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Any questions, comments or criticisms are welcome. Please send them to edgarfriendly21@protonmail.com. Thank you. Edgar Friendly. The belated education of Charlie Hibbs Chapter 21-The battle of Rockstaff (part two) Docs day started like most. He woke up when his alarm sounded and busied himself getting washed and dressed. He enjoyed his regular breakfast of honey on toast with a cup of sweet tea before putting on his coat and shoes. One last check in the mirror that he was presentable and he left his home. Getting into his red Ford Focus and driving to Rockstaff he was lost in thought. Delivering bad news to a patient was always a difficult but necessary part of his job but today would be harder than most times he had done it. He had known the Carver family for many years at this point, even being the man that had delivered Anthony and Marys first son Nathaniel into the world. Now his task had become to do anything he could to keep their youngest living in it. These thoughts served to distract him from seeing the tell tale signs that something was very wrong. He drove up to the gates of Rockstaff as normal, he rang the buzzer as normal, he have his name as normal, the gates opened as normal, he began driving up the long drive to the main house as norm- CRASH! The sound of the gates behind him being smashed through caused him to swerve a little before slamming on the breaks. He looked in his rear view mirror and saw the van that had just broken through and was speeding up the drive behind him. He instantly knew it was them. It was time. They had begun their attack. He had no time to think and even he didn't know where his actions came from but he immediately shifted his car into reverse and hit the accelerator as hard as he could, going backwards as fast as possible. He knew the van was much larger and heavier than his little car, he knew it probably couldn't stop it but maybe, just maybe he could buy the boys and faculty a few seconds that could mean the difference between life and dea- SMASH! The tiny red vehicle was thrown violently out of the assaulting vans way and rolled over off to the side of the road landing upside down with the now unconscious Doc still strapped in the drivers seat. His plan had worked however, as the vans engine failed and the vehicle slowed to a stop. The 'not friendly' would have to cover the rest of the distance on foot. "Fuck me!" Shouted Calgary as he looked through the shattered windscreen, "That guy is fucking crazy!" He looked to his right at the driver, "You good?" No response, "Hey!" Calgary shook the mans shoulder, "Yo! You still with us-" The driver slumped forward and as he did his head turned towards Calgary revealing the large bloody hole where his face had been just a few seconds before, "What the fu-" Bang... PING! "WE'RE TAKING FIRE!" Calgary shouted to the men in the back of the van, "OUT NOW AND FIND SOME COVER!" Bang... PING! Calgary and his team exited the van and took cover behind it, "Anyone see him?!" Bang... PING! One of the men poked his head around the side of the van, "No! No I'm looking but... wait... yeah. Yeah! He's on the roo-" Bang... The mans head exploded. "FUCK!" Calgary shouted. "Sir! What do we do?!" Asked one of his men. They all looked at Calgary and waited. He thought for a moment, 'What would Mr. Jarvis do?' He knew instantly. He looked sternly at his team, "You three with me. We are going right. You four, you go left. We split and he can't pick us all off. Those of us that make it still have a job to do. Don't forget that." They nodded and prepared themselves, "Okay. As soon as we hear the next shot we run. Don't stop until you make it to-" Bang... PING "NOW!" The two teams of four men ran as fast as they could towards the main Rockstaff building. From his perch up on high Miller rained death down upon the invaders. He saw them split into two groups, "Oh so that's your game... " Lead the target... BANG! It was satisfying to watch his bullets rip apart these sick fucks, "Another one bites the dust... " He sang. CLICK! "Ah fuck." Miller began to reload and as he did he spoke into his radio, "They've spilt into two groups. Reloading." "Understood." Captain Khan spoke into his own as he and five of his men readied themselves just inside the main entrance waiting for the attackers to make it to them, "We are in postion at point A. Give us any heads up you can when you seen them go for the door." "Yessir." Miller had reloaded and continued to fire. "Be ready lads. These cunts won't stop until they're dead or we are." Captain Khan spoke to his men. "Zain." The headmaster was coming down the stairs holding the rifle he had taken to keeping loaded in his office, "Is it them? Is it now?" "Yessir." Zain Khan kept his weapon trained on the door, "We have sounded the evacuation and the prefects should be leading the boys to the rally point now." "Very well." The headmaster took up a position with Captain Khan and his mean, "I always knew the war would finally come to our door... " He cocked his rifle and took aim at the large oak doors, "Well, if it's war they want... " ******** The bells of Rockstaff continued to ring out their warning and could be heard all across the grounds. Bastard Borks stopped sipping his coffee and listened. He wondered for a moment if it was in fact a drill but that thought was discarded when he saw the ten armed men that had just scaled the fence near his cottage and were now running towards the small wooded area through which the firing range could be found. He smiled to himself, 'About fucking time.' He put down his mug and pulled on his boots. He put on his holster with his loaded Glock 19 and picked up the loaded rifle he kept by the door. After perusing his collection of blades he picked up his favourite machete, it was the same one he had stolen from a gangbanger he had castrated in Brazil, and left the house following after the armed invaders. God this was gonna be the most fun he had had in years! ******** Confusion quickly gave way to panic amongst the Rockstaff boys. They had all practised the evacuation procedures alot but now the moment had come it was not an organised affair. Given it was a Sunday there were no classes so all the boys were scattered across the grounds or in the main building. Pritchard had been escorting Charlie and Seb to the headmasters office when the alarm was raised and immediately jumped into action, "That's... That's the evacuation!" He turned to Charlie and Seb, "Follow me!" All three of them began running down the corridor towards the first years dorm. Pritchard opened his room and reached for the locked case holding his weapon. In just a minute he had it out, loaded and ready. He turned to Seb and Charlie, "We are going to the rally point. We will be moving fast so you must be sure to keep