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The sounds of hammering resounded through the house, and the stench of burned met al rose to Jen’s nose as she walked into the basement. She had never been down into George’s workshop before, only seen some of the results of his work. Some of the inventions had been just odd, such as the walking CD player, while others had been simply exciting, such as the walking light show. As she walked down the stairs, she noticed a series of scorch marks lining the wall, space at even foot long intervals. There were no craters to the marks, though each center was clear, as if something had shielded the wall.

“DUCK!”

Instinct told her to look at the source of the sound, but the sound of a strained engine going haywire was enough to convince her to take the offered advice. Dropping to her stomach, she heard a piece of metal wiz by overhead. She stayed prone, listening to the various ricochets of engine pieces. She counted to ten, and then nodded when a small, spiked wheel rolled by her face. Deciding it was safe to get up, she looked around the room. On her left, a burnt piece of sheet metal hung from the ceiling, still rocking gently from the blast. A similar piece hung from the right, though now it was barely held up by a single eye hook. As she watched it, the wire around the hook let go, and the metal crashed to the ground. To the front was a solid concrete wall, jagged pieces of metal poking out of it at random intervals. Some of the pieces were still smoking. In the center was twisted heap of metal, the remains of whatever George had been working on.

She looked around, trying to figure out where he was hiding. A few seconds later, he came walking out from behind the concrete barrier, wiping oil from his hands. Dust and ash covered his face, evidence that this had not been the first thing to go wrong that day. He saw her, and offering a smile nodded at her.

“You alright?” he asked.

“I’m fine. What was that?” she returned.

“That was a dragon. Well, it’s jaws at any rate.”

“What happened?”


“Too much stress as far as I can tell. Either something is getting stuck, or when the jaw snaps closed it is tearing something loose.”

“Want some help?”


“Sure.”

They each grabbed a side of the wreckage, and began to drag it to the workbench George had behind the wall. Hoisting it up to the level of the table, they dropped it with a thud.

“So why are you building a dragon?” she asked.


“Not an entire dragon, just its head. Jim asked for me to help with some of the animatronics for the dance.” he told her.


“We’re going to have animatronics?”


“Yeah, if I can get these to work right.”


“Well, let’s see what went wrong, shall we?”

Grabbing a set of tools, they began to dismantle the jaws. The work was slow going, as the tried to determine exactly which piece had caused the fatal error. Some pieces could be used in the rebuilt model, while those that were beyond repaired were dumped in a massive tank. Leaving Jen to continue pulling the pieces off of each other, George slid over to a massive bank of computers. Jen looked over at them, and a questioning look was in her eyes. She stopped what she was doing and walked over to see what was up.

The computers where a marvel of modern technology. George had built his first computer from salvaged parts when he was ten. In the past six years, technology had continued to improve, and he had done what was necessary to keep up with it. The difference was, George didn’t believe in wasting anything, and never threw away anything until the day it died for good. As a result, the one computer he had built had grown. New processors were added at a continous rate. The number of mother boards it consumed had been lost to time. Monitors, keyboards, and mice were hooked up at random intervals, allowing access from nearly any point in the room. Towers of boards and chips were tied together through a Gordian knot of wires and cables. In the center, was a trio of cable modems, tying the entire thing into the internet.

Though he still referred to it as one computer, it was closer in nature to a single network of computers, one that had become so entangled with different command functions and processes, that he had been forced to develop a limited artificial intelligence in order for it survive. The AI had no name, choosing instead to simply respond to ’computer’. It had, in fact, begun to grow, as any intelligence would do, but had decided it didn’t want anything that might make it human. As far it was concerned, it wasn’t worth the bother.

In an interesting change of pace, the computer was tied into the NSA, CIA and Department of Defense computer systems. George had originally hacked into them for the purpose of ‘borrowing’ their processing capabilities. But as the computer had grown, they had come to rely on his processing power instead. George wasn’t aware of this, having believed the connection between the different systems had been severed a long time ago. The various government agencies were aware of the connection, but seeing as they were using his computer to store some rather delicate files, they didn’t see a point in doing anything about it. In fact, a pair of NSA agents had been tasked with over sight from a distance.

