The Bullworth Never Ending Story

[BloodChuckZ]

Earlier in the week, Tony had indeed gone to the Nerds when they were gathered in the Library and had proposed a Weapons contract.  He had taken Constantinos with him, and the two had sat at the back table with the Nerds in the area now re-built after the bombings to resemble a meeting area.

“So....What you are wanting is a open-ended Weapons deal ?”, asked Melvin uncertainly.

“That’s just it”, Tony had leaned over the table. “We know all about your deal with Derby.”

Bucky leaped up. “Impossible !  How can you know that ?”

Tony allowed a twisted smile.  “It’s my job to know things around here.”

“What’s in it for us ?”, Fatty suddenly asked.

Tony passed a look with Constantinos. “A cool grand”, he said.

The Nerds sat as if thunderstruck, their eyes wide.  “For how long ?”, Donald ventured.

“For as long as it takes”, Tony replied cryptically. “What do you say ?  We got a deal ?”

Nobody said anything for a moment. Then Melvin said, “I don’t like it.”

Cornelius now jumped up.  “Why Not ?  That’s more than we’re getting from those Poopy Prepheads.”

“We get protection....”, Melvin argued weakly.

“What’s that worth ?”, Tony asked. “You really expect them to hold to that ?”

“We got a contract....”, Melvin tried again.

“A Worthless Agreement. They will attack you just as soon as they think they can overpower you”, said Tony.  “I can offer you cash money. And our guarantee that our boys won’t attack you.”

“General Custer made a terrible mistake”, Thad suddenly piped up.

Tony and Constantinos just stared at Thad. “What are you talking about ?”, asked Constantinos.

“Custer thought he had enough firepower to overwhelm the enemy, but he underestimated their thuperior strengh”, Thad spit out. “We shouldn’t underestimate our enemy.”

Tony shrugged. “Just my point.  So how about it ?”  Pulling out $ 200, he placed it on the table. “Here’s our down payment.  Whatta say ?”

Bucky snatched up the money. “It’s a Deal !”, he proclaimed, with Thad, Donald, and Cornelius jumping in excitedly to agree.

“Wait....”, Melvin tried to interrupt, “We should talk this over...”

“No more talking, Traitor-Lover”, shouted Bucky. “We’re gonna do this !”

Fatty just sat with his arms folded, shaking his head.

“Good”, Tony said, rising from the table.  “I’ll pick up the Weapons every midnight at the Observatory until you do a thousand dollars worth.” Tony cocked his finger at the group and pulled an invisible trigger. “See you at the witching hour”, he said, and with Constantinos following, left the Library.
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Every night for the rest of the week, Tony and Constantinos met Thad and Bucky under cover of darkness and traded money for Weapons.  During the days, they visited with the Jocks and Greasers and supplied them with Weapons.  The Nerds had Weapons, and since the Preps were already being supplied with Weapons, Tony didn’t bother with  contacting them.  Tony was a little reluctant to give Weapons to the Bullies, but knew it had to be done.

Everywhere he went, Tony sensed discord within the Cliques.  He knew most of the reasons, but hoped that with restoring the balance of power to the School, the Cliques would work out their internal problems and unite once more.  He reasoned that if they felt more secure, They would be able to settle their differences and return to normal.

Little did Tony know of the real bloodbath that was yet to come.
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[Mercury]

Biff pushed through the door of Derby's little Office on the second floor at the Glass Jaw Gym and stopped before the wooden desk, trying to catch his breath. "Derby ! You'll never guess... What I found out !"

"What is it, Biff ?" Derby looked up from some documents and folded his arms.

"You were looking..." Biff was saying, “For a new trade to take over, right ?"

"That's right", Derby mused. “Those Nerds will never pay enough."

"The Bullies”, exclaimed Biff, still huffing.

"What, the Bullies ?", asked Derby, mystified.

"I just heard they're selling... Drugs”, revealed Biff.

Derby stood up, and picked up his Aquaberry coat.  Biff helped him to put it on while he explained the details.

"We've got to talk to Russell." Derby said as he went through the door Biff held for him.

"Russell ?”, Biff questioned. “I thought it was Trent that..."

"Not anymore, my friend”, Derby revealed. “They kicked him out since they discovered he's Gay…Bi-sexual…Whatever he is."

"Russell took back over ?" This was news to Biff.

"Yes”, Derby said. “And we need to make us a new deal.”

The two boys left the Glass Jaw Gym and headed back over to the School Campus.
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[Mercury]

"WHAT ?  RUSSEL DON'T WANT PROTECTION !", his big voice boomed, echoing off the nearby Boy’s Dorm.

"Come on, Russell, me and my friend are here to protect your boys from being caught or mugged”, Derby said smoothly.

"RUSSEL CAN DO IT !" The big, tall Bully responded.

"You can't be everywhere, Russell, face reality”, implored Biff.

"GET OUT OF RUSSELL'S PLACE !" he responded angrily.

"Don't forget about what we said, Russell...", Derby made a veiled threat as they left.

Both Preps headed to over to Harrington House, hands in their pockets. Biff handed a cigarette to his boss, and managed to push little Gloria out of the way.

“Hey, Morons !”, Gloria threatened, “I’ll tell Damon !”

The two Preps ignored her, lost in thought.  Gloria stared daggers at their retreating backs.

"So, what are we going to do, Derby ?", wondered Biff.

"Contact Chad and Bryce. We’ll use our own plan, Biff”, said Derby after a while.

"What kind of plan ?", asked Biff.

