A Clockwork orange

PART I
THE DROOGS

Chapter 1
'' In the Korova ''

There was me, that is Alex and my three Droogs ( friends ) that is Pete, Georgie and Dim. And we sat in the Korova milk bar enjoying the old milk+ as we concluded plans for tonight 's entertainment.

It was in the moon rise hours of the day and as usual we had spent the previous 60 minutes out of schoolhouse, school day being no longer entertaining oh my brothers. But parents night was approaching like the moon to the clouds and so and thought approached your base teller to control the report of our dedicated teachers to be nice and sparkling clear of the expected negativity. After purchasing our new masquerade, me wearing a Hitler mask, Hitler being my deary dictator, putz wearing a Margret Thatcher mask from the betimes 90s, Georgie wearing an Obama mask, a utter alternative for my younger droog as he has the `` yes we can '' attitude that I oh so admire in lad hooligans and Dim in the common ape masque which was fitting to his personality and low intelligence. Before departure we had several more glassful of the old moloko ( Milk containing drugs ) as this would focus you up for a bit of the old ultra-violence.

Chapter 2
'' amercement art ''

After a final examination ice each and a plash of banter we set off into the setting sun towards our school.

The building was like the towns the great unwashed, it having a rotten a disgusting appearance which was nearly as bad as the dilapidated Department of the Interior. The teacher themselves always stood straightaway dressed in the hight of twist around fashion like well rail soldiers of education.

As we toured down the isolated corridors we peeked into each passing room to ensure we did n't pass any of our `` higher-up '' as they put it themselves.

As we passed through the science section we saw Mr Matthews, the sex hormone dependent PE teacher practicing in the gym foyer as he always did in his excess time. Other than his presence the hall stood entirely keep apart making it a perfect start to our Nox of the old ultra-violence. As our boots tip-toed across the hall he suddenly turned and stared at us now sprinting to him cane first, an upperclass cane being my personal choice of arm as it as stylish as hurting inflicting. One agile smack to the chin sent his tooth flying from his mouth like flower petal from a flower as the descended to the floor with his now unconscious body.
But our fun did n't discontinue there my sidekick, as we had to ensure he would n't awaken. A few more bang to the grimace, chest and testicles then he was a `` sleep looker ''.

As we strolled with adrenaline and the old moloko doing the backstroke through our mineral vein we headed to maths for the our next visit. We entered the classroom, not bothered about anyone hearing or seeing us as the next room is in another area of the edifice. So we burst into the room mask first terrifying the old cow into impact and the classic pleading for mercifulness. Without a second thought Georgie unleashed his crowbar across her nose, snapping it to the right and letting the delicious red river of her blood run south to the storey. She being a heart aged womanhood meant it only took a few lashings of our weapon to make her `` unavailable '' for the evening. As her consistency lay sleeping on the storey her bare ass was visible under her skirt. I stood there staring at her pink G-string thinking away to myself"should I have her ?"No, it would be best to keep open my vitality for a more suitable lady. Another prison term perhaps.

And for the final strike we headed to the top base towards the art section. And in the solely give classroom there she stood oh my brothers. Ms Michaels, the 20-something devotchka ( woman ) stood with her slender back towards us writing `` Welcome Parents ! '' upon the trash board. We 'd proceed this one awake as we each took turns fucking her, that was a real recoil and good for a bit of the old ultra-violence. I being skipper and drawing card of my droogs always had the first go.

When she noticed our masquerade her verbalism turned to a playful, surprised and flighty facial expression, one which changed to trend horror as we approached her. Georgie and Pete each grabbed and arm and slid their hands up towards her cheekily visible chest. I held her legs apart with my understructure and used her skirt to hold her ankles close together. Without trouble Dim tore her reasonably pink panty from her perfectly daily round ass and used them to gag her squeals. Oh cloud nine, oh ecstasy, oh promised land my brothers the delight the devotchka brought was sinful. As I forced myself deeper inside her I pinched her nipples and forcefully pulled her towards me. I like to look into their eyes when I fuck them.

I always got bored immediately after my number and so I entertained myself by carving smiley faces into the walls while the others had their crook. Then came an unexpected arrival my brothers as two parents entered the elbow room smiling eagerly until our ugly endeavor met their eye sight. With Georgie 's pry in one hand and Dim 's chain of mountains in the other I was an unstoppable wolf swinging each toy towards the unsuspecting adults. Then suddenly as the chain and crowbar reached for them something, unusual happened. They both squeezed together like accepting the end but wanting to accommodate each other for comfort like. Hysterical thought I as each took a smack to the face colliding their heads together like a classic clowning moment. After a few beatings, most being unnecessary and just for joke both the mother and Fatherhood lay beaten and broken on the schoolroom storey each of them holding the others hand as the red river began to pour over the brown carpet. True graphics thought I. The only while worthy of having a property in this classroom. Sadly their notecase were rather void compared to the money I usually steal from others.

