The Bullworth Never Ending Story

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Posted by MikeW June 8, 2011

 Russell and his boys were relaxing in the boys dorm. Trent and Tom playing a game of poker in the corner, a stack of money lay on the table. The boys had made a handsome amount of money in their drug dealings and they were having fun gambling with each other when they got the chance. Russell was busy watching TV while the rest of the Bullies were either watching the intense poker game or participating in other activities in the room. "Hahaha, looks like I win", grinned Tom as he placed his cards on the table, a royal flush. "Bullshit to hell anyways!", yelled Trent as Tom scooped up the large stack of bills.

    Suddenly, Damon and Bo barged into the common room, demented expressions on their faces. Damon was the first to speak. "Yo, you mutha fuckas got anymore of that baby powda?" It seemed as though the Bullies half-assed cocaine mixture wasn't quite satisfying the massive roid monkey. "By the way, that shit made my insides all itchy! What the shit is up with THAT?", demanded Bo. Wade snickered quietly as he was the one who introduced itching powder in place of a few ounces of crack, this way more batches could be made as well as money. "What you laughin' at?", stated Bo. "Oh, uh...nothin'...inside joke.", responded Wade, now getting nervous. Damon's blood pressure was rising, as usual when he got pissed easily. "I think we been fucked over!", shouted Damon, "I think you boys owe us, and I intend on gettin' what I want!"  Trent felt a little bit of piss trickle down his thigh as he began to get a little scared. Finally, Russell spoke up, "Monkies-OUT!" "That's disrespectful, now I'm gonna have to beat yo butt!", Damon retaliated. "Fine, we'll settle this tonight, at the Graveyard. Bring all your boys, Damon and I can handle ya.", said Bo. As the two Jocks walked out of the room, Tom called after them "Do your best, You'll need to!"
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Posted by MikeW June 8, 2011

As soon as the Jocks had departed, Trent frowned. "Where the fuck is the Graveyard?" The Bullies thought and thought. They had never heard anything about a graveyard before. In fact, they really didn't know what happened to people in Bullworth when they died. Suddenly, Davis spoke up. "There has to be one somewhere. My parents told me my Grandmother was buried somewhere in Bullworth." Russell was more than ready to beat the shit out of Damon and Bo, but his empty head was spinning from having to think so hard. The group decided to take a walk into town, hoping to ask around. The boys managed to sneak past Karl at the gate and began to walk towards town. As they crossed the bridge, they passed Tony and Laurent walking towards the school. Wade listened to Tony whisper to his buddy and caught something about maps and Fatty. A lightbulb moment happened to Wade. "Guys, forget about making small talk with the townsfolk, let's go find them Nerds, heard somethin' 'bout some maps and that fat fuck of theirs."

    The Bullies were well aware that the Nerds hung out in the Comic Book Store and sometimes in the alley behind it. As the Bullies passed by Dr. Bambillo's office, Tom spoke up "Hey dudes, if we just walk right in there, that fat ass Comic Guy will know something is up and kick us out, or worse, call the cops." Russell was even smart enough to understand this. Russell lead his boys to the alley in back of the shop to think. It didn't take them long. "Hey, how 'bout that door down there?", said Trent as he pointed to the door to the basement. The boys became restless, they were really getting excited about a raid on the Nerds in a place they considered to be of top notch safety.  Troy spotted a wooden plank on the ground and picked it up for some extra insurance on his part. "Alright, let's go." commanded Trent.  The boys slowly opened the door, but the small amount of light that entered had quickly alerted the Nerds. "Gah! Sunlight!" screamed Cornelius.  The Bullies began to attack immediately, no hesitation. Alfred could hear all the ruckus and began to bellow "Get out of my store!" It was over quickly, the Bullies had smashed the shit out of the Nerds, all except for Fatty, cowering in the corner. As the Bullies grinned and approached him, he unleashed a torrent of piss out of his tiny dick and a large yellow puddle formed on the floor. Fatty gasped and hid his face in humiliation. "Hey, Pee stain junior!", shouted Trent, "How about showin' us them maps!".  Fatty soon started cussing, "That friggin' muffin fungus!" Fatty was sure Tony must have been careless, how else would these fools know about his maps, and on the same day? "No, I know nothing of maps", lied Fatty. "Don't lie to me, you fat faggot!", yelled Wade, "else I'll have to have Russell crack that fat head of yours!". Trent's face blushed as a result of Wade's homophobic slur. Fatty began pissing again, but it was now reduced to a trickle. "Okay, okay, no purple nurples, PLEASE!".

    Fatty led the Bullies into the back room and pulled his maps from the shelf. The Bullies grinned as they poured over them. "Alright, good, it's behind the dam." confirmed Davis. "See ya later pee stain junior",  taunted Troy hoarsely. Before leaving, Troy doubled back and gave Fatty a severe titty twister. Fatty screamed in pain as he regretted his plea against a purple nurple.
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“You know I don’t want that Bitch around you”, Karen fumed. “I’m gonna go Postal on her, I swear I will !”

Tony nodded, trying to think of a way to calm down Karen’s rage.  It had been a few hours since her encounter with Pinky, and she seemed just as pissed as ever.  They were sitting on the front steps of the Girl’s Dorm in the twilight, and Tony was anxiously searching his inexperienced mind for something to say that would quell her ravings.  So far, he had come up with nothing.

Like any teen boy, Tony just didn’t understand girls.  While they could be sweet and alluring, there was also a darkside to them that could sometimes put even a sadistic killer to shame.  Tony decided that the best course of action would be to just let her rant on until she maybe ran out of steam.  Inwardly, Tony shuddered to think what would really happen if Karen knew about him being with Pinky, and Lola, right before Christmas.  He had a strong feeling that she wouldn’t be very understanding.

Tony let his mind drift back on the events of the day.  After leaving the Dragon’s Wing, he and Laurent had walked back from Bullworth Town, crossing the big bridge.  The Bully Clique had passed them without greeting them, but Tony was in a deep conversation with Laurent about Fatty not having the right maps, and he had barely noticed Russell, Trent, and the rest pass by.  After entering the school grounds, he had continued with Laurent down to the Football Field, as Laurent had not been there yet.  Tony filled him in on what he knew about their newest member, Bob, which wasn’t much, as he really knew little about him.  Laurent was a bit worried as to what kind of shape the Clique was in after a week with no leader, since Ted was still in the Clinic recovering from his wounds from the Townie attack.  Ted had appointed him as second before all that had happened, but Laurent was smart enough to know that the Jocks would never accede to leadership from a noob, which he technically still was.

On the path to the Gym from the fountain, they were surprised to catch up with Damon and Bo, who were both walking at a rather slow pace towards the Gym.  Both boys were walking in a jerky fashion, and didn’t seem to even see either Laurent or Tony until Laurent hailed them as they stood practically in front of them. 

“Mes amis !  I am back !”, Laurent said to the pair of Jocks.  Both Damon and Bo stopped dead in their tracks, staring.  Finally, Damon said,  “Yo....Wass up ?”  Tony thought Damon’s speech sounded more slurried that usual, but then shook off the thought.  It was hard to understand him even under the most ideal of times.

Bo was acting jittery and nervous, but managed to squeak out, “Hey, Frenchie !  Good to see you !  How you doin’ ?”

“I be a bit enflammé, but much better than last week !”, Laurent said, attempting a joking manner, but the two Jocks just stood slack-jawed and unfocused.

A few seconds ticked by.  “Everything alright ?”, Tony finally asked.

That seemed to break them out of their spell.  “S’good. Ever-ting fine”, Damon replied.

“Yeah...Um...We just headin’ down to the Clubhouse”, Bo said suddenly, but stopped when Damon gave him a warning look.

“Yes”, Laurent said, “Tony’s told me about our new couchette maison....Cannot wait to see it !”

Damon rumbled, “Coach’ll wanna see yo’ first”, pointing to the Gym.

“Yeah, that’s right !”, Bo chimed in, “We can catch up with you later !”

With that, the two Jocks walked off.  As he watched the retreating pair, Tony commented, “What’s up with them ?  They were acting a little strange.”

Laurent shrugged.  “Eh...They get moody sometimes, those ones.  Guess I will head to the Coach’s Office.  Will see you a bit later, mon ami ?”

“Uh...Sure thing”, Tony said.  “I got some things to take care of.  See you later.”

As Laurent had walked off towards the Gym, Tony turned and headed up to Harrington House.  He had been meaning to see Tad anyway.  Upon arriving, he had gone through the open doors to find Justin at the counter.

“Can I....Help You ?”, Justin said, a bit disdainfully.

“Umm...I’m here to see Tad.  He around ?”, Tony asked, ignoring the ill-mannered Prep.

“I’ll see”, sniffed Justin, and disappeared through the inner set of double doors, leaving Tony waiting.  After a few minutes, he was back, with Tad following.

“Tony, old chap !  How good to see you !”, Tad exclaimed, and then surprised Tony by shaking his hand.  “Come in, come in, we can sit by the fire and have a talk.”

Tony followed Tad into the huge main room.  Tad sat down in what Tony thought was Derby’s old chair and indicated for Tony to sit it the other one.  Tony took a seat.

“Now, what do I owe this pleasant visit to ?”, Tad said grandly.

Looking around, Tony said, “I see you’ve taken over successfully”, he said, and then got right to the point.  “What’re you up to, Tad ?”

“Up To ?”, Tad said, feigning a shocked look.  “What ever do you mean ?”

“All this”, Tony said, waving his hand in the general direction of the school. “All these....Gifts.”

“Why, that was my Father’s idea”, Tad answered, “To give the school a little class that it’s been sorely lacking.”

Tony stared at Tad without saying anything, and a minute spun out.  Tad grew uncomfortable.  Finally, Tony said quietly, “That’s Bullshit.”  Tony’s eyes bored into Tad’s until Tad started flicking his gaze nervously about.  The silence between the two became thick with tension.

