Outside, a monster of a pink Cadillac was idling in the schoolyard. A dozen guys, two of whom I recognized as the bandits I had sent packing, stood around the car. Some of them were training guns on the school's windows. I did a double take at the car itself - not only was hot pink decidedly too garish for our new grey-friendly color scheme, but the hood was decorated with an assortment of severed dolls heads. Several of the men even had mohawks - real ones. I was beginning to feel like a bit of a liar for not shooting myself sooner. One guy in particular, dressed in what looked like cut up monster-truck tyres, lifted a megaphone and started proclaiming assorted nonsense. It revolved around his Lordship of the Ashen Lands and other horseshit I chose to ignore. "Friends of yours Chucky?" I asked my captive. He only grinned wider and flipped me off. "Then lets get re-acquainted." I grabbed his desk and heaved it to the open window, putting him on clear display. Then I hit the deck, grabbing Junior as I went. http://ficlets.com/feed/story/30929