The Bullworth Never Ending Story

[BloodChuckZ]

Nick returned to the Boy’s Dorm.  On the way, he ran across Constantinos, who curiously looked like he was headed to the Library.  Nick asked him if he had seen Tony around.

“Umm....No, I haven’t”, Constantinos answered, somewhat distractedly.  Then he stopped and glanced queerly at Nick.  “Er, uh....I’m supposed to tell you that....Uhh, Beatrice wants to see you tonight....In her room ?”

Nick swore.  “I don’t wanna see that crazy bitch, and certainly not in her room”, he said, almost adding 'ever again' to the end of his sentence.  “That girl’s plain Nuts, smart or not.”

“Um...Maybe you better”, Constantinos said, “It sounded....Important.”

Nick shot Constantinos a strange look.  It almost seemed like he was begging.  “Look, I’ll talk to the bitch, Ok ?  But I got stuff to take care of, first.  About the girls, y’know.”

Constantinos looked relieved for some reason.  “Ok....Well, I got something to do, too....So, I’ll see you around....”

With that, Constantinos wandered off, still in the direction of the Library.  Nick watched him go and shook his head.  He didn’t have time to figure out what was bothering Constantinos, and anyway that probably wasn’t any of his business, unless Constantinos wanted wanted to tell him, which he hadn’t.  He resumed his way to the Dorm.

Arriving in the room he shared with Tony, he began searching for Melody’s Cell Phone.  Tony had stashed it somewhere, Nick just hadn’t been paying attention where, though.  After about 15 minutes of searching, he found it, hidden in the bottom dresser drawer buried under some clothing.  He snatched it up, went over to his bed and sat down. 

It was a Flip Phone, so he opened it up.  He could see it was switched off, so he pushed the small button to turn it on.  While it powered up, he tried to remember what Tony had checked out.  He could see the battery power was about half.  He went to the Menu of the phone and checked the ‘Messages’ icon.  There were multiple Text Messages from both him and Tony, asking as to their whereabouts.  He scrolled through all of them.  There had been no sent messages from the phone.

He next tried Voice Messages.  Again, there were multiple messages from both him and Tony, becoming more frantic as they progressed.  He listened to them all, but they held no clues beyond what they already knew.  He checked Instant Messaging and Multimedia, but found nothing.  He checked ‘Contacts’ and found only those of Tony, Karen, and himself listed there.

Next he switched to the ‘Call Log’, where there were three options.  Checking the ‘Missed Calls’ revealed  again multiple calls from both his phone and Tony’s phone, there were no others.  Although Nick was sure they had called many more times, the listing was capped at 10 missed calls, earlier ones had been automatically deleted from the list.  The same went for ‘Received Calls’ which were also capped at 10.  All those were made on the day they got the phones to start with, most of them were from Karen’s phone, he saw.  Lastly, he searched the final option, 'Calls Made’.  As he scrolled through the listing, which were all calls made to Karen’s and his phone, he accidentally discovered that there was another page.  The 'Made Calls’ listing apparently saved 20 listings instead of 10, and there on the second page was an unfamiliar number that was neither Tony’s, Karen’s, or his.  Tony must not have realized that there was a second page.

Nick clicked on the strange number and a new page popped up.  At the top was ‘Call Time’.  Nick pushed that option and read what appeared....07/07/2008.  Nearly three days after their disappearance.

Nick backed up and went to the ‘Call’ option for the strange number.  He pressed the button and held the Cell Phone up to his ear.  The call connected and a phone began ringing somewhere.  On the fifth ring, it was picked up and a bored voice answered, “Happy Volts Asylum."

Shocked, Nick let the phone fall to his lap.  From far away, the tinny voice said, “Lo ?  Anybody There ?  Lo ?”  Finally there was a curse and the connection was severed.

Nick closed the Flip Top on Melody’s Cell Phone.  Digging his own Cell Phone out of his pocket, he quickly called Tony.  The phone rang a number of times and then went to Voice Mail.  Tersely, Nick left a short message.  “Tony, it’s Nick.  I’ve found something.  Call back as soon as you get this, it’s Important !”
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[BloodChuckZ]

Unbeknown to Nick, Tony had set his Cell Phone to 'Silent’ earlier in the day, as he was preparing to go on his ride. So, as Nick was leaving a message for him, he was biking about New Coventry, looking for Lola, along with the rest of the Greasers.  So far, they had scoured from the West end to the Tennements, including the Junkyard, and were moving to the South-East end of New Coventry.

Tony himself peeled off to check out the Clinic, on the off-chance Lola had wound up there, but he really didn’t believe she was there.  If his hunch was right, he had a good idea where Lola was, but it was a idea he didn’t want to share with the Greasers.  If she was where he thought she was, he needed to see her alone. 

As the afternoon began to wear down, the Greasers decided to move the search to Blue Skies.  The poisonous greenish gas was no longer considered a threat, although the residue still clung to the buildings and about everything else in the area.  Tony told the Greasers he would go over to Bullworth Town and check around there.  Johnny even thanked him for his help before the Greasers took off for the bridge to Blue Skies.  Tony was sure that Johnny wouldn’t be so thankful if he had known about his and Lola’s little tryst last winter.

Tony did indeed go back to Bullworth Town, but only to leave his bike at the Shiny Bike Store’s bike garage, which he had access to.  He didn’t want to get his Flame Job Bike stolen, not after all the work he had put into customizing it.  After he had secured his bike, he walked back to New Coventry. 

One place the Greasers hadn’t really checked out was the place where Tony was headed now, right around the corner from New Coventry’s Yum-Yum Market and real near the indoor Bike Park.  The building was a nondescript structure where he had went to spend a night before, looking for some alone-time but winding up escorting Lola through a stormy winter’s night to get her a ride to the Bus Station in the next town. 

Arriving at his destination, he stopped at the steps and took a deep breath.  Looking up, he sighed and entered the Halfway House.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Constantinos broke into the School Library.  Since it was now closed on Sundays, he didn’t seem to have much choice.  His new-found obsession with Tiffany made her Kleptomaniac obsession his obsession as well.  Normally, in times before, a break-in at the Library in daylight would have been noticed.  But the Nerds rarely hung out in front of the Library these days, they had a much better Bully-free place at the Observatory now.  And without trouble to bring them, the Prefects rarely patrolled the grounds of the Library.

There were many who would have been surprised to find out that Constantinos had talents other than being Tony’s sneaking little depressing snitch who used to run around in a Bull Head costume that he claimed made him stronger.  He could also pick locks.  He was nowhere as skilled as Karen was at it, but the older, simple locks he could open with ease.  Such was the old Skeleton Key lock of the Library entrance doors.  In just a couple of minutes, he had sprung the lock and slipped inside. 

It was dim inside, with just a couple of maintenance lights left on, but Constantinos knew just which section to go to.  Shining his small flashlight on it, he could tell about half of the Romance section was gone.  He unslung his backpack and began loading the rest of the books in it.  Perhaps this might quench her Klepto desire for this sort of thing and they could move on to  more ‘normal’ relationship.  He could only hope so and desperately did.

Sneaking away from the Library, he then snuck to the Girl’s Dorm, entering in his usual way....Through the attic window.  He went right to Tiffany’s stash in the far corner and unloaded his backpack of all the books he’d just swiped, arranging them just as he remembered them on the shelves at the Library.  Then, he arranged the rest of the pile in the same manner, remembering to take back the three books he had checked out, since he was responsible for returning them.  Those he pushed into his now-empty backpack.  Then he stood and admired his work.  That ought to get her juiced up, he thought, and maybe.....

“Looks pretty good”, a voice said behind him.  Constantinos nearly jumped out of his skin.  Fearing he was busted, he gawked around in the semi-darkness.  The slender dark-haired girl was leaning against a beam behind him with a gleam in her eye that he was coming to know real well.