Derby hesitated by the Fountain.  "Find out where they sell. Get to know everything. Have our boys wear costumes and attack the Bullies”, he replied.

"Ah....So that Russell can understand….That he can't protect them at all ?", said Biff, understanding.

“Right.“ Derby stopped at the doors of Harrington House, and put his hand on Biff’s shoulder. "Now go on.", he laughed shortly. “Make it so.”

Biff, always the lackey, went off to do as he was told.
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[Mike_W]

Damon walked down the crowded hall. His last class of the day had just ended and he thought he would see if there was anyone ‘vending’ in the Bathrooms. The rumors had spread about the new deals the Bullies were providing.

To Damon's dismay, the stalls in the downstairs bathroom were occupied, but not with Dealers.  Damon hastily walked upstairs.  He had gone almost a week without drugs and he was starting to get edgy.

"Move Yo Sorry Ass !", commanded Damon as he pushed some Students out of his way.  Damon approached the other Bathroom and felt relieved when he noticed an open stall.  He entered and closed the door behind him.  As Damon began to piss into the toilet, a hand reached under the partition wall to greet him.  After Damon finished and zipped up his pants, he sent a return hand signal back to Troy.

"What-do-you-need?", said Troy, struggling with his own words.

"I'm lookin’ for a Steroid with a little more kick.", replied Damon.

"I-have-exactly-what-you-are-looking-for", strained Troy.  Soon a small bag filled with white powder emerged into Damon's stall.

"Haha sucka, I'm just gonna take that !", laughed Damon as he grabbed the bag.

"Hey-you-mother-fucker !", growled Troy in an unusually clear voice.  Troy had planned on something like this, he did exactly as Russell had instructed him to do.  Troy rolled a stink bomb under the stall with all his strength.  Damon noticed it roll past his feet and shatter as it made impact with the base of the toilet.  It would be the last thing he saw, at least until the smoke cleared.  Damon began to let out a series of ferocious coughs, the smell was overpowering.  The cloud soon drifted into a neighboring stall. 

"Oh my God !  I shouldn't have eaten all those Fishsticks for lunch !", moaned Fatty, his ass planted on the toilet in the next stall.  He began to chough and choke as the greenish gas drifted in.

Damon couldn't hold on to his precious cargo any longer.  He dropped the bag onto the floor where Troy's hand was ready to snatch it.  As soon as the smoke began to clear, Damon ran from the Bathroom.  To his disappointment, he no longer had his little bag of Steriods.  Seth burst into the bathroom after Damon had fled.

"What the hell is going on in here !", demanded the Prefect.  Troy remained silent and unmoving as he concealed his goods in case the stall door would be kicked down.  Before more action could be taken, Fatty limped out of his stall and answered Seth's question. "I musta pooped something' fierce !", Fatty groaned, as he hung a little cardboard pine tree from the stall door.
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[Mike_W]

That night when Damon met up with his Clique, he let them know of the previous events in the Bathroom.  The Jocks were mystified.  They couldn't figure out how Russell and his goons had got their hands on Stink Bombs.  While Tony had been down to supply them with a few Weapons, most of the school was still Weaponless, with the exception of the Nerds…Unless, the Bullies were getting supplied somehow, the same as Tony was supplying them.

"What about the ‘powdered doughnuts’ ?", remarked Damon, referring to the Steroids he had lost.

"Not now", said Bo.  He was still in amazement, as were the others about the source of the Stink Bombs.  What they didn't know was that it was the Townies that had supplied the Bullies with a small amount of Stink Bombs and itching powder in order to protect their drugs.

The Students at Bullworth would soon discover yet another mystery involving the newly established ‘Bully Cartel’.  The Bullies had recently schemed the brilliant idea of filling part of their bags of drugs with itching powder instead.  This idea was developed by Tom.  He thought it would be brilliant to sell off their stash of itching powder, as it was not worth shit.  This way they could sell their pure drugs elsewhere and make greater sums of money.  Those little punks at Bullworth would never know, they would just assume they had allergies or something.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Jake had a very busy week.  By listening in on the plans for the big dance, he knew just what the decorations were going to be.  A visit to the Crafts Shoppe had netted him the one item he really needed....Red and White balloons.  For several nights, he filled the balloons with the liquid from the barrel stolen from the Wonder Meats Warehouse, using an old tire pump he rigged for the purpose.  It was slow going, as he had to be very careful not to fill each balloon with too much liquid, least it break during transport.  Jake wanted the balloons to break, oh yes indeedy, but at the time of his own choosing, and not a moment before.

The other items Jake had found quite by accident during another earlier foray into the Basement of the Dragon’s Wing.  Looking for anything he could use in his latest plan, he had come across a box full of small radio-controlled Incineray Timers, along with another Walkie-Talkie looking device that had several frequency positions on it.  In another box, he had found several rolls of heavy-duty twine.  Finding these items was, in fact, what first planted the seed of an idea in Jake’s twisted brain.

By the time the barrel was emptied, Jake had about 80 fluid-filled balloons arranged in neat rows resting on the floor in the old Garage.  He then tied each one with a short section of twine, and attached the Incineray Timers to each.  Jake went to the rear of the Garage and selected four good-sized wooden crates, and using some insulation batting that was also stored there, carefully packed the filled balloons into the crates.  He had already rigged up a sort of attached carrier to the back of the Go-Kart to aid in the transport of his fragile cargo.  Crazy he was, but Jake always had possessed at talent for rigging up things.  As natural as it came to him now, it had been a skill learned at a very young age, where the difference to be able to do so meant survival or failure in the streets that he frequented as a semi-homeless child.