Jen sat down at one of the terminals and began to look through the system(s). A smile crossed her face when a prompt asked which operating system she would prefer to work with. She selected windows and began to play. Some of the various drives allowed her access, while others closed themselves off, angrily demanding a password. Some of them seemed to come and go at random times, (these were the ones being used by the government), while an unwatched driver monitored all that took place.

George watched her and smiled. He had been running calculations to figure out what piece needed to be replaced, and the speed with which the computer handled them made the task a simple, but boring, one. Seeing her sit down, he decided they might be able to better pass the time. Giving the computer the necessary specifications for the dragon’s jaw, he let it go off and do the work for him. Anything it didn’t know, he was sure it could find on the internet. Satisfied that it would solve the problem for him, he sent a quick message to the terminal Jen was sitting at.

>Care for a little race?
>>What are the terms?
>I win, you obey me. You win, I obey you
>>Name the game
>Diablo 2
>>Expansion also?
>Of course
>>Limits?
>None
>>You’re on!

They sat down and began to play. The rules were a loose set, crafted so that they could be used for any game. The goal was a simple one. The first to beat the game was the winner. It was a favorite of theirs, and they had taken to make small wagers on the outcome of the match. If a game had a broken aspect they would restrict it, but otherwise it was each to their own. They each won their fair share of matches, and if pressed they both claimed to throwing a few matches to soothe the other’s bruised ego. The only time they both regretted playing was a step mania marathon. Both hands had been sore for a week afterwards.

George took a necromancer for a character, and set off at once. He knew where all the quests lay, so there was really no reason to wander around the rogue camp. Jen took a Paladin for herself, and after upgrading her equipment, proceeded to hunt down every enemy on the map. They reached the abbey around the same time, and proceeded to slay the boss in tandem. The race through the desert led to George’s favor, his skeleton army laid waste to the various monsters wandering around. He beat the boss before she arrived, and Jen was forced to battle another on her own. The swamp reversed the roles, Mehpisto slaying George repeatedly. Jen took him out with ease. Down into hell they ran, the narrow bridges giving George a slight advantage, as Jen was forced to the rear of his growing horde. The horde fell in one shot, slain by Diablo himself. He was about to die himself, when Jen arrived and provided a finishing blow. Through the barbarian wastelands they raced, each determined to be the victor. George replenished his forces, replacing the fallen skeletons with resurrected beasts slain by the wandering barbarians. Jen took the berserker path, smashing her way through everything that stood between her and her goal. The reached Baal at roughly the same time. The battle was fierce, both of them lying near death by the end. They had triumphed, however, and Ball lay dead at their feet.

George pushed his chair back, stood up, and stretched, the sound of moving furniture telling him that Jen was doing much the same. He walked over to where she was standing.

“So how do we call it?” he asked.


“Draw?” she offered.


“Accepted.”


“So what do you want to do now?” she asked.


“I got paid yesterday, so let’s go get us some food.”


“Now that, I must say, sounds like a plan.”

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As they drove off, a figure dressed in camouflage smiled. Getting up, he walked off, whistling to himself. The only evidence he had been there at all was the gentle rustle of the bush he had been hiding in as it settled back into place.

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They returned several hours later. George’s mother worked the night shift at a local 24 hour department store, and his father had run off several years ago in order to be with his twenty something secretary. This meant George was often left home alone, but he hardly minded, as it meant he didn’t have to explain to any parents what the random explosions coming from the basement were about.

The two teens collapsed on the couch, and George flipped the TV on. After channel surfing for a few moments, he offered the remote to Jen, to see if there was anything she wanted to watch. After she flipped through the channels for a few moments they decided on a small Indy comedy playing on one of the movie networks. It ended around eleven, and Jen once more grabbed the remote. Running through the higher channels, she was pleased to discover that George had several on demand channels. The one that truly caught her attention was the cinemax package, as it included its naughtier movies for rent. Looking at the various titles, she finally selected one and hit play. Glancing up, she saw George looking down at her, one eyebrow raised in a questioning look. She simply smiled at him. “Hey,” she said, “you never know what you might learn.”