“Damn !!”, Constantinos exclaimed, his heart racing.  “I....I didn’t even hear you sneak up.”  Mixed with his momentary fright was a real sense of admiration.  It wasn’t often that anyone even came close to being the sneak he was.

Tiffany came closer to examine the spoils Constantinos had brought her this time.  Her face went dreamy as she saw how he had arranged the books on the dusty floor.  She began running her hands over her body as she stood there and then cupping her breasts.  Her breathing became faster and harsher as her eyes seemed to glaze over.  If Constantinos didn’t know better, he could have sworn she was having an orgasm. 

Suddenly, she began tearing off her blouse, then her bra.  Peeling down her pants and undergarments, she kicked them aside and stood there naked, rubbing her crotch.  “Get down on the floor, Boy !”, she commanded breathlessly.  Constantinos shed his clothes in record time and did as he was told. 

This time it was even better than he ever dreamed possible, as Tiffany nearly slammed him through the floor.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Nick went over to the Parking Lot to see if he could snag a bike.  Kids were always leaving them laying around for some reason.  Maybe it was because mostly they were just pieces of shit.  Arriving, he saw a few Bullies hanging about, over by where the old junk School Bus used to be.  It seemed that the ‘Old Hobo Hideout’, as it was now being called, was holding a great fascination for some kids today, the Bullies in particular.

Spotting a bike laying over by the East wall, he headed over to pick it up.  Finders Keepers, Losers Weepers, least that’s how the childhood wisdom of the ages always went for untold decades.  He mounted it, but as soon as he did, one of the Bullies started pointing at him and then came running over.

“Hey !!  You Can’t Take That, That’s Mine....”, the Bully yelled as he was running, but he stopped short when he saw it was Nick Penty doing the taking.

“Yeah, well, it’s like this, Davis”, Nick said easily, “I’m gonna ‘borrow’ this here bike for awhile.  You gotta problem with that ?”

“Umm...Er....I guess not”, Davis said, somewhat resentfully.  “Just don’t mess it up none, Ok ?”

Nick looked down at the beat-up bike and almost laughed in Davis’ face.  “I’m sure me riding it can only be an Improvement”, he said, and then asked, “I’m looking for Calderone.  Any of you seen him ?”

“Um, yeah...”, Davis said, still resentful that Nick was copping his bike.  “He was, like taking off on that fancy bike of his when we was just coming over here.”

“How long ago was that ?”, Nick asked, knowing that this dumbass wouldn't think to tell him unless asked....Or threatened.

“About two hours ago”, Davis answered.  “Hey, you goin’ to be careful with that, right ?”

“You’ll get it back”, Nick said.  “Which way did he go ?”

Davis pointed towards the Parking Lot gate that led out on the access road. “That way.”  He still didn’t sound too happy.

Nick pedaled the bike past him without another word and left the Parking Lot.  The bike handled like a Tank and there was what felt like bent rims.  It kept wanting to pull off to the right.  It was no wonder that the Bullies never won any bike races since they were riding crap like this.  Then Nick thought that it didn’t make any difference, since they probably stole all their bikes anyway.

Nick biked all around the Vale, and then Bullworth Town without spotting Tony.  It was slow going on that hunk of shit, the bike seemed like an unbroken old Horse, trying to buck him off at every opportunity.  At least another couple of hours went by.  Finally, while riding under the Railroad underpass into New Coventry, the chain suddenly jammed and fell off.  Nick nearly had his nuts run into the handlebars as the pedals suddenly became loose.

He got off the bike and looked at the chain.  It was a rusted, tangled mess.  Nick swore, then picked up the bike and heaved it to the sidewalk where it bounced once, smacked into the bridge wall, then fell on it’s side and lay there, looking like a dead animal.  Fuck Davis, he can come get this piece of shit if he wants it back, Nick thought.

Nick didn’t feel like walking around New Coventry looking for Tony.  It would be getting dark in about two or three hours anyway.  He walked out from under the bridge, then pulled out his Cell Phone and tried Tony again.  But, again, he got the same result.  Nick cut the connection without leaving a Voice Mail this time.  Where could Tony be ?

Nick decided to walk back to the school.  Tony might even have returned while he was steering that piece of junk around looking for him.  Heading on back, the same nagging questions filled his mind.  Who had used Melody’s Cell Phone to call the Asylum ?  And Why ?  Did that mean the girls were being held over there ?   And, if that was so, wouldn’t the Cops have found that out ?  Or those F.B.I. Men ?   

The Cell Phone had been a clue, all right.  He just didn’t know what it might mean.  Nick was nowhere near a good as Tony was at analyzing clues or using reasoning deduction.  His strengths lay in how to kick an opponent’s ass, not how to solve mysteries.  But Nick had a strong feeling about one thing....Another Mission to the inside of the Asylum would have to be carried out.  And for that, they would need a plan.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Pinky gazed out the second-floor window of the Boar Inn onto Vale Valley Boulevard.  Traffic was light for the late Sunday afternoon.  Further on was the Bay, and a few small boats were plying the waters.  The whole mid-summer scene seemed peaceful, but Pinky was feeling far from peaceful about her decision to leave Harrington House, and the Preps, for good.

That little Vanessa bitch had been right about one thing, she reflected.  She wasn’t going to have a Trust Fund anymore, not when the Lawyers and the Legal System got through with her Father.  She would probably become just as Vanessa said, a poor broke bitch.  The Spencers and the other rich families would likely weather the legal mess just fine, once they turned state’s evidence against the Harrington Family to save their own asses, but the Gauthier Family was inexorably tied to the Harringtons because they were related.  Her Father would go down on Harrington’s sinking ship.  The only good thing that would come out of the whole mess was that Pinky’s bitch of a Step-Mother would probably leave her Father once they became poor.

Pinky didn’t want to be tracked down by Tad or his minions, and the Boar Inn was the perfect hiding-out place.  Although quaint-looking, it was considered rather low-rent for the upscale Vale area, containing only 10 rooms and no fancy eating place on the ground floor like the Vale Hotel.  With the Preps mentality, they wouldn’t think to look for her here, in what they would consider a dump.  It was very affordable, so she could stay here awhile, at least while she still had some active credit cards. 

Pinky sighed.  She guessed she would have to get used to living poor.  She’d already had some practice at that, when she had been living with Kurt and the Rockers.  It really wasn’t any mystery to her as to why Tad was allowing Vanessa to flirt with him.  She was after the prestige of being with the Leader of the Preps, and he was after the trail of old money.  It was something that Preps did by instinct.  Tad knew very well just what her situation was going to be, and even though he professed such great affection for her, he wouldn’t be able to help himself from going after Vanessa.  It was, as they say, in the Blueblood’s blood.

Pinky had considered going to live with Christy, as they had talked about briefly at their last meeting at Shinjo’s.  But, living with Christy and Winkie in that cramped apartment would mean she would probably wind up on the couch, and have absolutely no privacy for any 'Gentlemen Callers’, to put it nicely....And listening to their muted sexcapades through the thin walls while she had no one.  That didn’t really appeal to her, especially now that she was on the trail of Tony Calderone.  Her loins flamed in sudden desire as she recalled their recent night together.  While it was true that she didn’t expect him to forget about Karen, the longer she remained missing would work in Pinky’s favor.  Despite Tony’s protests, there was almost a kind of electrical energy that sparked between them whenever they were in each other’s presence.  Eventually, he would realize that Karen wasn’t coming back, and when that happened, Pinky would have him all to herself.  And Tony wouldn’t care if she were rich or poor.