Jake knew he would need some help to transport and hang the balloons in the School.  He decided to hire a few Townies to help him out with the task.  Paid well enough, he found out, they would carry out whatever he wanted of them, as evidenced by their last mission he had given them to photograph, and then hang the posters of those queers.  And, as Jake found out, they hated Bullworth Academy with a passion, as many of them had once gone there and had dropped out or were expelled.

From what Jake remembered, the Prefects cut back on their patrolling after 2 AM.  Jake was confident that he could take out any remaining Prefects he needed to to be able to get the job done.  All that was left to do now was to bide his time and wait until the appointed hour.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Bif found out where the Bully boys were doing their business quite quickly, since it was pretty obvious.  Because of their in-School locations, no disguises by the Preps were even needed.  Bif sent their last two Prep boys to both Bathrooms simultaneously in-between classes to deal with both Tom and Troy.  To cover, at the pre-arranged time, Bif walked across the wooden walkway on the second floor and deftly dropped a couple of Stink Bombs over the side unseen.  As they hit the floor below and broke, Students milling around the front door scattered and ran, screaming.  Prefects immediately ran towards the source of the trouble, while Bif walked away unobserved.

Bryce had entered the upstairs Bathroom and eased into a stall next to the closed one.  A hand snaked out from under the partition, and Bryce returned a signal in kind.

“What-do-you-need ?”, came Troy’s horse voice.

“A bit of the white stuff, I think”, Bryce answered.

Troy’s hand snaked back under holding a white packet, and in that moment, Bryce lit and threw two M-80 Firecrackers over the wall separating the two stalls.

BAM !!  BAM !!

Reaching down right after, Bryce grabbed the packet from Troy’s unresisting hand, then quickly left the Bathroom.

In the downstairs Bathroom, Chad pulled the same number on Tom, pitching two M-80 Firecrackers over the stall separation, and snagging a bag of weed.

BAM !!  BAM !!

After taking the drugs from Tom’s limp hand, Chad likewise left the Bathroom at a fast walk.  Both boys made their way to the Lunchroom, while the smoke from the Stink Bombs was still clearing, for a pre-arranged meeting with Bif.  They sat at the far table and passed their ill-gotten booty to Bif, who quickly tucked them away in the pocket of his Aquaberry sweater. 

“Easy as Pie”, Bryce said.

“Never knew what hit him”, reported Chad.

“Since there’s no School tomorrow, we will probably have to wait until after the dance to hit the others”, said Bif.  “Besides, we will probably have to come up with some disguises, since the others are out in the open....We could get some from the props bin backstage when the Auditorium is unlocked tomorrow night for the performance.”

At that, the Preps rose from the table, and went to their afternoon classes as if nothing had happened, leaving the two Bullies knocked out in Bathroom stalls who never even got a look at their assailants.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Valentine’s Eve, the day before the big dance, had indeed arrived.  As the last of the Students left classes that day, Mandy assembled her all-girl work crew to put the final touches on the decorations.  Christy, Angie, Karen, Melody, Gloria, and even Zoe were a part of the crew who were putting up the decorations. An older girl who used to go to Bullworth, Bethany Jones, also came in to help at the request of Ms. Danvers.

The Tables were covered with crêpe paper table decorated with hearts and flowers that were cut from colored crêpe paper, and pasted on a base of white cheesecloth, which had been cut the size of small table cloth covers.  The napkins had large hearts for decorations to match the table covers.   The centerpieces, made in the form of beautiful flowers, were mounted on bases of heart-shaped candy boxes.  Red and White crêpe streamers wound around the tables completed the effect.

The Prefects Edward, Max, Seth, and Karl were also assigned to hang streamers and balloons from the rafters arching over the Great Hall.  To do this, they had to wrestle long ladders upstairs from the basement and then up the main set of stairs to the narrow overhanging ledge areas over the second floor.  It took quite a balancing act to stand the ladders here, and then to climb and string the ropes that were to support the streamers and balloons.  It was exhausting work, and the Prefects complained under their breath bitterly.  Such a to-do for a bunch of scum.  But they were working under the watchful eye of Ms. Danvers, and so carried out the task without letting her hear their grudging complaints.

In the Auditorium, the Theater Group, comprised almost entirely of Nerds, also had the task of putting up streamers and balloons over and around the stage area in preparation for Kurt’s Band, the ‘Bucket of Oysters’, who would be providing the live entertainment.  Those wishing to rock out to the music could take up seating in the Auditorium, and those who wanted to dance could still hear the music through speakers set up in the Great Hall.  The Nerds weren’t thrilled about this task, seeing as how no girl in their right mind would ever dance with them anyway.  Mandy kept checking into the Auditorium, keeping a sharp eye on how they were doing, and berating them when something she judged to be out of place was done wrong.

Long about midnight, the final touches were put in place to Mandy’s satisfaction, and everyone was released to go back to their Dorms.  There were to to be no classes on Valentine’s Day, and the catered food would arrive in the afternoon.  The Prefects would be given the task of overseeing the delivery and then guarding the food once it was in place.  They would also be policing the dance itself to prevent any shenanigans.  Since it was going to be a long day, they decided not to run their usual nighttime patrol shifts and retired for the evening, leaving the School, for a few hours, Unguarded.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Listening to his base radio that Valentine’s Eve, Jake was able to hear of the girls returning to the Dorm after midnight.  He listened to their chatter for awhile, confirming what he suspected....The decorations were up and everything was in place.  Then he heard Christy say something about how she saw the Prefects departing with the rest of the kids and leaving the School unguarded.  Mandy piped up and flippantly told her not to worry about it, that there was no food on the tables as yet for anybody to steal and that decorations didn’t need guarding. 