up, alright?" The two scared boys nodded and Pritchard saw the fear in their faces, "Hey... It'll all be okay. I promise." Upon leaving the room They saw a few fifth year boys running past. They stopped when they saw Pritchard, "Ben! It's them!" "I know." Pritchard replied, "Is all our year at the rally point?" "I think we're the last." Came the response. "Good. Let's get going." The six boys ran together to the rally point near the swimming pool. The site that greeted them was not the organised lines of boys that it should be, rather mixed up groups of scared and confused lads trying desperately to find missing friends and bunk buddies. Charlie looked around and counted all the blues he could see. There were two missing, "Martin! Where's Aaron and Caleb?!" "I don't know!" Martin said with tears in his eyes, "Aaron went to the main building to use the bathroom and the alarms sounded before he got back. Caleb went to look for him!" Charlie and Seb looked at each other and knew they were both thinking the same thing. They turned to run back to the main building only to find Pritchard standing in their way, "No!" "But... But Caleb and Aaron... " Seb said. "I am the first year prefect. It is my responsibility to keep you safe which is exactly what I intend to do. You will both stay here at the rally point with sergent Selby and the other boys-" "Caleb and Aaron are first years too!" Charlie shouted. Pritchard looked at Charlie, "Yes, they are. Which is why I will go and look for them. You will both stay here. Understand?" "... Yes Pritchard." Both of them said. "Good." Pritchard turned and began jogging back the way they had come. "Please bring them back safe!" Seb shouted as Pritchard passed a group of fourth year boys on their way to the rally point. Charlie watched the boys and noticed something strange. He saw the boy he recognised as Darren Lewis stop and look at all of the boys. He just stood there for a moment before his bunk buddy realised he had stopped. He grabbed Darrens hand and made to pull him along but Darren pulled it away. He turned to his bunk buddy and said something. His bunk buddy looked at the boys Darren had been then looked back at Darren shaking his head. Charlie could see Darrens mouth form the words, 'I'm sorry.' before he turned and sprinted back the way he had come. Charlie looked at what Darren and his bunk buddy had been looking at and saw the group of second years standing there with the notable exception of Paul Samson and his bunk buddy. Charlie realised where Darren was going. ******** Phipps was in the headmasters office with Mary Carver, "Phipps, I need a weapon." "I can assure you Mrs. Carver that the situation is well in ha-" "Phipps! That wasn't a request." Mary was by no means a soft woman. Phipps knew better than to cross a woman with that look in her eyes. He went to the headmasters desk and opened one of the drawers to reveal a Glock 19. He took it out and handed it to here, "Are you sure you know how to use-" He stopped talking as he watched Mary Carver expertly inspect the weapon and check it was loaded before flicking off the safety, "I was the wife of Anthony Carver. He knew better than most that at any time they could come to our home and he may not have been there to protect us." CLICK. The weapon was ready for use, "There isn't a gun in this world I don't know how to load, use and maintain. Understand?" "Yes ma'am." ******** At the front of the building Miller was trying his best to take out as many of the attackers as he could. He had lost sight of the four that had run around the side of the main building but was still holding the others in position with covering fire, 'Come on... Come on... There!' BANG! He watched with satisfaction as the head of the last one of the invaders he could see exploded as the man tried to peek around the stone wall he had been taking cover behind. He picked up his radio, "Sir! I got six of them. There are four more that ran around the side of the building but I don't know where they-" CLICK. Miller froze as he heard the gun being cocked behind him and then the words, "Die pedo scum." BANG! Corporal Miller became the first casualty the friendly had that day. Calgary had climbed the emergency ladder all the way to the roof and snuck up behind the sniper that had been killing his men. ******** "Miller? ... Miller!" Captain Khan screamed in vain into his radio hoping for a response but knowing he would receive none, "Fuck!" Loud bangs could be heard from down the various corridors. Captain Khan turned to his man, "Tavers. Who do we have watching the side doors?" "Burns and Smith are on the east side and-" BANG!... BANG! BANG! BANG! "They're in the building! Tavers, you and Miggs stay here. You two, west side. Me and the headmaster will take the east." "Yessir!" The soldiers knew what they had to do. ******** Twelve year old Nate Carver stood at the door to his brothers room and watched as his father gave Theo his very special seventh birthday present. He smiled as he saw the same look of amazement on the little boys face that he knew he must have made himself when their dad had done the same for him five years earlier. "Good boy." Anthony was saying to to his second born son, "Very good boy. Daddy loves you so much." "Hmmmmooohhh daddy... " Little Theo was writhing a bit in his fathers arms as he was masturbated gently, "Mmmmmm it feels... good!" Anthony smiled, "I know it does sweetheart. That's why I'm doing it. I love you so much and this is how... " "Ohh... OOOOHHHHHHHHH!" Little Theos body bucked slightly as he enjoyed his first orgasm. "... daddys show their sons how much they love... Oh you are such a good boy!" Anthony let go of Theos twitching cocklet and enjoyed the blissful look on his sons face. After a few moments he lay his now snoozing son down in his bed and tucked him in before quietly leaving the room. Out in the hallway he beamed at his smiling eldest boy, "That's two of you now." "Yep." Nate hugged his dad, "Not long now and Seb can join in our fun too." "Oh god. Time moves so fast it's scary." Anthony stroked his eldest boys hair, "Your hair is getting pretty long. You want it cut or... " "Nah. I like it like this." They broke their hug and Nate looked into his fathers eyes with a cheeky grin, "Besides, maybe... I want you to have something to grab." Anthony returned his sons cheeky smile, "Yeah? You wanna go to mine and your mothers room right now and we can see if you like me grabbing it?" Nate placed his hand on his dads crotch and felt his hard cock through the fabric, "Seems like you do." "Ha! Well yeah." Anthony kissed his sons head, "You know when I gave you your first orgasm I was so hard I immediately found your mother and we made your youngest brother haha." "Haha... Glad I could help." Nate looked lovingly into his dads eyes, "Can we go to your room? Please daddy?" There it