The Bullworth Never Ending Story

[BloodChuckZ]

Tony left Campus shortly after curfew via the path by the Library.  Curiously, the Nerd's gate was locked once more, but as Tony knew the code, it presented no problem.  He punched in 1-1-3-8, and the lock sprung free.  The January thaw had melted much of the snow from the pathway, and Tony encountered none of the huge drifts that he had before.  Soon, he was through the short tunnel and into the longer tunnel, where he pushed the secret rock and gained entry to what he was coming to think of as 'Jimmy's Lair'.

Jimmy was glad to see Tony, especially since Tony had successfully brought the Files with him.  Together, they sat down and reviewed each File one by one.  Files that contained dangerous information would stay hidden here, while harmless Files, mostly Student Transcripts and disciplinary reports, were tossed in a pile to be repacked and taken back to the School.

Sitting in the piles of Files, Jimmy suddenly said, "Whoa...Lookit this."  Tony came over and together they read the contents of the File Jimmy was holding.  Most of it was in a ledger-type form, and detailed on it was the flow of money coming into and going out of Bullworth Academy.  The incoming money was what would be expected.....Tuition, State & Federal Grants, Fundraising, with a large block coming from the Harrington & Spencer Foundations.  The Outgoing money was a much different and more complex situation, however.  Along with the normal expenses....Buildings and Grounds Upkeep, Maintenance, Food and Kitchen, Salaries, Classroom Materials.....But there were other, cryptic, notations marked "PO" and "KB" going to such places as "BPD" and "VVMG", among others.  Digging farther into the File's contents, they found that those referred to the Bullworth Police Department and the Vale Valley Medical Group. There were other two-letter notations that they figured were individuals that went unidentified.

This was explosive information.  It detailed the Pay-Offs and Kick-Backs to others outside Bullworth Academy.  The last entry was in late December, about a week before Christmas.  Tony realized that Pete had probably obtained this File at about the same time he had stolen Dr. Crabblesnitch's gun.  If that was so.....

"That means this has to go back to Crabblesnitch's Office", said Jimmy, "Before it gets missed."

"For sure", Tony said. "But we need to copy it first. I got a Copy Machine in my Office now...Wouldn't take too long."

"Better get it back before morning", Jimmy said. "Maybe put it in a random File Cabinet, that way Crabblesnitch will think it was just misplaced."

Tony agreed, ad they resumed going through the Files.  Near the end, Tony came across 2 pieces of paper, unrelated to the File they were in.  One was a copy of a W-4, the other was a pay stub in the name of Ace Adams.  Tony looked closely at these two documents, and suddenly had a revelation.  Both were dated just three weeks or so after Jake had crashed the car into the wall (with Tony on it) and disappeared.  Tony was making the connection....Jake was Ace Adams.

Finishing up, Jimmy helped Tony repack the Files into his backpack, along with the File that was to be returned to Crabblesnitch's office.  A smaller pile of Files remained on the cave floor, which Jimmy would hide in the secret bottom of the clothes cabinet.  Bidding farewell, Tony made his way back to the School to finish up his night's work.
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Earlier that evening, just after Tony had left on his mission, Ms. Danvers had entered the School, carrying a small package.  It had been Dr. Crabblesnich's birthday today, and she had been waiting all day and evening for this.  The small gift she carried wasn't the good Doctor's only present, however....She Was.

Standing in the School Office, she stripped off her full-length winter coat.  She was wearing nothing underneath.  Rapping softly on Dr. Crabblesnitch's door, she heard him say "Enter."  Flashing a rare smile, naked except for her high-heels, she opened the door and went in, closing and locking it behind her.
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[BloodChuckZ]

The Rockers made their way to the Beach House via the shortcut that led by Lighthouse Lookout Point, better known around school as 'Make-Out Point'.  On the winding, wide pathway that led down to the beach, they encountered no one.  The skies were dark and cloudy, a sign that perhaps the brief warm-up spell was coming to an end.  Moving with stealth  up the wooden ramp to the Beach House, they gathered around the door.  Kurt carefully tried the doorknob.  It was locked.

"Benny", whispered Kurt. "Do your stuff."

Benny bent low to the lock and examined it with the help of a lighter.  Whit a grunt, he withdrew a plastic card from his pocket, and worked it into the crack of the doorjamb just above the lock.  A few seconds later, the lock was sprung, and Benny eased the door open slowly.  It was dark inside as well.  Cautiously they entered.  Noises of passion could be heard from farther in the room.  Kurt turned and hissed, "Lights !"  In a couple of seconds, Tibo found the light switch and the lights suddenly blazed on.

"EEEEEKKK !!!", a scream came from the bed in the corner.  A male figure leaped up and looked around, confused, and then said, "What are you....BEASTS doing here ??"  Kurt smiled.  It was Tad.

The female figure on the bed drew the sheets up around her. "GET OUT OF HERE !!", she screamed. Kurt's smile got bigger.  It was Pinky.

"What the Shit is this ?", Kurt said gleefully.  "A little Poke Session ?  This a private party, or can anybody join ?"

Neither Tad or Pinky said anything in the face of the Spud Gun Kurt had leveled at them.  Kurt thought Tad looked comical standing there with his suddenly-limp member exposed.

"What's the matter ?" Kurt teased.  "We interrupt your little Bootie Call, you inbred fuckhead ?"

Tad's face contorted. "You DIRTY DOG !" he exclaimed. "Low-Life Piece Of TRASH....."

Kurt dropped his smile, and swiftly closed the distance between the two of them, jamming the Spud Gun into Tad's cheek.  With his free hand, he grabbed Tad by the hair and goose-walked him backwards to the center of the floor. 

"That's about enough outta you, Puss-Boy", Kurt said fiercely. "I'm doing the talking here now. You and your pukey rich-fuck friends had your say earlier today.  It's my turn now, UNDERSTAND ?"