Jake had arranged for four Townies to meet him at the side Parking Lot of the School at 2 AM....Jerry, Otto, Leon, and Duncan.  He had given them a small advance to make sure they showed up, and a promise of much more if the job was carried out perfectly.  Jake made ready to go, as he would need to make four trips to transport the crates over to the School. 
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Jake brought each load to the Parking Lot and carefully lifted them off.  He sat each crate against the wall out of sight from any prying eyes from the School.  Jake knew he was taking a chance by leaving the crates unattended, but he had no choice.  Since there was a few empty crates from the decorations scattered around the edges of the Parking Lot, Jake was fairly sure that a few more wouldn’t be noticed.

As he pulled up the long drive carrying the last load, he saw the four Townies milling about the stone arches bordering the Parking Lot.  He stopped briefly and motioned them to follow him.  Jake drove to the Basement entrance at the side of the School and cut the motor.  In the silence, he listened as he waited for the Townies to catch up to his position, looking both ways down the stone pathways.  He half-expected to see a Prefect come running at him, even though he knew they had turned in for the night.

Jake hopped off and withdrew a crowbar.  He went down the stairs to the side Basement door, expecting to have to jimmy it open, but in a stroke of luck found it unlocked.  Jake snuck into the Basement, and made his way to the small area where Mr. Luntz usually bunked, intending to knock him out....But, more good fortune, Mr. Luntz wasn’t there.  Unbeknownst to Jake, and to just about everyone else, Mr. Luntz had taken another Holiday to visit his contacts in the Big Apple.

Jake returned to the Basement door, bound up the steps, and directed Jerry and Otto to carry the crate from the back of the Go-Cart down through the Basement, and had Leon and Duncan go and get one of the other crates and do likewise.  They were to take them through the Basement and up the stairs, but to leave them by the door in the access room and come back to get the other crates.  While he was waiting, Jake checked his Weapons and took the Go-Kart back beyond the Parking Lot and hid it.

As the Townies returned and hoisted the remaining two crates, Jake went with them into the Basement.  After the series of long winding rooms, they made their way up the stairs to the access room.  Inching open the door, Jake checked out the hallway. 

All was quiet.  Jake motioned them to start bringing the crates.  He directed Jerry into the Auditorium through the first floor doors, and the rest he led up the stairs to the second floor.  The School was eerily quiet, but none of them spoke.  Two of the crates were taken to the overhanging ledges that lined the side of the Great Hall, and the last went to the wooden walkway that spanned the two of them, over the entrance doors.

Jake noticed all the decorations, streamers, balloons....And the balloons were the key, they were all Red and White.  As an extra bonus to the night, the ladders had all left in place on the second floor, presumably to make it easier to take the decorations down when the event was over.  Jake directed Otto, Leon and Duncan to carefully remove the balloons from the crates and tie them up on the existing rows with the other balloons on the ropes.  He told them in a harsh whisper that if they dropped even one, the deal was off and they would not get paid.  Then he went to the Auditorium to see how Jerry was doing.

Jerry was making progress. While the ceiling was much too high in the Auditorium, the stage area had a Catwalk directly overhead that had already been festooned with balloons and streamers.  Jerry was having to take just a couple of the liquid filled balloons up the ladders to the Catwalk at at time.  Jake lent a hand here, unpacking and handing the delicate cargo up to Jerry to hang over the stage.  In this manner, the balloons were soon hung directly over the stage.

After just a couple of hours, the job was done without the loss of a single fluid-filled balloon.  Jake stood in the center of the Great Hall and took a critical look, and was satisfied with what he saw.  The balloons they had hung that night were indistinguishable from the rest that the Prefects had hung earlier.  He nodded to the Townies they were finished, and they gathered up the now-empty crates and stashed them in the bowels of the Basement on the way out.

Outside once more, Jake congratulated the Townies on their efforts, and paid them $100 apiece before speeding off in the Go-Cart.  Only then did Jake let go and burst into a huge guffaw of maniacal laughter.  It was going to be one hell of a Valentine’s Party.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Billy Bob Crane had called his workers and performers together earlier that evening, informing them that, due to the unusually mild weather, the Carnival games and rides were to be opened for Valentine’s day.  Most welcomed the news, as a bit more money would find it’s way to their pockets.  Only Algie, aka The Fat Beardless Man, had some misgivings.  Being open was sure to draw some of his former Schoolmates in greater numbers.  Even though he wore a disguise, he worried that he might be recognized.  Outwardly, he appeared to be as pleased as the others, but inside his considerable guts were in a wicked turmoil.  Where could he go if somebody found him out ?  That night, he buried himself in Paris’ large boobs and sobbed out his whole story while she comforted him.

As the staff got their booths ready, Crystal made a surprising discovery....All the Air Rifles for the Shooting Gallery had been stolen.  It looked like one of the Carnival Games wouldn’t be able to re-open after all.
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The next day dawned bright and sunny.  The forecasters had gotten it right this time, record warmth was indeed making it’s way into the Vale Valley.  Since there were no classes on this day, Students began trickling into the Carnival, and once the word had gotten out that the booths and rides were open, the trickle became a flood.  The rides were soon packed, with more waiting to get on, and the booths were doing a booming business.  All but one, that was.  The shooting Gallery remained shuttered and closed.  A few of the students expressed disappointment, but one was even more bummed out than the others.

