Violence Unprecedented

by Alex MacLeod

Chapter 1

 

"I was on a well weird internet site yesterday." I said quietly to Mark, my best friend, hoping that noone else on the schoolbus would hear our conversation.

"Oh yer?" he replied, while vainly playing with his hair as usual.

"Yer, I saw the sickest thing, like, ever."

What, so there's images of you on the internet?" he asked sarcastically.

"Fuck Off!" I bellowed discreetly, swinging a punch at him and connecting with his arm. It wasn't a hard punch though and he knew it.

"Mate, you've got to stop trying to hurt me wid your pussy punches. I mean what ya trying to do? Tickle me to death? For fucks sake mate, either go to a gym or stop tryin' to fuckin' feel me up. Alright?"

"Oh fuck off, mate, I wasn't tryin to hurt ya, ya prick."

Yer, yer. You might as well just admit that you're a complete weakling cos everyone knows ya are anyway."

"Arghh…shut the fuck up. I'm, like, not even going to bother ta talk to ya, so don't even try."

So for the rest of the journey we both sat in complete silence. All because of him. I mean, who's he tryin to impress, eh? It's not like there's any girls listin, we go ta an all boy's school, and if he's tryin to impress a boy then he's a fuckin fag.

So for the rest of the journey, Mark, my supposed best friend, sat net to me, completely rigid and unmoving, staring out of the window. I on the other hand did something far more interesting; I counted the number of hairs on the fat shit in front of me's head. By the time the bus had reached school I'd got up ta about a hundred and seventy, although I kept losing count.

When I got off the bus Paul was waitin for me. He's da drug dealer at my school. If you want anything to make you feel good, ya go to him.

For good smack he usually charges £20, but, cos I'm best mates wid Mark, the hardest bloke in the school and possibly the world, I get it for free. Which is a lot bloody cheaper than £20.

He looks like a right twat, Paul. He's got really pale white skin and I mean pale, he looks like Michael, fucking, Jackson without the fucked up nose and face. Yer and he's also got long frizzy hair done up in a ponytail like a puffder. Fuckin faggot.

I approached him and he started talkin to me like he woz my friend.

"Allright, mate?" he asked coolly trying to hide his obvious nervousness at having to talk to someone as cool and popular as me.

"I aint your fuckin mate, alright? Now have you got da shit?"

I can be a right wanker when I want to be.

"Errr…yer…course I have."

"So where da fuck is it den?"

"Here." He pulled out a clear plastic bag from his leather jacket pocket and handed it to me. "here ya go."

I opened the bag and examined the shit. It was good shit.

"Thanx dickhead."

I left him alone to play with himself, or whatever he does, and walked towards school. I was gonna hang out in the common room for a while then maybe smoke some shit later.

 

I was joking around with some mates as you do when some cock in the year above tried to be clever. Apparently he thought he was a bit of a hard man.

"Oh, you're funny!" he muttered sarcastically as I told a joke about an elaphant and a gorilla to my mates,

"What due say?" I replied aggressively. I wasn't gonna let this shit get the better of me.

"I said you're…." He started to stutter but I soon cut him off.

I smacked him square in the face. He was taking by surprise by my sudden attack and just sat back, offering no resistance, as blood oozed out of his now-battered nose.

I then spat in his face.

"If you're EVER lippy to me again, and I mean EVER, I will fuck you up, alright?"

He glumly nodded, still stunned by my unexpected punch.

"Good. Now FUCK OFF."

I left him there bleeding and slowly made my way out of the common room.

I needed some shit, violence always gave me a craving, so I headed of towards the woods, my dark black Jansport backpack containing my stash held loosely across my shoulders.

It wasn't far to the woods so I soon got there. It was about 1.30pm so I still had half an hour before break ended and I had to start going back to school and that was plenty of time to get high in.

The woods are fairly thick with numerous trees and shrubs. We have gardeners and caretakers at school but they don't sort out the woods. It's a good thing they don't as well because they're a perfect hiding place, easy to lose people in and great for taking drugs. I'd never been caught.

I had a favourite hiding place in the woods. It was a small ditch surrounded on both sides by trees and bushes and was fairly deep. I could hide in it if anyone came past and they wouldn't notice me unless they got right up close. It was great for hiding from teachers.

The teachers always patrolled the woods. They had shifts; so different teachers did it on different days. Most of them weren't really bothered about it though; it was just a waste of time to them. The woods were currently out of bounds so they're jobs were to make sure no one had sneaked off into them. If they caught anyone they were supposed to drag them back to school and give them an after-school detention or something, but most of them didn't bother, they just let the people they found off.

Of course you'd get punished a lot more if you were found smoking grass in the woods. They wouldn't let you off for that.

I was almost at the ditch now which was a good thing because I was burning up inside for some shit. I needed shit. It's kind of strange really. Before I took drugs I had no desire or want to take any but once I'd started I just couldn't stop. It's like masturbation really. Once you've first learnt to wank you find you just have to keep doing it and doing it until you're exhausted. And you think that's the best pleasure in the world. The of course you find sex and everything changes. Then masturbation just seems to be obsolete and you find yourself with your hand down your pants every day just because you're used to it, it's like protocol.

