A man appears from nowhere and lifted up the tree, out of our way just as the zombies get close enough to grasp at people.
“Run!” The man screamed as the zombies turn their attention to him. “Save yourselves!” he screamed as the hoard descended on him, they pulled out fake intestines and fake blood flowed freely.
The roller coaster continued on.
“That was so scary,” Sophie whispered into Peter’s ear, holding him as tight as she possibly could. Peter could feel her tight breasts against him in her thin t-shirt.
They entered a tunnel, it started to get narrower and narrower. They suddenly stopped in the dimly lit darkness. Spikes started to protrude through the walls. More people screamed.
“Are you alright?” He asked Sophie.
She looked at him and smiled, nodding her fake smile along with her head. The lights went out completely leaving them in the barren blackness. Suddenly flames licked out at them, illuminating the razor tips of the spikes.
“I don’t like this,” A squeaky girl voice floated out.
The flames and the sound of the spikes were the sole noises heard in this new darkness.
“I want off!” another faceless voice trembled out in the dark.
Peter thought of the sun suddenly for no reason and then of Maddie in her cute bikini and of her beautiful tanned skin. He wish she was here. Suddenly, the bottom went out and they started moving again, down a ramp. Fog and flames mixed and flew out at the as they head forward, not having a clue where they were anymore. They twisted and turned as they barreled through a new tunnel.
Suddenly they slowed and entered a hall of mirrors. Images flickered of all sorts of ghoulish images replacing their reflections. And things behind them, making people turn to see if their partners are going to murder them or not.
They left the hall of mirrors and went through another tunnel back to the staging area. He looked over at Sophie and breathed in a sigh of relief.
“Fun?” He asked.
“More than I expected,” she answered. She slowly let go of me, “Sorry.”
“That’s okay,” he replied.
“That was friggin’ awesome!” Wendham declared holding a slightly looking green Rachel.
“I think… I’m going to be sick!” Rachel declared.
Peter and Wendham laughed. Sophie shook her head at them and held Rachel as they walked away.
“You guys are so childish,” Sophie scolded.
Chapter 11
Peter’s blood ran cold, he saw four guys laughing, they wore Yale letterman jackets. They weren’t small guys either. The smallest was as big as Lee, and Lee was a tad bit bigger than him. The biggest guy, well he looked like the biggest guy, he wore a jacket with the number 57 on it and he was on a picnic table along with a bombed out looking Maddie kissing her neck, she was barely responsive.
Olivia walked out of the close by washrooms and screamed. She turned and saw Peter running full tilt, with Jack in tow. As Peter was running, he saw two guys still kicking Lee, Lee was on the ground, bloodied, but still putting up a fight.
Number 68 saw Peter coming, he grabbed Number 17 and turned him around.
Number 34 who was nursing a bloodied nose and a split lip, kicked Lee in the gut a few times for good measure.
Peter had tunnel vision, his mind and body was totally focused. It was like being in the exercises at West Point again. His heart was beating a thousand times a minute and he saw his enemies and knew what he had to do. He launched himself at number 57. 57 looked up at him at the last second, his friends had failed to warn him. They both went flying off the picnic table.
“Incoming!” yelled 68 a little too late.
Peter punched like mad going for 57’s vital spots. He knew he had to put his opponent out fast then move on. He didn’t have the luxury of time in a situation like this. He had a fairly good analytical and military mind, which led to his success at West Point. He knew it was going to be a two on one situation right away. But once Jack was neutralized, it would be a four on one and his odds would be significantly reduced.
He dropped an elbow straight down like a fence post into 57’s face, his teeth smashed in and blood squirted out. He quickly brought another elbow across the side of his face and temple, the beast in him was coming out in him. The image of this creep crawling on top of his Maddie flickered in his mind so he elbowed him two or three more times.
He was once called a savage beast that deserved to be put in prison and it ripped him apart inside at the time, but he relished it right this second. He wanted to be the beast that everyone would be afraid of!
34 ran to his mate’s aid, he could see his feet heading towards him under the picnic table. He anticipated 34’s stupid move of grabbing him by his shirt. He yanked him, while he pushed up and knocked him off balance. When we dropped Peter delivered a hard elbow to his temple, hopefully knocking him out, he knew he had a few precious moments, ones that hopefully I’d be able to save Jack from getting his face smashed in.
He looked over at 68 and 17. They’d gotten Jack on the ground and were taking turns kicking him just to be cruel. He stood up and deliberately walked over to the two big men that liked to beat on one guy. He kicked 68 hard in the back and punched 17 in the neck. 68 fell into the table and cut his head open.
17 was gasping for breath and holding his throat. He kicked his knees out from underneath him. He looked up at Peter and pleaded with his eyes, Peter didn’t have mercy for this kid. He grabbed a handful of hair and brought up six quick knees and let the kid’s bashed in head fall sickeningly to the ground.
68 got up and stumbled around holding his bleeding head. He eyed Peter when he heard Maddie. Peter ran over to her and checked her over. Olivia came up to him crying.
“Who are they?” she sobbed. Sophie and Rachel ran over to check on her too.
“Check on Lee!” He ordered Olivia.
