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 design for tonight 's entertainment.

It was in the moon rise 60 minutes of the day and as usual we had spent the former hr out of schoolhouse, schooltime being no longer entertaining oh my blood brother. But parents night was approaching like the moon to the clouds and so and idea approached your humble narrator to ensure the reports of our give teacher to be overnice and sparkling clear of the expected negativity. After purchasing our new masks, me wearing a Hitler masque, Der Fuhrer being my favorite potentate, Peter wearing a Margret Margaret Hilda Thatcher mask from the ahead of time 90s, Georgie wearing an Obama mask, a perfect selection for my younger droog as he has the `` yes we can '' attitude that I oh so admire in fellow roughneck and Dim in the usual ape masquerade which was fitting to his personality and low intelligence. Before leaving we had several more specs of the old moloko ( milk containing drugs ) as this would focalise you up for a bit of the old ultra-violence.

Chapter 2
'' mulct art ''

After a last deoxyephedrine each and a splash of banter we set off into the setting sun towards our school.

The edifice was like the Town multitude, it having a rotten a disgusting show which was nearly as bad as the dilapidated interior. The teachers themselves always stood directly dressed in the hight of twist around way like well check 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 `` superiors '' as they put it themselves.

As we passed through the science department we saw Mr Matthews, the steroid dependant PE teacher practicing in the gym dorm as he always did in his spare time. other than his presence the mansion house stood entirely isolated making it a thoroughgoing startle to our night of the old ultra-violence. As our rush tip-toed across the hall he suddenly turned and stared at us now sprinting to him cane first, an upperclass cane being my personal pick of weapon as it as stylish as pain inflicting. One quick smack to the Chin sent his teeth flying from his mouth like flower petal from a blossom as the descended to the floor with his now unconscious mind body.
But our fun did n't break there my brother, as we had to see to it he would n't awaken. A few more rush to the aspect, dresser and egg then he was a `` quiescence beauty ''.

As we strolled with adrenaline and the old moloko doing the backstroke through our veins we headed to math for the our side by side visit. We entered the classroom, not bothered about anyone hearing or seeing us as the next room is in another area of the construction. So we burst into the elbow room masque first terrifying the old cow into seismic disturbance and the classic pleading for mercy. Without a second thought Georgie unleashed his crowbar across her nose, snapping it to the rightfield and letting the delightful red river of her blood line run south to the storey. She being a middle aged woman meant it only took a few lashings of our weapons to clear her `` unavailable '' for the eventide. As her body lay sleeping on the floor her bare ass was visible under her dame. I stood there staring at her knock G-string thinking away to myself"should I have her ?"No, it would be best to save my energy for a more suitable lady. Another time perhaps.

And for the final smasher we headed to the top storey towards the art department. And in the solely heart-to-heart classroom there she stood oh my chum. Ms Michaels, the 20-something devotchka ( fair sex ) stood with her slender back towards us writing `` welcome Parents ! '' upon the meth board. We 'd keep this one awake as we each took turns fucking her, that was a veridical kick and trade good for a bit of the old ultra-violence. I being master and loss leader of my droogs always had the first go.

When she noticed our masquerade party her expression turned to a playful, surprised and queasy look, one which changed to sheer horror as we approached her. Georgie and Pete each grabbed and arm and slew their custody up towards her cheekily visible chest. I held her branch apart with my metrical foot and used her doll to concur her ankles close together. Without difficulty Dim tore her somewhat pink panty from her perfectly fill out ass and used them to gag her squeals. Oh bliss, oh X, oh Shangri-la my brothers the delectation the devotchka brought was extraordinary. As I forced myself thick inside her I pinched her nipples and forcefully pulled her towards me. I like to search into their eye when I fuck them.

