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Re: The Bullworth Never Ending Story
« Reply #1140 on: September 10, 2014, 10:52:24 AM »
“Yo, looks like our relief is finally here”, one of the Soldiers, whose khaki name tag read ‘Gunderson’, called to another Soldier, whose khaki name tag spelled out ‘Nickels’.

“Bout time”, the other Soldier remarked, as Constantinos strode into the Clinic, a bit unsteadily.  “Hey Boy, what were you doing out there, pissin’ around ?  And where’s West and Carter ?  They’s supposed to be reliving us.”

“Um...They didn’t report”, Constantinos said, deciding to answer the last question with the story he had made up, and ignore the first.  “I, uh, just got rousted out for guard duty.”

“Didn’t report ?”, Gunderson said, as Constantinos came closer.  “Man, they’re goin’ be in hot water over that.”  Gunderson peered closer at Constantinos.  “I don’t recall seein’ you before, Boy...You new ?”

“Um....Yeah...I just got outta Basic last month”, Constanos replied, carefully telling his pre-planned story.  “I just got assigned to my Unit here yesterday.”

“You look a little young”, Nickels remarked, coming closer.  “What’s your name, Boy ?”

“It’s, uh.....Ratliff”, Constantinos replied, nearly wetting himself because for a few seconds there, he nearly forgot the name on the stolen uniform, “Jerryd Ratliff....See ?”  Constantinos pointed to the khaki name tag on the uniform shirt he was wearing.

“Oh”, Nickels said.  “Hey, you got a brother serving here or somethin’ ?  That name’s familiar.”

“Um...Yeah....Tommy”, Constantinos said, “I don’t know where he’s at right now, though, since I just got here."  He held his breath, hoping his subterfuge was working.  People in the Military usually just referred to others by their last names, and it depended on just how well these Soldiers knew the real Ratliff.

“Ah, figures, that guy’s a real slacker, you know it ?”, Gunderson guffawed.
 
“Yeah, I knows it”, Constantinos shrugged and gave a little nervous laugh.  The other two Soldiers laughed also, and Constantinos felt his perceived tensions ease a few degrees. 

“Say, Gun, let’s get outta here, we’re five minutes over the end of our watch, Ey ?”, Nickels said.

“Fine by me”, Gunderson told him.  To Constantinos, he said, “Where’s the other guy, still out at the Jeep ?”

“Other guy ?”, Constantinos repeated.  “There’s...Um...Only me.  I got ordered over here, is all I know.”

“Christ in a Sidecar”, Gunderson swore.  “What’s wrong with them Jackasses ?”

“Aw, you know how it is”, Nickels said, “Always some kinda Snafu’s happenin’....They probably be sendin’ somebody else along directly.”  He turned to Constantinos.  “They give you any orders for us ?”

“Nope”, Constantinos replied, “They just ordered me to get over here on the double.”

“Well there, you see ?”, Nickels said to Gunderson, “We don’t gotta stick around. Don’t know about you, but I need to catch some Zzzz’s before revile....Mornin’ comes awful early.”

Gunderson debated.  Constantinos held his breath and tried to keep a poker face.  Finally, Gunderson conceded.  “Ahh, guess it’ll be alright.  Look, Ratliff, these scum be sleepin’ they dose 'em up with Sleep Meds for the nights anyhow, so they don’t be makin’ no trouble.  'Sides, they’re chained up pretty good, they won’t be gettin’ up or nothing.  But, if they try to make a break, you can plug 'em, that’s our orders.  You good with that ?”

Constantinos put a grim look on his face, something he could do very well.  “I can handle it.”

“That’s good”, Gunderson said.  “Com’on Nickels, let’s beat it....I’m tired too.”

The two Soldiers made to leave.  “Oh, they ain’t supposed to be talkin’ any.  Don’t be lettin’ 'em do that", Nickels said on the way out.

“I’ll see that they don’t”, Constantinos promised, and the two Soldiers exited the Clinic.  Constantinos waited until he heard the Jeep drive away before slumping his shoulders and exhaling.  He had pulled it off, just barely.  He was alone with the Townies. 

But he would have to move fast.  There wouldn’t be too much time before his subterfuge would be discovered.  When those two Soldiers he'd popped came to, they would raise the alarm.  Constantinos removed his backpack, opened it and rummaged around in it for what he needed.
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Re: The Bullworth Never Ending Story
« Reply #1141 on: September 15, 2014, 11:12:39 AM »
Gord came awake in the middle of the night.  He was a bit restless, as he was being released later today.  The wound to his shoulder, which had chipped his right shoulder blade before lodging in his shoulder socket, was mostly healed now, but there was still a lot of stiffness there. 

He sat up on the edge of the bed in the semi-darkness.  Bryce had told him he would be around to pick him up.  Gord supposed he would go off to the Beach House to stay along with Justin and Parker.  He didn’t want to go back to Harrington House and have to deal with an overbearing Tad, who had been becoming more devious than Derby as he attempted to assert his dominance over the Prep Clique.  The row that had erupted that night over Bryce’s plan to help attack the Chem Plant had been enough to make Gord consider leaving the Prep Clique and Bullworth Academy forever.  It could be done...These days, one could get a diploma on-line, Hell, a person could even go to College on-line.  It was the wave of the future, one day there would be no more schools or buildings or campuses.  Everyone would learn in front of a computer screen.

But what Gord really wanted to do was to live on Pirate Island in the Dream Lodge that Vance had conjured up in his mind.  The Project was entirely do-able, Gord was sure of that.  It would probably take a Million Dollars, but that was no problem.  As a former President had once said, he could get a Million Dollars, he knew where it could be gotten.  And, he wasn’t going to enlist the other Preps to help, oh no.  The Pirate Bay Resort would generate all sorts of ancillary services...Food, Transportation, Boating, Information Technology, Telecommunications, among others.  At heart, Gord was still a Prep, and wasn’t about to let other Preps horn in on what could be the potential Gold Mine of Pirate Island. 

