A Clockwork orange

region 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 plans for tonight 's entertainment.

It was in the moon rise hours of the day and as usual we had spent the late hours out of school, school being no longer entertaining oh my blood brother. But parents night was approaching like the moonlight to the clouds and so and idea approached your humble narrator to assure the written report of our commit teacher to be nice and sparkling clear of the expected negativity. After purchasing our new masque, me wearing a Hitler masquerade party, Der Fuhrer being my favourite authoritarian, Peter wearing a Margret Thatcher mask from the early 90s, Georgie wearing an Obama mask, a perfect choice for my unseasoned droog as he has the `` yes we can '' attitude that I oh so admire in comrade bully and Dim in the usual ape mask which was fitting to his personality and low intelligence. Before departure we had several more spectacles of the old moloko ( milk containing drugs ) as this would focalise you up for a bit of the old ultra-violence.

Chapter 2
'' Fine art ''

After a final field glass each and a splatter of banter we set off into the setting sun towards our school.

The building was like the towns hoi polloi, it having a rotten a disgusting coming into court which was nearly as bad as the dilapidated DoI. The instructor themselves always stood square dressed in the hight of convolute mode like well trained soldiers of education.

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

As we passed through the science department we saw Mr Matthews, the steroid dependent PE teacher practicing in the gym hall as he always did in his trim time. Other than his presence the hall stood entirely detached making it a stark start to our nighttime of the old ultra-violence. As our boots tip-toed across the hall he suddenly turned and stared at us now sprinting to him lambast first, an upperclass cane being my personal choice of artillery as it as stylish as painful sensation inflicting. One quick smooch to the Kuki sent his dentition flying from his mouth like petals from a peak as the descended to the floor with his now unconscious body.
But our fun did n't terminate there my brothers, as we had to ensure he would n't wake up. A few More rush to the face, breast and testicles then he was a `` dormancy beauty ''.

As we strolled with epinephrin and the old moloko doing the backstroke through our veins we headed to mathematics for the our next visit. We entered the schoolroom, not bothered about anyone hearing or seeing us as the next room is in another area of the building. So we burst into the room masquerade party first terrifying the old cow into seismic disturbance and the classic pleading for mercy. Without a minute mentation Georgie unleashed his crowbar across her nozzle, snapping it to the right and letting the delightful red river of her blood line run south to the trading floor. She being a midsection aged fair sex meant it only took a few lashings of our weapons to make her `` unavailable '' for the eventide. As her consistency lay sleeping on the floor her bare ass was visible under her skirt. I stood there staring at her ping g-string thinking away to myself"should I have her ?"No, it would be best to save my energy for a more suitable peeress. Another time perhaps.

And for the net bang we headed to the top floor towards the art department. And in the only receptive schoolroom there she stood oh my brother. Ms Michaels, the 20-something devotchka ( cleaning lady ) stood with her slender back towards us writing `` welcome Parents ! '' upon the chalk gameboard. We 'd hold back this one awake as we each took turns fucking her, that was a really bitch and soundly for a bit of the old ultra-violence. I being master and drawing card of my droogs always had the starting time go.

When she noticed our mask her expression turned to a playful, surprised and nervous look, one which changed to trend horror as we approached her. Georgie and Pete each grabbed and arm and slid their hand up towards her cheekily visible chest. I held her leg apart with my feet and used her wench to agree her ankle joint close together. Without difficulty Dim tore her pretty pink panty from her perfectly round ass and used them to gag her squeals. Oh bliss, oh ecstasy, oh paradise my brothers the delight the devotchka brought was extraordinary. As I forced myself inscrutable inside her I pinched her nipple and forcefully pulled her towards me. I like to await 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 wall while the others had their turn of events. Then came an unexpected arrival my brothers as two parents entered the room smiling eagerly until our horrible endeavor met their eye sight. With Georgie 's pry bar in one hand and Dim 's chain in the early I was an unstoppable beast 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 hold each other for comfort like. Hysterical thought I as each took a smack to the brass colliding their caput together like a Hellenic clowning moment. After a few beatings, most being unnecessary and just for gag both the female parent and father lay beaten and broken on the classroom flooring each of them holding the others helping hand as the red river began to decant over the Brown University carpet. True artwork thought I. The solitary piece 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 souvenir ''

I awoke the following cockcrow in the box of the abandoned movie theatre that at night we call rest home my Brother along with Dim, Pete and Georgie. In the nub of the room, like us surrounded by broken glass and broken woodwind, Ms Michaels lay hog-tied and gagged face down in the sharp shavings of the once loved building. Like the premature night she gently wept, knowing it would n't do any good she made no try to call for help. While my droogs slept I took the chance to try something, different. After asking her she shook her question to pass up having tried it, but that just made matter more interesting. I removed the homemade gag and forced myself into her backtalk, it would be the closelipped to lubricate that this devotchka deserved. After that I pulled surface her scrumptious impertinence I sent my lingua swimming into her mess. Then, without being even slightly gentle I forced my unlubed unprotected self into her idle hole, it was her first fourth dimension at anal, and from her screech and cursing, it would be her last. After a while her screams died down and she bang to accept the hurting but then I began to violently spank her, and pulled and twisted her petite mamilla 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 kicking and screech, making the game more fun for your humble narrator, down to the cellar. The horrid smell could be noticed from outside, the cerebration of disbursement time of day among it was enough to even sicken myself oh my brothers. Once in the basement I tied her to the wall with the others. What a collection I thought to myself. And I still had three Sir Thomas More rampart to use.

