The Bullworth Never Ending Story

[Mike_W]

 As the racers grouped up on the narrow bridge, they heard the sound of more sirens in the background. "God damn pigs!", shouted Peanut, "They just don't know how to scram!". As the racers exited the bridge, they entered the old network of mining tunnels, soon to pass by Jimmy's secret hideout. Tony gained a little and now passed by a few bikers, pulling up into 4th place. Tony looked back, his worst thoughts confirmed. The flashing lights of Officer Monson's police motorcycle came flying across the wooden bridge. "Jesus Christ!", screamed Luis. The group now pumped their legs like they had never done before. It was no use though, the cop easily caught up to them. H pulled up alongside the racers, shaking his fist and shouting "You damn punks better quit it!" Tony just about pissed himself. He knew how close Jimmy was to this location and hoped he was holed up inside his cave for his own good.

The race continued and they emerged in an open area in the woods behind the school. The greasers began throwing firecrackers behind them, in hopes of them striking a few other students or even Officer Monson. They were quickly appraoching a large cliff that would most likely scare the piss out of any inexperienced biker. Large explosions erupted around the bikers as the firecrackers began to pop. Ricky, still in the lead, pulled out his own firecracker and stooped down, low in his seat. The Greaser had his own plan in mind as the group came up on the cliff. Ricky sprang up the moment he got to the edge and did an amazing backflip. While in mid air, he let go of his weapon, centrifical force causing it to whip backwards towards the large crowd. There was not enough reaction time in the world to prepare any of them for this. Tony gripped his handle bars tight as he and the rest of the gang sailed over the edge of the cliff. Time seemed to stand still as he made the leap of faith. The firecracker seemed to drift through the air slowly as it came towards the group of bikers and the officer. Suddenly, the firecracker made contact with it's victim. It wedged itself comfortably inside the engine block of Monson's motorcycle. Although it happened in a quick second, Tony and everyone else could feel their hearts come up into their throats. BOOM! The weapon exploded in a furry of bright light. The motorcycle's gas tank was instantly ruptured by the blast, causing a secondary, even greater explosion. A ball of flames expanded, throwing Officer Monson into the air, and knocking Peanut, Vance, Norton, and Luis off their bikes. As Tony reached the ground again, he felt a burning feeling on his face as the fireball licked him. Time suddenly seemed to revert to it's original pace. The motorcycle, along with the abandoned bikes all crashed into the ground in a twisted heap in a blaze of glory, the leaking fuel starting little fires on the ground around the wreckage. Officer Monson, Peanut, and Vance were all knocked out by a combination of the blast and upon impact with the ground. Norton and Luis faired better, but lay on the ground in shock. The only three remaining racres were Casey, Tony, and Ricky. Ricky in the lead, wih Tony in second....the furthest ahead he had ever been since the race started.

[BloodChuckZ]

Suddenly, Casey cut away and started pedaling hard toward the shortcut that ran along the back double-fence of the Football Field, emerging ahead of Ricky and Tony ahead on the trail.  Briefly, he was ahead of the other two, but then Casey made a fatal error.  His already dull mind buzzed by the drugs he had been eating, Casey cut off onto the second shortcut that ran behind the Jock’s Clubhouse, totally forgetting the ravine that lay ahead with the downed tree across it.

Going full blast by the time he saw the ravine, Casey attempted to bunny-hop his bike onto the downed tree across the ravine with the intent of doing another bunny-hop off the log to safe ground on the other side of the ravine.  Alas, Casey just wasn’t that good on a bike, and failed miserably, landing on the downed tree at an awkward angle.  He bounced off the tree alright, just not the way he intended.  Both the bike and Casey, flailing his arms in a desperate attempt to maintain balance, were thrown into the ravine at a good rate of speed, smashing up against the rock face on the other side of the ravine.  Casey came to rest, knocked out, at the bottom of the ravine, not far from where Tony had found the overturned Go-Kart dumped into the ravine by the Tornado.

Seeing Casey appear ahead of them caused Tony and Ricky to put on even more speed as Casey disappeared into the second shortcut.  Turning north along the old rail line the two riders were very close.  Unable to see around the curve if Casey had emerged still ahead of them, Ricky elected to go straight through the large tunnel where the rail line had gone instead of following the path around it.  There were still a few boards nailed across the entrance, but Ricky, jazzed up on the drugs he had ingested, smashed right through them, feeling no pain.  However, it slowed him down just enough to let Tony catch up to him as they emerged from the other side of the tunnel, making a dash along the final stretch before the finish.  Neither saw Casey ahead of them, so now it was a man-el-mano run to the finish.

Side by Side now, pushing to the limit, the two riders pedaled for all they were worth.  Tony’s modifications to his Flame Job BMX were giving him a slight edge.  Suddenly, Ricky lashed out with his fist, catching Tony on the shoulder.  Surprised, Tony punched back, catching Ricky on the upper arm.  The two traded punches then as they rode North toward the finish.  With only a hundred feet to go before the path line met the Parking Lot road and the finish, Ricky landed a punch to Tony’s jaw that made him see stars, causing him to wobble his bike and making him slow to keep control.

Looking back, Ricky gloated with crazed eyes.  “Ha-Ha-Ha !!  That’ll Learn Youse !!!”, he shouted.

Unfortunately for Ricky, he wasn’t watching where he was going and slammed full tilt into an outcropping in the rock wall to the right of the path.  The force of the hit catapulted him over the handlebars, catching his crotch on the bolt that attached the handlebars to the frame.  His face smacked the wall with and audible SPLAT and he slid down it in a heap, moaning, “Ohhhh....My Johnson !!!”

Shaking his head to clear it, Tony rode past the crashed Ricky, and a few seconds later gained to paved asphalt of the Parking Lot road, where he rode through a ribbon being held up by a couple of students marking the finish of the race.  He rode a bit farther, then squealed his brakes and did a 180-degree turn and rode slowly back. 

Karen came running up to him.  “You Did It !!”, she shouted gleefully, “First across the line !! You WON !! You WON !!”  She reached up to give Tony a winner’s kiss, and he winced.

