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Re: The Bullworth Never Ending Story
« Reply #870 on: May 05, 2013, 06:44:45 PM »
The Clock in the Bell Tower at the top of the School struck midnight.  At the Carnival, the gates were closing after an incredible straight 64-hour run of customers, which had netted Billy Bob Crane more money than he had made in the past year alone.  On the road leading out of the Vale Valley, traffic had gone down to a trickle of those tourists leaving the area at the culmination of the Independence Day weekend.  At the School, most of the students were settled in for the night, getting rested up for the continuation of Summer School the next day.  At the Boy’s Dorm, in the darkness of Tony and Nick’s shared room, the two boys slept like the dead after the mentally straining events of the past 24 hours. 

Over at Blue Skies, the streets were deserted and the Docks were empty of workers.  A lonely foghorn bleated out a warning of the mist rising off the waters that had been heated by the day to boats that were absent this night.  The Industrial Complex sat quiet with no activity apparent, the only sounds were the vibrating hum of the repaired Electrical Sub-Station and the occasional belching of the gas fires from Gloop Refinery.  But underneath the Chem Plant, where the Townies had literally gone to ground, there was to be a lot of activity, and soon.

The time had come, Omar decided.  He rose from his place in the Common Rec Room in the underground third floor and headed for the hallways that would lead back to the living areas at the rim of the circular facility.  He had a smirk on his face and a hard lump in his crotch in anticipation of the night’s fun.  Close behind him was Gurney, who was also to have a stake in this evening’s events.  Trailing them both were the other Townies, Otto, Leon, Jerry, and Floyd.    Missing from the group were the newer Townies of Ian, Nate, and Sam, who had not taken part in the abduction of Karen and Melody, and therefore not invited to the big party Omar was planning.  Even though they had taken part in the failed takeover of the school, they had not been involved in the big battle, and Omar reasoned that they had no right to participate in what was going to happen to the two prisoners. 

Also missing was Clint Henry.  About a week before the Punks bombed the Towns, Clint had been sent to the Asylum, judged too insane to be kept in Jail.  During the bombings, Clint escaped with the other inmates, only to be caught up in the mob of Crazies who escaped to Blue Skies and were then laid low when the greenish gas began choking them all from the explosions in the Chem Plant.  All the Crazed Inmates, including Clint, had been found later and returned to the Asylum after medical treatment.  But as far as Omar and the Townies knew, Clint had disappeared to parts unknown.  The last Townie, Duncan, was slouched on a chair outside the room where he was keeping guard.  Duncan, who wasn’t as excited as the rest about Omar’s plans for their hostages, but still remembered the pummeling he had taken at the hands of those asshole school kids and wanted to see revenge carried out.

As Omar headed back to the room where Karen and Melody were being held, he reflected how absurdly easy it had been to snatch them.  Watching the Girl’s movements for days when they were off school grounds, the original plan was to have infiltrated the crowd up at the Overlook and quickly grab them from behind during the fireworks show whenever the chance presented itself.  But it had worked out so much better when Jerry had radioed that Karen and Melody were heading off alone.  Omar was in the black car Gurney had stolen, and they were parked in Vale Court, next to the dirt road that led to the overlook.  There was virtually no chance of them being detected there, as there were scores of cars parked all over the Court, and spilling out to Vale Valley Road.  Omar and Gurney were just about to leave the vehicle, but once Jerry got on the Walkie-Talkie and told them which way the girls were heading, Omar immediately changed plans and had the car driven over by the small bridge on Vale Valley Road.  Leaving the car with  Otto and Leon inside, he and Gurney had raced down the steps of the shortcut on the North side of the Scuba Shop and waited in the shadow of the archway for the girls to pass. 

Several things happened to make the snatch go smooth as silk.  First, Floyd, who was buried in the crowd, had radioed that the girls had separated from the boys, which alerted Jerry to keep a watch for them coming away from the Overlook in the crowd.  Jerry then followed them enough to see from the top of the South steps shortcut that they turned to the North when they reached the bottom.  Second, the errant firework had set the deck of the Dry Seaman’s Bar on fire, prompting the people hanging outside and around the streets of the Burger Joint to race down High Street and see what was happening.  Third, the girls passed within just scant feet of Omar and Gurney, hidden in the shadows of the arch.

By the time the girls had passed their position, that part of the streets were empty of all people, making sneaking up behind and grabbing them a cinch.  The whole thing went off quickly, and as the girls were dumped in the trunk of the car, Omar and Gurney leaped inside and it sped off with Otto and Leon, who was driving.  Once they reached the Industrial Complex without incident, they had driven the car in a complicated maze to reach the Chem Plant entrance and drive up the ramp to the roof.  The girls were slung over their shoulders like sacks of flour and carried down the five stories, then through the hidden entrance and down three more stories to where they now lay shackled.  Noticing that one of them had lost a shoe, Omar ordered the trunk searched before the car was driven back to just about where they stole it from and ditched.  Jerry and Floyd, meantime, had made their way back on foot, unobserved.

Omar approached the door.  Duncan, who was half asleep, had his chair rudely kicked.  “Open it up”, Omar commanded, and Duncan scurried to get the lock undone.  Silently, the group entered the room and paused to look at their prizes.
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Re: The Bullworth Never Ending Story
« Reply #871 on: May 05, 2013, 11:07:03 PM »
“Who’s There ?”, Karen said suddenly as the silence spun out.  Up until now, the only words her captors had uttered to either her or Melody was “Water” and “Drink” when cups had been roughly shoved up against their lips.  Both drank greedily, being so thirsty.  The cups had been huge, and they were allowed as much as they could drink, but about a third of it had wound up sloshed on their blouses.

Both the girls heard footsteps approaching them, then stop.  “Who Are You ?  SAY SOMETHING !!!”, Karen yelled.

In answer, there was a sharp heavy slap across her face and a guttural “Shuttup Bitch !”

Melody whimpered in fear.  “Karen....Don’t make them mad !”, she whispered.

The blow had been heavy enough to make Karen see stars behind her blindfold, but she shook it off and said hotly, “Fuck That.  You Bastards Better Let Us Go !  Our Boyfriends Are Gonna Find Us, And Your Asses Are Gonna Be Toast !”

Snickers greeted that statement and laughter soon followed.  All at once, a voice said, “Enough !!”  The laughter died down suddenly, as if cut off by a switch.  “Move”, the same voice said.  “It’s Time.”

Suddenly, the figure who had spoken took a few steps to the mattress where Melody lay.  Karen heard, and Melody felt, the handcuffs that shackled Melody to the pipe suddenly being released.  Melody was yanked to her feet, where she swayed unsteadily.  Her arms were rudely pulled behind her back and the handcuffs re-locked. 

Melody had little time to get her bearings, as she was roughly yanked from the mattress and dragged across the floor.  “Let Go Of Me, You Cocksucker !!!”, she squealed in fear.  “What Are You Doing ??  Where Are You Taking Me ??  Karen, HELP !!!”

Karen struggled against her bonds.  “What Are You Motherfuckers Doing ??  Let Her Go, GODDAMMIT !!!  Urrrugh !!!!”

“Move it, you little Bitch”, the voice hissed in Melody’s ear, yanking her towards the open door and dragging her through.  “I’m gonna enjoy this.”

“K-K-Karen ?”, Melody stammered. “Help !!  HELP !!!!”

“You Fucking BASTARDS !!!”, Karen yelled.  “Let Her Go, Let Her GO !!!”

“Heh, chill”, the guttural voice said, “They’re just going to the next room.”

Karen listened as the sound of Melody’s voice grew more distant.  Then a door was slammed.  A few seconds went by, and Karen struggled to pull herself up against the pipe her arms were shackled to.  “Whaa....What’s happening to....”

Melody’s sudden screams cut through the walls, screams of mortal terror.  “What’s Happening To Her ?”, Karen implored of the strangers.  “WHAT IS HAPPENING TO HER ??”

“Yer little friend is just feelin’ revenge the hard way”, the guttural voice chuckled.  Suddenly, Karen felt two rough hands yank her legs apart.  “Now, It’s MY Turn.”

A surge of fear mingled with anger charged through Karen, and she kicked and lashed out with her legs.  Her bare foot found a stomach and a soft “OFFF !” was heard.  “You Little Bitch !”, the guttural voice swore.  “You’ll Pay For That."  Another stinging blow was delivered to her face, stunning her.  “Hold Her, Boys !!”

Two sets of hands grabbed her legs.  She struggled and screamed, but it was no use.  Then the sudden weight of a man’s body was upon her, and as she was assaulted, Melody’s screams continued to echo on and on from the next room.
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Re: The Bullworth Never Ending Story
« Reply #872 on: May 07, 2013, 04:56:05 AM »
In the Dome once more, Tony could barely see.  It was very dark, as if an unseen gigantic evil malignant force was present, overshadowing even this vile place.  From far off, for the first time, Tony heard sounds.  He strained his ears to hear, and after what seemed like hours, the sounds became more distinct.  They were screams, he realized.  The screams of....Girls.  He listened closer as the screams grew louder.  Then in a rush, panic filled his soul.  The screams were from Karen, and Melody !!  The heart rendering mournful cries were screams of utter despair, the searing upset of something being irrevocably lost, stolen away forever and never to be recovered.
Tony started forward blindly in the gathering gloom.  He must get to them, must save them !  Unseeing, he ran full tilt into an obstacle so hard that it knocked him on his back.  His senses swam, distorted.  He lay paralyzed, unable to move, unable to recover.  As his eyes looked up at the impenetrable gloom, a small pinpoint of light appeared from the jagged hole in the top of the Dome.  Growing slowly into a ball, it became larger and larger, until Tony could make out something inside.  The ball floated towards him swiftly and became larger still, until at last it encompassed him, and he was inside of it.

