The Bullworth Never Ending Story

[BloodChuckZ]

In the fading light of day, Algie received his Weapons from a smirking Jake, aka Leo Cash, in the alleyway behind the Bank by the Oil Spill Gas Station in exchange for $ 500.  As Jake pocketed the money, he asked Algie just what he needed Weapons for.

“After all, you live at the Carnival now”, he joked. “What’cha gonna do ?  Shoot some Midgets ?”

“Oh, No !”, exclaimed Algie, not getting the joke. “I got some...Er...Unfinished business to take care of.”

“And just what would that be ?”, asked Jake, mildly curious.

“Maybe you don’t know because you’re new here, Leo”, Algie began, “But somebody blew my nut off while I was sleeping at the Dragon’s Wing one night.”

“I heard something about that”, Jake, aka Leo Cash said, keeping a straight face, but inside he was screaming with laughter at the memory. “Heard they arrested the Store Owner, didn’t they ?”

“Yeah, but he didn’t do it !”, Algie said with sudden ferocity. “He wouldn’t ! He was my Friend, and a friend to all Nerds !  Those Cops are stupid Poo-Poos.  They never even looked for the real criminal that did this to me !”

“So, what are you gonna do about it now ?”, asked Jake nonchalantly.  “Heard you already bushwhacked most of them over at the School, right ?”

“Well, yeah”, Algie said miserably, “But not all of them. Some of them weren’t there. I bet I still didn’t get whoever attacked me.”

Jake watched blandly while Algie checked the Weapons he had brought him and tucked them away.  A small glimmer of an Idea was forming in his mind.  As Algie was finishing concealing his new Weapons, Jake broached what he had been thinking.

“I think I can help find out who your attacker was”, Jake said blithely, “For a price, of course.”

Algie looked up, startled. “How’s That ?  You weren’t even here when....”

Jake cut him off.  “I been here longer than you think.  That doesn’t matter, though.”  He pointed his arm in the direction of the School.  “They all hate you there now, Don’t they ?  Even your own people.”

Algie stared, then nodded sadly.  “I did what I had to do.”

“They don’t understand that, do they ?”, Jake continued.

Algie shook his head slowly.  “No”, he whispered.  “They don’t.....”

Jake turned and faced away, looking pensive.  “All those months of suffering, knowing you would never be the same”, he said.  “They...Your FRIENDS....Don’t get that.”

Algie stood as if in a trance, saying nothing in his misery of remembrance.

“But I get it”, Jake said softly.  “You need....Vindication.”

Algie slowly nodded.  “Yes”, he said, almost mechanically. “.....Vindication.”

“When the truth is revealed, there will be understanding”, Jake went on, turning back as he did so.  “I can make that happen for you.  Do you believe me ?”

“Yes”, Algie breathed, wanting to believe.

“Good.”  Jake walked a few paces away, and stopped.  “My price is....You will join my little operation I have planned.  Carry out an assignment with no questions, and....” Jake paused for dramatic effect.  “......And I will personally bring your attacker to you to face his justice.”

Algie’s mind fumbled.  “You....You can do that ?”

Jake hid a smirk that Algie couldn’t see.  “I can do that.”

“Then....”, Algie’s voice grew stronger, “I Agree !  I Agree, Brave Knight !”

Jake waved his hands.  “I’m not a Knight.  But understand this.....Cross me and you will pay Big.”  He turned fully to face Algie once more.  “Do we have a deal ?”

“Yes....A Deal”, Algie said steadily.

“Good.  Now leave me”, Jake said in a dismissive manner. “I’ll contact you when I need your services.”

“But...”, Algie said, “How will you know....”

“I know where to find the Beardless Fat Man”, Jake said, and smiled an evil smile.  “Don’t worry about that.”

Algie recoiled slightly at the wicked look on Jake’s face, made more so by the lengthening  shadows.  Without another word, he mounted his stolen bike and pedaled away.  He couldn’t escape the feeling that Leo seemed so familiar somehow.  As he rounded the corner and went out of sight, Algie suddenly shuddered.  He hoped that he just hadn’t made a deal with the Devil.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Pinky stopped at the Gate to Hattrick House and fished in her purse.  Christy watched as she pulled a giant old-style key out of her bag and inserted it into the ancient-looking lock of the Gate, turning it with effort until an audible click sounded in the cool darkening air. 

Christy helped Pinky push the Gate open, then close and re-lock it once they were inside the grounds.  Pinky said apologetically, “Sorry for all the hoopla, the boys are just a bit touchy about security lately.”

“Halt ! Who goes there ?”, came a rather bemused voice from up along the long porch.

“Just us Girls !”, Pinky called gaily, mounting the steps, followed by Christy.  “I’ve brought a guest !”

Winkie walked down the length of the porch to investigate.  He was carrying a Spud Gun, and a Bottle-Rocket Launcher was hanging from his hip.  “I knew it was you”, he said, eyeing the two beautiful girls in front of him.  “Who’s the Beauty with you ?”, he grinned.

“Oh, you Silly”, laughed Pinky.  “This here is Christy, my friend from School.  I invited her for a visit.”

“Well”, Winkie drawled, “I recon it’ll be allright with Kurt. Fine-looking girls are always welcome here at Casa Rocker.”  As he spoke, he eyed Christy with growing interest. “My name’s Winkie, by the way.”

Christy blushed on hearing Winkie’s complements.  She shot a shy look at Winkie.  He as a big fellow, a little on the pudgy side, but seemed to have a cat-like movement of ease.  His face radiated a sense of laid-back good cheer.  She could easily be attracted to him, if it wasn’t for....Well, if she wasn’t with Bif.  But, she had seen him before, she suddenly recalled.  Earlier in the year, at School, in the hallway.  “Hi, I’m Christy”, she said, feeling tongue-tied for lack of anything else to say.

“That’s what she said”, laughed Winkie, and then, the ice was broken.  Both girls laughed too.

Winkie gallantly opened the front door, and Pinky and Christy entered the house.  Inside, Pinky made the round of introductions to the others sitting in various spots in the living room....Bonz, Jero, and Grungy.  The Girls then headed into the kitchen, where Tibo was seated at the table, finishing up the remains of what looked to be a prime cut of steak.

“Hiya, Pinks !”, he greeted.  “Want some eats ?  Still some of this left in the skillet.”

“No, that’s alright”, Pinky said.  “We ate at Shinjo’s.  Tibo, this is Christy.  Christy, Tibo.”

