The Bullworth Never Ending Story

[BloodChuckZ]

“That’s Jimmy !!!”, a voice rose above the sudden babble of students at the appearance of Tony and his band of latecomers.

“Look, Damon’s Safe !”, another cried, “Tony found him !”

“Yeah, and look who else he found”, this from a Prep, presumably directed toward Algie.  “What’s HE doing here ?

“QUIET !!!!!!!!!!!”, Jake bellowed.  “Shut The Hell Up !!!!  I’ll Handle This !!!!”  He aimed his Air Rifle at Tony.  “Drop Your Weapons.  You’re Outgunned Here.  In Case You Don’t Notice, My Boys Are Holding Some Serious Weapons On You !”

Denny and Kenny swung their SRS Rifles over to cover the group.  A look of distaste passed between the two brothers, neither one of them liked being refereed to as ‘My Boys’, since they were full-grown men.  However, they played along for the time being.  As soon as Sid had his hands on the Town’s money, they were going to leave this psychotic asshole on his own.

Tony gauged the chances of a showdown with Jake and found the odds stacked against them.  Jake reacted to Tony’s hesitation with a new warning.  “Dump Those Over Here On The Steps Right Now, Or I’ll Shoot Your Little Girlfriends Over There”,  Jake grinned evilly. “Yeah, I Know Who They Are.  Karen !  Melody !  Gloria !  Tell You Scum Boyfriends To Drop Their Weapons !!”

“Do It, Damon”, Gloria pleaded from the crowd. “Please !” 

Karen and Melody remained silent, knowing that pleading with their Boyfriends would seem like giving into Jake’s twisted pleasure of seeing them grovel.  Inwardly, Tony was relieved that Karen wasn’t giving Jake the satisfaction of humiliating them further.  But Tony also realized that Jake could easily turn his anger against the Girls.  With a grimace, he lowered his Spud Gun and tossed it towards the steps.  Nick, Damon, Laurent, Jimmy and Zoe did the same.  Algie, who didn’t have a firing weapon, threw nothing.  Algie did have a weapon of sorts, but only the kind a Nerd would use.  He began to back away towards towards the way he came, but stopped when he saw Kenny’s gun following him.  A stain appeared on his pants as his bladder let go.

“Well, Well”, Jake glared at Tony.  “The Traitor Returns.  My First Act As Headmaster Is Gonna Be To Expel You From This School, You Fucking Douchbag.”   He turned his gaze to Jimmy.  “So You’re Hopkins, Eh ?  Heard You Killed My Cousin.”

“I Didn’t Kill Anybody, Yuh Little Pissant”, Jimmy replied unflinchingly.  “Better Get Your Facts Straight !”

“Think About That When You’re Back In Jail, Shithead”, Jake said with a smirk.  Jake next turned his sights on Nick.  “So, You That Boy Nicky.  All Tough And No Brains, From What I Hear, Just Like Hopkins There.”

Nick said nothing, just slowly gave Jake the finger.  His eyes were smoldering.

Jake laughed harshly.  “Just What I’d Expect From An Italian Jackass.  Speaking Of Dumb, Where You Been Damon ?  That Gorilla Finally Get The Best Of You ?”

“Ise not be sayin’ stuff about me”, Damon said, pointing at him.

“Ah, Shutup, Yah Dumb Monkey”, Jake said, imitating him.  “Get Over There With Your Little Skank Girlfriend Before I Decide To Shoot The Both Of You.”

Damon seethed, but walked over to Gloria.  If worst came to worst, he could shield her with his big body.  Jake next turned his attention towards Algie, who was now standing in a puddle of his own piss.  “Algie !  How’s It Hanging, Comrade ?  Still Having Those Pesky Bladder Problems, I see ?”

Algie fumbled for something to say.  Fear and Anger were mixing in his head, making him shake.  “You’re....You’re....Not A Nice Person !”, he finally blurted out.

“Oh, Come Now !”, Jake laughed.  “It’s me, Leo Cash, Algie Old Buddy !  Or Maybe You Remember Me Better As Ace Adams, You Got Some Weapon Off Me Once, Don’t You Recall ?”

Algie just stood there in his puddle of piss.  It was hard to tell anything about this monster without his glasses.

“Or Maybe”, Jake continued, “Just Maybe, You Remember Me As Just Jake, The One Who Blew You Nut Off !!!!”

Algie’s eyes were budging. “That....That Was YOU ?!?”  It comically appeared that steam was coming out of his ears. 

“Sure Was !” Jake said with a big grin on his face. “Don’cha Remember, I Told You I’d Personally Bring Your Attacker To You Face To Face.  Well Here I am !”

“AAAUUUGGGHHH !!!!!  I’M SO ANGRY !!!!!!!!!”, Algie suddenly screamed.  He reached around in his back pocket and pulled out a Stink Bomb, the only thing that Damon had let him pull out of the pile down at the Football Field.  He whipped it around with the intention of throwing it at Jake, but his sweat-coated hand betrayed him.  The bottle slipped from his fingers as he went to throw it, and it fell to the pavement a few feet away, breaking and sending up a cloud of noxious, green, choking smoke.

Algie turned to run, but Jake was quicker.  Sighting on Algie through the smoke, Jake fired a pellet round into the biggest target, Algie’s big fat ass.  “OH, CRITICAL HIT !!!!!”, Algie screamed as he tumbled over, but he scrambled to his stubby legs and shambled off again.  Jake sighted again and fired another pellet into Algie’s thigh.  Algie crumpled to the pavement and lay howling in pain.

“BLOCK THAT OFF !!”,  Jake shouted, “DON’T LET THEM ESCAPE !!!”  Some of the Nerds were making a break towards the Library.   Kenny swiveled to the side and sent a shower of bullets smashing into the pavement in front of them, and the panicky Nerds reversed course and moved back towards the quad.  Denny continued to guard the West pathway, showing a menacing look to the Preps who looked in danger of bolting.  The ruse worked, although both Punks were still under orders from Sid not to shoot any kids with the SRS Rifles.  If any had broke and run, they wouldn’t have been able to stop them.

But one person did escape as the green smoke from the Stink Bomb temporarily covered the Eastside wall separating the Quad from the Boy’s Dorm, and he leapt the shortcut in the wall without anyone seeing him.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Sid tore down the pathway leading to the Bullworth Dam as fast as the Go-Cart could go.  When he reached the part where the pathway dipped down, he brought the Cart to a halt.  “One of you, GET OFF, and cover this path !  It’s too small for their vehicles to get down here !”

Sean obediently jumped off and flattened himself on the trail.  Anybody coming over the rise would eat lead.  Sid gunned the Go-Cart again and went on, driving past the face of the dam and continuing to the other end.  Here the pathway widened out into two branches....One that eventually went to the Church & Graveyard, the other that paralleled the water and went under the North Bridge.  Sid Pulled the Go-Cart sideways on the narrow part of the trail.

“Get off here”, he instructed Frankie, “And defend this side.  If anybody tries to get through, shoot them.  Use the Cart as cover.”

Frankie complied.  “Jeezs, what we gonna do Sid ?”

