The Bullworth Never Ending Story

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“What’s the matter with you ?”, Pinky asked.

Staggering into the kitchen holding his belly, Benny sat down heavily in a chair. “Ooohhh....I don’t feel so good.....”

“What, are you sick ?”, Pinky said with a trace of worry.

“Uhhh...My Guts”, Benny groaned.  “Where is everybody ?”

“Er...They went over to the Golden Horseshoe in New Coventry to get set up for the Gig tonight, Silly”, Pinky said.  “Did you forget ?”

“Ohh...Oh, yeah....”, Benny mumbled.  “Someone shoulda woke me up....”

“I think they tried”, Pinky said, “They said you were moaning or something, so they didn’t bother you.”

“Ohhh....I need to get over there, then...”, Benny said, then dissolved into a coughing fit.

“Doesn’t look like you’re going anywhere like that”, Pinky observed. “Besides, it’s already afternoon.  They’re probably mostly set up by now.”

Benny recovered somewhat.  “Afternoon ?!  Shit......Man, my head’s spinning....”

“You look a little green”, Pinky remarked, looking at Benny across the table.

“Eh...What....Are you still doing here ?", Benny ventured weakly.

“Oh, Kurt’s going to come pick me up later”, Pinky replied. “We’re going to ride bikes over before dark.  They’re going to put us up in the Hotel upstairs for the night after our sets.”

Inwardly, Pinky didn’t much like playing venues in New Coventry.  The places tended to be too uncouth for her tastes.  But she was loath to ever play at the school again after what had happened on Valentine’s Night.  At least the patrons at the Golden Horseshoe wouldn’t be throwing blood on her.

Benny suddenly bolted from the table and rushed to the kitchen counter, spewing vomit in large chunks into the sink.  After several minutes, the worst was over, and he leaned against the counter, gasping.

Pinky wrinkled her nose against the smell drifting up from the sink. “Feel better now ?”

“Well...Uhh...Yeah...I think...”, Benny managed, his face a whiter shade of pale.

Pinky stood up from the table.  “You best get back to bed.  I’ll tell Kurt you’re not going.”

Benny nodded, and started to move off.  “Thanks, Pinks....Sorry about the mess.....”

“Go on, Go on....I’ll clean this up”, Pinky said, moving towards the sink.

“Wait....I should help.....”, Benny began, unsteady on his feet.

“Shoo, Shoo....I said I’ll take care of it.  You need to get some rest”, Pinky scolded, feeling somewhat like an old mother hen.

Benny nodded again and gratefully moved off slowly down the hall.  Pinky waited until she heard him clomping his way up the stairs, then turned her attention towards the mess in the sink.  At least Benny had deposited all his puke in the sink instead of on the floor.  Feeling like she was going to gag herself, she turned on the water to wash the stinking mess down the drain, poking a spatula at the larger chunks to force them down.  Still holding her breath against the smell, she grabbed the sprayer to wash the rest of the residue away.

Momentarily, she wished she had a maid instead of being one.
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The day melted into the strands of dusk as students trickled their way back to the Academy.  It had been decreed by the school administration that the grounds were to be locked down for the rest of the Easter holiday.  Dr. Crabblesnitch wanted to take no chances of anything happening this time.  The students who were to be staying at the school were told to be inside by 8 PM.  At the main gates, Edward and Seth were checking everyone as they came through from the little Guard Shack set by the front gates.  As the deadline approached, Seth went beyond the gates and scanned the street for several minutes to check for stragglers.  Finally satisfied that the area was empty of returning students, he headed back in, and together he and Edward closed the big heavy gates and locked them.  The two Prefects then turned and headed as one for the Parking Lot to the West of the school building.

Ignoring the students they encountered along the way, they went to the Garage Bay Doors that faced the South side of the Parking Lot.  While Edward bent to unlock the middle Garage Door, Seth signaled to the the other two Prefects stationed at the Parking Lot gates, Carl and Max, to join them.  As those two came walking across the Parking Lot, the last of the students cleared the lot.  Nobody wanted to be around a place where all four of them were together, and by the time Carl and Max joined Edward and Seth in front of the now-open door, the Parking Lot was empty.

The Prefects turned their attention to the inside of the Garage Bay.  In it sat their own personal bikes, four identical Vulcan Platinum BMX Roadkillers.  The bikes sparkled silver in the faint light of the Bay.  They were top of the line, reputed to be the fastest of any bike in the Vale Valley or elsewhere.  The Prefects had each been awarded one upon completion of one year of service, and their existence was known to only a few, and none of those were students.  The Prefects pulled the bikes out of the Garage and Edward closed and re-locked the pull-down door.

Biking across the Parking Lot, they exited, stopping while Seth and Carl dismounted and closed, then locked the heavy gates.  Then they were gone, riding out to the road, on their way to Bullworth Town.  They cared little about keeping order on this night, for they had been invited to receive awards for excellence at the Policeman’s and Fireman’s Ball being held that very evening at the Courthouse.  The whole affair was pegged to run until at least 2 AM.  And as any good Prefect knows, you never were a no-show for an award.  Especially if you ever wanted to find out if the Police ever got your Application.
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As the Prefect procession left the campus, Lefty, who had been stationed in the back lot of the Autoshop, watched them leave.  As they biked down the long drive to the road, he turned and sped around to the side area by the open bay doors where the other Greasers were waiting, bringing them the word the Prefects had gone.  Beer and Wine were pulled out of hiding places and passed around.  A little bit of Weed saved for the occasion was produced, and the party was on.

Similarly, Wade was watching through the front gate as the Prefects rode by, on their way to cross the big bridge to Bullworth Town.  After waiting for a moment to make sure they weren’t coming back, he ran to the Boy’s Dorm to inform the Bullies.  Trent went to retrieve the Liquor and Beer stashed behind the Dorm that Russell had smuggled in, along with a few of the choice drugs from their stash.  Russell could carry almost anything in and never be challenged by the Prefects, who were rarely ever able to bust him unless all of them ganged up on him.  The Bullies could, at least for this night, do in the open what for the rest of the time they had to do in secret.

The Nerds had already gone to the Observatory to get their big night started, making their way from the Library through their not-so-secret gate and down the pathway before the evening’s light was lost.  They were already hard at work at their G & G strategies in the Basement of the Observatory, their big game in progress.  Nearby at the Football Field, the Jocks had already brought out their Liquor and Beer, along with a few ‘Recreational Drugs’ that they enjoyed at rare times such as these. 

Tony and Constantinos had earlier left the Boy’s Dorm, after having counseled the Bullies to not create any trouble.  Tony picked up Karen from the Girl’s Dorm, and had also visited the Nerds at the Library before they left, and the Greasers at the Autoshop, where they found Laurent.  The four left to go to the Football Field, Tony electing to by-pass the Preps on this trip.  They had been holed up at Harrington House the entire week since getting their asses stomped by Kurt and the Rockers, not even attending any classes.  Not that it would matter, they would get a free pass even if they elected to not show up the rest of the term.  It was just as well....If they had shown their faces, they would be attacked on sight by the other Cliques anyway.  After their shenanigans, they now had zero respect around the entire campus. 

