A Clockwork orange

theatrical role I
THE DROOGS

Chapter 1
'' In the Korova ''

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

It was in the lunation rise hours of the day and as common we had spent the previous hours out of school, school being no longer entertaining oh my sidekick. But parents Nox was approaching like the lunar month to the clouds and so and mind approached your humble teller to ensure the reports of our dedicated teacher to be nice and sparkling clearly of the require negativity. After purchasing our new masque, me wearing a Der Fuhrer mask, Hitler being my ducky dictator, Peter wearing a Margret Baroness Thatcher of Kesteven mask from the early 90s, Georgie wearing an Obama masquerade, a perfect pick for my youthful droog as he has the `` yes we can '' attitude that I oh so admire in dude yobbo and Dim in the usual ape mask which was fitting to his personality and low intelligence. Before departure we had respective more glasses of the old moloko ( milk containing drugs ) as this would sharpen you up for a bit of the old ultra-violence.

Chapter 2
'' Fine art ''

After a final Methedrine each and a splash of raillery we set off into the setting sun towards our school.

The building was like the Town citizenry, it having a rotten a disgusting show which was nearly as bad as the dilapidated Interior Department. The teachers themselves always stood uncoiled dressed in the hight of twist around fashion like well prepare soldiers of education.

As we toured down the isolated corridors we peeked into each passing room to check we did n't pop off any of our `` superscript '' as they put it themselves.

As we passed through the science department we saw Mr St. Matthew, the sex hormone dependant PE teacher practicing in the gym hall as he always did in his excess time. Other than his bearing the hall stood entirely insulate making it a perfect start to our night of the old ultra-violence. As our rush tip-toed across the manor 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 fashionable as painful sensation inflicting. One quick smooch to the chin sent his teeth flying from his oral cavity like petals from a peak as the descended to the floor with his now unconscious body.
But our fun did n't hold back there my chum, as we had to ensure he would n't wake up. A few more rush to the face, dresser and testicles then he was a `` kip beauty ''.

As we strolled with epinephrine and the old moloko doing the backstroke through our nervure we headed to mathematics for the our next sojourn. We entered the schoolroom, not bothered about anyone hearing or seeing us as the following way is in another country of the edifice. So we burst into the room mask first terrifying the old cow into daze and the classic pleading for mercy. Without a endorse thought Georgie unleashed his crowbar across her olfactory organ, snapping it to the right wing and letting the delightful red river of her blood run south to the floor. She being a middle aged woman meant it only took a few stacks of our weapons to make her `` unavailable '' for the evening. As her body lay sleeping on the floor her bare ass was visible under her dame. I stood there staring at her pink G-string thinking away to myself"should I sustain her ?"No, it would be best to save my Energy Department for a more worthy lady. Another time perhaps.

And for the final strike we headed to the top trading floor towards the art department. And in the lonesome open classroom there she stood oh my Brother. Ms Michaels, the 20-something devotchka ( woman ) stood with her slender back towards us writing `` Welcome Parents ! '' upon the meth board. We 'd hold on this one awake as we each took turns fucking her, that was a real thrill and good for a bit of the old ultra-violence. I being maestro and leader of my droogs always had the first go.

When she noticed our masks her formula turned to a playful, surprised and nervous look, one which changed to swerve horror as we approached her. Georgie and Pete each grabbed and arm and slip their hands up towards her cheekily visible bureau. I held her legs apart with my feet and used her annulus to hold her articulatio talocruralis close together. Without difficulty Dim tore her pretty pink pantie from her perfectly round ass and used them to gag her squeals. Oh seventh heaven, oh ecstasy, oh heaven my comrade the delight the devotchka brought was extraordinary. As I forced myself cryptic inside her I pinched her mammilla and forcefully pulled her towards me. I like to bet 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 turn of events. Then came an unexpected comer my brothers as two parents entered the room smiling eagerly until our atrocious enterprise met their eye sight. With Georgie 's crowbar in one bridge player and Dim 's chain in the other I was an unstoppable beast swinging each toy towards the unsuspecting adults. Then suddenly as the Chain and wrecking bar reached for them something, unusual happened. They both squeezed together like accepting the end but wanting to hold each other for quilt like. Hysterical thought I as each took a savour to the face colliding their heads together like a definitive comedy moment. After a few licking, most being unneeded and just for laughs both the female parent and father lay beaten and broken on the classroom trading floor each of them holding the others hand as the red river began to rain buckets over the brown carpet. True art thought I. The only objet d'art worthy of having a plaza in this classroom. Sadly their wallets were rather vacuous compared to the money I usually steal from others.

Chapter 3
'' My personal souvenir ''

I awoke the following morning in the corner of the abandoned cinema that at nighttime we call home plate my Brother along with Dim, Pete and Georgie. In the heart and soul of the room, like us surrounded by break away glass and broken wood, Ms Michaels lay hog-tied and gagged face down in the acuate sliver of the once loved building. Like the premature night she gently wept, knowing it would n't do any good she made no endeavour to scream for service. While my droogs slept I took the chance to try something, different. After asking her she shook her head to reject having tried it, but that just made matter more interest. I removed the homemade gag and forced myself into her back talk, it would be the airless to lube that this devotchka deserved. After that I pulled open her voluptuous cheeks I sent my tongue swimming into her gob. Then, without being even slightly gentle I forced my unlubed unprotected self into her unused mess, it was her first prison term at anal, and from her sidesplitter and cursing, it would be her last. After a while her thigh-slapper died down and she bang to accept the painful sensation but then I began to violently spank her, and pulled and twisted her tiny nipple making her once again yelping and groan. Eventually even that was n't enough. So I unscrewed the top of my cane to reveal my secret sword or `` Betty '' as I called it. Then using `` Betty '' I ensured she screamed.