Still looking out at the Bay, but without seeing it, she began scheming on how to lure Tony to the Boar Inn, and just what seductive outfit she should wear this time. 
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[BloodChuckZ]

Returning to the school, Nick decided to check the Boy’s Dorm to see if anybody was around, but the place was like a Ghost Town.  Tony wasn’t back, Constantinos was still missing, even Ray was nowhere to be seen.  In fact, the whole place was empty except for those two weird kids, Eddie and Geoff, who never associated with anybody except themselves.  They were taking the rare opportunity to play the stand-up console games by themselves in the common room.  Nick wondered briefly if they were queer for each other, then shrugged and decided it didn’t matter.  What they did was their own business, and since nobody hardly saw them around anyway, it was probably for the best.

Nick then thought that he should return to the Football Field.  The Jocks had certainly finished doing their workouts by now, and maybe he could talk to Laurent about this.  He took the shortcut over the wall direct to the Front Quad, and hurried along the East path around the school, keeping as far away from the Girl’s Dorm and a possible encounter with Beatrice as possible.  The hell with that crazy bitch.

When Nick got down to the Football Field, he saw that indeed the workouts had ended some time ago.  However, as Kirby had informed him, Laurent had also left to take Nina out on a date.  Disappointed, Nick snagged a beer from the group of Jocks and went to sit alone in the Bleachers.  He needed time alone to ponder what he should do. 

After a while, Mandy came out of the Jock’s Clubhouse.  She was still wearing her Cheerleader’s outfit, and was heading to the Girl’s locker room up in the Gym to shower and change.  As she passed by the Bleachers, she spotted Nick sitting there, and called up to him.  “Back again ?  I saw you here earlier.”

“Um, yeah”, Nick called back, “It’s about the only spot I can hang out around this place, except the Dorm.”

Mandy came closer.  “Any word on where the girls are yet ?”

“No”, Nick said morosely, “Although we find a few clues, they never seem to pan out.”

“Wow, like that’s a real shame”, she said, coming even closer to where Nick sat.  “I really hope Karen is all right.  Melody too”, she added hastily.  “None of the girls are really feeling safe these days, not the new ones, anyway.  There’s a lot of gossip going around.”

“I’ll bet there is”, Nick said, somewhat dully.  He eyed Mandy for a bit, then said, “Mandy, I need to ask you something, and I don’t want it to get out to anybody.  Can I trust you to be...Discreet ?”

“Sure !”, Mandy said, sitting down next to Nick, sensing some juicy tidbit. “You can trust me, y’know.  It’s like, I’m the Queen of Bullworth !”

Nick wasn’t so sure about that, but he went on.  “It’s about....Uh...Beatrice.”

Mandy’s eyes narrowed.  “That little four-eyes Bitch ?  What about her ?”

Nick let spill the story of how Beatrice had sent him to get her Diary back, saying it was in  Mandy’s locker in the Gym.  “But, that can’t be true !”, Mandy protested.  “I never took that cunt’s Diary !  Not even last year !  Oh My God, is that what she told you ?”

Nick nodded. “What’s more, that’s just where I found it, in your locker.”

Mandy’s eyes went wide. “You broke into my LOCKER ?  Oh My God, that can‘t be true!”

“Yep, I did, and the Diary was there, underneath a buncha stuff”, Nick said, unfazed.  “Really sorry, but she said she had information for us, and that was the deal. You really oughtta keep your locker neater”, he added.

“But...But I didn’t take anything from that Geek Bitch !”, Mandy said, shocked.  “Well, except for some lab papers, last year, and that cunt had that coming.  But never her Diary, ever !  She is SUCH a LIAR !”

Nick frowned.  “Now that I think of it, it does seem rather strange that she sent me off to just your locker, in the Gym....Like she knew where the Diary was at.”

“Because she PLANTED it there”, Mandy said angrily.  “I can’t believe she did it, but she totally did.  And that‘s totally Not Allowed !”

Suddenly it occurred to Nick that he had been snookered. “Oh, Man.  I’m a real dumbass.”

“Oh My God, Beatrice is such a dork.  She’s the biggest social outcast in all of Bullworth”, Mandy said.  “She’s smart enough to be real sneaky, if you don’t know her any better.”

“Yeah, well, that’s not all”, Nick allowed, and went on to tell Mandy about what Beatrice did next.  “She still wouldn’t give up the information unless I did....Um....Unless I let her....Um...Seduce me...”

“You’ve got to be kidding !”, Mandy exclaimed, her eyes wide.  “That Little Slut !  I’ll bet she learned some new ‘Tricks’ while she was away at that fancy uppity school she was going to !  That Bitch !!”

Nick felt a little better that Mandy seemed to be on his side.  He was afraid she would be pissed about him busting into her locker.  “Eh, it’s all over and done, now.  But she wants to see me again....Probably start saying I’m molesting her or something if I don’t play along.  I don’t need that shit hanging over my head, especially not now, with Melody and Karen missing and us trying to find them...”

“Leave that to me”, Mandy said promptly.  “I’ll take that Bitch down a notch or two.  Maybe a whole rung once I get finished with her.”

“How you gonna do that ?”, Nick asked, intrigued.

Mandy flashed a grim smile.  “She can’t stand pain.  I’ll convince her to see the light.”

Nick was relieved. “That would be a load off, if you could keep her off my case.  I need to talk to the others....If you see Laurent later, tell him I need to see him, pronto, will you ?  Tony’s off somewhere, something about wanting to talk to Lola about something....Some other clue, I guess, though I can’t see what she’d know about anything....”

”Can you believe Lola ?”, Mandy piped up. “I‘ll bet she‘s been with at least half the boys in the school just to make Johnny jealous !”

“I wouldn’t know about that”, Nick said, amused. “I only seen her up close one time.  She got some big knockers, maybe that’s why those morons pant after her.”

“Maybe Lola’s are bigger, but mine are definitely perkier !”, Mandy said with a grin, thrusting her chest out.

“Hey, whoa !”, Nick smiled.  “Better not let Ted see you doing that...Unless he don’t care, that is.”

“Oh, like he doesn’t care ?", Mandy joked.  “Of course he cares, I mean, just look at me !”

Nick had to laugh.  “Say, just where is Ted, anyhow ?”

“Oh, he had to rest, poor baby”, Mandy answered, giggling.  “That workout was brutal today, out here in the heat.  I swear that new Coach is some kind of masochist.  Even I’m all sweaty and nasty.  I gotta get out of this outfit and into something comfortable.”

“Well, thanks for helping me out, with all this...”, Nick said, “Just keep it on the Q.T., if you could....?”

“Sure, no problem”, Mandy said as she rose to go. ”Oh, and don‘t worry none about Beatrice”, she added.  “I’m gonna totally demolish that little Cunt !”
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[BloodChuckZ]

It was eerily reminiscent of the last time Tony was here.  A fast Twenty to the disheveled guy acting as clerk was all it took to gain access to the upstairs.  Tony climbed the stairs and it was just like before, the ancient, unkempt hallway, the musty smell of decay.  He tred lightly to a door he remembered well, and put his ear up to it.

Sounds of tinny music bled through the door, accompanied by the sound of a girl lightly singing.  Tony partly grinned, as he would recognize that voice anywhere....Even though he hadn’t heard it much, and would never admit it to anyone else, he always thought that Lola had the sexist voice of any of the girls, at least around these parts.  Tony eased open the door.

Lola was not only singing, she was dancing too. Tony watched with appreciative eyes as she moved her hips to the music, her arms swaying above her head.  His gaze focused on her incredible behind as she gyrated, a sudden urge sweeping his groin.  He tried to tamp down his feelings of lust, he was on a mission here, after all.  He moved a bit into the room, and at that moment Lola turned in her dancing and saw him.

“EEEK !!  What Are You Doing Here ??”, she squealed.

“Relax”, Tony cautioned, quickly closing the door.  “Everyone’s looking for you.” 

