A Clockwork orange

portion I
THE DROOGS

Chapter 1
'' In the Korova ''

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

It was in the moon rise minute of the day and as usual we had spent the premature minute out of school day, school being no longer entertaining oh my crony. But parents night was approaching like the Moon to the clouds and so and approximation approached your humble narrator to ensure the reports of our consecrated teacher to be nice and sparkling clean-cut of the look negativity. After purchasing our new masks, me wearing a Der Fuhrer mask, Hitler being my favorite authoritarian, Peter wearing a Margret Thatcher mask from the early 90s, Georgie wearing an Obama mask, a pure alternative for my untested droog as he has the `` yes we can '' attitude that I oh so admire in fellow roughneck and Dim in the usual ape masquerade party which was fitting to his personality and low intelligence agency. Before departure we had several more deoxyephedrine of the old moloko ( milk containing drugs ) as this would focalize you up for a bit of the old ultra-violence.

Chapter 2
'' amercement art ''

After a final chicken feed each and a spattering of give-and-take we set off into the setting sun towards our school.

The building was like the towns people, it having a rotten a disgusting visual aspect which was nearly as bad as the dilapidated Interior. The instructor themselves always stood straight dressed in the hight of sophisticated fashion like well trained soldiers of education.

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

As we passed through the science department we saw Mr Saint Matthew the Apostle, the steroid hormone dependent PE teacher practicing in the gym residence hall as he always did in his extra sentence. other than his front the entrance hall stood entirely isolated making it a perfect starting to our night of the old ultra-violence. As our flush 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 weapon as it as stylish as pain inflicting. One quickly smack to the chin sent his teeth flying from his mouth like petals from a flower as the descended to the floor with his now unconscious mind body.
But our fun did n't break there my brothers, as we had to see to it he would n't awaken. A few more bang to the face, chest and bollock then he was a `` sleeping knockout ''.

As we strolled with epinephrine and the old moloko doing the backstroke through our veins we headed to Mathematics for the our adjacent visit. We entered the schoolroom, not bothered about anyone hearing or seeing us as the next elbow room is in another area of the building. So we burst into the room masquerade party first terrifying the old cow into electrical shock and the classic pleading for clemency. Without a second view 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 flooring. She being a middle aged fair sex meant it only took a few tons of our weapons to make her `` unavailable '' for the evening. As her body lay sleeping on the story her bare ass was visible under her bird. I stood there staring at her pink g-string thinking away to myself"should I have her ?"No, it would be best to keep my vitality for a more suitable lady. Another sentence perhaps.

And for the final smash we headed to the top floor towards the art department. And in the sole heart-to-heart classroom there she stood oh my comrade. Ms Michaels, the 20-something devotchka ( woman ) stood with her slender back towards us writing `` welcome Parents ! '' upon the chalk board. We 'd preserve this one awake as we each took turns fucking her, that was a veridical kick and well for a bit of the old ultra-violence. I being master and leader of my droogs always had the first go.

When she noticed our masks her expression turned to a playful, storm and nervous face, one which changed to sheer repugnance as we approached her. Georgie and Pete each grabbed and arm and slid their hands up towards her cheekily seeable pectus. I held her stage apart with my feet and used her skirt to hold her mortise joint close together. Without trouble Dim tore her pretty pink panties from her perfectly flesh out ass and used them to gag her squeals. Oh blissfulness, oh ecstasy, oh Heaven my brothers the delight the devotchka brought was over-the-top. As I forced myself thick inside her I pinched her nipple and forcefully pulled her towards me. I like to take care into their eyes when I fuck them.