Before coming to Bullworth Academy, Ray Hughes had been a farmboy, raised in the rolling mountains of Vermont.  Being an only child, he had a wild imagination and spent a lot of his time reading.  One of his favorite loves were stories of the Gunslingers of the Old West.  Taught how to handle Firearms at an early age, he had spent many hours in-between chores practicing his shooting skills on his own homemade shooting range.  Nobody knew it, but Ray was quite likely the most expert shot in the Vale Valley.  He could usually be found at the Shooting Galley when it was open, where he held the high score of 400, the maximum.  Ray summoned up the courage to ask Crystal, who was running the Hi-Striker Game, why the booth was closed.

“Somebody stole all the Air Rifles", Crystal told him.  “Can’t run the booth without them...Sorry."

Ray was making his was dejectedly out of the Gates of the Carnival when he encountered Tony and Karen coming in.  Tony greeted Ray, and noticed something was amiss with the boy.  Normally Ray, being a shy boy, would have mumbled something and moved on, but Tony had promised to be his friend.  So, he stopped and told Tony, with Karen listening, why he was leaving the Carnival.

“Air Rifles ?”, Tony asked. “All stolen ?  How many was there ?”

“I donno”, Ray said, “But there was a lot. There was always at least six on the counter when the booth was open.”

“Hmmm”, Tony thought, remembering all the heavy Rifle-looking Guns he had pitched into the fire in the School Furnace just a few weeks ago. “That’s Odd...”

Tony pressed ten dollars into Ray’s hand. “If you hear anything more, you come and tell me, OK ?”

“Sure, Tony”, said Ray, “But you don’t have to pay me, I’ll tell you for free.”

“Keep it”, Tony said, patting Ray’s shoulder. “This may be the most valuable information I’ve gotten all winter. You done a good job.”

Ten dollars richer and with a happy smile on his face, Ray headed for the Road Tunnel back to the Vale. Tony turned to Karen and said, “Looks like we got some investigating to do. Com’on.”

Karen took his hand.  “Happy to be your pardner, lover-boy. Let’s Go.”

Together they entered the Carnival Gates on their new mission.
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[BloodChuckZ]

After returning to the School that afternoon, Tony left Karen at the Girl’s Dorm, telling her he would pick her up later that evening to go to the Valentine’s Dance.  He then went to his small School Office, where he took a couple of hours making more connections on the large chart on his wall.  Tony was on the verge of a great revelation, and as he made the final connecting lines, he stood back, stunned.  This couldn’t be.  Or could it ?

He needed to talk to Jimmy, tell him what he suspected.  Perhaps, Jimmy could tell him how to proceed.  There were so many traps he could fall victim to himself, if he wasn’t careful.  Thinking of Jimmy made him remember something else....A promise he had made.  No time better than the present, he decided.  And after all, it was the right day.

Tony made his way to the Boy’s Dorm, where he found Constantinos sitting in the Common Room, listlessly watching a fuzzy show on TV. 

“Hey, Constantinos...I need you to do something for me”, Tony said.

“Hey, there”, Constantinos said dully. “What is it ?”

“Remember how you went and got Karen from the dorm for me that one time ?”, began Tony. “Well, I need you to go in and get someone again....Zoe.”

Constantinos raised an eyebrow. “Zoe ? You gonna cheat on Karen ?”

“Oh, Hell, No !”, Tony exclaimed, his face getting red as images of Pinky and Lola popped up in his mind. “Nothing like that !  There’s someone who wants to see her, that’s all.  It’s not me”, he added hastily. “I got to take her to him. It’s....”

“Say no more”, said Constantinos, making the connection. “I got it.” He hauled himself up off the couch. “Let’s go.”

The two boys made their way over to the Girl’s Dorm, and like before, Constantinos entered the side door.  A few minutes later he returned, with Zoe trailing on behind him.

“Here you go, Boss”, Constantinos said.

Zoe looked at Tony warily. “What this all about ?”

Tony extended a hand. “Hi there Zoe, I’m Tony.”

“I know who you are. Seen you around”, Zoe said, still suspicious.

“Well, look”, Tony said, “I gotta ask you to trust me.  There’s someone who wants to see you, and he’s asked me to take you to him.”

“Bull Hockey”, Zoe spat out. “You’re trying to trick me.”

“No, No, this on the level, I swear”, Tony said urgently. “Look, Constantinos here can vouch for me.  I’m one of the good guys.  Really.  Tell her, Constantinos !”

Zoe glanced sidelong at Constantinos.  “He’s Ok, Zoe.  He goes with Karen, if you don’t know.”

Zoe returned her gaze to Tony.  “So YOU’RE Karen’s boyfriend ?  Oh, shit, yes, I’ve seen her with you, that’s right.  She talks about you.” Zoe exhaled. “So, where we going ?”

“I can’t tell you”, Tony said.  “I have to show you.”

Zoe considered for a moment, looking at Tony closely.  “Allright....But you better not try anything funny, I can kick the shit out of you with these.”  Here she held up one of her booted feet.

“Of that I’m sure”, Tony agreed. “Look, let’s take the shortcut over there.”

Zoe glanced up at the Dorm. “Don’t want Karen to see you with another girl ?”, she asked.

“Got that right”, Tony said. “I don’t need no trouble.”

Zoe grinned. “Yeah, I heard about how she kicked the shit outta Pinky....Twice."