Best of all, Gord was in a prime position to carry this off....Unlike the other Preps, his Father had not been Indicted or charged with the crimes the other Prep Fathers had, only minor things like Money Laundering and Abetting Racketeering, charges which were liable to be dismissed for lack of any real evidence, since Mr. Vendome always made sure he covered his tracks quite well.  Gord could hardly wait to be free of the Clinic, so he could contact his Father and Uncles about this money-making opportunity.  The Vale could be turned into a Resort Town within a year’s time.  It was indeed an intoxicating vision.

Gord tried to return to sleep, but failed, so he just lay there making plans into the morning hours.  It was because of this that he was the first patient in the Clinic to become aware of the commotion that ensued as a new seriously injured patient was being brought in from Bullworth Academy early that morning. 
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Re: The Bullworth Never Ending Story
« Reply #1142 on: September 17, 2014, 12:34:32 PM »
Constantinos pulled the length of coiled rope from the backpack.  Looking around, he could see the Townies on three widely-separated beds.  None were stirring, it seemed the conversation he’d been having with the Soldiers wasn’t enough to wake them from their drugged sleep.  Constantinos quickly located Leon, who was spaced apart from Duncan and Jerry near the center of the large room.  Taking the rope and grabbing up the backpack, he moved over to the bed.

Constantinos took a few seconds to glare down with hatred and loathing at Leon’s sleeping figure, then reached out and grasped his lower arms, and bringing them together, swiftly tied them together at the wrists.  The Clinic beds were the old Iron kind, with vertical bars set into the headboards and footboards.  The Townie's ankles had been chained through the bars of the footboards, and the weight of the beds and the thickness of the vertical bars kept them from attempting any kind of escape.   

 

Constantinos had known about these beds in the Blue Skies Clinic, in fact, and that led to his plan of revenge once he realized where the wounded Townies were being held.  Getting in here had been a slim chance, but on such slim chances revolved the matrix of history.  However unlikely it was that Constantinos had made it to this point, he had  nevertheless prepared for this contingency.  The bonus was that the Townies were being given Sleep Meds, meaning he wouldn’t have to use the Chloroform he'd brought along, swiped from Dr. Watt’s Chemistry Classroom one night this past week.

Throwing the end of the rope over the headboard, Constantinos went around behind the bed and began pulling the rope, and kept doing it until Leon’s arms were pulled up over his head.  Constantinos pulled the rope snug and tied it off on the bars of the headboard.  As he did so, Leon began moving groggily, but not being able to come awake due to the sleep drugs.  Satisfied with his knots, Constantinos came back around the bed to his backpack on the floor.  Rummaging around inside, he withdrew a medium sized cloth sack with a long twined fuse.

Constantinos knew all about what Zoe and Trent had done to Big Darrell the Fall before, and it seemed fitting that Leon should suffer the same fate.  Although Leon hadn’t raped Tiffany, he did do the dastardly act of shooting her, thereby nearly taking her life.  Inside the cloth sack were seven M-80 Fireworks, all that he could find in the basement of the Dragon’s Wing, and Constantinos had tied the fuses together and onto the long twined fuse now poking out the opening of the cloth sack.

Constantinos stripped down the thin sheet covering Leon, and then yanked up Leon’s dirty T-shirt, exposing his belly.  Leon let out a groan and began moving again, twisting about weakly on the bed.  Constantinos dug in the backpack for one final item, a roll of Duct Tape, and ten laid the cloth sack containing the M-80s on Leon’s exposed belly.  He then Duct Taped the sack in place so Leon couldn’t buck it off if he were to come fully awake.  In his pocket was the last item he needed, a Bic Lighter, and he grabbed it out.

Constantinos stepped back, the twined fuse in one hand, the lighter in the other.  He knew he had to hurry, but he took a moment to contemplate what he was about to do.

Com’on, Do It, Hurry Up !!”, the Voice of Reason inside his mind suddenly blurted in a most unreasonable fashion.  “Make This Bastard Pay For What He Did To Tiffany !!

Constantinos obeyed, for it was what he wanted too.  Gripping the twined fuse, he lit it, and it sputtered to life suddenly.  He dropped it and began backing away, grabbing up the backpack.  Retreating to the Clinic door, he watched in fascination as the fuse continued it’s rapid burn.

The smell of Cordite from the burning fuse brought Leon further awake, and he half-opened his eyes as the fire of the fuse climbed up towards the sack taped to his belly.  He attempted to pull his arms down and couldn’t.  A thin wail escaped weakly from his lips.  “Hey, man, heyyyyy....”

BLAM !!!  BLAM !!!  BLAM !!!  BLAM !!!  BLAM !!!  BLAM !!!  BLAM !!!  The noise of the explosions was deafening in the large Clinic room, and the smell of gunpowder filled the air.  A scream escaped Leon as his belly was instantly turned into a bloody mess. 

BRUTAL, MAN, BRUTAL !!!!”, the Voice of Reason chortled inside his head, but Constantinos was already turning towards the Clinic door.  His mission accomplished, it was time to get the Fuck out of Dodge.
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Re: The Bullworth Never Ending Story
« Reply #1143 on: September 20, 2014, 01:22:12 AM »
Peanut awoke that night also, Restless.  He moved from the bed slowly, as not to disturb a naked, sleeping Binky beside him.  Almost naked, that was....She was still wearing her killer high-heeled boots, like she always did when they had wild sex.  Or any other time, for that matter.  It occurred to him just then that he never saw her without them on, from the first time they met.  In fact, he had never seen her feet.  It was like she never took them off, but that was silly, certainly she would remove them to shower, which she did in the Girl’s Dorm. 

This sudden train of thought intrigued Peanut.  When she slept alone in the Dorm, as she sometimes did, did she wear her boots there too ?  Or was it only with him ?  Peanut dwelled on that for awhile.  Was there something she had to hide ?  Ugly feet, maybe ?  Missing toes ?  Webbed feet ?  He shook that idea off, only Preps had webbed feet, due to their alleged inbreeding.  Feet too tiny, like those Japanese Girls in the Porn Mags ?  Maybe that was it.  Maybe, she was embarrassed about them.  Then, another thought hit him...Just how short was she, really ?

