## The Mystery Bully (Part 2 Added)

Post by ropebound » Sun Apr 27, 2014 1:54 pm

Well.. it has been ages since I've written a story, or at least finished one. I got this idea a few days ago, and I have been writing little pieces since then. I know it's far from perfect, but I have to upload it now, or I'll get too nervous. Please let me know what you think!
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It was a regular day on the Saint Louis Boarding School for Boys. It was the third of April. Two days ago the boys had exchanged their gray woolen trousers for shorts with green knee high socks. It was however very cold for this time of the year, so most boys stayed inside the school during the lunch break. Except for Alex.
Alex didn't like the company of the other boys. The other boys only talked about soccer and cars, and bragged about girls. Alex wasn't interested in any of these three topics, so he usually stayed inside when everyone was running and screaming on the playground. Now that everyone stayed inside, he felt compelled to leave the school canteen, where he usually sat down, staring at the ceiling.
He went outside through a side door. The icy wind bit through his woolen sweater and messed up his hair. No wonder all the boys were inside, it was freezing. He quickly walked toward the school gym, his arms crossed over his chest. He entered through the front door and sat down in the locker room. Nobody ever went to the gym during the lunch break, so he pulled off his sweater and put it down on the bench beside him. He then untied his polished black shoes, kicked them off, and lay down on the bench. 5 minutes later, Alex was asleep.
He heard the front door squeak, and jumped up from the bench. The door closed again, and he heard soft footsteps coming towards the locker room. He was not supposed to be here! Alex grabbed his sweater and shoes, and quickly hid inside the toilet. The door to the locker room opened, and closed again with a dull thud. Alex felt nauseous inside the small, dark toilet. The light bulb had been broken for weeks, nobody had replaced it. He heard the footsteps move up and down the room, then stop in front of the toilet. There was a soft knock on the door.
'Alex, are you in here?' Asked a voice Alex didn't recognize. It didn't sound like a teacher, more like one of the boys. But none of the boys ever spoke to him. Had someone followed him here? But why?
'Who are you?' he asked in a trembling voice. He was still holding his sweater in his hands, his shoes were on the floor.
'You can trust me. Please just come out of there.'
Alex opened the door, and stepped into the light. He looked at the strange boy in front of him. The boy was dressed like Alex; gray shorts, green socks, a white shirt with a green tie, gray sweater and black shoes that shone in the cold light of the fluorescent tubes. His hair was a brown curly mess, and his round face was covered with little freckles. He was a little shorter than Alex, but was well-built and looked strong.
'Who are you,' Alex asked again. The other boy looked at his face, then moved his eyes down over Alex's body. Alex felt uncomfortable, to say the least. Who was this strange boy, and what did he want?
'Sorry for following you,' the boy finally responded, 'But it was the only way to make sure we would be alone.' He smiled, and added: 'You really are a loner, aren't you?' Then he burst out laughing, took Alex by the hand, and gently pushed him against the cold wall. 'You know, it's a good thing you are such a loner,' he said with a sly smile, still holding him against the wall with his right hand. Alex confusedly looked into the boy's big brown eyes, and the boy stared back. They were both silent, Alex was hardly breathing. He felt like he had to look into these eyes, these big brown persuasive pools. He sensed a trap, something seemed.. wrong, and yet he felt strangely attracted this weirdly charismatic, confident boy.
After what seemed like an eternity, but in reality only took seconds, the boy resumed: 'Loners always make the best targets.' And just like that, something changed in his eyes. The sparkling laughter was exchanged for a dark hunger, and Alex found himself trapped in the boy's grip. The boy grabbed his wrist, turned him around against the wall and forced his arm up his back. Alex groaned and tried to resist, but the boy pulled him backwards and threw him on the ground.
Alex tried to roll away, but the boy was quicker, and jumped on Alex's back, forcing him down with his knee. He then grabbed Alex's wrist again, and twisted the arm behind his back. Alex let out a single wordless cry, combining pain, despair and confusion in one outburst. The boy put his knee on the arm, trapping Alex underneath him.
'Let me go!' Alex cried, tears rolling over his face. 'What did I do to you?'
'Shut up, crybaby,' The boy responded, 'Shut up, or you'll regret it.' He took off his sweater, popped the collar of his shirt and untied his green tie. He then tied one end around Alex's wrist, and twisted the other arm behind his back. After a few seconds Alex's wrists were tied behind his back. He groaned and struggled, but there was no escape. The boy new what he was doing, and Alex was his prisoner.
Last edited by ropebound on Fri May 02, 2014 8:41 am, edited 2 times in total.
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### Re: The Mystery Bully

Post by Ikarus2nd » Mon Apr 28, 2014 8:01 am

Good beginning. I want to read more. Please continue.