At last, Tad could take it no longer.  “So what if it is ?  Everything is all better now.  Isn’t that what you want ?  What everyone wants ?  It’s to be a new era at Bullworth, a glorious new era !”

“A glorious new era for the Preps, you mean”, corrected Tony, “and especially for Tad Spencer, isn’t that what you really mean ?”

Tad grew flustered.  “That’s not it at all, not at all, I tell you.  I am going to usher in a whole new era of understanding and cooperation between us Preps and the others.  We will live in harmony with all the lesser kids, no more of this silly squabbling like in the past !”

Tony smiled wirily. “I sure hope you’re right....Because there’s bigger problems that just who’s going to be King of the School around here.  Jake is still out there, and he will attack again.  You can take that to the bank, as you Preppies are fond of saying.”

Tad didn’t know what to say to that.  Tony rose to go.  “Next time, the bomb in Derby’s chair will be the bomb in your chair.  You best figure out how to defend yourself against that, because if everyone in this whole place doesn’t pull together, all our asses are all gonna be on the line.”

Tad nodded to show his understanding.  “You are right, of course.  Listen, Tony....We are more alike than you know.”

Both boys stared at each other, both of these boys who had had Pinky, both of these boys who sought power for their own reasons. 

“I’m nothing like you”, Tony said, and had turned to go.  He pasued, and said, “If you really want a ‘New Era’, you can start by having your ‘help’ be more courteous to visitors here.  Wouldn’t hurt.”

With that, Tony had left Harrington House without looking back.  He had wandered up to the Boy’s Dorm, expecting to see Trent and the Bullies, but they weren’t there, in the building or in the yard.  Strange.  Tony had plopped down in front of the TV to kill some time.  He knew he would have to go see Karen, eventually.....But maybe not just right now.

After about an hour, Nick had come into the common room for a soda.  Spotting Tony on the couch, he came over to sit by him.  Nick took a long drink of his soda before he spoke.

“Had a long day ?”, he asked.  “You look zonked.”

“Yeah...Long day”, Tony sighed.  “Have to see Karen later.”

“You don’t sound too enthusiastic”, Nick observed.  “Trouble ?”

“She saw me talking to Pinky”, Tony answered. “It wasn’t even my fault.  Pinky and Christy came up to ME.  It wasn’t like.....” He trailed off.

“Yeah”, Nick commented.  “I get that too.  Melody gets jealous about that type of shit.  She usually just starts cussing.  I just let her rant on.  She gets over it eventually.”

“Oh, yeah ?”, Tony said.  “So....just let them go on ?”

“Sure”, Nick answered, “They just have to have you hear them out.  Big on getting their feelings out, you know, so they bitch about things like that.”  He laughed shortly.  “Guess that’s why they’re called Bitches.”

“So...Nothing I say will.....”, Tony began.

“Change anything ?  Hell, No”, Nick laughed again. “They have to get it off their minds, or it festers there.  Just listen, take it like a man, and they soon run out of steam.”

Tony looked out the window.  It was getting dusk.  Time he should be going, he supposed, to face the music.  But, maybe, it wouldn’t be so bad, if all he had to do was just listen......

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“Tony ?? Are you Listening to me ??”, Karen was saying.

Tony was pulled out of his reverie.  “Uh...Sure, Sweetie, I hear you.”

“Don’t ‘Sweetie’ me”, Karen grumbled,  “I know how you boys are.  You all think with your Cocks.  Something better comes along, and you’re right there.”

Tony just nodded again.  Despite what Nick had said, Tony still wanted to find a way to defuse Karen.  She must have been going on for quite awhile now, he thought, as he noticed it was now full dark.  Suddenly, an idea occurred to him.  He dug in his pocket as Karen continued on.

“I know you’re attracted to her, I see the way you look when she’s around....”  Karen stopped suddenly, hearing a jangling sound.  It was coming from Tony’s hand.

“I’m attracted to you”, Tony said softly, “Have been since we met.  And part of that attraction, a Big part, is the things we do together.”

The jangling stopped.  Tony held up a key.  “Do you remember our midnight ride ?”

“Well....Sure”, Karen said, confused.  “But what....”

“Will you come with me ?”, Tony rose. “I have something to show you.”

Tony held out his hand.  Wordless now, Karen took it and allowed Tony to lead her away, over the shortcut wall, through the empty Parking Lot, and up to the garage bay door,where he inserted the key in the lock and turned it.

“But...But...”, Karen found her voice, “The Go-Kart’s gone !  It’s been gone since Jake took it !”

“Behold !”, Tony proclaimed, opening up the door.  The moonlight revealed the Go-Kart Tony had found in the hollow ditch behind the school.  As Karen approached it, Tony hoped that Mr. Neil had at least gotten it back into running order since he had given Tony the keys earlier.  As Tony checked it out alongside Karen, he was relieved to see the motor still in place and apparently ready to go.  The custom seat wasn’t in, and it still needed a paint job, but it looked good to go.  Tony checked the gas tank and found it half full. 

He slid into the seat and turned the ignition, and the Cart fired up.  Tony pulled it outside and had Karen close the garage door, then pulled her into his lap for the short trip to the Parking Lot gate, which had been repaired once again.  “Do your magic”, Tony told Karen. She slid off his lap and jimmied the gate lock and opened it, allowing Tony to pull through as she closed it.  She then rejoined Tony.  The single seat made for a tight fit, but neither of them minded.

“Where we off to ?”, Karen asked, with a sparkle in her eyes.

“I thought...The Overlook”, Tony said, looking at her longingly.  “Just like before.  It’s so beautiful up there, remember ?  It’s the place where I knew that I was really in love with you.”

Karen squealed and threw her arms around Tony, giving him a huge kiss.  Tony grinned, then stepped on the gas, and the pair zoomed off into the night.
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Posted by MikeW June 9, 2011

 Russell, Trent, and the rest of their boys made their way through town. It was 8:00 at night and it was starting to get dark. After their raid on the Nerds hideout in the Dragon's Wing comic book store, they had uncovered Fatty's maps and discovered the location of Bullworth's lonely old cemetery. The Bullies were aware of the dam, but never really went that way and the few times they did had never gone beyond it. As the Bullies turned the corner around the gas station, the street lights were starting to come on. Damon and Bo never specified a time to be at the cemetery, but the Bullies figured that 8:30 would be alright.

The Bullies were fairly confident about their upcoming fight, they easily out-numbered the two Jocks and besides, they had Russell. The roaring of the water pouring through the spillways had alerted the Bullies that the dam was fast approaching. Trent decided to stop and check the map. "Okay boys, we should take our next right down this path here." The Bullies took the path to the right and spotted a few dull flood lights up on a high wall. A slight breeze was blowing and the wind made creepy whistling sounds as it passed through the trees and boulders along the path. "Shit man, this is one creepy ass place!", said Wade rather nervously. The boys walked for a short distance more and came upon the twisted iron gates.  They had arrived.
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Posted by MikeW June 9, 2011

The Bullies made their way through the old iron gates. The gates were very old and appeared as though they were stuck at the hinges. Luckily, people could still enter as the gates were ajar when they had become stuck. On either side of the walkway were gravestones that were scattered about on the ground. This was probably the oldest section of the cemetery as the stones were not arranged in any particularly ordered manner. After walking further down the path, the boys came to a large obelisk type monument. This apparently marked the center of the cemetery. It appeared as though the Jocks had not yet arrived, so the boys kept on walking and thought they would do a little exploring. The Bullies figured they were in for a fight, but they weren’t worried. After all, they had Russell. The graveyard appeared to be laid out in an “L” shape, the entrance at one end, with a mausoleum at the other. Trent noticed more head stones and had an idea of how his friends could have some fun. Like any juvenile delinquent, Trent had only one thought while in a cemetery. “Hey dudes wanna smash some of these stones?” laughed Trent. All the Bullies got big grins on their faces except for Davis. “No guys, wait. My granny is buried here, I don’t want to ruin her stone.” The Bullies were sure they were alone, but suddenly a raspy voice piped up from behind a small tree. Handy the hobo had been leaning against this tree, gulping down the contents of whatever bottle he was hiding in a brown paper bag. “You fellas shouldn’t be doin’ that. I wouldn’t go vandalizing anything here.” Warned Handy. “Oh, and why not?” asked Trent, his eyes narrowing. “’Cause, this place is cursed. All sorts of crazy occult shit used to happen here. Them Townie kids used to do all practice some sort of devil worship of something. Ouija boards, those pentagram things, you name it.” Handy explained. “What a bunch of horse shit”, scowled Tom. An awkward silence passed while the Bullies and Handy just stared at each other, until Davis broke the silence. “Hey, I found my Granny’s head stone!”

    After pausing to pay respects at the stone, a dark shadow came up behind the Bullies, followed by a second one. The boys just about jumped two feet in the air and turned to face Damon and Bo. The two Jocks had finally arrived. “You niggas was scared!” taunted Damon. “No! Russell jump because Russell have springs in shoes!” Russell responded stupidly. “Haha…yeah” said Damon. “So, what the hell do you two roid monkies want anyways?” asked Tom. “What do we want? We WANT more white stuff and we WANT better quality shit this time!” barked Damon. “I swear, some of that last bag had itching powder in it. My insides were itching like crazy last time.” added Bo. The Bullies thought a moment until Ethan spoke up. “Fuck that, you muthas ain’t getting’ shit. Why don’t you go home and play with your balls?” he said. “I’m gonna SPLIT YOUR WIG for that!”, yelled Damon, now in a rage and almost foaming at the mouth. “Oh, it’s on now!” said Bo. The fight began.

