Ch 1 Freaks and Geeks

A/N: Warning: contains boy x boy, violence, cursing ect. Don't like, don't read. I own nothing but this freaky-ass story. I only hope I can do these characters justice... Enjoy!

I used to be the class freak, when all that labeling bull shit still mattered. I was a geek first and foremost, however. I was the one kid in my class that broke the grading curve, but secondly the freak because I was awkward and twitchy. Too much pressure!

It didn't help that my paranoid braind and ADD made me have random outbursts of uninteligable phrases. I wasn't alloud to have medication because my parents believed that I'd get hooked on them. And what if I became a brain-dead druggy and couldn't get a scholarship to college, thus making my parents sell me because it cost too much to pay my way in! That was waay too much pressure, man!

I could only carry around a mug of sweet, relaxing coffee in a thermos because surely, if I didn't, I knew I'd be bald from ripping my own hair out at the roots. Oh, God-I've gotten so off track! Stupid ADD, fucking with my story-telling ability!

Gah! So anyway, there was no one who thought of me as a human being, to them I was less than a dog. None of the kids in my class even knew my name until Craig Tucker was transferred to my homeroom.

The day he walked through the doorway, his intense blue eyes swept over the room, writing everyone off as your average annoyance. He noticed me right off the bat, because it's hard not to when I have an outburst every five seconds and, for some unfathomable reason, sat next to me every day. He didn't even pay all those stupid, pretty girls a second glance! Was he trying to kill me! PRESSURE!

One day, I had an Orthodontist appointment-to remove my braces-and had to ride from there to school on my bike.

In the rain.

When I got to class, soaking wet and shaking like never before, all it took was one comment from the back to set off everyone else. My eyes fell to the ground helplessly as the comments hit hard. The teacher wasn't doing shit! Did he have no soul! Erk! Usualy, or at least in my experience, I just kept my eyes low and eventually they ceased.

Not today.

Craig was the only one not to mock me. He simply snorted from where he sat and strolled to the front of the room. He put an arm around me and said "Listen up, ass holes, if any of you or your friends start any shit with Tweek, you start shit with me." And that was the end of that.

Of course the teacher, who watched Craig with an open mouth, gave him 3 week's detention for his language and for disrupting the lesson.

Craig Tucker may not have been the tallest or the strongest, but he sure as hell took the gold when it came to intimidation.

I never really understood what friendship was until that day, and ever since then, it was just Craig and me. No stupid comments, no feet jutted out along the hallway to catch me off-balance. No more other people, screw 'em.

I look all around me as I reflect on this, and sigh. It really doesn't comfort me to know how now, all those people who hurt me, all those years of torment, that they and probably the rest of the world, are dead.

The other side if the coin is that, no, it doesn't sadden me either. As I've said before, all those freakin scary government robots, all those useless wastes of DNA, screw 'em, they were too much pressure anyway!

...

To explain what I just said, I'll tell my story from the beginnig. Oh, Jesus, what if you think I killed everyone in the world! Too much pressure! It's also impossible! Ok, I'll start from here, in the cafeteria.

Or now what I would call crazy shit-town. Well, I suppose I'll start just a bit before it became crazy shit-town.

Anyway, the first sound you hear is the sirens. You know, the ones we had installed tree years ago so that when, not if, some new fucked up thing came along, we'd at least have a warning beforehand.

Next is the automated voice that drones out " This is not a drill. Please stay calm."

As if.

And, well, since my paranoid brain expects this shit to go down, any time, anywhere, I'm already under the cafeteria table, just waiting for the explosion.

I didn't really expect one.

There was no time to react, no one could've seen it coming anyway.

I just want to saythat explosions are something you have to experience for yourself before you can fully comprehend. They make for cool scenes in movies, but there is no possible way for a man to walk away from an explosion without so much as flinching. It's just impossible, man!

So, even if the blasts didn't make my innards burst like over-blown water balloons, they definately made my ears pop. I cannot stress enough that explosions don't just come and go, that'd be too freakin' easy. Explosions go out in waves.

After several waves of radioactive heat, everything was quiet. Then you hear the screams, the kind you hear at funerals. God, they still make me shiver. When I finaly got my body to move, I hauled myself out from the regions of the gum-crusted tabe. I still think of it as some sort of mistake, on my part.

This was a massacre. It was everything, everyone, split in half anf painted red. No horror of violent film could compareto this. Not the 'patriot', not 'clover field', not even 'zombieland' had anything on this.

And it's kind of funny that I mentioned 'zombieland' earlier, because I'm pretty sure I didn't hallucinate when I saw that girl's boyfriend lunge up from where he lay, a torso, and rip her throat out with his teeth. "Jesus Christ!" I squeaked.

Jesus Christ indeed.

A/N: Sooo much to explain. Okay, I'm sorry I made Tweek curse so much, but doesn't everyone curse in their inner dialogue? I know I do. The couples again are: Creek, Style, Bunny, Candy, and Tyde with some Standy, Benny, and Carny. I know this is a horrible thing to ask, but who should I kill off? I already have some people in mind, but the group is still a bit big for my liking...COMMENT!