Peanut left the room quietly, and went out into the Bar area.  The stage-building was done, but like most sloppy fellows, there was stuff laying around on it....Couple of Hammers, a Saw, some Paint Buckets, and....A Tape Measure.  He grabbed it up, and found a Flashlight that was under the Bar, then re-entered the back room.  Going down to the foot of the bed, he flicked the Flashlight on, shielding it with his hand as not to wake Binky up.  Carefully, he pulled the sheet away to expose her left boot, and then measured the heel.  It turned out to be 4 inches, which was more that he thought it would be. 

Peanut himself was 5 foot, 4 inches, short for a grown boy and much shorter than the other Greasers, except Hal, who was about 5 foot, 7 inches.  Binky, even in her boots, was shorter than he was...The top of her head came to just about his eye sockets.  Peanut stuck the Tape Measure up to his face, nearly poking himself in the eye in the process, and measured from his eye to the top of his head.  He had to set the Flashlight on the floor to do that, holding his other hand flat on his head, gripping the Tape Measure and marking it with his thumb and finger, then looking at it in the weak light, it was also 4 inches, just like her boot heels....So, that was 4 inches plus 4 inches, which meant she was really.....He struggled with the figures in his head, Math had never been a favorite subject with him.

Binky stirred just then.  “Nut, whaat you doin’?”, she murmered sleepily.  “Come back to bed, we gots to pick up Johnny in the mornin’....”

“Um....Nottin’, ain’t doin’ nuttin’ at all”, Peanut said, switching off the Flashlight and shoving it and the Tape Measure under the bed. 

Binky pulled off the sheet and rolled over on her back, spreading those wonderful booted legs.  “Well, you woke me up, mister, so you can just puts me back to sleep with a slow one”, she told him.  “Right now !”

Peanut didn’t hesitate.  He dropped his boxer shorts and climbed on the bed.  He would figure out the mystery tomorrow....Or ask the new Math Teacher on Monday.  ________________________________________
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Re: The Bullworth Never Ending Story
« Reply #1144 on: September 21, 2014, 05:23:11 PM »
The noise from the M-80‘s explosions and Leon’s scream brought Duncan and Jerry from their drugged sleep only far enough to comprehend in a confused way what was happening.  By the time their blurry eyes focused to look about the large room, they could only see the figure of a Soldier exiting through the door and Leon withering in his bed in apparent agony. 

Constantinos ran back across the street to back behind the fence after making sure the way was clear.  Momentarily, he considered, then unslung the remaining M-16 off his shoulder and tossed it into the shadows with the other one.  If he happened to be captured, it wouldn’t do be caught with those, oh no.  Not that he had any plans to be captured.  Quite the contrary. 

Checking to make sure the way was clear, he headed for the cross street that led to the Spencer Warehouse.  On the way, he heard some yelling coming from the inside the Clinic, but as yet there was no evidence of any Soldiers about.  He made his way down the street to the Save Warehouse.  There, he jimmied the lock to the door with a special card he carried for such occasions, and went inside.  Once in, he went to the Wardrobe that was set against the wall and opened it, then stripped off the stolen uniform and stashed it under a pile of discarded clothes at the bottom of the Wardrobe, remembering to throw in the hat from his backpack as well as the one on his head.  Picking out a workman’s outfit that more or less fit him, he put that on, and then quickly left the Save Warehouse.  Less than five minutes had elapsed since his attack on Leon.
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Re: The Bullworth Never Ending Story
« Reply #1145 on: September 24, 2014, 04:36:13 AM »
"Whadda Mean, They Didn't Report ?", the Sergeant steamed.  "They Left Outta Here Not Twenty Minutes Ago !"

"Well..Umm No Sir, Sargent Simon, they didn't", Gunderson replied nervously, "Ratliff told us West and Carter never checked in...."

"RATLIFF ?", Sargent Simon yelled. "Ratliff Is On Report For Losing His Uniform !!  What's He Got To Do With Anything ?"

"But, Sarge, he's the one who showed up for our relief !", Nickels told Sargent Simon, suddenly dreading what was coming.

"You Fucking Morons !!", the Sargent ranted.  "He's A FAKE !!  Somebody Is Busting Those Scum Out Of There Right Now !!  Get Your Asses Back There On The Double, And Just Pray Those Prisoners Haven't Escaped !!"

"Um..Yes Sir !", Gunderson snapped off a salute, as Nickels did also, and the two Soldiers raced back to their Jeep, all hope of rest before Reverie forgotten.  The Jeep tore out the street by the Bullworth Courthouse, where the Army Command Post had been set up since control of the Towns had been taken back from the Punks. 

Three minutes later, they arrived back at the Clinic, hopped out of the Jeep and raced for the door.  Flinging it open, rifles at the ready, they were confronted by smoke rolling out at them.  One of the Townie's beds were on fire, the other two Townies were choking and crying out feebily. Gunderson raced for the beds to unshackle them, while Nickels searched for the Fire Extinguisher. 

Gunderson Unshackled Duncan and made him crawl on the floor over to Jerry's bed, where Gunderson unshackled him also, then forcing him to the floor as well, then ordered the two to crawl outside towards the door.  He held them at gunpoint the whole way, but the Townies were too weakened by the drugs and smoke to offer any kind of resistance.  In the meantime, Nickels had located the Fire Extinguisher and had doused the smoldering bed of the third Townie of Leon. As the smoke cleared somewhat, he was able to see that not only was Leon still shackled, but that his arms had been tied up over his head to the bedframe.  Then, Nickels saw the blood.

Outside, Gunderson re-shackled the Prisoners.  As he finished doing that, Nickels emerged, dragging Leon out the door.  Nickels re-shackled him also, but it was clear by then that Leon wasn't going anywhere under his own power. Leon was unconscious and barely breathing.

"Shit, what a fucking mess !", Nickels exclaimed. "Our asses are gonna be in a sling over this !"