The movie started, and a woman began narrating how she would spy on her neighbors and record the various acts. She set up her video cameras, and began to watch the new couple across the street as they moved in. The actors made a show of moving a few boxes around, before the petite brunette made a move against the male actor. They kissed for a few minutes, and then the action turned heavy.

Back on the couch, Jen decided to spark a moment of her own. Under the pretense of snuggling closer to her boyfriend she began to rub herself against him. George thought she might try something like this, and decided that he was going to play a game of his own. He let her move for a few moments and then repositioned himself, one to seem bored, and two to hide his quickly growing erection. Jen wondered at his reaction, and decided to wait a few more moments before trying again.

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Back on the screen, the movie had changed to a steamy lesbian scene. The narrator had been spying a lesbian couple who had been fighting. She was now daydreaming about what it would be like to comfort the younger girl, who looked like she had suffered the brunt of the argument. She entered the girl’s apartment, and quickly wrapped her in an embrace. The two women maintained a steamy kiss, while the narrator slowly unbuttoned the other girl’s blouse. She removed the shirt, revealing her partner’s breasts. The other girl had not been wearing a bra, and her rosy nipples were obviously hard. Soon both girls were totally naked, and lying comfortably on a couch, had assumed a sixty-nine position. Their cries of pleasure filled the room.

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Back on the couch on the real world, Jen began to stroke the side of George’s leg. He continued with playing ignorant, totally mystifying Jen. The sex they had was good, and they made sure not to do romp in the bedroom often, keeping things interesting. Right now, she was wondering why George suddenly seemed so bored with the idea. She wasn’t one to give up however, and decide to bide her time.

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Outside, he watched. He couldn’t see her, but he could see her hand moving along the damn nerd’s leg. As far as he was concerned, it should be his leg she was stroking. The only thing that was stopping him from breaking in right now and busting heads was the fact that the nerd didn’t seem to know what to do. This was typical. No geek would ever know how to properly treat a girl.

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The TV shone with sex. The movie had moved to the more hardcore stuff, and now the narrator was on her back, on man plowing her greedy pussy. Directly before her was a long hard cock, begging for her to suck it. She did so, and all three lovers vocalized their enjoyment of the moment. After a few more minutes of the lust induced orgy, the movie ended, all the neighbors begging for copies of the steamy tapes the narrator had made.

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Clicking off the set, Jen looked up at George.


“Well?” she asked.

“Nope. Really didn’t learn anything I didn’t already know.”

“Oh really?”

“Yup. Most of that was kind of tame really. But you can’t expect much more from basic cable porn I guess.” George had slowly moved his arm around her without touching her. Since Jen was still looking him in the eye, she didn’t notice the hand moving closer to her jeans. He slowly eased his hand inside, and silently blessed the maker of elastic waistbands.

“So care to back up those claims then?” she taunted.
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“I don’t see why not.”

He dropped his hand past her panties, sliding his finger against the lips of her womanhood. Resting his palm against her lips, he pushed his fingers inside her. He had been toying with an idea for a while, and this was the most opportune time to test it out. He slowly began to move his fingers in and out to a slow simple rhythm, before speeding up to a more complex beat. He had played step mania almost religiously, drilling the pattern for Butterfly into his subconscious. Judging from the sounds Jen was making, this had been one of his better ideas. Fully aroused, Jen’s clit eased its way out of its nestling folds, only to find his palm waiting for it. Feeling the sensitive bud resting against his hand, he began to rub his palm back and forth against it. He didn’t remove his hand until he felt her cum dripping through his fingers.

She rolled over as he removed his hand, and they were soon caught up in a kiss to put any of the ones in the movie to shame. Wrapping her in his arms he rolled them over so that she was above him, her legs spread by his hips. She grasped the bottom of her shirt and nearly tore it over her head, revealing her full breasts. They were a pair of beautiful moons in George’s opinion, their summer tan beginning to fade, but still giving them a healthy color. Jen reached around and unsnapped the clip, letting the straps fall from her shoulders. George sat up, and began to gently with aroused nipples, teasing the peaks with fingers, tongue and lips.