Tibo measured Christy with a calculating look.  “Hey there Christy.  Welcome to the house.”

“Nice to meet everyone here”, said Christy politely. Tibo got up from the table, having finished his meal, and began clearing his dishes, going over to the sink to drop them off.

“This isn’t everyone”, Pinky remarked, watching Tibo.  “Where’s Kurt ?  Upstairs as usual ?”

“Yeah”, Tibo said, turning from the sink. “He’s upstairs with Benny, still messing with that Radio.  Guess that’s where I’m headed.”

“Oh, you boys and your toys”, Pinky remarked in jest.

“Gotta keep the Castle safe”, Tibo said as he left the kitchen.

“Radio ?”, Christy asked, after Tibo had left the room.

“Oh, just a thing Benny found in the trash and fixed up”, Pinky said, making a face.  “Can you imagine, dragging in stuff from the trash.  Boys will be boys, I suppose.”  Pinky wasn’t about to reveal what she had heard on that particular trash radio to Christy.  She had a feeling that Kurt wouldn’t want any outsiders to know about that.  “Com’on, let’s sit and have some hot Coca.”

Pinky went and busied herself at the stove, heating up water for the Coca.  Christy sat, watching her.  “Why, I didn’t know you knew how to do stuff like that”, she remarked.

“Yeah, I’ve become the real Sally Homemaker”, Pinky laughed.  “I can even cook !”

“What ? You ?”, Christy said in mock disbelief.

“Oh, Yeah.  Not too good, yet, but I’m learning !”  Pinky poured the powder and hot water into some mugs, stirred them, and dropped some Marshmallows into the cups.  Carefully, she brought them to the table.  “Here, try this.”

Christy sipped her Coca and found it to be absolutely delicious.  Pinky went on, “I can clean house too !  Got to, with all these slobs here.”

Christy just couldn’t picture Pinky cleaning house. “Things have changed, I guess”, she said wirily.

“For the both of us”, Pinky said.  “Could you ever imagine that this would have happened so fast ?”

Both girls talked long after, until late into the evening.  Christy finally noticed the time, and made to leave.  On her way out, Winkie offered to walk her back to the School.  Taking a look at the dark streets beyond the house, Christy accepted.  It would not do for a proper lady to be un-escorted at this time of night, and more and more, Christy was definitely feeling like a lady these days.  Besides, this Winky was a real likeable guy.  He would keep her safe.
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[BloodChuckZ]

In the hidden cave, Zoe and Jimmy lay in a pleasantly exhaustive tangle of arms and legs.  The stove was burning down the rather large load that had been put there earlier, still casting a warm glow into the far recesses of the cave.  Zoe snuggled next to Jimmy as they began to talk.

“I got to get back soon”, Zoe said breathlessly.

“You hearing anything new over there ?”, Jimmy asked.

“Only that the Preps got back together”, Zoe related. “Tony seems to think they’re up to something.”

“Oh, Gee”, Jimmy jibed, “What couldn’t the Preps be up to ?  Their Daddies own the place.  They can do just about what they want, what more do they need ?”

“Tony’s not sure.  Hell, I’m not sure, but they’re behind you getting busted and trumped up on fake charges.  Does Derby know what his Father knows ?  That you’re free ?”  Zoe pushed up on one elbow.  “You know what we oughtta do ?  Spy on the Old Man !  Break into Harrington Mansion and find out what’s going on !”

Jimmy’s eyebrows went up.  This was something he hadn’t considered.  Maybe some secrets still lay inside the Wolf’s Lair.  Jimmy had turned over the most damaging File to Pete shortly before he was arrested without fully understanding it’s contents.  All he really remembered was a bunch of strange-sounding names linked with dollar amounts that made his eyes watery.  Pete, though, was bright.  Pete would have understood.  But maybe it wasn’t enough.  Maybe there was more, buried in the depths of Mr. Harrington’s home office.

Jimmy grabbed Zoe’s head and kissed her.  “Babe, that is a great idea. We can do it just like we busted into Spencer Warehouse.”

“Only this time, we don’t vandalize anything”, Zoe said, “Just an in-and-out, Ninja suits and all. And it will have to be on a night when nobody’s there....Oh, and there’s probably an alarm system, but I can take care of that.....”

As the moon rose high, on through the late night, they planned their little escapade.
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[BloodChuckZ]

“Arrrgh !  This is driving me Crazy !” Tony fumed, staring at the wall chart in his small office.

Karen was seated on the desk, legs crossed, trying to strike a sexy pose, which obviously wasn’t distracting Tony much.  Or at all.  With a sigh, she slid off the desk and came over by his side.  She glanced up at the jumble of names, places, events, and lines criss-crossing the chart.  “Maybe there’s just too much here”, she soothed.  “All these connections....”

“It’s like the world’s biggest Soap Opera”, Tony said dejectedly.  “I’m not any further along on this than I was a month ago.”

Karen studied the chart intently for a few moments.  An idea took root slowly as she scanned up and down and from side to side.  It wasn’t what was on the chart....It was what was missing.  “Tony.....Why are those Rocker boys living in that expensive house over at the Vale ?”

Tony looked up and squinted then at Karen.  “Crabblesnitch is putting them up there, cause...I guess, the problems they had with them early in the School Year.  Least, that’s my understanding.”

“That’s a mighty fancy place”, Karen went on.  “Who’s paying for that ?  I remember when Mr. Hattrick first got fired, he couldn’t afford to keep the house, and had to give it back to the Bank.”

“So, if the Bank owns it.....?”, Tony said slowly.

“Right, who’s paying the mortgage ?”, Karen finished. “I wonder why Dr. Crabblesnitch didn’t buy the place, after all he fired Mr. Hattrick.”

“But Hattrick is still here”, Tony said.

“From what we heard, Mr. Hattrick filed a Lawsuit against the School, and they were forced to give him his job back in the settlement”, Karen related.

“But....Not his house”, Tony mulled.

“No....And I don’t have any idea where he lives now”, Karen said.

It suddenly occurred to Tony that outside of Ms. Phillips, who bunked in the Girl’s Dorm, he didn’t know where ANY of the Teachers lived off-Campus. He shook his head.  Problem for another time, perhaps.

“Pete once told me that the Harringtons and Spencers control everything here”, he said, “And that would mean....Even the Bank, or whoever runs the Bank....”

“Maybe they run the Bank”, Karen ventured.  “Maybe....”