"It was that Goddam Boy Soldier", Gunderson said darkly.  "Quick, check around the perimeter, maybe we can catch the little asshole if he's still around !"

Gunderson held his captives at gunpoint as Nickels began a search of the area.  After hearing some faint groans coming from behind the Clinic, he returned a few minutes later, lugging a staggering two other Soldiers. "Lookit here !", Nickels called to Gunderson.  "It's West and Carter !  They was around back !"

"I'll be Fucking Dammed !", Gunderson swore. "This is deep shit, real deep shit."  He eyed the prisoners, and then the two other Soldiers, West and Carter, who were slowly coming around.  "Tell you what, we need help....I'll guard the Prisoners...Take the Jeep and go up the Jail, see if Captain Larkin is there...Tell them we need assistance, and fast !"

Nickels was more than ready to head off for help.  The words were barely out of Gunderson's mouth as Nickels leaped in the Jeep and speed off.
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Re: The Bullworth Never Ending Story
« Reply #1146 on: September 24, 2014, 10:46:11 PM »
Constantinos had already left the Save Warehouse and, traveling the Footbridge to the Cavern and through the Tunnel to the Nerd’s Fantasy Battleground, was unlocking the Nerd’s Gate by the Library.  Dodging any prefects who might be about, he made his way to the Boy’s Dorm.

The place was empty, as everyone who had still been left in the Dorm, mostly the Bullies and Non-Clique Students, had moved out in preparation for the construction of the second floor onto the Dorm.  There were all sorts of construction materials laying about....Pallets of Bricks for the outside and Wood for the inside, bags of Mortar, even crates containing urinals and stools.  Seemed that the Dorm was getting a Bathroom at long last.  No more having to take a piss out back or taking a dump with one’s ass hanging out a window.  Too bad Constantinos wouldn’t be around to enjoy it.

Constantinos went to his room.  The door was unlocked, as were all the other doors.  He went and rummaged under his bed, pulling out the things he had prepared in advance should his mission be successfully completed.  There was clothes, toiletries, non-perishable food, and drinks.  There was also some extra ammo for the Spud-Gun.  Constantinos jammed all of it in his backpack.  He then went to his Wardrobe.  Shedding the clothes he had just changed, he put on a Black Ninja Outfit, and threw the Workman’s clothes in the bottom of the Wardrobe, covering them up with other dirty clothes that hadn’t been washed. 

He next went to his bed and pulled up his mattress to reveal a used dirty-looking envelope.  He grabbed it up and checked it’s contents, then stuffed it into a side zippered pocket of the backpack.  The Dragon’s Wing basement hadn’t been the only place he’d robbed since he had been back.  If anything else, he could make a living as a Thief if his future didn’t work out so well. 

Ready, Constantinos slung the backpack on and paused to take a look around.  He wouldn’t be coming back this time.  He left the room then, and went down the hall to Tony & Nick’s room.  He paused again, and then went in through the unlocked door.  Pulling his Flashlight, he went over to the big cluttered desk.  Rifling through the drawers, he found some paper and a pen, and scribbled a short note.  This he stuck in the center drawer of the desk and shut it.  Then, he went out of the room, closing the door.

Constantinos left the Dorm, and snuck his way over to the Autoshop.  In one of the back garages on the South side, he found what he was looking for, a decent-looking silver BMX Bike.  Mounting it, he rode out through the back of the Autoshop, then past the Parking Lot, out the side gate and down the access road to Vale Valley Boulevard.  He saw no one, and no saw him. 

The streets were empty, not even a Cop Car was in sight as he pedaled past the Vale Clinic and then further on into the Tunnel, past the Carnival and onto the long road leading to the Highway.  Less than an hour had gone by since his attack on Leon by the time he reached the quiet Highway, and he stopped for a moment and rested. 

His way was clear now, he had done what he came to do, and now he must get back to Boston, back to Tiffany.  Their future was as uncertain as the the sands blowing on the beach, but there was at least a chance.  And for once in his miserable life, Constantinos wasn’t going to let that chance go by. 

The Voice of Reason, silent since the Blue Skies Clinic, drifted in then.  “You done it, Boy....Let’s get on with being a Man now, whadda say ?

Constantinos didn’t reply, but just smiled as he turned the bike North and began the ride down the long lonesome highway.
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Re: The Bullworth Never Ending Story
« Reply #1147 on: September 25, 2014, 07:05:25 PM »
By the time Constantinos was biking off towards his destiny, the grounds around the Blue Skies Clinic was awash with lights and Army Personnel.  Captain Mark Larkin surveyed the scene.  There were groups of Soldiers scouring the area for clues as to just who had perpetrated the apparent attack.  Far from being a means of escape, it looked like the motive had been purely one of revenge.  It was going to be difficult to explain to the Government Agents just how his Guard Unit had failed to protect a prisoner under his watch. 

A couple a Medics, roused from their sleep, had been able to staunch the bleeding from the apparent target of the attack, one Leon Williams.  It appeared some kind of explosive device had been used on him, but more troubling was the burns he received when the bedding had caught fire.  It could have been that the other two prisoners were targets also, but the fire and smoke may have made the perpetrator cut short his plans.  Certainly, it was an obviously well-planned attack.  Captain Larkin had very few details at this point, he would have to debrief all the Soldiers involved to get to the core of just what exactly happened.  Right now though, he had some fast decisions to make.

Captain Larkin pulled out his radio unit, and called HQ for a Chopper.  The one prisoner obviously needed far more help than was available at this small weird backwards place.  He would have to be airlifted out to a secure Government Facility for treatment.  The other two were a different matter, however.  He walked over to where they were being guarded, ironically by the very Soldiers who had been fooled by the imposter.

“These two look well enough”, Captain Larkin observed, circling them.  “Take them to the Jail and secure them.  You think you can handle that, Soldier ?”

