Yay!! Finally I got off my lazy ass and updated!! Not much to say here. This was one of my favorite scenes in the movie. I hope I did it justice!! xD
Push: Bully Edition
XXX 30 Minutes Earlier XXX
Constantinos awoke to the scream of police sirens and the smell of fish left out in the air too long. Shaking his aching head, he pulled over his black sketch book, took a stub of pencil out of his pocket, and then proceeded to draw.
Once he was done, he looked at the drawing he'd just completed; a picture of the Tenements, the Greasers' hangout. The pessimist then stood up, wobbled on his feet a bit, and snuck out of the building before the cops could find him. When the cost was clear, Constantinos grabbed a nearby bike and headed off to New Coventry.
About ten full minutes of hard pedaling later, the kleptomaniac stopped in front of the Tenements, panting heavily. Ok, now where? Again the emo boy started drawing, closing his book once he was finished drawing two pictures, and went around the building to the back where he snuck in through an open window.
After looking through a few rooms to make sure the area was Greaser free, Constantinos made his way to the uppermost level, turning into the correct room on his first try.
The room was bare, with nothing but a grimy table for furniture. On the table was a still unconscious Jimmy and standing over him was the one and only Lola Lombardi, slut of the Greaser clique and the only Stitcher Constantinos knew of.
"Well, well, if it isn't Bullworth's worse Watcher," Lola smugly stated, none too kindly.
Constantinos rolled his eyes. "He alive?"
"You know, if you had even a sliver of the talent Mrs. Phillips has, he wouldn't be in this mess," the girl replied, voice layered in fake hurt. "After all, he's twice the man you'll ever be. Even more. That makes him better than you, you know."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Look, just fix him and get lost."
Lola scowled at the smaller boy. "You don't need to be so rude."
"Do it."
"Fine." The Greaser slut stretched dramatically before removing Jimmy's shirt. Placing the article of clothing aside, she then grabbed the stocky boy's shoulders and closed her eyes.
Despite being out cold, Jimmy yelled in pain, his scream accompanied by the sickening sounds of bones and tissue rearranging themselves. Finally, after what seemed like hours of agony, Lola let go of Jimmy and strutted out of the room, pausing next to Constantinos.
"Don't piss off the Townies again."
"Get. Now."
As the girl left with an irritated huff, Constantinos walked over to Jimmy and gently shook his shoulder. The King of Bullworth moaned, cracking open an eye. "The hell?"
"We're in the Tenements. Better wake up soon, Hopkins. Your friend Pete's in serious trouble."
"What do you mean trouble?" Jimmy grunted, sitting up and rubbing his temples. Constantinos flipped open his sketch book and shoved it in his face.
"We're all gonna die," the pessimist grimly answered, pointing at the three dead figures with X's for eyes. "You, me, and Petey."
XXX 2 Hours Later XXX
Petey was exhausted; he could feel the drug still burning through his veins, making every movement, every breath, every heart beat an agonizing hell. He couldn't stop though. He knew he had to get to Jimmy and tell him what was going on. Jimmy would know what to do. He had to.
A large hand grabbed onto his wrist and something cold and hard was pressed into his side. "About time we found you toiletstain."
Petey felt his heart sink into his throat. It was Max. Max the Prefect who was loyal to Crabblesnitch and Crabblesnitch alone. And the man had a gun.
The feminine boy bit his lip as a wave of pain and nausea made his vision blur. There was no choice but to surrender. Petey was not a fighter and even if he had been, whatever poison was coursing through his blood had severely crippled him. Going limp, he allowed Max to lead him to a car, where another Prefect, Edward, was waiting. Max roughly shoved the poor boy into the back of the car before getting in himself.
As the vehicle lurched into motion, Petey went over his options. Either he could let these two take him back to Crabblesnitch or he could escape and find Jimmy. Regardless of which he chose, he'd be heading to the same place. The only difference was whose hands he'd end up in.
And he did not want to end up in Crabblesnitch's hands.
