Warning: Rated for language, some violence and adult behavior.

The main characters of this story are based on characters from the cartoon 'Code Lyoko.' I do not own, nor do I claim, any copyright to these characters.


After taking Yumi home, he returned to the hotel in the limo. There, his parents were waiting for him. His father tipped the driver, and put Ulrich's bags in the trunk of their car. They all got in and left.

"So, how was the evening, son?" his father asked once they were on the road.

"Quiet," Ulrich flatly replied.

"That's not what I heard," came the reply, "I'll have to admit, you sure can pick 'em, son! She was a real screamer! You two sure got the old man's blood circulating last night, that's for sure!" He laughed at that last remark.

Great, Ulrich thought to himself, not only is my father a bigot and a sadist, he's a Peeping Tom as well.

The rest of the drive was quiet. Ulrich looked at his mother, silently looking out the car window, looking away from her husband. He could see the silent tears falling in her reflection in the glass, tears for what happened last night, and was happening now.

When they arrived at Ravensbrook, Ulrich's father turned to him. "Ulrich, I need your cell phone and your video game."

"Why?" the boy replied.

"Ravensbrook doesn't allow cadets to have cell phones or video games. Also, computer access is very limited, so you won't be wasting your time playing video games or chatting with your lowlife friends." Ulrich groaned, but dug out his cell phone and video game and gave it to his father. Ulrich then got out and got his bags.

As he set his bags down on the curb, his father rolled down his window and said, "this is for your own good, Ulrich, so use the situation to your advantage. Don't make me regret doing this for you."

With that, Ulrich's father drove off.


Cadet Ulrich Stern collapsed in his bunk. The school year at Ravensbrook hadn't officially started yet and he was up to his ears in homework.

After his parents left, he checked in and found that the Commandant wanted to see him.

"Stern," the Commandant Krieger said without preamble, "one of the first things we are going to do with you is get your academics up. I've gotten your transcripts from Kadic Academy, and had a long conversation with your former principal.

Ulrich silently groaned.

"Mr. Delmas had very good things to say about you, other than your grades," the Commandant went on, "the one thing he noted however was you seemed to skip a lot of classes, particularly with your friends. Particularly with one lady friend."

Ulrich blushed.

Krieger smiled, "well, I know you won't be doing that here. And to make sure you catch up and get squared away, I'll personally be overseeing your studies. After normal classes each day, and Saturday and Sunday afternoons, you will report to my office. There, we will fill in the little details that you missed in your education."

Thus began Ulrich's new life at Ravensbrook. True to his word, the Commandant personally tutored Ulrich on all of the schoolwork he flunked out of, or barely passed, at Kadic. They would go non-stop in the afternoon, take a break for dinner, then work through the evening. At the end of each session, Ulrich was exhausted.

Ulrich sighed in his bunk and looked over at his roommate, Dexter.

Dexter Pennington reminded him a lot of Jeremie Belpois, except Jeremie was never as timid as Dexter was. Dexter was one of the 'spoiled rich kids' that the Commandant mentioned when Ulrich had his first meeting at the beginning of the summer. Specifically, he one of the 'weak' ones, the ones that were easy pickings for bullies.

Dexter was a freshman, and it was his first time away from home. He didn't talk to anyone; it was a week before he said even one word to Ulrich. But Ulrich was patient, and soon the boy opened up just a little.

Dexter was now asleep, after crying again. The boy didn't like it here, and missed his home. Every night he cried, releasing his fears and frustrations, if only for a moment.

Ulrich turned out his light, settled down and slept.


In his dreams, he lay in a field with her, looking at the sky.

"I miss you," she said to him as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"I miss you too," he replied, "how's school?"

"Hectic," she said, "everything's so strange here. So much so, sometimes, I even forget I have to speak English!"

He chuckled. "Have you made any friends, yet?"

"My roommate is a good possibility," she replied, "that is once I quit waking her up when I dream of you."

"Tell her to get earplugs, they work wonders." She giggled at that.

Suddenly, Yumi got a strange look on her face. "Ulrich, something's wrong on your end."

With that, she vanished.


Ulrich's eyes snapped open.

