I used FF.net's temporary shut-down as an excuse to not write...bad me. On
the plus side, I figured out the ending to this story.
...it's gonna be bad
Disclaimer: I still don't own this.
*~WARNING!!!WARNING!!!WARNING!!!WARNING!!!WARNING!!!WARNING!!!WARNING!!!WARN ING!!!~* LOTS OF BAD STUFF HAPPENS IN THIS CHAPTER! The faint of heart may want to skip this chapter. It contains Casey torture, violence, non-con drug use, and obscure/bizarre references. This is your last chance to turn back... you sure you want to read it? ...ok, you've been warned....ENJOY!
Hey, Does anyone else have the urge to call Casey's dad "Shooter"?
It must really blow to be you: Confrontation
*****
Thursday. First I think I should mention how not surprised I was at my parents' lack of reaction to my injuries last night. My dad dropped me off at school early this morning. Now, I wait outside on the school commons for Stokes, making sure I stay well out of everyone's notice. I'm passing the minutes by taking random pictures. I might get a few that I could add to my portfolio. I spot Stokely accross the commons, absorbed by a sci-fi novel and run over until I'm directly in front of her, then I snap a picture. She stops dead, startled by the flash, and rubs her eyes.
"Damnit!" She yells. I laugh and she glares at me.
"Case, you are the only person who can get away with shit like that in my book." I say nothing, just smile, and she continues. "Who the hell are you supposed to be anyway? Pecker?"
I roll my eyes. "C'mon! I'm not that bad. It's not like I'm taking shots of rats mating or anything."
"Too bad. Cause there they are." She points towards the entrance of the school where the fuck-you girl is verbally abusing her boyfriend. We laugh and head inside. As I follow Stokes to her locker, she looks over my face. "Casey, I got a question. I thought that Trevor and Josh's suspension started yesterday. So how did they jump you in the bathroom when they weren't even supposed to be here?"
"The suspension didn't start until after lunch. They jumped me right before they left the building." I look at the ground as I answer. Reminiscing about my beatings isn't what I consider friendly banter, but the comment makes me think harder about Zeke's warning yesterday. What did he mean by it?
Unfortunately, I don't get to see him until after school and when I do it's in the locker room. I feel very self-conscious when I notice that the locker room is filled with football players. So I don't get to talk to Zeke, not as long as those football goons are hanging all around him. I keep glancing in his direction, hoping to get his attention as discretely as possible.
One of the guys notices though and nudges Zeke. "Hey, that fag over there keeps staring at you. I think he wants to be your girlfriend."
Zeke looks over at me then back to his teammate. "Two things." Zeke suddenly slams the guy back against the lockers. "One, that's my friend and I don't appreciate the joke. Two, I hate that f-word. Use it again around me and see what happens." (Author's note: I hate that word too. -L )
The guy looks stunned. "Okay, man. Chill." He walks away, headed towards the field, trying to look cool. I just stare at the scene. That's the second time Zeke has put someone in check for me. Zeke walks over. "Hey, Casey. I'd love to stay to watch you run but I got detention."
"Really? What for?"
"Miss Burke finally nailed me for skipping class."
I raise an eyebrow at this. "Burke? I didn't think she had it in her to give anyone detention."
Zeke smiled and scratched the back of his head "I just bring out the best in people, I guess. Catch ya later, man."
Practice isn't too bad. I think I may actually get to like being on the track team. It's easy to forget everything and just run. It's also more fun when you're not being chased by an entire football time being possessed by aliens. After taking note of some of my times, Coach told me when practice for track takes place (every thursday) and told me to hit the showers.
Just as I get changed, I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I just know that someone is staring at me. I turn around slowly. Gabe is standing not two aisles away from me, leaning casually against the lockers. "So you think you're on the team, now, huh? You actually think you- " he laughed "are a Hornet."
"I don't-" I'm cut off and slammed against the lockers. Gabe looks pissed.
"I heard you were talking to Deliliah the other day. Whatever you said to her made her upset. So, Let's get something straight, all right? She's my girl. You don't go anywhere near her without my permission. You don't talk to her, you don't look at her, you don't even have wet dreams about her, understand?!" In stunned silence, I slowly nod. Gabe suddenly goes from furious to smug "You want to know why she's my girl?"
Sometimes my mouth has this weird habit of saying whatever's on my mind at the worst of times. This must be one of them. "Because she likes it your way?" (Author's note: hehehe I had to pick on Usher. -L )
Oh look, he's back to pissed. "Oh, you think you're funny? That's cool. I got one for you. Tell me what you think." He whistles sharply and two figures step out... Trevor and Josh!?! oh shit.