Tony was in the school hallway.  Dazed and blinking in the sudden light, he scanned around only to once more encounter the ghostly figure of Mr. Luntz, who was pointing insistently at the School Store over and over again.  Tony followed the direction of his pointing finger and saw that behind the glass was a stranger, a man whom he had never seen before.  Turning back to the transparent figure of Mr. Luntz, Tony heard himself say, “What Does It All Mean ?”.....But the figure was already fading, turning to dust.  A single word escaped the apparition and echoed through the empty hallways.  “GO !!”, it urged.  Tony wanted to ask what it was all for, but the figure of Mr. Luntz was gone even before the last echoes died.

Then swiftly, the ball contracted, growing ever smaller.  Tony was squeezed out and again was back on the floor of the Dome in the darkness.  Unseeing, he closed his eyes as a great weariness overtook him, and he slept within his dream.
 
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Re: The Bullworth Never Ending Story
« Reply #873 on: May 08, 2013, 11:31:34 PM »
On Monday morning, shortly after 10 AM, classes had already been in session for more than an hour at Bullworth Academy as the students adjusted again to the rigors of class time in the morning in which stuffiness was already beginning to ramp up as the heat wave continued.  But four students weren’t in class to start this week....Two taken and Two lost.

Tony and Nick awoke late, still staggered by the events of the weekend.  They both walked like Zombies from the Dorm to school, but not to attend classes.  With his dream still fresh in his mind, Tony convinced Nick that there was still one place they had to go...The School Store.

They stood in the empty hallway across from the School Store.  As in his dream, there was a stranger behind the glass.  Tony figured he was the new Janitor, otherwise why would he be there ?  Everything seemed to look the same as in his dream, as much as he remembered, except the ghostly figure of Mr. Luntz wasn’t there.  Tentatively, he approached the window.

“Wanna buy something, Kid ?”, the man behind the glass asked, his eves zeroing in on Tony like a shark.  “Hows about a cap to keep the sun off your head ?”

“Um....No”, Tony said, feeling a bit foolish now that he was finally here.  What did he expect to happen ?  That this stranger could impart him some sort of clue about the girl’s disappearance ?  “I was just....Umm....Hoping you had some information for me....Somehow.  I know that sounds....Foolish....But, you see.....”

“Riddle Me This”, the stranger suddenly said, “Who sees all, knows much, but is unseen by most everyone ?”

“Err....”, Tony said uncomprehendingly.  The man’s eyes bored into his, forcing Tony to focus.  With an effort of will, Tony examined the words the man had said, and then the answer blazed across his consciousness.  “It’s a Janitor !  The answer is...A Janitor !”

The man cracked a smile.  “That’s right kid.  The Janitor.  That’d be me.  And you’re....”  The man closed his eyes for a second and squinted, as if calling up an image.  “.....Tony Calderone.  And your friend over there is....”  Another squint.  “....Nick Penty.  And both your girlfriends disappeared Saturday night....Or most likely snatched.”

“How....How do you know these things ?”, Tony wondered, temporarily forgetting his pain over losing Karen by being utterly surprised. “I....I don’t even know you....Who are you ?”

“Riddle”, the man answered.  “I’m Mr. Riddle, the new School Janitor.  As to the rest, that’s what’s been going around all morning.  It’s the talk of the school.”

Tony digested that as he looked at Mr. Riddle.  That all seemed so simple, and yet....There was something else the man wasn’t saying.  As these thoughts ran around inside his head, Tony suddenly blurted, “Do you know Mr. Luntz ?”

“Luntz ?”, the man said, his face impassive.  “Don’t think so, Kid.  Should I ?”

“I....I just thought....You might....”, Tony faltered. “He was...Umm....”

“The Former Janitor”, Mr. Riddle said.  “Yes, I know.”

And a Friend of mine, Tony wanted to add, but didn’t.  He actually didn’t know what else to say at this point.  He didn’t really understand why he was here.  He had only come on the basis of his foggy dream, desperate for hope of some kind, a lead as to where to look, a place to start at least, before he went stark raving mad.  The disappearance of Karen, and Melody too, ate at his mind like a bunch of hungry Rats every single waking minute.  He stepped back.  “Well...Um...Sorry to have bothered you....”, he said lamely, and turned to go.

“Hey Kid”, Mr. Riddle called.  Tony stopped and turned back.  “I’ll keep my ears open.  Come back and see me in a few days.  I just might hear something, hey ?”

Tony paused, then nodded.  He was grateful for whatever help there was to be had.  He motioned for Nick to follow him, and together they left the school. 

Mr. Riddle drummed his fingers on the counter.  This was bad business, all right.  Might even upset the balance of things around here.  Short-circuit the beginning of the positive changes that had been started at the school.  That Tony kid was the pivot of the whole deal here. 

Suddenly he pulled the inner shutters down on the School Store windows and left, going directly to the Basement.  Winding his way through the warren of the maze back to the area where his cot was, he repeated the process of Friday night and pulled his suitcase containing the Radio Transceiver Unit.  Plugging in the leads for the antenna and the special power cord, he powered up the unit.
     
Speaking into the mike, he intoned, “ “BAL-7620, BAL-7620, Whiskey Victor Tango....BAL-7620, This is CRB-3847, Do You Read, Copy ?”

This time the voice on the other end answered almost immediately.  “CRB-3847, This Is BAL-7620.  Switch To Secure Frequency.”

Mr. Riddle complied, then said,  “BAL-7620, CRB-3847, How Do You Read ?”

“Copy You Clear, 3847“, the voice responded.  “EarthNet Link Is Confirmed Secure.  What Is Your Report ?”

“Have made direct contact with Subject.  He approached me on his own, and made a reference about Luntz”, Mr. Riddle said.  “There’s a potentially serious problem that has come up here...”  He went on to outline the disappearance of the two girlfriends.  “Request backup and Intel to diffuse the situation and locate the two missing girls.”

There was a long pause.  Then, the voice came back.  “Roger that, 3847.  Will alert all contacts.  Check back in 48 hours for further.”

“Copy That, 7620“, Mr. Riddle replied.  “Next Contact On Seven-Eight At Gamma Zulu Time, Copy ?”

“Copy, 3847“, the voice said. “7620, Out.”

Mr. Riddle cradled the mike and powered down the unit.  He sat back, reflecting.  It was all he could do for now. 
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Re: The Bullworth Never Ending Story
« Reply #874 on: May 11, 2013, 07:31:57 PM »
Noon came, and Constantinos was in the Library.  He hadn’t planned on being here, but an unsigned note stuck into his locker, written in a definitely feminine hand, had requested an errand of him.  The note wanted him to check out a few certain books and to bring them to the Trellis on the side of the Girl’s Dorm at 1 o’clock.  Constantinos didn’t mind, asking for errands was rather common around the school, and it usually involved the payment of some money to the one doing the errand.  Constantinos had done errands many times, in fact he rather depended on them for spending cash.  Besides, it was also a good way to glean information and pick up on the latest gossip.

He found the books listed, and took them up to the counter to check them out.  Mrs. Carvin gave him a funny look as she processed the titles and stamped the due date on the inside cover of each one.  They were frilly romance novels, the kind girls usually liked to read, but she made no comment on Constantinos’ choice of reading material.  But she did ask Constantinos if he knew anything about any similarly-themed books that had gone missing from the Library of late, to which he answered, “No, Ma’am.”   Mrs. Carvin cast a suspicious look at him anyway as she handed over the checked books.  Constantinos took them and hastily beat it out of the Library.

 Since he had a bit of time before his appointed rendezvous, he sat on one of the benches outside the Library and ate his sack lunch, which he had brought along with him.  Idly, he wondered about Mrs. Carvin’s question.  Who would steal books from the Library ?  Besides the Nerds, most of the kids at the school didn’t read much, except for Constantinos and a few kids he knew.  And why take them if they could just be checked out for free ?   He couldn’t figure it out, and eventually dropped it, turning his thoughts instead to the matter of who had tagged him for this errand.  It was clearly a girl, so he thought....Unless it was one of the queer guys who couldn’t be seen checking out such girly books.  Gord, Maybe ?   But then again, that note....Such flowery script.  No boy wrote like that. 

Constantinos strolled to the Girl’s Dorm, taking his time.  It was close to afternoon classes, but he had none scheduled for afternoons on Mondays.  When he approached the Dorm, the Quad was empty, so he went around the side to wait by the Trellis.  A few minutes went by.  He faced the front of the building, waiting expectantly.  He didn’t have to wait much longer.

“There You Are !”, a girl’s voice behind him said.  Constantinos’ head spun around, then his jaw dropped as the girl emerged from around the back corner.  It was the dark-haired girl from the Dance !  As she approached, his heart suddenly began to beat faster.  His memory lit up with the taste of her tongue in his mouth.  She approached him and held out her hands.  “You got the books ?”  Constantinos nodded dumbly, unable to speak just yet, and handed them over.  She took them and stood there, looking at him appraisingly. 

Constantinos was having a good look himself, for the first time.  This girl was almost painfully skinny, and hardly had any boobs at all.  An 'A’ cup would have been quite generous on her, to say the least.  But he saw she had an exceptionally cute, mischievious face and long raven-dark hair that hung nearly to her ass.  She stood almost as tall as Constantinos, who was just a bit on the short side.  And those eyes....Dark and shimmering.  Nervously, Constantinos fumbled his words, “Uh....There’s usually....Some....Compensation....For an Errand.....But....But.....”

He was about to tell her to forget about that, it was on the house this time.  But before he could stutter out anything further, she suddenly dropped the books to the pavement and leaped at him, pushing him back into the wall.  Constantinos’ eyes bugged as she smashed her lips to his and plunged her tongue into his mouth, swirling it around frantically.  Her left hand came up behind his head and drew him closer, while her right hand began furiously rubbing his crotch.  She kept up the pleasurable punishment for a full minute at the same pace until Constantinos, unable to control himself any longer, came to his release.  He groaned loudly as he did so, and sank weak-kneed down the wall. 