Tad nodded his head slowly, and Kurt released his hair and stepped back.  "That's better, isn't it, dirty rich boy ? Now, tell us where the Weapons are in this place, and we'll be on our way.  You can get back to banging that little slut over there."

"There's...No Weapons here....", Tad said.  Kurt suddenly punched Tad hard in the belly.  Tad doubled up, but stayed standing.

"WRONG ANSWER, PREP ASSHOLE !!", raged Kurt. "Now, once more...Where Are The Weapons ?"

"We...We don't keep any...Here...", Tad gasped.  Kurt sent an uppercut to Tad's jaw, sending him sprawling on the floor.  A small scream escaped Pinky.

Kurt turned. "Tear This Place UP !", he said loudly to the Rockers.  "Find Those Weapons !"

As the boys were doing that, Kurt turned his attention towards Pinky.  "Just what are you doing here with him, Slut ?  I thought you was Derby's Cum-Receptacle."

"I broke up with Derby", Pinky said, "A month ago.  And I'm not a Slut !  I'm not like..."

"Sure you are", Kurt sneered. "A little rich-bitch Slut. How many guys do you do around here, stinky-puss ?  You do every Clique, just to slum, then run back to your inbred rich-boys, don't you ?"

"I wouldn't do you", Pinky said quietly. "I'm not Lola."

"What's that ?  What's that you say ?", Kurt said angrily.  "I wouldn't have your crab-filled cunt, you stuck-up Bitch !  Lola was way better than you'd ever dream of being, you little CUNT !"

"Then where is she ?", Pinky asked.  "What did you do with her ?"

Instead of answering, Kurt turned and shouted, "Anything ??"

Tibo and Benny spread their hands from different corners of the room.  "Nothing, Boss.  Just a buncha Eggs, is all", said Tibo.  Benny nodded likewise.

"SHIT !!!"  Incensed now, Kurt took giant steps over to the bed and yanked Pinky out by her hair.  She tumbled to the floor, and Kurt dragged her to the center of the room.  "WHERE'S THOSE WEAPONS ??" he screamed in her face.

"I...I..Don't Know....", Pinky sobbed. "Please....Please....Just leave us alone..."

Kurt threw her to the floor, and stormed over to Tad, hauled him up, and gave him a hard kick to the nuts.  "WHERE ARE THEY, RICH-BOY ? YOU BETTER START TALKING !!" When there was no answer forthcoming, Kurt began beating Tad, until he dropped to the floor, whereupon Kurt, still raging, started kicking him in the ribs.

Finally, Tibo said "Boss, that's enough....You're gonna really hurt him..."

Kurt stopped his kicking.  "I oughtta kill him....Disrespectful Bastard."  He was breathing heavily.

"Umm...Boss ?" Benny said. "What we gonna do ?"

"Shutup for a minute, I gotta think", Kurt said, regaining his control. "I gotta think."

The scene resembled a frozen photograph, as Kurt fought to marshal his thoughts.  Then, suddenly, he reached down and hauled up the still-naked Pinky by her hair.  "Let Me Go", Pinky was crying.  "I'll scream Rape !!"

"Go ahead, Bitch...No one's gonna hear you down here", Kurt snickered. Pinky knew that was true.  No one would hear them.  "I wouldn't rape your diseased pussy if you paid me."  Kurt pushed her over to the bed.  "Get your clothes on, Skank.  You're taking a little trip."

"Boss, No !", exclaimed Tibo. "That's Kidnaping !"

"Not to worry boys", Kurt said. "Ain't nothing gonna happen to us."

"Whadda mean, Kurt ?" Jero spoke up suddenly. "Isn't that like a Federal Crime or something ?"

Kurt laughed. "It don't matter.  Crabblesnitch will cover us."

"What's Crabblesnitch gotta do with anything ?", asked Bonz.

"He's the reason I'm here", Kurt said. "The reason we're all here.  I'm the Good Doctor's dirty little secret."

None of them had anything to say to this, for they didn't know what Kurt meant.  Pinky had finished dressing, and Kurt grabbed her by the arm and hauled her to the center of the room again.  "Benny, bind her up."  Benny took out some duct tape from his pocket.  Kurt marveled again at how efficient Benny was.  He was always carrying useful shit around in those big pockets of his.  Benny grabbed Pinky's arms and pulled them around to her back, where he taped them up. 

"Oww !" Pinky hollered, "Watch it, you Jerk ! You're hurting me !"

"Gag her, too", Kirt told Benny. "I'm tired of listening to her shit."

Benny dutifully wrapped duct tape around Pinky's mouth, while Kurt went over to the dazed figure of Tad over on the floor, and grabbed his head by the hair and pulled him partway up.  "We're taking your little Girlfriend along with us", Kurt said and spit in Tad's face.  "You wanna bang her box again, you'll get us those Weapons. Caprice ?"  With that, he slammed Tad down to the floor.  "I'll be in touch. "  Kurt took a step back, and shot Tad in the head with the Spud Gun, knocking him out.

"Allright", Kurt said.  "Grab ahold of that cunt, and let's blow this place."
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The group made their way back to Hattrick House just the same way they came.  They saw no one, and no one saw them.  Upon arriving, Kurt ordered Benny to stash Pinky.

"Put her in that room in the Basement that ain't got no windows", Kurt told Benny.  "Make sure she can't get out."

"Uh...There ain't no bed down there", said Benny.

"Take some blankets", retorted Kurt. "She can sleep on the floor.  She's used to sleeping with hard things, that oughtta suit her just fine."

While Benny was taking Pinky down the narrow stairs to the basement, Kurt met with the others in the living room. 

""What are we gonna do with her, Boss ?", Grungy said nervously.  "We can't keep her here.."

"We'll have to find a place to stash her", Kurt said.  "Someplace deserted.....Secure, so she can't escape."  He thought for a moment.  "That Prep fuck won't come to till sometime tomorrow, that will give us some time to stash her somewhere else.  Tibo, scout out some locations while it's still dark.  Take Jero  with you.  Grungy, we need a box, or a sack....Something to transport a body in.  Bonz, I want you to siphon some gas from over at the Oil Spill pumps, then come back and go with Benny over to where the Carnival has it's winter storage barn.  You two are gonna steal a Go-Kart."