Same with alcohol really. When you first start drinking it you just drink it because everyone else is, you don't really like the taste. But then after a while you get used to it and you find you can't stop drinking and drinking. I mean before I discovered booze I was happy drinking water and orange juice and cans of coke and then, once I tried the booze I just found myself wondering why I was wasting my time with other drinks. What's the point in spending your time drinking water or milk when you've got Tequila, Vodka and millions of other drinks that get you going? It's not like you get any buzz from water.

Of course they're all bad for you. Drugs, Alcohol, they all kill you all. In fact it seems anything that's any good kill's you. But which would you prefer, spending your life in misery, not taking any of the good stuff and perhaps living five years longer or life a good life, take all the shit and perhaps lose five years of your life? I mean it's stupid. Ok drugs and alcohol shorten your life, but, it's not like anyone's really bothered about losing five or ten years near the end of their lives when they're like eighty and can't really do anything anyway. You might as well just enjoy yourself. After all you only live once.

I arrived at my ditch and dumped my bag on the ground. I then opened it and pulled out the plastic bag of shit that gave me earlier. I was going to get high. And I would have got high to except just as I was about to light up I heard Mr Jones coming through the woods towards me.

"Who's that there?" He bellowed in his croaky voice.

He had seen me. Shit. I picked up my bag and ran.

He was coming from the left side of the ditch, so I fled right, charging through trees, shrubs, thorns and stinging nettles. I don't know how many times I got stung or how many cuts I got from those viscous thorns but I didn't care. I just had to lose Mr Jones somewhere or I was screwed. I stopped running, turned and looked behind me briefly and saw him fighting his way towards me through a particularly bad thorn bush. I had to get away.

I ran upwards towards the main school then doubled back at certain key intervals until I was deep in the heart of the woods. For a long time I thought I'd lost him but I didn't dare turn around to check just in case he was still behind me and saw who I was. Eventually, exhausted, I collapsed onto a clear patch of land next to a large oak tree.

I panted for several minutes, looking around for any sign of Jones as I did so but I saw nothing but trees. I'd lost him.

I lay back on the ground for several minutes regaining my breath. That has been a close one. I just had to hope that he hadn't seen my face.

I glanced around the surrounding area and soon realised that I hadn't been here before. In fact everything looked different; the trees, the bushes, the plants, everything. Even the sky seemed to have darkened slightly and I felt an odd sensation that I had just experienced something very strange and unusual.

I checked my watch to see how long I had to get back to school and found I was no longer wearing my watch.

Shit. It must have fallen off while I was running. Bollocks. Now I had no idea how long I had to get back to school. It can't be long though, I'd ran for at least ten minutes so I probably only had fifteen minutes before registration started. I'd have to hurry or I'd be late and then I'd be really in the shit. I'd been late for reg three times already this term and if I was late again I'd get a Saturday. The trouble was I didn't have the faintest fucking clue where I was.

I started ambling in the vague direction of where I hoped school was. Soon the forest got thicker and I had to really struggle to make my way between the trees and brambles. I started to get worried. I had no real idea of the way to school and was most certainly lost. By the now I'd probably also missed reg. I continued going in the same direction, hoping that maybe the school might suddenly appear in the horizon. However it didn't. I was lost. I had no idea where I was. In conclusion I was fucked.

Where the fuck was I going to go now? If I turned back I'd just end up back at the clear patch of land, while if I continued going forward I'd probably get further and further away from school. What the fuck was I supposed to do? I couldn't just stand still. Maybe I could try going left or right.

I chose right. Soon the forest grew less wild and only a few, tall oaks blotted the horizon. I still wasn't sure where the hell I was going but, hopefully, if I kept going in this general direction I'd find a road or a signpost or something.

The trees started to disappear until only small ferns, sporadically positioned in clumps, impeded my footsteps.

But I still didn't know where I was.

Everything had turned gay, really gay. Mark was going to get a right kick out of this when I got back. I'd have to explain to him that I got lost in the fucking woods. Huh. I could just see him now.

"What the fuck due mean you got lost? How the fuck could you get lost in the woods, there fuckin' tiny? Nah mate, I know what you was doing, you was having a wank on the sly weren't yer. Yer dat was it. In fact I remember Jonesy coming back from the woods looking all red faced. You was jacking off each other weren't ya? Don't try and deny it mate, you tossed off our PE teacher."

I was gonna get the pissed ripped out of me.

That wasn't the only problem either. How was I gonna explain to the school why I'd missed reg and probably at least half of the first period. Especially since they'd know that Jonesy had seen someone in the woods smoking and I'd probably match the description of the bloke he'd seen. Then if I denied that I'd been the one smoking they'd ask to search my bag and find a couple of grams of coke in there. I was screwed.

I walked for a bit more, still hoping that maybe the school would appear but it didn't. I was starting to get hungry, tired and more than a little pissed off. Then I saw it. A building on the distance horizon. Yes! I thought to myself. I'd finally made my way back to school. I sprinted towards it as fast as I could, after all that time I'd made it back, I was gonna get in heaps of shit but that didn't matter. I'd got back to school. Except I hadn't. As I approached the building I soon realized it wasn't my school. It was something else.

  

  

  

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