Trent and Ethan went to take on Bo, while the rest tackled Damon. While the Bullies greatly out numbered Damon, he was a strong opponent. All juiced up on cocaine, he was a force to be reckoned with. His first move was a shoulder barge that knocked Wade into a grave stone. The stone shattering into a million pieces as Damon slammed into it. While Wade was on the ground, Damon picked him up and through him through the air like he was a discarded piece of rubbish. The force of the landing knocked out the red headed Wade. Meanwhile, Ethan and Trent were making progress on Bo. Trent landed a stiff punch to the Jock’s face as Ethan kicked him in the gut. After a few more nasty blows, Bo was down for the count. Trent and Ethan then decided to help out in taking down Damon. “I’m gonna hit ya ‘til ya love me!” shouted Damon as he attacked Tom. Damon slammed Tom with an axe handle punch that sent Tom’s head smack into another grave stone with similar results to before. The stone shattered under the force of Tom’s face. Pieces of stone and streams of blood going everywhere. Russell then landed a few good hits, but allowed Trent to land a few blows himself. The scuffle was shifting all around the yard.  Damon spotted a brick in between hits and picked it up. Taking aim, he hurled it at Russell. The large Bully ducked just in time and the brick took out another nearby stone. Handy was off to the side, enjoying the fight, in fact, he was cheering it on. “Hit him, he called me a drunk!” shouted Handy.

    After a few moments, the atmosphere started to change. A pale green mist had started to permeate from seemingly nowhere and a low moaning sound became audible. A few last minute fists flew, but the boys suddenly paused to see what was going on. “Oh shit, what’s happening?” asked Ethan. The group of boys was paralyzed with fear. They couldn’t move a muscle. Handy didn’t seem to take any notice to what was going on in his half drunken state. He was dancing around and still cheering as if the fight hadn’t stopped. After a few moments, a white mist began to form in front of the mausoleum. Trent saw this and let out a little squeal. By this time, Handy noticed that the fight had stopped. “What gives kids? Ya look like you’ve seen a ghost!” laughed Handy. The mist had continued to grow, but now started to form a shadowy figure. Davis could feel something warm trickle down his thigh. He didn’t realize it, but he had just pissed his pants. The figure now looked human-like. It had what looked to be ragged black robes and a sort of jack-o-lantern for a head, but it was unclear. The figure began to drift slowly towards the boys, who were shaking even more than ever before. Handy had no idea what was behind him. He had his back turned as the figure approached. When the being was about a foot in back of him, it reached out with a bony hand, and placed it on Handy’s shoulder. Handy didn’t even turn around. His eyes bugged out and in a split second, he let out a deep throated scream and bolted around the corner towards the gate. No one had ever seen him run so fast, his legs like pistons on an expensive sports car as he tear-assed around the gate and out of site in the direction of the dam.

    The being then began drifting towards the boys. More pants were being wet now. The shadow figure lifted it’s arm again and this time, pointed it’s skeleton-like finger at Damon. Instead of cowering, the drugs had caused Damon to act without thinking. “Didn’t yo mamma eva teach you not to point?” said Damon. The being seemed to ignore him and drifted closer, now only feet away. Damon was now about to do the most impulsive thing possible. He crouched down and made a B-line towards the figure. As Damon was about to perform a shoulder barge, he burst into a flash of white light just before making contact. The graveyard was now filled with light and the echoing screams of Damon as he started to vanish into thin air. All of this commotion caused Bo to snap back into consciousness. “JESUS CHRIST!” he shouted in disbelief. “DAMON, NO!” Soon after Damon disappeared, the light faded. The figure then began to slowly make it’s way towards Bo and the Bullies. Before it could get too close, Bo and the others made a break for it, running for the gate. Russell ran awkwardly as he carried the limp bodies of Tom and Wade over his shoulders. None of the boys stopped running until they reached the Oil Spill gas station.

    The boys all lay on the ground, attempting to catch their breath. As they tried to calm down, Officer Monson noticed them on the ground, it was well past curfew. “What the hell are you fuckers all doin’ at this hour? You boys trippin’? That’ll plant you right in the slammer.” the cop said. Little did he know of how true this was in regards to Bo. Trent started to talk through his heavy breathing “We….they…Damon….gone!” said Trent through heavy breaths.
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“It’s so fantastic up here”, Karen said, gazing out on the Vale Valley.  She breathed in deeply the spring night air.  She turned her face to Tony, standing beside her.  “You know what I’d like ?  I want to go places.  I want to see the ocean, the mountains, the forest, all of it....Far away, exotic places....”

“Tropical Islands ?”, Tony asked, looking out at Pirate Island, just a dark shape far from the Overlook, marked by the ever-flashing red buoy.

“Oh, Yes !”, Karen breathed, her eyes sparkling.  “Tony, promise you’ll take me places....Strange wonderful places....I feel so bottled up here....Sometimes....I just want to get away....”

Tony chuckled.  “I know how you feel.  I want to get my license, get a cool car, and just drive until I find....” He paused. “.....A place where I belong.”

“You know”, Karen said, playfully tracing circles on Tony’s chest with her finger, “We could sneak off somewhere this summer, go to the ocean, get on a boat....Lots of Islands in the Narragansett we could see....”

“Think we could pull it off ?”, Tony smiled, “A couple of wild and crazy teenagers like us ?”

“Oh, yes, we could”, Karen said, snuggling close.  “We can do anything, long as we have each other.”

“Well, until then, I guess this will have to do”, Tony sighed.  “But we can dream, can’t we ?”

“Yeah”, Karen breathed softly.  Suddenly she popped up and said impulsively, “Tony, take me out to that Island....You’ve been there already.  I want to see it too !”

Tony smirked.  “It’s not much of an Island....It’s mostly all rocky.  Most of the trees got taken down from the Tornado.  Kind of depressing, really.”

“But it has a beach, doesn’t it ?”, Karen persisted.

“Well...Yeah...A small one....But...”, Tony began.

“Then I want to go”, Karen announced, “I want to see it.  Besides, why should you have all the fun trying to find that....Whatever you have to look for out there....I could help, you know.”

“Well, there’s a problem”, Tony said. “The Nerd’s maps didn’t have the Grid marks on them I need to find it....” Quickly, he related the events that went down at the Dragon’s Wing, since he hadn’t yet had the chance to tell her.

“So...Fatty thinks that Mr. Luntz can find this....USNG map ?”, Karen asked.

“That what he says”, Tony allowed, “But that means I’ll have to convince Mr. Luntz to get me one of those, if he even can...And if he would even want to help.  He hates kids.”

“Hmmm....”, Karen said, thinking, “But...He’s always nicer to girls.  I’ll bet if I came with you to ask, he might be more agreeable.”

“Oh, yeah, you think so ?”, Tony asked. “What makes you think girls are more special ?”

“Because we have charms”, Karen replied, and proceeded to show him, planting a huge French Kiss on Tony’s mouth.

The Overlook was empty, as it was after midnight.  They had both been here for quite awhile, and the area had been empty of people for more than an hour.  Karen pulled Tony over to a grassy area by the rock face where the Go-Kart was parked.  Their temperatures were quickly rising to the boiling point as they frantically groped each other while pulling off their clothes.  Sliding to the ground behind the Go-Cart, they made wild, passionate love as a gentle breeze blew through the Vale Valley.
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Officer Monson was in a quandary.  While normally he would call in another Officer to help him transport these losers to a jail cell for an overnight stay, space was at a premium at the hoosegow these days....The Bullworth Jail was packed with Townies, which meant it wouldn’t just be a simple trip two blocks up the street but a transport clear to either the New Coventry substation or the Bullworth Vale substation.  To add to that, these kids looked like they’d seen a Ghost or something.  One ugly kid was laying there babbling something he couldn’t make sense of, while the others were just laying in quiet terror on the pavement.  Two of them, he discovered, were unconscious.  Usually, these little badass-wannabees would be running away from him to keep from getting caught out after curfew.  But the dumbasses just lay there, their white scared faces just staring up into the night.

Fuck It, thought Officer Monson.  Calling Officer Morrison on the Police radio, he waited for his backup to arrive in another patrol car.  Walking over to the big, dumb-looking one, who he recognized as Russell, he said, “Hey, Big Boy !  Carry your two buddies down to the Clinic !”

Russell seemed not to understand.  His eyes were big and round in the moonlight.  Officer Monson repeated his request, and getting no response, began ordering him to his feet.  Russell at last looked at the Officer and got shakily to his feet, staring at him.  Officer Monson once more repeated his order, slapping his nightstick in his palm for effect.  Russell looked about in a daze, and suddenly reached down and grabbed up Tom and Wade.  The Officer pointed down the street, where the Clinic was just one block away, and Russell began lumbering unsteadily in that direction.  Officer Monson watched him go, calling after him, “You’all get right back here afterwards, understand ?”

Russell didn’t answer.  Officer Monson watched him progress to the door of the Clinic and go inside.  Just then, Officer Morrison arrived, and after a brief conference, they decided to just transport the hooligans back to the school and let the Prefects deal with them.  Trent, Troy, and Davis were rousted without resistance and put into the car.  Officer Morrison sped off toward the school, and in a short while returned.  Bo and Ethan were then led to the Cop car in jerky steps and loaded inside.

Officer Monson hadn’t expected to see Russell again, but as Officer Morrison drove off a second time, Russell came walking back.  Looking for all the world like a zombie, Russell drifted over to the Police Car and just stood there.  When Officer Monson opened the door, Russell squeezed inside.  Scratching his head at such unusual behavior, Officer Monson got in the car and prepared to drive Russell to the school.  Suddenly Russell broke his silence.

“Russell Want To Go Home !!”, he moaned.

Officer Monson glanced in the rearview mirror at the white-faced big boy.  He had a ghastly look on his face.  He was about to say something and stopped.  Something was just not quite right here, he realized.  Something had put the fear of God into these boys tonight, that was for sure....About the only thing he was sure of.

Every Cop knew where Russell Northrup lived, as he had been busted a number of times over the years.  Officer Monson dropped the car into gear and drove to Russell’s house.  When they arrived, Russell refused to get out until Officer Monson escorted him to the door.  As the Officer left, he began thinking what a strange report this was going to make....If he decided to write one at all.