Tiffany stepped back and watched him sink down, collecting her books off the pavement where she had dropped them.  A smile played on her lips.  “There’s lots more where that came from, if you bring me some more books”, she promised.  “Bring them to my room tomorrow night after lights out.  I’m sure you know how to get in.”  She let out a bit of a throaty chuckle at that.  “I’ll make sure we’re alone.”

Constantinos gasped for air, unsuccessfully trying to quell his raging hormones.  “Ok...Ok....But...It’ll look suspicious if I check out too many....”

“Who said anything about checking them out ?”, she grinned evilly. “Just Take Them !”

In his current state, Constantinos could find no reason to argue against that, so he just nodded his head dumbly.  “Allright....Allright”, he breathed.  “Tomorrow....Night.”

Tiffany blew him a kiss and laughed, then disappeared back around the corner, leaving Constantinos to stew in his own recently-ejected juices.
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« Reply #875 on: May 18, 2013, 03:19:02 AM »
Mandy not only had found out what there was to find out about Karen and Melody’s disappearance, she was one of the few actually doing anything to help.  Aultrisim was not a word in Mandy’s usually selfish vocabulary, but in this case she felt motivated by an unfamiliar feeling of concern for Karen’s welfare.  If it had been just Melody, she probably wouldn’t have bothered, but Mandy had developed a sort of bond with Karen in the past year since she had come to the Jocks seeking protection from the Bullies last summer.  In fact, she considered herself Karen’s mentor and had selected her to become her successor once she graduated. 

Mandy’s idea was one that was borne out of her own past bad experience when Ernest, the sex-addicted former Nerd leader, had hung naked posters of her about the school grounds and around Bullworth Town.  Jimmy Hopkins had seen to it that the posters were defaced  just a short time after they had gone up, but the impact of those posters had been enough to wreck her reputation as the Queen of the School for most of the next year to come, and caused her break-up with Ted.  They eventually got back together just a few months ago, but Mandy never forgot just what impact those posters had on everybody.

On Monday after school, with the help of Ms. Phillips, Mandy had pulled photos of Karen and Melody from last year’s School Yearbook and had mounted them side by side on a poster of her own.  At the top she added in big block letters “MISSING” followed underneath by “July 4, 2008, from Bullworth Vale”.  Under each photo were added descriptions of the two girls, including what they were wearing the night they disappeared.  After much thought, it was decided to put the word “REWARD” at the bottom along with the phone numbers of the School and the Bullworth Police Department, without specifying just what kind of Reward.  She then got Ms. Phillips, who thought it was a great idea, to print up 100 copies of the poster.

Next, she had the Jocks take off the next day to hang the posters around the Campus, and more importantly, around the Towns of the Vale Valley.  Bullworth Town presented no problem, but the Jocks went as a group into the Vale and New Coventry, just to be on the safe side and complete the mission.  By Tuesday evening, most all stores had the 'Missing’ posters in their windows, and many of the Light Poles and walls did also.  Soon, most of the Vale Valley would know about the missing girls.  It was probably the best way to get the word out, since news about local events, even though greatly improved in the past few weeks, still had a long way to go to be considered anywhere normal.  Nobody, however, ventured into Blue Skies to hang posters, as it was still considered somewhat toxic. 

While the other girls at the school were not spurred to action in the way that Mandy was, one other girl knew full well what it was like to be kidnapped.  Pinky was recalling bitterly how no one had mobilized or come to her aid when Kurt and the Rockers had taken her out of the Beach House in a bag.  That she had fallen in love with her captor and later moved in with the Rockers, getting to like them and even singing in their band was not the point.  The whole thing had been covered up by those in power, and hardly anyone but the Preps, who had been forced to trade weapons for her release, even knew she had been gone.  There had been no ‘missing’ posters for her.  But to do all that for her avowed enemy Karen and her dopey friend Melody ?  The whole thing galled her.

But Pinky had something else on her mind that Tuesday.  Tad had announced in front of everybody that very morning that he had invited the new Prep girl, Vanessa, to move into Harrington House with all of them.  The other Preps had received this news with cheers, while Pinky stood red-faced off to the side.  No one seemed to take notice as she fumed.  She wasn’t about to start a fight with Tad in front of the others over it, so she left Harrington House for class ahead of the others without speaking to anyone.  If Tad Spencer thought he was going to be having two girls at once, he’d find he had another thing coming.  She wouldn’t just stand by for that.  But if that indeed came to pass, she had no qualms..... As long as Karen stayed missing, Pinky would have a clear shot at whom she had wanted all along....Tony Calderone.
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« Reply #876 on: May 23, 2013, 04:42:12 AM »
By Tuesday night, Omar had allowed most all the other selected Townies to have a go at both the prisoners.  From the first they had screamed and fought, but as time progressed, they seemed to become resigned to their fate and offered less and less resistance.  Melody, in particular, began to zone out during the assaults, becoming almost as limp as a dishrag.  This did not deter the Townies in any way from getting their jollies, as none of them ever had what would be considered normal relations with the opposite sex anyway.  Of all the Townies Omar had let have access to the girls, only Duncan had yet to participate in this particular circus of revenge, mostly content to just watch, which was at times downright creepy.  However, Duncan had always been an asset to the group, not only because of his break-in skills, but because he was the closest thing the Townies had to a Techno-Geek.  While going through the girl’s possessions in their purses, their cell-phones had been discovered, and it was Duncan who told Omar that a location could be traced through an active cell phone, a process known as ‘Pinging’ off a cell tower.  He showed Omar how to shut the phones off, and advised him to get rid of them.  But this had also given Omar an idea.  He could use the cell-phones for a spot of misdirection, in the event that the phones were ever traced. 

Calling Jerry over that evening, he handed Melody’s cell phone over to him and gave him a mission. “You and Duncan take this phone to that old Church in the Vale after midnight. Turn it on and toss it inside.  That way, if they try to trace the thing, it’ll lead them there.”

Jerry’s eyes widened.  “Whoa.  No way I’m going inside that place, it’s creepy and those voices freak me out !”

“You don’t have to go inside, Numbnuts”, Omar said, somewhat impatiently.  “Just pull open the door and pitch it inside.  Or throw it through one of them stained glass windows, I don’t give a shit.  Just get it inside the place.”

“But what if them Crazy Motherfuckers that live there try and chase us down ?”, Jerry said uncertainly.  “We've heard stories about people disappearin’ from that place and never being seen again....”

“Now, Jerry, you’re a smart guy”, Omar said, playing to Jerry’s ego.  “You don’t believe that kind of nonsense shit, do you ?  Everybody has to go somewhere, don’t they ?”

“Well....Yeah, guess so...”, Jerry replied dubiously. 

“Attaboy”, Omar said, slapping him on the shoulder.  “Oh, and don’t be seen, goes without saying.”

“No problem that, I’m not stupid”, Jerry said, regaining his natural arrogance.  “Piece of cake.”

“That’s what I like to hear”, Omar said. Jerry walked off to round up Duncan.  The truth of the matter was, the Townies used to hang out at the Graveyard at night quite often.  It was the perfect place for drinking and general rowdiness, and if anybody wandered into the Graveyard while they were there, the Townies would have a fun time harassing them and running them off, or in the case of any kids, outright bullying them.  But one evening they had made the mistake of Bullying Sheldon.  Not long after, they were at the Graveyard one night, and unbeknown to them, Sheldon was there also, hidden in the Crypt.  He had triggered off the Holographic Projector of what he called 'The Bony Man’ and the Townies had run for their lives, unaware it was all just a trick.  They hadn’t been back since.  It was then that they began to pay attention to all those stories they heard, particularly when they heard that Damon had disappeared.  As far as they knew, he was still missing, since they had all been locked up in Jail and escaped before his return.  Omar, who hadn’t been with them that particular night, didn’t hold with their story and thought they were just a bunch of scared, drunken pussies.

Otto approached Omar then.  “Hey...Uh, those bitches have taken to yelling to each other through the walls....Gettin’ kinda annoying.”

“Hmmm...”, Omar thought.  “Tell you what....Move the dark-haired one down the hall a far ways.  That oughtta put a stop to that bullshit.  Make a room ready before you take her, test the locks and such, make sure she can still be cuffed to a sturdy pipe.”

“Okay”, Otto grinned evilly. “Will do.”  He would also take an extra crack at Melody, just to 'break in’ the new room’s mattress.  Otto nearly ran from the Common Room to undertake his new task.

Omar fingered the remaining cell phone.  Now what should he do with this, he wondered ?
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« Reply #877 on: May 23, 2013, 04:44:50 AM »
After classes Wednesday, Tony visited the School Store once more, hoping to see if the new Janitor had any news for him, maybe just a lead that he could check out on his own.  Tony had been over to Chief O’Rourke’s office every day, hopeful of some breakthrough as to what had become of Karen and Melody.  At first Nick came along, but after the two F.B.I. Agents arrived and basically took charge of the Investigation, Nick stopped coming.  The two Agents refused to disclose anything to them, and in fact treated them like children.  This only served to make Nick angry, and he left the Station uttering a string of curses.  It made Tony mad as well, but he was willing to submit to the Agent’s abusive attitude towards what they considered as ‘kids’ in order to maybe gain just a little hint as to what the Agents were checking.  Chief O’Rourke wasn’t faring much better, as the Agents weren’t telling him much either.  Once the F.B.I. had taken over the case, the Chief was mostly out of the loop and virtually powerless.