was. The sure fire way Nate could get almost anything he wanted, "Oh my little natnat. You know just what to say don't you." Nate smiled, "Of course! I'm your little natnat. I know you love it when I call you daddy." Anthony leaned down and placed his lips on Nates. As their tongues played his hand reached down the front of his sons football shorts and took hold of the twelve year olds rock hard cock, "Hmm... You really want to go to bed don't you?" Anthony lightly squeezed the head of his boys dick causing Nate to gasp slightly, "Y.. Yeah." "Alright then." Anthony lifted his boy in his big strong arms and held his lad close. They continued to kiss as he carried him to his bedroom. Once there he threw him onto the bed where Nate landed, giggling as he bounced. In just a few seconds they were both naked. Anthony stood by the side of the bed and admired his boys smoothe, beautiful body and slender frame, "God I love you." Nate looked up at his father with a cheeky grin, "Show me." Anthony needed no further encouragement. He lay in the bed next to Nate who climbed up on top of him. Once again their lips met and their tongues battled while Anthonys hands travelled up and down his boys back and Nates rubbed Anthonys hairy and muscular chest. Every so often his fingers would feel the bump of one of the many scars that Anthony had from his dangerous work that Nate wasn't allowed to know about yet, his fingertips tracing the lines and circles of old injuries his father had suffered. He lay his head on his dads chest and listened contentedly to the strong heartbeat of the man he loved more than anything in this world. He buried his nose in the thick mat of chest hair and breathed deep enjoying the smell that always made him feel so safe, the smell of his daddy, "Hmmm.... I love you daddy." "I love tou too sweetheart." Anthony stoked his boys hair, "What would you like to do?" Nate smiled, "Anything you want." "No no. Today is all about making my boys happy." Anthony smiled back, "How do you want to cum?" "Hmm... " Nate thought for a moment, "Oh! I haven't drunk your cum for a while. Can we sixty nine?" Anthony smiled, "Of course we can. Go on, turn around and give daddys mouth your cock." Nate kissed Anthony then began moving into position as they heard a knock on the door, "Come in." Anthony called. Mary popped her head into the room, "How did it go with Theo?" Anthony smiled, "He loved it." Mary smiled, "Of course he did. Well, you two be quick. I'm cooking breakfast now and it will be ready in ten minutes." "Okay mum." "Yes dear." Mary smiled and left her husband and eldest son to have their fun while she returned to the kitchen. Nate backed his perfect butt closer to his dads face then passed over it. His bald little balls hung low and dragged over Anthonys lips and mouth before his hard dick was in the perfect position for Anthony to suck it into his mouth which he promptly did causing the young boy to moan just a little. Taking his fathers large penis in his hand Nate guided the leaking head to his lips and kissed the sensitive tip causing Anthony to shudder. Nate smiled to himself, he knew exactly how his daddy likes it and loved making him feel so good. He couldn't wait to show his daddy what he had been practising. Nate suckled the head for a minute before deciding he had teased it enough and finally sucked the head into his mouth gaining a moan of approval from his father, "Mmmmm... " Anthony was giving his boys dick his best making sure to pleasure his son in all the ways he had learned he liked. Every so often his tongue licked up and down the boys hard shaft and sucked the lads balls into his mouth while one hand jerked him off and the other played with the boys arsehole. After wetting his finger with saliva he slipped it inside his son and enjoyed the feeling of the vibrations on his cock as Nate moaned as he sucked his daddys dick. Anthony returned Nates cock to his mouth and kept sucking while fingering the boy. Nate decided it was time to show daddy his surprise. It was a trick one of the older boys had shown him last term at Rockstaff and he had been practising until he got it right. He took the thumb and forefinger of his right hand and using them squeezed the space between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand. He had to squeeze it hard and hold it there for ten seconds. After counting the time in his head he tought, 'I hope I did this right.' He proceeded to open his mouth wide and pushed his head down on the large cock he had between his lips. He felt the dick pushing ever deeper into his mouth before hitting the back of his throat. Here it was, the moment of truth. He waited... It worked! No gag reflex! He pushed more of the large man cock into his mouth feeling it begin to enter his throat. Anthony was beside himself and had to stop sucking Nate to say, "Oh my god! Ohhh my... Oh fuck son! When did you...Hoooo shit!" Nate felt elated. He was making his daddy feel so good. That's all he wanted in this world. He proceeded to move his whole body a little faster ensuring his dads cock slipped in and out of his throat. He was deepthroating his daddy and it felt so good. Anthony was impressed. He had no idea his boy had been working on being able to do this. He had to maintain control though, he had said today was all about pleasing his son. He took Nates cock in his mouth again and really started sucking it just the way Nate liked. The two of them found the perfect rhythm and moved as one to pleasure each other. They could both feel it rising. Nate wanted so desperately to feel his daddys cum shooting right down his gullet and Anthony loved to feel Nates body shudder as he came. Neither had to wait long. After just a few minutes of Nate having his cock sucked Anthony felt the lads muscles tense up. He knew it was coming as gave it one last fast suck to push Nate over the edge. It got him there, "Mmmmmmm!" The vibrations of Nates moans on his cock was enough to cause Anthonys own orgasm to take him. Nate managed to maintain enough awareness to make sure at the moment of ejaculation he forced the cock as deep into his throat as it would go and began to swallow. Anthony was beside himself as his son literally swallowed the cum right out of his cock. This was the most incredible blowjob he had ever had in his life. Nate knew it must have been the best his dad had ever had considering the fact he just kept cumming and cumming. He drained his fathers balls completely before finally allowing the large member to plop out of his mouth and he collapsed on top of the man. Nate let out a small yelp as Anthony removed his finger from his boys hole and the twelve year old dick from his mouth, "Sorry sweetie. You okay?" Nate got up and turned his body back around and smiled, "Yeah. I kinda forgot your finger was in there haha." Anthony smiled at his eldest