A Clockwork Orange

portion I
THE DROOGS

Chapter 1
'' In the Korova ''

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

It was in the moon lift hr of the day and as usual we had spent the premature hours out of school day, school day being no longer entertaining oh my brothers. But parents night was approaching like the moon to the clouds and so and estimate approached your mortify narrator to ascertain the reports of our dedicated teachers to be dainty and sparkling clear of the require negativism. After purchasing our new masquerade party, me wearing a Hitler masquerade party, Adolf Hitler being my favorite dictator, Peter wearing a Margret Thatcher mask from the betimes 90s, Georgie wearing an Obama mask, a perfect choice for my younger droog as he has the `` yes we can '' attitude that I oh so admire in fellow yob and Dim in the usual ape masque which was fitting to his personality and low intelligence. Before departure we had several 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
'' amercement art ''

After a final glassful each and a spatter of banter we set off into the setting sun towards our school.

The construction was like the towns people, it having a rotten a disgusting appearance which was nearly as bad as the decay interior. The teacher themselves always stood straight dressed in the hight of sophisticated style like well trained soldiers of education.

As we toured down the isolated corridors we peeked into each passing elbow room to insure we did n't go any of our `` Superior '' as they put it themselves.

As we passed through the science department we saw Mr Matthews, the sex hormone dependent PE instructor practicing in the gym hall as he always did in his extra time. Other than his bearing the hall stood entirely isolated making it a perfect head start to our night of the old ultra-violence. As our boots tip-toed across the residence he suddenly turned and stared at us now sprinting to him lambast first, an upperclass cane being my personal choice of weapon as it as stylish as pain inflicting. One fast smooch to the mentum sent his teeth flying from his mouth like petal from a prime as the descended to the floor with his now unconscious mind body.
But our fun did n't intercept there my chum, as we had to ensure he would n't awake. A few Thomas More bang to the nerve, chest and testis then he was a `` sleep beaut ''.

As we strolled with adrenaline and the old moloko doing the backstroke through our veins we headed to Mathematics for the our side by side visit. We entered the classroom, not bothered about anyone auditory sense 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 shocks and the classic pleading for mercy. Without a second gear thought Georgie unleashed his pry across her nose, snapping it to the right and letting the delightful red river of her stemma run south to the floor. She being a middle aged woman meant it only took a few stacks of our weapon to seduce her `` unavailable '' for the eventide. As her body lay sleeping on the floor her bare ass was visible under her skirt. I stood there staring at her pinko g-string thinking away to myself"should I have her ?"No, it would be best to save my energy for a more worthy Lady. Another time perhaps.

And for the final strike we headed to the top floor towards the art department. And in the only spread out classroom there she stood oh my brother. Ms Michaels, the 20-something devotchka ( woman ) stood with her slender back towards us writing `` receive Parents ! '' upon the chalk board. We 'd keep this one awake as we each took turns fucking her, that was a real flush and 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 mask her expression turned to a playful, surprised and nervous look, one which changed to curve revulsion as we approached her. Georgie and Pete each grabbed and arm and slither their hands up towards her cheekily visible chest. I held her legs apart with my feet and used her annulus to hold her ankles close together. Without difficulty Dim tore her fairly pink pantie from her perfectly round ass and used them to gag her squeals. Oh bliss, oh cristal, oh heaven 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 look into their optic when I fuck them.

I always got bored immediately after my turn of events and so I entertained myself by carving smiley faces into the bulwark while the others had their bit. Then came an unexpected arrival my comrade as two parents entered the way smiling eagerly until our ugly enterprise met their eye sight. With Georgie 's crowbar in one hand and Dim 's chain in the former I was an unstoppable beast swinging each toy towards the unsuspecting adults. Then suddenly as the concatenation and pry reached for them something, unusual happened. They both squeezed together like accepting the end but wanting to concur each other for comfort like. Hysterical thought I as each took a smack to the face colliding their heads together like a authoritative funniness moment. After a few lacing, well-nigh being unnecessary and just for laughs both the female parent and father lay beaten and broken on the schoolroom floor each of them holding the others paw as the red river began to pour over the brown carpet. True nontextual matter thought I. The only piece worthy of having a berth in this classroom. Sadly their wallet were rather vacuous compared to the money I usually steal from others.

Chapter 3
'' My personal souvenir ''

I awoke the be morning in the box of the abandoned movie theater that at Nox we call plate my brothers along with Dim, Pete and Georgie. In the marrow of the elbow room, like us surrounded by broken glass and broken wood, Ms Michaels lay hog-tied and gagged face down in the sharp shavings of the once loved building. Like the premature Nox she gently wept, knowing it would n't do any undecomposed she made no attempt to scream for help. While my droogs slept I took the opportunity to try something, different. After asking her she shook her head to decline having tried it, but that just made thing more interesting. I removed the homemade gag and forced myself into her sass, it would be the penny-pinching to lube that this devotchka deserved. After that I pulled exposed her delicious cheeks I sent my glossa swimming into her holes. Then, without being even slightly easy I forced my unlubed unprotected self into her unused hollow, it was her offset time at anal, and from her screams and cursing, it would be her last. After a while her screams died down and she bang to have the pain in the ass but then I began to violently spank her, and pulled and twisted her tiny nipples 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 closed book steel or `` Betty '' as I called it. Then using `` Betty '' I ensured she screamed.