“I just went into the washroom, I saw them coming over too, Lee said it was cool and then I heard them fighting. I came out and saw Lee on the ground, I yelled at them to get off Maddie, but they wouldn’t, then I saw you! I… don’t know what they were going to do to her!” Olivia cried.
He didn’t want to hear this. He stroked Maddie’s head.
“Are you okay?” He asked her.
She slowly opened her eyes. She was probably not hurt from these guys; it was just the alcohol and drugs.
“Hey! I tried to struggle… dicks…” she said weakly. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault. No one should have to worry about this.”
He turned around. Sophie grabbed his arm. They caught each other’s eyes. He looked over at 68 who was holding his head, blood running through his fingers.
“We should go! Let him go,” Sophie said.
“No!” Olivia yelled. “He was going to rape your girlfriend!”
He ran over to 68.
“Take it easy man, we were just fooling around… I’m sorry,” 68 begged.
Peter faked a punch to 68’s face and dropped a bomb into the man’s stomach that folded him in half. He fell to his knees, holding himself and fell to his side.
“Hey! I’m calling the cops,” someone yelled.
34 ran and tackled Peter as the girl’s screamed.
“You psycho, I’m going to smash in your fucking face!” 34 yelled.
Peter got to his feet, ducked a punch and gave a good cross. 34 punched at him again. Peter backed up, drawing the guy in, he delivered a quick front kick, that forced 34 to drop his hands. Peter hooked him, that caught 34 in the jaw. He was out before he hit the ground. Peter jumped on him, hammering him in the face.
“Enough!” Sophie screamed and jumped on Peter, “Do you want to kill him?” she labored out as she crawled on him.
Maddie stumbled over to him and grabbed his other arm.
“You heard Sophie we’re leaving, or do you want to go to jail Pete?” Maddie asked, full of tears and looking pale.
When Maddie an
d Peter first started going out, he was called into the headmaster’s office, Mr. Reagon. He was kind of a dick. Mr. Hadley, a teacher from West Point was there. He was a career man. Military from sixteen ‘til he died or was forced to retire, and in between he was determined to make men of all of America or to root the sissies out, or the savages like Peter. He was the one that called him a savage beast. He was also a psychologist. He was supposed to help him, but he only ever managed to hurt him.
Ms. Holloway was also there. She was a student teacher here and a guidance counselor. And to round it off, the most senior teacher Mr. Griffin was also there, the school’s second in command of sorts. He was also his math teacher, an old bastard.
Everybody knew Madison was the school’s star pupil, and Mr. Griffin’s protégé, Peter always thought Mr. Griffin was jealous of their relationship. Mr. Griffin was the one that called the meeting. He was privy to Peter’s case history. He told them a concerned student told him about Peter’s violent tendencies.
Mr. Griffin had begged the headmaster for the meeting and even took it upon himself to invite Mr. Hadley. The deck was quickly stacked against Peter. They were concerned for Maddie’s safety. Maddie had refused to come to the meeting, out of respect for his privacy she said, that the past was the past. He attempted to alleviate their fears, but he soon found himself incredibly agitated.
Ms. Holloway, a dark skinned lady from Canada, he had no idea what she was, Spanish maybe, fought for him. They had connected. He had her for Social studies and between that and the school appointed twice weekly trips to her, they had grown to be friends. As close to being friends with a teacher as you can anyhow. Ms. Holloway said that regardless of his past, whether guilty or not, even though he was found not guilty, that Madison was his cure. Very literally. That Maddie could save him and that trying to ruin their relationship and interfering with them was unethical at the very least.
“Madison might be the only thing that can save Peter from the world,” she told them.
Mr. Griffin backed off and that was the last he heard about it. But the old bastard went out of his way to make his life as unpleasant as he could, so he tried to return the favor as slickly as he could.
He was pulled off 34 and booted him in the stomach for good measure. He looked at Maddie and all those around him and saw the people staring and the yells of security guards. He looked down at his broken and bloodied knuckles.
“Fine,” He whispered as Maddie and Sophie pulled him away.
Chapter 12
Peter, Sophie and Madison walked into their room. Peter had to keep it down, if the student PA heard them, he’d be in trouble.
“Come on,” Madison said and lead him into the bathroom. She cleaned his hands off and all the blood, “Are you mad?”
“Are you kidding me? You get high and drunk again and look at the trouble you get into. Should I not be?”
Sophie knocked on the door and handed Maddie some ice, “Here.”
“Thanks.”
“Look, I’m going to go and see Alessandro, so you’ve got the place to yourself ok?”
“Thanks sexy,” Maddie said and hugged Sophie.
Maddie put the ice on Peter’s hands.
“Can I make it up to you?”
“No, I’m going to my room?”
“And do what? Jerkoff?”
“Sure.”
“Peter?” Maddie whined, “Just take off your pants.”
Peter shook his head, “No, you can’t just fuck me to get out of this.”
“Peter! I am so sorry. But it wasn’t my fault.”
Maddie kissed Peter, “I’m so sorry. I’ve been a bad girl, you can spank me.”
“Are you high right now?”
“Pretty coked up yeah.”