It seemed like Tony’s last hope somehow lay with this strange connection to the new Janitor, one that had been vaguely formed from a dream.  If he wasn’t so desperate, Tony would have called the whole thing crazy.  But then again, the past few days had been nothing short of a waking nightmare.

Tony waited until the way seemed clear, then approached Mr. Riddle.  His eyes were both hopeful and pleading as he asked, “Do you....Have anything to tell me ?  Anything ?”

Mr. Riddle’s eyes glanced about, making sure there was nobody close enough to hear.  After a moment, he seemed satisfied, and spoke directly to Tony through the speaker set in the glass. 

“Riddle me this”, the Janitor said.  “Where do many turn to in their hour of dire need and deep despair for solace and comfort, only to be told that their fate is in the hands of an unseen other ?”

“I...I don’t understand”, Tony said, confused.  “Why are you....Telling me things in Riddles ?”

“Because that’s my name, son.  It’s what I do”, Mr Riddle answered.

“That doesn’t....Make any sense”, Tony said, his face going slack.

“It will, if you only think about it some”, Mr. Riddle said, his face impassive.

“Is that....All ?”, Tony pleaded.  “Can’t you tell me....Anything else ?”

“Nah, Kid, that’s it”, Mr. Riddle said, and added, “It’s all that’s allowed.”

“Allowed ?”, Tony questioned.  “Allowed....By Who ?”

“That’s not for me to say”, the Janitor said.  “I’ve said too much already.”  His eyes were drawn to a couple of Jocks who were approaching the School Store, pointing at some jerseys behind the window.  “Look, I got customers.  Just think about what I told you.  When you figure it out, you’ll know where to look.  That’s all I got right now.  Check back later.  Now, Scram.”

Tony moved back as the Jocks approached.  It was Lance and Bo.  They greeted him, but Tony just mumbled back a “How you doing” before moving off.  He wandered through the halls for a bit, trying to make sense of what the Janitor had said.  His heart ached.  He wished Karen was here, she was so smart and good at figuring stuff like this out.

He wound up in his Mediator’s Office.  He hadn’t been there in a week.  He stared at his new charts on the wall.  Maybe he needed to map out some fresh connections.  It was painful, but he began writing out on sheets the events of the past week and posting them on the wall.  Hours went by as he searched for any connections. Finally, he slumped wearily in his chair and fell into a fitful doze.
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« Reply #878 on: May 23, 2013, 04:54:42 AM »
“Who’s there ?”, Karen said as she heard the door to the room unlocked and the sound of a single person entering.  She didn’t really expect an answer, not ever hearing any, but as the door was slammed shut and the locks engaged, she got one.

“What’s it matter, you little Bitch ?”, a harsh voice said.  Karen heard movement about the room.  There was no sound of plates or dishes, so this meant that this one was probably preparing to rape her again.  For the past five nights, she had been assaulted every night by different boys (or men ?).  Presumably, Melody had been too, although Karen hadn’t heard from her since last night.  She was thinking they must have moved her to a different area. 

“What have you Pervos done with Melody ?”, she asked again, as she had continually since last night, when she could no longer hear her in the next room.  Not expecting an answer to this question either, as none of her abductors ever answered her questions about Melody, she was surprised to get one.

“Same as we’re doin’ with you”, the voice answered.  “Gettin’ Payback.”

In the days and nights since she had been held captive, Karen had a lot of time to think.  She forced herself to dwell on listening to any sounds she could hear that would give her a clue to where they were being held.  There was not much.  Karen could only catch very faint traces, more like vibrations rather than actual sounds.  It seemed like machinery was running, far off.  And the smell of the place reminded her somewhat of Chemistry class.  Karen also listened intently to the voices of her captors, thinking she might need to identify them later, if there was to be a later.  As the days and nights rolled on, that was becoming a dim possibility.  However, it suddenly occurred to Karen Just where she had heard this particular voice before.  More than a year ago, as a band of outsiders were helping Jimmy restore order to the school one night.  And, more recently, at a stormy night on the Football Field during a fierce battle. 

“I know who you are !”, Karen blurted out before she could think of any consequences, “You’re Omar....Omar Romero !  I recognize your voice !  And the others are all your Townie flunky friends !”     

Steps approached her.  Karen feared she had gone too far with her sudden outburst, and braced herself for a punch in the head.  Instead, a hand roughly grabbed her blindfold and yanked it off.  She blinked in the sudden dim light.

“You’re a smart little Bitch, too smart for your own good”, Omar said.

“Where is Melody ?”, Karen tried again, struggling against her bonds.  “You sick Perverts better not have hurt her any, or else....”

“She’s just fine”, Omer cut her off, tired of hearing Karen’s empty threats.  “She’s in another room, bein’ watered and fed, just like you are.”

“And Violated ?”, Karen said hotly, already knowing the answer.

Omar just shrugged.  “Just like you.  Your boyfriends put you both in the same boat.  Now, the both of you got the ride the same voyage.”

“For how long ?”, Karen blazed.  “How long to sooth your fucking injured pride ?”

“As long as it takes”, Omar said snidely.  “Once we get done with you bitches, your Macho boyfriends will take a powder on your asses.  We’ll have our revenge in a way that will hit them harder than any punch.”

“That’s Bullshit !”, Karen shot back, thinking of Tony.  “He would never desert me, ever !”

 “Keep on believing that in your fantasy world”, Omar laughed.  “Real Life is different.” 

“Why are you really doing this ?”, Karen asked boldly, her anger building.

Omar didn’t answer for a moment.  Then he said, “When I was  kid, I watched my little sister dressing up her Barbie Doll.”  He barked laughter. “One day, a moment occurred to me that I should be undressing that fancy Barbie Doll.”

“That’s no answer”, Karen said flatly.  “That’s just being perverted.”

“Is It ?”, Omar returned angrily, and for a moment, Karen thought he was going to strike her.  Then, the anger seemed to bleed from his face.  “That’s what she said too.  Then....She was gone.”  Suddenly, the room seemed very quiet to Karen.

“What...What happened to her ?”, Karen said in the stillness.

Omar turned away.  For a moment, Karen didn’t think he was going to answer.  Then, in a low voice, he said, “She...She got out in the street.....Got run over by one of them big Frontloaders that was always going by in front of our shitty house.”

“That’s....That’s Terrible !”, Karen said softly.

Omar composed himself.  “It was a long time ago.  Doesn’t matter now.”

“That’s not true”, Karen said.  “It still matters to you.”

Omar whirled on her. “And what the Fucking Hell would you know about it ?”, he said angrily. “Kids like you don’t have to deal with real tragedy. Your kind lives a life of privilege !”

“Privilege ?”, Karen said, shocked. “Where do you get that from ?  I’m not rich !”

“Oh No ?”, Omar sneered.  “Did you grow up in the Ghetto ?  Did you eat outta Garbage Cans ‘cause that was your meal for the day since your Mama was an addict and supper to her was the next Fix ?  Or sleep outside in a cardboard box all year round so your drunken Papa couldn’t find you when he came home sloshed and itchin’ to beat your ass ?  Tell me what kind of privilege you didn’t have.”

“No.  I grew up in a house with my Mother and Father”, Karen answered stiffly.  “They are good and decent people, not....”

“Privileged Assholes ?”, Omar snorted.  “Tell me another one, Princess.  All those so-called upstanding role-model people are corrupt assholes !  Just like that Fucking School you kids seem to love so much.  Look at all the shit that’s gone down there in the last few years, hell, in the whole history of the place, nothing but a buncha corrupt fuckers are in charge, not only of the school but the whole fucking valley.  Some kind of sterling citizens you got to look up to there, ain’t it ?”

“You could go back !”, Karen said. “It’s different now.  Harrington, Carcer, Crabblesnitch, Hattrick, Burton, they’re gone !  All the corruption is gone now.  There’s still some things to set right, but.....”

Omar cut her off with a laugh.  “Is that what you believe in that fairy tale world of yours ?  That just because a few people leave, things are just suddenly magically different ?  There’s still corruption there, it’s just in a different form now.”

“I don’t believe that”, Karen answered stubbornly.  “If you were there now, you’d know that just isn’t true.” 

“We’re all too old to go back”, Omar said, lifting himself up.  He was tiring of this insane conversation.  This stupid girl would never understand the life of a Townie, where everyone was set against you.  He walked off a ways and removed his clothing.  It was past time to do what he came in here to do.

“Just...Just let us go”, Karen said, knowing that he wouldn’t.
 
Omar approached her, grabbing her knees and pulling her legs apart.

“You don’t have to do this”, Karen said, looking him in the eyes.

“Oh, but I do”, Omar answered.  “It’s in my blood.”

Karen searched his face, looking for a trace of compassion, but finding none.  She sighed in resignation and looked away.  “Do what you have to do then.”

Omar did.  But this time, he didn’t enjoy it as much as he thought he would.
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« Reply #879 on: May 27, 2013, 08:18:33 PM »
Unable in his misery to figure out what the Riddle meant that the Janitor had told him, Tony had gathered his friends together in his room Thursday after classes.  He hadn’t had any more of the ‘Dome’ dreams, or any other, and as much as he dreaded having bad dreams of any kind, he almost wished that one would come back and maybe give him a clue as to what the cryptic message from the Janitor meant.  He had wanted to ask Mr. Riddle more, but he had been strangely absent from the School Store.  Tony even sneaked down into the basement of the school and had no luck there in finding him. 

So, with nowhere else to turn, he thought it might help if he got some opinions from the others.  Maybe, one of them might have an idea as to what those strange words meant.  If nothing came of it, he might be forced to go ask the Nerds, who were reputed to be clever puzzle-solvers.  But Tony didn’t really want it to come to that.  They might want a big-time favor he would have to promise, or maybe they would make him play another stupid Arcade Game, like they had when he asked to see some maps.  Tony was just about out of things he could deliver, and he wasn’t up to beating somebody’s high score right now.