### Re: The Mystery Bully

Post by kidnapplz » Wed Apr 30, 2014 4:39 pm

An great start. Love the detail and effort. Thank you for this story. Hope to read more very soon.

### Re: The Mystery Bully

Post by ropebound » Fri May 02, 2014 8:40 am

Alex felt the tears burning in his eyes, while the boy sat on Alex's butt, calmly retying his wrists. He didn't struggle anymore, he just lay there, weeping softly. Finally the boy stood up, and pulled Alex on his feet.
'Let's get down to business,' the boy said. He pushed Alex with his chest against the wall with one hand, and searched his pockets with the other. 'Let's see. Pen, pencil, the regular crap. What's this? Oh, a pocket knife. It's rather small, wouldn't you agree? Is it sharp? It looks sharp. Perhaps it is.' He tapped the tip of the knife with his finger and cursed. 'Damn, it's sharp. What else? What's this here? Score! I bet this was your lunch money? Well, since you're here, you won't need it. I'll keep it safe for you, whenever you want it back, just ask for it. Alright, that's it. Wait!' He slapped Alex's ass. 'Almost forget these pockets. Rubber band, rubber band, rubber band rubber band rubber band rubber band. Man, how many of these things do you carry with you? And what's this? I'll be damned, it's some spare change. Looks like I'll be buying some candy this afternoon.'
He turned Alex around again, and grabbed him by the throat. 'Now, what to do with you?'
'Please, just let me go.' Alex's voice was trembling, tears were rolling over his face, and his cheeks were burning. He felt ashamed, humiliated and scared, and just wanted to get away from this juvenile sociopath. 'I didn't do anything for you!' He couldn't contain himself, and started sobbing. 'Please!'
'No, no no no, that's not how it works. I can't just let you go.' The boy smiled again, and tenderly stroked Alex's cheek. 'You have to understand, there is a certain.. risk to what I do here. I must make sure you won't tell anyone about this.'
'I swear I won't. I won't tell anybody, I am yours, I promise, but please let me go. I really won't tell anyone.'
'Shut up,' the boy hissed. He took Alex by the arm, and dragged him through the locker room. The boy opened the door to the school gym, and led Alex through the deserted hall. The sound of their steps echoed off the walls. They reached a small storage room. The boy opened the door and pushed Alex inside. He followed, closed the door behind him and locked it. The room was sparsely lit by a little light bulb on the ceiling. The air was hot and damp, and both of the boys were sweating.
'You can't just leave me here.' Alex was now crying uncontrollably, and looked around him like a trapped animal, struggling against the tie that kept his wrists secured, and slowly moving away from the boy. 'Please, just let me go.'
'Not a chance, handsome.' The boy took an old chair from the corner of the room and put it before Alex. 'I'm going to need you to sit down now.' He grabbed Alex's shoulders and forced him down. 'Now I will have to borrow your socks.' Before Alex could reply, the boy kneeled before him and pulled his socks off. 'Okay, don't struggle.'
The boy sat down on Alex's lap, face to face, his legs hanging beside the chair. Alex's cheeks turned red, and his heart skipped a beat. The boy was undeniably handsome, and Alex would probably have liked him if he wasn't imprisoning him in a hot, damp storage room after robbing him from his money.
'Will you please let me go?' Alex begged. 'We could be friends. I might really like you. I won't tell anyone about this, I promise.' Perhaps he could persuade his captor. But this was his only chance. One mistake, and everything would be over.
'I think I might like you as well,' the boy said with a faint smile. 'You are very handsome, you know. How old are you?'
'Sixteen.'
'I'm fifteen. I can tell that you like me, Alex. And I really like you.'
'If you let me go now, we could be friends.' Alex tried to sound confident.
'Ah, but you know I can't let you go. Not just like that.' The boy caressed Alex's hair, and leaned forward. 'I know what you are doing,' he hissed. 'You think you can convince me, you think you can trick me into letting you go.' He sounded calm, but Alex knew he was furious. 'I like that. I like how you try to manipulate me.' A vicious smile appeared on the boy's face, and Alex knew he made a mistake.
'I.. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that.'