As Tony, Karen, and the others descended the steps to the field, they could see the Jocks already spread out along the front bleachers, Nick and Melody among then.  Joining them and accepting a beer thrust into his hand by  Damon, Tony sat down in the bleachers with Karen by his side.  Someone had brought out the BoomBox from the Clubhouse, and loud music was playing, re-vibrating across the field.  A few of the Jocks were throwing some hard passes down on the field in front of the bleachers, trying to lob the Footballs at their teammates with force enough to make them miss or drop the passes altogether.  All in good fun, the atmosphere was cheerful and relaxed.  Watching the activity, though, Tony was troubled.  Still uneasy from his dream, he kept glancing towards the Stairs, expecting a horde of black-clad killers to appear at any moment.
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At precisely 10 PM, a lone figure came ambling down the street, crossing the bridge from Bullworth Vale.  He was dressed in a ridiculous-looking black tights outfit that was much too small for his massively fat body, and rolls of blubber protruded from underneath the suit in several places.  Upon reaching the main gates of the school, he paused, unsure of what to do next.

From across the street, hidden down the pathway in the rocks, Jake spotted Algie.

“Who the Hell’s that ?”, questioned Omar, standing beside Jake.

“Someone I know”, Jake replied, “I got a job for him.”

“THAT Fat Shit ?”, asked Omar.

“Relax”, Jake said, rising. “He’s gonna come in handy.”

Keeping a low profile, Jake jogged across to the median that divided the street, where there were some scant bushes, and called out in a low voice, “Hey, Fatass !  Over Here !”

Algie hustled across to the median.  “Oh, there you are !  What are we gonna....”

“Keep your voice down, you Idiot !”, Jake hissed. “This is a stealth operation !”

“Oh !  Sure !” Algie mumbled.  Then, “What am I supposed to do ?”

“Go over to the gate and scout it out.  If you don’t see anybody, signal me”, Jake said.

Algie went and did as he was told.  After several minutes, he signed OK to Jake, and Jake signaled Omar to have the gang move in.  Omar in turn gave the signal to the others to move out from their hiding places in the rocks.  As they cautiously came across the street, they resembled the pack of black clad figures from Tony’s dream, except there were no grinning skulls, only faces dirtied up with black grease paint.  Each carried weapons supplied from Jake’s arsenal.

At the gate they gathered around.  It was locked, as Jake expected.  Omar summoned Duncan over.  “Can you get this ?”

Duncan bent to look at the old lock.  “Yeah, no problem.”  He pulled a lockpicking kit from the folds of his dark outfit.  While Duncan was working on the lock, Jake turned to Gurney, who was carrying a length of chain and a padlock.  “Go chain that other gate shut and Padlock it. Take Jerry with you, and come back when you’re done.”

As Duncan began to work on the lock, Gurney and Jerry hurried away.  By the time they returned, the front gate was unlocked, and Jake eased it open.  The pathway clear to the school had remained empty the whole time, and the Townies, Jake, and Algie slipped through the gate unseen.  Omar closed the gate, then took a second length of chain from Gurney and wrapped it around the gate.  Gurney produced another padlock, and the front gate was secured.  If the Prefects or anybody else returned early, there’d be no getting inside.  The chains and new locks served a dual purpose.....No one would be leaving either.

Two of the Townies were missing from the group....Otto and Floyd.  Their job was to take over the Observatory, and for that they had traveled across the footbridge from Blue Skies to the short tunnel that led to the rock-strewn passage that led to the Observatory.  Their orders were to lay in wait until they heard the sounds of the others reaching the Football Field, then attack the Observatory.  Jake expected it to be the toughest to take over, as he had heard all the plans that everybody had made over his hidden transmitters. The Nerds would barricade the front door and would be ensconsed in the basement, and the assault was likely to be noisy.  As they would need stealth until then, Jake ordered them to wait.  If any Nerd attempted to leave the building in the meantime, they were to be gunned down.

All the Townies unslung their weapons, most of them carried Spud Guns or Bottle-Rocket Launchers supplied by Jake.  Omar and Jake himself both carried the last two remaining Air Rifles.  As the group approached the split paths to the Dorms, Jake motioned for Omar to take the bulk of towards the Boy’s Dorm, while he took Algie and Nate towards the Girl’s Dorm.  Omar and his group hunkered down along the sides of the path and waited for Jake and his group to move to the Girl’s dorm steps.  When Omar saw Jake’s group enter the Dorm door, he signaled his group to move in on the Bullies for a surprise attack.
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Jake, Algie, and Nate crept through the front doors of the Girl’s Dorm and slunk up the main short hallway.  Jake motioned them to stop and peeked around the corner.  The three heard some tittering laughter trickling out of the common area, which was far nicer that the Boy’s Dorm, with plush chairs and couches, end tables and a fireplace.  The only thing that was the same was the Beam Cola machine that sat against one wall.  Jake drew his Spud Gun and stepped around the corner.

“All Right, Ladies !  Hands In The Air !”, Jake yelled, the dissolved into crazy laughter. “No, Serious...Just Get On the Floor and Spread ‘Em !”

“Eeeeek !  What are you doing here !”, screamed Christy.

“Stop Being Idiots !”, Angie piped up, seeing the invaders.

“Get Out Of Here !”, said a shocked Eunice.

“Yeeeeeaaccck !!”, screeched Gloria.

“Just look Down !  Don’t make eye contact with Anyone !”, Pedro yelped.

Jake grinned his evil shark grin at Christy.  The Girls were all dressed up in their nighties, but Christy was the best to look at by far.  “Really, girls.....Get on the floor, and spread ‘em !”, he said again, leering at Christy.

“TRESPASSERS !!  DO NOT TRESPASS HERE !!!”, came a sudden voice behind them.

Whirring around, the three boys saw Mrs. Carvin charging down the long hall towards them.  Without thinking about it, Jake shot her with the Spud Gun in her guts.

“OHHHH !!! That Is Pain-n-n-full.....”, she gasped as she doubled over and fell to the floor.  Thrashing about, she managed to regain her feet, and staggered towards Jake.  He shot her again.

“AHHHH.....This Is....Not...Happening....”, Mrs. Carvin cried as she crashed to the floor again. Rolling over, she managed to get to her knees.  Jake shot her a third time just as she staggered to her feet again, taking her legs out from under her.  She thudded to the floor and lay moaning.

“This...Is...Not...Good....”, Mrs. Carvin muttered, as Jake turned to Nate and ordered him to bind her.  Nate pulled a roll of Duct Tape from his pocket and went to her.  Flipping her on front, he bound her arms behind her back.  “Please....I’m just a frail old woman...”, she moaned.

Meanwhile, Jake had turned his attention back to the girls, when Pedro piped up with, “Leave Us Alone, Leave Us Alone, Leave Us Alone !!!”

Jake cast a weird look at the Girls.  “What’s he doing here ?  You Girls babysitting ?”  Jake then swiveled his Spud Gun and shot Pedro in the guts.

“ARRRRUUUGGGGHHHHH, MAMA !!!!!”, Pedro screamed, and fell to the floor.

“I’m Gonna Tell On You !!!!!”, came a nasally voice from the other side of the hall.  Jake turned and spotted little Sheldon standing at the foot of the stairs.  Jake brought his Spud Gun to bear on him and fired, but Sheldon ducked the shot and ran up the stairs.  In almost no time at all, Mrs. Peabody came charging down the stairs and tore around the corner.

“YOU VILE TRESPASSERS !! YOU WILL BE PUNISHED !!!”, she yelled as she charged towards them.  Jake let go with a shot from the Spud Gun that smacked her square in the stomach.

“NOOOOOOOO !!!!!!”, Mrs. Peabody screamed as fell on the floor.  She squirmed about and began to get back up.  Jake was done fucking around.  He shot her with two more Spuds in quick succession.  She flopped about on the floor, moaning, “I...Give Up...Ohhhh...I am not doing well...”

