A/N: New writer to this part of the site, but not to the fandom. I've played through Bully in its entirety at least four or five times since it came out on PC in 2008. I don't profess to be any sort of expert writer and what is produced is simply my own interpretation of the source material. That being said I'm always happy if someone out there happens to enjoy the random meanderings that have decided to make their way out of my mind.
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Do some people like to make themselves miserable? thought Duncan McTavish as he stole to the disused dirt path that ran alongside the outskirts of Bullworth Academy. The sordid hellhole that marked the end of the world. His world.
Lukewarm beer bottle in hand, Duncan kicked away a clump of leaves. Though the air remained tinged with the mugginess of summer, the landscape was marked with all the signs of the rapidly enclosing autumn. A patch of grass cleared by his foot, he settled himself against the brick wall that encircled most of the school's grounds.
Flinging away the drained bottle, Duncan felt satisfaction hearing glass shatter upon a nearby rock. He shivered as the late evening breeze blew through his brown buzzcut. The small wooded grove was cooler than he'd expected.
He remained uncertain just what had compelled him to this area of Bullworth. After all, it was customary for him to spend Friday nights drinking beer and smoking weed with his friends at the ancient church in Old Bullworth Vale before trying to entice the rich preppies whom populated the area into knockdown, bear knuckle fights.
Duncan grinned as he looked at the still healing cuts from last weekend's tussles. A wiry sixteen-year-old of average height, many underestimated his proficiency at fighting. But he was strong and scrappy and no one had more grit than he. Feels sooo good to be on the giving end of the fists for a change!
His eyes then clouded, his expression bitter and twisted. Duncan pulled himself upright and began walking backwards until he could just see the tip of the Academy's bell tower. His heart and fists clenched in unison. God. How he hated that school with every fibre and morsel of his being. The parts of himself that remained intact from the carnage and torment he had endured at Bullworth Academy not-so-very-long-ago.
Bullied almost to death by those fucking bastards! Duncan's toes curled recalling the last month he'd been able to handle before the bullying had grown too extreme and had culminated with his dropping out eighteen months prior. Time had rendered him almost unrecognizable from the short, chubby mound of blubber that had passed through the iron wrought front gates trembling in tears as he'd fled, tail between his legs. Back then, his weight had rivalled that of only fellow nerd Fatty Johnson. But puberty and depression combined had melted away the excess fat and his aptitude challenge, leaving a vengeful young man in their wake.
Avoiding the trauma had also only magnified his hard feelings toward Bullworth Academy and its inhabitants. Time heal all wounds? Pure and utter bullshit! Dropping out had been an abrupt halt to all his plans, his hopes and dreams. Gone was the pathway he had once envisioned would lead him towards a career as a video game designed that would be the mastermind of the ultimate Grotto and Gremlins game. Enrolling in the local high school had seemed pointless when all his passion for learning was gone.
Duncan crammed his hands into the pockets of his faded jeans that were torn at the knees. He prepped himself to wait. No matter how long it took some punk Bullworth student to stumble towards his vantage point he would stay where he was. Whoever's unlucky enough to sneak back here tonight better say their prayers!
Perhaps one hundred feet away between rotting beams and crumbling brick, James 'Jimmy' Hopkins took a weary breath before collapsing the rickety bed that was only piece of furniture in his dorm room that appeared to offer any semblance of comfort. After a trying day it was all he could hope for.
Jimmy almost choked on the cloud of dust the billowed into the air when he hit the mattress. What a dump! he thought. For the millionth time that day, he cursed his luck from having been expelled from any halfway decent boarding school. Guess it could always be worse, though. Instead of peeling plaster he could've been staring down the bars of a cell in juvenile detention.
And the added benefit of the record that had followed him from his previous schools had been him been assigned his own room instead of having to share with any of the other boys. Dr. Crabblesnitch, the school's pretentious headmaster, had been insistent that admitting Jimmy into the Academy was contingent on the extra funds being forked over for a private room. While his new stepdad had initially balked at the additional costs, the yearlong honeymoon that hinged on him being able to stash Jimmy somewhere had won out.
Bastard who's twice as old as my grandfather and fat and bald too! Though he'd had three other stepfathers, there was something about this one in particular that got under Jimmy's skin. It seemed his mother's standards, aside from the financial ones, dwindled with each succeeding marriage. Phonies. Each and every one of the them. What the hell is wrong with you, Mom?
Stop it! Thinking about Fat Bastard and Bridezilla ain't gonna help you now. Tired and fed up, Jimmy sighed. His head still pounded from the punch he'd taken earlier in the day during his trial by fire. The swing had come from a guy named Russell, if Jimmy recalled the name right. Good name for an ape if there ever was one! He rubbed his sore cheekbone, the one that had taken the brunt of the sucker punch. The pain's not a bad thing. It's there to help you remember what priority number one is right now: Getting revenge and learning how to survive this joint!
Jimmy threw aside the nauseating yellow bedspread that smelt older than even his new stepfather. The small room was stuff, almost unbearably so. Guess you can't count air-conditioning as a highlight of this place. And if I stay in here much longer I'm gonna get an even worse headache! Jimmy looked to the door leading into the hallway of the Boys' Dorm, trying to decide whether it was safe to attempt passage outside via that route. He quickly decided against it. The bullies that had accosted him upon his arrival to Bullworth had been having a shoving match just outside room a few minutes prior as he'd quickly rushed past them to the comparative .
Those guys don't scare me! Jimmy thought. And judging by his results earlier in the day he could take any one of those guys on with one hand tied behind his back. That ape Russell though… He shook his head. There were other factors to consider, anyways. The area outside the entrance to the dorm was, according to Gary, the guy who'd made it his solemn sworn duty for some reason to show Jimmy around Bullworth on today's first day, had warned Jimmy that the area would be swarming with prefects. "And you don't want to let them see you breaking any rules," Gary had warned with a relishing grin. "Or they'll hurt you."
Guess that leaves the window. Jimmy got to his feet, looking for something to assist him in prying open the window. He seemed to remember spotting a small wooded area in the area immediately behind his dorm room. He was certain it would be little trouble at all to slip out the window and quickly hightail it over the back fence.
With an old letter pen he had found atop the desk that Jimmy was sure had been in his room since the time of the Arc, he was at last successful in jiggling open the window. In less time than it takes to speak of it, the stocky boy had crept out the window and dropped onto the pavement below, his sneakers emitting a soundless thud.
Jimmy crouched, almost passing out from the stench of the putrid dumpster he had pressed his body against. He could hear hard, distant that were almost drowned out by the heartbeat banging against his eardrums. After a few minutes passed, Jimmy relaxed, certain the prefects would remain out front, too lazy to sweep the area in which he was. Without a second thought, he climbed atop the dumpster and made a running leap for the fence directly ahead. He felt relief when his hands came in contact with chickenwire rather than brick. Almost there. His face reddening with exertion, Jimmy pulled himself upward along the flimsy wire, moving carefully when he swung one leg over the other side. The last thing he needed now was to tear to the one pair of khaki uniform pants the school had outfitted him with.
Huh?! Spotting a dark form beginning to drop onto the ground round nearby, Duncan halted his breath. With trepidation, he crouched down as his prey slowly began to make its way towards him, another Bullworth prick whom had no idea at the fury upon to rain down on it.