Kurt stood and looked around at his boys.  This is what they respected about him, his ability to lead.  Although they somewhat feared him because of his occasional erratic anger, they had all been together a long time, and he had always taken care of them.  "All right....Any questions ?....No ?.....Then let's get cracking.  This will all be over soon....When those stinking Preps hand over their Weapons to us."

The Rockers arose and quickly left to do Kurt's bidding.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Tony returned to his small office long after midnight.  He was weary. Putting the safe files back into his Filing Cabinet, stringing the chains and locking the padlocks, he turned his attention to the File that he had to copy on the Photocopier.  He had by chance obtained it when Ms. Danvers had gotten a newer one for her front School Office.  He started with the Ledger, the most damaging document of the File, which contained 60 pages going back over 5 years. 

More than two hours had gone by the time he was finished.  It was turning into a long night.  He stashed his copies underneath the Photocopier, and put the originals back in the File.  Now, he had to sneak the File back into Crabblesnitch's Office. 

Tony moved like a ghost down the darkened halls of the School to the Main Office.  There was always a small light left on in here at night.  He went to Crabblesnitch's door, and attempted to turn the knob.  Damn !  It was Locked !  Tony wished he had Karen's lock-picking skills.  He thought quickly....He would have to find another way.  He knew there was a disguised door that existed on the back balcony, he would just have to find it.  Tony was just about to go when he stopped still.  What was that strange noise he was hearing ?  It seemed to be coming from the other side of the door.  Tony put his ear to the door.  Strange animal-like noises were coming from the other side of the door.  If Tony didn't know any better, he would think it was.......

Naw, It couldn't be.....Or Could It ?

Tony left the Main Office at a silent trot, ran to the window in the far hall that somehow strangely opened up to the back balcony.  Tony had never figured that one out, and nobody he knew ever had either.  Climbing through the window onto the balcony, he moved to the other end.  The secret door was here somewhere.....

Tony took out his lighter, and searched, looking for cracks or anything that would give him a clue as to where the outline of the door would be.  He looked for several minutes, and was about to give up, when a thought struck him....What if this was like Jimmy's Tunnel door ? 

Instead of looking for cracks in the mortar, Tony started looking at the bricks themselves.  Looking for a brick that didn't quite belong.  And then he spotted it.  A brick that was slightly off-color than the others, a little bit lighter.  Tony exerted pressure on it, just as he did to the rock in Jimmy's Tunnel.  He was rewarded by a barely-audible CLICK.....And the whole mass of bricks, in the irregular shape of a doorway, silently moved inward.

Tony stepped carefully inside.  He was in a small room off of Crabblesnitch's Main Office.  Tony eased open the connecting door.  The sounds that he had heard earlier were much more audible now, coming from an area over on the other side of the large room.  Tony waited for his eyes to adjust to the total darkness.  From the times he had been in the Office himself, he remembered the layout.  He finally began to creep silently to where the file cabinet was.  Finally touching it, he selected a drawer and slowly pulled it out, as to not make any noise.  With care, he eased the File into the drawer and then eased it back shut.  The sounds coming from across the room more than covered the small noises that Tony was making.

Tony turned to return to the small door, but stopped.  He felt his pockets for his small digital camera that he had gotten from photography class (which was his favorite class, possibly due to the sexy Ms. Phillips), and found it.  This was just too good to pass up, Tony thought.  He set the aperture opening to maximum, and the exposure to infinite, aimed the camera in the direction of the noises, and took a picture.  Then he moved noiselessly to the small room, and out the secret door to the balcony.  Pulling the secret door closed, he returned to the window, and trotted through the halls once more to his small Office.

Grabbing the copied File from where he had hidden it, he once more made his was to Jimmy's secret cavern to stash it there, and returned to his Dorm at long last.  He would get the picture off the chip tomorrow, when he went to Photography Class...That is, if he was awake to go to class.  He was really bushed, it had been a long day and long night.  Tony didn't know it, but there were much more of those to come.
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[Mercury]

"I got it all, Benny", Bonz panted, lugging a can of gas.

"Nice, boy. Let's get going, the Carnival isn't far", Benny replied.

"Yeah". Bonz agreed.

The two Rockers were whispering, although nobody could be listening to them at that time of the night.  The streets of Old Bullworth Vale were empty, except the Shopkeeper of the Yum Yum Market that was removing snow before the entryway of his shop.  He paused and rested on the end of his shovel, using a thumb to adjust his green cap, and watched as Benny and Bonz passed by, greeting them with a short nod.  Benny responded with a nod, and then blinked as the Street Lamp suddenly lighted, before returning to dark immediately.  He took a short look at his friend who was carrying the clumsily-filled can of gas.

"Hey, Bonz...You've ever used a Go-Kart ?" he asked.

"No... But I gotta idea how it works", Bonz replied.

"Yeah. I wonder what Kurt has in his mind about that thing", Benny said.

"Me too." the kid answered with a shrug, looking at his feet.

Bonz was a short boy, but who knew how to take care of himself.  He had a large jaw and a freezing look able to make anybody he met feel constrained, but his fellows Rockers knew he wouldn't hurt anybody without a reason.  The most remarkable thing about him was the large scar he had on the left temple.  Only he knew the origin of it, and anybody asking about it had for response a vague ‘Childhood Accident’ or ‘a punch in the Temple‘.   The way he always remained ice cold had seduced Kurt since that day he had taken Bonz under his wing.

"Here we are, Bonz, the Carnival.  Looks creepy at night if you ask me", Benny muttered.

