The Characters in this story speak in English but also in a slang from the book “A Clockwork Orange” known as Nadsat. The Glossary can be found below.

The characters in some scenes drink milk+ or moloko+ which is simply milk containg drugs

Glossary
Droogs = Friend or Friends
Devotchka = Girl or Woman
Moloko = milk
gulliver = head (man or womans)

Chapter 1
“In the Korova”

There was me, that is Alex and my three Droogs that is Pete, Georgie and Dim. And we sat in the Korova milk bar enjoying the old milk+ as we concluded plans for tonight’s entertainment.

It was in the moon rise hours of the day and as usual we had spent the previous hours out of school, school being no longer entertaining oh my brothers. But parents night was approaching like the moon to the clouds and so and idea approached your humble narrator to ensure the reports of our dedicated teachers to be nice and sparkling clear of the expected negativity. After purchasing our new maskies, me wearing a Hitler mask, Hitler being my favouritist of Dictators , Peter wearing a Margret Thatcher mask from the early 90s, Georgie wearing an Obama mask, a perfect choice for my younger droog as he has the “yes we can” attitude that I oh so admire in fellow hooligans and Dim in the usual ape mask which was fitting to his personality and intelligence in the old gulliver. Before departure we had several more glasses of the old moloko as this would sharpen you up for a bit of the old ultra-violence.

Chapter 2
“Art my brothers”

After a final glass each and a splash of banter we set of into the setting sun towards school.

The building was like the towns people, it having a rotten a disgusting appearance which was nearly as bad as the dilapidated interior. The teachers themselves always stood straight dressed in the hight of sophisticated fashion like well trained soldiers of education.

As we toured down the isolated corridors we peaked in to each passing room to ensure we didn’t pass any of our “superiors” as they put it themselves.

As we passed through the science department we saw Mr Douglas, the steroid dependent PE teacher practicing in the gym hall as he always did in his spare time. Other than his presence the hall stood entirely isolated making it a perfect start to our night of the old ultra-violence. As our boots tip-toed across the hall he suddenly turned and stared at us now sprinting to him cane first, an upperclass cane being my personal choice of weapon as it as stylish as pain inflicting. One quick smack to the chin sent his teeth flying from his gulliver like petals from a flower as the descended to the floor with his now unconscious presence.
But our fun didn’t stop there my brothers, as we had to ensure he wouldn’t awaken. A few more bootings to the face, chest and digester and he was “out for the count” we cheered.

As we strolled with adrenaline and the old moloko+ doing the backstroke through our veins we headed to Maths for the next “superior”. We entered the classroom, not bothered about anyone hearing or seeing us as the next populated room is in another area of the building. So we burst into the room mask first terrifying the old cow into shocks and the classic pleading for mercy. Without a second thought Georgie unleashed his crowbar across her nose, snapping it to the right and letting the delightful red river run south to the floor. She the oldest of the old in this place, it only took a few bootings to make her “unavailable” for the evening.

And for the final strike we headed to the top floor towards the art department. And in the only open classroom there she stood oh my brothers. Ms Michaels, the 20-something devotchka stood with her slender back towards us writing “Welcome Parents!” upon the chalk board. We’d keep this one awake as we each took turns in the old in-out in-out, that was a real kick and good for playing the old ultra-violence. I being master and leader of my droogs always had the first “scoring”

When she noticed our maskies her expression turned to a playful, surprised and nervous look, one which changed to sheer horror as she felt our intentions. Georgie and Pete each grabbed and arm and slid their feelers up towards her cheekily visible chest. I held her legs apart with my feet and used her skirt to ensure they wouldn’t wander too far to give her an advantage. Without difficulty Dim tore her pretty pink panties from her perfectly round ass and used them to contain her squeals. Oh bliss, oh ecstasy, oh heaven my brothers the delight the devotchka brought was extraordinary.

I always got bored immediately after my turn and so I entertained myself by carving smiley faces into the walls while the others enjoyed the old in-out in-out. Then came an unexpected arrival my brothers as two parents entered their room smiling eagerly until our horrible endeavour met their eye sight. With Georgie’s crowbar in one hand and Dim’s chain in the other I was an unstoppable beast swinging each toy towards the unsuspecting adults. Then suddenly as the chain and crowbar reached for them something, unusual happened. They both squeezed together like accepting the end but wanting to hold each other for comfort like. Hysterical thought I as each took a smack to the gullivar colliding their heads together like a classic comedy moment. After a few beatings, most being unnecessary and just for laughs both the mother and father lay beaten and broken on the classroom floor each of them holding the others hand as the red river began to pour over the brown carpet. True artwork thought I. The only piece worthy of having a place in this classroom.

