Hi everyone! Again, I'm sorry for the delay in updating this story; a lot of stuff has been going on lately and I haven't had much time to really sit down and write. But now I've got some time update this ol' story of mine for your reading pleasure. :D I apologize for this being kind of a short chapter. But, I promise next chapter will be longer! Thanks to everyone who has reviewed and favorite this story; it makes me feel all fuzzy inside. ^^ Enjoy this latest installment and, as always, read at your own risk.


Cold. Remorseless. Empty. These were all words that came to Detective Benjamin Adams' mind when looking into the soulless eyes of Jimmy Hopkins. The way Jimmy described the murder of his ex-girlfriend reminded the detective much of the fucked-up serial killers he'd interviewed throughout his career. How can someone, let alone a child, be this detached when confessing to such a horrible crime? Ben had been interrogating this boy for much longer than he really wanted to and, if the unsettling churning of his innards was any indicator of how he was feeling, he hoped to be done fairly soon.

What made things worse was the explosive guilt pulsating in his stomach. Jimmy was right; nobody even bothered to run any tests on the girl. Detective Adams was at the scene-this was HIS case! The old hobo was shocked to find her body, but he didn't completely deny committing the crime. The old man assumed that either his drunken state got him in this mess or aliens were responsible. Yeah, aliens.

Ben had no reason to question what had transpired-no one did! The chief even sent Ben to break the news to the girl's parents. He still remembered Mrs. Ng's reaction when she learned of her daughter's demise. The piercing scream, the older Asian woman dropping to her knees and sobbing uncontrollably against her palms. Abby had the same reaction when their own daughter passed away.

Trying to not let his guilt get the better of him, Ben kept a stoic expression and pressed onward. He had to remain at least somewhat professional. "So you beat Angie to a bloody pulp, raped her corpse, and then planted her body on the old drunk living on campus?" Jimmy slowly nodded, slightly leaning back in his seat. A moment of silence opened itself up, allowing Ben time to think and rethink Jimmy's story thus far. While he already assumed Angie Ng wasn't Jimmy's only victim, Ben quickly gathered that there were bits Jimmy had left out. Things seemed far too...stable.

"Surely excessive cheating wasn't the only thing going down in this relationship." Jimmy cocked his head to the side, still maintaining a flat demeanor. Ben cleared his throat. "I mean, you defeated a giant-ass bully after being betrayed by Gary. I'd like to think bangin' half the school wasn't the only thing you were doing."

The teenager narrowed his eyes at the detective and folded his arms. "No, that's not all I did." The boy suddenly stood up from his chair and began casually pacing around the room. "After I beat up Russell, he sort of decided that we would be good friends. I guess it was kind of a 'Warrior's Tribute' or some bullshit like that; respecting only those who can best you in combat."

Jimmy gave a hollow chuckle. "I got squealed on to Crabblesnitch about fighting Russell. Apparently Gary's lips are skilled at more than just creating brilliant ideas and sucking cock. They also are good at flapping quickly enough to the principal about a fight that literally only happened a day prior." Jimmy stopped for a moment to looked over at Ben. Ben nodded, assuring Jimmy that he was listening.

"I know what you're thinking Detective. You're thinking Gary was an asshole for starting shit behind my back, telling people things about me that may or may not have been true. And you know what? You're right. You're absolutely right. But guess what; I still love him. So only I can say what he is, do you understand me?" Fighting back the urge to respond with a sarcastic "Gee, I didn't know", Ben just nodded his head. "Good. So now that we have an understanding, I'll fill in some of the missing spaces for you."

Jimmy stopped pacing and reclaimed his seat. "Not long after Russell and I called a truce, Gary began flapping his gums to the spoiled rich kids. Funny that he chose them as his next target considering that they enlisted MY help in getting revenge on Mr. Hattrick and not his." Ben shifted in his seat. "Why did they want revenge on this Hattrick guy?"

"Hattrick had been trying to get the English teacher, Mr. Galloway, fired for some time. You see...Galloway was slobbering drunk. He drank on the job constantly, but we didn't care. Hattrick was really the only one that did." Jimmy leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms again. "Hattrick had skeletons of his own; stuff that could get him fired. So he used Galloway as a scapegoat for Crabblesnitch's scrutiny. The preppies didn't like him nosing in other people's business." Suddenly, a slight frown came onto the boy's otherwise dulled face. "So they wanted me to egg his house, but before I could do it, Gary started saying shit about me and they decided to make ME their target instead of Hattrick."

The detective leaned forward, showing the boy that he was interested in his story. "So what happened then?" Jimmy sighed and, once again, left his seat to pace around the room. Ben could tell this was going to be a common thing during this interrogation.

"What else could I do? I vowed to get revenge on those spineless idiots. I did everything I could to let them know I wasn't some pushover. I beat them up, egged their houses, killed Derby Harrington's plant, stole his woman, defeated their boxing champion, and fucked Derby in front of all his friends." Ben cleared his throat as a swift means of getting the boy's permission to speak. "Wait a sec, Derby Harrington? He's one of your victims?" Jimmy glared his bitty eyes at the detective. "I didn't kill him, if that's what you're wondering. Angie has the honor of being the first Bullworth student I ever killed. As for raping him, yes. I did do that."

Ben's palms began to sweat. The Harrington's were lifelong donors to the Bullworth law enforcement budget. It was because of them that his squad was able to ditch their old equipment and have new, state-of-the-art tasers, cars, and guns at the ready. With the Harrington's help, they were also able to expand the station, allowing room for more criminals. Needless to say, the idea that their son was brutally attacked by The Bullworth Rapist and the police never did anything about it-the potential of losing their funding made Detective Adams feel sick.

"Why didn't Derby ever notify the police of this? We never received any kind of report stating Derby Harrington was sexually assaulted." The teenager smirked and stepped toward the veteran detective. He placed his palms on the table and leaned forward. "That's because I was their new boss."

"New boss. New boss. What do you mean by that, Jimmy?" Jimmy gave a wicked grin; he was going to explain this all in grave detail and Ben knew it.