"I guess we'll have to climb over the fence…I forgot my ticket." Bonz  joked while staring at the empty Ticket Counter.  The boys climbed over the Gates

The Rockers made their way through the whole Midway, and stopped before the Go-Kart Circuit Gate.  Benny dug through his pockets and found his lock-picking personal equipment.  A minute later, the lock fell next to Benny's feet, and the metal door to the Go=Cart Circuit opened.
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[BloodChuckZ]

By the time Tibo and Jero returned from their search for a place to stash Pinky, Grungy had already come back with a large burlap potato bag that he found behind a Restraraunt, and Benny and Bonz had successfully stolen the Go-Kart, which was parked in the drive leading to the house.  Tibo reported that they had found a deserted building over in Blue Skies on the defunct Wonder Meats property that would serve well for hiding Pinky.  There was one minor problem, however.

"There's a real old padlock on the double doors, all rusted up", reported Tibo. "Doubt if Benny can get it open.  We're gonna have to cut it off."

Kurt thought a moment. "Sneak by the Autoshop at school.  Find something we can get that lock off with", he said.  "Haul that bitch up outta the basement and bag her.  The rest of you swipe some bikes and meet us over there.  I'll take the cunt over there myself."
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Trussed up like a hog and stuffed into the potato bag, wrapped in blankets, Pinky rode crossways on Kurt's lap as he guided the Go-Kart through the dark, empty early-morning streets of The Vale, Bullworth, New Coventry, and Blue Skies.  Arriving at the building, he dumped Pinky off on the ground after parking the Go-Kart.  He unbundled her and pulled down the head of the sack.

Pinky glared at him and attempted to talk, but could only make sounds because of the tape still wrapped around her mouth.

"Mmmm-Muuuuu !!", was all that Kurt could hear.

"Calm down, little Prep-slut", Kurt said.  "We'll get you in to your new home shortly."

"Mmmm-Mumm-Muuuuu !!!" Pinky's eyes flashed fire.

Soon, the other Rockers pulled up on bikes, and dismounted.  Tibo carried a crowbar with which he made short work of the rusted lock.  Entering the building, the boys discovered that it was, in fact, a small Warehouse, with two large bay doors facing to the North.  Using their lighters, they found the electricity was cut off to the building, as none of the switches worked.  The place dusty and cobwebby, with various junk lying about on the floor.  Pinky was trundled in and dumped into a corner of what appeared to be a small, windowless Office.

"OK, boys....I'll take first watch.  We'll rotate every few hours.  Return to the house.  Benny, take the Go-Kart back to the Carnival Barn and wipe it down, just exactly how you found it.  Tibo, come relieve me after morning classes tomorrow.  Bring along some eats and water, and more blankets.  Flashlight, too.  A Kerosene Heater would be nice, if you could find one.  We'll get in touch with our little pal Tad tomorrow night and see if he has our Weapons or not.  If the Cops show, you don't know what they're talking about."  Kurt paused.  "All right, that's it.  Stand tall."

The boys filed out, mounted the bikes and the Go-kart and headed off, Leaving Kurt alone with Pinky.  Kurt barred the door by moving a heavy wood order cabinet in front of it.  He put a blanket around Pinky, and then settled down himself with another blanket to wait.  before long, both he and Pinky drifted off into sleep.
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[BloodChuckZ]

The next morning's classes went on as usual.  Nobody noticed Pinky, or for that matter Tad, was missing.  The pure fact was that the Preps did pretty much what they wanted.  If they came to class or not was no concern of the School Administration.  The other truth was that no attendance was ever really taken after the first day of School, and that was only to benefit the Teachers by letting them know who should be in their class.  All Preps always passed their classes as a matter of course, while most of the other Cliques were also passed unless they ran too far afoul of the administration or created a huge scandal that was detrimental to the largely manufactured image of the School as an 'elite' Preparatory Academy. 

Rooming alone at the Dorm also meant that there wasn't any roommate to notice Pinky gone, and the other girls were quite used to her occasional absences for whatever reasons they really didn't care about.  Probably Pinky's only real part-time friend was Christy, who was almost as dysfunctional as she was.  And sometimes, even though they didn't get along well, Pinky would hang around with Lola, mostly due to their similar vain personalities.  Lola, in fact, had helped Pinky in the wake of the bombings, after Karen had beaten her up over her designs on Tony.  But Lola was gone now, gone off to Detroit and Johnny Vincent.  There was no one to really miss Pinky anytime soon.

Late morning came to the Wonder Meats Warehouse Building.  Pinky woke from an uneasy sleep to find Kurt watching her from across the small room.  Staring at her intently, in fact.  At some point, Kurt had removed the tape from her mouth.

"Ohhhh", Pinky moaned. "It's so cold...."  She attempted to burrow deeper into her blanket.

"We'll have a heater coming shortly", Kurt said after a while.

"But I'm Freezing", Pinky complained.  "My fingers and toes are turning blue !"

"Then they'll match the rest of your swanky outfit", Kurt laughed.  He got to his feet and went over to Pinky, pulled her forward to examine her bound hands behind her back.  They did indeed have a little tinge of blue on the fingertips.  Kurt let Pinky fall back, and grabbed her left leg.  He roughly pulled off her penny-loafer and examined her toes.  Whitish, but not bluish.  He tossed the shoe in a corner, and returned to his spot across the room.

"Heeey !", Pinky squealed. "I need that !  Why do you have to be so mean ?"

"Don't look like you're gonna be running off anytime soon", Kurt replied.  "As to being 'mean', there's a simple answer to that, Bitch....I hate Preps.  All you Preps."

"But why ?", Pinky pleaded.  "I haven't ever done anything to you !"

"No, but your boyfriends have", Kurt said harshly, "And they're gonna pay...And pay big."

"You can't do anything to them", Pinky said, "Their fathers run this whole place !  They'll have you tracked down, and......"

A bellow of laughter erupted from Kurt.  "That's rich, little rich girl.....Nobody is gonna do anything to me me.  I got like, see, a little bit of unexpected protection."

"What does that mean ?"  Pinky asked. "Just who are you anyway ?"