“Yeah ?  So What ?”, Lola demanded. “You everyone’s errand boy or something ?  I came here to get away.  Johnny’s been acting all jealous lately.  He gets so angry sometimes.  I can’t stand it anymore !”

“I’m not here to turn you in, or anything, I’m alone”, Tony quickly said.  “There’s no one with me, and no one knows I’m here.  So, just chill.”

Lola turned and went over to a beat-up looking dresser against the far wall.  She turned down the music coming from an old CD player sitting on top of it.  Then she turned back around, eying Tony.  “So, why are you here ?”

“I...Um..”, Tony faltered.  Just why WAS he here ?  Because of a dream vision ?  He couldn’t be saying that without seeming to appear as some kind of nut job.  Thinking fast, he quickly turned the question around.  “Never mind me, just why are YOU here ?”

“I told you, I had to get away !”, Lola answered.  “Look, Johnny’s been following me, checking up on me !  I can’t even go shopping without him getting all steamed !  He thinks I’m gonna make out with the Clerks !  He’s so mean to me sometimes, I don’t know what to do !”

“Oh”, Tony said.  “But I though you two were solid, and all.  Wasn’t that what that whole ride through the blizzard to catch that bus was all about last Christmas ?”

Lola sighed. “When we were in Detroit, everything was fine with us.  Johnny didn’t act this way.  I thought he’d finally grown up.  But once we came back home here, he just went back to his old ways.  It’s so annoying !”

“So...Why not go back to Detroit ?”, Tony asked, sensibly he thought.

“Give me a break", Lola scoffed, “That’s a stupid question.”

“Stupid how ?”, Tony asked.  “That seems like a reasonable thing,  Maybe, it’s just this place where he doesn’t trust you, because it's familiar.”

“Oh, you Dummy”, Lola said, then elaborated when she saw the look of confusion on Tony’s face.  “In Detroit, there was violence everywhere, Gangs, and Shootings even !  It wasn’t safe for a girl to go out alone !  I never got to do anything !  I couldn’t even ride my bike anywhere !”, she pouted.  “No one dared to even look at me, everybody was so Afraid of everything.  So, we decided to come back, where it wasn’t so....Dangerous.”

Tony had to laugh at that in his mind.  If she’d been around for all the bombings last spring, she might be thinking a bit differently. True, she’d seen the Halloween school bombings, but they paled alongside the reign of terror that Jake and the Punks had engineered in bombing the towns.

Lola sighed and went over to a little table set against the wall.  She pulled out one of the two chairs and sat down.  “I just want to ride my bike”, she moped.  “Is that so wrong ?”

Tony moved over to the table and pulled out the other chair.  Sitting down, he said, “Of course not.  He’s just probably concerned about you, maybe afraid you might get kidnapped, like....Karen and Melody.  That’s probably what it is.”

“I know”, Lola said, her voice trembling somewhat. “But we’re always fighting over the stupidest things.  It’s so annoying.”

“At least you have someone to be annoyed with”, Tony consoled, thinking he would give just about anything to be annoyed by Karen again.

Lola uttered a shaky laugh.  “If he don’t watch himself, he’ll wind up in the Asylum again, like he did early last year when he blew a gasket over me.”

Tony’s radar immediately perked up. “Johnny was a patient in the Asylum once ?”

“Oh, Yes”, Lola told him.  “He got real crazy, we broke up for awhile, and he went really bonkers !”  She went on to tell Tony all about it, and how Jimmy Hopkins got in the place and busted him out.  She finished up by saying, “He gets so crazy jealous. I think maybe boys just like me cause I’m hot. That’s not MY fault.”

Tony’s mind was in overdrive.  What was that Mr. Riddle had said ?  In the place of great despair, where souls have lost all hope, does the one with the most jagged mind hold the key that is sought ?  What did that have to do with Karen and Melody ?  Did Lola know something ?

Lola was looking at Tony while he thought.  A strange but familiar mood fell over her.  She snaked out her tongue and licked her lips slowly.  Before Tony could compose in his mind the question he wanted to ask her, she snaked her right leg up into his lap.  “Pull my boot off, would you ?”

Tony was jolted from his train of thought.  “Wha..?  Lola, I don’t think you oughtta be....”

“Please !”, Lola implored. “It’s getting kind of hot in here...Don’cha think ?”

Tony relented and gripped her leather high-heeled boot, and began to pull.  It was hard going, and he struggled.  Why do girls wear these things anyway ?

“Oh, I think you’re getting it !”, she exclaimed, and then pulled her foot free as Tony nearly lost his balance on the chair, his own legs moving apart to keep steady.  Lola took that opportunity to stick her foot in his crotch.  She wiggled her toes against him, and immediately Tony’s bulge shot to attention.  “Like that, don’t you ?”, Lola giggled.

“Lola...”, Tony gulped, his hormone levels suddenly spiking, “I....I can’t do this...Can’t cheat...On Karen...Again...”

“Oh, Bosh, Silly”, Lola laughed.  “It’s not cheating....We’re just Friends....Aren’t we ?”  As she talked, she dug her toes deeper, harder.  “Friends ?  But I’d love to hang out with you, Tony”

“I...I...”, Tony gasped.  His ability to speak had vanished in his sudden desire for her, the best-looking girl in all of Bullworth.  Lola gave another throaty laugh and suddenly stood up.  From under her leather skirt, she stripped away her panties, letting them drop to the floor.  Reaching down to an unresisting Tony, she grasped his belt, undoing it and zipping down his jeans, pulling his underwear back to expose him.  She fondled his bulge, and then straddled him, guiding him into her. 

Tony moaned as she moved up and down on him, slowly at first and then with increasing vigor. The old chair creaked as she ravished him with ever increasing speed.  Tony was powerless to resist as he raised his arms and clutched her hips.  Lola was skilled enough to keep him just on the edge for many minutes, but finally she let out a scream.  Tony’s mind dissolved in a puddle of pleasure as he forcefully let go. 

Lola slumped against him, breathing hard.  Tony recovered after a bit, and asked, “Why...Why did you...Do this to me, Lola ?”

“Silly”, Lola breathed. “Because I can.  Besides....I never properly thanked you for...Helping me last winter.”

A 'Thank You’ would have done just fine, Tony thought.  Marshaling his thoughts, he tried to focus back on his mission.  “Lola....When Johnny was in the Asylum....Did he ever tell you of...The most crazy people in there ?”

“They were all Nutsos”, Lola said, nuzzling against him.

“I mean...Was there one who was crazier than any of the others ?”

Lola rose away from him, suddenly taking off her leather jacket, then stripping off her blouse underneath.  “Unclip my Bra”, she demanded.

“Lola....Please....”, Tony all but begged.  “If you know something, tell me !”

“Undo my Bra”, she said again.  “It’s too hot for my girls !”

Tony reached around to unclip it, his hands fumbling.  “Com’on”, Lola begged, “You’ve done this before...”

Just not with you, Tony thought, as the bra finally dropped free.  Lola mashed her massive boobs in Tony’s face, and he felt his desire rekindle.  “Lola...Please...Tell me what you know...”, he asked, his voice muffled.

Lola suddenly rose up, and grasping his arm, started pulling him toward the small bed.  “After you do me, I’ll tell you”, she breathed harshly.  She lay back, spreading herself wide open.  “Com’on, Big Boy.....I’m not cheap, y’know.”

Tony’s passions overruled his good sense, and he attacked her with new vigor.  Frustrated, he began to slam her over and over.  Lola coo’d in ecstasy giving back as good as she got.  It went on far longer this time, and when Tony finally went over the edge, it was full-on dark outside the tiny room window.

“Ohhh”, Lola gasped, “You really know what you’re doing, Huh ?”

As he lay trying to slow his breathing, he tried to question her again.  “So....tell me now...Just...Who is the craziest person in the Asylum ?”

