A/N I am already trying to update a couple of things here and there. There will be this chapter and the next until maybe Sunday night or Monday morning. I also am going to update My other story involving Slender and I might be able to post a couple there as well. I might try uploading the beginning of my Tekken Fiction, but I will be away for the weekend in Pensacola on vacation! So I won't have a computer to update from either unfortunately so I leave you with this chapter! Also check out the Slender story!
Chapter 5: New girl in distress
I woke up to a bright room and was surprised Ian and Anthony were still in bed. I checked the calendar on my phone and saw that it was Saturday and I wondered why I would wake up early. Either way I wanted to go for a little walk around the school maybe even around town. I put my money in a wallet and shoved it into my pocket and had my phone and headphones. I put on whatever the hell I felt like listening to, which was probably a soundtrack from a movie, or maybe a little dubstep. I was always into weird music and obviously nobody could judge me for it. I walked around the perimeter of the school checking things out, occasionally saying my greetings to the greasers, jocks, or the preps. I may have also talked to the nerds in a funny medieval way since I was into a lot of things. I was a lot like most of the cliques around here, I realized I had the strength of a jock, had plenty of money like a prep, I loved greaser culture and leather jackets, and I even liked playing video games or any other stuff along those lines like a nerd. Truth is I felt like I was unique in some way.
I felt like a bully anytime people became afraid of me, and I even like the way the townies dressed. I wish I could fit into skinny jeans, and not destroy my foot in cowboy boots. Truly I also loved hanging out with the townies too, they heard about my confrontation with James, and they decided to hang with me once they knew I was cool. They also loved how I stood up for Zoe. Once I got tired of hanging around the school I decided to look around town for a little bit. I went over to the AB outlet to take the information Derby gave to me to buy one of their clothes. I went in as the bell chimed above my head and I saw a man at the counter look up and back down. "Worn in clothing is further down." He said.
"Buddy I have plenty of money to find something good." I told him and he looked back up. "Sarcasm is strictly prohibited, and so is your out of style clothing." He smirked. Just then I noticed Gord and Pinky over at the dressing room and they looked over. Gord had a wide smile on his face at the sight of me. "Excuse me. He is with me my good man." Gord said. "I have been expecting him." He explained again to the cashier. The cashier undoubtedly adored Gord in some way or form, I assumed he was a loyal customer. "My apologies." The cashier said to Gord as he waved me in. Gord walked over to me and just then Pinky took sight. "Sorry friend. Now it is quite a surprise to see you shopping here! I never knew you were into this line." He said surprised at my appearance.
"Derby said I could visit the house if I get the right clothes. I've got some money too." I said to him as I showed him the money. "So you are rich!" He almost yelled. "You could say that." I half agreed. He dragged me over to a box that looked fairly new and I assumed it was the new line. He cut the box open and I soon realized Pinky was staring at me. I turned to look at her since I noticed her in the mirror and she looked up to my face. She seemed confused. I don't think I could look at her without thinking of what possibly could have happened to her.
"Are you okay?" I asked actually concerned. She looked up at me and tilted her head like I just asked her a question in Chinese. She looked slightly Asian so maybe she didn't know English. "What?" She asked now out of her confusion. "I said are you okay?" I asked again. "Yes. Why?" She said a little too quickly. "You just look a little scared. That's all." At that statement Gord got up from what he was doing and came over looking her over. "Are you sure you're alright Pinky?" Gord asked. She got up from her spot. "I'm fine Gord. I was just thinking." She said angered. Gord scoffed at the possible idea of Pinky actually thinking. He turned to look over the line of clothing. I walked over to her.