“Maybe, Crabblesnitch was told to put them up there....”, Tony went on.

“....By the Harringtons”, Karen finished.  They both stared at each other. 

“What...Uh...Do the Harringtons have to do with the Rockers ?”, Tony wondered. Or more specifically, Kurt, he thought, since Kurt’s File was also missing out of all those he and Jimmy had gone through in the secret cavern.

Karen had returned to studying the chart.  “And another odd thing....Jake is hooked up to all these bad things....Bombs, shootings, thefts....And yet, the Cops haven’t even found him yet...”

Tony made a smirk face.  “Jake seems to be a master of disguise.  We already know he was at the Carnival, extorting money and selling weapons over that fake terrorism thing, posing as ‘Ace Adams’.....But after that, he seems to have melted into the pavement.  Until he showed up and rigged all those blood balloons, and then shot me.”

“I think....”, Karen said, meditatively, “We need to find out where he came from.  I mean, he just showed up here over last Summer, and by the time School started, he was already running those clothing scams.  It’s like, he got a lot of power awfully quick....”

“Jake and Pete were the first ones I really talked to when I first came here”, Tony recalled.  “Jake showed me around almost like he owned the place.  Pete didn’t seem to know that much about him, though.  I never found a File on him in Pete’s stuff.”

“Pete was new to being the Mediator, then too.  And Jake really wasn’t in School all that long, only about 6 weeks from the time classes started”, Karen added.  “Pete may not have had time to collect any information on him.”

“Still, you would think that there would have to be a record of him somewhere....” Tony trailed off, thinking.  He had already apprised Dr. Crabblesnitch of Jake’s actions, to which the Headmaster has expressed the appropriate outrage.  But that was as far as it went, it seemed.  Crabblesnitch had given him no information at all about Jake, not even, Tony realized, his last name.  He assumed that Crabblesnitch would pass along what Tony told him to the Police, and possibly Mr. Harrington.  Now, he wasn’t so sure.

“I don’t suppose anybody here knew much about him, either”, Tony said to Karen.

“Nobody I know of”, Karen said, and shivered.  “All I know, is he gave all us girls the creeps.  Just like Gary Smith.”

“Really”, Tony said, curiously.  A glimmer of a idea formed in his mind.  “Karen”, he said, turning and taking her by the arms, “Tell me all you know about Gary Smith.”
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[BloodChuckZ]

Jake watched the Townies go through their training moves in the empty lot near the Chem Plant with a critical eye.  He had been coming here often, trying to whip them into some semblance of fighting shape.  Jake knew that the Townies could easily beat the Nerds, and had pounded down the Bullies with relative ease.  He was more concerned about the other Cliques.....The Townies were on an equal footing with the Greasers, they both had sort of a hostile unwilling truce in New Coventry, where both groups co-existed.  He was unsure of how they would fare against the Preps.  But definitely, they had gotten their asses kicked the last time they tangled with the Jocks.  And they had to be tough enough to handle them all.

Jake’s master plan was to make a frontal stealth attack on the School, a surprise assault late at night, and quietly deal with each Clique one at a time, subdue them and move on.  Timing would be critical, and they couldn’t afford to take many losses before they had to go up against the tougher Cliques.  Most of the Townies had been accepting of his plans, but Jake knew that some of them were a bit whacked out in the head and the urge to go Rogue....Off on their own....Would be strong.  This is what the  repetitious training was all about, to get it into their minds that everyone must stick to the plan in order for it to succeed.

Jake was no stranger to street fighting himself.  In his past, he had been involved in plenty of altercations in the slummy Hell’s Kitchen neighborhood where he had grown up without a Father.  The law of the street there was eat or be eaten.  His Gang Leader’s instructions had to be followed to the letter to avoid being rubbed out.  There was no quarter given.  You either lived to fight another day, or wound up on a slab at the City Morgue, to be buried as just another defeated street tough in the Charity Cemetery at Potter’s Field.

In the mild early-spring air, Jake watched the Townies go through their paces with jabs, feints, kicks, and hip throws, each paired up with one doing aggressive moves and the other doing defensive moves.  Although Jake planned to equip them with Weapons, it would be far better to take over the weaker Cliques with hand-to-hand combat and subdue them, as not to alert any of the other Cliques as to what they were up to.  If it worked smoothly, the School would be taken over before anyone knew what exactly had happened.

Jake walked up and down the line, observing the Townies, stopping to give an instruction or two here and there.  It was a bit more than two weeks until the planned attack, and Jake felt that they just might be ready by then....Might.  Jake sighed to himself as he watched them.  He would ready them as much as he could before the attack.  It would have to do.
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[Mike_W]

Tony had promised Peanut that he would find a Prep by that afternoon to bring down to the Auto Shop. While a little hesitant, Peanut agreed to allow for a Prep to engage in their activities mostly to show off and look superior with his mechanical skills, and less as a way to get along with the rich punks. Tony arrived at the Harrington House to find the Preps just bumming around and making small talk with fellow members.  Apparently they were still mad about their shields being stolen.

When Tony spoke up and asked the crowd for a willing volunteer to learn how the Greasers live, much chatter began to sound among the Preps.  There seemed to be a lot of hesitation on this side as well.  The Preps had little to no interest in getting dirty fixing bikes.  Finally, Chad bravely stepped forward and volunteered. "Great, Thanks Chad.", said Tony in a polite voice.  Tony and Chad made their way towards the Auto Shop. 

As they passed the fountain, Chad asked the all important question, "What exactly am I going to be doing ?"
 
"Well, that's up to Peanut and the others I guess", replied Tony.

When the pair made it to the shop, Peanut welcomed Tony in, and took one look at Chad. "Oh...Uh...Hey there", he said nervously.

Peanut lead the two boys through the noisy Shop, they passed a few cars and eventually came to a blue bicycle with white flames painted on the frame. "This here is Lefty's prized bike.  We's gots to fix it up and get it on the road again", Peanut explained.

Chad looked at the bike, a little confused, and began to ask a question. "What's wrong with it ?  It looks fine to me."

Peanut couldn't believe the level of ignorance. "Fine ? Fine ? Just look at that chain !...And that wheel ! It needs a good alignment !", shouted the Greaser.

"Dude, just relax, he's here to learn.", said Tony as he stepped in to act as peacemaker.  Peanut settled down and walked over to the tool bench.  He grabbed a box of wrenches and screw drivers and sat down with Chad.  Peanut gave Chad some tools and began showing him where to begin on the bike.  Tony smiled to himself as he observed the work he had done.