Chapter 4
'' The old surprisal sojourn ''

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

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

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

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

I then smacked Dim across the face with my cane.

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

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

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

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

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 organic structure let spill.

It was an old President Ford, zilch particular but since it had a weak and misfortunate owner it was n't something to ignore my chum. And since we needed transport to the countryside it was an prosperous victory.

As we traveled through the nation roads of the night casting early traveller to the side playing hogs of the road, what we needed now was somewhere isolated for the old surprisal visit, that was a very bang and good for lashings of the old ultra-violence.

After searching through roadstead and roads we soon came across an isolated piddling upperclass cottage hidden away in the land William Claude Dukenfield. `` perfective. '' I said

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

'' Yes can I help oneself you ? ``

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

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

Then an sometime vox of some guy called from inside.

'' Who is it dear ? ``

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

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

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

But before this piteous cow had the chance to shout for help Dim was round her dragging her to the keep room like a heavy 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 strain

'' I 'm singing in the rain ''

Boot to the old guys surprised face.

'' Just singing in the rain ''

A slap across his married woman 's

'' What a splendid 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 razzing doing the most inexcusable Acts of the Apostles. I 've always loved such lovely cover girl 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 get down it oh my brothers, that laurels would be mine.

I could n't tell you if the screamed or not, when we were close adequate to find out them over the flame I was still singing.

'' I 'm laughing at clouds ''
'' So dark up above ''
'' The suns in my heart ''
'' And I 'm ready for dear ''

Chapter 5
'' No evidence ''

'' hear 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 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 night sir, peck of us school youngster were there. '' I said

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

'' Now get the piece of ass out my office. ``

Another failed attempt from Mr Sargent Kennedy. London 's all right I joked to myself.
Not to worry about your humble narrator brothers I knew they had no evidence they never do. I noticed the photo of his girl on his desk dressed in her shoal uniform, she looks prissy 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 video recording, 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 sense of touch '' we too dark even for me oh my brothers. Last night for case as we were enjoying the old in-out in-out with that Pres Young soon to be married Devotchka. He made her swallow her wedding pack when it was his crook with her.

My succeeding move was childlike then, I had to vote down Dim before he gets us caught. It 's a necessary forfeiture my brothers 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 nursing home that nighttime around 2am but fuss and father knew punter than to interrogate me. I lived in a simple common flat in South London. My room was filled wall to wall with such beautiful motion-picture show and painting of ultra-violence as well as the old in-out in-out ( sex ). I turned to my medicine subroutine library and played Beethoven 9th symphony, played by the London symphony orchestra. I lay on my and stroked my knife against my young incoming face fungus as van Beethoven 's blissful tone of voice surrounded me and I planned how to get rid of misfortunate old Dim. The method acting did n't topic. It could be agile and painless or yearn and about enjoyable brother. Either would be splendid as long as no-one suspected your humble narrator.

Then an idea plopped into my gulliver. billy goat Boy. Our old foe in the dark and school day chum in the daylight hours. I could belt down Dim and pick the old act on him, we 're all filled with such hate for buddy 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 game so there 'd only be a few places billy could be. The most obvious being his domicile. It being twelve noon his parents were still put working and earning leaving youth billy boy home alone. Looking through the life elbow room windowpane I seen billy siting with his hand round some youth devotchka, who looked a few years younger than us, and holding a drink in his other as they laughed and giggled away. Then something unusual happened as this young sap fell to her look unconscious and not unsurprisingly billy was n't too ball over at her sudden variety in consciousness. I need not tell you what happened next Brother, but sickening it was to see. After recording it with my telephone set thou it made it handy for blackmail.
Then a grin possessed me blood brother. I need not set up billy for killing Dim, I could establish him do it.

After a piece he finished up, and I followed him as he left her unconscious mind at a bus stop, he did n't even trouble oneself to `` neaten up '' properly. But if she did n't commemorate then no harm done.

I met with my Droogs in the korova Milk bar later that dark as it was our tradition.
I had Billy Boy waiting in the john to take care of Dim as he went for a piss, which would n't be long away. Dim entered the lavatory and as he pissed baton Boy swung for him with a blade and surprisingly Dim ducked aware of the attack and threw his chemical chain off billy goat and it slid over to my feet.

'' assist us Alex ! '' shouted Dim

But I just stood there observing like an consultation peering through the fourth paries. As soon as Dim realised I was n't on his side, which took a spell since it was Dim doing the thinking he began to attack billy and get the better of him. So I grabbed his chain and smacked quickly and brutally across the centre sending him south to the story in torture at which point Billy finished the job nervously stabbing him in the throat. As I stood behind billy goat holding Dims chemical chain I thought, why not ? Two snort one Harlan Fiske Stone and all that. And so I put Billy out his shamed misery chocking him material horrorshow. After he 'd passed on I left the Ernst Boris Chain there so the others would think it was one killing the other in a second of bad circumstances, Justice in a sense.

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

Thats lesson one my comrade, I will always win.

END OF PART I