“I’m gonna bluff 'em”, Sid replied.  “We still got a chance to get outta here with the money still.”  That said, Sid hiked back to the face of the Dam.  He silently cursed himself for not checking that tunnel to see if it was blocked.  Sid made few mistakes, but this one was a biggy.  But is was too late for recriminations, what was is what was.  Water under the Dam, so to speak.  Sid was already thinking ahead to his next move.



Sid stopped in the middle of the Dam.  Looking over the pathway fence, he could just make out the big gob of C-4 still stuck to the Dam about 20 feet down.  He backed away to the opposite fence in front of the spillway and sat down.  Removing his Walkie-Talkie from his leather jacket, he keyed the transmit button.

“Starkweather, you there ?”, he said into the unit.  “Judge, you better answer.”

A few seconds ticked by.  Then, the speaker crackled.  “Where are you Boy ?”, the Judge came back, a trace of humor in his voice.  “We’re waiting for you over here to give in to your demands !”

Sure you are, you old Bastard, Sid thought.  He keyed the unit again. “Change of plans, Starkweather.  Bringing your Toy Soldier boys in here wasn’t part of our deal.”

“I had nothing to do with that !”, the Judge replied back, but he didn’t sound real happy about it.

Sid didn’t know weather to believe that or not, but it didn’t matter.  “Here’s how it gonna be, Judgey.  You are to bring all the Bank’s cash out here to the Dam in exactly one hour.  Back off all them soldier boys and give us free access out of here with the money.  If not, I’m gonna blow the Dam.”

“You won’t do that”, Judge Starkweather scoffed.  “You’ll be killed.”

“And YOU’LL be Drowned !”, Sid shot back.  “I have a pressure-sensitive detonator in my hand at this moment.  You tell them Weekend Warriors that any moves against us, any snipers, anything, and this Dam’s toast.  There’s enough explosive here to bring the whole thing down, you got it ?  ONE HOUR !!”

Sid released the transmit button and shut the Walkie-Talkie off before Starkweather could reply.  Sid was telling a fib, in reality he just had a regular detonator, not a pressure-sensitive one, but they wouldn’t know that.  It would buy them some time, and perhaps their freedom if his bluff worked.  Sid felt in his jacket for the detonator.  It was safe there, all that was needed was to enter the code and press the button.  He sat back to wait.
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[BloodChuckZ]

To say that Trent Northwick had mixed feelings was kind of an understatement.  A bully boy through and through, he was the second-toughest Bully after Russell on campus.  He actually enjoyed bullying the newer and younger kids, as he put it, “It helps make men out of the new kids”, and even believed his Bullying was ‘showing them the ropes’.  But at times, he would show another side, actually defending the very kids he bullied.  He liked Girls, but also liked Boys, particularly Kirby Olsen, in a strange sort of way.  Sent to Bullworth at his Father’s behest, he simultaneously hated the place and enjoyed it. 

Such was his quandary now.  He had worked for Jake in the past, even helped him after Jake had fled school after the Greaser’s Car incident.  But he had also helped Tony, and had come clean to him about Jake later.  The main thing to Trent though, was respect.  Even though his fellow bullies had allowed him back, due to Russell’s insistence, he had never fully regained their respect after his bi-sexual tendencies had been revealed.  Worse, the rest of the campus no longer feared him and cracked jokes at his expense.  Formerly easily bullied kids openly defied him now.

Trent was appalled that Jake had actually taken control of the school.  And in Trent’s muddled mind, he could see just what was going to happen.  Jake had treated Trent as his lap-dog before, and now Trent would probably wind up as Jake’s slave.  If things had been bad before, they were just about to get a whole hell of a lot worse.  But a lightening revelation came suddenly to Trent’s usually dull thoughts as Algie's attempt to throw the Stink Bomb had failed.  In a flash, Trent saw how he could perhaps tip the balance this very morning and become a hero.  And heros are always respected no matter what kind of dumb assholes they were.

Trent’s location played a major part in these events.  The Bully Clique had been herded into the Quad just near to the break in the wall that was the shortcut to the Boy’s Dorm.  And there was something in the Dorm that he could use.  Without bothering to think too deeply about it, Trent snuck to the wall as the greenish gas of the Stink Bomb was obscuring the area, and hopped the wall.  He ran for the Dorm at full speed.  Jake and the two Punks, occupied as they were, failed to notice his escape.

Inside the dorm, Trent ran to Wade’s room. The door was locked, but with a few kicks, Trent sprung it open.  He then spent several minutes looking for what he had come for, overturning mattresses and yanking out every drawer in the dresser.  Finally, his searching hand found the item in the bottom drawer buried under some of Wade’s smelly underpants.  With a cry of relief, he snatched up Mr. Luntz’s Desert Eagle Gun.
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[BloodChuckZ]

The line of dark green government cars emerged from the tunnel, some peeling off at the first turn at the corner where the Ice Cream Shop was located, it’s windows blown out and cones scattered in the street in front of it.  While the lead cars went on down Vale Boulevard, the others were headed to the mansions of Vale Valley Drive to effect the arrests of Harrington, Spencer, and any other of the rich corporate snobs who had been running the Vale Valley with an Iron Fist for the past uncounted years.

Riding in the lead car, Mr. Smith was horrified at all the damage done to his town.  “I made this town, I built it up !  Almost every house and building around here is my work !”, he mourned as he surveyed the storefront scenes.  “You know, no one else would have a place to live in this town without me !  This is gotta be one of the worst things I’ve seen in all my years !”

The two Agents in the back seat remained silent.  Like all the Agents, they were equipped with some serious weaponry, from .50-caliber rifles, 870 shotguns, MP5/10 submachine guns, M-4 carbine rifles and .308 caliber rifles.  For handguns, the Agents also carried Smith & Wesson .357 Combat Magnums and Colt Government Model .38 Supers.  Agent Hosty, driving the car, only asked for directions.  Mr. Smith directed him over the South Bridge.  Passing Bullworth Academy, Mr. Smith took a glance through the gates as they went by.  It looked as if some sort of assembly was going on in front of the school.  By comparison to the rest of the towns, the school looked relatively unscathed.  The car banked left around the curve and across the Great Steel Truss Bridge and onto Main Street, where it slowed to pick it’s way around the chunks of debris and hollow-eyed Townspeople wandering about in shocked and dazed conditions after enduring the horrors of the past day and night. 

Several National Guard vehicles were scattered about, and Guardsmen were everywhere on the streets, it seemed.  They had moved swiftly to restore order, and the looting had been stopped.  Agent Hosty drove around a Troop Transport Truck and zagged onto Courthouse Drive, pulling up to stop at the base of the Courthouse steps.  The Agents and Mr. Smith exited the car.  Up at the top of steps, by the front door, stood Captain Curry and Judge Starkweather engaged in an earnest conversation.

“Captain Curry”, Agent Hosty said, approaching him. 

“Agent Hosty, Sir”, the Captain replied.  “The Judge here has just been making me aware of the current situation regarding the Terroristic Activities.  It seems that they are threatening to blow up the Dam and flood the place.”

“Is that possible ?”, Agent Hosty asked.  “Flood the whole area ?”

“Probably not the whole area, Sir, but it would cause a lot of damage”, Captain Curry replied, “Not to mention possible civilian casualties.”

“Then they must be stopped at all costs, Captain”, Agent Hosty said.