Inside, Russell turned on every light in the house, then went to his room, pulling his large bed in front of the door to barricade it.  He then squeezed into the closet, the same one where he had taken refuge as a child, where he sat awkwardly, rocking back and forth.  There would be no sleep for Russell this night.  His eyes were still wide awake and staring hours later as the dawn broke.
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[BloodChuckZ]

The Jocks trooped to the Gym for a rare Sunday practice around 10 AM.  Normally in the off-season, they might work out with weights or run a few laps and be done with it, but Coach Burton had ordered them to run some drills to see how their new teammate Bob was coming along.  Grumbling, the Jocks assembled on the Gym floor as Coach Burton came out of his office under the bleachers.

“Allright, You Loser Ladies, I want you to get changed and hit the field Pronto !!  Let’s Look Sharp and get.....” Burton stopped abruptly as he noticed something that wasn’t quite right.  “Alright...Where’s West and Jackson ?”

The Jocks looked at one another.  “Uhh...We don’t know Coach”, Dan Wilson said.

“Whadda mean, You Don’t Know ?”, Burton snapped. “Didn’t they wake up ?”

Laurent stepped forward.  “They just were not there, Coach. Nous n'avons pas d'endroit où ils peuvent être Idée."

“WHAT ?” Coach Burton barked.  “Speak American, Boy !  This is America !”

Laurent blushed.  “Désolé....Er....Sorry.  I mean to say, we did not see them this morning, at all.”

Coach Burton was getting really pissed.  Damon was the one who had been doing the bulk of the work with Bob Southby on running the plays, which was the whole point on having this Sunday practice.  “WELL, FIND THEM !”, he yelled, pointing his finger at Laurent. “If they’re not already in that locker room getting ready, YOU go find them, PRONTO !”

The Jocks shuffled off towards the steps that led down to the lockers, except for Bob, who just stood there.  “Uh....Come on Bob, this way”, said Lance, who had become sort of the team’s mascot since his return, even though he wasn’t yet able to practice or play.  For some reason, Bob swiveled his head in Lance’s direction, then his granite-sized head gave an almost imperceptible nod, and he began to follow the others.  About the same time, Kirby emerged from his place under the North bleachers and joined the others heading for the locker room.

“Французский жопа сосать”, Juri said to Laurent in Russian.

“Россия собака”, Laurent said back, eliciting a surprised look from Juri. 

“You Know....Russian ?!?”, Juri said with wide eyes.

“Oui”, said Laurent with a sarcastic smile. “And Polish, and Dutch, and German, and Italian, and Spanish....You might watch who you call de ‘suck ass’, chien russe.”

Juri’s face went slack with confusion, and he ducked ahead with the others.  Laurent grinned.  He had just called Juri a Russian Dog in two different languages, and the boy had turned tail.  Laurent may not be near as strong as the big dumb Russian, but he was certainly a whole lot smarter.

As the Jocks entered the locker room, Dan, who was in the lead, spotted a figure curled up against the far locker by the shower.  “Hey, Look !  Here’s Bo !”

The Jocks crowded around.  Bo was sitting silently, squished against the locker with a haunted look on his face.  Lance limped over to him, relieved to see his brother.  Bo turned his wide eyes to him.  Lance knelt, as best he could, beside him.  “Hey, are glad to see you, bro....Where were you last night ?”

Bo’s mouth opened, but all that came out was a thin high-pitched wail, almost like a banshee.  The other Jocks took a step back. 

“What’s wrong, Bo-Bo ?”, Lance said, reverting to his childhood name for his brother, “What is it ?”

Bo stopped wailing and took a breath, then exploded. “IT TOOK HIM !  BIG FLASH, AND HE WAS GONE !  JUST GONE !  THAT THING TOOK DAMON !!!”

The Jocks were taken aback. “What the Hell are'ya babbling about ?”, asked Dan.

“DAMON....That...THING....Took Him....”, Bo stuttered.  Slowly at first, then faster, he stumbled through the story of how he and Damon had gone to fight the Bullies, and that he had been knocked out but had come to just in time to see Damon charging at a shadowy, ghostly figure only to be swallowed up in a bright flash of white light, and that he had barely escaped with his life.

“Where was this, Bo ?  Where ?”, Lance urged him on.

“Graveyard....”. Bo answered in a hollow voice, “In the....Graveyard....”

The Jocks greeted this news in silence, looking uneasily at one another.  Suddenly, Dan exclaimed, “That’s fucked up, man....He’s fuckin’ High.  Just lookit him, he’s Doped !!”

The other Jocks began to nod in agreement.  Bo DID look really fucked up.  But Laurent, watching from the back, spoke up.  “I’m not thinking...That he be making this up, this fantôme.  Look at how scared he be looking.”

Casey, Juri, and Luis began scoffing...Clearly Bo was messed up and spinning some kind of fantasy tale from the borders of drugland.  Lance spoke up to defend his brother. “Hey, guys, lay off, OK ?”

Silent until now, Kirby spoke up. “I don’t think he’s lying, man....He SEEN something !”

“Maybe....We should go check the Graveyard”, Laurent suggested.

“I ain’t goin’ near that place”, Dan said. “Sides, Coach says we got to practice plays. Why don’t YOU go ?”, he said, jabbing his finger at Laurent.  “Coach told YOU to find Damon.”

“Yes”, Laurent said, “So he did, and so I will.”  He turned and walked out of the locker room and headed up the stairs.

“Com’on, let’s get you up”, Lance said to Bo.  “Can you walk OK ?” Bo nodded, and let Lance pull him up.

“Shit, now what are we gonna do ?”, Dan grumbled.  “How’re we gonna run plays with Mr. Friendly over there ?”, he said, pointing to Bob, who had stood unmoving through all this.

“I think I can help”, Lance said, holding onto Bo’s arm.  Making sure Bo was standing on his own, he limped over in front of Bob.

“Say, Bob”, he said slowly, “How ‘bout it ?  Wanna run some of Damon’s plays ?”

Bob’s giant head swiveled downward and stared at Lance.  For only the second time since he’d been there, the Jocks heard words lumber from his rusty throat, sounding like the low rumble of a coffin lid opening.  “BOB DO.”

The Jocks shook their heads in amazement at this.  It seemed that Lance had a way of getting through to the big dummy.  That went to their lockers and began changing out for the practice.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Laurent headed off to the Boy’s Dorm.  Bo had said that he and Damon had gone off to fight the Bullies at the Graveyard, so the French boy figured that the Dorm should be the first place to check.  He would see if the any of the Bullies had an explanation for what Bo was talking about.

Laurent arrived at the Dorm and went in, as the outside yard was deserted.  Inside, nobody was in the halls, either....But there were sounds coming from the common room.  Laurent headed there.  At the doorway, he stopped and took in the scene.  Along the North wall, where there used to be just one old stand-up video game, there were now five of the stand-up games in a row.  Laurent thought these must be the consoles from the Carnival provided by Mr. Spencer that Tony had told him about.  Each of the games had a player....Gordon, Ivan, Lance, Trevor, and Ray....None of them were Bullies.  Over on the couch, Nick Penty sat, trying to listen to the TV through all the noise coming from the Video Game Consoles without much luck.  Laurent went over to him.

“Hi There, Nick !”, Laurent offered, somewhat loudly.  “I’m looking for the Bully Boys...You know where they are at ?”

Nick had given up on trying to hear the TV and turned towards Laurent.  “Hello, Laurent !  All better, I see.”

“Yes, except for a few headaches”, Laurent said ruefully, “I feel as if I were kicked in my head by the spawn of Satan.”

“We’re gonna get that fuckin’ freak, sooner or later”, Nick said, flexing his muscles, “and when we do, I’m gonna rip off his head and piss down his throat.”

Laurent glanced oddly at Nick, for that was something that Damon might say.  He let it pass, and said, “Yes...Quite so....Still, have you seen any of the Bullies ?  Russell ?  Trent ?”

“Now that you mention it....Ain’t seen ‘em this morning”, Nick replied.  “Strange...I know they’re here....Prefects hauled them in last night.  Well, at least four of them.  Funny thing, though...Everything was real quiet....They weren’t talking trash like usual.  Never came back outta their rooms, either.”

“Hmmm”, Laurent mused.  “That don’t sound like them.”

“Nope, sure don’t”, Nick said.  “They’re usually hogging the card table or these new games we got.  That’s why those kids are playing them now....First chance they got.”

Nick was right.  The Bullies usually hogged the common room when they weren’t outside.  They rarely ever just stayed in their rooms.  Another thought occurred to Laurent, and he asked, “Say, Mon Ami, do you know where the Graveyard is located at ?”

Nick thought for a second.  “Naw....There’s a Graveyard around here ?  News to me.”

“I know where the Graveyard is”, a voice behind him said.  Laurent turned.  Ray had finished his game and had wandered over.

“That is good”, Laurent said.  “Maybe, you could show me ?”

Ray’s eyes went large.  “I’d rather just tell you.  Strange things happen over there.”

“Oh, Come on”, Nick scoffed, “It’s just a place with a buncha dead people.  Whadda think, they’re gonna pop outta the ground and steal your soul or something ?”  He snickered.  “Only Pussies are afraid of a few tombstones.”

“It’s not so much that”, Ray sniffed, his dignity a bit battered, “It’s that Church.  Weird noises come out of that place all the time....Like chants and stuff.”

Laurent was growing a bit impatient with this.  “Maybe Tony could help.  Where is he at ?”

Nick laughed at that.  “Tony’s dead to the world.  He came in around dawn.  Been out all night with Karen, you know.  He won’t be waking up for quite awhile.”

Laurent blinked.  Yesterday, Karen had been really pissed.  Tony must have turned on the charm, big time.  Being from France, he still didn’t understand American girls.  “Merde", he said, and turned to Ray.  “Show me the Bully’s rooms.”