Karen saw his rapidly swelling jaw then.  “What happened to your face ?”, she asked.

Tony smiled ruefully. “Took a shot to the face.  Almost knocked me offa the bike.  That little fuckin’ Ricky can pack a punch sometimes.  It’s all good though.  I came in first.”

Karen peered down the trail.  “You was quite a ways ahead, wasn’t you ?  I don’t see anyone else coming.”

Tony laughed at that.  “Think I’m the last one left.  Guess they all crashed.”

“Wow, No Shit ?”, Karen said, her eyes wide.  “What are the chances of that !”

“Easy”, Tony answered, “When most everyone else seemed like they was doped up or something.”

Just then, Laurent came limping over from the crowd in the Parking Lot.  “Merde !  You won after all without my help, I see !”

“Ah, Yeah !”, Tony exclaimed.  “You all right there ?”

“Aww, sure”, Laurent answered, “Nothing I cannot work out in a few days.  So you won the race, what are you going to do now ?”

“Well”, Tony joked, “Right after I get out of this shitty school, I’m going to Disney World !”

Tony got off his bike and the three began walking through the crowd of cheering students.  “But seriously, I’m gonna lock my BMX back up in the garage first, then later, me and Karen is gonna take a victory ride on the Go-Kart.”

Karen looked at him, her eyes sparkling. “Oh, that would be wonderful !”

“You deserve it, my friend”, Laurent said, and all three moved toward the garage area, still knowing full well in the back of their minds the real road they had to face before this school year was over.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Algie was puffing, running his laps around the outside fenced-in enclosed place, at the North side of the Asylum.  A big Orderly was standing watch, bored out of his gourd at such a waste of his day.  Every time Algie came too close to him, he attempted to trip him, which was easy because Algie didn’t have his glasses anymore....In fact, hasn’t had them since Winkie busted him in the face at the Girl’s Dorm a few weeks back.  It made things a bit difficult to see with any real clarity.  Algie could make out the shapes of things alright, just that they were a wee bit blurry.  Well, a lot bit blurry, if the truth be told, Algie reflected as he almost ran into the fence once again on his 50th circuit around the perimeter.

Alige hated this.  All the Inmates that weren’t deemed ‘Criminally Insane’ were required to do exercises out here.  It was worse than Gym Class, having to do laps on the Football Field.  Fenced in on three sides against the unused 'Ward B’ of the Asylum, accessible by only one door leading from the furnace room via the Mortuary, the area was claustrophobic even if it was on the outside.

Worst of all was having to come through the Mortuary to get out here and then leave again.  The place gave Algie the creeps, what with that grinning skeleton seeming to look straight at him as he went through.  Then there was the autopsy tables with old dried blood all over them, and the revolting smell of the place.  Algie was convinced the ghosts of long-departed Asylum inmates haunted the room, waiting their chance to grab any sad sack unlucky enough to wander too close to the bloody tables in the room. 

Algie shuddered at the thought of this, despite the spring heat and the gallons of sweat squirting from his pores from the workout.  Going through the Mortuary was the only times he didn’t mind the company of the ever-present Orderlies and their electric Cattle Prods.  Nobody had to stick a jolt in his ass to make him double-time through that eerie place.  Algie had heard that the body of Gary Smith had passed through the Mortuary from Dr. Bambillo, and that was one ghost he sure didn’t want to ever encounter.

It was about time to go back. Algie took his mind off his upcoming passage through the Mortuary by thinking about the commotion he witnessed as he was being brought from his room in 'Ward C’.  As Theo prodded him down the hall, shouting had erupted from the open door of a room up ahead.  Algie thought he heard a familiar voice yell, “YO !! What’s WRONG Wit You ?”, just as Gregory the Orderly dashed down the hall and dived into the room.  Passing by, Algie could just barely make out a figure in a white lab coat holding something while Gregory was busy holding someone down on the floor. He heard a muffled “GET OFF ME !!!!” but could see little.  It was all too blurry without his glasses, and Theo rammed the Cattle Prod in his ass to move him along before his squinting eyes could make out any more.

Keeping his eyes to the floor, Algie was escorted through the Mortuary and back to his room without incident.  On the way, Algie saw the door to that room where the commotion had occurred was now closed.  He strained his ears, but only silence ensued from behind the closed door.  As Theo shoved him into his room and slammed the door, he couldn’t help but wonder at just who the mystery inmate was.  There was....Something....About that Voice, he thought.  Something.....
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[BloodChuckZ]

“I think your friend has had enough”, the voice said. “In my day, all we had to do to boyos like that is just give ‘em a good thrashing, and they’d see the light, soon enough, all right.”

“I’ll decide when it’s enough”, Derby said. “You just keep your mouth zipped and follow orders, old man.”

From far off, in dreamlike fog, Kurt heard their voices without comprehension.  If he had been awake to see himself, Kurt would have been shocked at the condition he was in.  His face, where there wasn’t dried blood or bruises, was beet-red from heat prostration after being exposed to the 140-degree heat of the room for the past night and day.  It had been so hot in the room that the shit in his pants had dried and was now stuck to his ass.  He had long ago stopped sweating under the intense heat, and his body temperature had climbed to a dangerous 105 degrees.  He was just a click away from total heat exhaustion.  His breath was coming in low, shallow gasps.

“I say, he a-looking like he’s got heatstroke”, Mr. Smith ventured, despite Derby’s admonishment to keep quiet. “I know a thing like that can kill somebody”, he added worriedly.

“So, you a Doctor now ?”, Derby said, going close to examine Kurt.  With an evil grin he said, “Don’t fear, old man, he’s about to get some relief soon.  Go fire up that generator to the AC unit.  I’m going to cool this pauper off.”

Mr. Smith left the room to comply, going out to where a large refrigeration unit salvaged from the old Wonder Meats warehouse was located.  Soon, Derby heard the sound of the generator running.  He walked to the duct and cold air began to belch out the vents.  He then went out of the room himself, to a small kitchenette area in another part of the cabin. There was a small, gas-powered fridge in there, and Derby grabbed a bottle of water from it.  He then returned to the room Kurt was being held in.  Soon after, Mr. Smith returned as well.  The room was already beginning to grow cold.  Derby laughed.  It was about to get a whole lot colder.

