The night was young and I filled with vigor, soothing notes of Beethoven blaring, through a top quality sound system. I in a heap on the bed swallowing after each note played. My little gang of impetus follows awaiting me downstairs. We were sure to cause a ruckus. Me as the leader and king, I would go about using this world as my footstool. Taking everything and to hell with rest. Alex tap dances to his feet reaching for a hat that isn't there. He dances to the mirror and pretends to put it on then looks back and forth to his hand then back to his own reflection.
"We'll have none of that then." He says to the hand after jerking it back and forth.
He clicks both heels and spins the combination lock on the door letting himself out. He takes the stairs with rhythm going step, step pause. Alex pounces off the last step crunching a magazine laying a couple steps away. The gang, horse plays in rubbish, broken chairs, busted tables, and torn magazines. It was so natural for them to jump to attention when Alex comes into view. Dim grins, Alex with the air of authority taps Dim on the chin with the tip of his truncheon.
"For tonight's endeavors to the Korova straight away!" He says.
The droogs holler and kick some of the broken remains of furniture on their way out. Gathering in the Korova Milk Bar the bruits get their fill.
"Evening Erica." Says Dim as always pressing the nipple button filling his glass.
High on the drink, in a dazed state, Alex's focal point is nothing more than the air in the room. The effects of the drink sent him into a side winding vision of extreme violence. The visions his mind could conjure up after a few drinks at the milk bar was astonishing. It really had the potential to unlock his inner genius. He was smiling aloud, his group along with him in a stupor. His was in a dream of peace by destruction his mind was a puppet of mayhem. It was all as beautiful as a picture.
"Hear about that gang of gooseberry puddin's on our Harry?" Asks Georgie.
"Yeah..hehe. I ponder it was made up." Says Dim
"Gooseberry Puddin's? A fooling no doubt ole Billy was lying though his 'ollie reath, or perhaps too much Lilly the Pink." Says Alex.
"Hear they've taken out some about town." Says Pete.
"Nonsense." Insists Alex.
"No one seen em for sure." Says Dim
Alex strikes Dim in the Albert Halls for continuing to talk.
"What's all this then?" asks Dim on the brink of pain from the blow.
"Brother, your pain gives me great woe." Says Alex.
The clan was more than familiar with Alex's sarcasm. It was safest for all of them to brush it off, ignore it all together.
"I don't know what I be saying." Says Dim quickly.
"Right you are." States Alex.
Alex points his truncheon to the door. Everyone nods and follows Alex out. There was no need for words this night. They needed only to surrender to him in silent obedience. Alex enjoyed it this way sometimes.
There was still the issue of a missing link, my hat that is, it must still be in the possession of the gooseberry puddin at the market. From where did I know her, where did she work? I had seen her before no doubt.
Isabella pushes a cart covered with books. The one squeaky wheel on the cart threatens to give up. Isabella slows down and thrashes her head around. No one is there to see her or assist if the cart wheel were to go flying off. It was almost closing time at the public library. Ms. Pender had taken her leave for two weeks leaving Isabella to work alone and close every night. Isabella had just managed to get the nerdy kid Aaron to stop hanging around on nights like these. The kid had bad acne and was trying to serenade her when she asked him to leave. Isabella makes it to the bookshelf she was headed to without any mishaps. She starts stacking books back on the shelf with speed. It was already a quarter until ten and she wanted to get out of there. Footsteps approach from the lobby. Isabella stops, holding a big dictionary in midair.
Her tiny hand isn't strong enough to keep her grip. The book crashes to the floor opening itself from the impact of the fall. Isabella has no idea why she is afraid, the unknown visitor is probably just nerdy Aaron back to bug her. She peeks around the shelf and there is no one there. No one in the lobby, and no one seated at any of the reading tables. Her ears must have been playing tricks on her. A hot pointed object sticks her shoulder from the side. When Isabella gets her head turned in the other direction it must be too fast because Aaron grabs his chest like he's having a heart attack. He steps back from Isabella with fear painted on his face.
"Why did you poke me? You scared the crap out of me Aaron!" shouts Isabella.
"I scared you did I? You nearly killed me." He says.
"I thought I told you never to come back here." Says Isabella
She pushes the empty cart forward almost knocking into Aaron.
"I need to check something out." Says Aaron.
"I bet you do!" says Isabella shaking her head.
"Everything isn't about you Isabella!" yells Aaron.
The corner of Isabella's cart gets caught on the leg of one of the chairs at the reading table.
"I don't wanna hear it Aaron just get lost! We both know what your really here for!"
Isabella tries to force the cart but it won't move and Aaron is right behind her now.
"Naughty, naughty!" a voice cuts in.
Aaron and Isabella both look up at the same time. The invincible Alex and his troops are standing facing them from the lobby.
"You." Says Isabella stunned to hell.