"I know what happened to you. Derby told me. Is that what you're thinking about?" I asked as she breathed out slowly. "I try not to. It just keeps haunting me. I have to go I wish we could talk more but I have an appointment with my stylist. Bye Gord." She said trying to cheer herself up more. He waved as she walked out of the store. "She's a bit sensitive on the subject, and no she doesn't have an appointment, her schedule is as clear as a sunny day." I nodded at Gord who finally pulled what he must have been looking for. "This is the brand new line from the newly merged companies. Beautiful isn't it?" He asked. "I don't really wear clothes to get a compliment of beauty. I could say that it looks badass though. The fiery blood red over a dark blue and black is pretty awesome." I stated admiring something that didn't make you look like the Caribbean.
"What?" He asked somewhat astonished. "You don't see that? It's like a blood red fire stretching over the dark blue and black argyle." I said. "He is right Gord; it is our new line of the Magma Ocean collection. The most expensive line we have ever produced." The cashier stated proudly. "I guess you will be the first person to try it, since I don't see my size in here." Gord stated sadly. I decided to take the shirt into the dressing room and when I came out Gord looked with astonishment. "Holy mother of God! It's like the rich version of a punk style!" Gord almost yelled. "How much is it?" I asked the cashier already satisfied with how badass it really did look despite the combination. The fire was stretched over an ocean canvas with a deep blue and black combination.
"That will be about… 337.63" The cashier said. "Well damn. That is expensive." I said under my breath. "That is because you get a full weeks wardrobe worth of the shirts, plus shipping and handling, and I assume you also are a student at the academy?" The cashier said. All I could do was nod and he punched in the address and told me it would all be delivered to my room soon. I walked out with Gord by my side and I still wore the Magma Ocean shirt. "Unbelievable! You got the entire wardrobe worth!" Gord yelled in amazement. "I don't even remember agreeing to that. All I wanted was the shirt not the entire set." I stated honestly. "You don't understand do you? When you buy anything from them, you end up getting an entire wardrobe of them, not just the one you bought!" He explained genuinely excited about this since he knew he would flaunt the collection by using me.
"Fun. Now I'm going to get robbed." I said in amusement to his possible reaction. "You can easily sue whoever does it. You seem to have enough money to buy the judge, jury, and executioner!" He said in a light mocking tone. Soon I heard sounds of New Coventry sirens ringing around us and I realized we were probably in the wrong territory. Technically Gord is, but I kept my sights locked around us. "How did we end up here so quickly?" Gord asked. "Time flies when you're genuinely worried." I said honestly. He looked at me with his eyebrow lifted up and he studied me. "What can you possibly be worried about? Look around at all the grease balls; they've noticed you. However are they going to worry about you? They are afraid of you, and so is nearly everybody else."
He said. "Why would they be afraid of me? I wasn't the killer!" I almost yelled, as he looked at me very concerned now. "Are you a little confused? Everybody knows you and Hopkins became the greatest of friends despite his vegetable state. Nobody thinks you killed him; they just think you are full of more rage than anybody. You battered Hopkins with an iron fist, and you had no true reason to do it. People are afraid because they think you are the next generation of fighter. Nobody has ever bled more than Hopkins did when you faced him that day. People don't want to see their blood, teeth, or otherwise flying in front of their face as it is torn by your fists, James was getting something like that sooner or later, but seeing all of that flesh torn from his skin…" He tried finishing but we heard screams from the distance. "Was that a woman or a small child?" Gord asked unsure. I tried to run to where the yelling was and finally found someone being pushed around by a group of thugs I haven't seen before.
"Son of a bitch…" I said to myself. I knew whom these guys were before I came to Bullworth, but I never realized they would actually roll through town. Soon it looked like the toying around was over and they finally started forcing the person to the ground. They tried defending themselves with pepper spray and could only walk two paces before being brought back down. I had enough and I ran toward the group with a brutish amount of force. I could hear Gord yelling to me but I ignored him and continued running. I soon saw the person was a girl but I couldn't recognize it since this was the darkest alley in all of Bullworth. There was two large men, three average sized men, and one small girl that was the one being pushed. I ran over and connected my fist with the side of one of the larger ones faces and they fell, I then proceeded to kick one of the average men and he fell into the wall hard and hit his head.