“Turn down that thermo as low as it will go”, Derby instructed.  He uncapped the bottle of water and took a big swig.  Then he stepped over to Kurt and splashed the rest of it in his face.  Kurt’s eyelids fluttered and he shook his feverish head.

“You awake, Asshole ?”, Derby grinned.  “Good. Wouldn’t want you to miss all the fun.”

“You....You’re...A....Bastard”, mumbled Kurt.  “Let....Me....Go....”

“Ha, Ha, What ?  Before I have all my conditions met ?  I think NOT”, Derby chortled.

“See you....In HELL...First”, Kurt muttered through puffy lips.

“Why, you just been to Hell”, Derby shot back, “Didn’t I just see you there ?”

Kurt made no reply, he just glared at Derby and bared his teeth in a futile gesture of hatred. 

Derby began to pace about in front of Kurt, back and forth.  “You know, chap, I think all them fire and brimstone nuts have it all wrong.  I don’t think it’s hot in Hell at all.”  He stopped and leaned down towards Kurt.  “I think it’s COLD.  Cold as Hell in Hell.”

Kurt attempted to spit in Derby’s close face, but his mouth was very dry from his ordeal.  The best he could do was to make pathetic spitting motions with his lips. “You’re....Fucking Insane” was all he could manage to get out.

“Heh...I’M Insane ?”, Derby barked laughter.  “You’re are the one who should be locked up in the Psyche Ward over at Happy Volts along with you Nerd buddy Algie.  In fact, the whole lot of you buggers belong there, and not out polluting the good citizens of Bullworth Vale.”

“Citizens...Like you ?” Kurt muttered. “That’s a....Laugh.”

“Yeah, like ME”, Derby said, “The ones that run this place.  The ones with Money.  The ones with RESPECT.  Not for Jackwipes the likes of you and your scum buddies.”

Kurt struggled against his bonds at that, but fell back weakly after only a few seconds. 

“Still a little hot under the collar, aren’t you ?”, Derby said, as he resumed his pacing. “Well, we’re going to cool you off and give you more time to consider what it is I want.  Within the hour, it will be below freezing in here.  Then, after that....”  Derby stopped his pacing, “You’re going to find that an Artic Expedition is a whole lot warmer than it’s going to be in here.”

“You...Inhuman FUCK”, Kurt managed to say.

“Pfft...You should talk, after all the shit you’ve done”, Derby said.  “I’m done here”, Derby called to Mr. Smith, who was standing by the door, the bright light shielding him from Kurt’s gaze.  “I’ll be back tomorrow.  If you’re not frozen stiff, we’ll discuss how you’re going to give me what I want.”

Knowing it was useless, Kurt made no reply as Derby crossed the room and went out the door with his unseen accomplice.  Kurt began to shiver.  It had already dropped 20 degrees in the room the short time he had been awake.  And it was getting colder by the minute.
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[BloodChuckZ]

He had to get out of here, he knew now.  The sooner the better, before those strange men the Doctor had mentioned could get ahold of him.  And they would, if they even suspected that he was conscious to any degree to be able to give answers to the questions they would surly seek.

He remembered it all now.  Well, mostly all, there were still some gaps.  But it was enough.  The School, the File, the Bombings...All of it.  Enough of it, at any rate, to seal his fate.

Several problems presented themselves.  He needed clothing, for one.  He couldn’t just sneak out in his hospital gown, he wouldn’t get very far like that.  And, he needed food, or money to at least buy some food at a convenience store.  And travel.  How was he to travel, once he escaped ?  He couldn’t just get on a Greyhound bus.  They would be watching, once it was discovered he was gone.  And, where was he to go ?  He had no home, he was a nobody.

He was in Boston.  Had overheard them talking, had found out.  It was a big city, something Angie was always talking about going to.  Funny, he was always shy around girls, even a fluffhead like her.  But if he could go back....Back to last summer, he would talk to her, Hell, make a date with her, take her out....

He drifted back in time.  Right after school let out for the summer last year.  He had stayed on campus, in the Dorm, taking a summer class.  After all, he had nowhere else to go, no happy family to go home to.  Crabblesnitch had called him up to his office then, gave him the newly-created Mediator job, practically shoved it on him.  Pete had gone right along with it, it felt so overwhelming to be finally recognized for something, for his talents.  Only later would he realize that it had only been a knee-jerk reaction by Crabblesnitch, a move to insulate himself further from the scrutiny of just how he ran Bullworth Academy. 

But Dr. Crabblesnitch had overlooked one thing.  Pete was SMART, quite possibly the smartest kid in the whole school.  He took his new job seriously.  Before the summer was over, he had amassed a huge amount of files, not only on the students, but on the administration as well.  Therein contained in all of that was the corruption of Bullworth Academy.  And, when Jimmy brought him the Secret File, the corruption of the rich power-players of the Vale Valley was exposed as well.

Pete knew he had to play along then.  What he had told Tony was true....He just wanted to graduate and be able to make something of his life, far away from the rotten confines of Bullworth.  He was a Senior, just a half a year away from achieving  his goal, but that crazy new kid, Jake, had messed it all up, bombing the school at Halloween and inciting the Christmas Eve riot.  He had snapped then, just couldn’t take it any longer.  He shouldn’t have done what he did, stole that gun and charged out onto the back lot to try to restore order.  Look what THAT had gotten him.  But, he felt he had no choice.  Something had to be done, or else his future lay in ruins.  Disarming the Cliques had been a spur-of-the-moment idea, but maybe it had worked.

He didn’t know who had shot him.  He remembered Dr. Crabblesnitch and his two idiot Prefects up on the balcony.  He didn’t think it was them.  After all, he had the Magnum.  But he didn’t know.  Maybe it was Harrington’s goons ?  Maybe they were on to him.  But no....Killing him would still leave the Secret File floating around out there somewhere, and that’s what they really wanted, wasn’t it ?  Maybe, he reflected, it was Jake.  Pete had messed up Jake’s plans with his little stunt.  Maybe revenge ?