"Huh", Kurt huffed. "Till about a month ago, I was just Kurt.  No Identity, no clue where I came from. Then, I was getting sent to this shitty place.  I wouldn't leave without my gang, so they got sent too.  All them are just like me....No family, no clue.  Now......" Kurt trailed off.

"Now you found out something ?", Pinky whispered.  Despite her discomfort, she was becoming interested in the story.  It was all so.....Exciting.

'Yeah", Kurt said after a bit.  "And your asshole boyfriend's families somehow have something to do with my being here....And my boys.  All in the name of the Good Doctor...."

"I....Don't understand....", whispered Pinky through numb lips. 

Kurt suddenly stood and left the small room.  He went into the Warehouse proper, leaving Pinky behind, and using his lighter, started doing a little investigating.  An hour later, there was a series of raps on the door that Kurt recognized as their gang's code knock.  He went to the door, and moved the large storage bin out of the way to open it.

It was Tibo, who came equipped with some needed items....A heater, a small lantern, flashlight, and more blankets.  Tibo reported that Benny was going to secure a padlock when it was his turn to stand watch over Pinky.  He also related that no one had seen Tad at School or elsewhere as of yet, and nobody seemed aware that anything was amiss. 

Kurt helped Tibo bring in and set up the heater, and soon enough, the small room was getting warmed up.  Though Kurt wouldn't have minded seeing Pinky turn the same shade of blue as her clothes, he knew that he couldn't let their captive come to any harm.  A frostbitten hostage would do them no good in trade for the Weapons they were seeking. 

Leaving Tibo with a few instructions, Kurt left the Wonder Meats Warehouse, taking the slow, ungainly bike with the large basket that Tibo had used to transport the stuff he brought.  Before leaving Blue Skies, he ditched that and stole a much faster bike for his return to Bullworth.  He would have to track down Tad and see what the Prep's response to his demand had been.  It was quite possible that Tad was still lying in a heap back at the Beach House.  Kurt hoped he hadn't beaten the boy too badly.  He had gotten a bit carried away, as he sometimes did.  But prickass or not, Tad was now a central pawn in Kurt's plan to gain those Weapons.  And once he had them, he would turn them on the very ones who supplied them, those stinking Preps.  Hold all of them hostage in Harrington House, if he had to.  It was time to find out the whole truth of his and his Clique's presence here at Bullworth Academy.
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[Mercury]

"Here he is, the Mascot !  Hey Nick, catch this one !", Bo called.

Nick, who was at the top of the stairs leading to the Football Field in the cold early morning air, made a few steps back to intercept the ball sent by Bo.   He kept it in the hands while running down the stairs, and threw the ball to a random Jock.

"Hey Damon." Nick greeted.

"Hi there, Mascot !" the Jock responded, tapping his huge hand on Nick's shoulder.

"My ankle's better. I guess I can play with you guys now", Nick allowed.

"Very good, Ha-Ha !" Laughed Damon.

The whole Football Team began to warm up, anticipating that Coach Burton would arrive shortly.  And they were right.  The fat man in the tank-top walked down the stairs, although the winter air was still very cold.  Like he did everyday, he insulted the Team and told them to start working out.  He didn't even pay attention to Nick, who found these exercises pretty easy compared to the old Karate training he had back in Los Angeles.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Tad was quite a long time waking up from the beating that Kurt had given him.  It was afternoon before he came to.   He groaned and rolled over on his side, and the immediately wished he hadn't.  Pain shot through his torso in quick jabbing waves.  Undoubtedly, Kurt had broken some of his ribs with all his savage kicking. Tad managed to to get up on his knees and elbows, but found he could not get up.  Crawling to the door, Tad was just able to get it open and crawl across the threshold.

The Beach House itself, actually the old Keeper's House, stood next to the Lighthouse. The interior walls had been gutted long ago to create one huge room, equipped with a full bar, card tables, an old-style stand-up video game, and the bed in the far corner, where Tad an Pinky had carried on their secret trysts for the past several months, even while she was still going with Derby.

From his low position, he surveyed around him.  He was up on the high platform that abutted the Beach House.  Directly in front of him was the part of the platform that led down to the small dock where come Spring, a boat would be docked.  To his left was a ramp which led down to the sand.    From his position, Tad could see no one out on the beach in either direction.  There was no one he could hail for help. 

Tad crawled to the edge of the ramp and attempted to navigate his way down.  Instead, he lost his precarious balance and tumbled down the full length to the bottom, aggravating his injuries. As he came to a rest at the bottom of the ramp in a heap, he did not move.
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In a dream shrouded in blue haze, Tad heard voices....voices calling his name.....Questions.  Then he felt lifted up, floating, floating......Then, street noises, muffled sounds.....a door opening, muted conversation......Then, laid down on a cloud....White all around.....He must speak, had to talk, to tell......

"Pinky", he mumbled, ".....Taken....Weapons...."
"What's he saying ?", a voice asked.
"Something about....Tad, what are you saying ?", another voice, familiar.
"They....Took...Pinky", Tad spoke in a whisper.  "For....Weapons...."
"Took Pinky ? Who took Pinky ?", the voice, again. "What do you mean ? Tad ? Tad ?"

But the voice was fast receding, as the whiteness turned into darkness.  He was falling, falling, into the void, into the blackness.  It would be a whole day more before he would come to again.
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Out on the street in front of the Vale Clinic, Derby, Biff, and Gord were gathered, after finding Tad crumpled at the bottom of the ramp and carrying him to the Vale Clinic.

"What was he saying in there ?", asked Gord.
"Sounded like he said someone took Pinky", Derby answered.
"That's what I heard too", said Bif.
"Who took her ?", asked Gord. "Did he say ?"
"No", Derby said. "I'd guess whoever beat him."
"Has anyone seen Pinky today", questioned Bif.
"I haven't seem her much at all since we broke up", Derby said.
"Didn't he say something about Weapons ?", Bif asked.
"Yeah, but I don't know what he's talking about", Derby said.