'That's right, you shouldn't. Anything else?' The boy took one of the socks, and quickly tied a knot in the middle. 'Nothing? Alright, open up.'
'No, wait! You don't have mmmmppf!' Alex tried to jump from the chair, but the boy was stronger and held him down. He tied the sock around Alex's head.
'Well, it's not perfect, but it'll keep you quiet. You sure like to talk. Don't worry, I like it when you beg. And you are so cute when you are trying to be dominant. But I really have to go now. Let me finish the job real quick.' The boy took the other sock, and leaned forward. Alex felt how he tied his wrists to the back of the chair. 'Good. Now I know you will stay here for a while.'
The boy stood up and popped Alex's collar. 'Sorry, I need to take your tie as well. It would be weird if my uniform wasn't complete. Now, I trust you are quite comfortable? Anything else I can help you with?'
The boy walked towards the door, but turned around. 'By the way, my name is Trevor. Trevor Henderson. Nice to meet you, Alex.' He took the key from the lock, walked through the door, closed it behind him, and locked it again.
It was dark outside when Alex entered the school again. His wrists were red and he had bruises on his back. He wasn't wearing any shoes, and his sweater was gone. Trevor had taken them from the locker room when he left. His left sock had a big wet stain and his tie was a wrinkled mess.
It had taken him some time to escape. He had to break the chair to get free, but he would get his revenge. He just needed to find out were the boy lived.
He walked to the information desk. 'Excuse me miss, I was wondering if you could help me.' There was a faint smell of cigarettes, the woman behind the counter had been smoking. She usually did that, nobody bothered here at eight in the evening.
'What's your problem?' The woman was clearly annoyed by his presence. She had the rasping voice of a heavy smoker.
'Could you give me the room number of Trevor Henderson?'
The woman typed some things on her keyboard, put on her glasses, threw them back at the counter, and looked at Alex. 'Sorry kiddo, we don't have a "Trevor Henderson" here. Are you sure that was his name?'
'Absolutely. Are you sure there isn't anybody on this school with that name?'
'Do I look stupid? Now tell me, what is your name?'
'Alex King, miss. Why do you want to know?'
'Well, mister Alex King, tomorrow at five PM you will present yourself to mister Thompson for detention. Have you seen a mirror this morning? Your uniform is an insult to this fine school. Where the hell are your shoes?'
Defeated, Alex turned around and walked to his room. He turned off the light and fell asleep on the bed, still wearing his clothes.
Alex woke up in the middle of the night, without knowing why. He took a little flashlight from under his bed, turned it on and shone around the room. He froze. Someone was standing behind his bed. It was Trevor, an evil smile on his face, wearing only a pair of red speedos. In his right hand he held a pair of handcuffs and something that looked like another pair of speedos, in his left hand a camcorder.
'Hello Alex,' he said with a kind voice. 'Just tell me when you're ready.'
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### Re: The Mystery Bully (Part 2 Added)

Post by ropebound » Fri May 02, 2014 8:42 am

I'm afraid that's it
Let me know what you think, feedback is always welcome!
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### Re: The Mystery Bully (Part 2 Added)

Post by mikeybound » Sat May 03, 2014 7:20 am

He's a ghost. I could've written off the name thing as being fake, but just appearing like that has to mean he's a ghost. Or a teleporter.

### Re: The Mystery Bully (Part 2 Added)

Post by FelixSH » Sat May 03, 2014 9:11 am

I certainly enjoyed it, and I hope this will not be your last work.

### Re: The Mystery Bully (Part 2 Added)

Post by ropebound » Sat May 03, 2014 11:56 am

> mikeybound wrote:He's a ghost. I could've written off the name thing as being fake, but just appearing like that has to mean he's a ghost. Or a teleporter.

Basically he stole an uniform and sneaked into the school. He entered the room while Alex was sleeping, so he doesn't have to be a ghost. But he could be.. it sounds pretty cool, why not :3

> FelixSH wrote:I certainly enjoyed it, and I hope this will not be your last work.

Thanks! I hope I can find the time to keep writing!
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