Hey, I wanted to apologize for making this so short, but I felt I was a bit overdue for updating this story, so I'll work on the 7th chapter real soon, alright? Thanks! :D Happy readings!

Chapter 6

There was me, that is Alex, and my pretty droog. That'd be Riley, of course, and we were standing in the elevator of my apartment in complete and utter silence. I can't tell if it's because Riley is poogly of me performing a tomtick of the ol' Ultra-violence on her again, or if she's so confused and shilarnied of my outward expression because of the gazetta that's in my plastic grocery bag, O my brothers. I couldn't even viddy her in the glazzies anymore, for my rassodock is currently being like filled with like so many different messels, you viddy. Messels about the loveted hoodlum, messels about what to do about it, messels about how this is all affecting Your Humble Narrator personally… I can tell by the corner of my glazz, that Riley is smotting at me in bolshy shilarny in the corner of her dark dark dark glazzies.

Of course, silence never lasts forever.

"Alex…" I slooshy Riley quietly govoreeting, "Is everything okay?"

I dare not answer her back, O my bratties. The anger inside of me is like that of a dragon; one should never mess with it too much or else it'll breathe a stream of flames all over you. I am almost poogly that if I were to open my rot to govoreet, the anger will burst throughout my gulliver and every single cell of my plott, ookadeet me no choice but to put Riley in an early grave, O my brothers. And so, with that in rassoodock, I stand there without answering her. It's the only way to chasso her.

Luckily, Riley is oomny, and she only expresses her disappointment with a malenky sigh, ookadeet Your Humble Narrator on my oddy knocky once more.

We stand there for a while longer before I can slooshy that satisfying ringringringing shoom, and the elevator doors like peel open once more. I gooly ahead of Riley to gooly into the hallway, these hallways with like brand new paint on the shest. The landlord of this apartment decided to get off his fat sweaty stinking sharries to renovate the mesto, and I must govoreet, he did a real dobby rabbit so far. Everything seem to sparkling clean and new now, and for the first raz, I can proudly eemya this mesto my domy.

I pull out the klootches to my mesto, and fumble with like the lock, the anger inside of me slowly fading away thankfully. Riley viddies up at Your Humble Narrator before govoreeting in that lovely lovely lovely English accent-laced goloss.

"I thought your parents didn't want you back home early?"

I shake my gulliver mildly before turning to Riley with like a smirk, "I lied."

She smots at Your Humble Narrator with like both contempt and confusion, and I couldn't help but guff at her a malenky. I open the door and invite both of us in.

"Em, we're homey-homey-home!" I boldly announce, closing and locking the door behind us. Riley goolies on ahead of me into the eat-in kitchen, and places the grocery bags on the counter table. Em comes up behind the malenky brunette before giving her a hug, Riley's gulliver leaning towards hers and mestoes her rook on em's rook affectionately so. I come into the scene before I could viddy gloopy pee coming in, his expression towards Your Humble Narrator a mixture of caution and disappointment, O my brothers. I stick my yahzick out at him, and he grunts before helping em mesto the new groceries away.

I place the dva of my own grocery bags, and I open odin up to get the gazetta out. I had to do this real skorry before the rest of the family notice me, and I can't let that sloochat.

"Oh, you brought the cake mix!" Em coos, studying the back of the cake mixture box with like her glazzies squinting at the slovos and everything, "I can help you if you like. It'll be the perfect dessert for tonight!"

"Do you happen to get the cake frosting as well?" Pee inquires, and Riley's glazzies widen at the cabinet in front of her. She turns to pee and appears suddenly awkward.

"Oh, I forgot about that!" Riley govoreet, her mildly chubby cheeks reddening. Pee could only chuckle a tomtick, and I glare at him. Luckily for him, though, he didn't lovet this.

"It's quite alright, I was about to step outside to get all of us some more tea anyway. We realized we ran out. I'll just go to this corner store and get some along with the frosting very quickly, alright?" Pee reassures Little Riley, rubbing both of her pletchoes with a fatherly smile. Riley smiles at him in return, nodding her gulliver.

I can't believe this. Pee is treating Riley as if she's his own daughter. All sladky and cal… I am not that baddiwad of a son!

But enough of that; I had to itty back to my room with like the gazetta. I reach into the bag and skorry get it, before turning around and gooly away from the kitchen and into the hallway once more before I slip into my dark, cool room, O my brothers.

I can almost feel Riley's dark glazzies burning a yahma right into my back just before I did, just like a burning cancer.

"You poor, poor, poor malenky fucker."

I run my finger over the printed litso that is that of the loveted hoodlum, the feel of the gazetta material real nice and smooth, my brothers and only friends. His wide aquamarine glazzies stares at me back, as if wanting to reply back to me, and I shake my gulliver gloomily so before turning my glazzies to the paragraph next to the photograph of the hoodlum…

'Fifteen year old Casey Chase has recently been caught by the state's police, after committing a horrendous string of crimes of petty theft, abusing homeless men and women on the street, and even th unthinkable- Raping a twelve year old girl, whose name won't be printed for legal protection and privacy.'

I smirk. He's just like Your Humble Narrator, and it ookadeeties a nice warm feeling in me guttiwuts. I have a feeling that if I were to meet this Casey malchick, that we'll get along quite beautifully. I avert my gaze downward to continue on reading...

'Because of his dangerous nature, the state government of Yorkshire's superior judge have decided to place this reckless youth into a specialized program that used to be placed on another infamous hoodlum five years ago. You may have heard of such a criminal… His name was Alexander DeLarge.'

I guff out loud, O my brothers. Never the less, I press on reading some more…

'The specialized program, named "The Ludovico Treatment Part 2", or as Dr. Branom jokes, "Ludovico Treatment Second Movement," she chuckles, "Since it so very much remind us all of our last testing lab rat Mr. DeLarge. The first one was a complete failure, but we have a very good feeling about this new and improved program. We can only hope that this treatment can leave Casey Chase leaving just enough fear and sickness in his stomach, without so much that he cannot defend himself. Here's to a brighter future!' Dr. Brodsky is also anxiously awaiting to start to treatment as well, after his embarrassing publicity of the failure of his last program, and he can only hope that this one will pull through successfully."

"Argh!" I rasped out gromky, brosaying the gazettas angrily on my floor, before tolchocking my gulliver against my podooshka with like an irritated sigh. So it's Dr. Branom and her ugly droog Brodsky doing the new Ludovico Treatment on Casey… I should have known better. My gulliver is swimming in a fury of a thousand messels, O my bratties, and I skvat my voloss angrily, remembering the way the treatment has ookadetted Your Humble Narrator feeling after it was complete… The burning churning of my brooko when slooshing to lovely lovely lovely Ludwig Van, the feeling of wanting to bolnoy everywhere, the feeling of gloom and impending death… No way am I letting them do this to Casey, O my brothers. Casey is almost that of coming from my limbs, having the same appearance and behavior as me, and it ookadeeties me feeling of wanting to chasso him as if he were my son and not just a stranger…

"Alex?"

I lay there, motionless, my heart starting to beat out of my chest, "… Yes, who is it?"

"It's me, Riley… May I come in?" I can slooshy the brunette's goloss almost silenced by my heavy door between she and I.

I shut my glazzies painfully, but never the less, I eemyaed out, "Yes, please, come on in my malenky sister!"

I wait, O my brothers, for a few seconds before I can slooshy my door knob turning and the creeching of the door once it opens…