The boys decided to check the Beach House.  Arriving, they found the door open.  Inside, the place had been trashed.  There was stuff laying about everywhere, thrown to the floor as if the place had been searched in a hurry.  Cabinets were opened, contents were scattered, and the bar had been up-ended.  Even the gaming console and drink machine had been pulled away from the wall.  If the intruders had been looking for Weapons, they had come up empty here.  Only Derby knew the true location of the Weapons the Preps had left...On the second floor of the Glass Jaw Boxing Gym, the off-campus stronghold of the Clique. 

Poking around further, they discovered that all the blankets were missing from the bed.  The sheets were rumpled, as if having been slept in....Or maybe something else.  Pinky's small purse was found spilled open alongside the bed, confirming that she had indeed been here.  Derby knew she had been staying in the Girl's Dorm, so what was she doing here ?  And, for that matter, what was Tad doing here with her ?  Suspicions swirled around in Derby's mind, but he said nothing.  He hadn't been keeping tabs on the crazy bitch after she left that night, but was now wishing he had.  During their often stormy relationship, she had pulled that little trick many times, only to come crawling back.  For, as Derby knew, Pinky would never be happy with any of those Paupers, they could never be able to give her the finer things in life that she craved so much.  He hadn't considered, though, that she might turn her charms on one of their own.

Derby ordered the others to gather the Prep Clique together and start a search for Pinky.  They were to look at the School, Bullworth Town, and The Vale.  Unspoken was the fact that none of them were to venture into the other Towns.  The Perps would be attacked on sight by the Greasers that hung around New Coventry, and attacked on sight by the Townie kids in Blue Skies.  If Pinky couldn't be found soon, Derby would enlist outside help.  First, though, he wanted to have a little talk with Tad, when he woke up, and get the real truth out of him.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Tony woke up late enough to miss his morning classes, but he was just in time for Photography Class.  While the others were fooling around, Tony took time off from ogling Ms. Phillips to pull the memory card from his digital camera, and slot it into the pic-port of a computer at the back of the room.  Accessing the program, he pulled up the pictures and selected the shot that he had taken the night before.  When the image flashed on the screen, Tony was stunned.  The image was a bit darkened, but clearly was showing two people engaging in some sort of carnal activity.  Tony used the program to lighten the picture, and the ecstatic face of Ms. Danvers became clear.  She was clearly 'Riding The Bull', to put it into nicer terms.  The figure of Dr. Crabblesnitich was also visible with his face in profile.  Since Tony had not used a flash and had just relied on the wide open aperture and infinite exposure, he wasn't at all sure he would get anything. 

He glanced furtively about the room.  No one was paying him any attention.  Quickly he selected the 'PRINT' option from the menu, chose 'BEST' for the picture quality, and the old noisy Printer rattled into action.  Tony kept a guarded watch while the picture was being printed, least anybody wander over to see what he was doing.  When the photo was done, Tony let it dry a bit, then put it in a large envelope which he then stuck in his backpack, all the while watching to see if anyone had observed him.  No one had, they were all busy with whatever they were doing.

Pulling the memory card from the computer after closing out the program, Tony knew he had just scored Gold with this picture.  How, or of what use it would ever be, he was uncertain....But it could be his ace in the hole if he ever ran afoul of the Headmaster.  For obvious reasons of safety, he decided he'd better hotfoot it after class over to the secret Cavern and hide the picture.

Karen met him after class and wanted to hang out, but he put her off, saying he had something to do and would be back shortly.  To forestall any of her questions, he promised to take her to the French Restaurant when he returned.  He then set off alone, taking great care to make sure he wasn't being followed.
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[Mike_W]

It was getting towards the end of January.  The School day was ending when the School intercom suddenly came on, with Ms. Danvers announcing that there would be fewer Apples available in the Cafeteria for the time being.  Bananas would now have to do as a fruity snack of choice.  Most of the Students groaned and complained at this news, as the Apples and Bananas were the only foods the Students could safely eat in the Cafeteria since Edna's cooking was notoriously questionable.  Now the number of edible foods was cut in half. One Student however, actually enjoyed this news.  This student was Fatty, who absolutely loved Bananas, but there were always never enough for him to stuff his face with....until now.

Fatty limped down the hall towards the Boy's Bathroom, his broken leg still in a cast, but healing.  If there was one thing Fatty did as much as eating, it was using the Bathroom.  Fatty proceeded to sit his large ass down on the toilet and shut the door to his stall, taking care to properly adjust his leg in the cast.  To pass the time, he unpeeled his favorite Banana snack and began to munch.  Meanwhile, Fatty could hear footsteps coming into the Bathroom.  Fatty stopped straining for a moment to see if he could figure out who was invading his private moment.  All of a sudden, he could hear the unzipping of a fly, the tinkling sound of piss, and a very distinctive laugh.  There was also a very unusual sound that Fatty recognized as the sound that is made when a stream of piss is no longer hitting the urinal.  Fatty's face crunched up in disgust when he considered that the person nearby was now wetting down the wall on purpose.

"Ah-Ha-Ha-Ha, Ha-Ha-Ha !", laughed the familiar voice of Lucky.  Fatty now thought it would be better if he were to take a look and see what was so funny.  When Fatty peeked out the crack between the door and the wall, what he saw was completely unexpected.  Lucky wasn't taking a piss on the wall…He was aiming into the urinal all right, but it was what was in the urinal that made Fatty start to snicker.  In the base of the urinal sat a very comical looking Edna mask.  Up above it was Lucky, aiming back and forth to completely douse the odd looking face mask until the cardboard it was made out of began to sag and deform.  As he finished up, Lucky made sure to drain the rest of his urine straight into the mouth of the mask.  What Fatty saw next both surprised and disgusted him.  Lucky turned around and began to take a shit in the urinal.

"Aww, Gross !", Fatty whispered to himself. 

"Haw-Haw, Eat Dirt, Sucker !", Lucky yelled as a turd slapped down onto the mask.