“So, like, anyways...”, she started, trying to slow her breathing herself, “It’s...One of those Townies....There’s about three of them....Who are always in and out of the place....”

Tony became alert again.  Townies ?  But they were gone, weren’t they ?  Disappeared ?  “Which one ?”, he asked.  “Which was the craziest one ?”

"Ohh...Johnny said it was...Clint.....Clint Henry.”, she said at last.

Tony sat up, intending to get his clothes in order.  It seemed like another mission was needed...This time to the Asylum. 

Lola reached over and grabbed his arm.  “Don’t leave.  Stay here with me.”

“I got to go”, Tony said shortly. He stood up, securing his pants and belt.

“I’m sure you’ve stayed the night with Pinky before”, Lola said cagily. “Be a shame if THAT got out, wouldn’t it ?”

Tony sighed.  What was wrong with these girls ?  He was already damned to Hell for what he had done this weekend anyway.  A few more hours would make no difference.  Besides, he would have to get the others together and do some planing.  It might not be so easy to get into the Asylum this time.  “All Right”, he relented.  “But you got to come out of hiding, first thing tomorrow, Deal ?”

“Deal, friend”, Lola murmured sleepily.  “I just hope Johnny won’t be too mad at me.”

Unbelievable, Tony thought as he lay back on the bed. 
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[BloodChuckZ]

Early Monday morning, Bethany Jones tried the door to the Headmaster’s Office and found it unlocked.  She gently opened the door and poked her head around it, expecting to see Mr. Galloway.  Instead, the Office was apparently empty.  She quickly moved from the anteroom area to where she could fully see Mr. Galloway’s desk.  It was unoccupied, and looking about she could see no one.  Mr. Galloway must have already been in before she got here, and went off elsewhere, she reasoned.  She let out a sigh of relief at her good fortune, but he might be back any minute.  She would have to hurry, so she began searching for her lost shoe.  After a sweeping look around, she dropped to her knees and looked up under the massive desk.  Seeing nothing, she looked under the nearby Wardrobe and then under everywhere within a 10-foot range of the desk, coming up empty each time.  Disgruntled, she returned to the Wardrobe, getting almost flat on the floor as she stuck her hand underneath, searching.

Bethany was getting a bit frazzled.  “Where the Hell is it”, she muttered under her breath.

Behind her, Dedrie Phillips emerged from the long drop curtains by the window, where she had been hiding.  “Looking For Something ?”, she intoned chillingly.

Startled, Bethany scrambled to her feet, nearly whacking her head against the Wardrobe as she did.  “Oh !....I...I didn’t hear you come in !”, she gasped, as Ms. Phillips glared at her.  “I’m...Err....Just looking for....Umm....A file....That I dropped....Err....Friday....”

“Oh ?  So your not looking for this ?”, Ms. Phillips asked, withdrawing her hand from behind her back. 

Bethany’s face drained of all color as she saw that Ms. Phillips was holding Bethany's black high-heel in her hand. “Ummm....No !”, she squeaked, “That’s....Not mine....I, uh, lost a file, that’s all....”

“Huuuh....Puzzling”, Ms. Phillips said.  “Are you sure you’re telling the truth ?”

“Oh, yes, absolutely !”, Bethany said emphatically, recovering some of her composure.  “Um...Where did you....Find that ?”

“I think it was somewhere around here”, Ms. Phillips said, indicating the Wardrobe by pointing at it with the point of the shoe in her hand.  Bethany’s eyes were locked on to the high heel as she did so.  “I thought it might be one of mine, but it’s the wrong size.”

Bethany didn’t say anything as Ms. Phillips came towards her, nearly close enough to touch.  “So, it’s of no use to me”, she said as she stepped around Bethany and dropped the shoe in the trash can.

“Why did you do that !?”, Bethany squealed, her features registering shock.

“Well, I certainly can’t wear it”, Ms. Phillips said smoothly.  “I suppose it might be one of Ms. Danver’s shoes, left over here from when that nasty boy broke her foot.”

Relief flooded Bethany’s face.  “Why...Of course....That has to be it.  Why else would it be here ?”

“Why else indeed”, Ms. Phillips said as she turned to face Bethany.  Casting a look down at Bethany’s feet, she said, “I say dear....Are those new ?”

Bethany looked down at the brown high heels she was wearing.  “Well....Sorta new....I got them not too long ago....”

“That’s excellent workmanship”, Ms. Phillips exclaimed.  “Do you mind if I take a look ?”

Bethany couldn’t think of a quick reason to refuse.  Slowly, she reached down and removed her right high heel, then handed it towards Ms. Phillips. 

“Marvelous”, Ms. Phillips said, taking the shoe from her and looking it over, then looking inside.  “Are these real Louboutins ?”

“Um....No....They’re just knockoffs...”, Bethany said nervously.  “Real ones are too expensive, and....”

Suddenly, Ms. Phillips turned and dropped Bethany’s shoe in the trash can, where it nestled up with the other one.

“What Are You Doing ?”, Bethany nearly howled.  “You can’t just do that...!”

Ms. Phillips whirled on her.  “LIAR !”, she hissed, advancing on Bethany and shoving her to the floor.  Unprepared, Bethany’s ass hit the floor with a painful jolt.  “That’s a size 6, just like the one I found !”

Bethany scrambled to her feet, for the second time in so many minutes.  “That doesn’t mean anything !”, she cried.  “Lots of people wear size 6 !”

Ms. Phillips advanced on Bethany, grabbing he by the shoulders and marching he backwards until she slammed her into a bookcase.  “You are in a world of trouble, young lady !”, she snarled.  “I’m gonna teach you a lesson !”

It had all happened too quickly for Bethany to put up much of a fight, but she struggled against Ms. Phillips’ grip. “Let me go !”, she gasped.  “What...What’s this all about, anyway..?’

“You know Damn Well what it’s about !”, Ms. Phillips said angrily, slamming Bethany against the bookcase again.  “You’ve gone too far !  You think I’ll put up with this ?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about !”, Bethany shrieked.

“I’m talking about a size 6 with a fresh odor that got left under a Wardrobe”, Ms. Phillips spat in Bethany’s face, “And a little Obnoxious Bitch who took advantage of my Gally-Bear !”

“But he’s a Drunk !”, Bethany retorted, struggling against Ms. Phillips’ iron grip on her upper arms.  “What’s the difference, anyway ?”

“You get some sort of KICK out of this ?”, Ms. Phillips raged.  “You should be ASHAMED of yourself !  How can you face yourself in the Mirror ?”

“He Liked It !”, Bethany screamed.  “He Blew His Load Just Fine !!”

“That’s ENOUGH Out Of You !”, Ms. Phillips shouted back, and suddenly sunk her fist deep into Bethany’s guts.  Bethany slid to the floor, gasping for air.  “That’s Unacceptable Behavior !”, Ms. Phillips snarled, “Absolutely Repulsive !”

“I’ll.....Tell...”, Bethany choked out, her face now red with the effort to breathe.

“Are You Confused ?”, Ms. Phillips said grimly.  “No one will even believe you, you little Tramp.  Lionel thinks it was me, THAT’S how much he remembers !”  She bent low to Bethany.  “And, nobody’s going to tell him any different, you hear ?”

“You’ll....Get...In trouble....For this...”, Bethany gasped.

“You are Pathetic !”, Ms. Phillips pronounced, and reached for Bethany as she lay on the floor.

“Eeeek !!”, Bethany weakly screeched, as Ms. Phillips grabbed her by the hair and commenced to dragging her towards the Office doors. 

“You spread this around, and I’ll see to it you get arrested for Assault", Ms. Phillips told her.  "I know Chief O’Rouke really well.”