Pete shook his head and came back to the present, and realized that even if he escaped this place, he would never be free.  They would find him, somehow, and make him talk.  Then, finish the job.  Forget about graduation, that was no longer important.  His very survival was at stake.

He had only one chance, he concluded.  He must return to Bullworth and retrieve the Secret File.  Then, find a way to turn it over to the Authorities.  Not in the Vale Valley, of course, not even in the state of Rhode Island.  The corruption was everywhere.  No, it would have to be to the Feds.  And for that he would need help from the only adult he felt he could trust.  He would somehow have to find Mr. Luntz.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Jake shivered.  It was an unusually cold early morning, even for spring.  Jake could see his breath.  He was up on the railroad line, along with Frankie and Kenny, checking out the boxcars that had been loaded the previous day.  Sid had sent them out to confirm that they were loaded with the guns and explosives they had seen in Spencer Warehouse.

It had been relatively easy.  Most of the boxcars were not locked, their hardware being rusted and broken long ago.  Jake doubted that any of the boxcars he was looking in was less than 40 years old, and many looked even older than that.  As he pulled aside the heavy door, with some effort, enough so he could squeeze into the boxcar, he thought again about Sid’s plan.

They were not to touch the contents of the crates.  They had taken enough when they had raided the warehouse, before re-sealing the crates.  Sid just wanted to confirm that these were the same crates.  The operational plan was for all of them to hop aboard the train without being seen after it hooked up to the boxcars and was pulling them through the dark tunnel.  Then, each member had to work themselves into position, two back to the caboose and four forward to the locomotive, where, a few miles out of the towns, they would hijack the train at gunpoint. 

It seemed like a perfect plan, but Jake still had some misgivings.  Used to marching to his own drummer, Jake had problems with not being in charge.  Even though his various plans to take over the school had failed, Jake still considered himself to be smarter than any student or the average idiot adult in this low-life place.  His planning had been flawless, only circumstances and bad luck had prevented him from archiving his goals.  He was a King among fools, a God over the lesser mortals that inhabited the Vale Valley.  Like his departed cousin Gary, he was sure of his ability to lead and command these mentally challenged minions in this underbelly of the world.

But Sid was different than anyone he had ever knew.  As easygoing as he appeared on the surface, Jake sensed Sid could slit your throat at the slightest provocation.  The rest of Sid’s gang obeyed his orders without question or argument.  Underneath it all, Jake felt that Sid would have no qualms with beating him over the head with a pipe and leaving him for dead in a dumpster.  Jake had been foolish to challenge him like that at their first meeting.  And lucky that Sid was tired from their long journey back.  Otherwise, this story would have a different ending as far as Jake was concerned.  A rather bad ending for Jake.

Sid, as one might expect, had been rather cagey with him about just where they were to take the hijacked train once they took control.  Jake had wondered just how they were going to return to New Coventry once they had completed the mission, but on that subject Sid only remarked that it was best not to ask questions and leave the details to him.  It rankled Jake to have to take orders and not be in charge, but for now he would just have to go along.  If it led to him being able to take over the school, something his stellar cousin Gary had failed to do, then it would all be worth it.

Jake took a small crowbar from his side pocket and pried up a slat on one of the crates within the boxcar, then took a small flashlight and shined it into the interior.  As expected, after he had moved the packing aside, was the gleam of gun barrels and packets of C-4.  He replaced the slat and banged it back in place, then checked out the other crates in the boxcar in a similar manner.  Up and down the siding, Frankie and Kenny were doing the same, confirming that the shipment was the one they had seen in the warehouse.  It wouldn’t be long, perhaps as soon as tomorrow night, that the train would be here to transport the boxcars.  They would be ready for them.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Standing a ways down the tracks in the darkness, Lance lowered his binoculars.  So, it was true....The rumors he had heard around New Coventry and Blue Skies were true.  Sid and his gang of Punks were back.  Lance had been coming to the elevated tracks every night since, trying to catch a glimpse, since it was well known this is where Sid’s gang hung out when they were in town.  He recognized those two assholes who had beaten him to within a inch of his life scuttling around in the moonlight from boxcar to boxcar.  There was a third person with them who he did not know of.  Possibly another gang member, he thought.

He dropped the binoculars in his backpack and limped back to the unused spur line that went to Bullworth.  He would have to tell his brother Bo that they were back.  They didn’t have a plan yet, but Bo had said that maybe he could enlist all the Jocks to seek revenge on the Punks.  If they had beaten the Townies, why not ?  It was the best chance he had to make those scum pay for almost killing him.  The law in this joke of a place was useless, so it was up to him to get his own justice.

He dropped off the spur line onto the old rail line, making his way back to the tunnel that would lead him to the Football Field.  Yeah, that was it.  Attack them in force, make them pay.  And then he could move on with his life.

Little did Lance know just how difficult that was going to turn out to be.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Tony came awake with a start, the chilly night air breeze moving against his face.  Karen was snuggled up beside him on the blanket they had brought with them up here to the Overlook. 

“What...?”, mumbled Tony.

“Silly, you fell asleep”, Karen said.  “Did I wear you out ?”

“Huh ?”, Tony huffed. “Not me !  Not that you couldn’t, you know, you’re a real firecracker, you know, and...Umm....Err....”

“Better quit while you’re ahead”, warned Karen, slinging her leg over Tony’s privates, “Or I’ll really show you what I can do.”  Licking her tongue in Tony’s ear, she whispered, “I’ll make you go until you’re empty, Mister.”

She mashed her lips to Tony’s and at the same time reached down and freed what she was feeling for.  It was all ready for her, and soon she was bouncing up and down rapidly, her breath coming in short, harsh gasps.  At the peak of their ecstacy, she let out a high scream that echoed off the nearby rock wall.  Fortunately, they were alone, the chill nigh air having long ago driven off any stragglers. 