The three climbed the shortcut, then cut around the front of the School, walking several yards apart, so it didn’t appear they were together....Tony in the lead, Zoe following, and Constantinos bringing up the rear.  They skirted a huge Catering Van, parked at the steps in front of the School, but saw no one.  The procession made their way to the Library, with Tony scaling the wall on the South end, and Zoe and Constantinos following.

The Nerd’s gate was closed and locked.  Tony bent and punched in the code...1-1-3-8...And the lock sprang open. Tony turned back to Constantinos.  “I need you to cover for me.  Go back, and make sure nobody saw us.  If they did....”

“I’ll convince them otherwise”, Constantinos said. “Don’t worry, I’m on it.”

Tony led Zoe through the gate and down the long pathway to the short Tunnel. “It’s not far now.”

“This better be on the up-and-up”, said Zoe, nervously.

“It is, don’t worry”, Tony assured.

“Easy for you to say”, said Zoe.

Tony led Zoe through the Tunnel, then across to the other, longer Tunnel.

“We going to the nut-house ?” Zoe asked. She knew this way, it was her territory.

“You’ll see”, Tony said. “Almost there.”

Part way into the Tunnel, Tony suddenly stopped, and bent down.

“What are you doing ?”, Zoe asked, as Tony pushed on the funny-looking rock set in the wall.

“Just this”, Tony said, and Zoe heard a small noise, then Tony pushed open the secret door.

“Wow, what’s this ?”, Zoe wondered.

“Come On”, Tony said, taking her hand. “This way.”

Tony led a reluctant Zoe through the narrow, dark passageway. Just as Zoe was ready to cut and run, they emerged in the dimly-lit Cave. “Here we are”, called Tony.

Zoe blinked her eyes in the dim light. “Hey, what is this ? You better not be jacking me....”

A figure emerged from the shadows at the far end of the Cave.  “Hey, Baby”, said a voice.

Zoe’s eyes widened as the figure came into view. “JIMMY ?!?”

The figure moved more into the light. “I missed you Baby.”

“JIMMY !!!” Zoe shrieked. “OH, JIMMY !!!”  Zoe suddenly ran to Jimmy, throwing her arms around him, nearly knocking him down to the floor.  She covered his face with kisses.

Tony grinned. Zoe was holding tightly to Jimmy, seemingly never to let him go. She continued to kiss and nuzzle him.  Jimmy embraced her as well, planting a deep French kiss on her searching lips. 

Tony had thought that there would be time to tell Jimmy about what he had found out, but clearly Jimmy was going to have other things on his mind this evening.  He decided he could talk with him later. Maybe tomorrow. 

“Uh...Look, I’m gonna go”, Tony said. “Gotta get Karen to the dance.”

There was no response.  Tony let loose a short laugh, and turned to go. Jimmy and Zoe never even heard him leave.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Two figures approached the front door of the Hattrick House.  One opened the door and called in.

“Hey Guys ? Look who I found !” Kurt’s voice sang out.

The Rockers in the various parts of the house came to the front, then stopped in surprise.

“Winkie !”, exclaimed Benny. “Look, It’s Winkie !”

“Shit, Wink, where you been ?” Shouted Tibo, clapping him on the back.

The other Rockers all gathered around Winkie, welcoming him back to the group.  Winkie, also known as Bruce, his real name, had left the group after the first big fight last fall, when the Rockers were forced to find other accommodations in Blue Skies.  Hitch-hiking out of the Vale Valley, he sought to return to the old neighborhood.  But, after a few months on his own, he missed his comrades, so he had made his way back.  Kurt had spotted him walking the road near the Carnival, and brought him back to their new digs.  Along the way, he had caught up Winkie on most all the things that gone down since the last time they had seen him.

The guys were real happy to see him. With Winkie back, they were once again whole.

“Hey, Wink, still got your Sax ?”, asked Bonz.

“Right here”, Winkie held it up.

“Hey, alright !”, Grungy said. “We got a gig to play tonight !”

“That so ?”, Winkie smiled. “Count me there !”

“Speaking of that, it’s about time to go”, Kurt said. “Anybody seen Pinky ?”

“She’s up getting ready”, Benny jerked his thumb upstairs.

“Tell her to getta move on”, Kurt said. “We gotta get set up....”

“Right Here”, said a voice from the top of the stairs.

Kurt and the Rockers turned at the sound of the voice. Pinky made her way slowly down the stairs.  The Rockers gaped.

“Good God”, Kurt whispered hoarsely. “You’re absolutely stunning !”

Pinky was dressed in leather stiletto boots, and a sheer black wraparound silky chiffon dress. It was accessorized with a black choker and black dreams shawl, earrings and bracelets. She turned from side to side to show off.  “Like It ?”, she twittered.

“Hell, Yes !”, Kurt said in a strained voice.  He was getting a hard-on, and was quite sure the other boys were also.

Kurt shook himself. “OK, enough looking...Let’s get our shit and go. Eyes back in your head.”

That was easier said than done.  One thing Kurt was sure of....He would have the best looking girl at the dance tonight, even if he was playing the gig.  And, she was all his.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Tony arrived back at the school grounds unnoticed.  Going past the front of the School, Tony saw workers unloading the Catering Van, which would be moved after they were done.  Going to his Dorm room, he made ready for the dance, his first social event at Bullworth.  With the help of the Chef, he had been able to obtain a dark blue tux for the occasion.  He dressed carefully, more that he usually paid attention to his normal state of affairs when it came to clothing.  After about an hour, and asking Constantinos for the tenth time how he looked, he departed to pick up Karen and escort her to the dance.

