The Bullworth Never Ending Story

[BloodChuckZ]

A couple of days before the weekend, an announcement was issued over the intercom to all classes….

“The School Campus, Dorms, and facilities will re-open to the students this following Monday. The construction crews had almost completed fixing the damage from the bombings, with just some trim work and painting remaining. It has also been decided by the administration to allow open un-restricted access to the towns from Bullworth Academy between the hours of 8 AM and 11 PM. The Front Gates will no longer be closed or locked at these times, but there will be increased security by the Prefects on those entering or leaving the school grounds. That Is All.”
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At the end of School that day, the Students heard some more electrifying news…Alfred Owens, the Dragon’s Wing owner, had been arrested and charged with the bombings !  Police had been suspicious of him every since the explosion in the Basement of the Dragon’s Wing, where Algie had been injured, and had found pieces of what seemed to be some sort of timer.  The same types of pieces had been found at the school bombing sites.  A search warrant had been obtained, and all sorts of strange, para-military stuff had been found in the Basement, along with some porno mags.  It was evidence enough to arrest the unfortunate Alfred, who loudly protested his innocence as he was led waddling away in handcuffs.  The crises was over, and the perpetrator was in custody…Or so it seemed.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Derby paced the beach at the south end of Bullworth Vale near the bridge. He had been waiting here for two hours now. Where in the fuck was this mystery person who had summoned him to be here today ?  Seemed like someone was having a joke at his expense. If that was the case, when he caught that asshole, he would teach him a thing or two…

He squinted into the late afternoon sunlight. From down the beach, he could see a figure walking toward him. Well, at last. Now he could get down to business…
The figure came closer. Derby stared. It was…..

“What the Devil are you doing here, Ted ?”, Derby asked.
“Might ask the same of you, Derby”, the Jock boy replied.
“I was invited here, so you can get out”, Derby said, putting up his fists.
“Hold on there, Hoss…I was invited too", Ted replied. "Don’t get your panties in a bunch”.
“Well I have a note left under the door at the Beach House”, Derby retorted.
“I have one also, telling me to meet with someone here. Maybe you’re not so special after all”, Ted shot back.

The two boys stood discussing the mystery notes, and didn’t notice a third person strolling up to them.
“What’s the sass, Jackass ?  Private party, or cans anybody join ?”  Both boys looked around. It was Peanut, from the Greasers.
“We certainly don’t need filthy scum like you here”, Derby said.
“Yeah, me and the girlie was talking here…Butt out, Butthead”, Said Ted.
“Just try and makes me, you fucking reject”, Peanut said. “I have to meet somebody's here”.
“Meet somebody ?” said Derby. “Who the hell wants to meet dirty Motorheads like you ?”
“I donno…I gots at note left at the Pool Hall. What’s it to you's anyways, youse prissy shit ?”

The three began arguing heatedly, and didn’t notice another person waddling slowly over to their group.
“Hey, what’s going on here ?  Let me through…I have to meet someone”, said Melvin.
“Oh, look…It’s be one of the Bullworth ping-pong balls”, said Peanut.
“You need to find a comic-book convention somewhere”, said Derby.
“Yeah…Real men are having a talk here…Beat it”, said Ted.
“Let me through, or I’ll shoot”, Melvin said, raising his Spud Gun.

The three boys slowly spread out. “You’ll only get one of us…Then you’re gonna be toast”, Derby said.
“We will use you like an ongio-bongio”, said Ted.
“Pounds you butt like a mutt”, chimed in Peanut.
“So…It is a standoff !”, Melvin exclaimed.

“HEY !!” A shout from a figure riding up on a bike made the four boys turn. The bike skidded up close to the other boys and the rider dismounted.
It was Trent. “Don’t Shoot !! Stand Down !!”.
“Look what the skunk dragged in”, said Ted.
“No-Brains Fuckup. Youse needs to leave, like rights now”, said Peanut.
“Low-Lifes like you don’t belong here. Move on, or else”, said Derby.
“These Bullies are going to make me Sooo ANGRY”, said Melvin.
The bickering continued for a few minutes, with threats and counter-threats.

“Gentlemen, be at ease”, a voice said from the shadows underneath the bridge. “You are all supposed to be here”.
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[BloodChuckZ]

A strange-looking figure emerged from under the bridge. He was dressed in a tan trenchcoat, tan pants, black shoes, and was wearing an incognito hat with dark shades.