As soon as Lucky cleaned up, grabbing some Toilet Paper from an empty stall, and then exited the bathroom, Fatty gathered himself up and started to leave as well.  Before he left, Fatty threw the Banana peel down on the floor near the toilet he had just used.  Mr. Luntz will have one hell of a task when he comes to clean the Bathrooms tonight, thought Fatty, and he will no doubt be very angry.
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[Mike_W]

At 7:00 PM, the last of the students were running towards the nearest exit.  They knew very well that the Prefects began to patrol the halls at seven sharp and were very serious about not wanting ‘Trespassers’ hanging around at night.  After closing up the School Store, Mr. Luntz began his rounds of cleaning.  He would start with the halls, move on to the Cafeteria, fix any broken light bulbs or glass windows, and left his least favorite chore for last....Cleaning the Bathrooms.

At 3:00 AM, Mr. Luntz made his way into the Boy's Room on the first floor.  He was immediately hit with a horrible stench.  "Ah, son of a bitch, that Stinks !", screamed Mr. Luntz as he pinched his nose.  He spotted the source of the smell right away as his eye caught a glimpse of a piece of shit in the middle urinal.  "Those little pesky snots !", muttered Mr. Luntz.  Now, he would have to go retrieve his little handheld shovel, his 'pooper-scooper' as he called it.  Mr. Luntz would be damned if he was going to pick that thing up with his bare hands. 

When he came back, the Janitor quickly scooped the foul mess up, revealing a soggy, brown-stained Edna mask in the base of the urinal. "Ha-Ha-Ha, FOOL !", laughed Mr. Luntz, "This is priceless !"  He then gave the crap in his shovel a little toss towards the nearest toilet.  As accurate as the toss was, he was not able to score a 3-pointer.  The crap hit the rim of the bowl and promptly splattered, half of it landing in the water and the other half going all over the nearby wall.  "God Dammit !!!", Mr. Luntz shouted, "Now I have to wipe that up !"  Mr. Luntz picked out the mask from the urinal and threw it in the toilet bowl to be flushed with the now half-a-turd.  Then Mr. Luntz walked into the stall and ripped off a gob of Toilet Paper to wipe the mess he created off of the wall.

When he finished cleaning the wall, Mr. Luntz discarded the Toilet Paper into the toilet and pushed down on the handle.  The shit, the mask, and the paper swirled around until they stopped, jammed up in the drain.  All the garbage that the Janitor was trying to dispose of had clogged the toilet and the water began to rise quickly.  "Oh Shit, Oh Shit !!", cried Mr. Luntz.  As he turned and attempted to run to fetch his plunger, his foot slipped on the Banana peel on the floor thrown there by Fatty that afternoon.  Mr. Luntz could feel his feet lift off the floor, and before he could scream, his face plunged into the germ infested water in the toilet.  The water had then started to overflow and streamed past Mr. Luntz's ears and through his hair. 

"Fuck My Life !!", cried Mr. Luntz as he hastily pulled his face out of the crapper.  Mr. Luntz was about to have a long night cleaning up this massive mess and he was hell bent on taking it out on those little bastards the next morning.

“Dr. Crabblesnitch will hear about this !", Mr. Luntz vowed. There were going to be some changes around here, THAT was for sure.
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[Mike_W]

The next morning, most of the Bullworth campus was waking up feeling well rested…All of them except for Mr. Luntz.  The School's only Janitor awoke having only slept for two hours the previous night.  As he crawled out of bed, Mr. Luntz recalled why he was so groggy and quickly dressed and made for Dr. Crabblesnitch's Office.  Mr. Luntz had a bone to pick, he wanted something done about those little bastards and all the crap he had to put up with.  The previous night had been the final straw.

As the Janitor entered the School Office, he breezed by Ms. Danvers, who instead of trying to stop him from bursting into the Principal’s Office, went into gagging spasms.  Throwing aside the doors, he strode into Dr. Crabblesnitch’s Office, who immediately stood up from his chair. "What in God's Name is that Stench ?", questioned Dr. Crabblesnitch.  He was about to find out just what it was, and that it was Mr. Luntz's hair, near impossible for him to scrub the smell of toilet from his head after the incident the night before. 

"Sir, I have had it up to my Ass !  Something must be done about those little shits...I mean Students !", Mr. Luntz said loudly.  The Janitor then proceeded to tell the Principal the whole story of the night before and included every detail, including the part about the mask.  Dr. Crabblesnitch's face twitched as he tried not to laugh when he heard about the mask.

 "All Right, Mr. Luntz, I shall make an announcement during the first class period. This nonsense will stop now !", promised the Headmaster.

About an half-hour later, the intercom came to life with the sound of Dr. Crabblesnitch's voice.  "Attention students....it has been brought to my attention that some Students find it amusing to misuse the facilities in the Restrooms.  The act of leaving garbage in any place other than a waste receptacle will not be tolerated.  Nor will the act of depositing feces in the urinals."  At this, Lucky turned to his Greaser friends and began distributing high fives and nods of approval.  Dr. Crabblesnitch’s voice continued: "The ability to use the Restrooms will now be a privilege.  Those wishing to use the facilities will require a Bathroom Pass with the proper date and time of use recorded with the students current Teacher at the time of issuing the pass.  Furthermore, punishments for misconduct will be from now on, much more strict.  That is all."   Dr. Crabblesnitch ended the announcement with a clicking off of the microphone.

The Bathroom on the first floor had began to attract rats as a result of the little mishap.  Mr. Luntz was ordered to lay rat traps in the room, mostly near the walls to avoid being stepped on by unsuspecting Students.  "I hope one of those little fuckers steps on one of these", Mr. Luntz muttered as he rubbed his hands together after laying the traps.
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[Repo Man]

It was now 9 PM. The whole Schoolyard was empty, except for the Prefects. However, many of the Students weren't sleeping just yet…They were in the basement, at The Hole.  A fight was to be held, between Bif Taylor, of the Preps, and Norton Williams, the strongest Greaser.  As The Hole fights weren't held all the time, no one really wanted to miss one.  The whole School, all except the Nerds and the Rockers, managed to fit around the ring.