"No Zeke or Stan to help you now." Trevor laughs.
I shove Gabe and try to make a break for it but Josh grabs me from behind. One of his huge, gorilla-like arms is squeezing the air out of my lungs and keeping me from using my arms, his other is wrapped around me and his hand is covering my mouth. I struggle futilely. Gabe is standing in front of me. In a blur of motion, his arm swings out and I feel his class ring smash into my temple. For a brief second, I see only white before pain fills my senses. I hear shouting and try to ignore the ringing in my ear to make out what they're saying.
"...missing a game because of you! And you get to join the track team?! Fuck that! How the fuck is that fair? We're going to teach you a lesson, pussy!"
Trevor reaches into his jacket, probably for a weapon. Fuck! They're fucking going to kill me! I renew my struggle only to be rewarded with a kick to the groin. White hot agony spreads through my limbs. My breath catches in my throat, my vision goes blurry, my eyes water and I just want to puke or pass out but Josh is still holding me in some kind of weird death grip.
I groan in pain and slowly look up. Trevor finally pulls out whatever it was he was reaching for. He steps close and holds up two tiny slim objects. It takes me a while to focus my vision...something blue and white.
"You know what this is?" Gabe chuckles.
They're pens... pens filled with something white... That's... My eyes just widen.
"I don't know exactly what it is. But it's not really important. When we give you this all we have to do is run and get Coach. When he sees you tripping your balls off, you'll be lucky if all he does is kick you off the team."
I almost have to give them credit. I didn't think jocks could actually plan out revenge like this. So I get them suspended and they get me expelled. Bastards. Well, I'll show them. All I have to do is not inhale it.
Trevor uncaps the pen and places it under my right nostril, then places his finges against my left nostril. Fuck! I'm in a bad way here. Josh's monster- sized hand is still holding my mouth so either I inhale the scat or pass out from lack of oxygen.
Well, no point in delaying this. I snort quickly but they don't let me go. Gabe pinches my nose shut as he uncaps the second pen with his teeth. The echo of the pen cap hitting the floor seems to go on and on. I squirm against Josh's hold. I need AIR dammit! As soon as I feel Gabe let go of my nose, I take a deep breath of much needed air into my abused lungs...and another hit of scat. I try and stand still while I gasp for breath, my nose feels like it's buring. Josh suddenly let's go and backs away from me.
Without Josh holding me up, I fall pitifully to the ground. I press my forehead to the cold cement floor and moan. No one has run to get Coach yet. They're still chuckling at me. So, I wait for what I know will happen. The burning in my nostril quickly becomes almost an itch. Then, there's that sensation that something big is going to happen, like the way your stomach drops right before a roller coaster takes that first dive, or like the way your whole body tenses before an orgasm. Then I'm there. I know I'm there because nothing really matters anymore. I feel almost giddy. I stifle a laugh because I know that if I start then I won't stop. The guys are still there, talking about me.
"You sure that wasn't too much?"
"Since when are you so fucking concerned?"
"We just want to get him off the team, man. It's not like we want to kill him."
"Jesus fuck... look at him. What the hell is in that shit?"
"Nevermind that. Where the fuck did you get it?"
"Some dickhead stonner sold it to me."
"Shit, man."
I try to stand and they laugh at me some more. After a few attempts, I finally make it to my feet. The room is spinning on me and I shut my eyes tight against it. There's a sound in my head like dozens of pen caps falling. Someone calls my name and I turn around. Actually, I try to turn around but end up falling down. That does it. I lay on my back on the floor of the locker room and laugh my ass off. I don't know why it's so funny but it is. I don't know where the jocks are either. Hey, there's a big guy standing over me. He's saying something but it sounds too much like the teachers in those Charlie Brown cartoons. You know what I mean, "wah wah wah wah".
Whoever it is helps me stand and mumbles more at me. I wish they'd shut up and let me enjoy my trip. I mean, last time I did scat I was fighting aliens. I wonder if Charlie Brown ever had to fight aliens. I get a mental image on Linus attacking Marybeth by snapping his blanket at her. I laugh some more. I'm moving now. Whoever helped me up is moving me somewhere. Does he know that I stopped an alien invasion? It sounds even weirder inside my head. I saved the Earth. Me! I'm like Tom Skerritt or Kevin McCarthy. Think I can get a chick like Ann Francis?
Probably not.
I feel really tired now. I feel myself slipping into darkness. I think I might pass out. I'm afraid...
but then, I'd rather be afraid.
*****
TA-DA! Took me damn long enough. Just one more chapter is gonna wrap this whole thing up, I think. I'm so evil so very very evil. hehehehe Please review!