Ray led him out to the hallway to one of the doors.  Laurent knocked on it, loudly, but got no response.  The same thing happened with the other doors Ray showed him.  Laurent banged on them all, but was met with an eerie silence from the other sides.  And all the doors were locked.

“Which one is Trent’s ?”, Laurent asked.  Ray indicated the room next to the common room, and Laurent pounded on the door.  “Trent !! Wake up !!  I am Needing to speak with you !!”

“Go Away !!!”, a hollow-sounding voice said from behind the door. 

“Trent...This is important !  Open Up !”, Laurent shouted.

“GO AWAY, GO AWAY !!”, the voice shrieked. “LEAVE ME ALONE MAN !!”

“Trent !  It’s About Damon !”, Laurent tried again.  “What Happened To Damon ?”

The door was suddenly unlocked and flung open.  Trent stood there, his face white and eyes bugging out.  “IT TOOK HIM !!  THAT’S WHAT !!  TOOK HIM WITH A WHITE FLASH OF LIGHT !!!”

“You must show us, Trent”, Laurent began, “Take us to where this happened....”

“I CAN’T !!  I CAN’T !!”, Trent hollered.  “I SEEN THINGS, MAN !!  THINGS !!!”

And with that, Trent slammed the door and locked it again.  A low moaning could be heard from the other side.  “Wow, that dude’s whacked”, said Nick, who had walked out to the hall upon hearing all the yelling.  “Looks like another brick just fell off his load.”

Laurent turned to Ray.  “It’s up to you.  Now, you must take us there.”

Ray froze.  “I...I...Don’t think....That’s such a good idea”, he squeaked.

“Listen, Ray”, Laurent said, “We are friends...Ami....You want to help your friends, no ?”

Ray gulped.  “Umm....I...I guess so....”

“Tony would want you to help, I am sure”, Laurent continued.  “He is also my friend.”

Ray wavered.  “Well....Alright....I can show you....”

“Good”, Laurent said, and turned to Nick.  “Are you in ?”

“Hey, sure thing.  I love those places”, Nick replied.  Clapping Ray on the shoulder, “Com’on, Ray....Graveyard in the daylight.  What could happen ?”

Ray wasn’t sure, but he thought it couldn’t be anything good.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Ray led Laurent and Nick out of the school and across the bridge onto Bullworth Vale.  The streets were strangely empty, with few Townspeople about.  Cutting through the town, streets and alleyways, Nick made an offhand remark about how quiet it seemed.  Turning to go up Hill Street, a sign on the Burger Joint proclaimed it’s grand re-opening tomorrow.  Normally, Ray would have been jumping with delight at the thought of the first fast food that the Vale Valley had seen for quite awhile, but he was far to nervous to think about feeding his belly this morning.  If only he’d have kept his mouth shut, he could still be playing one of the stand-up video games.

Passing the Newsstand, Nick noticed a posting...”WANTED - PAPER CARRIERS”....taped up on an empty spot on the shuttered storefront.  As there was no papers on Sundays in Bullworth, Nick commented that maybe he would come back and check it out.  While Nick and Laurent chatted on about Damon’s strange disappearance, Ray kept silent, bracing for his return to the Graveyard....A place he had only been to once before, at twilight a year ago on a dare involving finding a Halloween pumpkin.

Reaching the street that circled around the Happy Endings Retirement Home, Ray indicated a wide, unpaved roadway off to the right.  The trio began a walk that extended a few hundred yards into a wooded area.  None of them really found it strange that a Church and Graveyard would be located in the woods, but the fact was that this was the only Church and Graveyard in all of the Vale Valley.  It wasn’t that the Townspeople weren’t religous, per se....But this Church held it’s ‘services’ for a particular group of people.  Just who attended the church was unknown among most, and was never talked about, like many other things in the Valley.

A Gothic-like building loomed ahead and to the right.  Laurent saw that it resembled European Churches, with a square bell-tower that rose about three stories from the ground.  Nick noticed something else.  “There’s no steeple or cross on that”, he observed.  As they ventured closer, they could see he was right.  The only thing on the tower were four small stone pires, rising from each corner.

They reached the Iron gates fronting the Church, set into what looked to be an eight-foot stone wall, topped with an Iron-spiked fence.  There were no signs or writings to indicate the name of the Church.  The building itself looked to be old....Very old.  Nick guessed at least 300 years old, if not more.  Another strange thing occurred to him now....It was Sunday morning, but he saw no cars parked here, no people at all....And these gates were locked.  Did this Church, if that’s what it was, even have services ?

“I could Parkour over this”, Laurent said, more to himself than the others.

“Please, Don’t !”, moaned Ray, who was looking greener by the minute.  “You don’t know what’s in there !”

“So tell us what’s in there”, Nick said, “You’re the expert here.  We never been here before.”

Instead of answering, Ray just motioned the others to follow him a bit farther along the stone wall, where an Iron fence prevailed, to another set of Iron gates, which were rusted in place at the hinges but open with enough room to allow a person to enter through.  Behind them, a straight stone walkway ran through what appeared to be a short older section of the Cemetery.  Like the Church, it also bore no name.  The entire Cemetery was bordered by a stone wall, as they could see from where they stood.  There was silence broken only by the occasional cawing of Crows. 

“Let’s start to looking”, Laurent said.  Up ahead, they passed a low stone wall, also topped with Iron fencing.  Off to the right led a stone path to another wall and still another set of gates that appeared to give Church-goers access to the Graveyard.  These gates too were locked. Returning to the main walkway, the could see that it led to a square stone Obelisk about 15 feet high, topped with a tapering square cap in the style of the Washington Monument.  The Obelisk itself sat in the center of a small stone plaza, about 30 feet in diameter.  Bricks laid in a circular pattern radiated out from the center of the Obelisk.  At each of the four corners sat Column Cornices, each one containing four columns.

Laurent examined the Obelisk carefully.  There were faint engravings on each of the four sides, but they had become so weathered as to render them unreadable.  Whatever reason for the Obelisk being here seemed shrouded in the mists of time. 

While Nick was examining the Cornices, Ray stayed well outside the circle of the Obelisk, keeping watch.  His eyes darted to and fro, expecting....Well, anything.  Ray wished the other two would speed it up.  He didn’t want to be in this Graveyard a second longer than he had to.

Another stone path led off at a right angle from the Obelisk, eventually stopping at the doorway of a large mausoleum that was about two stories high.  The boys headed that way, noting that there weren’t any windows or other openings save for the large heavy oak door, which they could not open.  Laurent stepped back a few feet to survey their position.  Where they were now standing was almost directly behind the Church.  From what he understood, the attack...Or disappearance, rather....Must have happened about here.  He looked down, and noticed something.

“Say, what is this ?”, he murmured.  He knelt down.  Faint traces of whitish powder was scattered on the stone walkway.  Laurent extended his hand down and felt it, and was surprised to discover that it had a slick, greasy feel to it, almost like satin....As if it had been exposed to a great heat and then had cooled to it’s present state.

“Found Something !”, Nick called out from among the gravestones along the East wall, where he had been looking.  Laurent hurried over to see.  Nick was holding a cap.  Inside the band were the initials ‘BJ’.

“That’s Bo’s cap !”, Laurent exclaimed. 

“Seems they were here”, Nick said.

Suddenly, from where he was standing by the West wall behind the Church, Ray let out a loud moan.  “The Voices !  The Voices !” 

“What’s he going on about ?”, asked Nick.  “I don’t hear anything.”

“Let us go find out”, Laurent said, and the two boys jogged over to where Ray was.

“What’s wrong, Raymond ?  Got Ghosts talkin’ to you ?”, Nick grinned.

“No, Listen, just Listen !!”, Ray pleaded.

Laurent motioned for silence.  Dimly, almost too low to hear, swelled the sound of voices chanting something.  The boys strained their ears to hear.  At first, the sounds were unclear, then the volume steadily increased, like turning up a radio.

abbidomi, abbidomi, abbidomi, abbidomi, abbidomi, abbidomi, abbidomi, abbidomi, abbidomi...

“What the Hell...?”, Nick said, puzzled.

“They are having a service”, Laurent said.

“Service ?”, Nick questioned.  “How’s that ?  There wasn’t anybody there.  We checked, remember ?”

“They must have come while we were back here in the Graveyard”, Laurent said.

“Like Bloody Hell they did”, Nick exclaimed, “We woulda heard something !”

“That is the only reasonable explanation”, Laurent maintained. “Since they are surely not Ghosts.”

Near where they were standing, a section of the Iron fencing was missing from the stone wall. Pointing, Nick said, “I say we should go check this out.  Let’s go over this wall and see if we can’t get in the Church.  Somebody’s bound to know something.  People just don’t disappear for no reason.  There’s something goin’ on.”

“NOOOO !”, Ray cried.  “Don’t Go In There !!!”

“Relax, Ray, it’s just a Church !”, Nick said, exasperated.  “No Goonie Monsters, just worshipers in there !”

“Worshipers of what ?”, Ray returned shakily, “Satan ??”

abbidomi, abbidomi, abbidomi, abbidomi, abbidomi, abbidomi, abbidomi, abbidomi, abbidomi...

Laurent laid a comforting hand on Ray’s shoulder.  “Hold fast here, I and Nick will go check this, no ?  You will be safe from harm here.”

“I’m not so sure about that”, Ray said miserably, still wishing he was back at the Dorm, or anywhere but here.

abbidomi, abbidomi, abbidomi, abbidomi, abbidomi, abbidomi, abbidomi, abbidomi, abbidomi...

Laurent and Nick dropped over the wall, splitting up to circle around both sides of the Church.  Laurent noticed the long stained-glass windows set into the side, portraying what looked like a tall, alien-like figure with a sort of blue cross in the center.  All the images on the windows were the same.  There were no doors.

Nick met him around the front of the Church. “Anything ?”

Laurent shook his head. “Nothing at all.”

abbidomi, abbidomi, abbidomi, abbidomi, abbidomi, abbidomi, abbidomi, abbidomi, abbidomi...

