Here I am with another new chapter. Wow, I'm good at this. So, this is where the boys face Rudy head on, so we get a bit of a showdown. Who will win? And will Bill avenge Russell? And will Rudy realize something? You'll have to read and find out. Enjoy!

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Chapter 5: The Boys vs Rudy

The next morning, Bill and Russell's parents weren't surprised to see the older boy sleeping next to his brother. They figured this would happen as they knew Russell expressed fear of sleeping alone.

But they didn't know the true reason Bill was in Russell's room in the first place.

After the terrifying nightmare he had, Bill felt that he couldn't leave Russell's side right now. Not until Rudy stops being a psycho at least. He wasn't keen about leaving to hang out with the rest of the gang while Russell stayed home, but his mother assured him that she would be home all day to take care of him, so that was reassuring.

Bill walked to the junkyard, with his trashcan lid shield and baseball bat in tow. There was still a chance of Rudy potential attacking them, so he made sure to be prepared.

Once he arrived at his destination, he could see that the others were just as prepared. They had made a fort from trash, and Bill joined them.

"Hey, hey, hey..." Albert greeted, "Is Russell feeling better today?"

"He is..." Bill replied, "He didn't want to sleep alone, so I slept with him."

The other boys couldn't help but chuckle a little, to which he glared at them, "What's so funny? Can you blame him for not wanting to be alone? After what Rudy did to him, he's scared stiff. He really thinks Rudy's gonna come and kill him."

"But he is..." Donald spoke up.

"We understand, Bill." Albert said with a smile, "It's good that Russell has his brother to look up to. To protect him. And we still have to figure out what to do about Rudy."

The others nodded. With that, they sat in silence... watching and waiting for whatever attack Rudy had planned for them. They didn't know when or if he was going to attack, but at least they were prepared.

Albert looked around. To be honest, he didn't know if doing all of this would help, but hopefully, they could apprehend Rudy and talk some sense into him to not hurt Russell again.

"If Rudy plans on getting us, he sure is taking a long time to do it..." Harold commented.

"He'sb takingb foreverb..." Mushmouth added.

"Isn't that a good thing?" Bucky asked.

"Let's not let our guard down yet." Albert told him, "There's still a possible chance..."

Bill nodded, "Yeah. You know Rudy when he sets out to do something, he won't stop 'til it's done..."

This was right before he saw a shadow behind him. The Cosby boy turned around and held up his shield, blocking what would have been a harsh blow to his head by a shovel.

The owner of the shovel growled. Rudy lifted it again preparing to strike. The other boys immediately jumped into action to apprehend the rich boy, but he was too quick, and dodged all of them, then proceeded to strike them down one by one. He hit Harold in the legs, knocking him down, bashed Mushmouth in the face, struck Bucky in the back, and smashed Donald in the head.

Bill was shocked to see this, and as Rudy prepared to strike him, Albert quickly moved to take the shovel away, "Cool it, Rudy. You can't be hurting every one like that."

But again, Rudy was quick, as he elbowed Albert in his big round belly, sending him to the ground.

"You losers deserve what you get for siding with that little shrimp..." Rudy sneered, "But unfortunately for you, this is only the beginning..." He turned a death glare on Bill, who stood up and held up his bat, shaking slightly.

"Please, Rudy... have mercy..." Bill said carefully.

"I don't take mercy on those who wrong me..." Rudy growled.

This was turning out just like his dream. Bill tried not to think about that as Rudy charged at him, swinging his shovel like a mad man. Bill was able to block most of the blows, before Rudy was able to lay a blow to his left arm, sending him to the ground.

"You all are pathetic..." Rudy sneered, "I get insulted 24/7, nobody cares. But when that runt gets hurt, it's suddenly a big deal."

"Of course it's a big deal..." Bill shot back, "Russell almost died because of YOU! Now he's scared to be alone because he thinks you're gonna kill him!"

The rich boy then gave a twisted smile, "Then he's right. Because when I'm done with him, he'll think twice before he ever says that I'm 'no class' ever again..."

"R-Rudy... you're going about this all wrong..." Albert said, holding his stomach, "You overreacted. Listen, I know Russell can annoy you at times, but maybe you two can get along better..."

Rudy turned his sinister look onto the large boy, "Are you kidding?! After what that brat said to me, I'd rather jump off a bridge than even consider being friends with him! I gave him what he deserved, but I'm not done!"

He gripped his shovel, seemingly preparing to strike again. But before he could land a swing on any of the boys, he fell over from a blow to his back. The teen growled as he whipped around to see Bill holding his bat again.

"That's for what you did to my brother..." The Cosby boy said, plain and simple.

"Oh, that tears it! YOU'RE DEAD MEAT!" Rudy roared, charging with the shovel again. Bill once again began to dodge the blows, but they came in faster and harder than before, so it was much more difficult this time around.

"Wow, you remind me of a school on fire."

"School on fire?!"

"No class!"

Saying those two words may not have been Bill's best choice, as it suddenly sent Rudy into an uncontrollable rage. Before he knew it, the shovel struck his face, sending him to the ground. It was then and there Rudy began pounding Bill with the shovel over and over. Albert gasped with shock as he ran over to try and restrain the rich boy.