“There are....Some complications, Sir”, Captain Curry said hesitantly, then detailed the situation including the demands for money and safe passage.

“I see”, Agent Hosty said, and turned to the Judge.  “Are you Starkweather ?”

“Yes, I am, and what’s the meaning of this ?”, demanded Judge Starkweather.  “I don’t have time for this, I have to negotiate with these scum before they sink us all !”

“The Captain here will take over the negotiations, Judge Starkweather.  You are under arrest.”, Agent Hosty told him.  He motioned the other Agents over.  “Agent Greer, Agent Keller, take this man into custody.”

The Agents complied, grabbing Judge Starkweather’s arms and handcuffing him after reliving him of the Walkie-Talkie.  “Hey, What Is This ?”, the Judge snarled, his face flushing an angry red.

“There’s a Federal Warrant for your arrest for Interstate Misappropriation of Public Funds, among other things”, Agent Hosty said. “Take him away, boys.”

“This Is Insane !”, Judge Starkweather cried.  “I’m not going down alone !  Harrington and Spencer and the lot of them are to blame !”

“Mr. Harrington and Mr. Spencer are also being arrested as we speak”, Agent Hosty said shortly, “Along with others named in the indictments.”

“Carcer !”, Judge Starkweather said with desperation in his voice.  “Carcer is their Lapdog !  It’s he who should be arrested !”

“I believe he’s being arrested right now”, Agent Hosty said, pointing down the street, where a group of Agents were leading Chief Carcer from the Bullworth Police Station in handcuffs to a waiting government car.

Judge Starkweather looked like he was having a stroke.  His wide-eyed gaze fell on Mr. Smith standing at the bottom of the Courthouse Steps.  “SMITH !!”, he screamed. “This Is All Your Doing !”

“I had nothing to do with you gettin’ arrested, Bucco”, Mr. Smith replied, unable to hide a gleeful smile.  “I TOLD you to get help yesterday.  You shoulda listened to me.”

The Agents dragged Judge Starkweather down to their car.  “I’ll Get You For This, Smith !!!”, he screamed as they stuffed him inside. 

Not bloody likely”, Mr. Smith said.  “I’ve been around a long time, and I’ve never seen an Idiot like you !”

As the Judge sat ranting in the car, Mr. Smith wandered up the steps where he overheard the conversation going on between Agent Hosty and Captain Curry.  In this way he came to know that the reprehensible assholes who had wrought so much damage on his beloved towns were, this very minute, down at the Dam, just itching to finish destroying his life’s work. 

“Take over the negotiations, Captain”, Agent Hosty was saying.  “Keep these Terrorists from blowing that Dam sky high until their capture can be affected.  Let me know the minute your men can arrange their surrender.  If they refuse, take them out.”

“Yes Sir”, Captain Curry replied, and begin working the Walkie-Talkie to attempt to establish contact.  Agent Hosty looked around for Mr. Smith then, as he had forgotten about his presence, but Mr. Smith was nowhere to be seen.
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[BloodChuckZ]

“ORDER !!!!  I WILL HAVE ORDER !!!!!”, Jake hollered over his Bullhorn, which then gave a hideous feedback squeal.

“Finding it hard to keep things under control ?”, Dr. Crabblesnitch, now the former head of Bullworth Academy, said with a smirk.

Jake whipped around. “SHUDDUP OLD MAN !!  I CAN CONTROL THINGS JUST FINE.”  Jake jabbed the Air Rifle in his direction to make his point.  Dr. Crabblesnitch went silent, but the smirk remained, morphing into a look of disgust.

“THAT GOES FOR ALL OF YOU !!!” Jake ranted.  “I’M THE KING HERE.  KING !!!!  YOU WILL DO AS I SAY !!!”

“King Of Nothing !!”, Tony spouted suddenly.  Jake turned his hateful glare on his nemesis.  Karen blanched as Jake’s rifle swung around on Tony.  Undeterred, Tony continued. “A Nothing Ruler of a Nothing Place.  Is that what you really want, Jake ?  You think these kids are gonna bow down to you and call you God after all the shit you’ve done ?  Seriously ?”

“CALDERONE, YOU BEST BE WATCHING WHAT YOU SAY”, Jake said in a deadly voice. “YOU GOT PAYBACK COMING, PAYBACK FOR BEING A TRAITOR, PAYBACK FOR INTERFERING IN MY PLANS, PAYBACK FOR BEING A TOTAL SHITASS.  THIS IS YOUR LAST DAY OF SCHOOL, MUTHER FUCKER, AND I’M GONNA ENJOY KICKING YOUR ASS BEFORE YOU LEAVE.”

“Well Then, You’ll Just Have To Kick My Ass Too !”, Nick spoke up, and moved closer to Tony.
“And Mine Too !”,  Laurent hollered.
“Make That Mine, Also !”, Constantinos stepped forward.
“Mine Too !”, Ray said, stepping bravely forward.
“Don’t Forget About Mine !”, Jimmy said.
“Or Mine Either !”, Ted spoke up.
 
Cries of ‘Mine Too !’ began to echo about the quad. Jake,his eyes bulging in rage, looked out on the mass of students he had forcefully gathered.  “YOU’RE ALL INSANE !!!!”, he shouted.

“You See Jake ?”, Tony went on.  “You’re Not Gonna Rule Anyone Here.  We Won’t Let You.”

Jake threw the Bullhorn aside.  “Then...I’ll Just Have To Shoot You All !!”, he said, and brought the Air Rifle to bear on Tony and his friends.

“You’re The REAL Chickenshit, Jake”, Tony said, cuttingly.

“I’M NOT A CHICKENSHIT !!!”, Jake screamed.  “I Can Whip You All !!!!”

“Com’on, Jake, Your Beef Isn’t With All These People”, Tony said calmly.  “Your Beef Is With Me, Isn’t It ?  Why Don’t You Just Fight Me ?”  Tony paused.  “Unless You’re Afraid.”

“I AIN’T AFRAID OF NOBODY !!!” Jake screamed once more.  “OK, Mr. Big Man Tony, YOU AND ME, RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW !!!”

“It Wouldn’t Be Much Of A Fair Fight Unless You Dropped Your Weapons !”, Tony called. 

Jake Swore.  He unslung his Air Rifle and tossed it over to Denny, who caught it one-handed.  He then unholstered his Spud Gun and dumped the spuds out on the pavement behind him before casting it aside.  He jumped down the railing and onto the steps.  “Just You And Me, Shithead”, Jake growled, his face lit up like a crazy man.  “Back Your Buddies Away !”

Tony nodded to his friends.  “Back off....He’s all mine, understood ?”  Nick, Laurent, Constantinos, Ray, Jimmy, and Zoe all backed away from the center of the quad, leaving Tony alone.  Karen cried out, “Oh, No Tony !”, and Zoe went to her and spoke a few words.  Tears streaming down her cheeks, Karen nodded and was silent.