son, "Okay. That was amazing! How long have you been practising that?" Nate lay on top of his daddy and ran his fingers through his thick chest hair, "A few weeks. A boy at shool showed me how to do it." Anthony wrapped his arms around Nate kissed his sons head, "Well, I must give you a gift to give him when you go back. That was bloody incredible!" "Anthony! Nate! Theo!" A call from downstairs, "Breakfast is ready!" "Nate?... " "Nate." "Nate!" "Huh?! What?!" Nate awoke with a start. He was sat in the passenger seat of the car he and his father had rented as soon as their plane had landed at Heathrow airport. It took him a moment to come out of his dream, "What... Oh man. I fell asleep." "I told you to get some sleep on the plane." Anthony reminded him without taking his eyes off the road, "We're nearly there so you need to wake up." "Okay. Oh man what a dream." Nate remembered dreaming about the first time he had deepthoated his father and realised he was hard as a rock. "It sounded hot." Anthony said causing Nate to look at him, "You were talking in your sleep." Anthony explained with a smile. Nate smiled, "Yeah... Yeah it was." "A steelrod boy?" Anthony asked. "Nope." Nate leaned across and kissed his dad on the cheek, "You." Anthony smiled, "Yeah? What were we doing?" Nate looked dreamily out of the window, "It was the first time I deepthro-" SCREEEEECH! Anthony slammed on the cars brakes and looked at the sight before him. From where they were now stopped on the road he could seen the gates of Rockstaff were utterly destroyed. He looked through wrought iron fencing and saw a damaged van and a crumpled up heap of red metal that... Yes... Yes that's Docs car, "Arm yourself. We're going in hot." ******** Darren Lewis ran as fast as he could through the corridors of Rockstaff. He knew he wasn't allowed to go where he was going. He knew that after all of this he would be going back to bastard Borks. He remembered the warning the headmaster had given him, 'If you even so much as think of going anywhere near him or any of them, if you are ever found near their dorms, if you even look at him, you will be spending an entire week with Mr. Borks.' He didn't care. He knew he had to do this. He rounded the corner into the second years dorm calling the boys name, "Paul?! Paul!" No answer. He ran the length of the corridor still shouting, "Paul!... Paul please!" He waited in the silent hallway, "Listen I... I know you don't want to see me and... I know why. I get it but... We have to get out of here! They're here now! Please Paul! I promise I... I'm so sorry! I... I have to live with what I did to you but I can't let you die here!" Silence. Darren dropped to his knees, "Please... " He began to weep, "I can't live with your death on my conscience too... " The door to the second years bathroom opened slowly. Darren looked towards it and saw the head of Paul Samson poke out. As soon as he saw the boys face he instantly looked back down at the ground. He waited as he heard two set of feet walk up to him. He heard the sweet voice of Paul Samson, "Why... Did you come find us?" Without looking up Darren tried to explain but he had no words. All he could do is sob and say, "I... I'm sorry... I'm so so sorry." Darren heard Pauls bunk buddy Lucas gasp causing him to look up at the boys he wasn't allowed to look at. Neither were looking at him. He followed their gaze to the end of the corridor where he saw the cause of their fear. It was one of them. He stood black clad holding a rifle pointed directly at them. The masked monster spoke, "Well well well. Look what we have here." He bagan slowly walking towards the boys, "Looks like my lucky day! Three pedo spawn just waiting to be blown away haha!" Darren locked eyes with the man and stood up using his body to shield the other two younger boys behind him. "Oh that's very kind of you." The man cocked his weapon, "I think if I get close enough I can put you scum down with just the one bullet. Gotta save ammo you see." The man was just a few feet away from them now, "There are so many of you little rats that need exterminating-OOF!" BANG! In one quick movement Darren pushed the muzzle of the rifle upwards towards the ceiling and kneed the man hard in the balls. He grabbed the weapon and held on shouting to Paul and Lucas, "RUN!" The two boys became yellow blurs as they sprinted past Darren and the attacker in a bid to escape. "You little shit!" The fully grown and trained man was far stronger than Darren. He pulled his weapon from the teens grasp and hit him hard in the face with the butt breaking Darrens nose. Darren fell to the floor as blood began streaming from his nostrils. The man turned his back to Darren and raised his weapon, taking aim at the two fleeing boys. Darren saw they weren't going to make it round the corner and summoning all the strenght he had kicked hard at the back of the attackers knees. BANG! Once again the shot fired up into the ceiling as the man stumbled and turned back to Darren, "You little cunt!" He kicked Darren hard in the stomache a few times before turning back just in time to see Paul and Lucas escape around the corner, "FUCK!" As Darren watched the two boys in yellow disappear from view he smiled through the blood and pain, 'They got awa-' BANG! A single bullet to the head ended the short painful life of Darren Lewis. ******** As Pritchard rounded the corner leading to the first years dormitory he was sure to check to see if any of the enemy were lying in wait. The coast seemed clear. He poked his head into the common room and saw there were no boys in there, 'Maybe Longworth and Shaw are in their room... ' He thought. He turned to walk towards Caleb and Aarons room when he heard the footsteps behind him. He felt his heart jump up into his throat as he spun around and took aim at the end of the corridor. Any second now and he would see them... Then he would fire. His hands shook but he steeled himself, 'Come on! Get it together!' Then it happened. He saw them. Two black clad and masked men rounded the corner. He pulled the trigger and- CLICK! The gun in his hands jammed. He froze in fear as the two attackers chuckled as they looked at him, "Did this little shit just try to shoot us?" "Yeah. Yeah he did... " They began to walk slowly towards Pritchard, "What should we do with him you think?" "I dunno... " One man took a knife and held it up pointing it at Pritchard, "I suppose we could peel his skin off. That might be fun." "They did sonething similar to my little brother." The other man replied, "I don't wanna see that again. Even if it is one of their pedo spawn. Tell you what, I'll have this one. You can have the next." "Fine." The man put his knife away, "Have fun with your revenge." He walked away leaving his comrade to finish off Pritchard. The man put down his rifle and approached slowly, "I like a fair fight