“Um, Yes Sir !”, Gunderson replied hastily, while Nickels just murmured something and saluted.  Duncan and Jerry were loaded into a Jeep and driven off, two other Soldiers jumped on the back of the Jeep for extra Guards.  Captain Larkin watched the Jeep go up the street to the Jail, where the two prisoners were unloaded and then locked away without incident, he then turned back to see about getting reports from the other men, particularly West and Carter on just how they had been attacked. 

In due course, the Helicopter arrived, landing in the narrow street to the south of the Clinic, and Leon was put on a stretcher and loaded onto it.  The two Medics went along, and the Helicopter rose into the night sky and headed north.  Much like Big Darrell, Leon would never be seen or heard from ever again, the Government electing to cover up the whole affair and classify it Top Secret.


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Re: The Bullworth Never Ending Story
« Reply #1148 on: September 29, 2014, 03:45:12 AM »
As the new day dawned on Bullworth, the Attendants brought an unconscious boy to the Vale Clinic.  “Here’s one for you....Looks like he got beat pretty bad.”

“My Word !”, the woman in the White Lab Jacket exclaimed.  “He’s all bloody !  What on Earth happened to him ?  Who found him ?”

“Ahh, that old crazy Cook over at the school found him”, one Attendant replied, “As to what happened to him, I don’t know....Got beat up, obviously.”

“Well....Get him over to the Trauma Area right away”, White Lab Jacket Lady said briskly, “I’ll call Doctor Bambillo.”

“Looks to be a Preppy”, the other Attendant said, pushing the stretcher on wheels over to the designated area. “That’s why we brought him here.”

“It’s a good thing you did !”, White Lab Jacket Lady exclaimed.  “Those Ruffians !  With everything this place has been through these past months, and now those School kids are going to start beating on each other again ?”  She shook her head, and went off to call the Doctor.

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Still restless, Gord had decided to walk the halls of the Clinic for a bit to quell his nervousness over his anticipation on getting out of the Clinic.  So it was that he heard part of the conservation coming from the front about a new causality coming in.  His ears really perked up when he heard the word 'Preppy’, so he decided to investigate.  He turned and went out into the open area, and saw the Attendants moving a figure to a bed.  He hurried over to look.

“Um, excuse me...Did you say something about a Preppy ?”, he asked the one of the Attendants, startling him.

“Whaa...?”, the Attendant said, swinging around.  “Oh...Yeah....This kid’s a Preppy here, I can tell by his clothes.  You know him ?  There wern’t no I.D. on him.”

Gord looked down at the blood-smeared face, now dried to ghastly streaks of rust-colored red.  “Why, that’s.....That’s Bif Taylor !!”, he exclaimed.  “What in the world....Who would do such a thing ?”

“Like we told the Nursie there, that fat crazy Cook over at the school found him in the hall when she come in this morning.....Maybe she beat him up”, the other Attendant said, looking up.

Gord shook his head.  “No....Miss Edna is nuts, but she certainly wouldn’t do that.  He looks badly beaten !  It had to be somebody else.  Was she able to tell you anything ?”

“Naw, just that she found him that-a-way”, the first Attendant replied, “Says she come in to make Sunday lunch.....Come to think of it, it couldn’t have been that fat bag, anyway.  This here blood’s all dried and clotted....Had to be sometime during the night.”  They finished getting Bif settled into the bed and covered him up, just as White Lab Jacket Lady came back.

“Doctor Bambillo will be here shortly”, she said, “He’s over in New Coventry, of all places.  Seems those terrible Town boys the Army is holding set fire to a bed, and a couple of them have Smoke Inhalation.  Serves them right, I say !”

“You need us anymore, Lady ?”, the Attendant asked, not caring about the Army’s problems with their no-good Prisoners. “I’m supposed to be off shift by now.”

White Lab Coat Lady shook her head, and he and the second Attendant gripped the now-empty stretcher and started to go.  But pausing, the First Attendant looked at Gord in his fine Preppy outfit and said, “It’s funny though....Yer friend here has got some fine clothes, like you....But there was a Biker Cap layin’ next to him....Nothing like what you Preppy kids would wear.”

“Biker Cap ?”, Gord repeated.  “What....What do you mean ?”

“A Black Biker Cap”, the Attendant replied, moving the stretcher past Gord as they headed towards the Clinic’s front doors.  “Y’know, the kind like them kids in Coventry wear.”
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Re: The Bullworth Never Ending Story
« Reply #1149 on: October 01, 2014, 09:25:34 AM »
Tad rolled out of bed that Sunday morning.  It appeared Vanessa had already got up and left.  Tad put on his rich purple robe and headed out to the small kitchenette, where the Preps took many of their meals these days, expecting to have to get something to eat for himself.  If there was one thing this place really lacked, it was Servants.  Tad intended to do something about that once the new Term started.  Providing his plan to re-unite the Preps would work, that is.  Or even if it didn’t.

But, he was surprised to find Vanessa in the Kitchenette, cooking something that smelled vaguely familiar.  For one thing, he didn’t know she even knew how to cook.  “I say Love, what are you doing ?”

“Cooking Breakfast”, she replied, a bit sourly, “Since Bif doesn’t seem to be up this morning.”

Every since Derby had left the school, and the country, abandoning him and forcing him to crawl back to the Preps in disgrace, Bif had been relegated to cooking the meals, when such meals were made at Harrington House, a task usually done by the most junior of the Preps.  In a way, it was a direct insult to Bif, who not long ago had been the second most powerful Prep in the Valley, due to his association with Derby.  But Tad had seized control of the Preps by hinting to reveal embarrassing things about the others if they didn’t go along and anoint him the new Leader.  In Bif’s case though, his ultimate secret was far worse than all the others, one that if known, would ostracize him from even the ranks of the Preps for all time.  And Bif knew that Tad knew just what that secret was, which was why Bif declined to challenge Tad for Leadership and accept the scorn of the others for being Derby’s lapdog.

“Hmmm....Maybe someone should check his room”, Tad said smugly. “Where’s Chad ?”

“He’s not up either, apparently”, Vanessa replied irritatedly, struggling with something that looked like scrambled eggs in the pan.