Jake advanced on Tony.  “You Should Listen To Your Woman There”, he said.  “I’m Gonna Fuck You Up !!!!!!"
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[BloodChuckZ]

Mr. Smith, who often said, “I may be old, but I still run like the wind”, was down around the corner before anyone knew it.  Going at a steady trot past the Oil Spill Station, he saw up ahead all kinds of Soldiers clogging the pathway leading down to the Dam.  A burst of gunfire sounded, and the Soldiers suddenly moved back, taking up defensive positions.  There would be no getting down there that way anytime soon, which was what Mr. Smith had in mind.  Behind him, a unit of Soldiers, hearing the gunfire, were coming on a run.  They totally ignored Mr. Smith and ran past him, going to the North side of the North Bridge, which faced the Dam, and taking up firing positions along the length of the railing.  Undeterred, Mr. Smith traversed the North Bridge, for on the West side there a pathway that ran to a beach area by the Vale Pagoda.  A splinter pathway curled around and led under the North Bridge there, and eventually to the forked path that went to the Dam.  Likely that the Soldiers hadn’t had time to find out about that one yet. 

By the time Mr. Smith strolled around under the North Bridge, the bridge itself was packed with solders along the rail on the North side.  The bridge was being cordoned off, and no civilians were being allowed to pass there.  As Mr. Smith drew closer to the forked trail, he could see that he wasn’t the only Townsperson to get the idea to come down here to this place.  There was a small crowd gathering there.  As Mr. Smith drew closer, he could see his old rival, Mr. Breckindale, who was his main competitor back in the good old days, before the Harringtons and Spencers and the others had spread their money and their own brand of corruption about here.  There was Dr. Bambillo, the Towns nutty Psychiatrist who also doubled as the Town Dentist, dispensing his own brand of advice while drilling teeth at his store, the Mental Dental.  Claiming that Mental Patients need good teeth too, he often remarked that if it weren’t for crazy people, he would have to get a real job. 

There was Mr. Huntingdon, former owner of the Burger Joint franchise until it went bankrupt due to the closed-off nature of the Vale Valley engineered by the Harringtons and others, who then snapped up the Burger Joint at Tax Sale and recently had hired a jobless Mr. Huntingdon back to manage the place after they re-opened it.  There was Mr. Martin, owner of the Crab Shack, who set Crab Traps in the bay and hired schoolkids to go out and collect them for two dollars a trap.  Mr. Moratti, the Italian Towns Barber from The Happy Mullet, Mr. Oh, the General Manager of the three Yum-Yum Markets in the Vale Valley,  a couple of other townsfolk that Mr. Smith knew, Mr. Ramirez and Mr. Sullivan. 

Standing there also was Bethany Jones and Tobias Mason, proprietor of the two Shiny Bike Shops.  They were rumored to be a hot item, now that she had dumped her former boyfriend-in-waiting, Mr. Breckindale, when he had finally stood her up one time too many.  Off in the background was Mr. Svenson, the Valley’s only Postman and Mail Carrier.  So little mail came through from the outside world these days that it was a small miracle he had much of anything to deliver at all.  Well, Mr. Smith reflected, that would probably change after today.

Mr. Smith could see that they were standing mostly in a group, waving their fists at an Individual crouched down behind one of those Go-Cart things from the Carnival.  That the person had a good-sized rifle pointed at them didn’t seem to faze them in the least.  Mr. Smith hurried along to join the group.  They were shouting things at the lone person with the rifle, oblivious to any danger.

“Human Waste !”, Yelled Dr. Bambillo.
“Looser !”, trumpeted Mr. Martin.
“Better Not Mess With The Big Cat !”, went Mr. Breckindale.
“He’s Off His Rocker !”, that from Mr. Sullivan.
“Bunch Of Hooligans !, shot out Mr. Ramirez.

Mr. Smith joined in the yelling. “What kind of load of bull is this ?  I’ve taken enough crap for one day !”  He addressed the others.   “Com’on guys, let’s get a good old fashioned ass kicking happening !”

The Townspeople moved closer.  Frankie stood up and leveled the SRS Rifle at them. “That’s Close Enough !  Don’t Come Any Further !”

But the Townspeople, outraged by the happenings of the past day and night, took no notice.  They kept moving in.  Frankie hesitated as to what he should do.  Sid had told him to shoot anyone who tried to get through, but unarmed Townspeople ?  They had never shot down anyone in cold-blooded murder before.  And, there was too many of them.  Frankie couldn’t just shoot them all, now could he ?

Mr. Smith was now at the head of the pack.  “I’m a Tiger, an animal, I’ll tear you apart !”, he snarled, closing to within a few feet of Frankie. 

Someone in the crowd had picked up a good sized rock, and now hurled it at Frankie with uncanny accuracy.  The chunk hit Frankie in the head, causing him to drop his weapon.  Mr. Smith charged in.  “I’ll whup you good !  I’ve had it up to here with you !”, he said as he plowed into Frankie.  His angle was just slightly off, due to the position of the Go-Kart, and Frankie went down on his ass but was able to push Mr. Smith away from him.  Mr. Smith went into a roll, being carried by his forward motion.  Frankie snatched up his Rifle from a sitting position, but the other Townspeople were closing in on him.  He fired off a few rounds into the dirt in front of him, and they stopped advancing, but didn’t run.

“What’s Wrong With You People !”, Frankie cried, “Are You All Insane ?!?”

Frankie didn’t dare turn his gaze away from the angry mob of Townspeople, and he fully expected Mr. Smith to attack him from behind.  But, as he struggled to his feet, he heard Mr. Smith’s footsteps running away.  Fuck It, Frankie thought, Sid Has A Gun, Let Him Deal With That Old Bastard.  Frankie couldn’t defend in front of him and behind him at the same time.

Mr. Smith had intended to return to fight Frankie.  But then he spied Sid on the dam, and with a shock, recognized just who it was.  Mr. Smith began running towards him.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Although he had found the Gun, Trent needed other things to make it work.  He searched again through Wade’s drawers for a bent coin to jam into the barrel. Not finding one, he tore up the room again, overturning mattresses and beds, tipping over the dresser and desk.  Nothing.

Trent’s slow mind tried to think.  He knew Russell had bent up some more coins for the gun, but just who had them ?  Troy ?  Tom ?  Ethan ?   Trent ran out of Wade’s room (who he shared with Davis), and went to Troy’s room.  He had to kick open the door here, too.  Rummaging through it just as he had Wade’s room, he came up empty as well.  Since Tom also roomed there, that left Ethan’s room.  Trent went and kicked in the door to Ethan’s room and began all over again.  Finally, he found a stash of the bent coins in the desk drawer and grabbed them. 

Now, he needed gunpowder.  That commodity had been in short supply again lately, since Dr. Watts had taken to hiding his chemicals again.  This had happened in the past, and usually went on until the absent-minded old chemist forgot and started leaving them out again to be swiped from class.  And, none of the Bullies had any left, either.  After their drug trade had collapsed with the jailing of the Townies, the Bullies had chickened out of their plans to rob ‘Rocket In My Pocket’ of gunpowder, putting it off until a later time.

Since everyone had been stripped of weapons, including Firecrackers, down at the Football Field, that left out the possibility of him, or anyone else, having them in their possession.  Trent really thought hard.  The Nerds certainly had some, they always had everything it seemed....But they no longer bunked at the Dorm, having moved full time down to the Observatory.  Fact was, the only people still left in the Dorm were the Bullies and the Non-Clique kids....The Jocks had their own digs now, the Greasers stayed at the Autoshop, and the Preps had never lived here.