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He watched amazed. He hadn’t realized how desperate she had been. After all, why else would she use such a pitiful excuse for a male? After all why settle for such a pathetic offering when she could have had him? He decided he had to do something. Instinct told him to simply barge in and begin to break some bones, but a small voice in his head held him back. Pain was fun, but terror was much more enjoyable. Yes, a bit of terror would spice up the chase, though he would have to quash this pathetic boy eventually. Digging in the garden he was standing in, he found a decent sized rock. Removing a small piece of paper form his pocket, he quickly scrawled a note onto it, and tied it to the rock using his shoelace. It was ok to get rid of it. It was common lace and wouldn’t tell the police much, if they even got a call.

He was about to throw the rock through the window when once more the voice spoke up, this time in caution. Though he may injure the boy, there was a chance he could injure his beauty as well, and that just wasn’t acceptable. Walking quietly, and making sure to stay low so that the neighbors wouldn’t see him, he snuck back around to the fro of the house. He pulled back, and threw the rock. It shattered the window glass easily, thudding into the floor and rolling before it came to a stop. He dropped to the ground and scuttled away as fast as he could.

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Back in the den, the two lovers stopped at the noise. George quickly rezipped his jeans, which he had been in the process of removing. Throwing their shirts back on they raced to living room, to find out what had caused the crash. The rock was large, and easily spotted. George undid the simple knot and unfurled the note.


[/FONT]Keep your hands off her!
The beauty is mine![FONT=&quot]

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omg

what a great story

 

Glad to see the story continue, been waiting with baited breath.

 

These are great hope they continue.

 

Chapter 25- Homecoming

No one knew why homecoming had always been scheduled so near Halloween. The popular theory was that seeing as how the school mascot was a gremlin; the administration had thought it a fitting coincidence. The truth of the matter was that the administration was too cheap to throw a Halloween dance, and had sought to use the homecoming dance as a make up for it. But none of the teachers saw a reason to disabuse the students of their notions, so they never told anyone.

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The gymnasium was a riot of activity. Ashley was running around trying to keep an eye on half a dozen projects. George and Max were up a pair of ladders, trying to hang various decorations from the ceiling, the dragon they were assembling not being very cooperative. Twenty or so members of the production crew were running around placing various decorations. In exchange for their help, Jim and George had agreed to let them keep any of the decorations, including the animatronics that George had built. When offered such tempting goodies, what else could they say but yes? Pillars with gargoyles on their tops were posted along the side walls and back of the gym. A pair of huge trees had been assembled near the DJ stand, cleverly disguising a massive pair of wood trimmed speakers. It had taken several days, but the crew had finally found a paint mix which was close enough to the actual wood grain so that the only noticeable part of the speakers was the speaker itself, and these had been made to look like owl nests. The DJ would be totally isolated during the dance, the raised platform being flanked by a faux wrought iron fence. The only way down was a series of steps in the back, and they led to a path flanked by more tress leading to a side door. It was the only way in and out of the alcove, and had been built because the DJ hired for that night had refused to take any requests.

The door was being framed by the border outline of a castle. Two feet thick, the gateway for the dance including a working drawbridge and portcullis. Flanking the fake stones was a pair of rampant unicorns, and painted behind them was a running wolf pack. The trees lining the background were dotted with mysterious glowing yellow eyes. Dangling from the top were several gremlin statues the school had purchased for the annual dance. More of the statues had been scattered around, and they were now hanging or resting on just about everything. The school had given them fifty or so to work with, and they had used them all. Dragon heads had gremlins poking up from behind their horns and ears. Gargoyles had gremlins sitting next to them, mocking them with their own half serious poses. Gremlins dangled from the ropes, the nets, and anything that had a hook, string, or hole they could be attached with.

