Hi hi hi there! I don't own A Clockwork Orange, or any other characters mentioned other than Roxanne and other various OC's that my wonder into this story. Most chapters will be in Roxanne's POV, but if it's Alex's (or anyone else's) They'll be in italics. :) R&R my lovelies!
Things in the Korova milkbar were almost tranquil. Looking here to there one couldn't help noticing small details, these being the trends that gangs would wear. One in particular would constantly stick out to me, being as perceptive as I was. It was a young boy; whom which I would say was about eighteen, sporting the generic white droog uniform and black bowler hat. But this chelloveck wore fake eyelashes, with eyes as blue as a crystal clear lake. His eemya? Alex.
"Welly welly well" Grub greeted unceremoniously as he lesurely walked towards the couch that my droogs and I had chosen to gather. Grub's eemya suited him, with dirty black hair that strung over his menacing eyes and filthy, grime-like chompers that sat uncomfortably inside of his filthy rot.
"Grub! Oh how pleasing to see you walsing into the Korova on a fine day like this, Pe and Em kick you out on your bullocks again?" As soon as these words travelled out of my rot, a sea of heads turned toward our direction, baffled.
"Who let this devotchka out of her cage? She looks like she's only good for one thing! Make it worth my while, love, and I'll give you a pretty polly to get some of the ol' milk-plus" Grub sneered his revolting rot towards thou, and I felt almost like a sea of sick was about to travel right on to the ol' chelloveck.
"The only thing I'd ever give you is a kick in the yarbles, if thou keep pestering this devotchka. Off with you, find yourself droogs." As I spoke stiffly and rose up to meet Grub's filthy mug, I noticed in my peripheral I had caught someone's attention, as the gorgeous chelloveck with the eemya of Alex looked towards me, wearing a dangerous smirk. My eyes flicker toward Alex; he notices and raises his own chashka of milk-plus.
I decided to travel home, walking along the menacing streets full of ultra-violence as I pondered. Thoughts of Alex's devilish grin flicked through my gulliver, it fascinated me and I couldn't shake it off. It was challenging, and fascinating. As I get to my Pe and Em's apartment building I couldn't help but hear whistling, singing in the rain being its tune. It had a certain feel, a dangerous and chilling feel that even I, your faithful narrator, had chills.