Jake directed Nate to bind her as well, and then told Algie to track down Sheldon.  Algie headed towards the stairs and labored to climb them.  Jake turned his attention back to the Girls.

“You’re not getting away with this !”, Christy steamed.

"Mother Nature will be hearing about this !", exclaimed Angie.

“You MONSTER !”, bellowed Eunice.

Jake swung the Spud Gun in the direction of Eunice.  He’d had enough of this fat cow.  He fired a Spud into her guts.

“OHHHH !!.....You Heartless....Ohhhhh...”, Eunice gasped as she fell to the floor, withering.

“Hey ! You Can’t Do That !” Gloria interjected.  Jake stuck the Spud Gun in her face.

“You’re next if you don’t shut your trap !”, he growled.  Gloria, for once, shut up.  “Bind Them !”, Jake said to Nate.

Algie tracked Sheldon upstairs, where he found him cowering at the end of the long hallway.  Taking careful aim, Algie let loose with a couple of Bottle Rocket shots at Sheldon.  One of them found it’s mark near his privates and exploded.

“OWWW !!!  That Really Hurt !!!!!”, screamed Sheldon as he doubled over and fell.  Algie waddled down the hall and grabbed Sheldon by the scruff of his neck and hauled him back downstairs.

Algie dumped Sheldon to the floor and Nate hurried to bind him. “That It ?  Nobody else upstairs ?”  Algie shook his head No.  Jake turned to Christie and Angie.  “Where’s the rest of you ?”

Christy glared at him.  “Go To HELL !!”, she spat.

Jake’s face took on an ugly, bloated look.  He jabbed the Spud Gun into her Breasts.  “You best watch your language, you little Bitch !”

Bound and helpless, Christy fell silent, but her eyes still flashed hatred at Jake.  The evil grin returned to Jake’s face.  “That’s Better”, he said. “It’s no matter, we’ll still find them.”

Eyes still locked on Christy, Jake called over his shoulder to Algie.  “You’re gonna stand guard here”, he said.  “No One gets in or out.  If they try, Shoot ‘Em.”

“But...But....I thought I was gonna go with you guys...”, Algie said, protesting.

“Look, Fatass”, Jake said impatiently, “This is a key part of the operation.  We can’t have these Bitches getting loose and warning anybody.  Get It ?”

Algie started to say something else, but the evil, satanic look in Jake’s eyes stopped him. Instead, he just said, “Sure...Umm....Sure.”

Jake turned to Nate, and had him toss the Duct Tape to Algie. “And no talking.  If they start to chatter, tape their mouths shut.”  Algie nodded to show he understood.

“Com’on....Let’s go”, Jake motioned to Nate.  The two backed away, then turned and left the Dorm to go check on Omar’s progress with the Bullies.
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The Townies had been lined up on either side of the pathway, waiting for Omar to signal the attack.  Assessing the situation, Omar saw that Trent was off to the left with Davis and Troy, tossing eggs at the Dorm with a couple of cartons that had been swiped from Edna’s kitchen.....Something other Cliques usually did when they could get away with it.  To the far right, Russell was holding forth in his usual spot in the yard, along with Ethan, Tom, and Wade, pointing at some magazine Tom was holding and laughing.  Omar could tell that they were well on their way to getting toasted just by their speech and the way they were slightly staggering around.  Everyone, it seemed, had a can of Beer in their hands.

Omar signaled Clint, Jerry, Gurney, Sam, and Ian to attack Russell’s position, while he and Duncan went after Trent and his buddies.  At once, the Townies sprung from hiding and streamed into the yard, firing Spud Guns and Bottle Rocket Launchers at their targets.  The Bullies were taken totally by surprise, and none of them were armed.  Davis and Troy were taken out in a flurry of Spuds and exploding Firecrackers from the launchers.  Trent managed to duck several shots while using Davis and Troy as shields.  When they fell to the ground, Trent charged at Omar, now just a few feet away.  Trent threw a roundhouse right at Omar, who deftly stepped out of the way, tripping Trent as he went by and then kicking him in the ass as he fell.

Trent rolled and sprung to his feet.  “Allright !  You’re Gonna Be Pissin’ BLOOD !!”, he said as he advanced on Omar.

Instead of just shooting Trent, Omar, who loved fighting, hauled off with a well placed kick to the nuts.  Trent doubled over, gasping, “Why, You Son-Of-A-BITCH !!”  

Omar plastered Trent’s face with a hard right that sent blood spurting from his lip, and followed it with a left hook to the head.  Trent fell on his back, dazed.  “Next Time....”, he muttered woozily.

While Duncan was busy kicking a prone Davis, whom he hated, Omar  turned his attention to the attack on Russell’s group.  Clint’s faction had easily taken out Tom, Ethan, and Wade, cutting them down where they stood before they even had a chance to run.  Russell was another matter, however.  After an initial hit with one of the Firecrackers, Russell began swatting them away like flies before they could hit him, and he was doing the same with the Spud shots as well.  His sudden bellow filled the yard.

“RUSSELL SMASH !!!!  RUSELL DESTROY !!!!”, he shouted, lumbering towards his attackers, grabbing the hapless new Townie Sam and throwing him into the others, toppling them like bowling pins.  Clint danced off to the side and continued to shoot Spuds at Russell with little effect.  Enraged, Russell bellowed, “RUSSELL GONNA HURT YOU BA-A-AD !!!”

At that moment, Jake, with Nate following, came upon the scene.  He calmly unslung the Air Rifle from his back and took aim at the rampaging Russell.  Sighting carefully, he let off a shot that hit Russell’s giant leg, the Pellet striking and breaking the kneecap.  Hobbled, like a giant oak on the forest, Russell crashed to the asphalt.  As he lay there, grasping his knee, Russell howled in misery, “OHHH....RUSSELL FAIL !!!!”  The Townies moved in then, peppering him with Spuds until he was knocked out.

Jake and Omar surveyed the carnage.  Jake looked toward the Dorm and saw a flicker of light in one of the windows.  “Get them up there, there’s still somebody inside”, he told Omar.  Quickly, Omar signaled some of the Townies towards the Dorm.  They quickly invaded the hallways, kicking in every door.  In one room they found Ivan and Gordon, who had been oblivious to all the fighting because they had been intently watching a French Porno on an apparently smuggled DVD player and whacking off.  With deflating cocks, they were roughly collared and dragged from the room.  At another room, Eddie and Geoff, the two friends who avoided contact with most everyone else, were found listening to some Metallicia and ordered out at Spud Gunpoint.  In a third room, they found a sleeping Trevor and pulled him from his bed as well.

Jake then had the Townies drag the Bullies into the Dorm, where they were all bound with Duct Tape and lined up sitting with their backs to the wall like so much cordwood.  Jake hoisted a groggy Trent and carried him inside himself.  As they reached the steps, a half-lidded Trent swiveled his head over and stared at Jake.

“Jake....Is that....You ?”, Trent said stupidly.

“Shut Up, Dumbass”, Jake hissed. “I’m Leo Cash !”

“Wha....What are you doing ?”, Trent asked, somewhat drunkenly.

“I’m taking over the school, Asshole”, Jake replied.  “What do you think ?”

Jake hauled Trent inside and threw him down with the others to be bound.  Special precautions were taken to insure Russell could not get loose.  The power cord for the arcade game was ripped out and used to bind Russell’s arms behind his back, along with a massive amount of Duct Tape. When all were accounted for, Nate was put in charge of guarding the prisoners.  Eager to impress, Nate smiled as he hoisted his Spud Gun and dared anybody to try to escape.