The other two average sized guys tried coming at me from both sides but soon Gord and two greasers actually worked together to help me in the fight. Then I could focus back on the largest man along with the other who had gotten back up. I connected fists with the larger man's face and he could immediately feel pain in his eye as he stumbled to another part of the alley clenching the flesh surrounding his eye. The other large man hit me in the stomach causing me to bend over in pain; I had clearly underestimated the power he had. Soon I regained strength and kicked him hard in his knee causing it to lock hard in place and I kicked the back of his other knee causing him to fall writhing in pain. I realized there large man I hit in the eye was bleeding profusely and he flicked out a knife from his pocket.
"Fuck I knew this was going to happen." I prepared myself for whatever was coming and I soon heard a familiar voice call from the other end of the alley. "Stop! Boys' come on back here." The voice rang in my head since the day I first met him so many years ago. I looked at the large man who had the knife as he put it back in his pocket passing by me with a large grin on his face revealing his rotting teeth. The other large man regained what was left of him and stumbled over to the man and the other three medium men walked over clearly unhurt by the fight. The girl soon got up and I offered a hand and she took it. "You alright?" I asked. All she could do was nod since this was clearly something she never experienced. I looked over to the man that called his men's attention.
It was the man that everyone called "Phantom". Nobody at Bullworth knows who he is but me. Of all the places we could have met after years of not calling, or even sending a greeting card. Bullworth had to be the place this dangerous empire of a gang had to roll in on. I could see the Phantom and his signature smile that struck fear into the hearts of those that knew him, it only meant one thing was coming: Death. This time it wasn't heart gripping like his usual smirks, grins, or otherwise usually was. This time it definitely meant something more than just someone being killed. This smile I came to recognize was one of familiarity with an old friend, and he knew exactly whom I was. "Anubis. It has been a long time my old friend. These are the new boys I have put in place of you. They have been under my wing since I saw you stage your death so well. I cannot believe they call me the Phantom, they should be handing that name to you. Everybody truly thought you had died, and you managed to fool everyone but me." He said chuckling maniacally.
"What do you want? Why are you here?" I asked trying to hide the girl behind me. "Why do you care? I honestly thought you would be quite happy to see me. Especially knowing these men I thought were better than you at fighting. As it so turns out you haven't slipped a bit, and you even added your own technique. I'm very impressed." He added. "I don't care. Leave Bullworth now!" I said definitely getting agitated. All he did was chuckle at someone actually threatening him. "You must have grown a superiority complex. How amusing. Might I suggest why you don't want to catch up? Perhaps we could grab a drink and sulk in our new lives. After all our gang has grown ever so much. You left us just before we could settle in." He started chuckling again.
"Just face it Anubis; you have nowhere left to go. I have found you. However, I shall let you be on your way before my Australian friend here, who mind you has been a hunter most of his life, breaks out of his calm state and takes you out with his knife." He pointed to the bleeding eye man who had the knife drawn to reveal how dangerous it really looked in the light. The man chuckled lightly as the six men retreated to wherever their hideout must have been. The prep and two greasers looked at me in utter shock and definite fear of who I might have been before coming here. I turned to the girl who was very shaken up over what had happened. I have to admit she was very beautiful, she had curls drooping down to above shoulder length, brunette or black hair, she was a bit pale, but I assumed it was from fear, and she had some makeup on that was now smudged around her beautiful cloudy eyes.
"Are you okay?" I asked trying to help her regain composure. "Thank you." Was all she could utter and her voice was very cute too. "What is your name?" I asked trying to be polite. "Catie. My name is Catie Wayne." She said. "Nice to meet you. Not the best circumstances to meet, but I promise you, you won't get hurt again." I said as genuine as possible. She still had the spray firmly gripped in her right hand looking ready to spray at anybody who had the wrong idea. "Why were you here in New Coventry?" I asked calmly. "I was trying to find the school. The academy." She said quickly. "All of us actually go there." Her eyes went wide with fear and I knew she thought the worst.