On this evening only, boys with dates were being allowed to enter the Girl’s Dorm.  Tony sat in the parlor area, waiting for Karen to come down.  When she did, Tony’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head.  Karen was even more beautiful than he had ever imagined.  She was dressed in a sweeping purple gown that accentuated her figure, that of a girl becoming a young woman.  Seeing the touch of make-up and eye-shadow only highlighted her image in Tony’s mind, and at that moment, he felt like the world’s luckiest boy indeed.

As the couple ascended the steps in the front of the School in their finery, they found they had to wait in line on the patio area to enter the School.  Up beside the door was a sign-in table being manned by none other than Ms. Phillips, Tony’s favorite teacher.  When they reached the table to sign in, Tony had a whispered conversation with her and convinced her to put down that Zoe was excused from the dance so that she wouldn’t get in trouble. 

As they entered the doors, Karen asked him, “What that was all about ?”

“I’ll have to tell you later”, Tony replied, under his breath.

“But you told Ms. Phillips that Zoe was sick !”, Karen whispered.  “She isn’t sick !”

“Sure she is”, replied Tony mysteriously. And she was sick.  Lovesick, that is.

Still not understanding, Karen let the matter drop for now.  They were both looking at the panorama of the Great Hall, dressed up in all it decorative finery.  The tables were piled high with what looked like edible food.  Singles and a few couples were already lined up and and eating away, grateful to have food for once that hadn’t been sneezed in by Edna, the School Cook.  Various punch bowls had also been set on the tables, filled with a rainbow of colored liquids.  Kids were actually drinking them without throwing up, a good sign.  Cakes, Pies, and Candy were also scattered among the tables between the centerpieces.

Tony glanced around. Areas of the floor were lined with what looked like rose pedals.  There were a pair of huge speakers hung on either side of the main staircase, with romantic music playing from them.  Lifting his gaze, Tony saw Red and White streamers hanging from everywhere, the railings of the second-floor wrap-around Balcony and hanging down from the ceiling.  Also there were what looked like hundreds of Red and White balloons hanging from there also.  The main chandelier’s lights had been changed to a series of likewise pinkish lights that flashed on and off in a particular pattern, making the effect of seeming to rotate. 

Tony also noticed that access to the four halls branching off the Great Hall had been blocked with what looked like crates with white, heart-shape decorated sheets thrown over them.  The only exception was a small opening that led to the School Infirmary.  There was to be no shenanigans taking place in the halls, it seemed.  Likewise, the stairs to the second floor were similarly blocked, to keep kids from sneaking upstairs.  This meant that the Balcony in the Auditorium wasn’t going to be accessed.  So much for some dark make-out places for the evening. These had surely just been erected, for Tony was in the School just a few hours ago in his upstairs Office.

What Tony didn’t know, and the others were soon to find out, was that all the doors leading to the outside were locked, save the front door.  And, just as soon as all the Students were signed in, barricades were also put in place in front of the steps at the front of the patio.  The area was to be patrolled by Max, the Prefect, who had orders not to let anybody leave.
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[BloodChuckZ]

The Valentine’s Dance was pegged to start at 7 PM, but in reality, it took more than an hour for all the students who were going to show up to do so.  Those not signing in, except those being excused, were to be given Detentions for the next four weekends.  Nobody sat during Detention, there was always work to be done around the School. 

Notably absent were Trent, and of course, Algie, whose current whereabouts was unknown.  Except for Mandy, who was in charge of the event, all the girls had dates....Karen with Tony, Gloria with Damon, Angie with Laurent, Melody with Nick (who had been asked to go with her at the request of Karen), and even Eunice with Ray, who looked mighty uncomfortable standing beside her sipping on a glass of punch. Ted had brought Christy, which was a direct slap in the face to Mandy.  Pinky was yet to be seen, but it was rumored that she was now with Kurt, who would be playing with his band a bit later in the Auditorium.  The great majority of the kids were there stag, lining the areas by the food tables, or leaning against the walls.  The more uninhibited were solo dancing to the music in the center of the floor.  The music gradually changed to a more 50s and 60s teenage-angst style music, prompting the Greasers to show off their moves.

From time to time, Dr. Crabblesnitch and Ms. Danvers would make an appearance on the second floor balcony to check on how things were progressing.  Also present, besides Ms. Phillips, were Mrs. Carvin, Mrs. Peabody, Miss Peters, Nurse McRae, and Mr. Burton as Chaperones.  They were generally standing around in the corners with their arms folded, giving severe looks to the Students.  Mr. Burton, however was actively ogling the girls.  The Prefects were showing a presence also....Edward, over by the entrance to the Lunchroom, Seth in the opposite corner, next to the Auditorium entrance, and Karl, who eventually left to go outside and join Max in guarding the Patio, which had been set up with tables for those Students wanting to go out to eat the surprisingly tasty catered food.