When the friends gathered in the room, Tony shut and locked the door.  Nick was there, since it was his room too.  The others were Laurent, Constantinos, and Ray.  In hushed tones, Tony told them of the strange riddle the Janitor had told him.  “It was something about ‘where many turn to in their hour of need and despair for comfort, and being told their fate in in the hands of some unseen other’.....I just can’t make sense of it.”

“What is it about these Whacko Janitors ?”, Constantinos commented.  “First Luntz, and now this guy....”

“Is this fellow even on the...How you say....The Level ?”, Laurent frowned.

“He seems Legit”, Nick said morosely, lounging on his bed.  “I was with Tony here the first time we went to see him.”

“Janitors....They, um.....Seem to know everything”, Ray spoke up shyly.  He wasn’t used to others asking for his opinion.

“He is having fun with you then”, Laurent said flatly.

“I...Don’t think so....”, Tony said slowly.  “There’s....No reason.”

“So what makes you not think so ?”, persisted Laurent.

“It’s....Just a feeling, is all”, Tony said, unwilling to say that the idea to see Mr. Riddle had come to him in a dream. Nick knew that, but Tony didn’t want to appear like he had gone off the deep end to the others.  Nick was still skeptical about all that dream stuff, but he kept quiet.

“Hmmmm”, Laurent said.  He turned towards the window, appearing to be in thought.  “In my Country.....Many in despair turn to....Religion.  Where their fate lies in the hands of the unseen other....A God.”

“A God ?”, Tony repeated.  Then it came to him, all at once.  “They turn to....A Church !  That’s It !!  They turn to the Church !!  That’s the answer !  He was telling me we should go check out the Church !!”

Instead of elation at this revelation, strange looks came on the faces of Tony’s friends.  “What’s wrong ?”, he asked.  “What ?”

“Umm...No Way am I ever going back to that place”, said Ray, a queasy look on his face.

“There are bad things that happen there”, Constantinos said firmly.  “I won’t go there, Boss.”

“I did not much care for what I was hearing and feeling from that Church”, Laurent said, shaking his head.  “I would not want to go in there.”

Tony looked about at his friends. Nick didn’t say anything, but did he detect a slight look of fear on his face ?  “But....It’s All Fake !!  There’s this strange machine that projects images and sounds !”  Tony then realized that he had never told anyone except Jimmy what he had discovered the day he caught Sheldon in the Graveyard scaring Handy the Hobo away, operating the hidden machine from the Crypt.  Quickly, he told his friends about the ancient machine and how he witnessed it, remembering his promise to leave Sheldon’s name out of it. 

“So who was operating this strange machine ?”, Laurent asked.

“I made a promise not to tell, in exchange for information”, Tony said. “I can’t break my word.”

The others digested that.  They had to respect Tony for keeping a confidence, but still they wondered who it was.  “This machine, it was just out in the Graveyard ?”, Constantinos asked.

“Why, yes...In that small Crypt, like I told you”, Tony answered.  “Why ?”

“Then how does it control anything that comes from the Church ?”, Constantinos continued. “According to what you’re saying, how does it control those voices coming from the Church ?

“I don’t know that”, Tony admitted.  “But they started up when that thing was running, I remember.”

“There’s supposed to be some kind of Cult there”, Constantinos went on.  “Story goes way back, many years, decades, maybe centuries....”

“Oh, come on....If anybody like a cult was really there, wouldn’t those Government Men have found them ?  They went in the place and found Kurt there, in the Church.  Not a mention of anybody else being around.” 

“They were probably in hiding”, Constantinos said.  “There are stories of Hooded figures being seen around the vicinity of the Church and Graveyard.”

“Even so, and even if they are there, they may be the ones holding Karen and Melody !”, Tony cried.  “We’ve got to at least consider the possibility !”  Tony didn’t reveal what else he had learned from Sheldon about the strange 'Hooded Men’ or their access to to the Church or Mausoleum.  “We’ve got to get in there and find out !”

Constantinos shook his head.  “Getting in there would be impossible.  Those heavy doors are always locked tight....Maybe even barred from the inside.”

“But the Government Men got in there !”, Tony exclaimed.  “There’s got to be a way !”

Regretfully, Constantinos said, “I don’t think so, boss....Nobody I know of has ever been able to get in there.  Or, if they did, they don’t remember....Like what probably happened to Damon.”

Tony circled the room.  Something was nagging at him.  He closed his eyes and concentrated.  An image of his Mediator Office wall came to mind.  There was a paper labeled ‘Kurt’ with lines drawn to other papers mounted to the wall.  One of the lines led to a paper labeled ‘Church’ with a question mark beside it.  Many other lines led to a variety of things....But one led to someone he knew all too well.

“Pinky.....She might know”, Tony said slowly, recalling the day that Pinky had her jaw broken.   “She was dead sure that Derby had something to do with Kurt’s disappearance.  And Kurt was found in the Church.  There’s got to be a connection.”

“How do you think that ?”, Laurent asked. “What connection could there be ?”

“The Harringtons ran everything”, Tony said.  “They and their rich friends had their hands into all aspects of the Valley here.  That Church is in the Vale.  What better way to control people ?”

“I do not know”, Laurent said doubtfully.  “Even if it may be so, that she may know something about how to get in to the Church, how do you propose to find out ?”

“I...Can find out”, Tony said.  “She’s always had....Well, sorta the hots for me, for some reason....I don’t know why....”

“That’s gonna be hard....I hear Tad guards her like a hawk these days”, Constantinos commented.

“Oh, I know a way”, Tony said, thinking back to the last time how he came to be alone with Pinky.  “That’s the easy part.  Finding out might prove to be a little harder, I’m afraid.”
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« Reply #880 on: May 28, 2013, 01:20:39 AM »
Coach Sanders sat in his Office under the South Bleachers.  The Jocks would be coming in soon from practice, and Mandy and her new Cheerleader recruits would be in also.  Everyone would be heading for the showers soon, and the Coach was preparing to head to his living quarters, which he had set up under the North Bleachers, which up until his arrival had been occupied by Kirby.  But Kirby had been moved off to the Clubhouse (abet, in his own small room) once Coach Sanders arrived. 

The new Coach knew all about the old Coach’s little obsession, that of spying on and taping the naked showering girls in the Girl’s Locker Room below and just to the East of his under-bleachers Office.  He had found the spy tube on the first day, overlooked by the Explosive Experts who searched the Office and found all of Coach Burton’s taped goodies.  But Coach Sanders wasn’t at all interested in salivating over naked girls. 

The Coach made haste to exit his Office and hurried to his Living Quarters.  It was almost time.  He raised the bleachers and went in, closing them down and securing them behind him.  He flicked on a dim light, then rummaged under a pile of clothing seemingly carelessly tossed on the floor in the East corner.  Pushing them out of the way, he removed a small panel, uncovering a second spy tube that angled down into the Boy’s Locker Room that he had discovered on his second day here.  He then flicked off the light and sat down to wait.  It wouldn’t be long until the Jocks would be showering.

Coach Sanders wasn’t dumb.  He had no intention to film naked showering boys.  That was the kind of thing that if found could be used as evidence against someone.  No, Coach Sanders had other plans.  He would find, befriend, and seduce the most likely target.  One like him, who would stay quiet for years, decades.  That Kirby kid looked promising. 

The Coach believed he was the Master at his particular obsession.  After all, he had gone un-caught for many years, although the last time it had been a close call.  He had left Pencil State University under a cloud of suspicion, but others wound up taking the fall, including the Head Coach.  He had gotten a little sloppy, was all.  But he wouldn’t repeat his past mistakes.  He would be much more careful this time, he vowed. 

He pressed his face to the spy tube as the Jock boys entered.
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« Reply #881 on: June 01, 2013, 05:20:19 AM »
School was long over for the day Friday.  Miss Jones knocked at the door of the new Headmaster, but got no answer to her repeated knocks.  Mr. Galloway had not shown himself outside his office all afternoon, not since those irate phone calls from those missing girl’s parents she had put through.  Cautiously, she cracked open the door and peeked in.

Mr. Galloway was still there, all right.  He was slouched in the great chair, which was turned away from the desk a bit.  A near-empty Liquor Bottle stood sentinel on his desk.  It seemed Lionel Galloway has fallen off the wagon train of sobriety yet again.

Bethany Jones stepped into the office and closed the door, leaning back up against it as she contemplated Mr. Galloway.  Poor Man, she thought.  He wasn’t responsible that those girls had gone missing, yet he was being blamed by the girl’s parents as if he was the one who had made them disappear.  First Melody’s parents and then Karen’s parents had called in quick succession, literally raking him over the coals, calling him a criminal (among other things), and threatening Civil Lawsuits against him.  Miss Jones knew this because she had surreptitiously listened in on both calls, which were very rude to the extreme.  It didn’t matter one wit what Mr. Galloway said, the calls dripped with so much venom that she felt that she was holding a snake rather than a telephone receiver.

She focused on Mr. Galloway as she stood there.  Although he was partly turned away from her, she could still see the left half of his face.  Although his eyes were closed, his face was contorted as if he was in the throes of some kind of mental agony.  His breathing seemed labored, and wet places on his cheeks indicated he may have been crying as he drank. 

Miss Jones stood there a bit longer, then came to a decision.  Reaching behind her, she locked the door.  Then she slowly approached Mr. Galloway. 

“Mr. Galloway ?”, she said softly.  When no answer was forthcoming, she said, louder, “Lionel ?”  Reaching the desk, she bent forward and shook him gently.

He was snockered, as she could plainly see now.  He slurried a few unintelligible words and again fell silent.  Miss Jones dropped her purse on the desk, then went around  and stood in front of him, studying him closely.