His room was seemingly filled with people, all of them wearing hoods over their heads. They were all gathered around Dexter's bed, and it sounded like a struggle was going on. Ulrich sat up and one of the figures turned to him.

"Go back to sleep, Stern, this doesn't concern you," he was told.

The gang was now leaving, with Dexter struggling in their grasp. They had gagged him so he couldn't be heard, but he was crying though it anyway. His eyes pleaded with Ulrich for help.

After they left, Ulrich counted to fifteen, then followed them. He heard them make their way to the locker room. He stood at the door, listening. There were sounds of another struggle, and then someone was punched. Ulrich heard the air rush out of who ever was hit. He quietly opened the door and went in.

One of the rows of lockers had the overhead lights on. Ulrich crept over and peered around the corner. At the other end, the group that had invaded his room were standing around, chanting. Dexter had been stripped naked and forced face down on the bench, hanging off the far end. Three boys were holding Dexter down, and holding his legs spread apart.

One of the boys, standing at the end of the bench directly behind Dexter said, "Master Ralph has chosen. Dexter Pennington will be his."

The boy held something in the air, a toilet plunger.

The other boys responded, "Dexter Pennington belongs to Master Ralph."

The first boy then said, "what shall it be then, rough or smooth?"

"Rough! Rough! Rough!" was the chant in reply.

The first boy responded, "then it shall be rough, truly rough."

The rest laughed as the first boy approached Dexter.

"Just what the hell do you think you're doing!" Ulrich hollered, stepping into their view.

The first boy looked up. "Stern, this is none of your affair. Just turn around and leave, and you won't get hurt."

"I'm not leaving without my roommate," Ulrich said flatly.

"So, maybe Master Ralph wasn't the first to pop the top off this can," the boy sneered, "you two got a submarine between you?"

"Submarine?"

"Yeah, something long, hard and full of semen." The rest of the gang laughed.

"No, nothing like that," Ulrich replied, "but even if we did, at least I've got one. I'm not the one that has to use a plunger to do my raping."

"Just for that, Stern," said the first boy, the leader, "you can meet Master Ralph too."

With that, the gang turned and advanced on Ulrich.

Ulrich leaped to meet them.


"Mr. Stern, would you care to explain why we are here this evening?" Commandant Krieger's voice was polite, but angry. He and Ulrich were standing in the locker room. The police had just escorted the last of the disciples of 'Master Ralph' out in restraints. Dexter had been taken to the Infirmary.

"Sir, these cadets broke into my room earlier this evening and took my roommate," Ulrich said, standing at attention, even though the injuries he received sent bolts of pain up and down him, "they removed him to the locker room, where they prepared to rape him with a toilet plunger. They were going on and on about 'Master Ralph' the whole time. I followed them, confronted them, and we got into a fight."

"And quite a fight it was, Mr. Stern," the Commandant replied, "you do realize that there were ten of them against you?"

"No Sir, I didn't. I was too busy at the time to take an inventory," the boy replied.

The Commandant laughed, "I'll just bet you were. Stern, the penalty for fighting with another cadet is expulsion. But, given the circumstances, I don't think we'll worry about that. And as for the others, the police have them in custody now. You may well be called upon to testify at their trial, so prepare yourself."

Yes, Sir," Ulrich replied, "if I may ask, do you know anything about this 'Master Ralph?'"

"Unfortunately I do," Krieger replied, "Master Ralph was the previous Commandant of this school, and probably the reason the school has the reputation it has in some circles."

"Ralph Kepler was an East German, a former member of their Secret Police. He had a penchant for cruelty and sodomy that was legendary, even there. Anyway, after East and West Germany were reunited, he came here as Commandant, where he left his own unique mark on the place. I've heard that he did much the same thing as you saw here tonight, but on a much larger scale. If he had been here instead of me, you and Mr. Pennington both would have had your horizons widened tonight. And if he hadn't been accused and convicted of Crimes Against Humanity, he would probably still be here. Ever since I've been in charge, I've hammered anyone I've caught involved in this kind of thing. I'm in your debt, Mr. Stern, for standing up to those bastards."

"Thanks. I learned how to do that a long time ago, Sir," Ulrich replied.