Chad learned fast.  It was not long before Peanut didn't have to give instruction anymore. "Okay, Hero. Looks like you's got this covered. Just replace that chain for me", Peanut said in a friendly tone.  The Greaser approached Tony and began to praise Chad's work, even admitting that maybe he was wrong about those guys.  Peanut decided to let Chad finish up and told him to go wheel the bike into Lefty's work station when he was done. 

It only took about half an hour and Chad emerged from behind the work station. "All set !", Chad said happily, as he strode past Tony and Peanut.

"Hey, Com'ere", Peanut motioned with his hand. "You’re not such a bad guy, maybe we could get the boys together tomorrow of something ?"

"Now see, that's a great idea !", replied Tony.  The boys said goodbye to each other as Tony and Chad walked back to the Harrington House.  Tony thanked Chad before departing for the Dorm, but little did he know what Chad had done to Lefty's bike.  Chad had become so skilled with the tools that he switched out the electric-blue handles with hot-pink ones.  Chad had also attached streamers and a face plate with a pink pony on the front.
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[BloodChuckZ]

When Lefty returned later that day and saw his bike, he freaked.  “WHO THE HELL BEEN MESSIN’ WITH MY RIDE ?”, he yelled loudly.

Peanut appeared and ran over to him, with the other Greasers following.  “Nobody been messin’.....We had a Prep over to fix it up for you, sorta an exchange program, see ?”

“What’s with all the Racket, Jacket ?”,  Hal spoke up.

“Yeah, why be Rude, Dude ?”, chimed in Lucky.

“WHY ?  WHY ?  Look at THIS !!”, Lefty shouted, and pulled the bike out and turned it around for all to see.  “I’m gonna STOMP Somebody !”

At the sight of the front of the bike, the Greasers looked on with their mouths open.  Then, just as if someone pulled a switch, they burst into gales of uncontrollable laughter.  Within seconds, they were fighting for breath with tears streaming down their cheeks, howling and pointing at the front of Lefty’s ‘Re-Decorated’ bike.  Holding their sides, they fell to the floor, unable to stop.

“Ohhh....Ohhh.....My RIBS !”, Guffawed Ricky.

“Too...Funny.....Oh, SHIT !”, Peanut screeched.

Lefty stood there, his face turning red with embarrassment.  “Youse Guys SUCK !”, he said in a hurtful tone, throwing down his bike and running to a far corner of the Shop to hide away.  But his friends couldn’t stop from laughing even harder as he did so.

“There’s gonna be payback for this”, Lefty muttered from the corner. “Big Time !” 
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[Repo Man]

Later that evening, Pedro wandered into the Common Room at the Boy’s Dorm and spotted Nick, lounging on the couch in front of the Television.  Hesitantly, he approached him.

"Did you do it ?", asked Pedro.

"Do what ?", asked Nick.

"You said you're gonna do it", said Pedro.

"I'd maybe answer you if I knew what the hell you're talking about", said Nick.

"Well you know...about my bed", said Pedro.

"Oh that", replied Nick. "You find out who did it ?"

"Constantinos told me he heard couple of Greasers talk about it. Apparently it was Ricky Pucino, and he told Hal he was going to urinate on all Nerds' and weak kids' beds", said Pedro.

"Ricky Pucino, uh?", responded Nick buttoning up his aviator leather jacket. "This is gonna be fun. Are you coming ?"

"What are you gonna do?", Pedro asked.

"Beat the Oil Licker back to the 50's", replied Nick. "Are you coming ?"

"But...if you're fighting Ricky does that mean I have to beat other Greaseballs ?", asked Pedro.

"Will you be able to ?", asked Nick.

Pedro didn't reply, but continued to follow Nick outside and towards the Parking Lot. A group of Bullies looked at Pedro, grinning, and they would certainly have attacked him if Nick wasn't with him.  They entered the Autoshop area and approached fat Hal Esposito who was on his own, sitting on a wooden crate.

"Where's Ricky ?", asked Nick.

"What you need him for ?", asked Hal.

"I've been sent to help him out with some bicycles", lied Nick.

"Inside. He's fixing what that Prep bastard did to Lefty's bike", Hal said.

Nick approached the garage door and lifted it, followed by Pedro. Two Greasers, Ricky and Lucky were inside. They weren't laughing at Lefty's bike anymore. Instead, Ricky, the Clique's bicycle master, was replacing the handles. Lucky said hello to Nick, but he didn't react. He instead approached the bicycle Ricky was working on.

"Ricky", he called, but Ricky didn't reply. "Ricky!", he said, this time louder, but Ricky remained silent. Suddenly, Nick grabbed Lefty's bike with both of his hands, and tossed it aside with so much force it hit the wall.

"Man, what's your problem?", asked Ricky. "What do you want ?"

"I came to beat you up", said Nick.

"What for ?", asked Ricky.

"You know what for", Nick replied.  " After I'm done you're gonna go buy Pedro new sheets and a pillow."

"Oh, that...", said Ricky.

"Yeah, that", Nick deadpanned.

"I don’t wanna fight you.  You beat up Damon, Norton and Russell."  Ricky paused and suddenly realized he would lose respect if he didn’t fight.  He relented, “You don't use legs and we'll fight".

"Good enough for me", said Nick and took a Philly Shell boxing stance. "Come over here."

Ricky took the fighting stance too. As the fighters circled, Lucky split and returned with Peanut and some of the other Greasers to watch the fight.  Ricky made the first move, danced forward and swung a high kick to Nick, who effortlessly backstepped using his good footwork. Then, Nick attacked with a boxing punch combination, breaking Ricky's guard and ending with a overhand punch that knocked Ricky down to the floor, where he wallowed, clutching his head.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Nick hadn’t even broken a sweat.  Taking a couple of long steps, he reached over to the work table where Ricky had set a half-drank can of soda.  Going back to Ricky, he dumped the contents over his head and torso.  Then, as the other Greasers watched in amazement, Nick undid his pants and began pissing into the can, empting his bladder.  When he finished, he set the can on the floor while he zipped up.  He then reached down, grabbing Ricky by the hair and pulled him up into a sitting position.  Nick then retrieved the can from the floor and pressed it to Ricky’s lips.

“You look dehydrated, Ricky”, Nick said casually.  “Here, drink this.”