She collapsed across him then, and they lay there until the heat of their encounter had bled off.  When the chill seeped in, they reluctantly pulled on their clothes.  Tony walked over to the rail around the overlook, and Karen soon joined him, gazing across the Vale Valley.

“Remember our first night up here ?”, Karen said softly.

“Yes...I do.”, Tony answered.  “I’ll never forget.”

They stood at the rail, lost in their own thoughts for a while.  It had only been a short six months or so ago, but it felt so much longer than that.

“This all seems so pointless”, Tony said, sweeping his arm out across the night.  “It’s like we’re caught in a storm not of our own making.”

“Things will get better”, Karen said, “The Cliques are keeping the peace, aren’t they ?”

“For now”, Tony allowed, “But we have far more serious matters, you know.”

Karen nodded and snuggled closer.  “We can figure out something."  Looking off at the far-off buoy light of Pirate Island, she said, “You still owe me a trip out to the bay this summer, remember.”

“If we get through this last month till school is out, it’s a date”, Tony remarked wirily. “There’s people missing, and there’s still this business of what to do with the file.”

Suddenly, Karen said, “Hey, I Know !!  Let’s ask Mr. Luntz for help !  He already knows about the file !”

Tony looked at her as if she had gone insane.  “What ?  Trust an adult in this place ?  That’s Crazy !”

“No, not at all !”, Karen exclaimed. “Mr. Luntz hates this place even more that we do !  I hear him muttering all the time.  You think he likes it here ?  That when he was young, like us, he planned to be a middle-aged Janitor at a crappy school in an unheard-of part of New England ?  He hates this place !  And, he hates Crabblesnitch !”

“I don’t know”, Tony frowned.  “I don’t think he’ll want to help us anymore...”

“We can at least try !”, Karen said, showing Tony her puppy eyes. “Please ?”

Tony was defenseless against that, and had to give in.  “Well....Alright.  But you have to come along.  I think he has a thing for you.”

Karen punched his arm.  “Too bad.  He’s too old, and I’m already taken.  We’ll go see him on Monday, OK ?”

“Sounds like a plan”, Tony said, then hesitated.  “If he’s there, that is.  Haven’t seen him around much lately.”

“Maybe he has stuff of his own to take care of”, Karen commented.

“Maybe...”, Tony said, “More that we know.”  He shook his head, and said, “Guess we better be getting back, where it’s warm.”

“We could always turn up our heat again”, Karen said playfully.

“Well, uh....Right now....I’m kinda.....”, Tony fumbled for words.

“Drained ?”, Karen said with a playful laugh.  “Go on, admit it !”

Tony held up his hands in surrender.  “All right, you win.  I’m just a bit.....”

“....Wore Out ?”, Karen ventured.

“Tuckered”, Tony said.  “And, I’ll recover.”  Sweeping Karen off her feet, he carried her to the Go-Kart, parked under a tree.  Setting her down, they exchanged a long, passionate kiss before getting in the Go-Kart and speeding off back to Bullworth Academy.
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[BloodChuckZ]

“You’d think they would at least send around a car to pick us up or something”, Ted grumbled. “After all, we did save the School.”

“Hush”, Mandy said, “It’s not that far to walk, and you need some exercise anyway.”

“Not to mention I’m still Class President”, Ted continued on, oblivious. “They should show more Respect.”

“At least you’re finally out”, Mandy soothed. 

“Just in time, too, from what you been telling me”, Ted observed. “Time to start ridin’ them guys asses again.  This drug thing is getting outta control.  Coach don’t give a shit.  Hell, he feeds half them guys Steroids anyway.”

“You should’ve seen those guys when they got brought in yesterday”, Mandy said, “They found Casey in a ditch out behind the football field, Luis next to a crashed Cop cycle, Kirby, Dan, and Laurent over in New Coventry.  All of them, except for Laurent, were really messed up, saying gibberish and acting real weird.”

Ted frowned. “Seems like they got ahold of some bad stuff, alright.”  Ted himself didn’t have to do drugs.  He had natural ability that needed no enhancement, and the Quarterback position required quick thinking and a keen mind.  Ted knew about the others taking steroids and 'recreational’ drugs, but looked the other way, understanding that was the way things worked in this sport.  Hell, lots of sports, he knew.  Besides Ted, Laurent was the only other one on the team who didn’t do drugs.  His natural running and leaping ability made that unnecessary.  Laurent, however, had his own problem with excessive drinking.

The pair trudged on, crossing the Vale Boulevard Bridge that led to the school.  Ted cast a glance backwards. “Is that doofus still back there ?”

Mandy looked back.  “Still there.  See ?”

About a hundred feet back, Constantinos was just slowly making his way onto the bridge.  He had been released from the Clinic this morning along with Ted, and Ted had reluctantly agreed to see that he made it back to the school.  “Move it along, Junior !”, Ted hollered back.  Constantinos raised a hand to signify he had heard, and continued his plodding pace over the bridge.

Ted snorted. “Dumbass !”, he said.  Ted had grown tired of Constantinos’ constant bellyaching in the Clinic over his belly wounds and his doom-and-gloom attitude.  Hell, he had been injured a whole lot worse than that little Simp, and nobody heard him complaining.  The little shit needed to man up, but Ted knew that would probably never happen.  Some things never change.

Ted and Mandy gained the entrance to the school at last, with Constantinos still trailing behind.  Mandy asked Ted to wait while she ran to her dorm room to get something.  Ted lounged in the circle area between the Dorms to wait, and eventually Constantinos came through, walking by without comment and heading towards the Boy’s Dorm.

“Twerp”, Ted muttered, as Constantinos plodded up the walk.

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[BloodChuckZ]

Opening the Dorm door, Constantinos just hoped there weren’t any Bullies around to harass him. The last thing he needed on his first day back was a punch to the gut.  It didn’t matter to him that they said he was healed, his guts still hurt, pained even more from the long walk back.  Like Ted was saying, they could have at least provided a ride.  It was all enough to really depress a person.

The hallways were empty, and all the doors were closed.  Constantinos moved cautiously into the common room.  A sitting figure peered around the couch.  It was Nick, Constantinos saw with relief.