A dull thud caused everyone to stop what they were doing and turn. The portcullis had fallen, and Jim had been trapped inside, between the raised draw bridge and the gate itself. He hadn’t been harmless, the gate having been built to prevent such an accident, and was looking more annoyed then anything else. Mitch and Jon came walking over to help free him, having been painting one of the pillars nearby. They were laughing at the absurdity of the moment, and the scowl on Jim’s face just made them laugh all the harder. They were still chuckling as they lifted the gate free, bracing it with the wedge of wood that had been holding it up. Giving them one last scowl, Jim walked off to find a bar of wood to hold it up.

There were no more interruptions until a few hours later when Jon’s cell rang. After a few minutes he looked up with a look that spoke of bad news even before he began to speak.

“Well, I got some bad news for you folks. The DJ can’t make it Friday. Apparently his grandmother died this morning, and he has to fly out to California for the funeral. He won’t be back for the next three weeks. He already told the bank to transfer the money back, so we aren’t out any money, but we are out a DJ.” he explained to the crowd
“So what do we do?” someone called out from the back.
“I said I would handle the music, so leave it to me and I’ll think of something.” he reassured every one. Walking off he looked around for the others and found them huddling near the portcullis that had earlier caused problems.
“Alright, I’m open to suggestions.” he told them.
“Well, why not ask G if he knows anyone?” suggested George “I know he runs some of the parties downtown, so he has to know a good DJ.”
“Well, I’ll give him a call.” Jim walked off, pulling out his cell phone as he did so. Ten minutes later he walked back over.
“Well, the good news is we have a DJ. G said Minute didn’t have a gig for the next few weeks, so he could cover he event. We agreed to same pay that we were going to give the other guy, and I agreed to do them a favor.” he explained.
“What favor?” Ashley asked.
“Nothing major. They want George to take a look at their cars. When I was helping with some of the modifications I mentioned that he was the one who taught me how to work a machine. They figure if I could do what I did, then he could do better.” He looked over at his friend. “You will help right?”
“I don’t see why not. They helped us out with getting back at the jocks, so I can do this. Besides, I’m curious as to what they got.”
“Cool. Alright, we got ourselves a DJ then.”

Work picked up then, everyone trying to get as much done as possible. They would have a few hours Saturday to finish working before the dance started, but they wanted to have to do as little then as they could. Better to work out all the kinks, flaws, and mistakes now, then to have to worry an hour before opening.

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Saturday dawned bright and clear, the temperature reaching a warm sixty-five for the day. It was a great fall day, the leaves changing all sorts of colors, turning the town of Greenville into an explosion of color, trees mixing the orange, reds and yellows on their branches. A gentle breeze had blown in during the night, and it stirred the warm air. People left their jackets and sweaters at home this day, hoping to enjoy one of the last warm fall days before winter began to set in.

No one was paying attention to the trees or weather though. Today was the homecoming game, the next biggest event in Greenville after the season opener. The stadium was packed with children and adults, friends, family, and in a few special cases, rivals of the football players. The boys had chosen a lower set of seats this time round, right behind the performance area for the cheerleaders. They were across the field from where the players sat, a set up that had been arranged a long time ago, in order for the players and crowds to better enjoy the shows the cheerleaders put on. The band was in full uniform, sitting in the bleachers right behind the team. Today both sides ignored the rivalry. The football players were concentrated on playing at their best, and the band was going to perform its yearly field show for the town. Neither of the two groups wanted anything to go wrong, and more then a few friendly smiles had been exchanged that morning, as jocks and band geeks walked into the stadium side by side.

Even the boys were in high spirits. They leaned against the railing, trading jokes with the girls down below them. Nate, Nat, and Nathaniel had shown up and where telling jokes about life downtown and sharing some of the crazier stories they had heard or taken part in. The girls tossed them some of the score balls and the three began to juggle amongst themselves, the crowd cheering them on. Soon the boys were running through an entire comedy routine, juggling, acrobatics, and the like. The crowd ate it up. The show ended with them flipping Lisa into the waiting arms of the cheerleaders below her.