“Right on schedule”, Jake said to Omar once the Townies were gathered outside. “Time to go after the Greasers.”
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Under a rapidly darkening sky, the Townies, with Jake and Omar in the lead, silently made their way across the deserted campus.  Gathering by the large three-bay garage at the South end of the Parking Lot, they waited while Omar went ahead to scout the Greaser area from the rear.  After a few minutes, a low whistle sounded, the signal that all was clear.  The group, weapons at the ready, moved around the twisty labyrinth behind the Autoshop, and filtered through the open bay doors of the back garage.  Normally, some of the Greasers would hang out in the back area, but on this night, with the Prefects absent, there was no reason to hide away in back, and the area was empty.

They huddled in the shadows of the Garage area, hearing voices nearby.  Jake took a peek around the corner.  Under a makeshift awing-like structure placed in front of the open bay door of the main garage, sat Peanut, along with Hal, Lefty, and Lucky. The quartet was knocking back drinks and swapping dirty jokes in true Greaser style, on their way to getting wasted long before midnight.  Jake backed up and whispered instructions to Omar, then went and climbed a ladder set in the corner of the building to the roof.  The last time he had been up this way was Christmas Eve.  This time, the outcome was going to be far different, Jake promised himself.

Omar sent Clint and Gurney back around the way they came......Clint, to find and cover the shortcut on the wall that led to the Autoshop yard, Gurney to the Fountain area to cover the entrance pathway to the Autoshop, in the event that any Greasers would try to flee.  Up on the roof, Jake waited until he spotted Clint appear at the opening in the wall.  Over towards the entrance, he saw Ricky and Norton keeping watch at the closed gate entrance, talking among themselves and smoking Ciggys.  Pulling out a couple of M-80's, Jake lit them and dropped them over the side of the roof onto the top of the makeshift structure.

BLAM !!!!  BLAM !!!!  The M-80's exploded, galvanizing the Greasers, as they hopped up, spilling their beers.  At that instant, the Townies poured en-masse around the corner, firing their Spud Guns on the startled Greasers.  Lefty, Lucky, and Hal were cut down in the surprise ambush in an instant, while Peanut managed to dive into the open bay door.  As the Townies approached, they beheld the sight of the Greaser’s 69' Mustang Fastback, which had been returned to the Autoshop bay from the Oil Spill some time ago when all the restoration work had been completed.  As the Townies gathered around the front of the gleaming classic car, a heavy hammer came sailing out of the darkness, catching a hapless Sam in the center of his forehead, knocking him out before he hit the he hit the concrete.  A slew of other tools followed....Wrenches, Sockets, Screwdrivers, Ratchets, and Grease Guns.  The Townies easily ducked this onslaught and returned fire.  

Meanwhile, at the first sound of trouble, Norton had come running.  But before he could turn the corner leading to the bay, he was hit in the shoulder by a Pellet fired from the roof by Jake.  Norton was spun around and crashed on the asphalt from the force of the blow.  Jumping up, he spotted Jake on the rooftop.

“YOU PRICK !!!”, Norton shouted, “I’ll Get You For That !!!”  

Jake just laughed and fired the Air Rifle again in front of Norton’s feet.  Norton jumped back out of the way, and Jake fired again.  

“Dance, Shithead, Dance !!”, laughed Jake like it was the funniest thing in the world.  Norton turned and ran for the shortcut on the wall as Jake continued to pepper the asphalt in his wake.   Just as he reached it, Clint popped up, Spud Gun in hand, and blasted Norton in the nuts.

“AUUHHH....My Johnson !!!”, Norton hollered, and crashed into the wall.  Clint hopped down and placed the Spud Gun against Norton’s head.  “Move It !!”, he ordered.

Ricky had began to follow Norton until Jake started shooting.  Nearly tripping over himself, he suddenly backtracked and headed back to the gate.  Frantically unbolting it, he slid it open only to be met by Gurney with a sadistic smile on his face.  Gurney shot Ricky in the nuts at point-blank range.

“ARRRGHHH !!!  Right In The Hot Rod !!!”, Ricky screamed in a high-pitched girly voice.  Gurney grabbed Ricky by his leather jacket and drug him back towards the Autoshop.

Jake watched the proceedings with satisfaction, then went and climbed the ladder back down off the roof.  As he approached the open bay door, a sudden spray of tiny rivets issued from it.  Jake rounded the corner to find Omar and the Townies crouched down by the front of the car.  

“He’s got a Rivet Gun !”, exclaimed Omar, as Jake hunkered next to him.

“Heh...Yeah ?”, Jake uttered a short laugh.  “Don’t worry.  I got this.”

From his jacket, Jake withdrew five M-80 Firecrackers and deftly tied their fuses together.  He then snuck around to the driver’s side and tossed the bundle onto the driver’s seat, with the now-elongated fuse trailing out the window.  Flicking his lighter, he held it close to the fuse.

“Give it up, or I’ll blow up this Ride !!”, Jake threatened.  The Townies moved back.  Peanut slowly rose from hiding at the back of the car, Rivet Gun at the ready, only to see Jake pointing the Air Rifle at him with one hand and holding the flaming lighter near the fuse with the other.

“Drop It, Peanut, or it goes BOOM just like it did before”, Jake said coldly.

Sudden surprise flecked Peanut’s face.  “It....It was You !!  It was you that blew up our car !!”

“Heh...Yeah.  Great deduction there, Sherlock”, Jake laughed shortly.  “Now, Drop It, or it goes up again.”

The Rivet Gun slowly slipped from Peanut’s nerveless fingers and clattered to the floor.  At once, the Townies rushed him, and Duncan and Jerry grabbed his arms and held them behind his back.  Jake approached and stared at Peanut.  With the mirrored surface of the car reflecting what scant light there was, Peanut caught a glimpse of Jake’s face.

“Hey, I know who you are !”, Peanut began.  “You’re that...That....”

Jake had re-slung his Air Rifle.  Now he pulled his Spud Gun and shot Peanut in the nuts.

“AHHHHH !!! GAWD....DAMMIT !!!”, Peanut groaned in agony.

“That’s for throwing us off schedule, you fucking throwback”, Jake said.  To the Townies, he said, “Bind Him !  Bind Them All !!”

Soon the air was filled with the sound of tape being ripped off of the Duct Tape rolls as the Greasers were bound hand and foot, then dragged into the bay.  As they were stacked against the back wall, Hal started to come to, muttering, “Cheap...Shot...”

As the last was put in place, Jake turned to Ian. “You’re the guard here.  If they try anything, light that fuse and run.”

Ian nodded.  Pointing to Sam, still laying on the ground knocked out cold, he said, “What about him ?”

“Collateral Damage”, Jake said.  “Leave him there....Nothing we can do for him right now.”  He turned to Omar.  “Let’s get the boys to the next target.  We’re running behind schedule.”

Omar nodded, and the Townies moved out, Jake following behind.  When they reached the fountain, Jake called a halt.  To Omar, he said, “Attack just the way we planned it.  They’re weak now, almost powerless.  Weapons are gone.  Most of them will be upstairs, betting with their future money in their stupid poker game.  Ice them good....I know how much you boys hate those rich scum.”

“You’re not coming ?”, Omar asked, surprised.

“No....Not on this one", Jake answered, looking at a lit window on the second floor in the back of the school.  “I got another appointment to keep.  Somebody I’ve meaning to talk to for quite awhile now.”