What a handsome man he was !  She felt her heart beating faster as she beheld him.  He was 10 years older than she was, but he had been her English Teacher when she had gone here to Bullworth as a teenager herself.  Then, he was a young man, full of hope and fire, and he conveyed the feelings to his students....Unlike the older, stodgy teachers, who seemed to be going through the motions of teaching.  People in his class were inspired, the girls mostly, who often talked at night in the Dorm about their secret longings of being with him, of having him ram that hard delicious body of his into them while they screamed in pure ecstasy.  He was older now, but his features were still ruggedly handsome, like a chiseled Adonis. 

Her eyes fastened on his crotch, and that was when she saw the bludge there.  Desire flamed in her loins.  Her mind worked furiously.  She had time, she knew.  Her intention in knocking at his door in the first place was to tell him that Ms. Phillips wouldn’t be around to get him this evening, as she usually did....Seems there was a ruckus in the Girl’s Dorm that she had been called away to help handle, something to do with those Reform Girls, and that she would be way late this evening.  Bethany had also intended to bid him goodbye for the day, as what had become her usual routine, asking if there was anything further before leaving. 

But now this !  Bethany had locked the door on impulse, never really thinking that her chance might come this very day, the chance to fulfill a teenaged dream.  She dropped to her knees in front of Mr. Galloway, and tentatively began stroking his bludge.  He stirred somewhat, but then relaxed.  Miss Jones became bolder, stroking harder, and the bludge grew.  Reaching up deftly with her other hand, she undid his belt, and pulled down the zipper.  She peeled back his shorts and exposed him fully.  As she engulfed him, a moan escaped his lips. 

After a few moments, panting, she broke away and stood up, stepping back.  Reaching up under her dress, she stripped away her panties, letting them drop to the floor.  She attempted to kick them away, but they became entangled on her high heel as she moved forward again.  She nearly fell on Mr. Galloway as she stumbled, her left high heel coming loose and skittering across the floor, coming to rest underneath a nearby clothes wardrobe.  She cared nothing for that, at the moment she was focused on her mission.  She spread her legs and sank herself down on Mr. Galloway’s huge bludge to the hilt.

Rapidly moving herself up and down, her own crotch exploded in sheer pleasure as she rode her trophy.  If only the girls could see her now.  They had all talked about it, but she was actually doing it !!  Mr. Galloway seemed to come alive then, thrusting upward, even though his eyes remained closed and his face slack.  He began breathing harder as well. In just a few minutes, he voiced his first real words since Bethany had entered the office. “Ohh....Dedrie !”, he moaned.

Putting her lips close to his ear, Bethany breathlessly whispered, “No....Guess again !”

“Uhhh......"  A frown creased his features.  “Uhh...Christy ?”

Bethany slammed him harder.  “No...”, she gasped.  “It’s.....Bethany....”

A look of confusion swirled about his features.  “Ummm...Beth.....Miss Jones ??”

“Now you got it”, Bethany panted, slamming him harder still. “How do you like me now ?”

“Ohhhhhh.....”, Mr. Galloway groaned, but he reacted with more force, matching Bethany’s strokes.  “Ohhh... Ohhhh...,My !!!”

The frenzy built up, until they both shattered with release.  As his manhood shrank away, so did Mr. Galloway, falling back into the large chair.  Bethany rose from him, panting hard.  In the time it took her to slow her breathing, Lionel Galloway fell into a drunken sleep.

Without thinking, Bethany approached him again, reaching out for his shrinking bludge one more time.  She then tucked it away in his shorts, and fixed his pants, zippering them and re-securing his belt.  Then she looked about the floor and recovered her panties.  But her shoe was nowhere to be seen.  She began looking for it, searching in ever-widening circles.

Suddenly, a knock came at the office door.  “Lionel ?  Open up....I got done over there, we can go home now.”  The doorknob shook.  “Lionel ??  Let me in !”

Oh Shit, it’s Dedrie Phillips !!, she thought frantically.  Abandoning her search, she stuffed her panties in her purse, then picked it up and slung it over her shoulder.  Just then a key sounded in the lock.  Of course Ms. Phillips would have a key, even though Bethany didn’t.  She had to get out of here.  Remembering there was a not-so-secret door leading to the outside balcony, she was quickly able to locate it, open it up, and step outside.  And not a second too soon....As the door closed behind her and the lock engaged, she could faintly hear Ms. Phillips voice, now in the office.

“Come on, Lionel...Why was the door locked ?  Let’s get going, I’m tired, and.........Oh, what is this ??  Drinking again ??  And you were doing so well !!  Come on...Wake Up !!......”

Miss Jones didn’t wait around to hear any more.  She approached the edge.  She would have to climb down the trellis.  She surveyed the back Quad.  There were only a few students moving about, and it was almost dusk.  Taking a deep breath, her heart again racing (mostly due to her narrow escape), she grabbed hold and begin to climb down, her eyes clenched closed.  Reaching the bottom successfully, she had only to jump down from the ledge onto the Quad.  This she did carefully.  She smoothed her dress, and then hobbled away.  No one had seemed to notice her.

She would have to look for her lost shoe on Monday, as the office would be locked over the weekend, and she didn’t have a key.  But she really wasn’t worried about that.  It had probably gotten wedged underneath something.  Right now, it was only a minor inconvenience.  It really didn’t matter much at all.  Her lions still burned warmly, and she could barely feel her off-kilter steps as she walked away.
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Re: The Bullworth Never Ending Story
« Reply #882 on: June 04, 2013, 04:14:13 AM »
It was dark, and Tony was waiting in the shadows underneath the Boardwalk the led up to the Beach House.  Earlier in the day, he had left a short note in Pinky’s locker, pushed up through the little vent spaces in the locker door.  It read simply, “Need to see you, IMPORTANT”....He had signed it ‘247‘, his locker number.  After school was let out for the day, he returned and checked his locker.  Sure enough, Pinky had left him a return note, directing him to come alone to the Beach House well after dark, without stating a time.  Tony thought it was a good idea to stay hidden, in case any Preps, Tad in particular, were going to follow her down there.

Tony had been here for almost two hours now.  It was cramped in the spot he was hiding in, wedged in would be more like it.  It was the only place that afforded him a measure if invisibility.  Even so, he could still be spotted if someone was standing right in front of him, but he figured that by then it would be too late....He would have the advantage of surprise.  He occasionally poked his head around to survey the beach leading from the Vale.  After a while it had become tiresome to do that, and it was getting too dark anyway.  He settled back to wait, and even dozed for a bit.  The soothing sound of the water lapping up gently on the shore lulled him.

He didn’t know what pulled him back to alertness.  Whatever it was, he was suddenly fully aware.  There were low shuffling sounds on the sand....Or was it just his imagination ?  His question was answered when light footsteps began ascending the ramp directly above him, leading to the Beach House door.  He heard the door open, then chink closed over the light summer breeze.  He risked a peek at the beach, but could see nothing in the darkness but the lights of the Vale, seemingly far off.  Tony hunkered down for another 15 minutes, then cautiously crept out of his hiding place, weapon at the ready.  He encountered no one.

After a few minutes, he crept up the walkway to the Beach House door and listened.  He could only hear soft music playing inside.  Looking about once more, he rapped on the door.  Within a few seconds, it was flung open, and Pinky was standing there, dressed in a skimpy Prep outfit of knee-high blue high-heeled boots, a short-short Aquaberry skirt, and a sexy halter top.  “Come in”, she urged in a sultry voice, “I’ve been waiting for you !”

Tony groaned inwardly.  This was the last thing he wanted.  He needed information, not a seduction.  Still, he could see no other way around it.  What he needed to do, he told himself, was to get her to tell him what he needed to know, then get out of here.  Mentally convincing himself that could be just that simple, he sighed and entered.  Pinky closed the door behind him and surreptitiously locked it.

“I knew you couldn’t stay away, Tony Boy”, Pinky purred, posing by the door.  “We’re all alone, I made sure.  Tad and the others are off at the Gym all night.”

“It’s not like that, Pinky”, Tony said, standing stock still in the middle of the room.  “I just need some information, and hoping you have it, that’s all.”

“Ohhh, sounds mysterious”, Pinky said playfully, approaching him, flashing her eyes at him.  Tony couldn’t help but notice they were made up, making her appear more womanly.

“Well, it’s a mystery to me”, Tony said, “And somewhat important.  I need to find something out.”

Pinky moved closer to him.  “Does it have to do with your missing girlfriends, you and that Nicky Boy ?”

“Yes”, Tony admitted, seeing no way to really hide the truth. “It has to do with that Church over North of the Vale, and....”

Pinky gripped his arms.  “That’s an Evil Place !”, she hissed in a low voice.  “You should stay away from there !”  Her eyes went huge and round.

“I think it’s a trick”, Tony said, his heart beating a bit faster in spite of himself from Pinky’s touch.  “There’s just a device over there for keeping people away, is all.”

“Noooo.....There’s more than that”, Pinky said in a low voice.  “Much More !”

“That so ?”, Tony said.  “Tell me then.....What’s the ‘More’ about it ?  Just what do you know ?”

Still gripping his arms, a sly look came to Pinky’s face.  “You want to know ?”

“Of course I do”, Tony answered, not liking where this was going, but unable to escape Pinky’s clutches.  A powerful stirring was building in his groin.

“Then it’s going to cost you”, Pinky half-whispered, moving even closer to his face. 

“Yes, all right...Of course”, Tony fumbled.  “How much do you want ?”

“All Of It”, Pinky breathed.  “I want you to do me with that big battering ram, long and hard.  Do you understand ?”  She moved her pelvis into Tony’s crotch, where a huge bludge was already erect, despite Tony’s best intentions for it not to be so.

“Pinky....I can’t....”, Tony objected, his breathing coming really fast now.  Pinky moved her marvelous, sensual lips to just a fraction away from his.