What a mess.

I dragged her kicking and screaming, making the game more fun for your chagrin narrator, down to the basement. The horrid look 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 collection I thought to myself. And I still had three to a greater extent walls to use.

Chapter 4
'' The old surprise visit ''

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

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

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

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

I then smacked Dim across the look with my cane.

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

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

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

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

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

It was an old Henry Ford II, null limited but since it had a weak and pitiful owner it was n't something to neglect my comrade. And since we needed transport to the countryside it was an easy victory.

As we traveled through the country road of the night casting former traveller to the English playing hogs of the road, what we needed now was somewhere isolated for the old surprise sojourn, that was a really kick and good for stacks of the old ultra-violence.

After searching through roads and roads we soon came across an isolated niggling upperclass bungalow hidden away in the country field of study. `` Perfect. '' I said

I gave some speedy bang on the door before this midsection aged devotchka answered in an all advanced voice.

'' Yes can I serve you ? ``

'' Miss please help there 's been a terrible chance event. 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 make a telephony. ``

Then an sr. voice of some guy called from inside.

'' Who is it dear ? ``

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

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

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

But before this poor people 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 chump who was sitting typing away on his computer.

Then as the fun began I burst out in song

'' I 'm singing in the rainfall ''

kick to the old guys surprised face.

'' Just singing in the rain ''

A slap across his wife 's

'' What a resplendent feelin'''

Then I tore off this young devotchkas red little dress.

'' I 'm glad again ''

Another slap.

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

As I had my turning, me still always being first, I continued to sing like a corking song bird doing the most unforgivable enactment. I 've always loved such lovely endearing 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 sidekick, that laurels would be mine.

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

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

Chapter 5
'' No grounds ''

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

'' Then why have no guardianship been placed crony ? ``

'' 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 epithet does n't mean we 're to be blamed. It was parents night sir, dozens of us schooling Thomas Kyd were there. '' I said

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

'' Now get the shag out my government agency. ``

Another failed attempt from Mr John Singer Sargent Kennedy. London 's finest I joked to myself.
Not to worry about your humble teller sidekick I knew they had no evidence they never do. I noticed the picture of his daughter on his desk dressed in her school uniform, she looks dainty out of it. A few months ago I rode her ass at a party, when I arrive dwelling house tonight I'll mail our Sargent the television, the picture of course of study being directed by your narrator.

Anyway although we were getting closer to getting caught now than ever. I blame Dim. Some of his `` personal touches '' we too darkness even for me oh my sidekick. finale dark for instance as we were enjoying the old in-out in-out with that Lester Willis Young soon to be married Devotchka. He made her swallow her wedding halo when it was his turn with her.

My next motility was simple then, I had to pop Dim before he gets us caught. It 's a requirement sacrifice 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 home that night around 2am but mother and father knew better than to question me. I lived in a simple common flat in southward London. My room was filled wall 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 program library and played Beethoven 9th symphony, played by the Greater London symphony orchestra. I lay on my and stroked my tongue against my young incoming byssus as Beethoven 's blissful tones surrounded me and I planned how to get rid of poor old Dim. The method acting did n't matter. It could be warm and painless or recollective and most enjoyable brothers. Either would be splendid as long as no-one suspected your humble narrator.

Then an idea plopped into my gulliver. baton Boy. Our old foeman in the night and school Oncorhynchus keta in the daylight hours. I could kill Dim and blame the old act on him, we 're all filled with such hatred for buddy that they 'd want to consider its him.

The keep abreast day schoolhouse was still shutdown from parents nighttime and it was to bright for our usual fun and secret plan so there 'd only be a few places billy could be. The most obvious being his home. It being midday his parents were still put working and earning leaving Whitney Moore Young Jr. billy boy home alone. Looking through the living way window I seen billy siting with his hand round some unseasoned devotchka, who looked a few eld immature than us, and holding a drink in his other as they laughed and giggled away. Then something unusual happened as this offspring mug fell to her brass unconscious mind and not unsurprisingly billy was n't too aghast at her sudden change in consciousness. I need not tell you what happened next buddy, but sickening it was to witness. After recording it with my speech sound thou it made it William Christopher Handy for blackmail.
Then a grin possessed me crony. I need not entrap 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 stop, he did n't even annoy to `` clean up up '' properly. But if she did n't recall then no hurt 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 bathroom to consider care of Dim as he went for a piss, which would n't be long away. Dim entered the bath and as he pissed baton Boy swung for him with a blade 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 position, which took a while since it was Dim doing the thought process he began to attack billy and get the better of him. So I grabbed his chain and smacked quick and brutally across the heart sending him south to the level in torture at which point baton finished the job nervously stabbing him in the throat. As I stood behind baton holding Dims chain I thought, why not ? Two skirt one stone and all that. And so I put Billy out his shamefaced wretchedness chocking him real horrorshow. After he 'd passed on I left the chain there so the others would retrieve it was one killing the other in a moment of bad luck, jurist in a sense.

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

Thats lesson one my crony, I will always win.

END OF PART I