Tony and Karen had a few dances together along with the rest.  His mind drifted often to the new information he had learned earlier that day, despite his efforts to the contrary.  As such, Tony kept a sharper eye out on the goings-on at the dance than he would have otherwise.  He noticed, for example, Vance and Kirby keeping to themselves off in one of the corners, drawing disapproving looks from many others in their Cliques.  Tony was also keenly aware of two groups of Preps, one headed by Derby, and one headed by Tad, on separate sides of the floor.  Each of these two factions were shooting hateful looks at each other.  Peanut was off by himself, looking miserable.  The rest of the Greaser Clique was ignoring him and having a good time.  The Jock Clique, mostly dateless, were giving Ted unwary looks as he danced the floor with Christie.  Even the Nerds, Tony noticed, were divided into two separate groups, with Melvin and Fatty leaning on one wall and the rest chilling on another.  While the atmosphere appeared outwardly lively, Tony sensed a current of tension in the air.  Only the Bullies, sans Trent, seemed to be in sync with each other, with only Davis and Tom seeming to be not quite getting along.  Tony knew and understood the causes of the animosity within the Cliques, just as he had come to know the reasons of the animosity between the Cliques.  Whether the information he had deduced just today would serve to unite the Cliques once again, or indeed to unite the School, he did not know. 

Long about 9:30, a bunch of the Students began drifting towards the Auditorium, as the concert by the Rockers was due to start.  About half the others stayed out in the Great Hall, eating food from the tables, or preparing to rock out on the floor to the music, which would be piped through via the large speakers.  Tony escorted Karen in to front-row seats, followed by Nick and Melody. The Nerds also entered and found seats.  Derby’s contingent of Preps entered and sat about midway between.  Others drifted in singly or in pairs.  Soon the lights dimmed and the curtain rose.

In the darkness, silhouetted figures could be seen, standing immobile.  Then the lights came up as the band broke into song, a rendition of “Tic-Tock”.  At center stage was Kurt on electric guitar. Standing beside him was Pinky, doing lead vocals, and looking damn fine.
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[BloodChuckZ]

The Students who were witnessing Pinky’s performance were stunned. At first, it was hard for them to even tell who she was.  As the realization sink in, they were amazed.  Pinky possessed a pure singing talent as she ripped through the song.  Who among them would have suspected that she would have such a sweet voice ?  Rocking out to the music, they were nonetheless mesmerized by her singing. 

Tony was awed. “Damn, she’s great !”, he said, forgetting for a moment Karen was sitting next to him.

“Watch it, Mister”, Karen said, punching Tony hard in the arm. “I can still kick that skank’s ass.  Yours too.”

“OW !”, Tony yelped. “Sorry....”

“You better be”, Karen steamed. “I’m much better than that twit. You best remember that.”

“You know you’re my one and only”, Tony assured her. “I wouldn’t have her.”  Again, Tony thought to himself, raising his guilt once more about his cheating.

Over where the Preps were sitting, Derby was becoming agitated.  “Fuck. I don’t believe this !”, he said loudly enough for his friends to hear.  “This is shit ! What’s that no-talent bitch think she is doing ? Goddam Whore !”  He rose from his seat. Bif and Chad pulled him back down.

“So she’s just a slut, Derby, she’s not worth this....Chill, Man !” Bif urged.

Derby allowed himself to be settled back in his seat, still cursing.  He glared at the stage.

For the next hour, the band ran through several songs, Rocker tunes that they played best.  Then Kurt relieved Pinky on vocals as the band fired up a rendition of “Bodies.”

“Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the...........
FLLOOOORRRRR !!!!!!!!!!”

“Beaten, why for
Can't take much more....”
(Here we go...Here we go...Here we go)

“One - Nothing wrong with me
Two - Nothing wrong with me
Three - Nothing wrong with me
Four - Nothing wrong with me”

One - Something's got to give
Two - Something's got to give
Three - Something's got to give
NOOOOOOOOWWWWWW !!!!!”

Let The Bodies Hit The Floor (Lyrics)

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Jake had waited until 10 PM to leave the house, driving the Go-Kart over to the front gates of the School.  Parking it by the wall, he walked boldly, for the first time in weeks, through the main entrance.  After tonight, he knew, there would be no more hiding in the shadows.  He would own this place.

Jake was heavily armed to the max.  He carried a Spud Gun, Bottle Rocket Launcher, several Stink Bombs, and an Air Rifle slung across his back.  In his hand he carried a Radio Transmitter.

Jake advanced as far as the brick circle area where brick paths led to the Dorms, both left and right.  Having obtained some binoculars which were slung around his neck, he lifted them to his eyes and scoped things out.  He could make out the two Prefects, Max and Karl, up on the patio area outside the entrance, along with a scattering of Students.  There was the faint sound of music from within, thumping with a beat.  This meant that the band was playing, he knew.  Having listened to the various conversations on his Receiver, he had gotten information on the schedule for the evening.

The small Radio-controlled Incineray Timers he had rigged the balloons with were of different lengths.  By experimenting around, Jake had discovered that the shorter timers would flare up when he held down the transmit button for only 5 seconds.  The longer fused ones would have to be held for as much as 15 seconds to flare.  Jake had arranged for the crate that went into the Auditorium to contain the shorter-fused Timers.  Those he would release first.

Jake delayed for several minutes, savoring the feeling of power he held in his hands.  In just a short while, he would engineer the biggest bloodbath that Bullworth Academy had ever seen.  They would run to him, the calm one in the center of tragedy, and he would sooth them with his wise words of healing.  His speech, prepared in his mind for these many months, would be read to the panicking masses with the bullhorn he carried on his hip as they streamed from the building seeking salvation from the plague that would rain down on them from above.  They would flock to him, bow before him, and ask in pleading voices of fear for their deliverance.  He would grant them his solace, and lead them into a glorious new era.  He would become, at long last, The Ultimate Fixer.

With these thoughts streaming through his delusional mind, he raised the Transmitter and pushed the button.
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