"No, the guys who attacked you don't go there. Just the three behind me." The three boys approached from behind and she still looked skeptical. "This is Gord, Peanut, and Norton." I introduced the three boys who just nodded at the sound of each of their names. "Come on, I'll walk you there." I said trying to help her. She pressed close to me as I walked and this probably wasn't the only thing that happened to her. If she was looking for the school, there was no way she must have just gotten to Bullworth. She may have been dropped off around here or Blue Skies Industrial, and usually nearly any girl crossing them turned on the townies. She must have had to defend herself with the spray or anything else she could have had, ran from them, ended up calming down close to New Coventry, but got lost along the way, ended up getting caught by the gang, and usually if someone ran it had to end up in a chase. That is more than likely when I ended up coming after getting chased around town. I wanted to hear her story though since all of this assumption would probably get me nowhere.
"Are you okay Catie?" I asked noticing she was gripping tighter than ever. She looked up at me and nodded. We were close to the bridge and she still held tight. "So, how did you get here?" I asked trying to break the ice. "I was dropped off near the Industrial park by a cab. A lot of the guys there are gross. I tried moving quickly but I ended up close to New Coventry as you call it. I tried asking different people where the school was and I ended up nowhere. I crossed the mansions, backtracked close to the carnival somehow, went through the plaza where all the stores were, and I ended up going back to that place, that's when those guys got me." She said telling a short life story. "Did you run into any other troubles here?" I asked concerned.
"Not much. The guys at the park just whistled and stared me down. They didn't do anything though. The guys around New Coventry were a bit like them, but they actually tried sounding considerate. Went to those mansions and realized a bunch of those weird guys like your friend just looked at me like I was some sort of alien. Went back to New Coventry and those guys were the biggest problem of my day. Once again thanks for helping me." She said as I nodded. We got to the school and I realized prefects were out and about so I had to get her somewhere quick. The girls' dorm were being heavily guarded but the boys' dorm was unfortunately where I had to take her. "Why are you taking me there?" She asked breaking grip.
"The girls' dorm is being guarded like crazy now, and the principal or really any authority figure that could check you in without causing a riot isn't here. I know that you're thinking of what I might do, but trust me I don't want to do that. I have two friends in my room that could probably spare their beds. They can go and rest their eyes somewhere else, and they definitely aren't like that either. Just trust me, if the prefects see a stranger on campus they are going to get riled up. Now come on." I said trying to get her to come with me. She nodded half agreeing and we went to the boys' dorm, seemingly without much trouble. I went to the far dorm room where I slept and went in there. The door opening shocked the two boys' somehow still awake. "You okay dude? You look like shit." Ian said chuckling. "I've been through shit. Also is there any way you guys can spare the beds?" I asked. "Why? It's not like we are getting a new roommate." Anthony said. I then pulled Catie in and they jumped up surprised at this. I knew they were probably thinking the same thing.
They had a wide smile on their faces. "It's not what you idiots think. Trust me, she's had a rough day and the girls' dorm is guarded like crazy. It'll be like breaking into Alcatraz to get past the prefects and volunteer officers. She needs somewhere to stay safe and I really need one or both of you to give the beds up." I said trying to convince them it was a matter of her safety. The smile wiped off of their faces they looked at each other approvingly. "So what happened exactly?" Ian asked. I explained everything that happened, why she is here, and the fact that she is going to be starting at the school. "Alright fine. We'll try and room with someone else." Anthony said as Ian looked at him in some sort of shock. "What? We? I am not going anywhere." Ian said matter of fact. "Ian. She has had a rough day. Just leave it alone. Come on." He said trying to win over Ian as he always did.