“Who…Who are you ?” asked Derby after a minute.
“Who I am isn’t important” the figure said. “What I can do for you is.”
The assembled boys just stood and stared. Finally, Melvin stammered, “Wha...What do you…Want with us ?”
“I’m here to help you. To stop any more bombings”, the figure said.
“There won’t be anymore of that”, Derby said.
“Yeah, da Cops arrested that weirdo Comic Store guy for thats”, said Peanut.
“He’s NOT A WIERDO !!”, Melvin shouted. “He’s a GOOD GUY !!”.
“That why he has all them smut mags in the basement ?”, jeered Trent.
“SHUDDUP !! Like you’re not a queer fag yourself !!”, screeched Melvin.
“You fucking Nerds are all a bunch of Pervs”, said Ted. ”Everybody knows that.”
“ARE NOT !! You Jocks are always touching yourselves…”, Melvin started.

“GENTELMEN, GENTELMEN !!”, The odd figure said. “This isn’t about your petty little squabbles. It’s about saving your very lives….If you’re interested.”
“Well, like frat-boy here's said, dere wonts be anymore bombs, said Peanut. “They gots the guy”.
Walking a bit closer, the shaded figure asked, “You all sure about that, are you ?”
The Clique Leaders looked at each other. “Why wouldn’t we Be ?”, asked Derby.
“Oh…I don’t know”, the strange figure said. “Just that…Ole Alfred is a very fat guy who would probably be seen waddling around Campus with a box of Dynamite…Anybody see that ?”
The boys all looked at each other again. Slowly, they shook their heads.
“Alfred is very slow.  Has Asmatha.  All those bombs went off just a few minutes apart. I happen to know they only had three-hour timers", the strange figure went on. "No way it was Alfred”.
“How would you know that ?”, asked Derby.
“I know lots of things.  I’m a Carny”, replied the strange figure.
“Bullshits…I’se never seens you's at the Carnival”, said Peanut.
“Sure you have. You just don’t pay attention. Nobody does”, the figure said.
“Well, that’s just not true. We see Carnival people all the time”, Derby said.
“Really ??” the strange figure said. “Then what are their names ?”
“We don’t know their names…”, said Melvin.
“Fine.  What do they look like, then ?  Describe them.  Any one of them” The figure said.
The five boys gathered around opened their mouths and tried to speak, but couldn’t.
“Just like I thought”, said the odd figure. “None of you can remember ANY Carnie. We’re invisible to you. You don’t see us because you don’t WANT to see us. It’s OK, though…We like it that way”.

“So, Uhhh…If it’s not Alfred that done the bombings, who was it ?”, Trent finally asked.
“Oh, that’s simple”, the mystery figure said. “It was the Terrorists”.
Each of the boys attention was suddenly focused. They had heard of these Terrorists.  They were very badass dudes who blew up all sorts of things and murdered people.
“How…How could you know that ?”, Melvin asked.
“Because I’ve been in contact with them”, the figure said.
The boys stood stunned. Looking at the stranger in the incognito hat, they begin to move toward him.
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[BloodChuckZ]

The figure pulled a Bottle Rocket Launcher from under the folds of his trenchcoat. “I wouldn’t do that”, he said. “You need to stay where you are and hear me out”. The boys stopped in their tracks. “That’s better. I’m not one of them. I just KNOW one of them. He comes to my tent in disguise. He has indicated to me they are willing to leave the school alone in return for certain…Shall we say…Compensations ?”

“So, they want…Money ?”, said Derby. “Why would they want that ?”.
“It costs a lot to run their Jihads” the figure said. “They have expenses. Point is, pay them off, and they will back off. Don’t, and….Well, better hope you all have death insurance.”
“That’s Blackmail !” Melvin said, who knew that sort of thing at Bullworth well.
“So it is. But what other choice do you have ? Next time, it just won’t be some chairs, they’ll blow up all of Harrington House, with you Preps inside…Or the Library when it’s full of you Nerds…Or the Shop when all you Greasers are there…Or the Gym while you Jocks are training for the next big game….Or the Dorms, when you dumb fucks are there, or they will blow up your women. You’re all walking targets", the figure informed them.