Peter shook his head.
Maddie undid his pants and rubbed his crotch.
Maddie pulled off his pants and boxers and started jerking him off.
“Frig!” Peter said, but let her continue. She got on her knees and licked around his head and then took him into her mouth and licked his cock with her tongue. She went down on him hard.
“Let’s go to my bed,” Maddie said and stood up.
Peter pulled off his shirt and followed her.
Maddie, as she walked undid her tight pants and pulled them off, panties included. She pulled her shirt off and undid her bra that she undid from the front.
Peter grabbed her ass and kissed her neck. Maddie turned around and pushed Peter onto the bed and went back down on him. She licked his balls and kissed his cock and suckled it.
She crawled up onto Peter and teased his cock with her pussy and then pushed it against her asshole.
“Not too hard,” she said as Peter bucked his cock into her ass.
She slowly arched onto it as Peter’s dick slid deeper into her ass.
Maddie reached over to a drawer and pulled out a pink vibrator, she handed it to Peter and Peter licked it and slid it into Maddie’s wet pussy.
Maddie rubbed at her clit as Peter fucked her pussy with the vibrator, she continued riding his cock with her ass.
“Turn around,” Peter said.
Maddie stood up, slowing pulling Peter’s cock out of her ass. She still had the vibrator in her pussy. She sat down and Peter guided his dick into her ass.
She squatted over him and Peter pounded her, grabbed her hips and fucking her.
“I want to fuck you,” Peter said and moved her off.
Maddie moved to the end of the bed and peter got off. Peter moved her so that she was on her side. He spit on her asshole and guided his dick into her again as she worked her pussy with the vibrator.
Peter fucked her harder and harder until he exploded in her ass.
Peter picked up one of her legs and rubbed her pussy as he slowly squeezed the last bits of cum from his cock as he grinded against her pussy.
He could feel his dick deflating and grabbed her vibrator and pulled his dick out and started fucking her with the vibrator.
Maddie spasmed as she came.
Peter put his fingers into her wet pussy and fingered her a little as she spasmed a little more. Finally she pushed his hands away.
Peter could see his cum trailing out of Maddie’s ass.
“Oww, that a bit painful,” she said.
“Sorry, I got a little carried away.
Peter got on top of her and kissed her.
“Stay!” Maddie implored him.
“I can’t. Maybe another night.”
“You’re such a dick Peter.”
“Love you too.”
Chapter 13
Spring Break was over and Peter sat in Social Studies looking outside. Ms. Holloway taught this class, so he really tried here, just to make the naysayers look bad.
The darkness was complete outside. It was ten o’ clock in the morning, but it looked more like a dark winter’s day.
“For most of human history we have been ruled by a hierarchy. Whether a King, or an Emperor. Civilian or a military rule. Democracy has only been around for a short time,” Ms. Holloway went on, “And an even more fascinating aspect of democracy and hierarchies is the use of democracy to turn a country into a one party or one man rule. Who can name examples of this?” she asked looking out at her class.
He raised his hand.
“Yes Mr. Nelson.”
“Although not in strictest sense, I think Hong Kong is worthy of mentioning with the British handing Hong Kong back to the Chinese.”
“That’s a good example. Hong Kong no longer has pure democracy the way they use to enjoy it.”
“And the main example that springs to mind is Germany, of course,” he added.
“Yes! Germany!” she said and wrote it on the black board. “After World War One Germany was ruled by the Weimar Republic. In nineteen thirty three Hitler was elected and became chancellor. He abolished all democratic pretenses and begun his drive towards power, which culminated in World War II and after his defeat, the eventual split of
Germany into a free and democratic West Germany and a Communist controlled East Germany, and although now unified, military rule in Germany has caused suffering and long term pain. So remember Hitler was elected by the German people. Under false pretenses maybe, but once a government starts to take too much power, it is up to the people to stop them. If Hitler was stopped in the election, there may not have been a second World War and untold millions may have been spared.”
Peter put his hand up, “With all due respect Ms. Holloway, but World War II would have happened with or without Hitler, obviuosly the extent, attempted holocaust and the result would have been different.”
“So are you saying Hitler wasn’t the driving force behind World War II?”
“He was just a man that made good use of the circumstances presented to him. If Hitler hadn’t existed and let’s say Chancellor Muller came into power World War II was inevitable, perhaps the chest board would have looked different, perhaps six million Jews wouldn’t have been tortured and killed, but I guarantee the game would have still played out.”
“Does anybody argue this point?”
“I think Hitler guided the war with his personality,” a kid named Steve said.
“I can’t argue that point, absolutely. But my point is World War II would have been fought no matter what. The treaty of Versailles was a slap in the face to Germany and they were destined to go to war. And it wasn’t like it was only Hitler that was involved. We have Hirohito. He had to make a move, he felt like he didn’t have a choice. And let’s not forget about Mussolini or Stalin. Were they both useless in their own ways. But they’d have both caused problems down the road.”
“So another question could World War II of stopped something worse?”
“Although I know you don’t believe it, it may have been. World War II brought mankind out of the Stone Age and created everything from radar to the space program to creating the state of Israel.”
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