Chapter 3
“My personal souvenir“

I awoke the following morning in the corner of the abandoned cinema that at night we call home my brothers along with Dim, Pete and Georgie. In the centre of the room, like us surrounded by broken glass and broken wood, Ms Michaels lay hog-tied and gagged face down in the sharp shavings of the once loved building. Like the previous night she gently wept, knowing it wouldn’t do any good she made no attempt to scream for help. While my droogs slept I took the opportunity to try something, different. After asking her she shook her head to decline having tried it, but that just made things more interesting. I removed the homemade gag and forced myself into her mouth, it would be the closest to lube that this devotchka deserved. After that I pulled open her luscious cheeks I sent my tongue swimming into her holes. Then, without being even slightly gentle I forced my unlubed unprotected self into her unused hole, it was her first time at anal, and from her screams and cursing, it would be her last. After a while her screams died down and she bang to accept the pain but then I began to violently spank her, and pulled and twisted her tiny nipples making her once again yelp and goan. Eventually even that wasn’t enough. So I unscrewed the top of my cane to reveal my secret blade or “Betty” as I called it. Then using “Betty” I ensured she screamed.

What a mess.

I took her kicking and screaming, making the game more fun for your humble narrator, down to the basement. The horrid smell could be noticed from outside, the thought of spending hours among it was enough to even sicken myself oh my brothers. Once in the basement I tied her to the wall with the others. What a collection I thought to myself. And I still had three more walls to use.

Chapter 4
“The old surprise visit”

“Please don’t hurt me!” said the old man

“Shut up you old cunt!” I cheerfully exclaimed

“Dim grab his keys and get in the fucking car!” hollered Georgie

“Fuck off get Alex to do it he does fuck all but boss us all around.”

I then smacked Dim across the face with my cane

“Watch that! Watch that my brother!” I said intimidatingly

“I aint your brother no more and wouldn’t want to be!” whimpered Dim

“Without me, without us, your weak, your nothing.”

“Appy-polly-lodges” said Dim meaning he’s sorry

To simplify things I accepted and we got in the car leaving the old guy face down in his own red river and any other liquids his body let spill.

It was an old ford, nothing special but since it had a weak and pitiful owner it wasn’t something to ignore my brothers. And since we needed transport to the countryside it was an easy victory.

As we traveled through the country roads of the night casting other travellers to the side playing hogs of the road, what we needed now was somewhere isolated for the old surprise visit, that was a real kick and good for lashings of the old ultra-violence.

After searching through roads and roads we soon came across an isolated little upperclass cottage hidden away in the country fields. “Perfect.” I said

I gave some quick knocks on the door before this middle aged devotchka answered in an all sophisticated voice.

“Yes can I help you?”

“Miss please help there’s been a terrible accident. My friends lying on the road bleeding to death! I was wondering if I can’t use your telephone?”

“I’m dreadfully sorry but I’m afraid we don’t have a telephone.”

Then an older voice of some guy called from inside.

“Who is it dear?”

“There’s a young man here, he says there’s been an accident.”

“Well I suppose you better let him in.”

As soon as she unchained and fully opened the door she had full view of our masks, crowbars, chains and canes.

But before this poor cow had the chance to scream for help Dim was round her dragging her to the living room like a heavy shopping bag.

As I danced along behind them Pete and Georgie grabbed the old fool who was sitting typing away on his computer.

Then as the fun began I burst out in song

“I’m singing in the rain”

Boot to the old guys surprised face.

“Just singing in the rain”

A slap across his wife’s

“What a glorious feelin'”

Then I tore off this young devotchkas red little dress.

“I’m happy again”

Another slap.

While dim held her from behind Pete and Georgie mercilessly held the terrified old cunt and ensured he got a good eyeful of the show.

As I had my turn, me still always being first, I continued to sing like a great song bird doing the most unforgivable acts. I’ve always loved such lovely lovely music.

After we all had a turn Dim spread the gasoline around the room as Pete sat stroking the lighter. But I would be the one to light it oh my brothers, that honour would be mine.