and since you don't have a weapon... " He put his own blade on the floor, "... or a knife, I think I'll beat you to death with my bare hands." He continued to approach as Pritchard backed away down the corridor, "It's a dead end dipshit. Nowhere for you to run." "F... Fuck you!" Was all Pritchard could think to say. The man ignored his outburst, "You have no idea how much I'm gonna enjoy this-ARGH!" Pritchard was shocked to see the man fall forward and lie unconscious on the floor. He looked at Caleb who was now holding the neck of the smashed beer bottle the boys used to play spin the bottle. He had broken it over the attackers head. Pritchard approached Caleb and placed his hand on the boys shoulder, "You can be naked wherever the fuck you want from now on... Where's Aaron?" "Here." Aaron said as he exited his and Calebs room while staring at the man on the floor. "Okay, okay good. You boys need to come with me. We need to get to the rally point." Pritchard told them, "Come on." He and Caleb began walking away. They stopped when they realised Aaron wasn't with them. They turned back to see Aaron had picked up the knife and was standing over the unconscious attackers body, "Longworth... Come on." "Do you think... Do you think he was one of the ones who... " Aaron began his sentence but couldn't finish. "Aaron, babe... Please just... Just put the knife down and we can go meet the others at the rally point." Caleb pleaded with his bunk buddy, boyfriend, the love of his life. "He could be one of them. One of the ones who... killed my dad." Aaron shook with rage. His hand gripping the knife tightly as he felt the lust for bloody revenge build up inside him, "Even if it wasn't him he is still one of them. He's still with the people that attacked us, my home, ... my family... They murdered my dad! ... And now... Now these fuckers are HERE! THEY CAME BACK FOR MORE! THE SICK FUCKERS ACTUALLY CAME BACK TO FINISH THE FUCKING JO-" Caleb grabbed Aaron by the shoulders and span him around to look in his eyes, "Aaron! Snap out of it! We need to go!" Aaron came back to reality as soon as he saw the worry in Calebs eyes, "I... I'm sorry... " He dropped the knife, "Let's... Let's get out of here." The three of them began making their way to the rally point. On the way there they ran into Mr. Walker, "Boys. Why are you still in the building?! Get to the rally point now!" "We're heading there now sir." Pritchard replied, "There's one of them unconscious in the corridor of the first year dormitory." Mr. Walker nodded, "I'll take care of it." He began walking in the direction the boys had come from. The boys continued on their way passing the dead body of the attacker they had seen just a few minutes before, the one who had left his comrade alone to kill Pritchard. ******** Tommy Jarvis and Jenny Brown had enjoyed their walk in central park. Fucking with the families and young children there had really become their favourite pastime. Jenny was hungry, "Darling? What would you like to eat when we get back?" "Hmm... I'm in the mood for hot dogs." He replied taking her hand, "How does that sound?" "Delicious." She kissed his cheek with her rough lips. She hadn't felt this alive in years. As the car pulled up outside the building Tommy stepped out first. He walked around to her side of the car and put his hand on the handle to open the door for her but stopped when he looked into the lobby, "Where are our men?" He asked one of his body guards. The body guard looked into the lobby and saw noone but the two electricians working on something low on the wall, "I... don't know sir. They should be there." "Yes... they should." Tommy thought for a moment. ******** "Principal Baxter. We are getting word the others have returned." Bellview said. "Alright then. Tell the men inside to be ready and keep me posted." "Yessir." ******** "Sir. We just got word the others are downstairs." One of the friendly agents informed their team leader Mekus." "Okay. Everyone be ready. Shoot as soon as they get up here." Mekus ordered his men. They moved what dead bodies they had to and took up defensive positions aiming their weapons at the elevator waiting to hear the DING that would signify the next part of their battle had begun. ******** Down at street level Tommy opened the door of the car and held up a hand to stop Jenny who had gone to get out, "Wait here a moment." He closed the door again and looked at the four body guards he had with him, "You two wait here. You two with me. Gimme a piece." One of the men handed him a loaded handgun and he walked into the lobby. He slowly walked along keeping his eyes on the two men in blue overalls. He looked into the tool bag next to one of them as he passed and saw the unmistakable sight of the butt of a glock 19 and instantly knew, 'It's them!' He raised his own weapon and in two shots ended the lives of the two disguised friendly agents. He began running back the way he came and out of the building into the car. Closing the door behind him as his men got in as well he shouted, "Deadhead! Deadhead right fucking now!" One of the body guards took a small device from his pocket and pushed the red button marked, 'Do not press.' ******** Up in the penthouse the waiting agents were distracted by a beeping noise, "What the hell is tha- Hey!" Paldry seeing his chance took off down the corridor as fast as his fat little legs could carry him. He knew what that beeping was and he wasn't gonna stick around for it. As the gunshots rang out behind him he made it to the emergency exit door and pushed through. On the other side he broke the handle ensuring his escape but also making it so none of the men inside could get away. He half ran, half fell down the flights of stairs hoping to get enough distance between him and what was coming. Back inside the penthouse Mekus tried in vain to open the door Paldry had escaped through, "Fuck!" "Sir! I found the source of the beeping. It's a timer." One of his men called out to him. Mekus ran back to him and asked, "A timer attached to what?!" His man looked up, "Look under here." Mekus leaned down and looked at the underside of a table that was used as a makeshift IT space. It was covered in C4. He looked at his man, "How long?" "Nine seconds... " A silence fell over all of them as the beeping continued to tick away their last seconds on earth. Mekus put down his gun, "Gentlemen, it has been an honour and a privilege to serve with you-" BOOOOM! The explosion rocked Manhattans upper east side ******** "Sir! Something's wrong!" Bellview shouted. "What is it?" Baxter asked. "They... They killed our men in the lobby sir. They killed them and now they're fleeing. They're fleeing and... Oh my god..." "What?" Baxter asked, "What is it?!" Bellview looked at Baxter, "They're gone sir. Our entire team. They blew the place up... We lost them all." A silence