“This must be the only doors, then”, Nick said. “Com’on, let’s try 'em.”

The boys both pushed, and then pulled on the heavy oaken doors with all their might, but they refused to budge.  After several minutes of this, they stood back, panting.  The chant, louder now, continued to issue from inside, becoming a crescendo.

abbidomi, abbidomi, abbidomi, abbidomi, abbidomi, abbidomi, abbidomi, abbidomi, abbidomi !!!

The chanting suddenly stopped.  Both boys looked at each other, wondering what was next.  They soon found out, as a fire and brimstone voice began preaching.  But this was no Church-like revivalist voice.  This was a low, guttural voice straight from the depths of Hell.

“The hour is now come !
The very minute bids thee open thine ear.
Obey and be attentive.
Canst thou remember how is it that this lives in thy mind ?
What seest thou else in the dark backward and abysm of time ?
If thou remember'st aught ere thou camest here,
What foul play had we, that we came from thence ?
Wherefore did they not in that hour destroy us ?”

Both boys were chilled to their bones as they listened to the fiery oration.  The words grated on them like rusty knives to the depths of their beings, Images of the most sick and perverted flashed through their minds.  Out back behind the Church, Ray, no longer in control of his fear, broke and ran from the Graveyard, his mind bubbling over with insanity from the unspeakable images the demon voice radiated like a cut artery showering blood.

At the hight of the speaker’s fury, the chanting started up again, only different this time.....

goagheadlo, goagheadlo, goaghedlo, goagheadlo, goagheadlo, goaghedlo, goagheadlo, goagheadlo.....

A chill wind suddenly blew up, and the darkest of clouds invaded the sun.  All at once, Laurent and Nick lost any interest of seeing who might be in the Church.  With mutual consent and without saying a word, they broke and ran to the back of the Church, bounding over the wall in one leap.  As they approached the Obelisk, they saw strange rays emanating from the capstone downward, imprinting a Pentagram in the circle all around it, the image bleeding red on the stones like the vilest blood from an infected wound.

goagheadlo, goagheadlo, goaghedlo, goagheadlo, goagheadlo, goaghedlo, goagheadlo, goagheadlo.....

Veering away from the Obelisk, the boys ran out of the Graveyard, and headed away from the Church.  They ran for the Dam, and that’s where they found Ray, propped up on the grating, the water rushing out beneath him. 

“You’re Alive !”, he gasped. “Do you believe me now ?”

“Oui”. Laurent said, recovering his breath. “Merde, that place is Evil !”

“I wonder who was in there ?”, Nick asked, shaking his head to clear it.

“I am not going back to find out”, Laurent said, testily, “Are You ?”

Nick shook his head.  He had no fear of any opponent that he could beat in a fair match.  But this was....Well, he didn’t know WHAT it was.  “Not Me.”

“I am thinking”, Laurent began, “That we should only tell of this to Tony, and to no one else.  Agreed ?”

“I don’t know if anyone would even believe us”, Nick said, “Except maybe the Bullies.”

“And Bo”, Laurent joked with a shaky laugh.  That seemed to break the tension, and the three boys hauled up and headed towards Bullworth Town.

“So, what are you gonna tell Burton ?”, Nick asked Laurent.

“Only the truth”, Laurent replied, “That I could not find Damon.  That is all.”

“He’ll probably turn up soon enough”, Nick speculated.

“Maybe so”, admitted Laurent.  “This could all be some kind of a trick.”

“Next time you guys want me to show you someplace, make it somewhere fun”, Ray groused.

Nick threw an arm around Ray’s shoulder.  “No more Graveyards, that’s a promise.”

“You guys owe me a Burger for this”, Ray continued, “With all the fixings.”

Both Laurent and Nick laughed at that.  “First thing tomorrow, after the classes, we will take you to the grand re-opening, yes ?”

“That’ll do”, said Ray, “That’ll do just fine.”
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[BloodChuckZ]

Almost as soon as Tony woke up, Laurent and Nick were there, telling him of all that transpired at the Graveyard and Church.  After hearing the tale they related, Tony decided to seek out the advice of Jimmy Hopkins, for that and other reasons as well....He wanted to know what Jimmy knew about Mr. Luntz.

Making his way into Jimmy’s secret cave an hour later, Tony found him alone.

“Hey, Jim”, Tony greeted him, “Zoe not here ?”

“No, she’s out scouting out Blue Skies”, Jimmy replied.  “Since the Townies are no longer a threat to her, she feels safe in checking out the area now.  But here’s the thing.....”  Jimmy paused as Tony took a seat.  “Now that the Townies are all locked up, seems that Sid and the Punks have sorta taken over their territory.”

Tony was stunned.  He had heard about the Punks, of course, but only in passing from comments made by the older students.  He had never much perused the matter, because since almost day one at Bullworth, he had been beset with one crises after another.  Forgetting for the moment just why he had come to see Jimmy, he asked, “What can you tell me about them ?”

Jimmy stared off, thinking. “Well....There’s Sid...He’s the leader.  He’s older than the others, about 30, maybe older.  Then there’s the brothers, Denny and Kenny...The others, Frankie, and Sean.  That motherfucker Darrell used to be with them too.”

Tony gasped.  “The one that...Raped Zoe ?”

“Yeah”, Jimmy said.  “From what I hear now, he was cut loose after that.  Nobody seems to know what happened to him.”

“That’s just as well, I guess”, Tony said, being glad he didn’t have that problem to deal with.

“Shit, I’d have rather seen the bastard burn in Hell for what he done to Zoe”, Jimmy said, scowling.  “But Zoe made a girl outta him with those M-80s, so that’s just as good.”

“I’ve never seen them”, Tony continued, “But I heard about Lance being beaten up last summer.”

“That was right before they left, I think”, Jimmy said. “Around the time that Darrell killed Gary and Edgar.”

“What do they want here ?”, Tony asked.  “Why are they back ?”

“Oh, they usually come back every Spring, and stay till Fall”, Jimmy related, “They go somewhere else in the Winter, somewhere warm, I guess, since they don’t exactly rent rooms in the Motel.  As to what they want....That’s what Zoe is over there trying to find out.  My guess is that they want to rob that stuff in the Warehouse.”

“You don’t mean.....”, Tony began.

“The explosives, yeah”, Jimmy said.  “The C-4.”

“But how ?”, Tony asked. “You said the stuff was in heavy crates !”

Jimmy shrugged.  “My guess would be....Hijack the train after it’s loaded, stop it somewhere remote, off-load the stuff onto a semi, and disappear.  Really not our problem, if that’s the case.”

“Nothing we could do about it”, Tony admitted.  “We have our own troubles.”

Jimmy looked up. “How is your progress on the maps, anyway ?” 

Tony sighed. “That’s one of the things I need to tell you.  The Nerd’s maps didn’t have any grid markers on them.  Fatty suggested I ask Mr. Luntz if he knew where I could get those kinda maps...He called them USNG Maps.”

“Hmmm”, Jimmy speculated, “Pete had to get that grid number from somewhere.  You think maybe he got it from Luntz ?”

“Well”, Tony mulled, “I do remember Mr. Luntz saying that Pete was a decent kid.  But why would he help anyone around here ?  He hates everybody.”

“He helped you with that key once, didn’t he ?”, Jimmy observed.

“Yeah”, Tony admitted, “But I don’t know why. What can you tell me about him ?”

“Not much I know”, Jimmy said. “Ain’t nobody knows much about him. I usta see him over at Bullworth Town every once in a while.  He has a place somewhere, cause he’s got a car.  A lotta times, he bunks in the school basement though.  He’s chased me down there.”

Tony nodded, thinking of how he had bushwhacked Mr. Luntz in the basement while he was looking for potatoes to use in the Spud Gun.  He regretted doing that, now....But at least Mr. Luntz never knew who attacked him there, otherwise he would never have helped Tony out in order to salvage Pete’s reputation.

“But”, Jimmy continued, “That dude knows things.  He must hear everything that goes on around here.”

Tony considered that.  It seemed entirely possible, now that he really thought about it.  Mr. Luntz was a man that most people would pay absolutely no attention to.  He said, “Karen thinks it would be a good idea if we....Her and I....Went to him and asked him about the maps.”

Jimmy raised an eyebrow.  “And she thinks that....Why ?”

“Karen said he might be more willing to help if a girl asked”, Tony replied.

“Hmmm”, Jimmy chuckled.  “Smart girl.  She told me once that she would ‘Totally would hang out’ with me.”

“Yeah ?”, Tony asked, “So why didn’t you ?”

“Ahhh”, Jimmy said, “I was into Zoe by then.  Besides, all those girls wanted to make out with me there, even Mandy.”

“The Ice Princess ?”, Tony said, somewhat shocked.  “How’d that happen ?”

“Ted broke up with her cause of them pictures”, Jimmy said, neglecting to say that he was the one who took them. “Ernest plastered them up about the school and Bullworth Town, and I spray painted them over.  The damage to her Rep was already done, but she wanted to thank me anyway.  So, I let her, once.”

Tony shook his head.  “Anyway, she’s back with Ted now.  She hardly leaves his side at the clinic.”

“How’s he doing, anyway ?”, Jimmy asked. “And Constantinos ?”

“They should be out in another week”, Tony said.  “The pellets didn’t go in that deep. Constantinos is all bummed out.”

“Naturally”, Jimmy said, “That’s his nature.  So, what are you gonna do about Luntz ?”

“We’re gonna talk to him tomorrow, after class”, Tony said.  “I’ll let you know how it goes.”

“We need that file back”, Jimmy said. “It might be my ticket outta here.”

“Jimmy, do you know what all’s in that file ?”, Tony asked.

“Not all”, Jimmy admitted, “I didn’t have enough time to go through it all before I gave it to Pete.  But what I did see was Dynamite.  It the right hands, it could bring Harrington and the whole rotten business down.”