I always got bored immediately after my turn and so I entertained myself by carving smiley faces into the walls while the others had their turning. Then came an unexpected reaching my Brother as two parents entered the way smiling eagerly until our atrocious endeavor met their eye pot. With Georgie 's pry bar in one helping hand and Dim 's chain in the other I was an unstoppable beast swinging each toy towards the unsuspecting adult. Then suddenly as the chemical chain and crowbar reached for them something, unusual happened. They both squeezed together like accepting the end but wanting to hold each early for comfort like. Hysterical thought I as each took a flavour to the face colliding their heads together like a Graeco-Roman comedy moment. After a few drubbing, most being unnecessary and just for jest both the female parent and Church Father lay beaten and broken on the schoolroom floor each of them holding the others hand as the red river began to pelt over the brown carpet. True artwork thought I. The only if man worthy of having a place in this classroom. Sadly their billfold were rather empty compared to the money I usually steal from others.

Chapter 3
'' My personal keepsake ''

I awoke the following dayspring in the street 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 broken methamphetamine hydrochloride and check wood, Ms Michaels lay hog-tied and gagged face down in the astute skimming of the once loved construction. Like the previous night she gently wept, knowing it would n't do any commodity she made no attempt to scream for supporter. While my droogs slept I took the opportunity to try something, unlike. After asking her she shook her heading to slump having tried it, but that just made things more occupy. I removed the homemade gag and forced myself into her oral fissure, it would be the snug to lube that this devotchka deserved. After that I pulled spread out her luscious cheeks I sent my tongue swimming into her holes. Then, without being even slightly gentle I forced my unlubed unprotected ego into her fresh fix, it was her first prison term at anal, and from her howler and cursing, it would be her last. After a while her sidesplitter died down and she bang to take over the pain but then I began to violently spank her, and pulled and twisted her flyspeck pap making her once again yelp and moan. Eventually even that was n't enough. So I unscrewed the top of my cane to reveal my secret blade or `` Betty '' as I called it. Then using `` Betty '' I ensured she screamed.

What a mess.

I dragged her kick and screeching, making the biz more fun for your humble narrator, down to the basement. The horrid tone could be noticed from outside, the thought of spending hours among it was enough to even sicken myself oh my brothers. Once in the cellar I tied her to the wall with the others. What a collection I thought to myself. And I still had three more than rampart to use.

Chapter 4
'' The old surprise visit ''

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

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

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

'' screwing off get Alex to do it he does jazz all but boss us all around. ``

I then smacked Dim across the font with my cane.

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

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

'' Without me, without us, your decrepit, your nix. ``

'' Appy-polly-lodges '' said Dim meaning he 's disconsolate

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 liquid state his body let spill.

It was an old ford, nix particular but since it had a weak and lamentable proprietor it was n't something to discount my brothers. And since we needed raptus to the countryside it was an light victory.

As we traveled through the nation roads of the nighttime casting other travellers to the side playing squealer of the road, what we needed now was somewhere isolated for the old surprisal visit, that was a rattling kicking and good for gobs of the old ultra-violence.

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

I gave some quick knocks on the doorway before this middle aged devotchka answered in an all sophisticated voice.

'' Yes can I help you ? ``

'' Miss please help there 's been a painful fortuity. My acquaintance lying on the road bleeding to demise ! I was wondering if I ca n't use your telephone ? ``

'' I 'm dreadfully sad but I 'm afraid we do n't have got a phone. ``

Then an older vocalisation of some guy called from inside.

'' Who is it dear ? ``

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

'' fountainhead I suppose you near let him in. ``

As soon as she unchained and fully opened the door she had wide-cut view of our masquerade, crowbars, chains and canes.

But before this poor cow had the chance to scream 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 tomfool who was sitting typing away on his computer.

Then as the fun began I burst out in call

'' I 'm singing in the rainfall ''

Boot to the old hombre surprised face.

'' Just singing in the rainfall ''

A smacking across his wife 's

'' What a glorious feelin'''

Then I tore off this young devotchkas red little dress.

'' I 'm happy again ''

Another slap.

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

As I had my bit, me still always being beginning, I continued to sing like a great song wench doing the most unforgivable acts. 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 lighter. But I would be the one to get down it oh my pal, that honour would be mine.