Then it struck him, there ought to be some in Tony & Nick’s room.  Trent remembered that Jimmy had his own Chemistry set, and was pretty sure that Tony did too.  He headed to their room.  Trent hesitated for a minute, not really wanting to break in because he didn’t really want an ass kicking from either Nick or Tony for doing so.  In the end, he rationalized, if he could pull this off, he became certain they would forgive him.  He kicked open the door with three well-placed kicks and went inside.

Tony and Nick didn’t use their Chem Set as much as Jimmy had, he saw.  There is was, sorta shoved into a corner of the room by the desk, with a layer of thin dust on it.  He began rifling through it and at last found what he was after.....A small handful of gunpowder.  There was some little baggies there, and he carefully dumped the gunpowder in it.  Trent left the room and went to the Common Room.

The last item was easy.  All he had to do to get some tabs to use for the firing pin to strike off a spark against was to buy some drinks out of the Beam Cola machine.  Trent scrabbled in his pockets and came up with two dollars.  It would have to do.  Trent bought two drinks, gulping down the fowl-tasting beverage.  The morning’s events had left him thirsty.  He kept the tabs and tossed the cans aside.  Moving to the card table, he laid out his items. 

First, he stuck one of the tabs behind the firing pin, then stood the gun on it’s end and carefully poured some of the gunpowder from the baggie into the barrel.  Remembering an Idea he saw in an old movie once, he stepped over the the couch and tore a couple of small strips off the upholstery, then returned to the table.  Grabbing a pencil lying there, he used it to ram a small piece of cloth down the barrel for wadding.  Finally, he took one of the bent coins and jammed it into the barrel using to pencil end to tamp it down.

Now, he was ready.  Trent put the extra items in his pockets, including the pencil.  But all this had taken him quite a bit of time.  Would he be too late ?  Trent hurried out of the Boy’s Dorm on his way to his destiny.
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[BloodChuckZ]

The two boys warily circled each other after Jake had come down the steps.  The crowed of students, who had move back to give room, moved in again and formed a crescent pattern around the fighters, a slight variation of the time-honored fight circle, extending from the wall of the patio and circling around the Quad and then back to the wall of the patio again. 

A few of the Nerds gathered around the prone figure of Algie, still laying off to the side of the action and moaning.  A few even began to feel sorry for him.  Even after all that he had done, Algie was still one of them, drummed out of the Brotherhood or not.  Melvin pleaded with the closest gunman, Kenny, to let them get help for Algie.  Kenny just ignored Melvin’s pleadings, turning a deaf ear to him as he smugly watched the crowd. 

Jake landed the first blow, a glancing shot on Tony’s shoulder.  Tony gave ground, moving backwards, and quickly recovered.  “Why Don’t You Give It Up, Jake ?  Nobody’s Going To Follow You, Nobody !”

“We’ll See About That !”, Jake growled.  “Once I Beat You, I’ll Take Care Of Your Little Friends Too !  All Will Bow Down Before Me !”

Jake capped that last statement off with a huge roundhouse right at Tony’s head.  Tony easily ducked under it and, coming up, tattooed two hard punches into Jake’s right lower ribcage.  Jake slung out his leg and kicked Tony away.

“Cheap Shot !”, Jake gasped.  “You Fight Like A Pussy !”

“Is That Why You Ran From Me Jake ?”, Tony taunted.  “Is That Why You’re A Psychotic Asswipe ?”

“I’M NOT A PSYCO !!!!!”, Jake screamed, and rushed at Tony.  He swung and missed, giving Tony a opportunity to bust him the mouth.  Jake backed away, wiping a trickle of blood away.  “You’re Gonna Pay For That !!!”, he snarled.

“How, Jake ?” Tony taunted again. “Just How Am I Gonna Pay For That ?  An Extra Box Of Clothing ?  Aquaberry Sweaters ?  What Kind Of Payment You Want ?  Cash ?”

But Tony had dropped his guard slightly while he was talking.  Jake had snuck ever closer, and then delivered a strong left upside Tony’s head.  Tony reeled backwards, stunned by the blow.  As Jake rushed him to take advantage of the blow, Tony spun and used a leg sweep out of desperation, a move that Nick had taught him. 

Jake’s legs were swept out from under him, and like a cartoon character, he flipped and fell on his ass.  A little disoriented by the blow, Tony staggered to where Jake was attempting to get up and fell on him.  Both boys grappled, rolling about in the litter of the Quad for several minutes.  Close punches were thrown, ribs elbowed, chokeholds attempted and rejected, knees to the nuts blocked.  Each time one attempted to get to his feet, the other would pull him down, and the street wrestling would continue anew.

Outside Melvin, who was tending to Algie, the other students stood transfixed to the spectacle of the Boss Fight happening in front of them.  Against their fear, they began rooting for Tony, at first in a low mummer, and then increasingly louder.  But one student’s gaze was transfixed, not on the fight, but on the two Punks guarding over the fight.  As latent memories fell into place in his head with a sudden force, he whispered, “That’s Them !”, and then louder, repeating, "That’s Them !!!”

His brother Bo, who had been watching the fight, heard him and turned towards him. “What’chu talkin’ bout, Lance ?”

“That’s Them !!”, Lance repeated.  “That the Assholes that crippled me !  That’s the Punks !!”
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[BloodChuckZ]

Captain Curry was on the North Bridge, binoculars in hand.  Along the railing of the bridge were about 20 soldiers, along with four Sharpshooters equipped with M-110 Sniper Rifles.  Frustratingly, though Captain Curry could see the target, a man on the walkway in front of the spillway on the Bullworth Dam, he couldn’t order any of his men to take him out.  Sighting him through the binoculars had confirmed what he had been told, that the man possessed some type of detonator in hand, reported to be a Pressure-Sensitive Detonator.  If he were to let go of the trigger for any reason, the bomb on the Dam would be exploded.  The Captain had been unable to verify if the detonator was that type or not, but he couldn’t afford to take chances. 

He had spotted the Bomb.  It appeared to be a huge glob of C-4, stuck to the Dam about 20 feet or so below where the man was standing.  Not knowing what explosives were being used as the trigger, he was reluctant to have his Sharpshooters fire on it in an attempt to knock it loose.     

Communications with the man had been brief and unproductive.  The man had just repeated their demands for money and safe passage, and had set the time limit at 30 minutes.  Then communication had been terminated.  Further Attempts at contact had been futile. 

The Captain raised his binoculars to his eyes again and scanned the area.  The man was pacing back and forth on the walkway, holding the detonator and what appeared to be a handgun, possibly a .45 caliber.  Scanning to the right, he could not see the other man flattened down on the narrow trail, but could see the barrel of his weapon.  When he scanned left, he saw something that disturbed him.

“Sargent Carter !”, he barked.  The Sargent, who was nearby, came running over.  “What are those Civilians doing over there ?”, he said, indicating where the trails branched to the left of the Dam.  They appeared to clustered near another man with a Rifle, standing by some kind of small vehicle.  The crowd of Townspeople were off to the left of him. 

“Um...I Don’t know Sir”, the Sargent replied. “We haven’t gotten down there yet.”

“Well, Get Down There Then, Sargent !”, Captain Curry ordered crisply. “Take A Detachment !”