"Fine. Let's go." Ian said still disapproving of this. "Sorry." I mouthed to Ian. The two boys left and Catie and I were left in the room. "So pick a bed I guess. If you need to change or something I won't look." I said. "No shower?" She asked kind of disgruntled. "Sorry. They've been down since a couple days ago, but once you get a room in the girls' dorm you have access to shower galore. For now you kind of have to change." I said telling the truth. She just sighed and told me to look away. I obeyed the command and looked at the wall or checked my phone or something. I had received multiple texts from Gord somehow. I thought he was following me but according to this I guess not. I sent a text telling him she was okay, we were in the dorm, and she is spending the night with me. He just sent a text back saying he was back at the Vale spending his night there while the greasers went back to the tenements. After that no more texts were sent or received.
Catie said it was okay to look and she was wiping off the makeup from that day in front of the broken mirror. I looked at her as she did that and saw that she was quite beautiful. Telling her that now would probably give her the wrong idea of me so I decided to stay courteous and keep my mouth shut. She noticed me looking as she wiped the other eye and gave a small smile. "You can talk to me you know. We don't have to sit in an awkward silence." She told me but I couldn't think of anything to say. "So where are you from?" I asked. She just looked at me with a smirk. "Are you really going to try and make small talk after today?" She asked jokingly. It was good to see she was perked up almost out of the blue. I guess I didn't have to make a corny joke to get her to laugh. "I guess asking what your favorite color is out of the question too then?" I asked back and she giggled a bit. "I have a question for you…" She said after she was finished and she lay down on the bed next to mine. "Who was that guy?" She asked.
I wished she didn't ask me that, but I knew I had to gain her trust somehow. "Childhood friend. He's a bit of a prick." I said matter of fact. "I figured. How did you really know each other, and I was listening when he was saying all of that stuff about the gang, and you faking your death. Just tell me." She said with a smile. Damn that was a beautiful smile.
"I guess I should start from the beginning. We met back in grade school and he always was a dick. He hit on girls of all ages and didn't care if he offended someone. He knew he could get away with nearly anything and so he decided to create an amateur local gang back where we lived in Florida. He was obviously the leader; he took a whole bunch of fighting lessons, and taught everybody how to fight. By the time we got to middle school the gang had grown from us and the other ten, to nearly an entire school. The gang grew quickly when we ran crappy rings, prize fighting, and other things. We sold pictures out of dirty magazines; mind you, I stole most of the magazines from my cousin's closet. He didn't care as long as he was making profit as well to pay for more. Soon the rings we ran grew from simple pirating of movies, to drug trafficking. We ran the youngest gang in all of Florida, and to be honest we loved the power we had. Soon he became a little more corrupt and I tried convincing him that we were in too deep. All I wanted was childhood fun, but soon he actually bought weapons for the gang. It was from some street arms dealer, and soon he began getting contacts from around the world. He did have the smarts to pull it all off, and he did have an ancestor that was leader of the mafia. Soon he collected more money, power, and women. I couldn't fight for a group who treated women like that; I was raised a little better than that. I tried opting out of the gang but he told me the only way out was in a wood chipper. Believe it or not he owned a whole bunch of places when we started high school, and finally I knew I had to do something. I couldn't face him because he had so much power and influence that if anyone even pulled a box-cutter on him they would take them down. The only option I found that could get me out from the gang and dying: fake my death."
"By the time I planned this out we had grown into a media empire that had become well known for several reasons, most of them bad. The people knew me well, and the cops knew me because I hung out with the Phantom. Nobody truly saw his face since he wore a mask or got blurred on television, and cops wanted me. The only way I could see myself out from the life was to stage a good death. Unfortunately I had to sacrifice another man's life and a heap of cash to make it all go away. The man planned suicide anyway so he really felt like he had nothing to lose. Finally I was gone, I disappeared from the picture, people forgot about me, and now here I am in a school that depends on killers for protection. I hadn't gotten off on the right foot and fought a kid to help satisfy a girl, not in the sexual way, but to get back at him for cheating. He was hospitalized but I visited mister king of the school before he was permanently dethroned"
"He was killed in the infirmary. Nobody knows who did it but people are skeptical and believe it was this psycho Gary Smith that did it. So here we are. You're sitting there listening to my story, and here I am giving my only confession to a girl I just met." I finished and she looked at me not even surprised by anything I said. She must have been in the life at some point but I highly doubt a girl like her could be. She did look surprisingly calmer than before which I thought was good. "You seem to fight for what's morally right in the world. You seem like a heroic type in a way. You'll just step in and fight for what you think is right. I just have to ask if you are set for life and have already been through high school, why are you here?" She asked genuinely concerned.