The boys began to look a little rattled. This was big…Bigger than they were prepared to handle. “Why us ?”, said Derby. “Why bomb Bullworth ?”
The mystery figure shrugged. “They bomb places all over the world. Might’ve picked here because of the way you all are”.
“Whadda you's means by that ?”, said Peanut.
The cloaked figure laughed with contempt. “You’re all so weak. Look at you. In the same School together, and none of you can get along with each other. None of you can trust the other. Always fighting each other. If it hadn’t been Halloween night, half of you would be in the Morgue right now. You need to be united against things like this, or you‘re toast”.
 “So, what will we do ?”, asked Ted. “Tell us what to do !”

The cloaked figure was silent for a moment. Then, he began walking slowly around the group, pointing the Bottle rocket Launcher at each clique leader in turn.
“Each group of you has things that the other groups want. Things that could improve the lives of every group, and yet…You hoard what you have, instead of sharing your goods with others.  You Preps have fine clothing, like sweaters.  You Nerds have weapons, like Spud Guns.  You Greasers have mechanical gadgets, like collapsible Skateboards.  You Jocks have all the Sporting Equipment, like Footballs and Basketballs.  And you Bullies…Well, don’t really have that much, except what you steal from others…But you could provide protection for the weak, which you choose not to do.”

He had circled around in front of the group. “What I am proposing here is Free Trade. But this will never work for any of you, for none of you can trust the others. So here is what you must do. Bring your goods and money to me, and I will be your Broker. The more goods you bring, the less money you have to bring. I will sell your goods to others in your Cliques, and add the cash to what cash you bring to pay off the Terrorists”.

“So why do you want to help us ? What’s in it for you ?”, asked Derby.
“I’ll be taking a fee for my services, don’t you worry about that”, said the stranger.
“How long we gotta do this ?”, asked Ted.
“As long as it takes….Eventually, the Terrorists will come to know that you will present a united front, and they will move on to other targets. Right now you all are just Sitting Ducks", the figure went on.  "Trust me, this will ultimately fix everything”.

He looked at the group assembled in front of him. “Well…What about it ?  Do we have a deal ?”
There was a murmur of discussion from the group. Then, one by one, the nodded their assent.
“Good”, the cloaked figure said. “Began bringing your goods and cash to my Souvenir Tent after Monday. If you don’t see me, ask around for Ace Adams. That's me. One more thing, keep this quiet from anybody else, even your cliques. This deal gets out, it will fuck everything up”.
“Whats do's I tells our people ?  They's will wonder why…” started Peanut.
“Tell them they will have better lives. Tell them what ever the hell you want. You’re the Leaders, make something up. They’re sheep anyway. Once they start seeing the benefits, they won’t be asking anything. And you’ll gain even more power over them”.

He walked into the shadow of the bridge. “See you around, Hey ?”
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Jake exited the other side of the bridge, then quickly climbed up to the Promenade area above and disappeared incognito into the crowd. He was laughing loudly in his head. They bought it, the dumb fucks bought the whole thing.  Scared shitless, he could see it in their faces.  Soon, he would control the commerce of the whole school. One step closer to being the Ultimate Fixer.
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[Mercury]

Only a few students didn't come back to the school.  Most of them that did come back told of rumors about the Police's interrogations that weren't really respecting of the law.  Those sort of rumors were traveling with the help of the townsfolk, always here and there gathering in little groups and discussing about what they've heard and about the events happening in the School.  One of the four Students that wasn’t coming back was Steve Bains.  Laurent explained that the other night, Steve talked to him about his desire to leave the Academy and create his own proper Bike Shop, and apparently he took his chance there.  Another was Jake... Tony hadn't seen him for quite a long time, and wondered where could he be hanging out.  Was he preparing for revenge ?   Anyway, Tony decided, he didn't do the bombings for sure.  He wasn't that hardcore to try to kill so many people during that night.  Was he ?
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[Mercury]