With a slight wave, Jake headed off towards the school.  Omar and the Townies moved down the path to Harrington House.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Benny came awake.  Disoriented for a moment in the dark room, he slowly came into focus.  He felt literally drained.  After a bit, he tried sitting up.  As he did, waves of nausea grabbed at his mid-section, but he had no urge to vomit again.  Tentatively, he stood up.  The room seemed to whirl briefly, then righted itself.  He took a few small steps and flipped on the light. 

He needed a smoke.  There was a pack on the table where his Wideband Receiver was sitting.  Benny took some more small steps and then sat down heavily in the chair next to the table.  Fishing out a cigarette from the pack, he lit it with the lighter that was laying next to the ashtray.  As the nicotine coursed into his lungs, he felt a calming effect, and he began to feel a bit better.

Staring at his Wideband, he flipped it on for a distraction.  As was his custom, he tuned into the hidden transmitters at the Academy.  Although the Prep threat was over for the time being, he sometimes just liked to listen just for the hell of it.  It could be very addicting.  Benny fiddled with the dials, and the Nerd’s voices filled the Receiver.  After listening for a couple minutes, Benny could tell that they were deeply involved in some sort of role-playing fantasy game.  He tuned a bit farther, but could hear nothing of the Jocks, Preps, or the Greasers.  He assumed that they all were otherwise occupied away from the transmitters. 

When he tuned across to where the Boy’s Dorm frequency was, a puzzled look crossed his face.  He could only hear what seemed to be groans and curses from far off.  A more authoritative voice broke in saying something like “Shut Up” and “Keep It Down”, and then only the moaning could be heard.  After a while, unable to make out what was happening, he tuned over to the Girl’s Dorm frequency, and heard Christy’s voice come through loud and clear.

“Zzzzzzzzz......think you’re doing, you Fat Pervert ?  You really fucked yourself this time !  You think you’re going to get away with this ?  This is a CRIME, you stupid Piss-Pants FREAK !!”

“Zzzzzz......Zzzzzz.....SHUTUP, just SHUTUP, you BITCH !!”, came a voice from somewhere far off. 

“Zzzzzz....This really isn’t making any sense, you know”, said another female voice that Benny thought might belong to that little black girl, Gloria.  “When Damon catches you for this, he will rip your other nut off, you know.....”

“Zzzzzz.....YOU need to shut up too, unless you want to get hurt !”, said the far-off nasally voice.

Zzzzzz.....Algie, you need serious help”, said Christy.  “Just how long do you think you can hold us here ?  And who are those assholes with you ?”

“Zzzzzz.....Zzzzzzz.....you worry about it.  They’re going to help make them pay......Zzzzzzttttt.....what they done to me.....Zzzzzzzttttt......”, the voice countered.

Benny sat back stunned.  His groggy mind searched for an explanation.  Algie holding Girls hostage ?  Other people there ?  What was going on ?  He listened for a few more minutes, and gleaned that the 'Others’ were most likely the Townies, whom the Rockers had fought when they were staying in Blue Skies over that rape thing with that one girl....Zoe, he remembered.  Then suddenly, the moans and groans he had heard from the Boy’s Dorm transmitter started to make sense.  The school must be under attack !

Benny had heard enough.  Flipping off the Receiver, he lurched to his feet, moving across the room, where he retrieved his weapons and strapped them on.  Picking up a light jacket, he left the room and navigated his way down the stairs.  In his mind arose a picture of the beautiful red-haired Christy, now in danger.  He had to get help.  He had to get to the Golden Horseshoe and tell Kurt and Winkie.

Out on the back deck, he took the only bike left sitting there and pushed it around front.  It took quite a bit of his dwindling strength to unlock and push the heavy gate aside, and then pull it back and re-lock it.  Benny mounted the bike and began peddling wobbly down the street.
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The creeping Townies found the entire area in front of Harrington House completely empty.  Omar checked the side yard. It was likewise empty, even Chad’s dog wasn’t there.  The group lined up on either side of the front doors, out of sight.  Omar and Leon approached the front doors.  Leon tried to turn the knob.  It was locked.

Omar flattened up against the side, and nodded to Leon, who knocked loudly on the door.  When there was no response, Leon began beating on the door, and kept it up for about a minute.  Suddenly, the door was flung open and the scowling face of Bif was flung out.

“What Do You Paupers Want Now.....URK !”, Bif was cut off as the unseen Omar jammed the barrel of the Air Rifle into his neck.

“Just paying you a little visit, Rich Boy”, Omar said. “May we come in ?  No, really, I insist.”

Bif had stiffened as the pressure of the Air Rifle pressed into his neck.  He had seen what just one Pellet had done to Pete.  Slowly, under the gun’s pressure, he backed into the foyer.  As Omar pushed Bif back, Leon and the rest of the Townies filed in, weapons at the ready like a commando assault.  Jake had trained them well. 

“Bind Him”, Omar ordered, “And Gag Him Too.”  Duncan and Jerry held Bif’s arms behind his back as Gurney pulled strips off a Duct Tape roll and bound them securely.  But before Gurney could wrap another strip around Bif’s head and mouth, Bif took a step forward towards Omar.  With a look of pure hatred distorting his features, Bif hawked back and spit right into Omar’s face.

In a low voice, Omar hissed, “OK Rich Scum, is that how you wanna play this ?”  With all his strength, Omar sunk his left fist deep into Bif’s guts, doubling him over.  As Bif gasped for air, Omar calmly re-slung his Air Rifle, then unloaded a devastating right to Bif’s face.  Blood squirted suddenly as Bif sank to the floor.  Wiping his face with his sleeve, Omar said to the crumpled figure on the floor, “You’re gonna pay for that, Asshole, just as soon as we take care of your Pussy friends.”

Omar signaled the others to move quietly through the second set of doors into the large main room, which was empty, as Jake had predicted.  Stealthily, they climbed the stairs to the second floor, then without making a sound, filed through a doorway into a good-sized room that resembled a lounge.  To the left was a Television with a table and large couch placed in front of it.  The TV was on, but nobody was seated on the couch watching.  Instead, the Preps were seated around two tables to the right, engrossed in what seemed to be card games.  Piles of chips, money, and paper vouchers were in the center of the tables.  Omar waited a few seconds until the Townies were in position, then gave the signal to attack.

It was like shooting fish in a barrel.  Bryce, Chad, Justin, and Parker were peppered with Spuds and never had a chance to even rise before the were blasted out of their chairs.  Gord, who had just stood up to walk to the bathroom a split-second before the barrage began, ducked the Spuds rocketing his way and made a break for the doors that led to the Balcony.  He managed to fling them open just as a Spud smashed into his back and pushed him out, carrying him into the balcony railing.  Gurney chased him out and jammed a Spud Gun into his nuts.

Just then, Chad’s dog Chester, who had been up in the empty third floor arboretum, came charging down the outside steps and with a growl, sunk his teeth into Gurney’s leg.  Gurney cursed, his attention diverted from Gord, and shot the Spud into Chester, who yelped and let go.  Gord attempted to climb over the railing and jump off, and Gurney grabbed him around the waist and hauled him back.  Just then, Chester, who had been circling around barking, attacked Gurney once more, this time going for his nuts.  A comical scene ensued, with Gurney slinging around Gord, whose arms were flailing around like a rag doll, while Chester was hanging off of Gurney’s crotch.  Finally, Gurney was able to swat the dog away and delivered a viscous kick.  Chester ran off up the steps, whimpering, and Gurney drug Gord back into the room, throwing him to the floor and slamming the doors.  The other Townies were laughing at his mis-adventure.