“Uh, Yes Sir !”, Sargent Carter said, and went off to gather his troops.  Captain Curry was about to take another look when another Sargent named Billingsly came trotting up.  “Captain, Sir, we got a communication from that Federal Agent guy, uh, Hosty, his name is.”

“What is the message, Sargent ?”, the Captain requested.

“Um...Seems that Police Chief, er, Carcer, seems that guy has been singing like a bird.  He said there’s more of these guys around, these Terrorists.  He said that we should check out that School we passed on the way in, there was an explosion there yesterday.  Thinks the other Bombers might be over there.”

“I see”, Captain Curry said. “Have you been able to sweep the rest of the Towns ?”

“Yes Sir”, Sargent Billingsly reported.  “They are secure at this time, Sir.  No evidence of any of these other Bombers.”

The Captain digested that information for a few seconds, then he ordered, “Take a Detachment, 20 men, over to that School and check it out”, he said, and as an afterthought, said, “Take a Sniper also.  We’re at a standoff here for the moment.  Take Corporal Pyle.  He’s a keen shot.”

Yes Sir, Right Away Sir !”  The Sargent saluted and went off to carry out his orders.

Before he could raise his binoculars to look again, another officer, a Lieutenant Howard, approached him.  “Sir, we found that Fire Chief you requested, fellow named O’Rouke.”

“Very Good Lieutenant”, Captain Curry returned briskly.  “See if his men can rig up a fire hose on that trail over there by their station.  We can’t get close enough to that gunman guarding that path, maybe we can force him back with a stream of water.”

“Well, uh, Sir, that’s just it...”, the Lieutenant replied uncomfortably, “We, uh, we were only able to find him.  No crew.”

The Captain’s eyes crossed.  This was one damn strange place.  “You mean....He’s the only Fireman here ?”

Lieutenant Howard shrugged.  “Um....I don’t know Sir.  Looks that way.”

Captain Curry squeezed his eyes shut for a moment.  “OK, Lieutenant, take some men if you have to, and see if we can’t make this happen.  And make it snappy, we’re running out of time.”

“Sir, I’ll get right on it Sir !”, Lieutenant Howard snapped a salute and left to carry out the order. 
By the time Captain Curry focused his binoculars on the gunman to the left, the situation had changed.  As he watched, the Civilians began pressing towards the man by the Cart.  The Captain watched with mounting unease as one of them appeared to throw something at the man, then he saw another older man, dressed in some sort of floral shirt, actually attack the man.  The two man tangled briefly, and the older man was thrown forward on the pathway towards the Dam.  The gunman raised himself to a sitting position and fired off his weapon, stopping the other Civilians from advancing further.  The older man in the floral shirt, Captain Curry saw, got to his feet and began running towards the man at the Dam with the detonator.

Shit, This Is Not Good, he thought.

“LOOK LIVELY !”, Captain Curry ordered. “SOMETHING’S GOING DOWN !!”
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[BloodChuckZ]

Mr. Smith began pelting down the pathway towards Sid at the Dam.  At first, Sid seemed unaware of his approach, as he was partially turned away.  The noise of the water coming over the spillway was louder that Mr. Smith’s approaching footsteps.  Sid had been pacing back and forth along a 16-foot steel grating that was a part of the path and went the length of the spillway, and had been looking to see if Sean was still in place.  As he turned to walk back, Mr. Smith was just reaching the other side of the steel grating.  Sid whipped around his gun and pointed it at him.

“That’s Far Enough !”, Sid warned.  “How’d you get through....?”  Sid’s eyes searched for Frankie but couldn’t see him due to the soft curve of the path and a tree that blocked his view.  Mr. Smith had come to a halt at the edge of the grating, and Sid advanced towards him.  Finally he was able to get an angle of sight to verify that Frankie was indeed still up at the top of the pathway.  Some other people were gathered there as well, and Frankie was holding his rifle on them.  He appeared to be waving it around and cursing.  “How’d you get past Frankie ?”, Sid asked again.

 “Don’t you dare do anything else !”, Mr. Smith exclaimed, ignoring Sid’s question.

“You better get your ass back up there, Old Man”, Sid said, waving the gun. “I Ain’t Playin’ !”

“Whadda you doing out here, Sid ?”, Mr. Smith said, refusing to move.

Sid’s eyes narrowed.  “How do you know me, Old Man ?  I don’t know you !”

“Don’t you know who the hell I am ?”, Mr. Smith asked.  “I’m Mr. Smith, of Smith Developments.  I made this goddam town !!  I worked my way up outta the slums, and wound up creating a Development Empire !!”

“Well, La-De-Da !”, Sid said mockingly. “That don’t mean SHIT to me !”

“No ?”, Mr. Smith returned, just as mockingly.  “Have you never created...An Empire ?”

“Yeah, I’m making one right now, and you’re in the way”, Sid replied snidely.

“You guys are worthless !!”, Mr. Smith exclaimed.  “The problem with you Punks is you think you own the world !!”

There is was again.  “How do you know us ?”, Sid demanded roughly.

“I make it my business to know things !”, Mr. Smith answered, “ So Blow it out your ass !”

Sid came closer and jabbed his gun in Mr. Smith’s somewhat sizable stomach. “Listen, you Old Fuck !!  There’s a Bomb strapped to this Dam about 20 feet down, and I got my fingers on the trigger !!  SO MOVE YOUR ASS BACK UP THAT PATH !!!”

“Don’t talk that way to me, you little piece of crap !”, Mr Smith hissed.  “I ain’t afraid of you !  I am 10 times the man you’ll ever be !!”

“I Said, MOVE IT !!”, Sid snarled, getting close to loosing his cool.

“Leave me the friggin’ hell alone !", Mr. Smith protested.  “Stop touching me, Meatbrain !!"

Sid was coming to realize that the only way he was going to rid himself of this troublesome character was to either shoot him in outright murder, no doubt in front of scores of witness watching from the path and even the bridge, or to come up with something else.  Sid decided to motivate the old bastard with fear.  He pushed away from Mr. Smith and walked a few feet away.  Tucking his gun up under his arm, he raised his other hand and punched in the codes on the detonator to trigger the bomb on the Dam.   

“Ha-Ha, you’re a joke”, Mr. Smith said as Sid walked away.  Then, as Sid was entering the codes, he frowned.  “What’s the big idea, Snoteater ?”

“I’m Gonna blow this Dam right the Hell Now, unless you Get The Fuck Off !!!”, Sid replied.

Mr. Smith stood open-mouthed.  “What kind of person are you ?  Have you seen yourself lately ?”

“The kind that gets things done”, Sid replied snidely.  “A Turd like you oughtta understand that, Smith.  I’m gonna blow up this here Dam, and turn your Empire into Dust !!!”

Suddenly enraged, Mr. Smith shouted, “What Right Do You Got ?  I Paid For That !!  I PAID FOR THIS WHOLE DAMN TOWN !!!!”

Mr. Smith suddenly rushed at Sid, who was wholly unprepared for such an attack.  As he reached for his gun nestled in the crook of his arm, Mr. Smith barreled into him.  Sid was thrown back into the railing by the spillway and the gun became dislodged, clattering to the steel grating, bouncing through a gap in the rail, and plunking into the water flowing from the spillway.  In a flash, the water pressure pushed it out over the Dam and into the water far below.

