stan.
"I'm all for risking Kyle's life." Eric squinted up at the redhead who had his arms folded, looking off into the distance bitterly.
"It's worth a shot." Stan shrugged. "How else are we going to get him down."
It was easier said than done though. The four of them had spread out around the tree as they threw the lighter up to Kyle, each time missing, going too far over. So then the next person would take over, the cycle continuing until Eric made a decant throw, and Kyle caught the lighter. Of course Kyle wasn't happy with the plan. He didn't trust a single one of them to actually catch him, but his head hurt too much to wait any longer, and so in a desperate attempt, he lifted himself up, one hand holding tightly onto the rope, with his stomach aching as he flicked the lighter on, and held it to his captor.
As the rope slowly burned, the five of them waited in anticipation, with Kyle dangling, fearing the moment he fell head first. The others tilted their heads back to stare, all too far in a trance to actually catch Kyle if he fell at that moment. Luckily he didn't.
The rope must've burned for a good half hour, before it was frail enough for Kyle to tug on, loosening it up to the point it snapped drastically, sending Kyle dropping to the ground like a sack of potatoes. All four attempted to catch their friend, but it made no less of a hard landing, and even though Stan caught his head, and Kenny uselessly held onto his feet, he still hit the ground with a thud.
Tweek's arms were trapped under Kyle's stomach. Stan was attending to his best friend as though he was a freshly born baby, whilst Kenny had been kicked in the groin and was wheezing on the ground. Eric came out of it unscathed and was already checking through the pictures he'd taken, smiling to himself as he swiped through each of them.