Tony rose to go. “Oh, one other thing....Damon seems to have disappeared. Literally.”  Quickly, he told of the events of last night and today as Laurent and Nick had related them to him.  “What do you think ?”

“That place was always weird”, Jimmy said, “I beat up a kid over there once, and this cold wind started blowing through the Graveyard all of a sudden.  I got the hell out of there, quick.  I think there’s some kind of.....Spirit.....there that don’t take to people fighting on it’s turf.”

“What about the Church ?”, Tony persisted. “Ever hear strange stuff coming from there ?  Voices ?”

“When I had the paper route, I’d hear strange stuff coming outta there a lot.  Chants, speeches...", Jimmy reflected, “It’s an eerie place, all right.”

“Could it be some kind of Cult ?”, Tony asked.

“The weird fucks that live in this valley ?”, Jimmy smirked, “It could be anything.  I’m sure Damon will show up, somewhere....But until then, there’s nothing that can be done, really....Unless you and your boys wanna try to get into that Church....Or Mausoleum.”

Tony grinned. “Not Me.  I got enough problems already.”

“Spoken like a true sage”, laughed Jimmy.  “Good luck, Tony.”

“Thanks”, Tony said, heading for the exit from the cave.

“Oh, Say”, Jimmy said, and Tony held up, “Be careful around the Punks. Those dudes carry real weapons....Guns.  And they’re not afraid to use them.”
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Posted by MikeW June 23, 2011

The students shuffled through the halls as the bell rang for classes to end in the afternoon.  Mr. Luntz was rocking back on his heels as he waited for a customer to approach the school store.  This part of his job wasn't much fun.  Students rarely visited the store as they often wore the same type of clothes day after day.  Davis was standing with Wade outside the windows of the School Store, smug looks on their faces. 

Ray Hughes passed by and as he did, nodded his head at the Bullies and greeted them with "Good day gentlemen."  Ray knew what the Bullies were up to and didn't want to disrespect them in fear of retaliation.

Wade suddenly reached out and grabbed a hold of Ray. "Hey there buddy, you wanna buy somethin' ?"

Ray shuddered and responded "Umm...uh...no, no, that's okay...I'm all set !"  Ray didn't want to be any part of the sales the Bullies were trying to make.  Davis laughed as Ray got loose from Wade and waddled away as fast as he could.  He had a date with a burger to keep. 

Luis Luna, standing nearby, wanted something, unlike Ray. "Hey, I'll, uh, take your best powdered doughnuts", he whispered.  Davis looked both ways and handed a bag to Luis in exchange for a wad of bills. 

Mr. Luntz saw the whole thing go down and said sternly "Hey There !  That is Not Allowed !"

Wade whipped around and stared at the janitor through the glass. "Oh yeah, you gonna do something 'bout it, tough guy ?"

"I'll tell Crabblesnitch about this !", threatened Mr. Luntz.

Davis suddenly spoke up. "How 'bout we tell Crabblesnitch all about you breakin' in to his office last year ?"

Mr. Luntz's eyes quickly sunk into his head.  How the hell did they know about that ?  "You know nothing of what you speak of !!!", shouted the Janitor.  The Bullies just laughed and walked away, leaving a sweating Luntz behind them.

When the Bullies returned to their other friends, Wade told Trent all about what went down by the School Store.  Trent was horrified. "You sold crack in front of the JANITOR !?", he said in disbelief. "Great, now what ?"

Davis then told Trent all about the blackmail he had on Mr. Luntz.  The year before, Mr. Luntz had been seen by Melody breaking into Dr. Crabblesnitch's Office after school hours.  She had gone into the school after hours to retrieve some Chem Lab notes in Dr. Watts' room, but had first gone to the Main Office to get permission.  Instead she had snuck out of the office, alarmed by what she had seen, and in leaving school by the Patio Door had run smack into Davis, who began to bully her.  Blurting out that the Janitor was breaking into the Head's Office as a means of distraction, she skittered away.  Davis had then snuck into the school himself, going to the Main Office and hiding behind the counter.  Just in the nick of time, as it turned out, as he saw Mr. Luntz emerge from Dr. Crabblesnitch's office, carrying a stack of files.

"This is exactly what we need", said Trent. "Leave it to me, I'll make sure that dickweed keeps his mouth shut."

Trent found a brick laying on the ground by the Autoshop.  He picked it up along with a nearby piece of paper and began to scribble a message on it before taping it to the brick.  Trent made his way into the school on the first floor by the bathroom.  Brick in hand, he opened a locker by the school store.  Hiding behind the locker door, Trent took careful aim and threw the brick at the school store's window.  As the brick crashed through the glass, Trent climbed in the locker and shut the door.  The brick sent glass shards everywhere, and collided with the Janitor’s head.

"Ack ! That was underhanded !", Mr. Luntz moaned, as he stooped down to pick up the brick.  Mr. Luntz noticed the paper and began to read what Trent had scribbled on it.

WE KNOW WHAT YOUR SECRET IS....COME TO THE OBSERVATORY AT 7:00....OR ELSE !!

Mr.Luntz shuddered.  He knew that whoever wrote this note would squeal on him, just to keep him from ratting the Bullies out for obviously selling drugs right in the school....And he couldn't afford that, not now, not when he was so close to getting out of this hellhole for good.

The hell of it was, is that the files he took that evening didn't contain The File that he was looking for.  Much, much later, he had found out that Jimmy Hopkins had already stolen that one.
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Tony and Karen waited until almost 6 PM before re-entering the school.  There had been just too many kids hanging around the halls to approach Mr.Luntz with their request after classes.  When they entered the great Hall, they saw with relief that it was empty, and headed the short distance to the School Store.

As they approached the windows, they saw that one was broken.  Mr. Luntz was inside, sweeping up glass and cussing.

“Maybe this isn’t a good time”, Tony whispered.

“Go on”, Karen hissed back, “No time is ever a good time for Mr. Luntz.”

Tony went closer to the broken window.  “Uh....Mr. Luntz ?”

“Beat It, Kid. I’m Busy !”, Mr. Luntz said, without looking up.

Karen elbowed Tony.  “Er...This is kinda Important.....”

Mr. Luntz rose, a dustpan full of broken glass in one hand. “I said Scram, I ain’t got no time for you kids right now.”

Karen pushed forward.  “Please, Mr. Luntz”, she said sweetly, batting her eyes, “We just want to ask you how to find something.  You can help us, can’t you ?  Pretty Please ?”

Mr. Luntz stood stock still, eyes locked on Karen’s youthful figure.  Finally, he said gruffly, “Whadda Want ?”

“We’re trying to find a USNG Map of the area.....”, Tony began.

The effect on Mr. Luntz was immediate.  Slamming the dustpan down on the counter, he barked. “Get In Here, Now !!!”

Stunned, Tony and Karen went around to the access door to the right while Mr. Luntz pulled down the overhead metal rollers for each window and locked them down.  Flinging open the access door, he motioned them inside while looking both ways in the hallway to make sure nobody was around.  Once they were inside, he slammed and locked the access door and pointed them to a couple of stock boxes sitting on the floor.  “Sit !”, he commanded.

Tony and Karen sat.  Mr. Luntz leaned his butt on the counter.  “Alright, whadda need with them maps ?”, he said, eyes narrowing.  “Whadda know ?  Spill !!”

“Ummm....”, Tony stalled.  He glanced at Karen.

“Go ahead !”, she whispered. “Tell him !”

Tony looked back at Mr. Luntz.  “Uh...We need to locate a coordinate....To find something....Something that Pete hid.”

A small trace of a smile played around Mr. Luntz’s lips. “I knew it !”, he said, more to himself than the two youngsters sitting before him.

“It’s kind of....Important, Sir”, Tony said, falteringly.

“It’s one of them files, ain’t it ?”, Mr. Luntz said, starting to pace about the small narrow room. “Fact is, it’s THE File, ain’t that right ?”

“What...Er....File would that be...Sir ?”, Tony asked Hesitatingly.

Mr. Luntz halted in front of Tony.  “No more games, kid.”  He bent level and his gaze bored ito Tony’s eyes.  “The File....The same file the Hopkins kid had, the reason he was arrested on them trumped-up charges, why they was holding him all that time, banging on him, trying to get him to crack, tell them what he done with it....”

Mr. Luntz straightened up and resumed his pacing.  “But he didn’t crack, he never told them, never let on.....He gave it to Kowalski, that’s what happened, and that boy stashed it somewhere...”

“How....How could you know that stuff ?”, Tony asked nervously.

“I know lots of things, Kid”, Mr. Luntz replied. “I been around here a long time.”

Abruptly, he turned and went to a small door set in the East side of the small room. Unlocking it, he disappeared into what Tony thought was a storage room.  In less than a minute, he re-appeared, holding something.  He walked over and thrust it into Tony’s hands.

Tony examined the object.  It was in the form of a manual, like thousands of government and military books.  The cover was tan-colored, with only these words imprinted on it....
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UNITED STATES NATIONAL GRID MAPS

U.S. DEPARTMENT OF THE INTERIOR

DISTRICT  13

STATE OF RHODE ISLAND


U.S. Government Printing Office 2000

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“Your little buddy Pete came and asked me for this same thing last summer”, Mr. Luntz said. “It all fits now.  He had that file, and he used this to stash it.”

“What...Makes you think it was a file he hid ?”, Tony said, unconvincingly.

“Don’t be dense, kid”, Mr. Luntz said.  “Them Keystone Cops were in here tearing up everything right before school started, looking for it.  Boy, was they pissed when they couldn’t find it.”  He bent low once again, his breath with a trace of whiskey blowing on Tony’s upturned face.  “You got any idea of what’s in that file, boy ?”

Tony gulped. “I...Was told it was dangerous information......”

“Dangerous enough to bring this whole stinking pile of corruption down around their heads”, Mr. Luntz said smugly, and uttered a short laugh.  “Break the backs of all them rich Motherfuckers from Harrington down to Crabblesnitch.”