“Oh, Poo...”, she scoffed, “You know you can’t forget about us.”

“There....Is no Us”, Tony said chokingly.  “What about Tad ?  Aren’t you...Still with him now ?  How can you just....Just....”

“Tad is turning into another Derby”, Pinky said, a smirk crossing her face, “Bringing in that Prep Slut Vanessa to live in the House.....He wants to have her too, but HE’S not going to treat ME that way....I do what I want, when I want....And right now, I want you.”

“But...But...I can’t be cheating on Karen, not again !”, Tony protested weakly, “It’s....Not Right !”  But even as he said those words, he didn’t stop Pinky’s hands from undoing his belt and lowering his zipper, then tugging him gently towards the bed in the far corner.  All the power seemed to fade from him at her touch on his most private of members.

“She may be gone”, Pinky said in a kind voice, “But I’m here.  I’ll tell you what I know about that place.....After.....Promise....”

They had reached the bed.  Pinky reached up and undid her halter top, dropping it to the floor, then pulled her short skirt down, stepping out of it.  She had no panties on.  Tony’s eyes bulged at her beauty revealed.  “Do Me Now”, she breathed, pulling his pants the rest of the way down.  She grabbed onto him as she lay back on the bed, guiding him to her.  “Do Me Hard !”

All of Tony’s reserve failed him as he mounted her, slamming his hormone-fueled body into hers. All his worry, guilt, and frustration from the past week that clouded his mind screamed for release.  His very thoughts clouded and he became not unlike a starved, beaten animal, seeking surcease for his suffering.  At the peak of her passion, Pinky wrapped her boot-clad legs around him and urged him on to the climax, and screamed in sheer pleasure as he emptied himself into her willing body. 

Tony rolled off her, panting.  Through the clouds in his mind, he knew the guilt would crush him later, but at the moment, he didn’t care.  “Now....”, he gasped, “Tell me....About that place...”

But Pinky was still coming down from her high.  It was a few moments before she spoke, and when she did, it was in a sad way.  “Tad....Told me to ask Bif what Derby did to Kurt....So, when I could talk again, I asked him.  He said he and Derby gave him over to the Monks.  They messed with his mind, somehow.....”

“Wait..”, Tony said, his mind still fuzzy, “Who ARE these Monks ?”

Pinky sighed, still thinking of Kurt.  “The Monks are.....Like, this Cult who have been in the Valley, like forever.  Since the early days, at any rate.  Nobody hardly ever sees them, they stay boxed up in that Church all the time.  Derby’s family had some kind of arraignment with them, according to Bif....I don’t know what kind....”

“What do they look like ?”, Tony asked, more keen for information now.

Pinky looked at him.  “I’ll tell you after we have another go at it”, she said, a tiny smile creasing her face.

“Hey, wait, that wasn’t the deal, you said that....That....”  Tony’s Protests were cut off as Pinky suddenly grabbed him and began massaging him.  Then, with out warning, she sat up and bent over, gobbling him up before he even knew what was happening.  Blood surged within him, and it was like before, he was helpless to do anything.

After a full minute, Pinky let go and licked her lips, then straddled him.  “This time, I want to do YOU”, she purred.  She then proceeded to ram her pelvis into his.  Tony reached up and gripped her thighs as she rode him.  Soon, she was slamming him hard over and over, just like the world’s best Bull Rider.  Tony responded in kind, and they went hard at it for nearly a half an hour, until Tony could hold out no more, and their groins both exploded in dazzling erotic pleasure.

Breathing hard, Pinky rolled off him at last.  Puffing, she said, “That was....Nice.”

Tony felt like he had lost his mind.  “All...Right.....Now talk....What about....These Monks ?”

Pinky slowed her breathing before answering.  “They....Are very strange people....If they are people....I’ve never seen them, but Bif told me that they wear black hooded robes that cover their whole bodies, even most of their faces.  Bif said he remembered seeing their hands....They were like, Fish white.....Like they never saw the sun, or maybe like....Dead People, or something.”  She shuddered in spite of the still-warm glow from her crotch.  “And....They have this weird kind of chant....’Abdobie’, or something like that.”

Tony remembered Laurent and Nick mentioning something about that.  And something else as well.  “Laurent mentioned something about it being cold....”

“Bif said there was like....Waves of cold flowing out the door, even though he could see lots of candles lit inside”, Pinky went on.  “He said it felt like a meat freezer with a big fan blowing at him.”

Tony closed his eyes as he processed what Pinky was telling him.  Pinky got up from the bed to go the the bathroom in the small room behind them.  Tony considered leaving then, but he had more questions to ask.  Whatever it took, he was going to find the answers.  Karen and Melody’s very lives could depend on it. 

When Pinky returned, she snuggled up next to Tony.  “Get a bit of rest now”, she giggled.  “When I wake you up, you can do me again....I’ll tell you more then.”

Tony sighed and then dozed off.  During the next few hours, Pinky revealed more about the Church and the Monks each time after Tony could work it up and do her again.  At one point, she pulled off one of her boots and massaged him with her foot just to keep him going.  But finally, as the faint streaks of light began to filter through the sky, he had gotten all the information that he could from her.  When she started talking about the Ghostly Figures in the Graveyard behind the Church, which Tony knew was nothing more than a Hologram from the very old machine Sheldon had shown him, he knew there was nothing more for her to tell. 

He wearily got up and dressed.  He had to head back to the Dorm and get some real sleep before trying to tackle the mission to see what was in the church.  He only hoped it would lead to something, like being able to rescue the girls.  His biggest fear was that their minds would be warped beyond repair, as Kurt’s had been.  He stepped out into early morning.  Soon enough, he vowed, he would find out.
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Re: The Bullworth Never Ending Story
« Reply #883 on: June 05, 2013, 05:16:47 AM »
Constantinos had been out late, too.  On that Friday night, he had hidden in the Library before the closing time of 10 O’clock, upstairs in the farthest bookcase row.  His reason for doing so was to steal some romance books for Tiffany.  Since he had already checked out three such books, he knew it would look if he were to try checking out more of that type of books.  Besides, he hadn’t returned the ones he had checked out already, which would automatically put a flag in the system on him.  He might never return them, a tiny part of his mind cried, but he paid that no attention.  His full-blood lust had been awakened, and now he would go to any lengths, commit any crime, battle any forces, and generally be a man-slave, all in pursuit of the Holy Grail Booty....No matter how skinny and bony it may be.  He had promised to get her the books by Wednesday night, but was unable to hide successfully in the Library until this very night.  He hoped she would understand.

Swiping about 10 books, he stashed them in his Backpack and snuck out of the Library well before midnight.  Avoiding the patrolling Prefects, he made off to the Girl’s Dorm, where he went to the same side where Tiffany had surprised him with her moves.  Just seeing the place made his blood pump faster.  He was hoping for a similar experience tonight. 

Constantinos had been here many times, and had climbed the trellis to the small window in the attic more times than he cared to count.  He liked to steal into the girl’s rooms and hide in their wardrobes, where he would spy on them.  Ostensibly, he was gathering information when doing so, but in reality he got off on watching them undress.  He had seen just about every girl at Bullworth Academy naked....Except the new ones, of course.  In the outside world, away from the Vale Valley, he might be regarded as a Voyeur.  Here, though, he was just another sex-starved teenager, dreaming of the time when he could join the ranks of the non-virgins.

He had rarely been caught.  Mrs. Peabody had caught him once, when he was a bit slow in getting into a wardrobe and she had spotted him.  Once, just a few months ago, Hal and Norton had discovered him in Pinky’s room while trying to hide from the Monitor themselves. In the ensuing fracas, he had wound up stepping into a wastebasket, getting stuck, and clumping down the hallway with Mrs. Peabody in close pursuit.  He had to serve five detentions for that, but it had been worth it.

 Climbing the familiar trellis, Constantinos marveled at the construction of it.  The trellis had undoubtedly been climbed hundreds of times, and yet it still held firm.  Squeezing through the small window into the attic, he withdrew a small flashlight.  The cobwebby attic looked the same.  He tread lightly over the boards as not to be heard.  In this fashion he crossed the attic, here a set of crude stairs led down to a storage room on the second floor.  As he descended those steps, he kept an ear out for any strange sounds which might indicate he should turn back.  Not hearing anything, he reached the bottom and crossed over to the door.

Constantinos snapped off his light, then eased open the door and peeked around the corner.  The hallway was empty.  Being a Friday, the girls were allowed to stay up way later than the would during the week.  The were probably down in their Common Room.  He could hear them distantly, the fat girls in particular, bellowing something.  He wondered briefly why fat girls were always loud.  Mostly one could hear them from a mile off.  Constantinos sneaked down the hall.  He knew where most of the girl’s rooms were at, and guessed that new ones were being housed at the last room, near the top of the stairs leading to the first floor.  He snuck in the open door.  The room was dark, and he shined his flashlight about.  This room appeared to be shared by four of the Reform Girls, according to papers scattered on the lone desk.  It was also unkempt, which was another clue.  Constantinos shuffled the papers around and finally found one with Tiffany’s name on it.  Since Tuesday, he had made sure to find out who she was.  He moved to the all-too-familar wardrobe, climbing inside.  He would have to wait.

His wait was not a long one.  Within a few minutes, the lights flicked on and he heard someone enter the room.  Looking through the slats, he saw it was a ugly overweight girl with big boobs.  She moved about the room, rummaging in some boxes by one of the beds, then pulled out a tampon.  Then, she turned and headed out the door, presumably to the bathroom.  She left the light on.  Not too long after that, two other girls came into the room.  One, he was relieved to see, was Tiffany.  The other was a silver-blonde girl, not too bad looking.  Constantinos thought it was probably that Hayley girl.  He watched as they moved about the room.  The one he identified as Hayley stopped at the box that the fat girl had just pulled the tampon from.