“YOU OLD FUCK !!!!!” Sid screamed, and lashed out with his leg, landing a kick to Mr. Smith’s gut. 

Mr. Smith doubled over in pain.  “AHHUGH !  That still smarts, even at my age !”  But he quickly recovered, straightening up. “ I still got the fight in me, you’ll see !!”

“Yeah, We Will See, You OLD BASTARD !!”, Sid yelled, close to coming unglued.

“You sure you can handle me ?”, Mr. Smith beckoned.  “I’m gonna humiliate you !”

With a curse, Sid plowed into Mr. Smith and they both went tumbling.  Rolling on the steel grating, Mr. Smith was able to get in some shots of his own on Sid, whacking his head and kneeing him in the nuts.  Sid was totally taken by surprise at how much strength the old fart possessed.  Sid was further handicapped by the fact that he didn’t dare loose his grip on the detonator.  If those soldiers watching from the bridge saw him let loose of it, they would know he was lying about it being Pressure Sensitive, and then all bets would be off.  They would likely target him with Sniper weapons that they were sure to have.

The two scrambled to their feet.  “Do you realize who you’re messing with ?  I can still dance like a prizefighter !”, Mr. Smith boasted. “ I’ll beat you, You Dirtbag !  I’ll string you up by the balls !”

Sid Bashed Mr. Smith in the chest with his free fist in reply.  Mr. Smith just shrugged that off and laid a right and a left across Sid’s face.  “You’re just the same as every other Punk kid I ever seen !”, He said harshly, “Don’t try to rain on my parade, pal.  I’ll cut you down to size !”

The blows stunned Sid momentarily, but he lashed out and caught Mr. Smith in the nuts with his leg. “Get Off The Damn Dam, Yuh FUCK !!, Sid screamed.

“You little piece of crap !  I’ll mangle you when I get ahold of you !”, Mr Smith said through gritted teeth.  “I eat pieces of crap like you for Breakfast !!!”

“COM’ON THEN !!”, Sid hollered. “I’LL KILL YOU, OLD MAN !!!”

The two reached for each other at the same time and grappled, slinging each other around on the steel grating.  At times they slammed into both the steel railing of the spillway and the steel railing over the Dam face, the rusted railings squealing in protest. 

“You’re useless !  You’re worthless !”, Mr. Smith taunted.

“You’re a washed-up Old Has-Been !” Sid shot back as they grappled.

They continued to grapple, but Sid was still handicapped by still having to hold on to the detonator.  Finally, Mr. Smith got the upper hand.  He swung Sid around and smashed him up against the outer railing directly above where the bomb was, pinning him. 

“It’s All Over For You, Boyo !”, Mr. Smith crowed. “There’s No Escape !!”

But for both there would be no escape.  The combined pressure of the two bodies, added to the years of rust and neglect, finally proved too much for that section of the outer railing to bear.  With a horrible screech, it gave way, and both Sid and Mr. Smith tumbled over the side.

As he fell, Mr. Smith spotted the C-4 Bomb, shadowed against the smooth surface of the Dam.  He reached out as he was falling, and miraculously was able to sink the fat fingers of both his hands onto it.  Sid had gripped the belt of Mr. Smith, and for a half-second, their fall was arrested.  Then the weight of the both of them served to unstick the C-4 off the Dam.  It peeled off the side of the Dam, detonator charges and all, stuck in the clutches of Mr. Smith’s hands.

Sid knew he was finished.  He would drown in the deep water below.  But he wasn’t going out alone.  Letting go of his grip on Mr. Smith, he brought his arms together one last time and pressed the detonator button a split second before they both slammed into the water. 

KAA-BOOM !!!!!!!!!!
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[BloodChuckZ]

A giant waterspout gushed high in the air, higher than even the Dam.  The very slight delay of the signal from Sid’s handheld detonator to the explosives packed in the glob of the C-4 proved to be the saving factor.  The instant the charges went off, Mr. Smith had slammed into the water with the C-4 bomb held tight to his gut.  The water absorbed most of the blast, although the shock wave was transmitted through the water and the ground shook.  The Dam quaked, but held. 

Sid’s two Punk companions didn’t fare well, either.  The Valley shook with the intensity of a low grade Earthquake, enough to knock down Frankie and disorient Sean.  Before he knew it, Frankie was overrun with angry citizens who begin pummeling him.  He was only saved by the arriving Guardsmen who quickly took him into custody.  Sean’s position was overrun by a detachment of Guardsmen before he had time to react.  He meekly surrendered to them at gunpoint.  The Vale Valley had been saved.

Up on the bridge, there was a stunned silence for a moment, as they peered into the depths of the settling water.  There was nothing to be seen, and the bodies of Sid and Mr. Smith would never be found.  It would be presumed that they were eventually washed out to sea.

Captain Curry gave new orders.  It wasn‘t over yet.  “Company A !!  Move Out !! Let’s Get To That School !!!”
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[BloodChuckZ]

For Tony and Jake, their death match had continued.  On their feet once more, Jake was sure he could knock Tony out if only he could get close enough to deliver an overhead smash and pop Tony right in the forehead, but when he tried that, he left himself open and Tony had opened up with an uppercut that sent Jake reeling backwards.  Tony advanced, ready to bash Jake, but Jake managed to nut shot Tony.  Doubled over, Tony gasped as he escaped a vicious kick from Jake.

Cuts were opening up on each fighter’s faces as the battle raged on. The fight had intensified to the point where no words were being exchanged.  The crowd of captive students had seemed to have forgotten their inhibitions about their forced participation and were rooting for Tony like it was the greatest Hole Fight ever.  The Staff, lined up in two parallel rows up on the Patio from the top of the steps chafed at being held hostages by this lunatic and his two companions.

Suddenly, a far-off loud explosion ripped through the air and the ground trembled.  Everyone froze for almost 30 seconds as the Quad went silent.  Tony and Jake paused in their fight.  The two Punks, still standing guard atop the far stone pillars that supported the railings around the Patio, shot worried looks at each other.  Kenny, standing on the Eastern side, dug in his pocket for his Walkie-Talkie and attempted to contact Sid.  After several futile tries, he looked at his brother Denny and shook his head.  Their last contact with Sid was when they reported their successful take-over of the school, and there had been nothing since.  The brothers had assumed that Sid had taken over the Towns, as planned.  But as it turned out, Sid had his hands full with his own set of unforeseen troubles. 

“Whattsamatter, Jake, trouble in paradise ?”, Tony taunted.  “Maybe things not going you way again ?”

Jake glanced at the two Punks, but they weren’t paying the slightest bit of attention to him.  Their faces were etched with concern.  This had been louder than any of the other explosions over the past day and night, and that could only mean one thing.  Jake realized it too, but if the ultimate threat had been carried out, where was the rushing waters ?  The Flood ?

“It’s A TRICK !!!”, Jake shouted to them.  “A TRICK, Don’t You See ?”

“The only Trick here is YOU, Jake”, Tony jeered, “You’re gonna FAIL at this, just like everything else !”

Jake swiveled his head back to Tony.  “SHUTUP !!!!  JUST SHUTUP !!!!  I Have NOT FAILED !!!  I’m The Head Of Bullworth Academy, And I’m Gonna Expel You With These !!”, he said, as he held up his fists.

