READ THIS FIRST: So, I'm back to FF. :) It's been a couple of years, hasn't it? Geez...so long! I'm sorry for being gone for so long, I sort of graduated from high school and went on to college. I'm currently in my senior year, expected to graduate in December. I just recently got back into the Bully fandom (I also got my best friend into it as well...which makes me all fuzzy inside. :3) Anyway, I came up with this idea and decided that it really needed to be written. There is material in this chapter...as well as entire, fucking story that may be discomforting for some readers, read at your own risk! Jesus Christ, I missed you guys so much. I hope you all enjoy the prologue of my story!

Also, as a warning, I do have an OC character in this story. However, he ISN'T in there for the purpose of random shipping or Gary-Stuing. So no worries. :D

The ritual morning cup of coffee must've not had enough sugars in it, or perhaps Abby didn't fully cook his sausages and eggs before he left for work. All that Detective Benjamin Adams knew was that he just wasn't feeling it today. Of course, that could also have to do with the fact that the chief called him at approximately 5:15 in the morning, demanding he come in before noon to interrogate the infamous "Bullworth Rapist" himself. The son of a bitch already confessed, apparently; Ben was just the unlucky sucker expected to come in and interview him.

This originally wasn't even Ben's case to burden himself with. In fact, the detective was supposed to be on vacation. Abby and his thirteenth wedding anniversary was coming up that weekend and Ben had booked a lavish cruise trip to Barcelona. Abby has always talked about wanting to go on a cruise, but it was only until now that Ben was finally able to save enough money to give her what she wanted. The couple had also been trying for another baby lately—what more romantic of a way to conceive a child than on a cruise ship? It's certainly better than how they conceived their first child. After being married for thirteen years, Abby was still sour about being banned from the carnival.

It was now Thursday, the first day of Ben's paid vacation. Instead of making love to his beautiful wife, packing for their trip, or taking Jasper out on a walk, he was stuck in traffic on his way to work. How did this happen? Apparently Detective Nora Jackson, the officer who was supposed to interview the sick bastard, couldn't handle the harsh reality of the case and resigned from the force. What that harsh reality was, Ben wasn't enlightened on. Ben and Nora were the only two detectives Bullworth had to offer and the chief really wasn't ready to allow the corrupt deputies of the force interview the criminal. Ben was their only hope now.

"What a fun fucking vacation," Ben said aloud while impatiently tapping his fingertips against the black steering wheel. The officer had been sitting in front of Bullworth Academy for at least twenty minutes now. Some hooligans decided to parkour on passing vehicles outside the gates. Of course, the little turds ended up causing a gigantic wreck. The kids were luckily unharmed, but now Ben was being held up from going to work at a decently early time. The detective might've been on his way to interrogate a rapist, but he was still technically on vacation; he'd let the deputies handle this.

Alas, Bullworth was a haven for incompetent cops. It took another ten minutes for a single ambulance to be called onto the scene. Was it Officer Monson or Officer Williams that called it in? Nope! Ben had to do it for the lazy bastards. God, he hated this town.

When the accident was finally cleared, Ben sped onward to the station. Once he made it to his usual parking space, he pulled the gear into park and turned the engine off. Unfortunately, his original plan to make it in around 9:00 failed, but surely the chief wouldn't mind his last detective coming in at almost 10:00. After all, he did say to be in before noon.

Once Ben stepped into the station, he was immediately dragged to the outside of the interrogation room by Officer Morrison. Guy was a good cop, but a little on the slow side. Morrison gave him very little information on the case other than the pervert being a serial rapist and, from what Ben gathered, possibly being responsible for other crimes as well. When Ben asked what these other crimes were, Morrison just rambled on about his mother's newly restored kitchen and then walked off.

This left Ben alone to turn around and face the Bullworth Rapist himself. He was able to get a great view of him from behind the one-way mirror. The redheaded detective of almost fifteen years was shocked when he saw the criminal. When he was called in to interview the guy who had reportedly assaulted many of the young students of Bullworth Academy, he was honestly expecting the creepy gym teacher from a year ago who managed to weasel his way out of his sentence. He was certainly not expecting the serial rapist to be a kid.

That's right, a KID! Young man looked to be no older than sixteen!

The boy was sitting down, so Ben couldn't really guess his height for the moment. Kid had a buzz cut, reddish nose, furrowed brow, and light freckles. Judging from his outfit, he wasn't one of those punks over at the Blue Skies Industrial Park—he was a student at Bullworth. The look in his small, squinty eyes showed little emotions present except for maybe a tinge of annoyance at being caught. Of course, he already admitted to committing these crimes, which told Ben that this kid either gave in to his guilty conscience, or he's smart enough to know when to give up.

No matter the reasoning, Ben gave himself a moment to calm his nerves. He hated the whole "good cop, bad cop" stereotype used in so many cop dramas. Ben's method of getting the criminals to talk was to step down to their level in the hopes of getting them comfortable enough to confess. He didn't need to fish for a confession today, but c'mon—he's talking to a kid.

The redhead opened the door to the interrogation room and casually stepped inside. He gave the youngster a sly grin upon sitting down across from him. "Hey kid, name's Detective Benjamin Adams. You can call me Ben if you want, though. How are you today?" The boy snorted loudly, never changing his facial expression. "Oh, you know. Just getting ratted out by a bunch of sluts who I thought were my friends for crimes serious enough to get me the electric chair. I'm fan-fucking-tastic."

Ben forced a chuckle and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his coat pocket. "That sucks, kid. Teenagers are pretty nasty pieces of work sometimes." The officer pulled a cancer stick out of his packet and dug his other hand into his pocket to fish for his lighter. "What's your name, anyway?"

The Bullworth Rapist folded his arms, never once wrinkling his nose when the smoke from Ben's cigarette arrived. "Jimmy Hopkins. Don't pretend like you don't know. I'm sure your files have enough information of me for you to put me outta my misery right here at this moment." This kid was something else. The tone of his voice was so…flat. It was as if he had completely detached himself from any fear a regular boy his age would feel in this situation.

But Ben's temperament never faltered. He remained calm, even giving Jimmy Hopkins an open smile upon exhaling the smoke from his cigarette. "Well, you know how much Bullworth sucks, Jimmy. My incompetent co-workers have neglected to really tell me much about you." Jimmy raised an eyebrow, now uncrossing his arms to fold them atop the table.

"Wait, you haven't heard anything about what I did? Just what kind of detective goes this long without keeping up with what happens in his jurisdiction?" Ben released a genuine laugh at the boy's observation, coughing on the cigarette smoke simultaneously. "One that's constantly at the mercy of his incompetent superiors, my boy!" The detective gave himself a moment to re-compose himself before taking another drag on his smoke. Right after exhale, Ben smirked.

"So perhaps you should start from the beginning, Jimmy Hopkins."

For the first time since their meeting, Jimmy gave a mischievous grin back to the officer. He repositioned himself in his seat so his right leg was now overlapping his left. He folded his arms against his chest again. He took a deep breath before saying anything else.

"Fine."