Chapter Seven: Reinstitution, Re-instigation
Freddie tramped down the main hallway to the Principal's office in his boxers. On his left was some dog, who knew his name. On his right his worst enemy; Red Dog.
"Release my dog," Griffin stepped up, and glared down Red Dog.
"By my bloodied teeth. He owes me a pint."
They snarled. Finally, Freddie was tossed at the feet of his leader.
Red Dog walked away. The Good Wolf struggled to his feet. His leader, Big Bad Wolf, helped him up.
"You are wanted."
Freddie nodded and headed inside. Kennedy's office was dark, but the student already knew his way around. The right wall had shackles, the left side tools for punishment.
Freddie sat, "Good Wolf reporting sir."
"To what do I own this fine honor of being called 'sir'? The way I understand it, you have completely thrown off your authority."
It was as bad as he thought it would be; power was everything here. Those who threw it off were the worst of the worst- and thus deserved death.
"I followed my leader, sir."
"Ah.. yes you did. He lead you to kill, and you did," a photo of Marissa Benson dropped in the boy's lap, "You were lead to take out a pesky FBI agent, and you... well..." He paused here, "Tell me about Carly Shay."
Freddie swallowed, "She is a female, seventeen years of age, more than 8 months my senior. Race; Anglo Saxon, Eyes; brown, Hair; brunette, height; 155 cm, weight; 75 kgs. national identity; northeastern American, language; English with some classes in Spanish. Non-threat."
Kennedy let out a laugh, 'Non-threat? Are you sure?"
Freddie swallowed hard, "She has no combat training, nor experience."
"That's not what I meant. I think she's going to bring this place down."
Freddie swallowed nervously, "Sir?"
Kennedy ignored him, "That's okay, though. What I meant was; tell me about her, personally."
Freddie shifted, but decided to tell the truth, "Uh… we've been friends for years. We had a web-show."
Kennedy held up a finger, "Not. What. I. Meant." All humor was gone from his voice, "Tell me how tight a lay she was."
Their jaws clenched.
"Sir… I…"
"Did she scream?"
Freddie swallowed.
"Tell me about that first time. How much pain did you inflict on her, in her?"
The boy bowed his head, "I… hurt her so bad. I remember…"
"Tell me."
….
"It felt so good. I was angry- finally, I found out who I was really angry at. It was not Home, nor was it this place, it was not you, sir, nor my leader. I was angry-no furious- with her."
Kennedy nodded, "Go on."
"I wanted her to hurt. I liked the way she squirmed and screamed under me. You can't know how soft she is. Sweet too, she's like cotton candy; I could just rip into her. Think about what it was like to rip her open- to have her bleed under me. It felt so good to be so powerful, to dominate inside her so completely. Carly is so soft, and when I touch her-"
"You are no longer so tough," The principal shook his head. This Freddie had to be changed until he was tougher, more dangerous. Yes, he obviously liked power, but he was still considerate of her. He still cared how she felt. Next time, he would be a monster. Maybe even kill her proper... "You are going to have to be tougher. After you spend your induction in the sweat box, you will report to the Playground where we will pound that lesson into you."
The Good Wolf nodded, standing.
Kennedy laughed, "I sent Griffin to her for a reason. Do not think that she is beyond my reach. If you ever, ever step out of line again, I will personally break her in all over again. My team will rape that bitch until she dies."
And he meant it.
A.N. Dun dun duuuuun... R and R, please. I'm sorry about the whole metric thing. I estimated.