I always got bored immediately after my good turn and so I entertained myself by carving smiley faces into the walls while the others had their turn. Then came an unexpected reaching my brothers as two parents entered the room smiling eagerly until our horrible endeavour met their eye sight. With Georgie 's pry bar in one hand and Dim 's chain in the early I was an unstoppable animate being swinging each toy towards the unsuspicious 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 halt each early for ease like. Hysterical thought I as each took a nose drops to the boldness colliding their point together like a authoritative comedy moment. After a few licking, about being unneeded and just for laughs both the mother and Father lay beaten and broken on the classroom floor each of them holding the others hand as the red river began to pour over the Robert Brown carpet. True art thought I. The only piece worthy of having a spot in this classroom. Sadly their billfold were rather empty compared to the money I usually steal from others.

Chapter 3
'' My personal memento ''

I awoke the accompany morning in the corner of the abandoned cinema that at Night we call home my brothers along with Dim, Pete and Georgie. In the centre of the room, like us surrounded by disclose chalk and offend Sir Henry Joseph Wood, Ms Michaels lay hog-tied and gagged face down in the penetrating shavings of the once loved building. Like the previous night she gently wept, knowing it would n't do any goodness she made no attempt to cry for help. While my droogs slept I took the chance to try something, different. After asking her she shook her top dog to reject having tried it, but that just made things more interesting. I removed the homemade gag and forced myself into her mouth, it would be the closest to lube that this devotchka deserved. After that I pulled open her luscious cheeks I sent my tongue swimming into her holes. Then, without being even slightly gentle I forced my unlubed unprotected self into her unused hole, it was her initiative fourth dimension at anal, and from her shriek and cursing, it would be her final. After a while her belly laugh died down and she bang to accept the pain but then I began to violently spank her, and pulled and twisted her midget nipples making her once again yelp and groan. Eventually even that was n't enough. So I unscrewed the top of my cane to reveal my underground blade or `` Betty '' as I called it. Then using `` Betty '' I ensured she screamed.

What a mess.

I dragged her kicking and screaming, making the plot more fun for your humble storyteller, down to the basement. The horrid smell could be noticed from outside, the thought of spending hours among it was enough to even sicken myself oh my Brother. Once in the basement I tied her to the wall with the others. What a appeal I thought to myself. And I still had three Thomas More bulwark to use.

Chapter 4
'' The old surprisal visit ''

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

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

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

'' Fuck off get Alex to do it he does lie with all but boss us all around. ``

I then smacked Dim across the human face with my cane.

'' lookout man that ! lookout that my brother ! '' I said intimidatingly

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

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

'' Appy-polly-lodges '' said Dim substance he 's sorry

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

It was an old Henry Ford II, nothing especial but since it had a debile and pitiful owner it was n't something to neglect my Brother. And since we needed transport to the countryside it was an easy victory.

As we traveled through the nation roads of the night casting former traveler to the side playing pig of the road, what we needed now was somewhere isolated for the old surprisal visit, that was a literal kick and trade good for lashings of the old ultra-violence.

After searching through roads and roads we soon came across an isolated lilliputian upperclass cottage hidden away in the commonwealth subject area. `` perfect tense. '' I said

I gave some quickly knocks on the door before this middle aged devotchka answered in an all pervert voice.

'' Yes can I assist you ? ``

'' Miss please help there 's been a terrible accident. My friends lying on the road bleeding to death ! I was wondering if I ca n't use your telephone set ? ``

'' I 'm dreadfully dreary but I 'm afraid we do n't get a telephone. ``

Then an older articulation of some guy called from inside.

'' Who is it dear ? ``

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

'' Well I suppose you improve let him in. ``

As soon as she unchained and fully opened the door she had full thought of our masquerade, crowbars, irons and canes.

But before this poor cow had the chance to shout out for aid 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 gull who was sitting typing away on his computer.

Then as the fun began I burst out in song

'' I 'm singing in the rain ''

iron heel to the old guys surprised face.

'' Just singing in the pelting ''

A smack across his wife 's

'' What a glorious feelin'''

Then I tore off this Cy Young devotchkas red slight 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 turn, me still always being first, I continued to sing like a great strain shuttle doing the most unforgivable acts. I 've always loved such lovely lovely music.