In a sort of half-fog, Ricky began to drink from the can, not even knowing what it was.  Peanut, who could hardly believe his eyes, began to move forward.  Nick stopped him with a steely glare.  “That’s far enough, Peanut.”

“Hey, Man”, Peanut said. “Dude, that’s Cold.”

“Actually, It’s rather warm”, Nick said, cracking a grim smile, “Ain’t it Ricky ?”

Ricky had just gained enough sense to realize what he was gulping down.  Feebly he pushed the can away, sloshing the liquid on his face and chest.  “Oh…Fuck…”, he moaned through a mouthful of urine.  Suddenly, Ricky convulsed and began to vomit.  Nick grabbed the can and quickly stepped away as Ricky spewed chunks and fluid onto himself and the floor. 

“We can’t waste what’s left”, Nick idly remarked, “Have to save some for Hal.”

From the corner where he had drifted in to watch the fight, Hal stammered, “Uh…Uh-Uh….Not Me, No Way !”

“Funny that”, Nick went on casually, “I heard you was in on the bed wetting.”

Hal nervously licked his lips. “No…Wasn’t me…I…I wouldn’t do that.”

“Hmm”, Nick said.  “Guess I heard wrong. I was just thinking you maybe saw some Rats, and maybe couldn’t hold it.”

At the mention of Rats, the color drained from Hal’s face.  He began to shake, and whipped his head back and forth.  Suddenly, he bolted from the room.

Nick watched him go, then upended the remainder of the can over the head of the still-puking Ricky.  The Greasers looked on, stunned at what they had witnessed.

“Here’s how this works”, Nick said.  “Any more wet sheets from the weaker kid’s beds that they didn’t do themselves, and you’re all gonna be drinking some of this here special soda.”

There was a silence broken only by the sound of Ricky’s gagging as Nick turned and strolled out of the Autoshop with Pedro following close behind.
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[Mike_W]

"That filthy, no good BASTARD !", shouted Hal.  The Greasers had gathered inside the Auto Shop to discuss what had just happened to one of their own earlier in that evening.  Peanut just stood, shaking his head, still in disbelief.

"Why should we take this crap from some punk-ass bitch?", continued Hal.

"I know !  We gots to make him pay for that little show of bravery....I mean stupidity", said Lucky.

Peanut suddenly broke his silence and stepped out of the light and closer to his gang of Greasers. "We're Greasers for Christ's sake, we got the tools here TO do something about it!" With that, Peanut produced a sling shot from his pocket and placed it on the nearby tool bench. "We are gonna fuck him up, and then , just to add insult to some serious injuries, we's are gonna piss all over his bed.", said Peanut in a confident voice. "Why stop there? Maybe we'll shit in his lunch too !".

The Greasers all stood up and began clapping.  There was a reason Peanut had become leader after Johnny had gone, he knew how to boost morale and really keep the Greasers on top.  Peanut silenced his fellow members and began to speak again. "So, now we got two fuckers we gotta set right.  That cock-swallower, Chad, and that punk, Nick."  Ricky had recovered from his ordeal and sat with an evil grin on his face.  There was going to be trouble and if Ricky could help it, there was going to be blood.
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Tony arrived at their Dorm room later and Nick told him the story.

“You Did What ?”, Tony asked, incredulous.

“Made him drink his own Piss”, Nick repeated patiently.

Tony groaned.  “You can’t be doing that kind of stuff !”

“Why Not ?”, Nick said casually.  “I heard that Hopkins Dude done the same thing.”

Tony had heard that same story too, about Jimmy taking a piss in the Jock’s Gatorade Cooler.

“Still, it don’t make it right”, Tony said in frustration.

“Keeping the weaker kids from being Bullied makes it right”, Nick countered.

Tony shook his head.  “There are limits....You don’t make kids drink piss or eat shit.”

“Why Not ?”. Nick questioned.  “Teaches them a lesson about what it’s like.”

“Well....For one thing, it’s Unsanitary and Gross”, Tony said.

“Unsanitary and Gross ?”, Nick mocked.  “Hell, the School Cafeteria is Unsanitary and Gross, with all the germs that fat cook Edna coughs and sneezes into whatever she makes back there.”

Nick had a point, Tony conceded.  Still.......

“They won’t take this laying down”, Tony said, “They’ll be after you now.”

“So What ?”, Nick said calmly.  “Let ‘em try.  I’ll kick all their asses.”

Tony was dumbfounded. “What, the whole Clique ?  That’s absurd.  You can’t take on all them at once !”

“Sure I can”, Nick replied easily. “I can beat them with one foot tied behind my back.”

“But...What if they bushwhack you ?", Tony pleaded.  “What if....."

“All the worse for them", Nick said confidently.  “I WILL make them eat shit if they try that.”

Tony was at a loss for words.  Surely Nick was just being too arrogant.

“Look”, Nick said, “Since I came here, I’ve done everything you and your friends has asked of me.  I beat up some tough dudes, and even helped rescue one.”

“Well...That’s True”, Tony allowed.  “But....”

“But nothing”, Nick said firmly.  “The weaker kids need protection.”

Tony couldn’t argue with that.  “It’s just the way....”

“It’s My Way”, Nick said.  “I can handle myself.  For all I’ve done, let me handle this in my own way.  Never let you down yet, have I ?”

“No”, Tony admitted.  “But you have to have someone watch your back.”

“Hey, I got this, OK ?”, Nick answered. “Not to worry.”  Nick spotted Melody out the window, walking across the Quad. “I got to go....Catch up with you later, Dig ?”

Tony watched Nick quickly leave the Dorm to intercept Melody, shaking his head.  He knew that Nick was quite sure of his prowess, but feared that he may have bitten off a little more than he could chew this time.  He hoped he was wrong.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Gathered by the crackling fire in Harrington House’s ornate ground floor room, three Preps gathered over Lot Plat diagrams for Western Bullworth Vale.  Plans had been laid and were being finalized for an assault on Hattrick House, now that all the Preps were once more united for a common goal, that of returning Pinky from the clutches of those barbaric interlopers who didn’t belong at the school or in their High-Class neighborhood.

“Once more....Let’s go over the plan”, Derby said tersely.

“Is this really necessary ?”, spoke Tad.

“Just listen, Spencer”, Bif said, giving Tad a hard look.

“We 've been through this already”, Tad said in a challenging tone.