...it's gonna be bad
Disclaimer: I still don't own this.
*~WARNING!!!WARNING!!!WARNING!!!WARNING!!!WARNING!!!WARNING!!!WARNING!!!WARN ING!!!~* LOTS OF BAD STUFF HAPPENS IN THIS CHAPTER! The faint of heart may want to skip this chapter. It contains Casey torture, violence, non-con drug use, and obscure/bizarre references. This is your last chance to turn back... you sure you want to read it? ...ok, you've been warned....ENJOY!
Hey, Does anyone else have the urge to call Casey's dad "Shooter"?
It must really blow to be you: Confrontation
*****
Thursday. First I think I should mention how not surprised I was at my parents' lack of reaction to my injuries last night. My dad dropped me off at school early this morning. Now, I wait outside on the school commons for Stokes, making sure I stay well out of everyone's notice. I'm passing the minutes by taking random pictures. I might get a few that I could add to my portfolio. I spot Stokely accross the commons, absorbed by a sci-fi novel and run over until I'm directly in front of her, then I snap a picture. She stops dead, startled by the flash, and rubs her eyes.
"Damnit!" She yells. I laugh and she glares at me.
"Case, you are the only person who can get away with shit like that in my book." I say nothing, just smile, and she continues. "Who the hell are you supposed to be anyway? Pecker?"
I roll my eyes. "C'mon! I'm not that bad. It's not like I'm taking shots of rats mating or anything."
"Too bad. Cause there they are." She points towards the entrance of the school where the fuck-you girl is verbally abusing her boyfriend. We laugh and head inside. As I follow Stokes to her locker, she looks over my face. "Casey, I got a question. I thought that Trevor and Josh's suspension started yesterday. So how did they jump you in the bathroom when they weren't even supposed to be here?"
"The suspension didn't start until after lunch. They jumped me right before they left the building." I look at the ground as I answer. Reminiscing about my beatings isn't what I consider friendly banter, but the comment makes me think harder about Zeke's warning yesterday. What did he mean by it?
Unfortunately, I don't get to see him until after school and when I do it's in the locker room. I feel very self-conscious when I notice that the locker room is filled with football players. So I don't get to talk to Zeke, not as long as those football goons are hanging all around him. I keep glancing in his direction, hoping to get his attention as discretely as possible.
One of the guys notices though and nudges Zeke. "Hey, that fag over there keeps staring at you. I think he wants to be your girlfriend."
Zeke looks over at me then back to his teammate. "Two things." Zeke suddenly slams the guy back against the lockers. "One, that's my friend and I don't appreciate the joke. Two, I hate that f-word. Use it again around me and see what happens." (Author's note: I hate that word too. -L )
The guy looks stunned. "Okay, man. Chill." He walks away, headed towards the field, trying to look cool. I just stare at the scene. That's the second time Zeke has put someone in check for me. Zeke walks over. "Hey, Casey. I'd love to stay to watch you run but I got detention."
"Really? What for?"
"Miss Burke finally nailed me for skipping class."
I raise an eyebrow at this. "Burke? I didn't think she had it in her to give anyone detention."
Zeke smiled and scratched the back of his head "I just bring out the best in people, I guess. Catch ya later, man."
Practice isn't too bad. I think I may actually get to like being on the track team. It's easy to forget everything and just run. It's also more fun when you're not being chased by an entire football time being possessed by aliens. After taking note of some of my times, Coach told me when practice for track takes place (every thursday) and told me to hit the showers.
Just as I get changed, I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I just know that someone is staring at me. I turn around slowly. Gabe is standing not two aisles away from me, leaning casually against the lockers. "So you think you're on the team, now, huh? You actually think you- " he laughed "are a Hornet."
"I don't-" I'm cut off and slammed against the lockers. Gabe looks pissed.
"I heard you were talking to Deliliah the other day. Whatever you said to her made her upset. So, Let's get something straight, all right? She's my girl. You don't go anywhere near her without my permission. You don't talk to her, you don't look at her, you don't even have wet dreams about her, understand?!" In stunned silence, I slowly nod. Gabe suddenly goes from furious to smug "You want to know why she's my girl?"
Sometimes my mouth has this weird habit of saying whatever's on my mind at the worst of times. This must be one of them. "Because she likes it your way?" (Author's note: hehehe I had to pick on Usher. -L )
Oh look, he's back to pissed. "Oh, you think you're funny? That's cool. I got one for you. Tell me what you think." He whistles sharply and two figures step out... Trevor and Josh!?! oh shit.