“Hi There”, Constantinos said glumly.

“Hey, Big C, you’re back, eh ?”, Nick grinned.

Constantinos didn’t return the smile. “Where....Umm....Where is everybody ?”

“Welp, the Nerds moved out some time ago to live full time in the Observatory, since that there Tad ponied up the money to fix it up, and some of the others went with them”,  Nick explained, meaning the non-Cliques.  “The Bullies, well, let’s just say they’re workin’ off a baaad trip.”

“Eh ?”, Constantinos looked at Nick quizzically.

“Got ahold of some tainted dope, way I hear it”, Nick said. “Dumbass Fuckers.”

Constantinos scratched his head.  “So, nobody’s around ?  How ‘bout Tony ?”

Nick laughed then. “Ha-Ha, he sleeping off a real late night out with Karen.  He didn’t crawl in till about 5 in the morning.  He’s gonna be out awhile.”

“Oh”, Constantinos said after a minute.  “Umm...Well then, see you”, he said, wandering out of the common room.  Nick went back to watching the shitty Sunday morning programming on the TV.

Constantinos went to his room that he shared with Ivan Alexander and Gordon Wakefield.  The door slid open to his touch.  Neither of his roomies were there, and Constantinos saw that half their stuff was gone.  When he closed and tried to lock the door, he discovered the lock was broken. 

Constantinos whooshed a long-suffering sigh, and drug a chair over to the door and jammed it up under the knob.  His safety partly assured, he flopped down on his littered bed, holding on to his still achy guts.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Ted and Mandy made their way down to the Football Field.  The journey from the Dorm area had been eerie.  There were no students about on this Sunday.  Not on the Quads, not in the Parking Lot, not around the Gym.  It was only as they reached the field that they saw any signs of life, for up on the bleachers sat Laurent and Lance, along with a huge hulking figure that Ted assumed must be this Bob he had been hearing about. 

“Hey there, Laurent”, Ted greeted as they came close.  “I take it everyone is laid low this morning ?”

“Oui, you might say that”, Laurent answered, “Bad trips, screaming, and seeing Ghosts all night.  It has finally gone quiet at last.”

Ted’s jaw tightened.  “Where did they get that crap ?”

“Word is, the Bullies was selling it”, Lance spoke up. 

“Yeah ?”, Ted frowned. “Well, time to teach those dumb shits a new lesson.  Seems they forgot the one from the last time.”

“It will take some time for them to recover fully from those bad drugs”, Laurent said, stretching.  “Until then, we can do nothing.”

“How did this happen ?”, Ted went on.  “We are the top of the heap. We saved the school !  What’s wrong with those lamebrains ?”

Ay, they will not listen to me”, Laurent returned, “I am still too much of a newbie for my words to have any effect on their behavior.”

Ted sat and folded his arms.  “I’m not blaming you, Laurent.  Shoot, I shoulda known when I made you my second that they wouldn’t want to take orders from you.  It was working when I was around to back you up, but alone you didn’t stand much of a chance.” 

“They are just not used to my ways”, Laurent said, “And I share not much of common experiences with them for them to respect me.”

Ted mediated for a moment.  “I maybe should pick somebody else, and no offense to you, Laurent, but I need somebody those bozos will pay attention to.”

“No offense taken, my friend”, Laurent said, “I did not come here to lead, just to get along and play.  I will gladly turn over the number two spot !”

Ted thought that over.  “As long as you understand I still trust you fully ?”

“Oui”, Laurent said, “I understand, and accept.  You have always been a good leader.”

“Hmmm”, Ted mulled, “Sometimes I wonder, with this gang of idiots.  Still, I need a second.  Who should that be ?  Damon is still gone.  I need someone tough who they can’t ignore.”

“What about Bob here ?”, Lance piped up.  “He’d be perfect.”

For the first time, Ted really took a long look at Bob.  He was the biggest kid Ted had ever seen.  He could just imagine Bob blocking out a defender’s line while he threw a pass, or busting through an opponent’s offense and sacking their Quarterback.  “Er....Hey, what’s up, big fellow ?”

Bob’s granite-like head swiveled in Ted’s direction.  After a pause, he said, “LO. ME BOB.”

“Well....Bob”, Ted began, “I’m Ted. You know who I am ?”

One could almost see the wheels grinding in Bob’s massive head. “YOU ARE JOCK LEADER BOB HEAR ABOUT”

“Yes”, Ted said, “Yes, that’s right. What do you hear Bob ?”

Bob stared a moment, then abruptly said, “BOB HEAR GOOD THINGS ABOUT TED.  BOB LIKE.”

“Well, that’s good, Big Guy”, Ted grinned.  “How would you like to be my second-in-command for awhile ?  Least, till Damon comes back from wherever he is.”

Bob shrugged his massive shoulders. “BOB DO FOR TED.”

“Attaboy”, Ted smiled, and extended his hand. “Shake on it ?”

Bob gazed at Ted’s outstretched hand for a few seconds, then stuck his own out, his massive meaty hand swallowing Ted’s hand like a Whale gulping Minnows.  Even so, he took care not to squeeze, for it would be and easy matter to grind Ted’s bones to dust.

“Hey, he likes you !”, Lance exclaimed. “That’s Awesome !”

Ted flashed his winning Quarterback smile, the one that got him elected Class President over and over again.  No Nerds could match the star power of that smile, no matter how smart they claimed they were. “I can make friends wherever I go.”, he said.

Suddenly Mandy interrupted. “Hey, boys, Ted and I have to go.”  She reached down and gently pulled Ted up from his seat.

“Go ?”, Ted asked, “Go where ?”

“We need some alone time, say behind the bleachers ?”, Mandy breathed.  To the others, she said,  “You’ll watch out for us, won’t you, boys ?”

“Sure thing”, Laurent said. “Shouldn’t be too hard, considering nobody’s around.”

“We won’t let anybody back there, Don’t you worry none”, Lance added.