“She’s at it again”, she said disgustedly.  “That’s the third one today !”

““Are you sure it isn’t Tess that’s been takin’ those ?”, he heard Tiffany ask.

“Naw, it’s Carla”, Hayley said.  “She’s the one who takes ours.  Tess uses those great big ones cuz she has a big twat.”

Tiffany tittered laughter.  It was short, and musical to Constantinos’ ears.  “Well, I hope Tess has enough to last her the night, considering what they done.”

The two girls moved about the room, laying out their nightclothes.  Constantinos waited until Tiffany came close to the wardrobe, then rapped gently.

Startled, Tiffany looked closely at the wardrobe.  Constantinos cracked open the door ever so slightly.  Tiffany peered inside and a smile curled her face.  She cast a glance at the other girl, who seemed not to have noticed.  Then she said, “Heya there, Hay-Ho, could you go get us some of that sanitizing soap from the downstairs Washroom ?  If there's any left after the big mess Trina and the others made, that is.”  She giggled.

The other girl looked up from what she had been doing and shot a skeptical look at Tiffany.  “Tiff, what’re you up to ?”

“Nothing”, Tiffany said with mock earnestness.  “Just go get some...Pretty Please ?”

Hayley gave her strange, knowing look.  Then she walked towards the door.  “Sure”, she said, deadpan.  “Just tell me later, alright ?”

Constantinos heard the door close.  Tiffany flung open the wardrobe.  “You're late...Did you get 'em ?”, she asked eagerly.

Constantinos nodded, almost afraid to speak.  “Good”, Tiffany said.  “Quick, we gotta get to the attic !”

“The....Attic ?”, Constantinos repeated stupidly.  “But....Why ?”

“That’s where I keep 'em”, Tiffany said impatiently, and went to the door.  She peeked out.  “Com’on....It’s clear.  Let’s go !”

She took off through the door.  Constantinos jumped out of the wardrobe and followed her.  The hallway was indeed empty.  He ran as silently as he could, trying to keep up with the dark haired nymph.  She was so quick she seemed to fly.  Within seconds, it seemed, Constantinos found himself back in the attic he had so recently entered. 

“Over Here !”, Tiffany whispered loudly.  He couldn’t see and pulled out his flashlight again.  Shining it about, he located her, off in the far corner.  He made his way back to her.

“Gimmie”, she demanded as he reached her.  He slung off his backpack and opened it, then dumped the books on the floor.  She knelt and examined them.  “Ohhh....Nice Haul !”  She started stacking the books.  “Put them over there, with the others”, she directed.

Constantinos shined his light around and it came to rest on a pile of books further under the eves.  He began scooping up the books to move them.  “What....Are all them other books ?”, Constantinos asked. 

“They’re my stash”, Tiffany said, helping to pile the books back with the others.

“But....Why do you need all these books ?”, Constantinos asked, flabbergasted.

With an evil grin, Tiffany said, “Cause I’m a Klepto.”

Constantinos didn’t know how to respond to that.  Tiffany finished stacking the books.  A look of pure enjoyment peppered her features.  Then she turned to Constantinos.  “Now for your reward”, she said breathlessly.  “Lay down on the floor !”

“But...It’s dirty...”, Constantinos protested.

“Down on the Floor !”, Tiffany ordered.

Constanos sighed, but did as he was told.  “Now, Watch !”, Tiffany said.

Constantinos shined his light on her.  With a look of euphoria, Tiffany undid and stripped off her jeans. The panties were next.  As they dropped to the floor, Constantinos’ eyes and another part of his body suddenly budged.  With a little laugh, Tiffany keeled and flung herself across Constantinos, grinding her pelvis into his.  Poking her tongue into his mouth, she swirled it around, wildly kissing him.  After a couple of minutes, she rose up.

“Now, it’s time for you to get your tongue wet”, she breathed.  Suddenly, she knee-walked up his torso and thrust her crotch into Constantinos’ face.  “Do It !!”, she ordered.

Constantinos complied.  His head was spinning at this turn of events, and his hormones were in full rage stage.  He had missed his supper, but he certainly didn’t expect this kind of meal.  She was in total control now, and Constantinos only mission at the moment was to satisfy her desires.  He reached up with his hands and caressed her ass.

After a few more minutes, she suddenly stood up. “Enough”, she panted.  “Now, it’s time !”

She moved downwards, grabbing Constantinos’ pants, her fingers ripping open the zipper and pulling his shorts out of the way.  Grabbing his manhood, she sank down on it until their pelvises touched, and began bouncing herself rapidly up and down.

Constantinos lost his mind.  Her long, dark hair made a tent about his head, softly brushing his face.  Though it seemed like hours, it lasted only a few minutes, until he could hold out no longer.  His muscles seized at the moment of release, and for an instant, a blackness descended, blotting out all thought.  Tiffany cried out softly, and it was finished.

Tiffany got up and felt around for her jeans. She located them and slipped them on.  Her panties she found and she tossed them on Constantinos’ chest.  “Next time”, she panted, “Bring me some more books....And we’ll do this again !”  She trilled a little laughter, then was gone, finding her way to the stairs.  Constantinos barely heard her tiny footfalls go.

He lay on the floor for a long time. By the time he roused himself, his flashlight had grown dim.  With shaky fingers, he fixed his pants, and got unsteadily to his feet.  He stumbled to the small window, but took several minutes before he felt he could climb back down the trellis.  Gripping tightly, he slowly made his way down.  When he reached the ground, he had to lean up against the building to regain his bearings. 

Though his brain seemed like a cauldron of swirling emotions, one thought stuck dimly to the back of his mind, crying in the wilderness.  There was something not right here, it whispered....This Girl Is Nuts.
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Re: The Bullworth Never Ending Story
« Reply #884 on: June 06, 2013, 07:52:53 AM »
Tony drug himself in to the Boy’s Dorm right before dawn.  Going to his room, he lay down wearily on his bed.  He had to get some real sleep.  Guilty feelings enveloped him, but not as bad as the times before.  Whether it was because he was so tired, or because he was virtually seduced by Pinky in exchange for the bits of information he had obtained, he couldn’t tell.  A small spurt of anger flared up a Pinky for doing such a thing. 

But he was much too tired to dwell on it now.  He needed sleep....And time to figure out a particular thing that Pinky had told him.  As he settled down and drew the cover over him, Nick’s voice came out of the semi-darkness of the room.  “Kinda real late night, heh ?”

Tony jumped, startled.  He had forgotten all about Nick being in the room, tired as he was. “Ummm.....Yeah....Real late.”

“You musta found out a ton of stuff, if it took you all night”, Nick commented.  Tony couldn’t tell, but he was sure Nick was smirking in the dark.

“Yeah, I found out some stuff, alright”, Tony said, stifling a yawn. “Not real proud of myself, but I took one for the team.”  Between yawns, Tony began to tell Nick what he had learned about the Church and the shadowy people called the Monks....If indeed they were people.  He finished up by saying, “Later today, we can go over there....Check it out.”

Nick was silent for a bit, digesting the information.  Tony’s eyelids drooped.  Just as he was about to fall asleep, Nick popped out a question.  “How are we supposed to get in there ?  It was locked up tight when me and Laurent was over there.  Couldn’t budge the doors.”

Tony drug his eyelids back open.  “Ummm....Wait....Pinky told me something about that.....”

What had Pinky said ?  Tony searched his numb mind.  It was one of the last things she had told him, but it had been strange and cryptic.  Not that she had ever been in the place herself, her Daddy had always warned her to stay away.....It was part of what Bif had related to her about the day he and Derby had given Kurt over to the Monks.....It was....

“Oh, yeah”, Tony said as last.  “It was something Bif told her....To get the doors to open, Derby had to pound the Devil’s Code on them...”

“The Devil’s Code ?”, Nick asked.  “What the fuck is that ?”

“Donno”, Tony yawned.  “That’s all she said about it.  I can't figure it out.”

“Sounds like some Satanic thing”, Nick remarked.  “Who the hell around here would know something like that ?”

“Maybe....The Nerds...”, Tony yawned.  “They know shit like that, I guess....You should go ask them today.....While I get some sleep.”

“The fuckers will probably make me play a old video game before they tell me anything”, Nick said, “And I ain’t real good at video games like that.  I could just beat it out of them...”

“No....Violence.....Remember ?”, Tony mumbled.  “We’re trying to establish....A peaceful society here.....Wouldn’t do good to get them pissed.....Since they control the weapons production....”

“So....Who the hell else can I find this out from ?”, Nick asked, a bit sarcastically.  “Everyone else is kinda stupid around here.”

“Wait....There is one other....”, Tony said sleepily.  “She’s supposed to be real smart, and.....”

“She ?”, Nick exclaimed.  “Oh, You don’t mean that one girl.....”

“Oh, yeah....That one who....Was gone a year, and just came back”, Tony yawned again.  “Her name’s.....Beatrice....I think.  She’s a Nerd girl, supposed to be nice....”

“Yeah, nice and Horny”, Nick said, recalling his previous encounter with her.  Constantinos had filled him in on just what kind of weird girl she was after that. 

"Ah, so what ?” Tony said.  He could barely keep his eyes open.  “At least she won’t make you....Play video games....”

“No, just other games”, Nick said sarcastically, “That I also don’t wanna play.”

“Just...Try it”, Tony said, half asleep now.  “Your turn to....Take one for the team.  We gotta....Find the girls.... Gotta.”

Tony surrendered to the sleep fairy, unable to stay awake a second longer.  Nick heard his rhythmic breathing and knew he was out.  But Nick couldn’t return to sleep, not right away.  He lay contemplating on this new and potentially messy mission. 
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