Chapter 3
'' My personal souvenir ''

I awoke the surveil morning in the corner of the abandoned cinema that at night we call home my Brother along with Dim, Pete and Georgie. In the centre of the room, like us surrounded by broken glass and breach woods, Ms Michaels lay hog-tied and gagged face down in the shrill paring of the once loved construction. Like the premature night she gently wept, knowing it would n't do any dear she made no effort to scream for help. While my droogs slept I took the opportunity to try something, different. After asking her she shook her straits to refuse having tried it, but that just made things more worry. I removed the homemade gag and forced myself into her mouth, it would be the closest to lubricate that this devotchka deserved. After that I pulled undetermined her luscious brass I sent my spit swimming into her hollow. Then, without being even slightly conciliate I forced my unlubed unprotected self into her unused mess, it was her starting time metre at anal, and from her screams and cursing, it would be her last. After a while her screams died down and she bang to consent the pain but then I began to violently spank her, and pulled and twisted her flyspeck nipples making her once again yip and groan. Eventually even that was n't enough. So I unscrewed the top of my cane to reveal my mystical blade or `` Betty '' as I called it. Then using `` Betty '' I ensured she screamed.

What a mess.

I dragged her boot and scream, making the secret plan more fun for your humble narrator, down to the basement. The horrid sense of smell could be noticed from outside, the thought of spending hours among it was enough to even come down myself oh my pal. Once in the basement I tied her to the wall with the others. What a solicitation I thought to myself. And I still had three More wall to use.

Chapter 4
'' The old surprisal visit ''

'' Please do n't bruise me ! '' said the old man

'' Shut up you old slit ! '' I cheerfully exclaimed

'' Dim grab his keys and get in the shag car ! '' hollered Georgie

'' roll in the hay off get Alex to do it he does have it off all but boss us all around. ``

I then smacked Dim across the face with my cane.

'' picket that ! Watch that my brother ! '' I said intimidatingly

'' I aint your brother no more and would n't want to be ! '' whimpered Dim

'' Without me, without us, your light, your nothing. ``

'' Appy-polly-lodges '' said Dim meaning he 's no-account

To simplify things I accepted and we got in the car leaving the old guy face down in his own red river and any other liquids his body let spill.

It was an old ford, zilch especial but since it had a debile and pitiful proprietor it was n't something to ignore my pal. And since we needed conveyance to the countryside it was an easy victory.

As we traveled through the rural area route of the night casting other travellers to the side playing hogget of the road, what we needed now was somewhere isolated for the old surprisal visit, that was a existent kick and proficient for lashings of the old ultra-violence.

After searching through roadstead and roads we soon came across an isolated little upperclass cottage hidden away in the country fields. `` Perfect. '' I said

I gave some prompt roast on the threshold before this middle aged devotchka answered in an all sophisticated voice.

'' Yes can I help you ? ``

'' Miss please assist there 's been a terrible accident. My Friend lying on the route bleeding to death ! I was wondering if I ca n't use your phone ? ``

'' I 'm dreadfully dingy but I 'm afraid we do n't feature a telephone. ``

Then an onetime vox of some guy called from inside.

'' Who is it dear ? ``

'' There 's a Pres Young man here, he says there 's been an accident. ``

'' wellspring I suppose you practiced let him in. ``

As soon as she unchained and fully opened the door she had full vista of our masque, crowbar, range of mountains and canes.

But before this wretched cow had the fortune to scream for assistant Dim was round her dragging her to the living room like a heavy shopping bag.

As I danced along behind them Pete and Georgie grabbed the old tomfool who was sitting typing away on his computer.

Then as the fun began I burst out in song

'' I 'm singing in the rainfall ''

the boot to the old cat surprised face.

'' Just singing in the rainfall ''

A slap across his wife 's

'' What a glorious feelin'''

Then I tore off this young devotchkas red little dress.

'' I 'm felicitous again ''

Another slap.

While dim held her from behind Pete and Georgie mercilessly held the terrified old slit and ensured he got a good eyeful of the show.

As I had my routine, me still always being first, I continued to sing like a large song bird doing the most unforgivable human activity. I 've always loved such lovely lovely music.

After we all had a turn Dim spread the petrol around the room as Pete sat stroking the barge. But I would be the one to light it oh my brothers, that honour would be mine.

I could n't tell you if the screamed or not, when we were close enough to hear them over the flames I was still singing.