fell across the room. ******** "So just through these woods right?" The man at the tail end of the line of ten men from team B asked. "Man didn't you study the layout the bosses woman gave us?" Answered the man in front of him. "Nah. I looked at it but I ain't ever been good with maps and shit. Besides..." ... ... "Besides what? ... Dude! Besides what?" The man turned around to find noone there, "Andre? ... Andre?!" "Whats the hold up back there?!" Came a call from up ahead. "I dunno where Andre is! He was just here a second ago!" "How in the hell can he be so stupid he gets lost following along in a line. For fuck sake." The leader of team B was thinking, "Alright you stay back and look for him. The rest of us will go ahead. Cool? ... ... You got that?! ... ... Hey!" "Err sir? I don't see him or Andre." One of the men further back said. "What the fuck are you talking about?! I was just talking to-" THUD THUD. The two severed heads of their fellow attackers were thrown from somewhere and landed where they could all see them, "What the fu-" BANG! BANG! BANG! Three more men dropped to the floor, 'Five down. Five to go." Thought bastard Borks. "WE'RE UNDER ATTACK! ALL OF YOU FORM UP ON M-" The machete, expertly thrown, flew through the air and stopped the man speaking by penetrating his face and brain. He collapsed to the floor instantly dead. 'Four to go.' "RUN!" One of them shouted and they scattered. This is not what bastard Borks wanted. He preferred his prey all in one place so he could off them efficiently. He hated having to chase down scum but he needed to kill them so he picked one to hunt first and made after him. ******** Sergent Selby had done a good job organising the boys at the rally point, "That's right! In your year groups please! Prefects can I get a head count?!" Most of the prefects reported back they had all their boys but the second year prefect reported, "Sergent! I'm missing two." "We're here!" Shouted Lucas Smith as he and Paul Samson joined their fellow greens. "Ah. Okay. I have all my boys then." "I don't." Said the fourth years prefect, "One of mine ran back in." "What? Why?" Sergent Selby asked. It was Paul Samson that answered his question, "He... Darren... He saved us." They all looked at him. Sergent Selby walked up to Paul and placed his hand on his shoulder, "What do you mean?" Paul and Lucas relived their close encounter with one of the 'not friendly' and explained what Darren Lewis had done to ensure their escape. Darrens bunk buddy fell to his knees and wept as his fellow reds gathered around him, crying as they tried to console him. "Very well." Sergent Selby squeezed Pauls shoulder, "Thank you for telling me. Fall in with your year." The two boys joined their fellow second years who were all incredibly relieved to see them alive and well. Sergent Selby looked towards the blues, "Your prefect isn't back yet?" "No sergent." Seb answered. "Hmm... Okay then. Well, we will all wait here unti-" Bang! Bang! Bang! Shots in the distance. 'That didn't come from the school' thought sergent Selby looking towards the wooded area behind the pool and firing range, "We may have a problem here! Prefects! On me!" The six armed boys ran up to sergent Selby and waited for his orders, "I just heard something from the woods. I need to go and check it out. You boys must stay here and keep your boys safe. Understand?" A collective, "Yes sergent!" Was the response he received. "Good lads." Sergent Selby began jogging in the direction of the woods and the gunshots he had heard. ******** Walking the long, winding halls of Rockstaff can be confusing if you don't know your way even if you tried your best to memorise a poorly drawn map made up from the memories of your bosses new bitch but there we go. Mickelson could hear the gunshots echoing down the corridors and wondered how many of the little cunts they had left to kill. He had shot two of their armed guards himself and wondered how many of them they had left to kill too. Funny how the bitch hadn't mentioned them. As he neared the main entrance he heard some voices. He stepped softly and approached. Peeking around the corner he saw two more armed guard with their backs to him. They had their weapons pointed at the large oak doors that were slightly open. "Tavers... Tavers!" "What?!" The man who was evidently Tavers replied. "I think we should call captain Khan." "And report what?!" Tavers snapped, "Just be ready for anything that might come through this door! Those are the captains orders!" "But Tav-" "Shut up Miggs!" Tavers ended their conversation. Neither man had any idea it was their last. BANG! BANG! 'Oh that was just too easy.' Mickelson thought as he stood over their bodies, "Guess you shouldn't have let your guard dow-" BANG! "Good advice." ******** Mary Carver became increasingly worried. She paced back and forth in the headmasters office while Phipps stood by the door. He was of course concerned about anyone getting in but so far his task had consisted of stopping Mary getting out, "Please Mrs. Carver." He pleaded, "You must stay here where it's safe-" "Oh shut up Phipps! Listen to that!" She was clearly indicating the gunshots going off around the grounds, "Nowhere is safe now! At least we can go and help defend the school, defend the boys... defend my sons!" "I understand how you feel Mrs. Carver but we must stay her-" Phipps was interrupted by the two loudest gunshots they had heard yet followed quickly by a third, "The main hallway... must be... " He looked at Mary, "In the headmasters study! Now!" The two of them walked through the side door and waited silently with it almost closed. A few moments later they heard the door to the headmasters office open and some footsteps walk in. The heavy footsteps crossed the floor and stopped. Through the crack in the door Phipps could see the back of a man. It wasn't one of the guards or a faculty member, 'It must be one of them.' He thought. Phipps slowly and silently opened the door and raised his pistol, pointing it directly at the strangers back. He began to squeeze the trigger- "NO!" BANG! A hand grabbed Phipps wrist causing his shot to miss. Mary couldn't believe it. One of them had grabbed Phipps' wrist before he could kill the other one! Now he was pulling him through the door! Phipps' eyes went wide with fear as he saw the face of his attacker! He looked at Mary in shock and saw her raising her weapon. He needed her help! She was ready to shoot the intruder. Phipps raised his hand to her but she didn't see. As she jumped around the corner and began to squeeze the trigger Phipps jumped into the line of fire. She stared at him shocked. "Stop!" Phipps said Mary couldn't believe it, "Wh... Why are you protecting one of the-" Mary stopped when she looked past Phipps and saw a face she hadn't seen in months, "O... Oh my... Nate?" She lowered her weapon as