After we all had a turn Dim spread the gasoline around the way as Pete sat stroking the lighter. But I would be the one to dismount it oh my brothers, that honour would be mine.

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

'' I 'm laughing at clouds ''
'' So dark up above ''
'' The sun in my heart ''
'' And I 'm prepare for love ''

Chapter 5
'' No evidence ''

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

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

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

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

'' Us been mentioned by name does n't entail we 're to be blamed. It was parents night sir, dozens of us school kid 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 sentence ! ``

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

Another failed effort from Mr Sargent Kennedy Interrnational. London 's finest I joked to myself.
Not to worry about your modest teller blood brother I knew they had no evidence they never do. I noticed the photo of his daughter on his desk dressed in her schoolhouse uniform, she looks nicer out of it. A few months ago I rode her ass at a party, when I arrive base tonight I'll mail our Sargent the video, the picture of trend being directed by your narrator.

Anyway although we were getting closer to getting caught now than ever. I blame Dim. Some of his `` personal mite '' we too darkness even for me oh my brothers. Last night for instance as we were enjoying the old in-out in-out with that young soon to be married Devotchka. He made her accept her wedding ring when it was his turn with her.

My next move was bare then, I had to pour down Dim before he gets us caught. It 's a necessary sacrifice my blood brother and I know thou shall drop a tear to see him go. But it must be done.

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

I arrived home that night around 2am but mother and father knew better than to question me. I lived in a simple common flatcar in Dixie London. My room was filled paries to wall with such beautiful pictures and picture of ultra-violence as well as the old in-out in-out ( sex ). I turned to my music library and played van Beethoven 9th symphony, played by the John Griffith Chaney symphony orchestra orchestra. I lay on my and stroked my knife against my young incoming whiskers as Ludwig van Beethoven 's blissful tones surrounded me and I planned how to get rid of miserable old Dim. The method did n't issue. It could be agile and painless or recollective and most gratifying brothers. Either would be glorious as long as no-one suspected your humble narrator.

Then an idea plopped into my gulliver. billy Boy. Our old enemy in the night and shoal brother in the day minute. I could kill Dim and blame the old act on him, we 're all filled with such hate for Brother that they 'd want to believe its him.

The following day schooling was still shutdown from parents night and it was to bright for our usual fun and games so there 'd only be a few piazza billy could be. The most obvious being his household. It being high noon his parents were still put working and earning leaving youthful billy boy home alone. Looking through the living room window I seen billy siting with his hand round some unseasoned devotchka, who looked a few old age unseasoned than us, and holding a drink in his other as they laughed and giggled away. Then something unusual happened as this unseasoned fool fell to her face unconscious and not unsurprisingly billy was n't too shocked at her sudden alteration in consciousness. I need not recount you what happened next brothers, but sickening it was to witness. After recording it with my speech sound one thousand it made it handy for blackmail.
Then a grin possessed me chum. I need not frame billy for killing Dim, I could make water him do it.

After a while he finished up, and I followed him as he left her unconscious at a bus occlusive, he did n't even bother to `` straighten up '' properly. But if she did n't think of then no impairment done.

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

'' assistance us Alex ! '' shouted Dim

But I just stood there observing like an audience peering through the fourth part rampart. As soon as Dim realised I was n't on his side, which took a while since it was Dim doing the cerebration he began to attack billy and get the better of him. So I grabbed his chain and smacked prompt and brutally across the eye sending him south to the floor in torture at which detail nightstick finished the job nervously stabbing him in the pharynx. As I stood behind nightstick holding Dims mountain chain I thought, why not ? Two birds one stone and all that. And so I put Billy out his guilty wretchedness chocking him real horrorshow. After he 'd passed on I left the mountain chain there so the others would think it was one killing the other in a moment of bad chance, justice in a sense.

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

Thats lesson one my buddy, I will always win.

END OF PART I