Mandy led a willing Ted around to the back of the bleachers.  When they arrived, she gently pushed him up against the wall and then attacked him with French kisses, her tongue stabbing into every recess of his mouth.  Pulling back, she breathed, “I love how you handled that big guy back there...You Sexy Stud....It’s been too long....I need you to fill me up, deep and hard !”

Ted was more than ready by that point, but asked, “Okay....But where ?....How are we....”

Mandy reached for his belt and undid it. “Just leave that to me”, she said, breathing really hard now.  “I’ll do all the work.”  Mandy eased his pants down and gently pushed Ted down into a sitting position.  Then she slid down her panties and kicked them aside. “Give it to me”, she moaned, and then lowered herself into him.  She began bouncing up and down in ecstacy, and soon, all too soon, when they reached the peak of their passion, she let out a cry of pure pleasure.

Up in the bleachers, Lance and Laurent heard, and just for the moment, wished that they were Ted.
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[Mike_W]

    The next morning, Hal and Norton sat out behind the auoto shop, playing cards. "Hey, ya remember that idea I had about starting a fight club in the office?", asked Hal with a grin. Norton looked up and raised an eyebrow, "Yeah, I remember you sayin' something about that. What the hell ever happened with it anyways?", he said. "I...uh...well the details aren't important, but I just got an even better idea.", Hal announced. Norton put his cards down, smiled, and began shaking his head. "You gotta be kidding me....but please, lay it on me", Norton replied as he started laughing.

    Hal began explaining his new idea for fun to Norton. Hal wanted to sneak into the Girl's Dorm during afternoon classes and raise some hell, maybe even do a little spying to get their rocks off.  After Hal explained it all, Norton slowly clapped his hands and nodded his head. "Ya know what? I think I might just like this", he confirmed. "So it's agreed? We'll meet out by the doors to the dorm tomorrow at 3 in the afternoon?", Hal asked. "You know it! I'll bring the lock picks and you bring whatever else we might need", replied Norton.

    Unlike Hal's last idea, this one seemed more likely to happen and easier to pull off.

[BloodChuckZ]

Derby pulled the switch and killed the generator before putting on the stylish parka he had brought along.  Entering the cabin with Mr. Smith trailing along behind, he pulled on some gloves before unlocking the door to what he was becoming to think of as Kurt’s Dungeon and pushing it open.  A blast of arctic air hit him in the face as he entered.  Derby went over to the figure slumped in the chair while Mr. Smith watched from alongside the big light.

“Jeezes, he’s froze stiff !”, Mr Smith exclaimed.  “Is he.....Dead ?”

“Nope, not dead”, Derby replied, noticing the thin plume of breath issuing from Kurt’s nostrils, made visible in the super-cold air.  “Just comfortably chilled.”

“Shit, kid, it must be minus -40 in here !”, Mr. Smith continued, “He’s got to have hypothermia by now !”

“The heat from the big light kept him alive”, Derby said absently, inspecting Kurt’s frosted figure. “I knew it wouldn’t kill him.  And don’t call me ’kid’.  Remember who you’re working for.”

Mr. Smith edged a little closer to get a good look at Kurt.  The Rocker leader was a pitiful sight.  Tiny Icicles hung off the peach fuzz on his chin.  His face was a ghastly shade of white, and his entire body had a whitish frost clinging to it, like the freezer burn one would see on frozen foods when left too long in their home freezer....Except here, this was a person, not some slab of beef or a bunch of useless leftover vegetables that nobody ate for a week.  This, in fact, was serious business.

“Maybe....We should get the Bucko looked at....”, Mr. Smith ventured.

Derby whirled on him.  “By WHO ?” He screamed. “By That Quack Bambillo ?  Is That What You Want ?  You’re Forgetting This Is All About WHAT I WANT !!!!!!!”

Mr. Smith took a step back in the face of Derby’s sudden anger. “Whoa, Boy !  I didn’t mean anything....”

“You seem to forget just what’s at stake here !!” Derby seethed.  “These SCUM are in Our Town.....Your Town !  We want them OUT !!  I want them OUT !!”

“I’m just saying, I don’t want to be part in any killing”, Mr. Smith said, mollified.  “I didn’t sign up to be a-killin’ kids !”

“This asshole is a tough little fuck”, Derby said, “Least he’s always saying so.  Does he look dead to you ?”

In fact, Kurt DID look sort of dead to Mr. Smith, what with all the frost that gathered on him made him look like Nicholson in the closing scenes of that old movie, 'The Shining’.  But, Jack was just an actor and wasn’t dead, not yet anyhow, and neither was this kid.  Not knowing what to say, Mr. Smith said nothing.

“Look, maybe we should try it your way”, Derby said after a while, his anger cooling.  “Get a couple of your Dockmen and work him over good.  Just keep doing it every day, he’ll crack eventually.  Make a babbling, sniveling, coward out of him and his own gang will turn on him.”

Mr. Smith looked relieved. “That’s the ticket !  Just turn him into a wimp, that’s all needs to be done !”

Derby nodded, looking at his hated enemy, thinking.  “Get some chains”, he finally said. “There’s some big eyebolts set in the walls there, see ?” He pointed. “Those bolt all the way through to the other side.  Chain him up to those.”

“Maybe”, Mr. Smith ventured, “We should feed him some, give him some water....”

“Yeah, do that.  Give him some Pisswater to drink and Garbage to eat.  While you’re at it, get him some clothes”, Derby said, wrinkling his nose in disgust. “He Stinks.”
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[Mike_W]

    When the afternoon classes let out, Norton calmly walked over to the Girl's dorm. He cautiously looked around to make sure no one saw him, but eased up and began to strut, hoping that maybe people would think he had a girlfriend or something.  There, by the door stood Hal, waiting patiently. "Haha, you made it!", exclaimed the obese Greaser. "Yeah man, I couldn't pass this up!", he replied. Hal made a motion for Norton to keep it quiet. It was critical for them to maintain a low profile and enter the dorm before any girls show up.  Hal and Norton climbed the front steps and eased open the front doors.