Ms. Phillips slammed Bethany’s head into the door before opening it.  Hauling he up by the hair, she planted the sharp toe of her own high heel in Bethany’s ass, and Bethany went sprawling on the outer Office floor in a heap.

“Oh, you’ll be interested in this...”, Ms. Phillips said, standing in the open door, “I’m going to be taking Mr. Galloway’s place for a few days.  And I’m not to be bothered at all today, I even packed my own lunch.  And just so you know, I’ll be sure to have Mr. Riddle empty ALL the trash before I leave.”  She leaned on the doorway, a grim smile on her face.  “Now, get your Ass back to work, Miss Jones.”

Turning, she closed the door, locking it.  Then she sagged against it.  Not normally violent by nature, her outburst had been surprising, even to her.  But the little trollop had it coming.  She sighed.
 
I don’t know why I should even stand for this, she thought. But....It bothers me, It bothers me greatly.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Tony arrived back at the Boy’s Dorm Monday morning  just as Nick was getting ready to leave.

“Hey, where you been ?”, Nick asked snidely, “Another late night ?  I been tryin’ to call you !”

Tony slapped his head and pulled his Cell Phone from his pocket.  “Oh, Damn, my bad...I had the thing shut off.  Was it important ?”

“I’ll say”, Nick answered, and went on to tell Tony what he had discovered about the call on Melody’s Cell Phone that turned out to be to the Asylum.

“How the hell did I miss that ?”, Tony said, shaking his head.  “Good catch, Nick....And I can go you one better....I know who we gotta find over there.”  Quickly, Tony related his suspicions about Clint Henry that he had learned from Lola, leaving out the sex parts.

“And you found this out how ?”, Nick smiled. “By taking one for the Team ?”

Tony got red in the face.  “Um....yeah”, he admitted. “But it’s still good information !”

“So...What ?  You think this Townie guy is in the Asylum now ?”, Nick asked skeptically.  “I thought all the Townies cleared out after their escape during the bombings....Left the Valley.”

“But...What if they didn’t ?”, Tony asked hypothetically.  “What if, they’re holed up somewhere, just biding their time until they can get revenge on us for beating back their attack on the school ?  What if...” And here Tony voiced a suspicion that had been festering at the back of his mind, “What if they are the ones who took the
girls ?”

“Pffft”, Nick responded.  “They’re not smart enough to pull something like that off.  No witnesses, no clues left, no trail....Impossible.”

“But what if they did ?”, Tony persisted.  “Look, everything we’ve found out is starting to point to them.  We got sent to the Church.  Sure, the girls weren’t there, but we get a clue dropped in our hands, Melody’s Cell Phone.  These odd dreams I have, they sent me to see Mr. Riddle and Lola.  These last clues all point straight to the Asylum !”

“Huh, you think the girls are being held there or something ?”, Nick said uncertainly.

“No”, Tony admitted.  “If they had been, I think Chief O’Rouke woulda found that out pretty quick....Or those F.B.I. guys.  No, they’re someplace else, I think.  And maybe that Clint Henry knows where they hole up at, when they don’t want to be seen.”

“What makes you think this Clint Henry is even still there ?”, Nick scoffed.  “Didn’t all the patients escape because of the bomb blasts ?”

“Most of them did, I think”, Tony admitted, “But we saw a bunch of them, knocked out and laying on the pavement, by that greenish gas cloud as we were trying to get in to Jimmy’s Save Warehouse.  When we went out the next morning, all them inmates were gone.  I figure they musta got picked up and taken back to the Asylum....I never heard anything about anybody ever seeing them again.”

“Soo....Looks like we need another Mission to the Asylum, to try to find this Clint Henry, who may or may not be there”, Nick brooded. 

“Everything’s directing us toward it”, Tony urged.  “Besides, it’s the only place we got left, all of our clues are pointing right at it !”

“Maybe so”, Nick admitted.  “But it won’t be as easy to get into the place this time...I’ll bet they got all kinds of increased security now.”

“I been thinking about that exact same thing, on the way back”, Tony ventured.  “Tonight, my friend, you and I are gonna become Orderlies.”
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[BloodChuckZ]

Tony went ahead and went to Math class, mostly because he needed to still make up the class he had been so unceremoniously been kicked out of by Mr. Hattrick about a month before the bombings. Tony liked to think he had left out of principle, but the end result was the same.  He still needed the Math Credits.  The new teacher, Mr. Newton, was a lot more friendlier than Mr. Hattrick, and seemed genuinely interested in actually teaching.   

Gloria had come out a bit luckier than he had...Tony had interceded with Mr. Galloway once he took over as Headmaster, and Gloria was allowed to pass Math Class, after she had done a couple weeks of make-up work for what she had missed.  Tony hadn’t been able to keep his promise to Gloria to not have Mr. Hattrick fail her, but it had all worked out in the end.

Nick was taking a summer Shop Class, which was pretty cozy, since the Greasers were mostly absent, as usual.  Nick was working on building his own custom Flame Job bike, and had progressed quite far on it.  Both boys needed something to divert their attention to for a little while, to ease the constant worrying over the Girls and their fate.  There was nothing that could be done until this evening, at any rate.  Plus, it gave Tony time to come up with a plan on how they were going to approach the Asylum this time. 

After class, Nick went to the school to meet up with Tony, only to find him in conversation with Laurent.  Nick had an urgent message to relay from Peanut.

“Oui, I will be glad to be the back-up”, Laurent was saying. “Come get me when ready, Mon Amine !”

“That’s good”, Tony said, relieved. “It’ll probably be close to Midnight. Look for us about then.”

Laurent moved off, probably to go find Nina.  Those two were seeing a lot of each other these days, Tony realized with some surprise, and a bit of envy.  Just thinking about that made him miss Karen all the more.  He turned his attention to Nick.  “Well...We’ll have some backup, at least.  Now, we should find Constantinos.”

Nick shook his head.  “Ain’t nobody seen him.  I asked around.”, he said.  “Listen, Peanut came to the Autoshop to tell me that Lola showed up this morning.”

“Well, that’s good”, Tony said, relieved that Lola had stuck to her end of the bargain. 

“Maybe not so good”, Nick responded. “Peanut also said that Johnny wants to meet you.  Seems that Lola broke up with him right after.”

Tony’s guts sank.  This kind of trouble he didn’t need, especially now.  “Meet him where ?”, he asked.

“Peanut said, under the railroad bridge at New Coventry”, Nick answered.  “Say, um....Did you really...Er...”

“Yes”, Tony groaned.  Had Lola somehow let on to Johnny about last night ?

“Hey, want me to come along ?”, Nick asked.  “For back-up ?”

“Yeah...Sure”, Tony said.  “Just stay in the background, though.  I might be able to take him...”

Nick slapped his fist in his palm.  “He’ll have to be dealt with, we can’t let anything interfere with us getting into the Asylum tonight.”

Tony sighed.  “Better get it over with then.  Meet you out front in five minutes.”
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[BloodChuckZ]

Beatrice returned to her Dorm room after class and changed.  She was a bit miffed that Nick hadn’t been around to see her last night.  She was a bit more upset that she hadn’t seen him at all since their encounter.  It was like he was avoiding her or something.  She had expected to see him in school today, not knowing he was going to Shop Class over at the Autoshop.

So he was playing hard-to-get, she thought.  He wasn’t like those geek boys at the Pre-Med School, who came panting back around once they had sampled her wares.  They were totally inadequate, of course...Big minds but small members.  Nick’s was the biggest one she had ever measured, and it had stretched her to the limit.  She needed another session with him, this time to find out his circumference.  What a great paper that would make !  Her loins began juicing just at the thought of it.