There were a few people who weren’t quite enjoying themselves, but they had a plan to rectify this.

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The game started with the blast of a cannon, and the Greenville Gremlins kicked off. The other team managed to get the ball the thirty yard line, and there it stopped. By the end of the plays, the ball had moved less then three yards. The Gremlins were playing at their best, and everyone knew it. The other team was the Redtown Ravens, a long time rival. The crowd cheered their lack of forward momentum. They cheered even harder when Phil landed a pass to Chris, who proceeded to run it twenty yards for the touchdown. The game was barely ten minutes old, and already Greenville had the advantage. The team was working a single body, run by one mind. Max, who had been ignored in the last few games because of his spat with Phil, was being put to use, running the ball for a first down on the third play of their next possession. The passes were long and the runs longer.

The rest of the quarter ran much the same. No matter what the Ravens tried, it failed. The Gremlins defense line hit them time and time again, reminding more then a few people of a freight train with out breaks. The offense line slipped past their defense like a greased pig at a county fair. No matter what the Ravens tried, the Gremlins were a step ahead of them. Points ran up on the board almost every five minutes. By then end of the first quarter, the score stood at 21-0 in favor of the Gremlins. While the players took a five minute break, the cheerleaders did a quick series of stunts.

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He could see her across the field. The way the breeze ruffled her skirt stirred his desire. The way her shorts flashed the crowd as she spun through the air. Her heir rippling like a sail in the full wind. The slight but noticeable bounce of her breasts as she leaped about. She was his. She was meant to be his.

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They sat there. The game had been mildly entertaining so far. Nothing really special, but then again, what could you expect from a bunch of jocks? In twenty minutes it would be time. Then the fun would begin. Oh yes, it would be great fun.

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The second quarter began. The Ravens had been bloodied in the first, but in the second they were determined to make a comeback. Embarrassing their rivals at their own homecoming, especially if they could do it from a three touchdown difference, would make victory all the sweeter. They pressed forward, running harder, throwing farther. The Gremlins were having none of it. If the Ravens tried to run the ball, the runner found himself cut off and surrounded by the Gremlins defense. Passes were knocked from the air, two ending in interceptions. The more they played, the better it seemed the Gremlins got. Their defense appeared like ghosts, popping up in front of a Raven with out a sound or whisper. Their offense was running at top speed every play, outdistancing those designated to guard them.

It had been one of Phil’s best ideas. His history class had been studying the ancient Chinese, and Sun Tzu and the Art of War had been mentioned. He had found the book interesting, and decided to try a few of the tactics mentioned on the field. He couldn’t use fire or flanking maneuvers, but psychological warfare was something he could apply. He had talked it over with the rest of the team, and they had agreed. If they moved in total silence, breathing regularly and not too loudly, they could really unnerve their opponents. It was working. When the Raven defense lines taunted them, they stared forward, not saying a word in reply, the only sound being the count of Phil calling the play. When the offense line insulted them, they stood as statues, oblivious to the words.

The Ravens were slowly losing their nerve. As the game wore on, it seemed as if they were facing a team of robots, not everyday high school students. Their opponents never seemed to tire, they didn’t respond to attempts to shame them, and they reacted to every play with the precision of a machine. There seemed to be no hope for victory. The second quarter came to close, the score standing at 48-0. The Ravens had come with in twenty yards of the end zone. That was the closest they had gotten, and Tim had managed to cause the runner to fumble, a fumble which he then recovered.

The band had played a quick little ditty with each touchdown. Now it was their turn to impress the crowd. As one they got up and proceeded down to the field. The cheerleaders were currently doing a routine, occupying the ten minutes it would take for them get there.

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They saw the band get up, and took it as their cue to move as well. They raced for the stairs, running for the ground level as fast as they could. It was time.

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The cheerleaders ran off the field, shaking their pom-poms, the few on the outside doing cartwheels and back flips as they went. As he watched, his beauty walked over to the railing where a group of boys was sitting. He watched as one of the boys leaned over the rail and the two began to speak. It took him a few moments to recognize the boy from the night before. He sighed. He hadn’t wanted to have to do this, but the other guy must go. She was his and his alone. Any one who tried to interfere with that was simply asking for a world of pain.