Just then, Chad did appear, bleary-eyed and yawning.  Tad told him to go check Bif’s room and wake him up.  “As soon as I feed Chester”, Chad said, stifling another yawn.  “He wasn’t back last night, so I finally went to sleep.”

“Odd”, commented Tad, but he just went and sat down in one of the chairs at the table where they had been playing that new game last night.  He watched Vanessa fool around with the Eggs without offering to help, while Chad went off to feed his Dog out in the side yard.  When Chad returned, he went and checked Bif’s room as Tad had directed.  A few minutes later, Chad reported back to Tad.

“He’s not there”, Chad told him. “It don’t look like he even slept there all night.”

“Odd”, Tad repeated.  “Just where could he be ?”  Inside, elation began to build in Tad.  That numb fuck Mr. Martin must have carried out the attack on Bif, making the first step of his plan complete.  But he couldn’t let that on to the others.  Nonchalantly, he said, “We’ll just have to look for him, after we eat.  Go help Vanessa with that, would you Chap ?”

Chad went over to rescue Vanessa from the cooking, a job he had done countless times before the Summer, and unbeknownst to him, a job he would again be doing for quite some time to come.
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Re: The Bullworth Never Ending Story
« Reply #1150 on: October 03, 2014, 12:11:13 AM »
The Nerds shuffled up to the Library from the Observatory.  Today was to finally be a free day, one they could call their own after a nearly a week of intensive Weapons-making.  Thad, in particular, was sick of the whole thing, even more that Fatty, but he kept his mouth shut about it, secretly hoping that Tony Calderone’s Agreement plan would work.  He was getting tired of making Weapons for the entire School that he might ironically be attacked with in turn.

Melvin and Fatty were going to head off to the Dragon’s Wing in order to meet Tony this morning and give him the Weapons for distribution to the other Cliques.  Fatty, who had been and still was opposed to making Weapons for the other Cliques, was eager to get to work on re-creating the Super Spud Gun like the one that the Feds had confiscated during the Chem Plant Raid.  Fatty didn’t believe for a minute that the Binding Agreement, or any kind of Agreement would ever put an end to the hostilities at Bullworth Academy. The bulk of the rest of the Nerds would camp out at the Library for the next few hours, planning a mock battle to be staged in their grassy and rocky area just to the East of the School, right after Summer School let out, and Fatty wanted to have the Weapon ready by then.  Already, he was already making plans to arm the Nerds even more in the next few weeks, weather Melvin liked it or not.  Parity may have worked to keep the World from Nuking itself into oblivion during the Cold War, but Fatty doubted it would restrain the kids at Bullworth from any future attempts to annihilate each other.  Better to be prepared than not was his way of thinking.   
 
When Melvin and Fatty arrived at the Dragon’s wing basement, they was to find that someone had been there already, as it became apparent some things were missing.  Melvin cursed whoever had failed to lock the door again, and they hurried to check the small Closet Room where they had stockpiled the Weapons in burlap Potato Bags for distribution to the other Cliques.  Relieved to find the bags apparently untouched, they nevertheless went through each in turn to make sure that the Weapons were still there.  They both agreed on the spot to provide better fortifications to the Basement from here on, it was getting too risky to do otherwise.  They set about making plans on just what would be the best way while waiting for Tony to appear.
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Re: The Bullworth Never Ending Story
« Reply #1151 on: October 03, 2014, 08:32:22 AM »
The Greasers came awake groggily that Sunday morning, a bit after 9AM.  They were mostly scattered around in chairs and stools, or bunked down on the floor, like always, with the exception of Peanut and Binky, who had the little private room in back.  The next project, not yet anywhere near completion, was to finish fixing up the upstairs rooms of the Blue Balls Bar for themselves. They had already gotten one room ready, for the return of Johnny and Lola from the Clinic, and that had spurred the idea of finishing off the rest.  Some of the Greaser boys actually had homes in the New Coventry area, when one Parent or another could keep hold of a ratty apartment for a few months, but it was getting to the point that they were going to have to strike out for themselves as they became older, and that realization was sinking in a lot faster these days. 

After about an hour of getting themselves together, they set off in a group to make the trek to the Vale, generally hostile territory for them.  But being as it was Sunday morning, very few Townspeople would be out and about, and they were more likely to encounter the Tourists who had flooded into the Vale Valley this summer for the first time in decades, due to all the publicity and the Valley being opened up to the outside World.  Still, it was safety in numbers as far as they had learned, even though their sworn nemesis, the Preps, were in total disarray these days.

As they were just passing under the Railroad Overpass into Bullworth Town, up ahead they saw Tony Calderone, with Karen walking by his side, and Ray Hughes trailing behind, munching on a bag of chips. Hailing Tony, Peanut went ahead to talk with him while Binky trailed behind.

“Hey Ton-o, what’cha know ?”, Peanut greeted him.

“Oh...Hey, Peanut”, Tony responded, “We’re just on our way to pick up Nick from the Clinic.”

“No lie ?”, Peanut said, “We’re on the way to get Johnny.  Maybee we’s can go’s together, if’n you donts mind ?”

“Yeah, that’ll be fine”, Tony replied, “Cause on the way back, you all can pick up your Weapons with us from the Dragon’s Wing, it’ll save me a trip.”

Peanut agreed that would be a really good idea, as he was wanting to ask Tony just when they were getting them anyway. As they waited for the rest of the Greasers to catch up, Karen took a real good look at Binky.  She was standing quietly, looking at Peanut interacting with Tony, with a quirky half-smile on her face.  Karen could see they were about the same height, although Binky was wearing some high-heeled boots while Karen just had on her flat loafers, which meant Binky was definitely shorter than her.  That pleased her somehow, for before the summer, she and Melody and Gloria had been the shortest girls on Campus.

But Binky was a mystery to Karen, who hadn’t really had time to socialize with any of the new girls before the Kidnapping.  Since her return, Karen had spent little time in the Girl’s Dorm, other than to sleep and shower, being with Tony as much as she could.  In the few encounters she had with Binky, it was always in the company of others, and Binky stayed mostly silent.  But Karen didn’t think it had anything to do with shyness on Binky’s part, rather that she seemed to exude an aura of confidence and self-assurance. 