"New identity. I had to mask that I formally was somehow, and the only way to do that is with a new identity. Officials are so corrupt it's easy to pay them off." She giggled at the true statement. "What's your real name then?" She asked curiously. "My new name or old one?" I asked back jokingly and she laughed. "Real one. The old name you had." She said putting air quotes around old name. "Nicolas." I said not giving my last name. She nodded and looked at me with those beautiful eyes. "I assume your real name is Catherine?" I asked. She nodded and smiled. I could tell she was blushing as she looked away. "I'm sorry I have to say this but when you have a child one day you have to name him Bruce."
I said jokingly and she got the reference and laughed. "I'll be sure to keep my last name when I get married." She stated smiling. "Saving yourself huh?" I asked. She looked at me with questionable intent. "Are you saying there is something wrong with that?" She asked pouting. "No. Not many people these days is that strong, not even the girls. I admire that you won't fall prey to societies standards." I said in all honesty. "Oh please. You had to have slept with someone. Don't act like you admire that quality." She said in a mocking but joking tone. "I do admire that. I guess I do have another confession for you. I have never had sex either. Saving myself." I said being serious.
Her joking smile extinguished. "Really? I have never met a single guy that has actually said that. Let alone says he won't wait for the one." She put air quotes around the one. "I am. I'd much rather get married first rather than worry about how many girls I could have caught AIDS from. Trust me I think there are more cons about sex than pros. The only pro I can think of is that you gain experience. I could think of a million cons interjecting that one statement. I definitely want to wait." I said honestly. "Then I admire that about you. I truly thought you were staring at my breasts when I was walking with you." She said smiling slightly. She was very real in her statement about the admiration, but I could tell she was joking about the staring.
"Don't assume what you can't understand." I said almost sounding philosophical. She tilted her head and looked at me in wonder. "So were you looking at my boobs?" She asked suspicious. "Not really. I may have quickly glanced but nothing too forward." I said chuckling but actually confessing. "You bitch!" She said laughing and throwing a pillow. It hit my arm when I blocked it and I just laughed back. "I never said thoughts don't cross my mind. I just would prefer to wait." I said truly. "Really? What are you thinking now?" She said flirtatiously. I shook my head and lay on my back. I could still sense her staring at me waiting for an answer.
"I'm thinking you should get some rest before you are forced out of your bed in the morning." I said looking at her. "They force you out of bed here? Great I picked a great school." I laughed explaining Ian and Anthony would probably get pissed if she were still there. "You fell for the advertisement too?" I asked. "Yeah. Fucking brochure led me here." She answered truthfully. I was a bit surprised she swore because she seemed like a sweet girl. Still you can't judge a person based off of their swearing alone. Obviously everyone swore at least once in his or her life. Clearly this girl knows her words too. Obviously you can't judge a person by how they act either, people thought I fought for the right reasons all of my life, and most of them still don't know about my true past. Catie ended up explaining a bit about herself too, and it turns out she was popular on the Internet for a long time.
She created an alternate personality she calls Boxxy. Turns out people either love her or hate her; she ended up being labeled the "Queen of the Internet" at some point. Soon she must have dropped off the face of the web at some point and nobody really knew where she went. She even showed me her videos during the night and it gave me quite the laugh. I honestly wouldn't even believe Catie and Boxxy were the exact same person. Either way she looked beautiful as both Boxxy and Catie. She promised she would put on a little Boxxy live performance at some point. I definitely was going to hold her to that. She was too damn cute to not see a live performance of her crazy character. Soon we finally went to bed and slept through the night.