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

'' I 'm laughing at clouds ''
'' So dark up above ''
'' The Dominicus in my inwardness ''
'' And I 'm ready for making love ''

Chapter 5
'' No evidence ''

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

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

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

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

'' Us been mentioned by name does n't mean we 're to be blamed. It was parents nighttime sir, circumstances of us school nipper were there. '' I said

'' Just listen to me piffling Alex if you or your supporter step one toe out of wrinkle it 'll be the end for you. You may only be fifteen but it 'll be prison this time ! ``

'' Now get the roll in the hay out my office. ``

Another failed attempt from Mr Sargent Kennedy. London 's fine I joked to myself.
Not to care about your low narrator brothers I knew they had no grounds they never do. I noticed the photo of his daughter on his desk dressed in her school uniform, she looks dainty out of it. A few month ago I rode her ass at a political party, when I arrive home tonight I'll chain mail our Sargent the TV, the video of row being directed by your narrator.

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

My next motion was uncomplicated then, I had to kill Dim before he gets us caught. It 's a requirement forfeit my pal and I know thou shall shake off a binge to see him go. But it must be done.

Chapter 6
'' Once a blood brother, once a ally ''

I arrived abode that night around 2am but mother and father knew better than to question me. I lived in a wide-eyed common flat in southward London. My room was filled wall to surround with such beautiful image and paintings of ultra-violence as well as the old in-out in-out ( sex ). I turned to my euphony library and played Beethoven 9th philharmonic, played by the John Griffith Chaney symphonic music orchestra. I lay on my and stroked my tongue against my young incoming beard as Beethoven 's blissful quality surrounded me and I planned how to get rid of poor old Dim. The method did n't matter. It could be promptly and painless or long and most enjoyable Brother. Either would be splendid as long as no-one suspected your humble narrator.

Then an thought plopped into my gulliver. billystick Boy. Our old enemy in the night and school brother in the day hours. I could kill Dim and blame the old act on him, we 're all filled with such hatred for sidekick that they 'd want to believe its him.

The following day school was still shutdown from parents night and it was to bright for our usual fun and secret plan so there 'd only be a few home billy could be. The most obvious being his dwelling house. It being midday his parents were still put working and earning leaving young billy boy place alone. Looking through the livelihood room windowpane I seen billy siting with his hired hand round some unseasoned devotchka, who looked a few age younger than us, and holding a crapulence in his former as they laughed and giggled away. Then something unusual happened as this Whitney Young fool fell to her face unconscious and not unsurprisingly billy was n't too shocked at her sudden change in cognizance. I need not differentiate you what happened next brothers, but sickening it was to see. After recording it with my headphone K it made it handy for blackmail.
Then a grin possessed me pal. I need not cast billy for killing Dim, I could make him do it.

After a while he finished up, and I followed him as he left her unconscious at a bus period, he did n't even rag to `` tidy up up '' properly. But if she did n't remember then no injury done.

I met with my Droogs in the korova Milk River bar later that Nox as it was our tradition.
I had billy goat Boy waiting in the lavatory to require aid of Dim as he went for a pee, which would n't be long away. Dim entered the lavatory and as he pissed he-goat Boy swung for him with a steel and surprisingly Dim ducked aware of the attack 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 audience peering through the fourth wall. As soon as Dim realised I was n't on his English, which took a piece since it was Dim doing the thinking he began to attack billy and get the substantially of him. So I grabbed his Chain and smacked quick and brutally across the eyes sending him south to the floor in agony at which spot baton finished the job nervously stabbing him in the throat. As I stood behind billystick holding Dims chain I thought, why not ? Two birds one Harlan Stone and all that. And so I put Billy out his guilty misery chocking him real horrorshow. After he 'd passed on I left the Sir Ernst Boris Chain there so the others would intend it was one killing the other in a moment of bad portion, justice in a sense.

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

Thats lesson one my chum, I will always win.

END OF PART I