Even Omar was smiling.  “Ok, that was funny.  But we got work to do.  You guys know the drill.  Bind them all up.”  Omar went and spoke briefly to Clint, and the two went back downstairs.  Omar had Clint drag the unconscious Bif to the fireplace, where the Preps kept a fire burning nearly all the time.  Removing his Knife from his sheath, Omar seized Bif’s Aquaberry sweater and cut it right down the middle.  He then ripped open his shirt, exposing Bif’s nearly hairless chest.  Poking around in the fire with the Poker, he chose two pieces of long, slim, burning wood, one twice the length of the other.  Then with the Tongs, he picked up the two pieces and laid them on Bif’s chest so that they resembled a large capital ‘T’.

Omar placed his boot on the smoldering pieces and ground down.  The pressure and pain on his sternum brought Bif back awake.  His terrified eyes went large, and he bucked, trying to get loose.  His screams echoed in the room, carrying to the second floor, where the other Townies came out and lined up along the rail to watch.  Grinning, Clint stuffed a dirty rag in Bif’s mouth to muffle him as the smell of burning flesh filled the air.

“You don’t spit on your betters, you future corporate lackey”, Omar said harshly.  “Just so you don’t forget that, here’s a permanent reminder.”

Omar released his hold then, allowing the smoldering pieces to fall to the carpet.  Bif’s chest was revealed to all with a blackened 'T’ burned into it just like a brand.  Omar addressed the watching Townies.  “Show’s Done.  Drag those scum down here and line 'em up.  Gurney, you’re the guard.  Let’s get hopping.  We move out in five minutes.”

The Townies scurried to do his bidding.  Omar smiled.  Leo Cash had been right, the Preps had been sitting dicks.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Tony was still uneasy.  The nighttime winds had picked up, and the sky was becoming darker.  No one else around him seemed to notice.  Excusing himself, he sought out Constantinos, who was sitting up at the top of the bleachers alone, nursing a beer.

“Heya, Constantinos”, Tony said, climbing up and plopping down next to him.

“Hey there”, Constantinos said morosely. He was well known for his sometimes gloomy moods, and could be downright depressing to be around when he was mired in one of them, which probably explained why he had such few friends.

“I’m feeling....Something out of kilter”, Tony said, “How about you ?”

Constantinos pointed to the rapidly darkening sky. “If that sky fell on me, I don’t think I could feel any worse than I do right now.”  Constantinos often popped out with ‘Gloom and Doom’ phrases such as that, but this time it just served to reinforce the chill Tony was feeling.

“Listen”, Tony said hesitatingly, “I had.....This real weird Dream....About...”

“Mutilated Bodies again ?”, filled in Constanous with a small sarcastic smile. “Didn’t happen last time, though”, he said, referring to the pre-Halloween dream that Tony had.

“Only by a ton of luck”, Tony shivered in the suddenly cool wind.  “It could have been bad...Very Bad.”

“Yes”, Constantinos said, looking at the dark sky that was now blotting out the moon and stars.

“Something’s wrong”, Tony ventured.  Turning to Constantinos, he said, “Look, could you do a little Recon Mission ?  Just go check things out ?  I’d go, but I gotta stay here with Karen.  If anything was to happen to her and I wasn’t here.....”  Tony shuddered and shook off the thought.  “You can take somebody else....Maybe Laurent....”

“That’s Ok, I’d rather go alone”, Constantinos said, rising.  “Nobody usually pays any attention to me, just by myself.  I’m not having any fun here anyway.”

Tony told Constantinos to check out each area and report back, then watched as the boy went down the bleachers and then climbed the steps to the Gym.  When Constantinos was out of sight, he hurried to get back to Karen.  But even her cute smiling face wasn’t enough to quell the rising dread he was feeling.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Otto and Floyd arrived at the Observatory nearly an hour after the Townies had invaded the school grounds.  They had started out from the Townies warehouse hangout, ducked through the walking path that cut under the railroad line, then taken the footbridge that ran across the water at the South end of the inlet.  The footbridge led off close to the old spur line that used to run to the large cavernous area carved through the mountain, where the old mining tunnels branched off....One led to the Happy Volts Asylum, the other to the rock-strewn area just to the East of the school, the Nerd’s trail from the Library to the Observatory.

Their instructions had been clear, station themselves in a position to attack and wait for the sounds of battle from the nearby Football Field that would signal that the Townies had secured the rest of the school and were making their final push.  As they reached the gates, they found they were, as expected, closed and locked.  Both had brought lengths of rope and grappling hooks.  Silently, they threw the hooks up to the overhead platform behind the wall that lay to the right side of the gate.  The hooks caught, the grapples did their job.  Otto and Floyd scaled the wall and gained the platform.  There was steps down the other side.  Otto slinked down and crossed over to try the Observatory doors.  They too were locked, as expected.  He returned to the platform.  At the center of the platform, mounted directly over the gate, stood the Spud Cannon.

Telling Floyd to keep watch on the opening to the Football Field, Otto swiveled the Spud Cannon around and aimed it at the large double doors of the Observatory, then settled down to wait.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Dressed in dark clothing, Jimmy and Zoe emerged from the tunnel that led to Jimmy’s secret cave, and headed for the footbridge to Blue Skies.  They had missed Otto and Floyd by mere minutes, and were unaware of what was going on at the school.  Their mission tonight was to access the Spencer Warehouse Office, and they made good time into Blue Skies. 

They had been prepared to duck into hiding, but the totally empty streets made that completely unnecessary.  They made their way, ghostlike, to the broken gate that gave way to a small alcove between the two warehouses and climbed the rickety back steps to the rear door.  After a few minutes of fooling around with the ancient lock, Zoe was able to spring it open, and they entered.

Jimmy shined a flashlight around until he located the large fusebox.  He flipped the big side lever upwards, and the floodlights came on, illuminating the entire length of the large warehouse.  Since the warehouse contained no windows, there was no danger the lit-up interior could be seen from the outside.  While Jimmy searched for the enclosed office lighting, Zoe picked her way across the elevated platform to the railing, which offered a panoramic view of the warehouse.

She sucked in her breath, and called, “Jimmy, come look at this !”

Jimmy had found the office lighting and turned it on, then made his way to the railing next to Zoe.  “Whoa....”, was the only comment he could make after seeing what lay before them.  Unlike the last time they were here, when they had engaged in a Smash-It-Up game of destruction in an only partially-filled warehouse, the place was now packed.  The huge four tier pallet and shelving racks were filled to near-capacity with all manner of crates and boxes of variating size and dimensions.  The floor area was likewise stuffed, with only enough clear floor space to weave a forklift around.  The only really clear area was at the far end, where the big bay door was located near to the smaller access door.

Zoe was awed at the sight.  Growing up in that hovel of a house a mere block North of the warehouse, she had snuck in here many times to do vandalism out of sheer boredom, alone and with others.  She had never seen the warehouse so full before, however, and it was a strange looking sight.  They both hung at the rail for several minutes in silence.  What was all this stuff ?

Finally, Jimmy touched her arm.  “We better get started.  Let’s hit the Office.”  Zoe nodded, taking a look over her shoulder as they made their way back towards the office.  Maybe they could find some answers in there.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Jake had trekked around to the front of the school, since the back doors were presumably locked.  As he passed by the Parking Lot, he glanced at the gate at the far end and was able to see that the chain was still wrapped around it.  Getting around to the front, he ascended the steps, found the front doors unlocked, and entered the school.  Stopping briefly to look up at the Great Hall, where the blood balloons had come crashing down just a few weeks earlier, he let out a chuckle as he imagined what it had been like.  If only he had placed a hidden camera.....