Petey shivered. He had no choice then. He needed to escape and the only way to do that was to use his curse again. Summoning up all his strength, he stared intently at Max, focusing all his attention on the Prefect
Max shook his head before growling savagely. "Cut that out!"
"What is it?" Edward muttered, eyes on the road.
"The little smearwipe's trying to push me!" Max snapped, gritting his teeth. "Pull over, apparently he's going to be sick."
Edward growled in annoyance and reluctantly pulled the vehicle over, stopping next to Bullworth's Mexican Restaurant. Blinking back the darkness eating away at his vision from the energy he'd exerted, Petey watched as the two adults left the car and opened his door. Max grabbed him roughly by his collar, obviously enraged at Petey's attempted push, and dragged him into the nearly empty restaurant, followed by Edward.
"You take him in the back. I'll stand watch out here."
Max grunted in response and shoved the men's restroom door open, throwing Petey into a stall and turning to face the mirror. The feminine boy gently shut the stall door before his stomach lurched violently and he barely managed to reach the toilet in time.
Minutes passed. Petey moaned and wiped his mouth on a piece of toilet paper, feeling much worse than he had before. He needed to find Jimmy. Soon. Flushing the toilet with a trembling hand, the young teen stood and rested his face against the cool stall door, watching Max through a crack.
The prefect was washing his face with his hands, his back facing Petey. As Max looked up, Petey caught a glimpse of the adult's eyes and couldn't help but smile weakly. He was getting a plan here. If he played this right he could escape this place and get to Jimmy by sundown. Taking a deep breath, he stared intently into Max's reflected gaze.
"You're a good man, Max."
Max immediately stiffened, his hands freezing in the act of shutting off the water faucet. Petey couldn't help but gasp quietly in surprise. He'd only been trying out of desperation; he'd had no clue he'd be able to push Max through his refection.
It was the drug. It had to be. Suddenly, Petey felt something he'd never felt before. He felt powerful, confident.
His slip up cost him though. Max realized what was going on and fought back. "Get out of my head, you little toiletstain!"
Petey tightened his focus, his eyes glaring into the reflected eyes in the mirror. He needed to push harder, for his own sake. "You're better than the others, Max. Honest, more lenient. I've seen it sometimes. You'll let kids off the hook occasionally."
Max's forehead was beading with sweat, his eyes wide open and never blinking. Regardless, Petey could still feel his mind fighting against his, fighting to regain control.
It was at that moment Petey remembered Edward, still waiting in the restaurant area outside the restroom doors. His stomach churned violently as he realized he had no choice. If he wanted to escape, he needed to remove Edward from the picture. Permanently. He swallowed, forcing back a new wave of nausea, and refocused on Max.
"Shame about your brother though…"
"What brother?" Max slurred, mind slowly losing the battle for control.
"Don't you remember? You two were close, thicker than thieves, as the saying goes. It's sick how Crabblesnitch is forcing you to work with the man who killed him."
"Edward… Killed him?"
"Yes. It's horrible-"
Before Petey could finish his sentence Max snarled savagely, storming out of the bathroom. A few short minutes later, the loud crack of gunfire filled the air, followed by screams of terror.
Petey collapsed to his knees, gasping for breath as his eyes grew wide. He'd pushed Max into shooting Edward. He'd played a hand in the murder of another human being.
A wave of pain flooded his entire body and he bit back a yell of agony. There was no time for guilt now. He needed to run. By now Max would be aware of what he'd just done and come back any minute.
Struggling against the pain, the boy forced himself up and left the stall, observing his surroundings. A small window caught his eye, located directly over the bathroom counter. He ran towards his freedom, just managing to get the window open and slipping out as Max's footsteps were heard running towards the restroom door again.
Just to be safe, he ran around the building and into the restaurant again, stopping next to Edward's body and swiping his keys. Wobbling dangerously, Petey then turned tail and fled again, wanting nothing more than to locate Jimmy and a nice, warm bed.