What a mess.

I dragged her kicking and screech, making the plot more fun for your humiliate teller, down to the cellar. The horrid look could be noticed from outside, the thought process of spending time of day among it was enough to even sicken myself oh my crony. Once in the basement I tied her to the rampart with the others. What a collection I thought to myself. And I still had three more rampart to use.

Chapter 4
'' The old surprise visit ''

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

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

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

'' nooky off get Alex to do it he does make love all but boss us all around. ``

I then smacked Dim across the face with my cane.

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

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

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

'' Appy-polly-lodges '' said Dim signification he 's drear

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 special but since it had a sapless and pitiful possessor it was n't something to dismiss my brothers. And since we needed rapture to the countryside it was an well-situated victory.

As we traveled through the country roads of the night casting other traveller to the face playing hogs of the road, what we needed now was somewhere isolated for the old surprise visit, that was a actual kick and just for lashings of the old ultra-violence.

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

I gave some quick whang on the door before this middle aged devotchka answered in an all twist voice.

'' Yes can I help you ? ``

'' misfire please supporter there 's been a terrible fortuity. My friends lying on the route bleeding to death ! I was wondering if I ca n't use your telephony ? ``

'' I 'm dreadfully sorry but I 'm afraid we do n't induce a telephone. ``

Then an older voice of some guy called from inside.

'' Who is it dear ? ``

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

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

As soon as she unchained and fully opened the room access she had full sentiment of our mask, crowbars, mountain chain and canes.

But before this poor cow had the chance to scream for avail Dim was round her dragging her to the bread and butter room like a leaden shopping bag.

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

Then as the fun began I burst out in Sung

'' I 'm singing in the rain ''

Boot to the old guys surprised face.

'' Just tattle in the pelting ''

A slap 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 number, me still always being first, I continued to sing like a great song bird doing the most unforgivable deed. I 've always loved such lovely lovely music.

After we all had a turn Dim spread the gas around the room as Pete sat stroking the lighter. But I would be the one to dismount it oh my chum, that laurels would be mine.

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

'' I 'm laughing at clouds ''
'' So dark up above ''
'' The Sunday in my pith ''
'' And I 'm ready for love ''

Chapter 5
'' No evidence ''

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

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

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

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

'' Us been mentioned by name does n't stand for we 're to be blamed. It was parents Nox sir, tidy sum of us school tyke were there. '' I said

'' Just listen to me fiddling 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 house this time ! ``

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

Another failed attempt from Mr John Singer Sargent President John F. Kennedy. London 's okay I joked to myself.
Not to concern about your mortify narrator pal I knew they had no evidence they never do. I noticed the photo of his daughter on his desk dressed in her school uniform, she looks nicer out of it. A few calendar month ago I rode her ass at a party, when I arrive home tonight I'll mail our Sargent the television, the video recording of row being directed by your narrator.

Anyway although we were getting cheeseparing to getting caught now than ever. I blame Dim. Some of his `` personal touches '' we too dark-skinned even for me oh my pal. 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 live with her marriage ringing when it was his act with her.

My next move was simple then, I had to vote down Dim before he gets us caught. It 's a necessity sacrifice my buddy and I know thou shall moult a tear to see him go. But it must be done.

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

I arrived home that Nox around 2am but overprotect and father knew better than to interview me. I lived in a simple common flat in South Greater London. My room was filled wall to fence in with such beautiful impression and picture of ultra-violence as well as the old in-out in-out ( sex ). I turned to my music library and played Beethoven 9th symphony, played by the London symphony orchestra orchestra. I lay on my and stroked my tongue against my young incoming byssus as van Beethoven 's blissful pure tone surrounded me and I planned how to get rid of poor old Dim. The method did n't topic. It could be quick and painless or foresighted and most enjoyable buddy. Either would be splendid as long as no-one suspected your modest narrator.

Then an idea plopped into my gulliver. billy Boy. Our old enemy in the night and school chum in the daylight hours. I could bolt down Dim and blame the old act on him, we 're all filled with such hatred for blood brother that they 'd want to believe its him.

The following day shoal was still shutdown from parents night and it was to bright for our common fun and games so there 'd only be a few position billy could be. The most obvious being his home. It being noonday his parents were still put working and earning leaving untried billy boy home alone. Looking through the aliveness room window I seen billy siting with his mitt round some Thomas Young devotchka, who looked a few years untested than us, and holding a drink in his early as they laughed and giggled away. Then something unusual happened as this Loretta Young muggins fell to her face unconscious and not unsurprisingly billy was n't too shocked at her sudden change in consciousness. I need not tell you what happened succeeding Brother, but sickening it was to witness. After recording it with my phone G it made it handy for blackmail.
Then a grinning possessed me sidekick. I need not frame 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 mind at a bus stop, he did n't even bother to `` neaten up '' properly. But if she did n't remember then no harm 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 john to consume concern of Dim as he went for a pee, which would n't be long away. Dim entered the bathroom and as he pissed truncheon Boy swung for him with a leaf blade and surprisingly Dim ducked aware of the attack and threw his chain off nightstick and it slid over to my feet.

'' supporter us Alex ! '' shouted Dim

But I just stood there observing like an interview peering through the fourth rampart. As soon as Dim realised I was n't on his position, which took a patch since it was Dim doing the thinking he began to set on billy and get the better of him. So I grabbed his Ernst Boris Chain and smacked quick and brutally across the eyes sending him south to the floor in agony at which item billy club finished the job nervously stabbing him in the throat. As I stood behind Billy holding Dims chain I thought, why not ? Two birds one stone and all that. And so I put Billy out his hangdog misery chocking him real horrorshow. After he 'd passed on I left the chain there so the others would think it was one killing the other in a moment of bad luck, 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 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 blood brother, I will always win.

END OF PART I