Tony felt it was a good time to go wandering to see how the buildings were being repaired.  The first noticeable thing, when arriving at the Fountain, was the Statue.  It represented a Bull, dressed in a Football Outfit, and over-muscled.  It held a ball in it’s right hand, preparing to toss it in direction of the Football Field.  Anyone who sat on the edge of the Fountain could read the story, written on a plaque at the bottom of the Statue. Apparently, the Statue was the first thing bought to Bullworth Academy, placed on an old water source.  After that, the football field was made below, then for the local Prep team of Bullworth.  The team needed to be boarded separately, which became the reason for, and first use of, Harrington House.  The grand Prep Hall took the name of it’s contributor, Derby’s ancestor.  The rest of the story on the plaque was covered by mold.  Today, Tony saw, one of the horns had been knocked loose, maybe because of a fragment resulting from the explosion.  A fragment that could have landed in an innocent skull, a knee, or worse... Was this a sign that the Academy was a Bull without horns, furious, but unable to hurt ?  Tony looked in direction of the Harrington House.  The contrast between the old stones and the fresh bricks clearly delimited the range of the explosion, and anyone could see that the bomb had been put in the ground floor, toward the back of the second room.  Three Preps were standing in front of the new entry, bothering the last mason, who was finishing his work quietly.  They had their hands crossed behind their backs, sometimes bending to talk in their neighbor's ear.  If the work had to be perfect there, it wasn't in the case of the Auto Shop, as Tony would see after having turned to go in that direction.
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[Mercury]

After passing the Auto Shop’s corrugated metal doors, any trespasser faces a chain-link fence, topped with barbed wire, an extravagance from the Greasers.  The only solution is to bypass it was peeking around it to see halfway to the door leading to Shop Class, where Mr. Neil, the Teacher, spent his days.  He was presently outside by the South Garage, working desperately with two kids on the burned, distorted amount of metal and trim that was the rest of the car where the bomb had been placed.  They tried to recognize familiar pieces in this black labyrinth, and paid no attention to the Masons working on the brick walls.  After passing the Shop Class door, and going along the fence, the area covered with corrugated iron was normally was a good spot to hang out, drink a glass of soda or a beer in the late-night hours, and talk of working on a Motor.

But the normal corrugated iron roof had been totally blown up by the explosion, and there were broken pieces of the Car laying around.  The windshield had been exploded, spreading pieces of glass everywhere.  The old car seat where Lola used to get her breasts caressed by Johnny had become an ugly gob of black old foam escaping from big holes in the torn leather. 

The work on the walls of the storage building really had been done sloppily…Some bricks weren't put right, some were even broken, and the ground was angled.  The answer to the shoddy work was simple.  The Academy made the effort to provide repaired buildings as quickly as possible….But while no expense would be spared to repair the Prep’s Harrington House, that was not the case when it came to the Greaser‘s area.  Tony made his way back to the Fountain and decided to sit on the edge with his two friends who happened by before going to see the damages to the Jocks Clubhouse.
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[Mercury]

Anyone standing at the top of the stairs could see the pathetic state of the Football Field.  It was nearly cut in half, the right half burned and turned yellow. The Bullhorns now had to train on the miserable patch of green grass to the left, while the Cheerleaders were discussing girly stuff on the Bleachers, showing their nails to each other.  The Jocks Clubhouse, where the bomb had exploded, had become a kind of taller house.  It had the same length and width, but the height had been boosted, and new windows were reflecting the sun at the planned second floor.

Tony had seen enough for now.  He turned and made his way back on the pathway between the Poolhouse and Gym. On impulse, Tony entered the Gym, followed by Laurent and Constantinos.  Inside, things were sort of getting back to normal, as some Students were already pushing gigantic obstacles before them, while two kids were standing at the side of Coach Burton.  Let the Dodgeball Games begin !
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[BloodChuckZ]

The day before the big meeting near the bridge, Trent had gone to the Dragon’s Wing to talk to the Nerds. What he found, however, was chaos. The area around the store was roped off with yellow police tape, and there were two Cop Cars parked there with their bubble lights on. Cops were carrying out items in boxes marked ‘Evidence’ and stowing them in the trunks of the Cop Cars. There were a lot of Townspeople gathered around and watching the proceedings. Trent had drifted among the people listening to their comments. In this way, he had learned about Alfred Owens getting arrested as a suspect in the bombings at the School, and that the Cops were carrying out a search and seizure of stuff in the Dragon’s Wing store and basement. The Nerds, so it seemed, had been taken at that time to the Police station for further questioning.

Shit. He was going to try to get the weapons that Zoe had asked for.  How was he going to get them now ?  Hanging around for a while longer, the usually dim-witted Trent got an idea. Getting back on his stolen bike, Trent returned to Blue Skies. He went to the docks area, and poking around, stole a crowbar when nobody was looking.  Waiting until very late at night, he returned to the Dragon’s Wing.