Karen realized just then that she could do with a bit more confidence herself.  She was still badly shaken by her degrading mistreatment at the hands (and other parts) of the Townies.  But Melody had fared far worse, mentally, and Karen had taken it on herself to keep strong for the both of them.  In doing so, she had denied her own mental needs for healing.  She would have to come to terms with what had happened to her in a more real sort of way to fully heal.  Here she was, walking about on a cracked heel, which still hurt, but more than that, there was a crack in her mind that needed mending.  Sure, Tony could help, would help, greatly in that process.  But more than that, Karen realized, she needed friends, Girl Friends.  True, there was Mandy, whom she could talk to, and did, but she would be leaving Bullworth in a few months, her and Ted going off to the sunset of College.  Her only other real friend was Melody, who had fared much worse from their ordeal, and had to bear the added burden of Nick being shot during her rescue.  To help Melody heal, she would have to help herself heal first.

And then there was Tony.  If his grand plan succeed and were to bring peace to the School, she would be the girl of possibly the most powerful boy on campus that Bullworth had ever seen.  Much of that power depended on the support of others that Tony was now forging.  She could aid him in that by developing a network of friends herself, which would benefit them both as they navigated the next couple of years.  The older girls would move on soon, it was the new ones who would be the influences of tomorrow, just as Binky was doing now, working her silent magic on Peanut.

Right then, Karen resolved to get to know the new girls better.....Nina, Hannah, Jessica, Jimette, Paige, Amber, Joan, Claire, Misty....Maybe even the Reform School girls of Whitney, Carla, and Hayley too, if possible, but probably not Vanessa....She couldn’t ever see herself being friends with a Prep girl, not after Pinky. 

But first, there was Binky, and right here was the perfect opportunity to start.  As the group moved on, towards their way to the Vale Clinic, Karen fell in step with Binky and began to make conversation.
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« Reply #1152 on: October 05, 2014, 12:37:29 AM »
After the wild party that Mandy had cooked up for the Jocks, and their associated Girlfriends, there were no early risers come Sunday morning, except for Mandy herself.  She had purposely toned down her drinking to make sure the others got really loaded, and it had worked out perfectly. Three of the Jocks and their three Girlfriends had a ballsy good fling, and it was pretty obvious to all what had happened, drunk or not.  Mandy knew that young girls couldn’t keep their mouths shut once they knew that others knew.  Up until now, Gloria and Nina had only been having private sex with their respective partners, alone and away from the other girls, and this might have been Hannah’s first time.  But no longer.  Each of the three girls knew just what the others had done, snockered or not.  They would talk about it among themselves.  The girls would carry slightly distorted stories back to the Dorm, and soon enough, others would hear.  And when they did, it would make the unattached girls jealous.  Soon after, the rumors would began, just in time for the new term to start.

Mandy went about tidying up the upstairs, quietly picking up beer cans and spilled food, while the other Jocks and the girls were sleeping it off.  Her own loins were aching, as she had seduced Ted by first going down on him, firing him up enough to really ram her hard. Of course, this was long after the others had passed out or went to sleep.  Mandy was glad that horse-faced Coach had gone off for the weekend, this wild party that gave her the opportunity to spice up the rumor mill wouldn’t have been possible otherwise.  While downstairs picking up the mess scattered on the floor, she idly wondered just why the weird Coach Sanders had left for the weekend.  The Coach hadn’t so much as budged from the place since he got here, other than going into Town occasionally to eat.  Those thoughts set Mandy to thinking about other things as she worked.

For many years at Bullworth, as long as she had been here at least, there had just been Coach Burton.  As soon as Mandy had appeared down at the Football Field to do tryouts for the Cheerleading Squad as a Freshman, he had zeroed in on her.  The Cheerleaders had then been run by a Senior by the name of Sue Jean, who was a real bitch, but then again so was Mandy, an up-and-coming bitch herself.  Coach Burton would stand off to the sidelines, stripping the girls with his eyes as they went through their routines, but particularly focused in on Mandy.  When Sue Jean had left Bullworth the following year, Burton put her in charge of the Squad, even though she was younger than most of the others.  It was the break that Mandy needed to began her rise to power.  By then, Coach Burton had fixated on another new girl, Zoe Taylor, and his attentions to Mandy, and the other Cheerleaders, had lessened somewhat.  Still, it seemed like the missing Panty Raids continued unabated from the Girl’s Dorm, as did Coach Burton’s visits to Come Hither, the Porn Store over in Bullworth Town.

Coach Burton was an out-and-out Pervert, as had been finally revealed, but this new Coach Sanders was something else.  He didn’t ogle the girls during Cheerleading Practice, in fact he barely paid them any attention at all.  This had been rather a relief to Mandy at first...With only Angie returning, she was faced with building a whole new Squad with some of the new girls, and it was a whole lot easier to bring them along without an old, fat slob leering at them.  Coach Sanders treated the girls like Equipment Managers and focused all his attention on the boys, in particular Kirby, Mandy had noticed.  The other boys seemed oblivious to that, probably due to the exhaustive workouts the Coach had been putting them through.  Mandy felt something was wrong here, maybe very wrong.  Kirby had been ‘outed’ back in the Spring for his supposed relationship with Trent, the Bully Leader, and there had been a showdown of sorts that resulted in the other Jocks snubbing Kirby and refusing to shower with him present in the Shower Room.  That relationship seemed to have cooled since then however, Mandy rarely saw Trent anywhere around anymore.

Kirby had gone to bunk under the Bleachers after that, away from the other Jocks, and that had lasted until the Punks attack on the Towns and Jake’s abortive takeover of the School.  The Army had uncovered the secrets of Coach Burton, and the Feds had taken him away on a multitude of charges.  Kirby had moved in to bunk with the Jocks once more, who seemed more accepting of him, now that some time had passed.  They still wouldn’t shower with him anywhere around, though.  Kirby even went along on the Chem Plant raid, and even though he had been wounded on the roof and never made it inside to the big battle, the other Jocks afforded him a measure of respect for his efforts.  Kirby was an accepted member of the Jocks once more, and no mention was made to his gender preference after that.

