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@"THE PAYBACK BOY" By Andrew Campbell 1993



 "If you ever say that to me again, I'll slice off your pecker and
feed it to your sister. Comprende?"
 Jason Hock nodded fearfully, pushing Kelly behind him. The teacherless
class was silent now - all heads were facing the situation that had
recently formed around the desk at the back of the second row.
 All that could be heard was the gentle flickering of the science
room's bunsen-burner flames. The windows offered nothing but a dull
view of a chilly, cloudy, autumn Monday.
 The bully who was currently threatening Jason and his sister was known
globaly around the school as "Steel". His real name was Fred Slater and
he had acclaimed his nick-name through three years of violence.
 "Now," Steel commanded in a low voice. "I want you to get down on
your knees and lick my shoes."
 Jason shook his head. "Please..."
 "Do it or I'll set fire to your sister's pubes."
 Jason swallowed and looked down at Steel's filthy, black Dr Martins.
They were caked around the edges with dog shit.
 "Please," he whimpered, pushing Kelly further away. "Don't make me-"
 "Do it." Steel interrupted harshly.
 The class stared on as though watching a gripping movie.
 "The teacher might come." Jason suggested weakly.
 Steel tugged at Jason's hair. The boy howled with pain.
# "Just fucking do it you tight, red-lipped pussy!"
 The class began to titter and whisper frantically. Kelly began to bawl
harder than ever. She was a plump girl with glowing cheeks and dark
brown hair.
 "Shhh, Kelly." Jason said to her, tears rolling down his cheek. He
pushed away her protesting hands as he knelt down to lick the bullies'
soiled shoes.
 His tongue was a centimetre away from making contact, when the door of
the classroom crashed open and someone stormed inside. Footsteps, fast
and hard, thumped across the floor.
 Steel swung around, expecting to see the wimpish science teacher. But
it wasn't the science teacher.
 In fact, it wasn't a teacher at all.
 It was a tall boy dressed in a black trenchcoat with triangular
collars lifted around his neck. His skin was white and smooth and
high-lighted his simple, handsome facial features. His eyes were deep
blue, his lips were narrow, pinkish and firmly closed and his hair was
black, styled and overhung his forehead in leaf-like strands.
 Hands in pockets, he was heading towards Jason, Kelly, and the bully.
 "What the fuck is this?" Steel chuckled, examining the boy's clothing
and pale face with apparent disgust.
 The stranger marched quickly between the first and second rows of
desks with over thirty pairs of eyes staring at him excitedly. His coat
lashed like a cape behind him and his shoes thumped, not tapped, across
the floor.
 "Who the hell-" Steel began crossly, but his words were lost when the
boy shouted at him.
 "Shut up."
 Steel's eyes widened into shiny compact disks. No one, EVER told him
to shut up. No one in the entire world.
 "Don't you-" he started, but he was cut off once again.
 "Shut your mouth."
 "Come here and-"
 "Shut up."
 "I'm gonna-"
 "I said shut up."
 "I swear-"
# "I said SHUT UP."
 "I'll-"
# "SHUT UP."
 "You're-"
# "SHUT THE FUCK UP."
 The boy stormed directly up to an infuriated Steel and avoided a badly
timed over-head swing. He took hold of the bully by his jumper sleeves
and rammed him into the wall beside the window.
 Jason and Kelly shuffled quickly away from the action, both utterly
speechless.
 "Get the fuck off me!" Steel roared, feet dangling in the air.
 "Shut up!" the boy bellowed once again.
 "You'll-"
# "I said SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
 The boy took hold of Steel's cheeks, one in each hand, and ripped them
from his face as though he were pulling sticky tape from cardboard
packaging.
 Steel's own trembling hands latched onto the boy's wrists. The entire
population of the on-looking class screamed with horror. Most of the
kids nearest to the classroom door used it as quickly as they could,
whilst others, including the Hocks, remained stunned to the spot.
 Steel's inner-molars and bleeding gums were completely visible from
either side. He looked like he was grinning broadly into the pale boy's
face.
 "Noooo!" he shrieked, blood gushing down his chin. His mouth opened up
wide and every one of the witnessing children screamed, some falling
backwards off their chairs in horror.
 "Shut up!" the boy repeated, dropping Steel's cheeks to the floor.
They landed like wet rags slapping against kitchen linoleum.
 "I kill yooooou!" Steel howled.
 "Didn't I say..." the boy began. He grabbed Steel's lower jaw,
fingers hooking behind the row of bottom front teeth, and tore it out
of his face in an explosion of hot blood and bone. "...shut up?" he
finished and tossed the freshly amputated human remains onto a nearby
desk. It landed with a sickening crack in front of two girls who
stared at it for a few seconds before screaming and throwing up their
dinners.
 Steel was at last unable to speak. He slid down the wall by a metre
and sploshed into a crimson pool of his own blood. He was choking and
gagging and trying to cry, and his tongue - now a thick red slug
flopping out of his neck like a grotesque tie - lashed and writhed
and mopped up brittle splinters of bone from the floor.
 The pale boy crouched down to examine his days work. Both of his
hands were coated in blood, yet his face remained clean, white and
expressionless.
 His fingers glided down the back of Steel's school shirt, leaving
watery trails of redish-pink. They hovered between his shoulder
blades, then dived down and ripped open the flimsy material, exposing
an area of twitching, sweating, muscular bare skin.
 His face still blank, the boy dug his right hand deep into the flesh
of Steel's back and took hold of his spine. He tugged hard, Steel
shuddered and emmited a hellish wail of agony.
 Ignorant to the horror of what he was doing, the boy wrenched the long
snake-like bone up and out of the squelching flesh, bringing with it
Steel's mutilated head. He snapped the spine off like an old tree
branch just above the pelvis, then brandished it like a wand in front
of the few remaining kids.
 "Thou shalt not pick on others, sayeth the Lord!" he cried and
catapulted the spinal cord/human head through the windows behind him.
The glass exploded in a fountain of shining crystals and dark red
clumps of flesh and blood, and the remains of Fred "Steel" Slater
swirled out into the air, headed towards the lower-school playground.
 The boy faced the class again.
 Jason and Kelly screamed and grabbed each other tightly. They began
to shiver and moan as he slowly approached, skimming his glistening,
maroon hands across wide open textbooks and abandoned stationary.
 "Don't hurt us!" Jason whimpered. "Please don't hurt us mister. We
didn't do anything. He was picking on us. We did nothing."
 The boy reached into the inside pocket of his trenchcoat and snatched
out a small white piece of card. He flicked it over several times,
staining it with blood, then handed it to Jason, who managed to take it
on his fifth attempt.
 "That's my card." the boy said sofly and smiled. "Should you need my
services again, give me a call. The number is triple six."
 He ruffled Jason's hair, touched Kelly's cheek, then walked out of the
classroom.