Dodging the Cop patrols, he crept down the back steps to the Basement. Using the crowbar, he jimmied open the lock to the steel door.  It was dark inside. Using a small lighter, Trent looked around the large room.  Most of the stuff had been taken.  The ConSumo game’s panel had even been pried off. There were empty boxes and crates scattered around the floor. Trent moved to the smaller bedroom.  There were still some things here, mostly small stuff.

Trent tried to think, which was hard for him. Where would he hide stuff, if he was a Nerd ?  He looked around and his gaze fell upon the bed. With it’s mattress still burned black from the explosion that had injured Algie, it obviously hadn’t been slept in for awhile.  Standing there, a stray thought from his childhood occurred to him. Dropping down, he looked under the bed.  Nothing.

Trent was about to get back up when he caught a flash off something in the weak light of the lighter.  Getting on his back, he squirreled under the bed, and looked.  There, up in the boxsprings, were two fully loaded Spud Guns, along with a box of some of those M-80 Firecrackers.  He pulled them from their hiding places. Bingo.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Trent had returned to Blue Skies to escort Zoe from the Clinic to her house across the road after the Clique Leader meeting by the bridge in Bullworth Vale.  He was telling her that the Bullies would be moving back into the dorms on Monday.

“So, I guess I’m on my own”, Zoe said. “That’s OK, I can handle that."

“No…No...I’ll still come over after school and stay till the morning. I can…Uh…Stand guard while you’re sleeping….Look, I got some weapons for us, like you asked."

“Good”, she said, taking her new Spud Gun. “That’ll hold them off, least till It runs out of ammo. What’s that ?”, she asked, pointing to the box Trent was carrying.
Trent showed her the box of Firecrackers. As she looked, the plan she was thinking of began to take shape in her mind. She would need the help of the big lummox Trent to help carry it out, though.

As they had entered the house, Trent said, “You know, you could come back to school. I’m sure you could get back into classes."

“What…And get blown up ?  No thanks”, Zoe remarked.

“No", Trent said with certainty.  "Ain’t gonna be any more bombings."

“Oh, Yeah ?  What do you know ?”, Zoe asked.

Trent told her of the arrest of Alfred Owens.  He didn’t say anything about Terrorists.

“Well…Still. I don’t want to go back to that shithole”, said Zoe.

“But, you can’t stay here…They’ll attack you again !” exclaimed Trent.

“Not if I put the fear of God in them”, said Zoe. “I’m gonna get that bastard Darrell.  He likes to rape ?  Well, I’m gonna fuck him up good.  And you’re going to help me”.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Zoe explained that Big Darrell was a new Townie who had moved in from the big city last summer. Shorter but nearly as heavy as Russell, he was a tough guy with brains who had quickly taken over the Townies group after the departure of the unfortunate Edgar, murdered as the story went.  As the rest of the Townies were a fairly stupid lot, Darrell was able to gain power over them by way of superior intellect and brute strength. As it stood now, no Townies dared to cross him, and he had made Otto and Leon his lieutenants.  The Townies mostly still hung around the vacant lot near the Industrial Park entrance, but Darrell didn’t stay in the crappy Blue Skies housing along with the other Townie boys.  He had a part-time job at one of the complex’s Control Rooms, and he would generally bunk there in the evening, staying behind a heavy locked door at night, not trusting that he wouldn’t get bushwhacked by anyone.  Big Darrell understood that Leaders were often the targets of those who might be more ambitious, even those who might appear to be a fellow comrade.

Here was where the trap could be laid, for Darrell always made the trip alone from the Power Plant to the Control Room, not allowing the other Townies to walk with him, not even Otto or Leon, both of whom had been in line after Omar to succeed Edgar as the Townie's leader.  Having hung around the area quite a bit since her mother had abandoned the family and her drunken father had disappeared and never come back, Zoe knew the comings and goings of most all the Townies, Chem Plant workers, Dockmen, and others who lived and worked in Blue Skies, even the Cops.  And there weren’t too many places off the main streets that the Cops went, which was why they hadn’t interfered with the big fight there last week.  While the Cops were a large presence in the other towns, over in Blue Skies they were outnumbered, leaving the area with a sort of Wild West mentality.

Looking in the box with the M-80 Firecrackers, Zoe had found a 20-foot long length of fuse material, which is what gave her the Idea for her to carry out her revenge.  Heading out the next evening, Zoe laid out what she wanted Trent to do.