But there was something definitely not right, Mandy thought.  When she tried to bring it up with Ted, he diverted her attention off to something else.  Ted seemed to be aligned with the new Coach in respects to the direction of of the Team....Intensive workouts would lead to tougher Jocks, which might lead to more wins, and in turn may lead to more lucrative Scholarship offers from College Recruiters.  So, it was possible Ted didn’t want to look too closely at Coach Sanders or his apparent over-interest in Kirby.

Upstairs once more, Mandy noticed something else.  She hadn’t been the one who had been up the earliest after all....Kirby’s bunk was empty, and he wasn’t anywhere around.   Now where could he have gone ?
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« Reply #1153 on: October 08, 2014, 02:31:08 AM »
Bryce was surprised to find Gord waiting out in the lobby with a bag of discharge stuff, rather than in his room.  “Say, eager to get out of here already ?”, he said.  “Or, do we have to speak with the staff around here for parking you out here with the common traffic ?”

“No, Bryce !  I had to vacate the room, because they brought in Bif !”, Gord told him.  “He was beaten up at the School sometime last night !  He’s pretty bad off.”

“Beaten up at the School ?”, Bryce repeated, “At Night ?  Inside the School ?”

Gord nodded.  “Whoever did it messed him up really badly.  His face....It’s all beaten up !”

Bryce sat down next to Gord.  “Um....Any idea who did that foul deed ?  And, what was Bif doing in the School at night on a weekend ?”

“No idea”, Gord said, “But one of those Attendants who brought him in....Said there was a Biker Cap laying on the floor by him. What would you suppose that would mean ?”

Bryce dwelled on that bit of information.  “Sounds like....Something those Greasers might wear.”

“Yes, like Hal Esposito”, Gord said in a low voice. “I’ve seen him wearing such a thing before.”

Bryce shook his head.  “Why would he....Or anybody....Attack a Prep ?  We worked together with those Greaseballs at the Chemical Plant.  They had our back.  I don’t understand.”

“Bif didn’t go with us”, Gord pointed out. “It was just us, and Justin and Parker.”

“That’s true”, Bryce said, dwelling on it.  “Maybe it was.....For Revenge....But why ?”  Then, another thought struck him.  “I say, have they let loose of Johnny Vincent from here ?”

“Er....I don’t think so”, Gord answered, “But...I gave up my room for Bif because they told me that no other rooms would be vacant until later this morning....I think Vincent, and Penty, both are getting released today also....”

“Then, we should go”, Bryce said.  “The Greasers will be coming over here to pick him up.  If they are responsible, they may be out to beat up Preps....We are outnumbered, and you are in no shape to fight.”

“Certainly, they would not attack us here, and in broad daylight !”, Gord said, aghast.  “That would be dirty....And Unthinkable !”

“I’m not sure what they would do”, Bryce replied, rising, “But we should go before they show up....Get to the Beach House where Justin and Parker are waiting.  We can discuss it more there.”

Gord rose and gathered his bag.  He followed Bryce out of the Clinic and back to the Beach House, and the whole way Bryce didn’t speak.  He was just as confused as Gord about what had happened, and try as he might, couldn’t sort it out in his mind.
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« Reply #1154 on: October 08, 2014, 04:23:04 AM »
“Come on, Nicky, wake up !”, Melody teased gently.  “We’re getting out of here today !”

Nick’s eyes fluttered open and he blinked them to bring Melody’s smiling face into focus.  He tried to yawn, but couldn’t of course, with his jaw wired shut and all, so he just sucked air through his teeth and did the best he could.  “UNNNGA”, he rasped, and pulled himself upright.

Melody helped Nick get dressed, though he pretty much could have done that for himself.  But Melody fluttered around anyway, all charged up with excitement at the prospect of finally getting Nick, and herself, out of the Clinic at last.  It had only been 17 days since Nick had been brought here, but it seemed like months had gone by.  Even though he was being discharged, Nick had been advised to take it easy for the next month or so to allow for full healing. 

Melody was a bit apprehensive, which tempered her excitement.  The ordeal of her captivity still bore hard on her, and she dreaded the thought of going out in public or returning to School.  The few times she had been away from the Clinic she had felt like she was being constantly watched and stalked.  In fact, the News Media had descended on her once, early on, while she was out getting something to eat.  She had run into the Chef’s Restaurant and hid in the basement for several hours, a nerve-racking experience in itself.     

She was fearful that she would be cornered by those Buzzards from the Press.  She didn’t want to talk about her experiences, did not want to re-hash the horrible degrading things that had been done to her, did not want to be reminded that a bunch of dirty perverts had used her body like that of a common street whore.  Inside her burned the shame of her violation, and the guilt for being the reason that she and Karen were kidnapped in the first place, all because she couldn’t hold her pee.  In the dark of the night amid her restless slumbers, the memories returned and the Monsters savagely raped her over and over again, their harsh laughter echoing off the cold walls of her prison.

Melody was hanging on only because of Nick.  He needed her....But would he always ?  Would there come a time when he was whole and strong once more, and would reject her because of what they had done to her, just like Omar had said ?   Soon, she though would know the answer to this fear and was afraid, for without Nick, she didn’t want to live.

“WEEE REEDY ?”, Nick spoke through clamped teeth, startling Melody from her dismal thoughts.  He saw the momentary flicker of misery and fear in her face before she masked it over.  Nick was unable to smile, but he held out his hand.  Melody hesitated, then took ahold, and Nick drew her close in a gentle embrace.  “Goonnaa Beee Alritsss”, he vocalized softly, “Yoo Seees.  Mee Ann Yoos....Fererrer....Promiss.”

Melody stifled a sudden sob and buried her head in Nick’s chest, gripping him tightly, holding on as if she would never let go. Nick held her and stroked her hair softly, and they stayed in that embrace for a long time.
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