“Then we will go through it again”, Derby growled, trying to control his temper.  He was still highly pissed at Tad for boning Pinky behind his back, but needed him, Justin, Parker, and Gord, to help carry out the assault.  Once he had Pinky back, He was going to find a way to fix Tad’s wagon, Oh Yes....But until then.....

Tad stared at Bif, then suddenly relented. “All right, let’s get this over with.”

Derby cast a glance up for a few seconds, then bent back to the Lot Plat diagram in front of him.  Placing a pointer at Vale Valley Road, he said, “We’ll stage in two groups, one here at my Father’s house.....” Here Derby pointed at Harrington Mansion, marked number 29, “....And the second here, from Tad’s Dad’s house."  Derby pointed at Spencer Estates, marked number 27.  “I’ll be taking Bryce, Chad, and Gord.  Bif, you and Spencer take Justin and Parker.  My group will scale the wall in the corner from the alleyway here....” Derby pointed at the South-East corner of of the wall on the lot marked 28, Hattrick Manor.  “Bif, your group will come across the wall from the vacant house here to the North.”  Here Derby pointed at lot 26.  “There’s a double wall, so take plenty of ropes. Climb the lattice and tie the ropes to the spikes to let yourselves down.  This has to be done in silence.  I know they post a lookout, but they'll be watching the Gate and not the walls.  Bif will take him out quietly, and then we can swarm the house and take them by surprise.  Once we’re in, I’ll grab Pinky.”

“What if she doesn’t want to come with us ?”, Tad snorted. 

“Then we shall take her by force”, Derby seethed.  “Those fucks have just got her brainwashed, that’s all.”

“Seems like an awful lot of trouble”, Ted shot back.  “We could just get her here, at the School.”

“She comes in with those fucks in the morning and leaves with them when classes are over”, said Derby as if talking to a child.  “What are we supposed to do, grab her out of class ?  Get real.  This is the only way.”

“Besides”, Bif said, looking at Tad, “We’re going to save Mister Kurt just for you.  We’re going to hold him so you can beat him.  You still want revenge on that Pauper, don’t you ?”

Tad did.  Despite all of his recent altruistic feelings during his recovery from Kurt’s savage beating, he wanted revenge very badly.  He nodded emphatically.  “Yes....I do.”

“Great”, Derby said snidely.  “Now, Bif, you got the house layout down ?”

“Yes.  Christy told me the whole layout of the inside”, Bif smirked.  “She’s been there quite a few times now.  Even gave me some Intel on where they post the lookouts and when.”

Tad had been surprised to find out Bif had been going with Christy.  He had never shown the slightest interest in her before.  Now he knew why.  “You’ve been using her as a Spy !”

“Yep, sure have, Einstein”, Bif quipped.  “You think I’d actually want to be with a Pauper Skank like that ?”

“So....Are you going to dump her after this is over ?”, Tad asked.

Bif laughed.  “I might just string her along for awhile first.  Every guy needs a little nookie, am I right there, Tad ?”

“Enough !”, Derby said as Tad’s face reddened in anger.  “Back to the plan.”

“Suits me”, Bif smirked as Tad fumed.

“Good”, Derby went on, “We’ll hit them from the front and back at the same time.  They won’t have time to react.”  He looked at Bif.  “We got our outfits ?”

“Picked them up today”, Bif replied.  He had indeed just brought back the Black Aquaberry Fatigues from the Aquaberry Store, charged to Derby’s credit card.  “All ready to go.”

“Good”, Derby said.  “Get everybody ready and in position.  We move out tonight at 11.”

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Benny left his room on the double and quickly found Kurt, who was hanging in his room with Pinky and Tibo.  “They’re coming tonight”, he said, “Sometime after 11.”  Benny had been monitoring the Frequency on the Radio from the hidden Walkie Talkie in Harrington House every evening since the unexpected discovery that they could eavesdrop on them.  Now, it had paid off.  “They’re coming over the walls. Listen !”

Kurt, Pinky and Tibo listened as the Preps plan went down.  Winkie entered the room soon after.

“Over the walls. Eh ?”, Kurt mused. “I thought for sure they’d try to crash the Gates. Who’s on watch tonight ?”

“Um...Bonz is”, Benny said.

“OK....Get everybody in Position by then”, Kurt ordered. “Tibo, you take the South wall, I’ll take the North wall.  Everyone else, attack plan Delta, just like we planned.  When Bonz sees them come over the wall, he is to go inside.  They’ll think he abandoned his post and we’ll lure them in.  Got it ?"

Benny nodded, and ran off to tell the others.

“Showtime”, Kurt said with a big grin.
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Silently moving in the darkness, Derby led his contingent of Preps to the rise in the Alley that ran from the Cul-de-sac to Vale Valley Road.  Here the ground sloped up to where it was an easy 5-foot climb over the wall.  Consulting his watch, Derby waited and then finally motioned Bryce, Chad, and Gord over the wall.  Derby hopped up last and peered through the trees bordering the wall.

To the North, Bif had led the others through the deserted yard of the vacant house and one by one they climbed the latticework to the wall.  Looping ropes around the spikes, they made their way forward and scaled the second wall.  Bif stood and scanned the darkness ahead while motioning Tad, Justin, and Parker to remain in place on top of the wall.  He could just barely make out the figures on top of the far wall.  As he watched, one figure silently jumped down and began to move stealthy forward.
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About this time, the figures of Jimmy and Zoe appeared, stealthy moving across the rim of the Cul-de-sac to the alley behind Harrington Mansion.  They had left Jimmy’s hidden cave earlier, taking the old rail path around the perimeter of the School, dashing across the bridge and dropping over the wall to the beach, then keeping out of sight along the beach wall in the darkness until reaching the Prep’s Beach House.  They had expected to maybe encounter some Preps there, but the beach was empty, and they moved on.  Snaking up the path past the Overlook, they crossed the Cul-de-sac and slinked across to their destination....The rear of Harrington Mansion.  Across Vale Valley Road lay the fancy Garage used by both the Spencer and Harrington families. 

Both were outfitted in Black Ninja clothing, helping blend them into the darkness of the night.  Sneaking to the West end of the property, Jimmy climbed a tree and gained the top of the wall.  A quick reconnaissance showed the house dark with no signs of activity.  The Harringtons were rarely here, usually off in the Big Apple running their many interests.  Jimmy beckoned Zoe, and she climbed up the tree, the dropped to the wall next to Jimmy.  Neither knew that they had just missed the band of Preps that had just moved out a few minutes earlier to attack Hattrick House, and had they turned around, they might have seen Derby and his band of Preps lined up along the corner of the Manor wall like dominoes.  But neither ever saw the other, so intent on their separate missions as they were.