“We have got to be in those two places to get him in the crossfire”, Zoe said.
“Uhhh…OK, think I get it…Tell me again when we get there”, said Trent.
“OK then”, Zoe said, hefting her Spud Gun. “Let’s Go”.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Riding two stolen bikes unobserved in through the Industrial Park gate at 7 PM, carrying the Spud Guns and box of ammo, they found the area empty. It was early enough before the Townies started gathering at the vacant lot, so they biked over to the abandoned Meat Slaughterhouse, where they stashed the bikes and settled down to wait. Knowing that Darrell wouldn’t be coming down the road until midnight, they had a lot of time to talk.  Zoe slowly came to realize that Trent wasn’t such a bad sort after all, a bit on the dumb side, but looking past the bad jokes and bravado, was a boy who came back to her aid even though he didn’t have to, and then sat by her bed in the Clinic for hours on end just to make sure she was going to be allright.  And he hadn’t once tried to put any kind of moves on her (Even though Zoe would have beat the shit out of him had he tried).  Recovering from being assaulted, it was the best thing that any boy could do for her. She began to treat him less harshly, and they both talked of their fucked-up and shitty lives.

Shortly before midnight, they both snuck out into the Slaugterhouse’s empty lot, and hid behind the smaller building at the south end. Giving Trent final instructions, she told him what he had to do.
“…And for God’s sake, don’t miss…It’s gonna take a lot of these spuds to take him down”.

“OK, got it….I come out from behind the building when his back’s turned and shoot him”, Trent said.

“And keep shooting till he’s down”, Zoe said. “Don’t let up. If he grabs me, I’m dead meat”.  She started away, paused, and said, “I’m counting on you. Don’t let me down."

Moving quickly across the street, Zoe headed up a short ramp the led to a fenced area with a locked door set into it. On the left, marked XX-7, was the Control Building.  Zoe hid in the shadows between the building and the fence and waited. About ten minutes later, she heard footsteps coming down the narrow street, and a figure turned and began walking up the ramp.
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[BloodChuckZ]

“Hello, you rapist fuck”, Zoe said as she moved out of the shadows with the Spud Gun leveled at Big Darrell.

“Well…What’da know…It’s the little pussy that could”, smirked Darrell. “What you gonna do with that ? Gonna hurt me, little girl ?”

“I’m sure gonna try, You stinking rapist pussbag”, said Zoe, and she fired a shot that hit Darrell square in the guts.

“OHHH-AHHH !! YOU FUCKING BITCH !!! You’ll Pay For That !!!”, Darrell yelled, staggered back by the blow, but remaining on his feet. He straightened and moved towards Zoe.

“Not Today, Asswipe”, Zoe said, firing another spud a little lower that hit Darrell just above his Nuts.

“AAAAAHHHH !!!! SHIT !!!! GODDAM CUNT !!!!”. Darrell sunk down on one knee, but did not fall.
 
Come On Trent….NOW !!, thought Zoe.

Darrell began to rise and took a staggering step. “Your ASS is MINE, you BITCH !!!  I’m Gonna Enjoy Busting Your Asshole Cherry !!!”

SPLAT !!!!  A spud hit Darrell right between the sholder blades, knocking him forward on the ground.

“GAWWWWAAADDD…..WHAT THE FUCK….!!!!”,  Darrell Hollored. He rolled over on his back and started to sit up. “Who The FUCK Are You… YOU ARE DEAD, DEAD, DEAD, YOU HEAR, DEAD…URK !!!” Darrell choked as another spud slammed into his upper chest near his windpipe, driving him back flat once more.
“ARRRRrrrrgggguuuhhhh…..You Dirty Slut….” Gurgled Darrell, rolling over, trying to get up.

SPLAT !!!!  Still another spud hit Darrell square in the ass, knocking him flat once again.

“AHH….AHH…” Darrell panted, “I’ll…Get…Both…Of…You…..You’re….Fucked !!"

Zoe had moved closer to the downed Darrell. When he attempted to get up again, she kicked him hard in the ribs with her heavy boot. Trent could hear the sounds of ribs breaking.  “No, you demented pervert…You’re the one getting fucked tonight”, she said.

The kick had flipped him over on his back, with his legs spread. Zoe circled around, took careful aim, and fired a spud point-blank into Darrell’s Nuts.

“OOOOOOHHHHH !!! OOOOOWWWW !!!!” Darrell screamed, holding his nut sack, and slowly rolling over to protect his balls.