No Matter.  Jake had other things to attend to on this night.  He made his way across the hall and climbed the stairs to the second floor, Spud Gun at the ready.  He headed for the Office.  Sneaking in low through the archway, he spotted Ms. Danvers behind the counter, bent over her desk, her back to him.  Just perfect.  Silently, Jake crept around the counter until he was just a few feet away.

After being at the school for as long as she had, Ms. Danvers was no dummy when it came to detecting student shenanigans.  It was often said that she possessed a sixth sense for trouble, often appearing scant seconds after rowdy students got out of control anywhere near her second-floor domain to bust them.  That sense alerted her now, and she suddenly looked over to find herself staring down the barrel of Jake’s Spud Gun.

Ms. Danvers was not one to shrivel in the face of aggression.  “What is it you want ?  I don’t have time for this !” she said forcefully.  She dropped her papers and started towards him.  Surprised, Jake backed up, and Ms. Danvers kept coming after him.  The old biddy was going to try to bust him, and that wouldn’t do at all.  Jake triggered off a shot, and the Spud hit her high in the right shoulder, slamming her backwards into the file cabinets.  

“Why, You Little Ruffian !”, she said tightly.  Reaching over to her desk, she attempted to grab the flower vase to throw at him.  Jake swiveled the Spud Gun slightly and with another shot, shattered it.

“Stop That, You Terrorist !”, Ms. Danvers said hotly.  Deprived of something handy to throw at her attacker, she reached down and pulled off her right high heel and threw that at Jake instead.  

Jake easily dodged the shoe, laughing inside at being called a Terrorist.  He didn’t want to shoot her as to where she would be useless to him, at least not yet.  He needed her services for a bit longer.  The thought struck him that he just needed to disable her, so he took aim and shot her in the foot.

“Owww !! How could you....!!!”, she yelped, and fell to the floor.  Jake holstered the Spud Gun and unslung the Air Rifle as he approached her.

“I need...A Doctor”, she gasped as he came near.  Jake was done screwing around.  He hauled her up and drug her, limping, to the Headmaster’s door.  

“Inside, NOW !”, he ordered, jamming the barrel of the gun to the back of Ms. Danvers’ head.  Withdrawing a key from her dress, she unlocked the door and opened it.  Jake shoved her roughly inside, where she stumbled and fell to the floor, and lay whimpering.

“Well, Well, Well, what have we here ?”, Dr. Crabblesnitch exclaimed as Jake came through the door and slammed it behind him, Air Rifle at the ready.

“Don’t you know me, Crabblesnitch ?”, Jake leered.  “I though you had a personal relationship with ALL your students !”

“Of course I know who you are, Jake”, Dr. Crabblesnitch said coldy.  “So nice of you to drop by my office on your way to prison.  No rest for the wicked certainly applies to you, it seems.”

“I ain’t going nowhere”, Jake countered, “But you are.”

“I think not”, Dr. Crabblesnitch fired back.  “The Police have been looking for you for months.  You’ve been credited with rampant violence and destruction.  Very Impressive.  Bombing School buildings is a very serious offense.  It’s time to put a stop to your reign of terror.”

Jake advanced to the desk.  “So, you know all that, do you ?  Maybe not as dense as I thought you were, Old Man.”

“Well, Young Man, you will pay dearly for your crimes....In Jail”, the Headmaster said smoothly.
  
“I don’t think so”, Jake said shoving the Air Rifle in Dr. Crabblesnitch’s face.  “I been working on something else.”

“Working ?”, snorted the Headmaster, “That’s a laugh. When did a scum like you ever work at anything ?  Your kind are bottom-feeders, a waste on society.  Let’s see what we’ve got, shall we ?  Our curriculum does NOT include destroying things.  If it did, you’d have been a Star Student.  Maybe you should focus on working off your bad deeds.  I hear it’s quite common....In Prison.”

“Oh, I been working all right, Doctor”, Jake sneered.  “And tonight, I’m gonna take over the school.”

“HAH”, Dr. Crabblesnitch laughed harshly. “Sure you are.  All by yourself.  An Army of one.”

“My army is your former students”, grinned Jake.  “Right now, they have secured most of the school grounds.”

“What ?  Those Townie Dropouts ?”, scoffed Dr. Crabblesnitch.  “Don’t make me laugh, boy.  They haven’t the brains to blow up a paper bag !”

“Oh, but I do”, Jake said, waving the Air Rifle in Dr. Crabblesnitch’s face.  “I’ve trained them to win, and I’ve covered every contingency.  Even your precious Prefects are locked out.  Both Dorms, The Autoshop, and Harrington House are in our hands, with hostages.  Within the hour, the Gym and the Observatory will be taken.  I’ll have control of the entire grounds before anybody outside of here even knows what’s happened.  And what’s more, you’re going to help me take over.”

“I Will Do No Such Thing !!”, Crabblesnitch thundered.  “If you think you can intimidate me with that little pea-shooter, you are sadly mistaken !”

“This little pea-shooter, as you put it, took out your little queer-boy mediator Pete”, Jake said menacingly.  “Close enough, it can even put a hole in your thick head too.”

Dr. Crabblesnitch stared.  “So, it WAS you that shot that boy !  You truly ARE a Monster !!”

“Monster, Smonster”, Jake said, “This little parlay is getting tiresome.”  He reached into his dark uniform and retrieved a couple of folded papers from an inside pocket, then threw the top one on Dr. Crabblesnitch’s desk.  He reached over and opened it.

“What is this ?”, the Headmaster asked. “Some kind of trick ?”

“No Trick”, said Jake.  “It’s your Resignation.  Sign It.”

Dr. Crabblesnitch stared at the paper.  On it were two neatly spaced typed lines on a Bullworth Academy letterhead.  It Read......

I Hereby Resign As Headmaster Of Bullworth Academy, Effective Immediately, And Appoint And Assign Jacob Brown as My Replacement.  (signed)  Dr. Milton Crabblesnitch.

“You must be joking”, Dr. Crabblesnitch snorted.  “I won’t sign any such thing.  And where did you get this letterhead ?”

Jake smirked. “I stole a bunch of them when I first broke in here last summer, right outta the school office when you comebag wasn’t here.”  Ignoring the slight to Ms. Danvers, the Headmaster made as if he were going to wad the paper up.  Jake stopped him, saying, “Don’t bother...I have a whole bunch more copies.”

“Who’s ‘Jacob Brown’?”, Dr. Crabblesnitch asked, although he knew well enough.

“That’d be me”, Jake said.  “My legal name.  Gotta keep this on the up and up, Don’t we ?”

“You’re Insane if you think I would sign this”, Dr. Crabblesnitch said.

“Oh, you will.  You’ll sign this too”, Jake said, and threw over the other paper.

“What’s this now ?”, the Headmaster asked with an uneasy feeling.

“That’s your Confession”, Jake said, with a superior smile.  “It details all the little scams you and your Pussy Prefect boys run around here....The Clothing and Food Ripoffs that you skim money off the top from, the Cheating Scams that you fired ole Hattrick for last year, but had to take him back on when he threatened to expose you, Preferential Treatment for some of the student body if they’re Athletes or the rich Preppie kids, all the rotten shit that goes on in this place that you willingly turn a blind eye to.”

“You have no proof to support these kinds of allegations”, Dr. Crabblesnitch said shortly.

“Sure I do”, Jake laughed insanely. “I got all the proof I needed from my Cousin.....Gary Smith !”

“NO-O-O-O-O !!” moaned Ms. Danvers, rocking back and forth on the floor, holding her leg.