"No Zeke or Stan to help you now." Trevor laughs.
I shove Gabe and try to make a break for it but Josh grabs me from behind. One of his huge, gorilla-like arms is squeezing the air out of my lungs and keeping me from using my arms, his other is wrapped around me and his hand is covering my mouth. I struggle futilely. Gabe is standing in front of me. In a blur of motion, his arm swings out and I feel his class ring smash into my temple. For a brief second, I see only white before pain fills my senses. I hear shouting and try to ignore the ringing in my ear to make out what they're saying.
"...missing a game because of you! And you get to join the track team?! Fuck that! How the fuck is that fair? We're going to teach you a lesson, pussy!"
Trevor reaches into his jacket, probably for a weapon. Fuck! They're fucking going to kill me! I renew my struggle only to be rewarded with a kick to the groin. White hot agony spreads through my limbs. My breath catches in my throat, my vision goes blurry, my eyes water and I just want to puke or pass out but Josh is still holding me in some kind of weird death grip.
I groan in pain and slowly look up. Trevor finally pulls out whatever it was he was reaching for. He steps close and holds up two tiny slim objects. It takes me a while to focus my vision...something blue and white.
"You know what this is?" Gabe chuckles.
They're pens... pens filled with something white... That's... My eyes just widen.
"I don't know exactly what it is. But it's not really important. When we give you this all we have to do is run and get Coach. When he sees you tripping your balls off, you'll be lucky if all he does is kick you off the team."
I almost have to give them credit. I didn't think jocks could actually plan out revenge like this. So I get them suspended and they get me expelled. Bastards. Well, I'll show them. All I have to do is not inhale it.
Trevor uncaps the pen and places it under my right nostril, then places his finges against my left nostril. Fuck! I'm in a bad way here. Josh's monster- sized hand is still holding my mouth so either I inhale the scat or pass out from lack of oxygen.
Well, no point in delaying this. I snort quickly but they don't let me go. Gabe pinches my nose shut as he uncaps the second pen with his teeth. The echo of the pen cap hitting the floor seems to go on and on. I squirm against Josh's hold. I need AIR dammit! As soon as I feel Gabe let go of my nose, I take a deep breath of much needed air into my abused lungs...and another hit of scat. I try and stand still while I gasp for breath, my nose feels like it's buring. Josh suddenly let's go and backs away from me.
Without Josh holding me up, I fall pitifully to the ground. I press my forehead to the cold cement floor and moan. No one has run to get Coach yet. They're still chuckling at me. So, I wait for what I know will happen. The burning in my nostril quickly becomes almost an itch. Then, there's that sensation that something big is going to happen, like the way your stomach drops right before a roller coaster takes that first dive, or like the way your whole body tenses before an orgasm. Then I'm there. I know I'm there because nothing really matters anymore. I feel almost giddy. I stifle a laugh because I know that if I start then I won't stop. The guys are still there, talking about me.
"You sure that wasn't too much?"
"Since when are you so fucking concerned?"
"We just want to get him off the team, man. It's not like we want to kill him."
"Jesus fuck... look at him. What the hell is in that shit?"
"Nevermind that. Where the fuck did you get it?"
"Some dickhead stonner sold it to me."
"Shit, man."
I try to stand and they laugh at me some more. After a few attempts, I finally make it to my feet. The room is spinning on me and I shut my eyes tight against it. There's a sound in my head like dozens of pen caps falling. Someone calls my name and I turn around. Actually, I try to turn around but end up falling down. That does it. I lay on my back on the floor of the locker room and laugh my ass off. I don't know why it's so funny but it is. I don't know where the jocks are either. Hey, there's a big guy standing over me. He's saying something but it sounds too much like the teachers in those Charlie Brown cartoons. You know what I mean, "wah wah wah wah".
Whoever it is helps me stand and mumbles more at me. I wish they'd shut up and let me enjoy my trip. I mean, last time I did scat I was fighting aliens. I wonder if Charlie Brown ever had to fight aliens. I get a mental image on Linus attacking Marybeth by snapping his blanket at her. I laugh some more. I'm moving now. Whoever helped me up is moving me somewhere. Does he know that I stopped an alien invasion? It sounds even weirder inside my head. I saved the Earth. Me! I'm like Tom Skerritt or Kevin McCarthy. Think I can get a chick like Ann Francis?
Probably not.
I feel really tired now. I feel myself slipping into darkness. I think I might pass out. I'm afraid...
but then, I'd rather be afraid.
*****
TA-DA! Took me damn long enough. Just one more chapter is gonna wrap this whole thing up, I think. I'm so evil so very very evil. hehehehe Please review!