The others, having recovered from being attacked by the shovel, followed suit. Together, much like with what happened to Russell, they did all they could and eventually pulled Rudy away, along with separating him from the shovel.

As for Bill, he was shaking and groaning in pain. He held his left arm as blood seeped through his shirt. Blood dripped from his nose, and other bruises and cuts on his face. His right ankle seemed to be twisted in an odd angle.

Just like before, Albert restrained Rudy, who was struggling to escape, "Let me go! I'm not done with him!"

"I think you are, Rudy..." Albert replied, "Just cool it..."

Soon, Rudy did calm down, and Albert set him down. The rich boy glared at everyone, "Don't any of you dare call me out on this! You had this coming! I told you that I was gonna get you! And unfortunately again... it's still not over for you all..." With that, Rudy stormed away, giving Bill a death glare as he did.

"Hey, hey, hey. You okay?" Albert asked in concern.

Bill struggled to sit up, "I think my ankle and arm are broken... I need a doctor..."

Almost immediately, Albert sent Bucky and Mushmouth to phone 911, while the rest tended to Bill. He had a deep gash in his arm and plenty of bruises and cuts on his face. Donald found a scarf and used it to cover up the gash. Harold began to dab at the cuts with a small tissue he had.

As for Albert, he realized that this issue was becoming more and more serious. If it didn't stop soon, Rudy might actually end up killing one or all of them if given the chance

"I gotta set this straight. We're all supposed to be friends... and seems like we're falling apart."

Soon enough, an ambulance came for Bill. The boys didn't have it in their hearts to lie about what happened, especially to the Cosby's. This time, there was a more serious conversation on whether not Rudy should be charged with assault...

When Rudy's mother was informed that her son once again attacked one of his friends, she was reduced to tears. She just didn't know why her boy was acting the way he was. Mrs. Cosby had suggested to her that Rudy attend an anger management class, and she agreed that it was a good idea.

Right now, Rudy was in his room, while she was in the kitchen, finishing up on her baking. After that, she walked to his room and knocked on the door, "Rudy... I've made your favorite dessert... Pineapple apricot, double fudge with a cherry in the middle upside down cheesecake, topped with whipped cream on the side and the bottom..."

"I'm not hungry..." Came the irritated reply.

This caught Mrs. Davis off guard. Never had Rudy ever rejected his favorite dessert. Ever. Now she knew that something was wrong, "Sweetheart... can I come in? I was hoping we could talk..."

Rudy didn't answer for about ten seconds... but soon came a reply, "I guess..."

With that, she opened the door and entered the room. Her son was lying down on his bed, his back turned to his mother, arms crossed and his hat covering his eyes. Mrs. Davis walked over and sat on the bed next to him, "Rudy... can we talk about what's been happening lately...?"

"I'd rather not, Mom..." He grumbled.

"Oh, but it's serious, dear. I understand that you have a problem with people telling you something you don't want to hear. But the way you've been reacting to it... it doesn't do any good. You've sent both the Cosby boys to the hospital, all because they were teasing you."

Rudy did not want to be reminded of that, as he sat up and faced his mother, "They're always saying stuff about me! They're always telling me that I have 'no class'... I know I can be a jerk at times, but I'm not a bad person, yet they all act like I'm some type of monster. I have my moments of humanity."

His mother nodded, "I see... well, we all have friends who tend to have reasons for how they treat each other. Like you said, you can be mean at times, which I know I raised you better than that, so there is a reason your friends might say these things about you. What they say might be hurtful, but it can also be a wake-up call to those who feel superior..."

Rudy took a moment to let what his mother said sink in. Somehow... she seemed to have a point. Of all the times he acted high and mighty to the others, acting like he was superior to the rest, better than the rest, greater than the rest. Always bragging about the newest thing he got. He tried to see it from the others' perspectives. They didn't have it all like he did. They weren't poor by any means, but they didn't have the wealthiest of families... like he did.

Maybe Russell had a point...

... Maybe he didn't have class at all...

... But what if he proved that he had class...?

Thinking about all of this, Rudy turned to his mother with a sad look, "Oh, Mom... I think you're right... I almost killed two people because... I have no class! They're right! They're right! I'm just NC! No class! And I completely let my anger get the best of me! Oh, Momma! I'm so sorry!"

Mrs. Davis took her son into her arms, and rubbed his back, "I know you are, baby. But I think there's something else who'd love to hear you say you're sorry..."

"Russell... and Bill?"

"That's right..."

"Yeah... I'll apologize... and I'll make sure that they'll see that I can most definitely have class!"

"I certainly hope so, dear..."

"... Mom?"

"Yes, Rudy...?"

"I think I'm ready for my dessert now."

Mrs. Davis smiled. She continued to hug her child... unaware of the wicked smirk he was wearing...

Just when it seems that Rudy's finally realized that he screwed up, turns out he was just putting on a show for his mom, and is planning something even worse for the other boys. Originally, I WAS planning to have Rudy see the error of his ways here, but I felt that might be TOO early for that. Next chapter, Fat Albert's plan will be put into action to get both Rudy and Russell to get along. That is if Rudy himself doesn't ruin it. I'll see you guys later. And as always, don't forget to review, please. Thank you!