“Give It Up, Jake, It’s Finished !”, Tony called.  “You’re Never Gonna Win !”

“I’ll Show You, You Fucking Asshole”, Jake retorted, “I’m Gonna Stomp You Ass Into The Ground, And Then We’ll See Who’s-----”

But the rest of Jake’s retort was cut short by the sound of a gunshot.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Trent had made his way out of the Boy’s Dorm and, hugging the wall, snuck back to the opening in the wall to the Quad.  Halfway there, a huge explosion sounded somewhere, and the ground shook.  Trent, not knowing what is was, stopped and crouched for awhile.  In the wake of the noise, things had gone quiet on the Quad.  Carefully, he snuck along the wall until he reached the broken part and cautiously raised his head up until he could see the Quad.

An undercurrent of buzzing had begin among the students once more.  He could just make out the heads of Tony and Jake, surrounded in sort of a loose circle by the other students.  Up on the stone pillar by the railings was the closest gunman, the one called Kenny.  The other gunman on the other side was too far away for him to target with any success, and neither would to get a bead on Jake through the mass of Students in the way.

Trent had done some shooting back where he came from.  As a boy, he had run around with some unsavory characters from his neighborhood.  One of the miscreants had some stolen guns that they would go to the rail overpass nearby and shoot from time to time.  Trent had learned to have a steady hand.  Very carefully, he looked again at the scene.  The Punk Kenny was fiddling with something that looked like a Walkie-Talkie, and his SRS Rifle hung loose on it’s strap from his shoulder.  He was facing his fellow Punk that was across the Patio, and wasn’t looking his way.  In fact, nobody was looking at this section of the wall. 

Trent brought the Gun up and rested it on the broken section of the wall.  Attention was being drawn toward Jake and Tony, who had started up a loud verbal exchange in the center of the Quad.  Trent sighted on the Punk named Kenny.  Holding his hands very still, Trent took a deep breath, then let it out slow.  Then he gently squeezed the trigger.

BLAM !!!!!!!!!!!!

The Bent Coin Bullet sped towards it’s target in an instant, striking Kenny in the side of the head, fracturing his skull and pitching him backwards onto the Patio.  Students yelled and the girls screamed.  Like lightening, Denny brought his SRS Rifle to bear on the far wall, where he saw the glint of Trent’s Gun disappearing behind a broken part of the wall.  Then he spotted Kenny down on the pavement of the Patio.

“THEY’VE KILLED KENNY !!!!”, he screamed, “THEY’VE KILLED KENNY !!!!!”
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[BloodChuckZ]

Denny jumped off his perch on the stone pillar and ran to the steps, elbowing his way past Dr. Watts and Dr. Slaughter, practically knocking the old men to the ground.  He went partway down the steps until he could again see the break in the wall and raised his SRS Rifle.

“BASTARDS !!!!!”, he screamed, “YOU SHOT MY BROTHER !!!!!!!!!!”

“EEEEEEEEEEEK !”  Students screamed and dropped to the ground as he raised the weapon to fire.  Denny socked the Rifle to his shoulder and let off a burst at the wall.

POW-POW-POW-POW-POW-POW-POW-POW-POW-POW-POW-POW-POW-POW !!!!!!

Trent had dropped back behind the wall and was frantically trying to re-load, but he was having a tough time of it.  Now that he had done the deed, all bravado had left him and he was shaking badly.  As he tipped the Gun up and tried to dump the remaining gunpowder in the barrel, his shaking hands betrayed him and he spilled it all over.  Knowing he was toast if the remaining gunman found him, he cut and ran, bent over, towards the back of the Boy’s Dorm to hide, still carrying the now-useless Gun.

“YOU WITH THE FIREARM !!!!!  DROP YOUR WEAPON AND SURRENDER !!!!!”, a sudden command on a Bullhorn came from the direction of the Front Gate.  Denny looked about with wild eyes, and again brought his Rifle up to fire.  A red laser spot appeared on his chest as he did so.

BLAM !!!!!!!!!!!!

Corporal Pyle’s sniper shot was true, hitting Denny high in the right chest and throwing him backwards on the steps.  Sargent Billingsly’s detachment of soldiers had arrived at the Front Gate just in time to hear Trent’s shot and see Denny running into range and fire off his burst.  To his credit, Corporal Pyle was swift in his response and would later receive a commendation for his actions.  As a result of the publicity which was to follow the 'Bullworth Incident’, as it would come to be known, a Television Series would be planned for him to star in called ‘Jim Pyle, R.I.N.G.’

Jake’s eyes were nearly bugging out of his head at the swift turn of events, but he wasn’t giving up just yet.  Whipping out his detonator control, he quickly entered in two codes in swift succession and pressed the detonator button.

BOOM !!!!!!!!!!  BOOM !!!!!!!!!!

The two charges of C-4 that Jake had planted earlier behind the stone supports on either side of the Front Gate exploded.  The Guardsmen, escaping injury as they were behind the blast, retreated back into the street.  As they did so, the weakened pillars gave way, and the heavy archway collapsed into a huge pile of rubble, smashing the gates.

If nothing else, Jake knew about escape.  As the students suddenly realized they were no longer being held hostage, they began to advance on Jake.  Without a weapon and no time to search for one, Jake had only limited options.  His way out of the Quad was blocked, so he turned towards the steps and raced up them, then pushed his way through the confused mess of Teachers and Staff before they even thought to capture him.  He kicked the front door of the school open and zoomed inside.  He would get to a place of safety and hold the Bullworth Academy School Building itself hostage.

“He’s Getting Away !!”, Nick hollered, regaining his senses before anyone else.

Tony realized it was true, and sped up the steps in pursuit of Jake into the school.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Jake ran across the Great Hall to the staircase and headed to the second floor, punching in another code as he went.  He had to forestall anyone following him until he could find a place to hole up.  Jake stopped at the railing in front of the School Office, and saw Tony dashing through the front doors after him.  He dived into the Office entrance and pushed the detonator button all at the same time.

BOOM !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The C-4 Bomb he had planted in the Boiler that lay directly underneath the foyer area of the Great Hall exploded with a mighty roar, turning the school’s furnace into just so much scrap metal and buckling a large section of the Great Hall’s floor above it, collapsing it into the basement below.  Tony, who was half-way to the staircase, was knocked down by the force of the blast and skidded across the floor on his belly, whacking to a stop into the Beam Cola machine in the side hallway with a whump.

Jake came back out of the office to survey the damage.  Looking over that railing, he could see that there was a giant crater where the floor used to be, extending from just this side of the front doors to halfway across the Great Hall towards the staircase.  He didn’t see Tony anywhere, and hoped that blast had finished off that little weasel for good.  But he had work to do, and didn’t have time to go check.  He ran back into the school office and around the counter, kicking in the doors to Dr. Crabblesnitch’s office....No, make that HIS office.  He was the head of Bullworth Academy now, and none of them snot-headed muther-fuckers was gonna take that away from him.

Jake started by tearing out the drawers in the desk.  He was sure that Crabblesnitch kept that Colt 45 in here. Where else would it be ?  He needed a real weapon, and fast. 
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