Discarding her usual Nerdy green-checkered outfit for something more alluring, she pantomimed herself in the mirror.  Black chunky heel ankle-boot shoes, combined with an extremely short tight-fitting black skirt, topped by a skimpy sleeveless pink blouse just ought to do the trick, she reasoned.  She had switched out her Nerd-ish looking glasses for some round-lensed ones.  The only thing left was her hair.  She pulled the stupid-looking bow from it and teased her hair into a semblance of something more acceptable.

Checking her look in the mirror once more, she sighed.  It would have to do.  Now to go find this Nicky-boy.  He couldn’t hide from her forever, the campus wasn’t that big.  She headed out the door of her room and nearly ran pell-mell into Mandy, who was standing there, just waiting on her departure.

“Going Somewhere, Einstien ?”, Mandy said brightly, shoving Beatrice back into the room.

“Hey, you can’t just do that !”, Beatrice protested.  “I’ll Scream !!”

“Are you threatening me, Metal Mouth ?”, Mandy jeered, pushing Beatrice to the center of the room.  “There’s nobody here, Small-Tits.  Nobody at all.”

“What Do You Want ?”, Beatrice trembled, growing fearful as the initial shock at seeing Mandy subsided.  The two girls had a long and adversarial history at Bullworth.

“I want you to STOP ‘experimenting’ on our Mascot, that’s what, Diddle-Brain”, Mandy said, poking her finger into Beatrice’s chest for emphasis.  “He is the property of the Jocks, and YOU’RE not going to get your chewed-nailed claws into him !”

“What...What’s it to you ?”, Beatrice asked, on the verge of blubbering.  “I...I LOVE Him !!”

“Pul-ease”, Mandy smirked. “The only thing YOU love is term-papers and Thesis.  Nick told me about the weird shit you did.  How disgusting !”

“We made LOVE !!”, Beatrice insisted.  “It was so...Amazing !!”

"You make me SICK !” Mandy spit back, grabbing Beatrice by the shoulders and shaking her. “That’s not ‘love’, it’s just your twisted fantasy !  I’m taking that boy BACK, he’s under MY protection, you understand ?

“You can’t just steal him from me !”, Beatrice shrieked.  “He’s MINE !!”

Mandy suddenly kneed Beatrice hard in the crotch, then shoved her hard back into the desk.  Beatrice crashed into it with force and slumped to the floor, where she withered in pain.  Her groin, which had been going moist just a few minutes ago in anticipation of another session with Nick, now burned with pain of a different kind.

“Unfortunately for you, my pig-ugly ‘friend’, that is exactly what I CAN do”, Mandy retorted.  “In fact, I can do anything like in this place....Anything at all.”
 
“Oh, boo-hoo-hoo”, escaped from Beatrice as she started to cry, tears leaking from her eyes. Mandy stepped over and stomped on her leg, drawing a fresh outcry from Beatrice.  “This was a warning, Zit-Face”, Mandy said.  “Stay far away from Nick, or you’ll have REAL trouble.”

Mandy turned to leave the room, stopping briefly at the door.  “Go back to Bucky....he’s more your speed.  Later, you Pervo.”
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[BloodChuckZ]

“So you came, huh ?”, Johnny Vincent said sharply.

“Yeah”, Tony said, walking further under the Railroad Underpass.  Nick stayed just to the outside of the Underpass, as Tony had instructed him, ready to attack at the first sign of trouble.

“I bet youse think I’m funny, don’cha ?”, Johnny piped off.  “A laughingstock ?”

Tony shrugged.  “Not really.  Truth is, I hardly even know you.”

“Yeahs ?”, Johnny said, somewhat aggressively as he walked closer.  “And everyone is Laughing at me.  All of yous...At Me !”

“What are you talking about ?”, Tony said, a knot growing in his stomach.

“Don’t play dumb with me !”, Johnny growled.  “Have you had her ?”

“Who’re you talking about ?”, Tony returned, feeling denial was the safest course to take at this point.

“I’ll bet you have !”, Johnny said, grabbing Tony’s arm.  At the entrance to the Underpass, Nick tensed.

“What are you doing ?”, Tony shouted, shaking himself free. “WHO ?”

“LOLA !” Johnny shouted, “That Slut !”  Johnny glared a Tony for a few seconds, then his face crumpled.  “That Slut...That...I Love.....”

“Aw, man, I thought you two were solid”, Tony said.  Nick had come up behind him, and Tony turned and held his hand out in a halting motion.

“Aww, she’s cheatin’ on me again, I know she is !”, Johnny groaned, not paying any attention to the appearance of Nick.  “It’s Killin’ Me !", he wailed, “Me, dyin’ over a Broad.  I knew this was gonna happen again when we come back here !”

“Look, Johnny, I saw her this morning, over by...The Yum-Yum  Store”, Tony lied. “I told her to go home.”

“Oh, she came home all rights !”, Johnny wailed.  “Then she broke up with me !  Didn’t Peanut tell you's that ?”

“Er...No”, Tony replied, and that was the truth.  Peanut hadn’t told him anything. 

Johnny walked away a few paces, and buried his face in his hands. “It’s just like before”, he mumbled.  “Dat’s why I went to Detroit.  I’se just couldn’t stands it anymore.”

“What happened, Johnny ?”, Tony asked.  Relief was flooding over him....Johnny didn’t know about him and Lola.  “What happened this morning ?”

“She just....Just rode up on her bike...”, Johnny said miserably, “....And broke up wit me !  Said...She wanted hers ‘Freedom’....And dat I wuz bein’....’Restrictive’ and all....Jealous again, and stuff...”

Tony said, “Listen Johnny....She told me that too....When I told her she should go home....Maybe....”

“But, I’m NOT !”, Johnny exclaimed.  “Ise just wanna....Protect her....Youse know, from gettin’ snatched....Like youse girls...”

Tony exchanged a glance with Nick.  Then he said, “Look, Johnny, I’m sure she’s safe from anything like that happening....”

“HOW ?”, Johnny shot back.  “Happened to youse girls, could happen to Lola...To Anybody !”

“Umm...No”, Tony said.  Nick came up alongside Tony.  “We think the Townies took them.”

“The Townies ?”, Johnny responded, a frown creasing his face.  “Why would youse think that ?  Dey ain’t around anymore !”

“We think they are”, Nick said.  “They’re in hiding somewhere.”

“We’re also pretty sure they took Karen and Melody for revenge on us”, Tony added, “For beating their asses down on the Football Field last spring, and gettin’ them locked up.”

“Ise heard sompin’ bout that”, Johnny said, his anguish for Lola temporarily put aside.  “But, I also heards dat dey escaped and den left the Valley.”

Tony shook his head.  “We have new clues that indicate different”, he said without elaborating. “And we also think....That at least one of them is in the Asylum, right now.”

“Asylum ?”, Johnny shuddered.  “Dat Place ?  You’s sure ?”

“Yeah, pretty sure”, Tony said. “We’re gonna....Try to get in there tonight, find out for real....Maybe, get some information as to where the rest of them are.”

Johnny stared a Tony and Nick for a bit.  Then a slow grin creased his face.  “Youse guys are pretty brave and all, right ?”

“I’ve been in there already, to get Damon West outta there”, Nick deadpanned. “It’s almost like home.”

Johnny’s eyes darted between the two.  Suddenly, he said, “Take me’s wid you.”

“What ?!?”, Tony and Nick said in unison.

Johnny’s jaw was set. “Sure....I’se gonna wind up in there anyway, just like last time.”

Tony already knew, but he asked anyway. “What was you in there for ?”

“Some kids said they got together with Lola”, Johnny said, ”I went a little crazy !  Buts, that Jimmy Hopkins kid come and sprung me out.”

Tony and Nick glanced sidelong at one another, somewhat smirkingly.

”Youse think it‘s funny, do you ?”, Johnny said as he saw their look.  ”You think I'm a joke? Well, my little friends, I‘m the King around here !  ME !!  And after I’se does a Mission like this, Lola will come back to me when she hears abouts it !”