tears filled her eyes, "Nate... Is... Is that really you?" Nate stepped around Phipps and approached, "Hi mum." Mary walked forward and hugged her eldest son, "Oh my darling boy." Nate hugged her back. She had so many questions, "I don't understand. How are you here? I thought you were at Steelrod. Did they dend you to help us? Is that why you came and with... " Mary looked at the man that Phipps had nearly shot before Nate stopped him. The man that still had his back turned and was now, for some reason, steadying himself by leaning on the headmasters desk, "... with this person?" Nate looked in the mans direction then back at his mother, "I can tell you all about it but I think you better sit down first." "Why?" Mary had never liked the way some people patronise her, assuming she needs help, assuming she can't handle shocking or upsetting news without sitting down, "No. Whatever it is just tell me." "Honestly mum... It's pretty big news-" "Nathaniel!" She looked sternly at her son, "I am your mother. You will tell me this instant." Nate sighed and looked over at the man, "Well... " Mary looked at the stranger and watched as an action so simple as to turn on the spot became something else. It wasn't a simple one hundred and eighty degree turn that she saw, it was the lifting of the veil between life and death. In a simple about face she saw reality itself crumble and rebuild all around her over and over and over again just the way she had wished it to happen when she had first lost him. All those long lonely nights she had cried herself to sleep begging in her prayers that it wasn't real, that any moment now everything would change and go back to normal. That he was still here. If anyone could pull off a miracle like that it was her husband... Anthony said the first words he had said to his wife for over half a year, "Hello darling." ... And he just did. Mary immediately fainted and was cradled in Nates arms until he sat her down in the headmasters chair. Anthony turned to Phipps who was still staring at him like he was a ghost. He supposed that to Phipps, he was, "Phipps, nurse Hanson is treating Doc in the infirmary. She could probably use your help. Poor thing almost had a heart attack when she saw me." Phipps cleared his throat, "Ahem... Yes... Yes I imagine she did... I'll go and give her a hand." He walked towards the office door before turning back, "It's good to see you again Carver." Anthony saw something he had never seen before. For the briefest moment he could have sworn Phipps gave him the slightest smile before he left the room. Anthony looked at Nate, "You know what I'm gonna say-" "I stay here and look after mum while you go and find the headmaster. Right?" Nate asked. "And then you will argue that you want to come with me-" "And you will tell me no and give me a long explanation why and I'll end up doing what you say anyway. Well we don't have time for that so... " Nate waved a hand towards the office door. Anthony smiled, "You're gonna make a great agent son." He left the office. ******** "Principal Baxter?" Bellview approached a man who was beating himself up for losing eight good men on his fist ever operation as principal of Steelrod. Baxter looked up, "Yes Bellview." "We got word from our intel guys in NYC. They got the plates of their vehicle and we are still tracking them sir." Bellview knew his words weren't much condolence but still, "I'll keep you posted." "Thank you." Baxter looked back down at the blank paper on his desk. Five of those men had wives. Four of them had children. He had to write their eulogies. If it were even possible he somehow had even more respect for his predecessor. ******** "AAAARRRRRRGHHHHHHSSSSHHHHaaaaahhhhh" Bastard Borks loved that sound. He so rarely got to pull peoples tongues out while they were alive but today was his lucky day! A quick slit of the throat and, 'Three left.' A cracking of twigs behind him caused an automatic reaction. He spun and aimed and fir- "Wait!" He didn't fire. "Wait! Please Mr. Borks I'm friendly!" The man held up his hands, "My name is sergent Selby. I teach the boys-" "I know who you are!" Borks said as he stood up, "I know everyone that comes in! What the fuck do you want?! I'm busy!" Sergent Selby looked at Borks slightly confused. How could he not know what's going on, "Um... Well... Well you see-" "Spit it out!" "We're under attack!" Sergent Selby said. "Yes, I know that!" Borks indicated to the man he had just killed, "Hence why I'm busy! Jesus fucking christ is everyone in this world a fucking moron?!" Borks looked to his left then to his right then back at sergent Selby. He spoke as if to a child, "Two went that way." He pointed left, "One went that way." He pointed right, "I'm going after them." He again pointed left, "And you go after him." He again pointed right, "Do you think you can handle that?" Sergent Selby was by no means a proud man but he would be damned if anyone was ever going to speak to him in such a disrespectful manner... Unless of course that man happened to be the devil himself, or worse... bastard Borks, "Yessir!" He ran off in the direction Borks had pointed him in. Bastard Borks watched him trot away with a scowl on his face. He hated morons interrupting his fun. He began running in the direction of his prey. ******** Calgary was hearing less gunshots now. It could mean that his men had been successful but he doubted it. They had been assured there were at least dozens of the the vermin here to kill but he had only seen a few bodies so far. Sone of them some guards he himself had killed. Then again they had been told nothing about the armed guards and that bell that had rang could have been to order an evacua- BANG! He managed just in time to jump back around the corner he had just come to as the shot was fired in his direction, 'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! None of this was the plan!' He had to know how many there were and to do that he needed to look... He took a few short, sharp breaths then quickly poked his head out and back in. BANG! Another bullet caused some plaster to come off the wall inches from his head, "Two... Okay... There's two of them... I need a distracti-" BANG! Being distracted by the two men firing at him from around the corner Calgary hadn't noticed Anthony Carver creeping up behind him and putting his gun to the back of his head before pulling the trigger. The headmaster and Captain Khan watched the mass of brain and blood shoot out from where they knew their enemy was hiding just before the mans body came into view as it fell to the floor. They exchanged a confused look before the captain called out, "Who's there? Burns? Smith?" Anthony held his gun up around the corner first being sure to show it was aimed upwards. He then slowly walked around the corner. Captain Khan knew he wasn't one of his men and took aim, "Who