Tony and Karen watched as Mr. Luntz began pacing again, not knowing what to say.  When he turned to address them again, he said, “You take that book, but I want it back when you’re done with it, understand ?  Get those co-ordinates and find what Kowalski hid, then hang onto it until the time is right.”

“But...When will that be ?”, Karen asked, her large eyes begging the question.

“A few more weeks”, Mr. Luntz said.  “Just a few more weeks....That information has to be gotten to the right hands.  All the Tin Soldiers will fall then, every last stinking one.”

A silence spun out as Tony and Karen realized there was something more, something very wrong and dangerous about Mr. Luntz....Something that they could not even name, only guess at.  All at once, Mr. Luntz strode to the access door, unlocked it and eased it open, searching the hallway.

“Go. Get Out.” he said, opening the door and turning to them. “There’s something I gotta take care of”, he said distastefully. “Beat It.”

Tony and Karen crowded the door, eager to leave.  Mr. Luntz called Tony to a halt.  “Calderone”, he said.  Tony turned in the doorway.

“Your buddy Kowalski was a good kid”, Mr. Luntz said.  “Don’t let him down. Watch your ass.”

Tony nodded, and he and Karen quickly left the School Store unseen.
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Tony and Karen retired to the Mediator’s Office after leaving the School Store.  Tony was eager to find just where on the map ‘Grid 67‘ was.  He opened the book to the first page for instructions.....

“The USNG is an alpha-numeric reference system that overlays the UTM coordinate system. A USNG spatial address is broken down into three parts --- “

Grid Zone Designation; for a world-wide unique address.

100,000-meter Square Identification; for regional areas.

Grid Coordinates; for local areas.

“Based on the military principle for reading maps (RIGHT and UP), locations on the map can be determined by grid coordinates. The number of digits represents the degree of precision to which a point has been located and measured on a map— the more digits the more precise the measurement.”

“What does that mean, Tony ?”, Karen asked quizzically.  “We only have two digits !”

Tony shrugged and continued reading......

“Grid coordinates are used to define a particular place within a local area (within a 1000 X 1000 meter area). Coordinates are written along the sides of a map designating specific grid lines. The two larger numbers identify a grid line and are known as principal digits.”

“Well, there’s the large numbers”, Tony mused, “That must be the ‘67‘.”  He indicated a chart.

2 digits - locates a point with a precision of 10,000-meters.
4 digits - locates a point with a precision of 1,000-meters.
6 digits - locates a point with a precision of 100-meters.
8 digits - locates a point with a precision of 10-meters.
10 digits- locates a point with a precision of 1-meter.

Tony groaned.  “We only have a two-digit number. Shit !”

“Let’s try the map”, Karen said, “And see what it looks like.”

Tony flipped through the book.  It contained about 40 pages of maps.  Finally, he found what he was looking for, a large overview map of the Vale Valley area.  A third of the map showed Narragansett Bay that led out to the Atlantic Ocean to the East.  Tony spotted what seemed to be the peninsula where Bullworth Academy was located.  Close off to the left side was a small Island that was certainly Pirate Island, from the images that Tony had seen on the Nerd’s maps.  There were 8 dark grid lines bisecting the page, four running both North to South and four running East to West, forming large squares.  There were also lighter colored lines, 10 to a square both up to down and side to side, forming smaller squares within the darker larger ones.  On the Left margin and also at the bottom of the page were two-digit numbers attached to each dark line. Tony flipped back to the front of the book and read.....   

“Determine grids without a coordinate scale by referring to the north-south grid lines numbered at the bottom margin of any map. Then read RIGHT to the north-south grid line that precedes the desired point (this first set of two digits is the RIGHT reading). Then by referring to the east-west grid lines numbered at either side of the map, move UP to the east-west grid line that precedes the desired point (these two digits are the UP reading).”

Tony went back to the map.  He could see the numbers 22, 23, 24, 25 attached to the darker lines at the bottom of the page, and the numbers 66, 67, 68, 69 attached to the darker lines at the side of the page.  Tracing line 67, he saw that it bisected Pirate Island West to East, neatly cutting it in half.  None of the North-South lines came anywhere near the Island, as it was lying between grid lines 23 and 24.

“Look Tony, this line goes right through the Island”, Karen said.

“But what’s that supposed to mean ?”, Tony asked. “Which side of the Island ?”

“What you read here”, Karen flipped back to the front of the book, “Was...Read Left to Right, then Up.”  Turning back to the map, she traced it out with her finger. “That means to the North of the dark line would be Grid 67.”

”That leaves the whole North side of the Island”, Tony said. “I don’t have any other digits to narrow it down.”

“Pete didn’t tell you any more ?”, Karen said, a puzzled look on her face.

“All he said was, Pirate Island, and Grid 67“, Tony said.  “Maybe he just couldn’t get out any more words.  He was pretty messed up.”

“Or....”, Karen said, her face screwed up in thought, “Maybe....There wasn’t anymore.  Tony, what if he buried the file somewhere ALONG that line ?”

Tony was thunderstruck.  Could that have been possible ?  As the though sunk in, it seemed more and more likely that’s what Pete would have done, since he had borrowed this same exact book from Mr. Luntz that lay in front of Tony.

“Karen, you’re a genius !”, exclaimed Tony, reaching over and embracing her in his arms.  “That’s got to be it !”, he beamed.  “Pretty, and Smart !”

“I have to be”, Karen said, snuggling closer, “I go to Bullworth Academy, after all.”  She reached up under Tony’s shirt and began playing her fingers on his chest.  “I’ll take my payment now, in kisses.”

Tony obliged her as they locked lips in a deep sensuous kiss.  Fire bloomed in their bellies as the flames of passion sparked hot and heavy.  They slid to the floor and in no time at all forgot for the moment about Files, Maps, and Grids.
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Posted by MikeW June 29, 2011

"God Damn punks", grumbled Mr. Luntz as he casually walked between the gym and the pool, on his way to meet ‘someone’ by the Observatory.  Mr. Luntz had no problem meeting ‘strangers’ here, he figured he was the most dangerous thing anyone would see on this campus.  The janitor made his way down the steps to the football field.  The Jocks were running about, practicing drills and working out.  It was evening, the sky had turned a golden orange as the sun began to set.  It was almost 7:00 and Mr. Luntz was not going to be late....Not that he cared if he was, but he just wanted to get this silly crap over with so he could go and have fun with some of his adult magazines, as it was ‘date night’ for Mr. Luntz.  He turned the corner and passed under and apple tree before the entrance to the observatory yard.  At that moment, a large apple came loose from it's branch and clocked him on the head.

"Ah ! Someone attacking kind Mr. Luntz ?", he said sarcastically.  He then looked down to discover it had only been an apple.  Realizing his own stupidity, he carried on, grumbling to himself yet again.  Once he was in front of the large outer yard, he found no one to be there. Peering through the Observatory gates, he saw nothing.  Likewise, the platform overhead containing the Spud Cannon was also deserted.

"Those little pesky snots !", he muttered to himself, as he turned and prepared to give up.  Just then, Mr. Luntz noticed someone at the path leading to the archway that in turn led to the boulder-strewn fields to the East of the Academy.  The person proceeded to bend over and moon Mr. Luntz before picking up his pants and running down the path.

"You Little Bastard !!!", the janitor shouted.  Mr. Luntz ran headlong through the arch in pursuit.

After running for a while, Mr. Luntz stopped in a remote clearing.  His heart skipped a beat as he noticed the mooner who happened to be Davis....Although this time he was not alone.  Davis was surrounded by Russell and the gang, who had apparently gotten over their Graveyard fiasco and decided they could still be macho on more familiar territory.

"So Dickhead, you think you're tough huh ?", said Davis. "We don't take kindly to pussies like you risking our operations !"

Mr. Luntz got a big grin on his face.  He was prepared for ambushes like these and always came prepared.  Mr. Luntz ran at Davis and puched him in the face, blood spattering everywhere.  The crazed janitor then pulled out a knife and prepared to stab the knocked-down boy.

"Get Him !! Attack !!!", shouted Ethan. The Bullies charged Mr. Luntz and began beating him.  The knife dropped to the ground in the scuffle.  Russell rained down blows on the out-numbered foe.  Before long, Russell's pea-sized brain registered the fact that he was carrying a weapon of his own.  The big lunk pulled out a lead pipe from his big blue jeans and began striking Mr. Luntz with it.  The other boys backed down as soon as they realized Russell could handle this on his own.  The boys cheered and jeered as they egged on the beating.

"Break His Leg !", shouted Trent.  Russell, who was still limping as a result of the Pellet in the knee, grinned a wide grin as he took the suggestion.  With one big swing, he buired the pipe into the knee of the janitor.  Mr. Luntz collapsed to the ground, suffering from extreme pain.

"Ahhh, my knee !", he moaned before passing out.  Davis ordered the others to drag their victim behind a tree so that he would not be found.

"Hey, look at this !", exclaimed Trent, as he picked up the knife that was dropped in the fight. He cradled it in his hands before pocketing it.  As Mr. Luntz was dragged behind the nearest tree, something large and shiny fell out of his pocket.

"Ooh! I found a shiny thing !", said Troy.  The boys crowded around to see and determined it was some sort of large gun.

"Gimme that !", demanded Trent, grabbing it away.  He thought it would go nicely with his knife.
"No! Trent Let Troy Have Gun To Hold !" commanded Russell "You Already Have Weapon !"  Trent reluctantly handed the large gun to Troy, and then stomped away.

"Holy Shit, man ! That's a Desert Eagle !", exclaimed Wade. "That's like, wicked wild, man !"

The Bullies walked away from the scene of the crime, excited to have a couple new toys to play with.  They made their way back to the football field along the trail, leaving the unconscious body of the janitor behind.  By the time he woke up in the morning, the Bullies would have had plenty of time to set up an alibi.
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