“Impossible !!!!”, Dr. Crabblesnitch said, thunderstruck.

“No, Possible”, Jake said.  “Grandaddy Smith had two children....Cousin Gary’s Dad, and my Mother.  And now, I’m gonna finish what Cousin Gary started....Taking over the school.”

Dr. Crabblesnitch sat stunned.  This was last year’s nightmare all over again, only worse.  Far worse, for this time there was no Jimmy Hopkins around to defeat this little monster.  Slowly, he said, “I’m not going to sign anything, Young Man.  You can threaten me all you like.  I won’t do it.”

“Oh, I’m not gonna threaten you”, Jake said, and suddenly took three steps over to where Ms. Danvers lay rocking on the floor, jamming the muzzle of the Air Rifle into her ear.  “I’m just gonna put a pellet in your Bitch’s Brain if you don’t play along and SIGN THE GODDAM PAPERS !!!!”

“MILTON !!!”, squealed Ms. Danvers.

“Easy, Carolyn, Easy”, Dr. Crabblesnitch said. “Alright Boy, you win.”  He picked up a pen from his desk and scribbled his name on the two papers.

“And no 'Mickey Mouse’ or 'Donald Duck’ signatures on them, either”, Jake said with menace in his voice.  

Dr. Crabblesnitch pushed the papers forward on his desk without comment.  Jake rose from his position next to Ms. Danvers and said, “Now, put your arms on the arms of the chair and keep them where I see them.  I know all about your Magnum you have up here.”  He reached down and yanked up Ms. Danvers by her hair and thrust a roll of Duct Tape in her hands.  “Get over there and bind his arms to the chair.  And do a good job of it if you don’t want a spud in your guts”, Jake said, and roughly pushed her towards the desk.

Ms. Danvers did as she was told, limping over behind the desk and binding Dr. Crabblesnitch’s arms to the chair.  The Headmaster looked longingly towards his large file cabinet, where his Magnum was hidden in the bottom drawer.  If only, he sighed.  When Ms. Danvers was finished, Jake ordered her around to the front of the desk and had her lay facedown on the floor with her hands behind her back.  He took the Duct Tape from her and quickly bound her arms and legs. Then he went around behind Crabblesnitch and taped his torso to the back of the chair.  He wasn’t taking any chances that the good doctor would be getting loose any time soon.  Going around the desk, he grabbed and ripped the phone line out, then picked up the phone and threw it across the room.  Can’t have anybody making any calls tonight.

Only then did Jake pick up the two papers Dr. Crabblesnitch had signed, looking them over.  Satisfied, he pulled a Zip-Lock type bag from his pocket and sealed them inside.  The Headmaster watched Jake with angry eyes.

“Planning on going swimming this evening ?”, Dr. Crabblesnitch said snidely.

“Don’t you ever watch the news ?”, Jake laughed.  “There’s a big storm coming tonight !”

And then Jake let out with that insane giggle that made their blood run cold.  He was still laughing as he left the Headmaster’s office, totally forgetting about the phone line on Ms. Danver’s desk.
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Constantinos had walked up to the fountain and looked to the right down the path to the Prep’s area.  He saw nothing clear to the front of Harrington House, which wasn’t unusual, since the Preps hadn’t been seen out in the past week.  Rumor was they were holed up in Harrington House after their big beatdown and weren’t showing their faces around campus due to the loss of respect from the other Cliques.  Constantinos turned left and went down the path to the Autoshop.  Arriving at the paved yard area, he found it deserted.  He shrugged his shoulders and turned away, heading back up the pathway to the fountain without looking around the corner into the bay areas.  From there he headed to the Library, walking across the back quad that was eerily vacant.  The effect was even more so as the winds had picked up and the sky had taken on a blackish, swirling quality.  Arriving at the Library grounds, he saw that it too was empty.  Constantinos went to the Library door and tried to open it.  It was locked.
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Jake had left the school by the front entrance, and decided to take the side pathway back that ran by the Library.  As he reached the point where he was able to see the Library itself, he saw a movement in the Library yard.  At once, he ducked down and went into stealth mode, closing the distance to the Library yard, flatting himself against the stone wall bear the entrance.  Jake sneaked a peek around the wall and saw a figure at the Library doors.  After a couple of minutes, the figure shrugged, then turned and started towards his position.  

As the figure came closer, Jake was able to make out who it was.  Constantinos.  Jake silently grinned his crazy grin.  Here, delivered to him, was the first of that backstabbing fuck Tony’s friends that he could take vengeance on.  He waited until Constantinos had reached the top of the short stairway, then stepped from around the corner and leveled the Air Rifle at Constantinos, pulling the trigger twice.

POW-THUNK !!  POW-THUNK !!  The two Pellets hit Constantinos’ guts with sicking force at such close range.  Constantinos was thrown back on his ass and slid for five feet before stopping.  He struggled to sit up as Jake made his way up to him, slinging the Air Rifle on his back.  The Pellets had pierced his skin, but had been stopped by his abdominal muscles before doing any serious damage.  Still, Constantinos felt like he had been double-kicked by a mule.  He looked up at the figure standing before him, and a sudden horrible feeling burst upon him.

“YOU !!!!”, exclaimed Constantinos, recognizing Jake.

“Yeah...Me”, laughed Jake.  “Guess I didn’t murder you last fall after all, Huh ?  Well, second time’s a charm....For Jake to do harm !!!”

Constantinos struggled to get up, and then Jake was upon him.  Jake beat Constantinos unmercifully, reducing his face to a bloody mess.  When he was finished, he drug the hapless boy over to the benches that lined the the outer front wall and jammed him ass-first into the trash bin that sat by the stone entrance pillar.  Constantinos lay in the bin, unmoving.  Jake left the Library area without looking back.

Time to go check on how Omar and the boys were doing.  Jake headed out across the quad, the swirling dark skies matching the blackness in his soul completely.
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As the Townies departed Harrington House and made their way to the Gym area, the TV that had been left on upstairs in the now-empty room suddenly interrupted it’s re-run programming of ‘Falcon Crest’ with a map of Bullworth Town and the Vale Valley area and the familiar tones of a Weather Alert, followed by an emergency announcement.......

“THE NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE IN PROVINDENCE HAS ISSUED A TORNADO WARNING.....AT 11:17 PM EST, NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE IS TRACKING A CONFIRMED LARGE AND EXTREMELY DANGEROUS TORNADO HEADING FOR THE VALE VALLEY AREA, MOVING EAST AT 25 MPH.......IF YOU ARE IN THE PATH OF THIS DESTRUCTIVE TORNADO, TAKE COVER IMMEDIATELY IN A BASEMENT OR OTHER UNDERGROUND SHELTER AND GET UNDER SOMETHING STURDY.  THE SAFEST PLACE TO BE DURING A TORNADO IS IN A BASEMENT.  IF IN A MOBILE HOME, EVACUATE TO A SUBSTANTIAL STRUCTURE.  GET UNDER A WORKBENCH OR OTHER PIECE OF STURDY FURNITURE.  IF NO BASEMENT IS AVAILABLE, SEEK SHELTER ON THE LOWEST FLOOR OF THE BUILDING IN AN INTERIOR HALLWAY OR ROOM SUCH AS A CLOSET.  USE BLANKETS OR PILLOWS TO COVER YOUR BODY AND ALWAYS STAY AWAY FROM WINDOWS.  AGAIN, THE NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE HAS ISSUED A TORNADO WARNING FOR THE WHOLE OF THE VALE VALLEY AREA.........”
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