Jimmy and Zoe dropped down to the ground.  Quickly, they took a look around.  “Look”, Zoe whispered, “There’s a window open.”

And so there was, up on the second floor at the side.  “We need a ladder”, Zoe said quietly.

“I know just where one is”, Jimmy said, “If it’s still there.” 

Both had decided not to leave any evidence of their being there, and were fully prepared to abandon the mission if there was the slightest chance of discovery.  Jimmy snuck around to the front and tried the front door.  It was locked.  He then went to the front Gate, and found it wasn’t locked.  He eased the Gate open, then ran across the street to the fancy garage.  Going around to the back, he saw the maintenance ladder still in place just as he had remembered.  With some difficulty, he wrestled the ladder around front, then quickly lowered it and hauled it back across the street.  Coming through the Gate, he set the ladder down, and closed the gate.  Then, taking the ladder, he set it up on the side of the house underneath the open window.  After a quick check, Jimmy and Zoe scampered up the ladder and climbed through the open window.
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Derby snuck around to the front of the house with his Weapon at the ready.  But there was no lookout stationed on the porch.  Cautiously, he slowly ascended the steps to the front door and peeked inside.  There was a light on, deeper in the house, but he couldn’t see any sign of movement.  Gently, he tried the doorknob.  It was unlocked.

“Dunbasses”, he muttered, “Ripe for the picking.”  Derby backed away from the door, and retreated down the steps.  Seeing Bif’s group dimly in the darkness, he motioned them down off the wall, then tuned and did likewise to his own group on the other wall.  The Preps dropped to the ground and began to advance quietly on Hatrick House.

Suddenly, the bank of six floodlights mounted along the porch flared to life, catching the startled images of the Preps in mid-step halfway between the house and the wall.  The figures of four shadowy Rockers could be seen in the backlight, standing at the ready on the flat roof atop the porch, Weapons raised.  A brief second showed in frozen detail the unmoving Preps, stunned by the sudden turn of events. 

Then the Rockers began firing, and all hell broke loose.
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[BloodChuckZ]

In the silent house, Jimmy and Zoe searched room by room with the flashlight Jimmy had brought along.  Passing by the room where Pinky had seduced Tony, they finally located Mr. Harrington’s Home Office at the rear on the second floor.  Entering, Zoe quickly moved to close the dark curtains over the window.  Jimmy shined the flashlight around.  The room held a massive ornately carved desk, a couple of leather chairs, a small kitchenette, and a large Filing Cabinet.  Trying the desk drawers, Zoe found them unlocked.  Likewise, Jimmy tried the file cabinet and found the drawers unlocked.

“Doesn’t seem be hiding anything”, Zoe remarked, pulling open the desk drawers.

“Sometimes that’s what they want you to think”, Jimmy said.  “They bury the incriminating stuff in with a legit File.  That’s how I found.....”

Jimmy broke off.  Zoe looked up.  “Found what ?  How you found what ?”

Shaking his head, Jimmy said, “I can’t tell you.  Better you didn’t know, anyhow.”

“Jimmy, tell me”, Zoe said, exasperated. “You can trust me, you know.”

“It’s not that”, Jimmy said. “I didn’t get a chance to read it all.  It’s a File I gave to Pete for safekeeping right before....Before Gary’s murder.”

“Oh”, Zoe said, perplexed.  “What did Pete do with it, then ?”

“Tony said he told him he buried it somewhere.”, Jimmy replied.

“What, no clue where ?”, Zoe asked.

“Only Pete knows where”, Jimmy said, “and he ain’t talking now.”

“So...What’s in it then ?”, Zoe asked.

“Pete told Tony it was something very damaging”, Jimmy said slowly.  “Something that they would kill for to get back.”

Zoe was silent at that.  This was serious business after all.

“We better get started”, Zoe finally said, “This is going to take awhile.”
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[BloodChuckZ]

“DOWN !!”, Derby yelled as the fuselage of Spuds and Rockets began raining down on the suddenly ambushed Preps.  All the Preps hit the dirt, rolling for any cover they could find, a bush, a tree, or several of the potted plant urns around the front yard.  All but one, that was...Chad, unnerved by the swift shock of the attack, sprinted for the front Gate and attempted to climb over.  The Rockers on the roof concentrated fire on him, Spuds mashing him into the gate and the M-50 Rockets from their launchers finishing him off.  As he slid down the Gate to the ground, he groaned, “That’s it...Shoot the rich kid....” before losing consciousness.

This gave the Preps time to unholster their weapons and fire back at the shadowy figures on the roof.  While the Preps were concentrating on the porch roof, the front door was suddenly thrown open and Bonz appeared, lobbing Stink Bombs at the Prep’s hiding positions.  Several turned fire on him and he was hit in the hip with a spud.  Bonz went down, but crawled back to the door, pushed himself through, and managed to close and lock the door.  He pulled himself to a sitting position and pulled a Weapon to guard the door.

The Stink Bombs drove the Preps from their hiding places.  Gord ran back to the wall and attempted to re-scale it to escape.  Before he could even get a hand-hold on the top of the wall, he was cut down by a barrage of Spuds and M-50 Rockets.  He fell to the ground, moaning, “I...Would...Have paid you...Not to....” before passing out.  Derby and Bryce made a break, running towards the back of the house down the side yard.

Bif was able to get in a lucky shot at the Rocker closest to him at the edge corner of the porch roof.  The Spud shot hit Jero in the guts, causing him to drop his Weapon and tumble over the edge of the roof.  He landed in a bush at the side of the porch, groaning in pain but still conscious.

Bif saw Derby and Bryce take off towards the back, and he urged Justin and Parker to escape down the side yard on their side.  He fired some more rounds towards the roof as cover.  Benny stepped forward to the spot on the roof Jero had been at and nailed Tad in the head as he ran by.  Tad was flung to the ground.  Tad gasped, “I’ll make you....Pay for that...”, before passing out.  Bif fired a round at Benny, but missed, before following the retreating Justin and Parker.

As Derby and Bryce went running by, Tibo stepped out from behind a tree and pumped a couple of rounds from his Spud Gun into Bryce’s ass.  Bryce pitched forward and hit the ground.  Tibo advanced and shot another round in Bryce’s guts as he tried to get up.  Bryce sagged to one knee, but didn’t go down.  Tibo closed the distance between them and laid a left to Bryce’s upturned jaw followed by a roundhouse right.  Bryce went down, knocked out.