“What makes you so sure ?”, Tony asked, hiding his smile with some difficulty.

“Cause....She be the one who’s sent Hopkins to get me out, that be why”, Johnny explained.  “Deep down, I knows she loves me.  Sides, I know just where they keep them Townie losers in there....Save youse a lotta lookin’.”

“Let me guess”, Nick said.  “Block C ?”

Johnny cocked a finger at Nick.  “You gots it.”

Nick looked at Tony, who shrugged. “Might as well”, Tony said.  Turning to Johnny, he said, “All right...You’re in.  Meet us....At the at the pathway underpass by the Save Warehouse about midnight tonight.”

“I’se be there”, Johnny said. “Counts on it !”

“And...Bring some of your Clique”, Tony said.  A plan was already forming in his mind.  “We can use them.....For distraction.”
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[BloodChuckZ]

Nobody had seen Constantinos because he hadn’t even left the attic of the Girl’s Dorm.  He was too emotionally carried away with the wonders of Tiffany....Rather, the wonders of a particular part of Tiffany, which she knew how to use extremely well.  This was a thousand times better than getting off to the stolen panties he so recently had been sneaking in here to steal.

Tiffany had snuck up here to the Attic, just this morning, completely naked under her nightgown, which she had hurriedly stripped off, then directing Constantinos to strip and lay in the pile of books he had so neatly organized.  She then selected one of the romance books and flipped through it, until she found one of the racy love scenes in it.  Grabbing Constantinos with her free hand, she began massaging him.  “Let’s Roleplay !”, she said in an excited voice, and began softly reading out loud.

As she read, she mimicked the female’s love scene actions in the book, having Constantinos play along with the male’s part.  The more into it she read, the hotter she became, which in turn made Constantinos hotter.  By the time she reached the part where the story couple were were about to begin relations (a part that was always left out of such trashy love novels), Tiffany flung aside the book and mashed herself down on Constantinos, saying, “Now, Big Boy, let’s finish where they left off !”....Which Constantinos was more than willing to do.

Afterwards, she instructed him to wait until she returned from classes later in the day.  Constantinos voiced no protest at that, he was way past the point where the illogic of his situation could override his out-of-control emotions.  After years of being in a sexual desert, the sudden events of the past few days had been like the dumping of a waterfall on a fellow dying of thirst.  It no longer mattered that Tiffany was a crazy psychotic bitch.  The little voice in the back of his mind that had been screaming that something was wrong here, VERY Wrong, had been muffled and gagged into ineffectiveness.

Constantinos waited into the late hours of the afternoon before Tiffany made her re-appearance in the attic.  She brought along some food from the cafeteria and a couple of Beam Colas.  Although the food wasn’t that great, Constantinos scarfed it down like it was a feast, ignoring the crummy taste and washing it down with the Colas.  As he did, Tiffany told him what she wanted him to do next.  Since the Romance Books had all been taken out of the Library, he was to go after a new target....Anatomy Books.

“We're gonna trash that old Bitch's Library before the Summer's over", Tiffany said with evil glee, “Till there ain't a book in the whole place !"
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[BloodChuckZ]

Tony and Nick gathered Laurent up at the Football Field shortly after 11 P.M.  Accessing the door set into the new wall that separated the Field from the Observatory, they moved on to the large field the Nerds used for their G&G games mock battles, arriving at the short tunnel, which now also had a door set into it.  Tony was privy to the code for this door too, and he popped it out with no trouble.  Quickly they traversed the short tunnel, coming out into the large domed cavern where the rail line used to go through. 

It wasn’t too far to the wide wooden walkway across the Southern tip of the bay, but Tony had to get some things to equip themselves with first.  The trio headed off into the longer tunnel where Jimmy’s secret cave was located.  While Nick held a small flashlight, Tony pushed on the trigger rock set low into the wall, and a 'CLINK’ was heard.  Tony rose and pushed open the secret door set into the tunnel wall, and the three boys squeezed through, with Nick closing the door behind him.

Using their flashlights to navigate the narrow walkway, the came into Jimmy’s secret chamber.  Shining his light towards the old sturdy table, Tony went to it and lit the small lantern that rested on it, turning up the wick.  Soon the cavern was comfortably illuminated.  Tony next went to the   large metal bin set against the wall, which was secured with chains and a combination lock.  In no time at all he had the chains free and opened the bin.

He pulled out some Bottle Rocket Launcher and passed them around after checking to see that they were fully loaded. The Launchers weren’t used much anymore, mostly due to the enforced shortage of Gunpowder.  But there were still plenty of charges here, along with a great deal of M-80 Firecrackers.  Tony grabbed a handful for each of them.  Digging deeper, he found some bags of Marbles.  He had everyone stick some in their pockets just in case.  Before he closed the bin, he eyed the Rubberband Ball, then decided against it.  That Ball was the only one left in existence now, since the Nerds had blown-up the only other one during the Townie attacks. Tony wasn’t confident that he would be able to scoop it up in time if he had to use it, before it exploded.  Best to leave it for something when it would be really needed. 

Going to the Wardrobe next and rummaging around, he pulled out 2 Orderly Outfits and tossed one to Nick, who caught it deftly.  Laying one aside for himself, he dug deeper into the Wardrobe, and pulled out Greaser garb for Laurent.  Tossing it to him, he said with a grin, “You’re a Greaser for tonight !”  Laurent gave the outfit a distasteful look.  “Just think of it as Halloween”, joked Tony as he dug in the Wardrobe for one more item before closing it up.

By the light of the lantern, they changed into their outfits, then made ready to leave. “What the hell’s that for ?”, Nick asked as Tony picked up the bundle he had pulled last out of the Wardrobe.

“Oh, This ?”, Tony said, and unfurled the item.  “It’s a Straight-Jacket.  It’s our ticket into the Asylum tonight !”
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[BloodChuckZ]

As the boys made their way across the wooden bridge walkway, Tony had Laurent walk up front while he and Nick covered him with their Spud Guns, which the had also brought along.  It wouldn’t do to spook the waiting Greasers by suddenly appearing as Orderlies.

Passing by the small little Park along the side of the path, Tony could dimly make out the small underpass beneath the rail line, and what looked like a group of people milling about.  Tony and Nick pealed off to the side while Laurent continued on ahead.  When he got quite near the underpass, he called softly, “Oh, Johnny ?  Johnny Vincent ?”

There was a movement among the figures shadowed in the underpass.  One emerged and called out sharply, “Whadda You Want ?  Who Be Youse ?”

“Err...Hello there, Johnny”, Laurent began.  “You do not really know me, I am Laurent, I come with Tony and Nick tonight.”

The figure of Johnny Vincent emerged from the underpass.  “Yeah ?  Where Dey Be, Den ?”

“Right here, Johnny”, Tony said, emerging from around the corner of the underpass.  Likewise, Nick emerged from the other side.

There was a shocked look in Johnny’s features and the two boys closed in on him.  The Greasers behind Johnny began uttering insults and threats, and Johnny himself took up a fighting stance.  “Youse Better Get Away From Me !”, Johnny hollered roughly.

“Hey, Hey, Relax Johnny, Relax....It’s Us !”, Tony said, suppressing his laughter.  “It’s Nick and Tony !  We’re in disguise !”

Johnny kept his fists up while still moving around, his face going slack as he absorbed Tony’s words.  Finally, he cautiously let down his fists. “Dat...Be really youse ?”, he said, still uncertain.

“Yep, really us”, Tony laughed in spite of himself.  “Had you fooled, huh ?”

“Wells, ain’t dat somptin”, Johnny said in amazement.  “Dat’s a good disguise !”

“Oh there’s more”, Tony said, holding up the Straight Jacket.  “This is for YOU !”
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