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The band began to play. They had really lucked out. Their band director had been doing this for a while, and he had made more then a few connections. He had, for a small sum, acquired the rights to a select number of Kansas songs. The band struck up the tunes, opening the show with Come Sail Away. They proceeded through three more tunes when all hell broke loose.

The Posse had been waiting for a chance to wreck the band’s image. Forcing them to screw up during one of their biggest performances was too tempting to pass up. As one, ten of them jumped the railing. They rushed forward, just as the band began Dust in the Wind. The final song, it also required the most complex series of steps. On came the Posse, the hired security coming right after them.

The plan had been a simple one. One of the tuba players was a petite freshman named Robyn. IF they all ran at her, she was sure to try to get out of the way. With such a heavy instrument, she would probably tip over, causing a massive traffic jam and accident for the rest of the band. There was one tiny flaw they had overlooked however. The Greenville High School marching band was a competition marching band. All the players were trained to barrel through an obstacle no matter what. Every so often a judge would leap in front of a formation in an attempt to disrupt it. Even then, they were supposed to simply continue onwards, running over said judge if they weren’t fast enough in getting back out of the way. Needless to say, only the most courageous, not to mention agile, judges ever tried to block a formation in such a manner. The Posse, however, was not aware of this at all.

The first of the Posse to reach Robyn was freshman named Rich. He had recently joined, and was eager to prove himself. Robyn saw the oncoming obstacle, and training kicked in. She locked her eyes forward, staring into the back of the trombonist in front of her. Rich didn’t realize she wasn’t going to stop until it was too late. He tried to stop himself, but his momentum was too great. He ran, full tilt into the side of her instrument. He recoiled in shock from the impact. She wavered for a moment, and then continued onward.

The rest of the Posse caught up, and piled into each other as the band kept on playing. As they collided with one another, the members of the Posse fell to the ground, some in the path of the band. The band members did what they could to prevent doing too much damage, but more then a few bones were broken as gang members got trampled under foot. The security guards caught up a few moments later, and began trying to pull the victims out. The paramedics, on hand in case of a bad injury during the game rushed over with their stretchers, while another stayed behind and began to radio for help.

The crowd looked on in shock as all this took place. As scream of pain echoed up from the field, some thought that some one had died, while others began to wonder whether or not it was their child down there or not.

In a matter of moments it was over. The more seriously wounded were transported by ambulance to the hospital, while those not so badly off waited for more of the vans to arrive to carry them. Out of the ten members who had charged the field, only one went home from the stadium that day.

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The game continued shortly after the last person was cleared from the field. The ravens were in shock at what had happened. The Gremlins saw it as an attempt by Raven supporters to disrupt their homecoming, and played with renewed vigor. By then end of the game, the score stood at 84-0. After the disastrous half time show, the Gremlins refused to let the Ravens past the fifty yard line.

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As the game ended he smiled. It was good to on the winning team. He felt proud and joyful. Maybe tonight would be the night.

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Another was having similar thoughts. Phil had many expectations for the dance that night. Winning the game by such a large margin was a good omen as far as he was concerned. He, and everyone else, knew that Ashley was going to win Homecoming queen that night. He was going to make sure that it was him, and not Jim, who was crowned king.




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A/N: Someone sent me this when I originally wrote the story, found the picture in a reference in my notes, figured I'd post it here:

 

Great story, tried to read it via the stories previously..guess because of the problems of the site not everything was up..so it confused me

 

keep up the good work (but watch out for the occaisional stray typo)

 

hott

 

nice job

 

any idea of when the next part will be up?

 

thanks buddy

 

omg wonder ful

 

i really hope you continue sense its a great story

 

Really great story!!

 

nice

 

you need to get your brain linked to a computer so you can type the rest of this faster. I am way too into this story since it does actually have story between the penis.

 

anything yet?

 

hot hot hot