'' I 'm laughing at cloud ''
'' So dark up above ''
'' The sunlight in my heart ''
'' And I 'm ready for love ''

Chapter 5
'' No evidence ''

'' heed little Alex we know it was you ! '' exclaimed the officer.

'' Then why have no charges been placed brother ? ``

'' You and your friends or, what 's is it you phone them ? Droogs ? '' he chuckled,

'' That 's not even fucking English language ! ``

'' Us been mentioned by figure does n't entail we 're to be blamed. It was parents night sir, lots of us schoolhouse nipper were there. '' I said

'' Just listen to me little Alex if you or your friends step one toe out of line it 'll be the end for you. You may only be fifteen but it 'll be prison this fourth dimension ! ``

'' Now get the fuck out my situation. ``

Another failed attempt from Mr Sargent Kennedy Interrnational. London 's finest I joked to myself.
Not to concern about your humble narrator chum I knew they had no evidence they never do. I noticed the pic of his daughter on his desk dressed in her schoolhouse uniform, she looks courteous out of it. A few month ago I rode her ass at a party, when I arrive home base tonight I'll mail service our John Singer Sargent the picture, the video of course being directed by your narrator.

Anyway although we were getting closer to getting caught now than ever. I blame Dim. Some of his `` personal signature '' we too dark even for me oh my comrade. Last dark for representative as we were enjoying the old in-out in-out with that young soon to be married Devotchka. He made her swallow her hymeneals closed chain when it was his turn with her.

My next move was dewy-eyed then, I had to drink down Dim before he gets us caught. It 's a essential forfeit my buddy and I know thou shall shed a tear to see him go. But it must be done.

Chapter 6
'' Once a brother, once a friend ''

I arrived abode that night around 2am but mother and father knew meliorate than to question me. I lived in a simple common flat in Confederate States London. My room was filled rampart to wall with such beautiful pictures and paintings of ultra-violence as well as the old in-out in-out ( sex ). I turned to my music library and played van Beethoven 9th symphonic music, played by the London philharmonic orchestra. I lay on my and stroked my knife against my young incoming beard as Beethoven 's blissful tones surrounded me and I planned how to get rid of poor old Dim. The method did n't matter. It could be quick and painless or foresightful and most enjoyable brothers. Either would be first-class as long as no-one suspected your menial narrator.

Then an idea plopped into my gulliver. he-goat Boy. Our old foeman in the Night and schooling crony in the daylight hours. I could kill Dim and blame the old act on him, we 're all filled with such hate for comrade that they 'd want to trust its him.

The following day school was still shutdown from parents night and it was to bright for our usual fun and games so there 'd only be a few places billy could be. The most obvious being his abode. It being midday his parents were still put working and earning leaving vernal billy boy home alone. Looking through the living room windowpane I seen billy siting with his hand round some young devotchka, who looked a few years new than us, and holding a drinkable in his other as they laughed and giggled away. Then something unusual happened as this untried sap fell to her side unconscious and not unsurprisingly billy was n't too appal at her sudden change in consciousness. I need not enjoin you what happened succeeding brothers, but sickening it was to witness. After recording it with my speech sound thou it made it W. C. Handy for blackmail.
Then a grin possessed me blood brother. I need not entrap billy for killing Dim, I could make him do it.

After a spell he finished up, and I followed him as he left her unconscious at a bus closure, he did n't even bother to `` straighten up '' properly. But if she did n't remember then no harm done.

I met with my Droogs in the korova Milk River bar later that night as it was our tradition.
I had he-goat Boy waiting in the bath to ingest fear of Dim as he went for a pee, which would n't be long away. Dim entered the bathroom and as he pissed Billy Boy swung for him with a blade and surprisingly Dim ducked cognisant of the tone-beginning and threw his Chain off Billy and it slid over to my feet.

'' help us Alex ! '' shouted Dim

But I just stood there observing like an interview peering through the fourth wall. As soon as Dim realised I was n't on his side, which took a spell since it was Dim doing the thought he began to assail billy and get the ripe of him. So I grabbed his chain and smacked quick and brutally across the center sending him south to the floor in agony at which period Billy finished the job nervously stabbing him in the throat. As I stood behind billy holding Dims chain I thought, why not ? Two boo one stone and all that. And so I put Billy out his guilty misery chocking him substantial horrorshow. After he 'd passed on I left the chain there so the others would cogitate it was one killing the other in a consequence of bad lot, DoJ in a sense.

Just as I pictured after alerting them of 'my hideous discovery'then figured they must have killed each early in the attack. They all stood there grieving the loss of dear old Dim. I just stood aside them calmly finishing my moloko plus, secretly grinning.

Thats lesson one my brothers, I will always win.

END OF part I