the fuck are you?!" "It... It can't be... " The headmaster found it difficult to breathe. Captain Khan kept Anthonys head directly in his sights, "You know him?" The headmaster placed his hand on the captains rifle and pushed it gently down. Captain Khan understood and lowered his weapon. The headmaster approached Anthony and reached up to touch his face, "You're real... You're really real." Tears filled the mans eyes. Anthony smiled, "I've been having that effect on people recently." He hugged his old friend, "Hello Benji." For just a moment Benji almost broke down in tears before steeling himself and breaking the hug, "I... I have no idea how... We must discuss this later. Right now-" "There are more important things to worry about." Anthony often finished Benjis sentences, "Where are the boys?" Captain Khan spoke up, "We set up a rally point near the pool. The prefects should have them all there." "Are the prefects armed?" Anthony asked. "Yes." Captain Khan answered, "And trained. We brought them back a week earlier than the other boys to prepare defensive measures and procedures." "Good. Good... Well then we should-" Anthony stopped talking as he saw Lucas Walker come into view. Lucas looked at him wide eyed, "... Ant?" Anthony smiled his same warm smile, "Hello Luke." "...I... " He looked at the headmaster and back to Anthony, "... How?" The headmaster spoke, "Lucas, I understand this is a shock. Truly I do but right now we must remain focused." Lucas stared at Anthony for a few more moments before ahaking hinself out of his state of shock, "Yes... Yes you're right." He looked at the headmaster again, "We have one of them alive. He's tied up in the basemen-" "He let you take him alive?!" It was Anthonys turn to be shocked, "How? They always-" "Kill themselves first. I know. This one was knocked unconscious." Lucas explained. "Did you-" "I removed the fake tooth, yes." Lucas was well versed in the tactics of the 'not friendly', "Cyanide won't help this one escape." The four men looked at each other amazed. None of them had ever heard of one of the 'not friendly' allowing himself to be taken alive, "Well then." Anthony said, "That's gonna be an interesting conversation. In the meantime, how many are left?" They exchanged all the information they had between themselves and came to the conclusion they had accounted for the ten men Miller had reported. Nine dead and one captured. "Very well." The headmaster spoke, "I'll have Phipps collect the bodies and the staff clean up before the boys reenter the building." He turned to captain Khan, "Would you please go and check on the boys and have the Carver brothers report to my office." "Yessir." Captain Khan walked away. The headmaster turned to Anthony, "A cup of tea I think." "Scotch." Anthony replied. "You're probably right." The headmaster agreed. He led Anthony and Lucas back to his office. ******** "Aaron! Caleb!" Callum shouted as he saw them approaching with Pritchard, "Hey guys they're back!" The blues crowded around the last of their year group that had been missing as they returned. They were bombarded with questions that Aaron ignored while he looked at the ground. Caleb tried to take attention away from him by answering whatever questions the boys had. It seemed they all wanted to ask what they had seen in there. All except Seb and Charlie. Charlie was looking at the pain on Sebs face as Seb looked at the pain on Aarons. Seb approached Aaron and simply took his hand and held it gently. Aaron looked up into Sebs eyes and saw it. He knew Seb understood. He broke down in tears hanging onto Seb as if for dear life. Soon all the boys were quiet and surrounding Aaron as he wept. None of them needed to ask what he was feeling. Pritchard approached the other prefects, "That's all of mine. How about you guys? All your boys here?" "All the ones that are coming." Smith answered gravely. Pritchard saw the look on all of their faces and immediately knew, "Who?" "Darren Lewis of fourth year." Smith told him, "Apparently he... " Smith cleared his theoat before continuing, "Apparently he died saving the lives of Paul Samson and Lucas Smith of second year." Smith knew Pritchard would understand the importance of the boys final actions. All the prefects did. "I see... " Pritchard looked around, "Where's sergent Selby?" "We heard gunshots from the woods and he went to investigate." Smith explained. "From the woods?" Pritchard looked in the direction of the tree line behind the firing range, "I thought they attacked from the main entrance... Unless there were two teams of the-" Pritchard froze. He saw a black clad and masked man step out from behind the trunk of a large tree and take aim in their direction, "TAKE COVER!" BANG! BANG! BANG! ... BANG! BANG! As the boys screamed and threw themselves to the floor all were gripped by the fear of death itself. Pritchard crawled over to the mass of blue bodies laid down while shouting, "STAY DOWN! KEEP YOUR HEADS DOWN!" Only those five shots were fired. Pritchard decided to take the risk and raised his head to look at the attacker. He saw sergent Selby standing over the body of the dead man that seconds before had fired three shots in the direction of the gathered boys, "Sergent Selby! Is it clear?!" The sergent looked around him. Further down the tree line he saw Borks exiting the woods holding a bag that was red and dripping. He looked at the sergent and held up the bag. He shouted over, "That's the lot!" Sergent Selby shouted back over to Pritchard, "Yes! That's all of them!" "Fuck me that was scary!" Said one of the fourth year boys, "Hey man, you can get off me now... Come on dude, I wanna get up... Tyler? ... T... Tyler?... " Charlie and Seb heard the voice of Theo, "Jason? Jason! Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck! Wh... What do I do?!" They looked over and saw the third years prefect tending to Ollies wounds as he shouted to Theo, "Put pressure on it!" The eerie quiet that had somewhat fallen over the boys of Rockstaff after the gunshots was slowly replaced by screams and moans. Names were shouted as were calls for medical help. It seemed that the 'not friendly' had achieved at least part of their goal that day. Pritchard jumped to his feet and addressed the first years, "It's okay now boys you can get back up. Look for any injured and do anything you can to help." The lads all started to shakily get to their feet... except Ricky. James noticed Ricky hadn't moved from his face down position and placed his hand on his back, "Ricky? It's okay now man. You can get u-" James stopped talking as he saw the fabric of Rickys bark blue sweat suit turning darker with blood, "R.. Ricky? Ricky?! ... PRITCHARD! RICKYS BEEN SHOT!" AUTHORS NOTE: Hey all. I know. Alot of death in this one. Sadly there are always casualties in war. I hope you enjoyed reading. Have a lovely day X