Chapitre 3: Billy Kramer and The Intruder
"Hello, boys. Long time no see." There in the doorway stood a familiar face to us. Billy Kramer stood before us. Billy Kramer also had a club. They called themselves "The Billy Boys" named after the 1900s gang. Not even original enough to make their unique name. Classic Billy Boys. They were only 6 members, but they were dangerous for high schoolers. They beat innocent kids up, fought outside of school, and much, much worse. This was our first confrontation with him in over a year.
"Kramer," Ash said. "The gay bar is that way, not here."
"You little cunt." He snarled
"Shut up Kramer, what do you want?" Vito asked.
Kramer held up a flash drive. Several. Suddenly it all made sense. We had a traitor.
"So boys, what's on this little guy? Why was it locked away for so long? What's the password?" Kramer snickered. 3 people could have betrayed us. Vincent Dean, Scott Fischer, or Randall Benston. None of them had been seen in a few days by us. But none of them could be trusted. We would deal with them later.
"Kramer, those are blanks. What could you possibly do with them?" Mayhem asked quietly. He didn't break eye contact once. Mayhem was known for this.
"Well, why don't I just get the information outta you?" Kramer leaped towards Mayhem and I intervened. Kramer landed a hit straight in my nose. Didn't hurt too bad, but would show later. I grabbed a nearby stapler, opened it, and struck Kramer on the back three times. Three staples in his back.
"AHHHOOHHH FUCK!" Kramer fell to the floor, red dots appearing through his white shirt. Vito started laughing uncontrollably, and it was then that the real student council member walked in.
"What the hell is going on here?"
"Are you kidding me, Kramer? Twice in a day?" Jackson, the principal, said. Me and Kramer messed up. Fighting discovered by the student council can never end well. It happens often, but this was my first time. Especially with what I did to him. I think Kramer overreacted to the staples but to each his own.
"Yo, hey, Jackson. Norris here attacked me. Simply self-defense, my man." Kramer said as if they were old pals.
"First off, that's Mr. Jackson or sir, you little shit. Second off, I had my witness say that you were the one who instigated the fight. Norris should be the one getting away with self-defense." Jackson sighed and looked down.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Kramer yelled. "Fuck this school!"
Jackson sighed harder this time.
"Kramer, get the hell out of my office. I'll be seeing you in a week once your suspension is over." Kramer stood up, gave both fingers and left. Now it was just me and Jackson.
"Listen, I understand how he is. But I can't have students drawing blood with each other. Now, you should be getting the same as Kramer, but I'll let you off with a 3-day OSS." He said with a smile, which was odd.
"Thank you, sir."
I left school early that day to start my suspension, and to find out who the traitor was.
I approached the safehouse near the edge of the woods surrounding The Pit, and couldn't see anyone there. It was late, about 11 or 11:30. I always got there late at night. I entered and instantly searched the room. There was nothing, although I found the box we keep the flash drive blanks in empty. So it was someone from Kamikaze who screwed us over. My god, our club working against us. Mayhem would love to hear about this. He would be arriving shortly. Until then, I looked for more. The only people who weren't present at the meeting today were Vince, Scott, and Randall. All untrustworthy candidates, but who was it… Then I remembered the hidden camera I and Mayhem had installed for occasions such as this. I saw that one of the shelves had been disrupted, where Ash usually put his expensive items. Whatever, not my problem. I moved the book where it was concealed behind, and much to my surprise, a black piece of duct tape was covering the lens.
Smart.
This meant one major thing. Someone else knew about the camera, and it had to have happened within the span of yesterday, and today. Otherwise, I would have known about it. I ejected the video file and plugged it into the small laptop we used there. It took a long time, but I found it. There, unfortunately, were no official timestamps on the recording, just the option to fast forward and rewind. Great, am I right? By my estimate, around 10:00 PM of today's date, the movement was spotted on the camera. That meant that I had just missed being here by an hour. And what it was, really pissed me off. Someone in a classic Jason Vorhees mask entered the safehouse and placed a piece of tape over the camera.
My mind was racing. I was in a cold sweat. My eyes were flying around the computer screen. I had been staring at the same freeze frame for 20 minutes. I did the only thing I know how to do in these situations, I picked the laptop up and slammed my head through the screen. By the end, it looked like I had been jumped and stabbed in the face. But, none of that mattered right now. All that mattered, was taking this traitor down. But how would I go about it…
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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