“Let’s end this”, Trent said, and with that, fired a last spud into the back of Darrell’s head, knocking him out.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Zoe rifled through Darrell’s pockets, and found the keys to the Contol Room. “Help me drag him inside”, she said to Trent, and together they drug the unconscious body around to the door, unlocked it, and pulled him inside Building XX-7 to the center of the floor.

Zoe looked up at Trent. “Go get the M-80s”, she said. Trent ran out.  Flipping on the lights, Zoe looked around the room.  There were many monitors here, covering much of the Industrial area.  There was also some boxes and trash laying around.  Zoe spotted a cloth bag, and went and picked it up.  Just then, Trent returned with the box of M-80 Firecrackers.

Opening the box, Zoe pulled out five M-80s, and quickly tied the fuses together. Then, she took the coil of the long fuse, and tied it to the M-80 fuses. She then stuffed the Fireworks into the bag, with the long fuse trailing out. Spotting some duct tape on a cabinet, she took that and wrapped some around the bag. Then, she set the bag in Darrell’s crotch, and taped the bag to both thighs. Rising up, she strung the long fuse back to the door.

“Gimme your lighter", Zoe said.  "This one’s all mine.”  Trent handed the lighter over, and Zoe lit the long fuse. “Let’s get outta here”, she said.
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Darrell was coming to.  Through his haze, he heard a hissing noise, and smelled some acrid smoke. He kept trying to open his eyes, and finally got them open to slits.  The hissing sound was louder now. Darrell squinted, and turned his head. He was in the Control Room. His nuts ached something fierce….Felt heavy….He reached down. Something was taped to his legs. He struggled up on his elbows, and looked down, and saw the bag taped to his crotch.

What The Hell Is That…?!?

The hissing sound was very loud now, the smell choking. Through clouded eyes, Darrell saw a flash disappearing into the bag taped around his crotch.

What…OH, SHIT !!!!!  SHIT !!!!!
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Zoe and Trent had retrieved their bikes from the empty Slaughterhouse. The rode out on the road, but stopped.  Trent looked at Zoe, who was watching the Control Room door.

This is one tough girl, Trent thought. I think I’m in Love.

BLAM !!  BLAM !!  BLAM !!  BLAM !!  BLAM !!

The sound came from the Control Room, and then a high, bloodcurdling scream.  Big Darrell was paid in Spades.

“Won’t be raping anybody anymore”, Zoe said softly. She turned to look at Trent with tears in her eyes. “Thanks for helping me, Trent...Thanks”. She hastily wiped her eyes. “Come On….Let’s Go”.

Together they rode from the Industrial Park and out into the night.
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[Mercury]

Tony was having a conference with Laurent and Constantinos that night at the French Restaurant.  Karen had already settled in for the evening in the room down below.     

"All right, guys, who do you really suspect for these bombings ?" Tony asked.

"I believe the authorities", Constantinos replied. "After all, this fat guy has everything against him..."

"Well, everything is too easy over here, if you ask me", Laurent interrupted. "All is so... Prévu, I mean...Planned."

"So who could it be, Laurent ?", Tony asked, turning his attention to him.

"I don't know... But something is clear -- It wasn't a guy from any Clique", Laurent answered, "He would not have put those everywhere."

"Right, right... So, then a Non-Clique, a Townie, or an Adult ?", Tony speculated.

"I just bet it's one of the those Townies, jealous of the rich kids, or something...", Laurent said.  Neither Tony nor Laurent knew much about the Townies, being new at Bullworth Academy and the Vale Valley.  But Constantinos knew.

"It's not the Townies", he yawned. "They haven't got the brains to pull off such a coordinated attack like that.  Shit, they couldn't even finish School."

"Then who could it be ?", Tony asked again. "It couldn't have been the large, fat, nerdy Comic Store owner...Somebody would have noticed him lurking around, he'd be too big to miss !"

The discussion went on for some time afterward.  None of the boys were seriously thinking that Jake might have engineered the attacks...He was only just a boy, such as themselves, just a year older.  He had gone off the deep end, sure....But no one, to their knowledge, had seen him since the night of the big brawl in front of Harrington House.  If he had been around since then, someone would have known.  The gossip mill at the School would have told them. Jake had just...Disappeared.
 
Finally, Constantinos stood up, and announced that he had to get some sleep.  They could hash this over later.  None of them had yet heard anything about Terrorists.
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