At the other side yard, Kurt crouched behind a bush as Justin, Parker, and then Bif came running by, then swiftly raised up, took careful aim, and fired a Spud that smacked Bif in the base of the skull.  Bif was thrown forward by the impact, his face meeting the ground and being dragged along by his forward momentum, tearing 'road rash’ gouges in his pretty Prep face.  Kurt ran to the downed Bif and delivered several kicks to the ribs of the fallen boy.  “I’m....Sorry....Daddy...”, Bif groaned, and then passed out in the dirt.

As the Preps had fled into both side yards, Benny and Winkie climbed down from the porch using the porch supports and gave chase.  Grungy entered through the window from the porch roof, and ran downstairs, heading to defend the back from intrusion.  As he stepped onto the Decking, Grungy spotted Derby running by, heading for the lattice wall in the back of the yard, and opened fire.  Derby spotted Grungy and was able to duck, twist, and roll to avoid being hit.  Derby reached the lattice wall and ran along it, heading for an opening at the far North end that led to an old Greenhouse. 

At that moment, Justin and Parker came running into view, with Kurt chasing them.  Tibo ran in from the left, and shortly Benny and Winkie followed, Weapons at the ready.  Grungy swiveled, and leveled his Weapon at the two hapless Preps.  “Give It Up !”, he yelled.  “You’re Surrounded !!”  Both skidded to a stop.  Parker raised his Weapon and fired a volley at Grungy which went over his head and exploded harmlessly.  Grungy returned fire, sending three Spuds into Parker’s guts.  Parker doubled up and fell to the ground, crying, “I think...I want to go home....”, before passing out.

Meanwhile, Justin had turned to see Kurt coming up behind him, and Tibo closing in to his right.  He wasn’t even able to get a shot off before a Spud crashed into his shoulder, spinning him around, and another took his legs out from under him, slamming him to the ground.  He raised his arms and pleaded, “Can you stop with the Violence ?”  Kurt turned a deaf ear to his plea, firing an M-50 into his crotch.  The explosion knocked him senseless.

Derby had reached the opening in the lattice wall, ducking behind it, were he used it as cover to counter-attack.  The Rockers took up defensive positions, and a pitched battle ensued for all of five minutes, until Derby finally ran out of ammo.  Dropping his useless Weapons, he charged for the old Greenhouse for better cover.  However, realizing that the Greenhouse would provide poor protection, he altered course and made for the spot where the lattice wall met the brick wall.  The Rockers, with Kurt in the lead, rounded the corner just as Derby reached the corner where the two walls intersected, and began firing.  Amid splatting Spuds and exploding M-50s, Derby was knocked off the wall before he ever reached the top.  He was trying to regain his feet just as the Rockers reached him.

“Grab his arms”, Kurt ordered.  Tibo and Winky got ahold of a struggling Derby and pinned his arms behind his back.  Kurt approached and stood eye to eye with his enemy.

“So...We meet again”, Kurt said, with a cruel grin, “Except you can’t sucker punch me this time, BITCH !!”

Derby hawked back and spit a loogie in Kurt’s face. “FUCK YOU, PAUPER !!”, he rasped.

Enraged, Kurt brought up his Spud Gun, jammed it into Derby’s groin, and fired a Spud directly into his nuts.

“OHHHH !!!!”, Derby screamed, “LOW BLOW !!!!”

Kurt cast aside his Weapon and sunk his fist deep in Derby’s guts.  “You MOTHERFUCKER !!  You’re Never Gettin’ Pinky Back, NEVER !!”

“She...Doesn’t....Belong....To....You”, Derby gasped, trying to suck air, “She’s....Mine !!”

Kurt sent a right uppercut smashing into Derby’s upturned jaw, and followed it with a roundhouse left hook to Derby’s temple.  “You Rich Piece Of SHIT !!!  She will NEVER Come Back To You, NEVER !!”  Grabbing Derby’s hair, he yanked his head up and screamed in his face, “DO YOU HEAR ME RICH SCUM ?  NEVER !!!!!”

Gasping, Derby said, “Your....Kind....Don’t....Belong.....Here.....”

“My Kind ?  MY KIND ?” Kurt’s rage went beyond anything he had ever felt before.  He drew back his fist and smashed it into Derby’s nose.  The crunch of breaking bone and cartilage could be heard by all the Rockers gathered around.  Blood spurted from Derby’s face.  “Let Him Go !!”, Kurt ordered Tibo and Winky.  Both released the holds on Derby’s arms.  Derby stood, swaying weakly.  “I’m Gonna Fuck You Up, Rich Boy !”, Kurt growled.

Grabbing Derby around the neck, Kurt sent a hard knee into his crotch.  As Derby doubled over, Kurt began savagely beating him.  Derby barely stayed standing and was unable to raise his arms to block the punches Kurt was raining down on him.  Just as it looked as if Derby was going to fall, Kurt seized his head, pushing Derby backwards, and smashed his head into the lattice wall over and over.

Tibo knew they had to stop Kurt soon.  “Boss, Stop ! You’re gonna kill him !”  Both Tibo and Winkie moved to wrestle Kurt away from Derby.  “Stop, Man, Stop !  He’s Out !  He’s Out !”  As they pulled Kurt away, Derby slumped down the lattice wall and lay in a heap. 

“Lemme Go !”, Kurt said, shaking off Tibo and Winkie.  He approached Derby’s prostrate form, undoing his zipper as he did so.  Kurt has a full bladder after all that he had been through this evening, and in short order a heavy stream of urine was pouring down on Derby’s upturned, unconscious, bloody face.  “Piss On You, Motherfucker !!”, he chortled, giggling laughter at the spectacle.

Finishing, he zipped up his pants and turned to the others.  “We can’t leave the bodies here.  Take and throw them into the street.”

“Uh...Boss, we shouldn’t do that”, ventured Benny. “When the Cops make their rounds, they’ll find them.”

Kurt shook his head.  He wasn’t thinking clearly.  Of course they would.  He walked a short distance to the Greenhouse.  There was an old wheelbarrow there.  “Load them in that”, he pointed.  “Take them down to Harrington’s place.  Find a way to get that Gate open, and dump them in the yard behind the wall.”  As the others scurried to do his bidding, Kurt made his way up to the house.
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