Nick was there too, and this time, he was watching.  Some dried blood was on the floor of the ring, and it was probably from his fight with Damon.  Tony rang the bell for Round 1, and the fight started.  Norton's raw strength was no match for the incredible technique and speed Bif possessed.  Even Nick had to admit that Bif deserved to be the champion.

In Round 2, Norton woke up, stopped a mindlessly charging at Bif, and even dodged some punches. The problem was he couldn't hit Bif either.

"It's Over", Derby said loudly, "Bif will finish that Pauper."

"Hey, you dirty Prep, better watch your fucking mouth !", Vance threatened.

"Paupers !", Derby snorted, "You poor bastards don't even deserve to live."

"OK, now shut up and watch !", Nick said.  "I can't even hardly pay attention because of all your noise !."

"You shut up, new kid !" Chad joined in. "You think you're smart just because you......"

"Now hold it !"  Tony rang the bell to end the second round and interrupted.  "If you wanna settle it the Bullworth way...." Here he pointed at the ring....."This is the perfect place."

"Sounds good to me", said Nick calmly.  "I already got 2 wins, I'll make it 3. Who wants a match ?"

 "I want it",  Derby spoke up, "But not in this filth. We'll do it gentleman's way, Penty.  Come to the Glass Jaw Boxing Club come Sunday. That is, if you aren't afraid to pugilize."

"You wish",  Nick said. "I'll be there. Sunday. Count on it."

Bif finished off Norton in the next round with a right hook, and he was the winner.  Everyone exited the Basement, keeping an eye out for the patrolling Prefects.
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[Repo Man]

At 6 AM the next morning, Nick woke up early.  He put on a sweatshirt, heavy kaki pants, gloves, and a wool sock hat, left a sleeping Tony in the Dorm room and went outside.  Nick snuck out the Front Gates, took the nearest bicycle from the rack, and pedaled over the large Truss Bridge in the approaching dawn to the Yum Yum Market in Bullworth Town, where he bought four Eggs.  He then returned to the Dorm, where he mixed the Eggs in a glass, and drank them up.  After doing some push-ups and sit-ups, Nick decided to go down to the Football Field and jog some laps.  On the way there, he saw Seth the Prefect.

“Hey…Why are you out so early ?”, Seth demanded.

“I, uh, wanna practice some Soccer”, Nick lied, “Down on the Football Field, before the Jocks are up.”

That stumped Seth, who let him pass.  Nick made his way past the Gym and down on the Football Field.  After running 20 laps in the cold, fresh air, he went to the Clubhouse.  His new status as Mascot allowed him entering privileges.  He found most of the Jocks still sleeping on mats laid out on the floor, the small TV just showing static. Taking a couple of Dumbells, he went back outside to work out on the Pitch. 

It was a routine he was to repeat every morning until next Sunday, preparing for the Boxing Match with Derby.     
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[Mike_W]

The School bell rang, and Thad, Melvin, and Cornelius walked side by side as they exited their class and made their way to the Cafeteria.  On the way, they encountered Trent and Ethan.  Even though the Bullies were fairly dumb and oblivious, they had been a little cautious around Trent lately as a result of his recently revealed sexual preference.  Ethan was a little more forgiving.  He had been best friends with Trent for years, and decided to hang out with him while the rest of the Clique found excuses to keep their distance.

"Hey look, its that boy-lover, Trent", teased Thad, eager to divert any attention about his Theater activities away from himself. 

"I'm gonna waste this FARTBAG !", said Trent as he pointed at Thad.

"Be silent, Brother Knight, do not antagonize him !", Melvin pleaded to Thad.

Ethan walked over to Thad and gave him a mighty shove. "Get lost, girly-freak !!"   

Just then, Cornelius stepped into the argument and flashed his middle finger at the two Bullies and said in a threatening voice, "Here's my opinion of you !"

"You're gonna be pissing blood !", Trent shot back.

"It's not my fault you have phallus fantasies", jeered Cornelius.

At this point, a small crowd had already gathered to watch what was going down. A sudden "Ooooohhhh !!" had erupted from the spectators as Cornelius issued his zinger finger at Trent.

"Oh yeah, you should talk. You're the one who dresses up as a chick, GAY-WAD !", Ethan responded.

The crowd was really getting restless now, they could tell the shit was about to hit the proverbial fan.  Out of nowhere, Trent threw a stiff punch strait into Cornelius' face, sending his glasses through the air.  The crowd finally got what they were looking for, the fight had started.  Ethan soon joined the fray.  It was fairly one-sided until Melvin whipped out his Spud Gun and fired point blank into Ethan's nuts.  The Bully went down.  Trent ceased beating on the now-knocked out Cornelius and began punching Melvin in the groin.

"Oww !!! You Dirty Fag !!", shouted Melvin.

Feeling highly insulted, Trent wrestled the Spud Gun from Melvin and cracked him on the head with it. "Come on guys, back me up !", Trent hollered at his fellow Bullies in the crowd.  The Bullies didn't want to help though.  Even after watching Trent's dirty, ‘underhanded’ fighting style, they still wanted to keep their distance.  They didn't feel like getting an 'accidental' feel-up during the confusion.  Realizing he was on his own, Trent walked towards Thad with a menacing look on his face, saying, "Wanna play shirts and skins ?  I'll take of your shirt and rub against your skin !"

Thad’s eyes quickly sank back in his head, he was terrified.  At this point, the bell rang again, and the crowd broke up and scurried off to Lunch.  It was just Thad and Trent, a very creepy and threatening Trent....

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?  THERE IS NO FIGHTING IN THE HALLS !!”
Seth the Prefect had come around the corner behind Trent and tackled him.  Taking his cue, Cornelius ran away as fast as his skinny kegs would carry him.
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