I couldn’t tell you if the screamed or not, when we were close enough to hear them over the flames I was still singing.

“I’m laughing at clouds”
“So dark up above”
“The suns in my heart”
“And I’m ready for love”

Chapter 5
“No evidence”

“listen little Alex we know it was you!”

“Then why have no charges been placed brother?”

“You and your friends or, what’s is it you call them? Droogs?” he chuckled

“That’s not even fucking English!”

“Us been mentioned by name doesn’t mean we’re to be blamed. It was parents night sir, lots of us school kids were there.” I said grinning

“Just listen to me little Alex if you or your friends step one toe out of line it’ll be the end for you. You may only be fifteen but it’ll be prison this time!”

“Now get the fuck out my office.”

Another failed attempt from Mr Sargent Douglas. London’s finest I joked to myself.
Not to worry about your humble narrator brothers I knew they had no evidence they never do.

Although we were getting closer to getting caught now than ever. I blame Dim. Some of his “personal touches” we too dark even for me oh my brothers. Last night for instance as we were enjoying the old in-out in-out with that young soon to be married Devotchka. He made her swallow her wedding ring when it was his turn with her.

My next move was simple then, I had to kill Dim before he gets us caught. It’s a necessary sacrifice my brothers and I know thou shall shed a tear to see him go. But it must be done.

Chapter 6
“I ain’t your brother no more!”

I arrived home that night around 2am but mother and father knew better than to question me. I lived in a simple common flat in South London. My room was filled wall to wall with such beautiful pictures and paintings of ultra-violence as well as the old in-out in-out (sex). I turned to my music library and played Beethoven 9th symphony, played by the London symphony orchestra. I lay on my and stroked my knife against my young incoming beard as Beethoven’s blissful tones surrounded me and I planned how to get rid of poor old Dim. The method didn’t matter. It could be quick and painless or long and most enjoyable brothers. Either would be splendid as long as no-one suspected your humble narrator.

Then an idea plopped into my gulliver. Billy Boy. Our old enemy in the night and school chum in the daylight hours. I could kill Dim and blame the old act on him, we’re all filled with such hate for brothers that they’d want to believe its him.

The following day school was still shutdown from parents night and it was to bright for our usual fun and games so there’d only be a few places billy could be. The most obvious being his home. It being midday his parents were still put working and earning leaving young billy boy home alone. Looking through the living room window I seen billy siting with his hand round some young devotchka, who looked a few years younger than us, and holding a drink in his other as they laughed and giggled away. Then something unusual happened as this young fool fell to her face unconscious and not unsurprisingly billy wasn’t too shocked at her sudden change in consciousness. I need not tell you what happened next brothers, but sickening it was to witness. After recording it with my phone thou it made it handy for blackmail.
Then a grin possessed me brothers. I need not frame billy for killing Dim, I could make him do it.

After a while he finished up, and I followed him as he left her unconscious at a bus stop, he didn’t even bother to “tidy up” properly. But if she didn’t remember then no harm done.

I met with my Droogs in the korova milk bar later that night as it was our tradition.
I had Billy Boy waiting in the bathroom to take care of Dim as he went for a piss, which wouldn’t be long away. Dim entered the bathroom and as he pissed Billy Boy swung for him with a blade and surprisingly Dim ducked aware of the attack and threw his chain off Billy and it slid over to my feet.

“Help us Alex!” shouted Dim

But I just stood there observing like an audience peering through the fourth wall. As soon as Dim realised I wasn’t on his side, which took a while since it was Dim doing the thinking he began to attack billy and get the better of him. So I grabbed his chain and smacked quick and brutally across the eyes sending him south to the floor in agony at which point Billy finished the job nervously stabbing him in the throat. As I stood behind Billy holding Dims chain I thought, why not? Two birds one stone and all that. And so I put Billy out his guilty misery chocking him real horrorshow. After he’d passed on I left the chain there so the others would think it was one killing the other in a moment of bad luck, justice in a sense.

Just as I pictured after alerting them of ‘my horrid discovery’ then figured they must have killed each other in the attack. They all stood there grieving the loss of dear old Dim. I just stood aside them calmly finishing my moloko plus, secretly grinning.

No one threatens my life oh my brothers. It’s kill or be killed. Or in this case kill and be killed I joked to myself.

END OF BOOK ONE