    The two boys carefully peered around the corner, checking to see if the coast was clear. Ms. Peabody usually patrolled the hallway, but was nowhere in sight, most likely upstairs. Hal and Norton scurried off down the hall and entered the first bedroom they could find. The pair winked at each other as they looked around for the dresser. Norton pulled open a drawer, only to find socks. "God damn it!", he said in frustration. Hal looked around when he heard a door open somewhere. "Hey man, I'm gonna shut this door, so nobody comes in", said Hal. Hal walked over and shut and locked the door. They couldn't be found in here. The two boys resumed their search for panties. "Hey man, check it out!", Norton said. He pulled out a pair of panties, and judging by the appearance of them, figured they must belong to one of the younger girls. "Ugh, man, that's not what I wanted to find....but at least now we know what kind of panties Melody has", said Hal as he began to chuckle.

    The deep-bellied laughter soon stopped. A light tapping came upon the door. "Hey...uh...is anyone in there?", came the little voice of Gloria. "Ummm, uh...", replied the gruff voice of Hal. Norton elbowed him in the ribs to shut him up and replied in his best female voice "Uhhh...occupied!". Gloria jumped back from the door, shocked at the odd voice she heard. "Melody, are you feeling okay?", asked Gloria. Hal freaked out and quickly jammed his knee into Norton's balls. "UHHHHH-OWWWW....I'm fine!", shouted Norton in a high pitched voice. Hal had to hold his hands over his mouth to hold back the laughter. "Ummm, okay....get well soon", said Gloria as she shrugged and walked off.

[BloodChuckZ]

“Pew, that was close”, Hal whispered.  “We better check out the other rooms.”

Norton nodded, and went to the door to listen.  Not hearing anything, he unlocked the door and cautiously stuck his big head out into the hall, just in time to see Gloria walking away around the corner, heading for the lounge area.  No one else was in sight.  “It’s Clear”, he said in a low voice, and he and Hal scurried out the door.  Before Hal pulled the door shut, he took a Stink Bomb from his pocket and tossed it in the room. 

The pair headed to the next bedroom down the hall, by the side exit door, slipped into the room
and shut the door, leaning against it with their backs.

“Man, what was THAT for ?”, Norton asked, referring to the Stink Bomb.

“Eeey, a distraction, what else ?”, answered a smug Hal.  “Anybody comes down the hall, they’ll smell that and go look in there.”

Just as he said that, the tittering of some girls could be heard as they entered through the side door from the Dorm Yard.  The chattering came to a sudden halt as one of the girls exclaimed, “What’s That Smell ?  EEEEWWWW !!!!”

There was running in the hall.  Hal and Norton looked at each other.  “We Gotta Hide !”, Hal exclaimed. 

In their momentary panic, it didn’t occur to Hal to just lock the door, as he had done in the previous room.  Even less bright was Norton.  A comical scene ensued, with the two running about the room like Keystone Cops, looking for a hiding spot.  Norton at last yanked open the wardroom cabinet door and squeezed his large bulk inside.

“Lemme In There !”, Hal panted, running out of breath.

“NO !  There’s No Room !” Damon said, putting his meaty hand on Hal’s face and pushing him away before closing the door.  Hal stumbled back, tripping over a chair.  Just then, the doorknob rattled.

“I’m going to my room !”, a girl’s voice said from outside the door.  Hal did a barrel roll and squeezed himself under the bed on his belly, no mean feat for a person with as large a gut as he had.  As he got tucked under, the door swung open.

Norton strained to see through the loveres in the wardroom door.  The girl came through the door and into the room, muttering to herself.  “Now I have to take a shower !  What a Stink !”

Hal silently but with difficulty moved on his belly to a position where he could see from under the bed.  His heart was racing, and he was breathing heavily.  The growing commotion out in the hall, however, covered up any sounds he made.  She then closed the door on the tumult, and walked towards the desk on the far side of the room, her dark hair flowing behind her. 

With her back to both the hidden Greasers, she removed her blouse and draped it over the chair, then dropped her skirt and did likewise.  Then, clad in her bra, panties, knee-hi’s and shoes, she at last turned around.  It was Angie.

Both boys recoiled somewhat.  Angie was known to be the biggest ditz in the whole school, and was still wearing those unsightly braces on her teeth.  Although she had been out with a few boys on dates, her incessant inane chatter often bored even the most desperate of maladjusted boys to tears.  After all her time at Bullworth, she was still the only girl who had never had a steady boyfriend, besides that fat cow, Eunice.  There was a running joke developing around campus of 'Angie One And Done’, meaning, once was all anybody could stand to go out with her.  Both boys groaned inwardly.  Of all the girl’s rooms to get stuck in, it had to be Angie’s.

But then, a couple of totally unexpected things happened.  Angie reached behind her, undid the clasp, and dropped her bra, exposing a couple of the largest melons that either boy had ever seen.  Better than any of their porno mags, her jugs swung around as she turned and dropped the bra atop the desk chair along with her blouse and skirt.  Angie had apparently grown a pair over the past school year.

Inside the tight closet, Norton suddenly found he had a boner.  Likewise, Hal, under the bed, had to make adjustments to accommodate the growing lump in his own drawers.  Angie then stripped off her panties and dropped them to the floor, kicking them toward the bed, where they just about hit Hal in his staring face.  Hal paid no attention to that, focusing instead on the patch of dark pubic hair of Angie’s crotch.  Both boy’s male members became stiffer at the sight.  Angie then walked slowly towards the bed, sitting down and in the process squashing Hal’s ass.  Angie lifted her leg to cast off her shoe and peel down her knee-high stocking, affording Norton a marvelous view of her gash.  Unable to hold back any longer, Norton groaned as waves of pleasure washed over him at the sight.

“What’s That ?  Who’s There ?”, Angie said, hearing Norton’s strange noises coming from the stand-up wardrobe cabinet, bouncing up and down on the bed as she looked toward the cabinet door.  The motion was enough to set Hal off, and in the throes of pleasure he reached out from under the bed and grabbed ahold of Angie’s bare ankle. 

Angie leaped up and screamed in horror.  “EEEEEEEEEK !!!!  INTRUDERS !!!!!!!!!”
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