Attempted murder! That was the verdict. The Cadet Commander’s judgement. Could they really call it that? Ka-Lan had been trying to kill Johns! Fuck! That was how they saw it? In shit up to his neck. That fucking Johns, he had brought all this on. He’d got it in for Ka-Lan, the scrawny git. From the first minute.
And in this sweltering darkness of this sweat box … Ka-Lan saw his smirking face and again his blood boiled. Gloating at his triumph over Ka-Lan. Only a few hours in this dump and Johns had got Ka-Lan where he was .. “Committed the most heinous crime”. “Unprecedented”. “Gross insubordination.” All his fault.
That fucker Johns! The motherfucker had set him up. Pushed Ka-Lan over the edge. And stupidly Ka-Lan had lost his cool, he’d let himself get goaded. He’d gone too far. The look of terror on Johns’ face when Ka-Lan had him by the throat, strangling the fucker …. Ka-Lan had ambushed the prick, Johns hadn’t expected Ka-Lan’s reaction. Ka-Lan could see how they thought he’d have murdered the bastard. At the time, thinking back, maybe Ka-Lan had felt that bad. But he wouldn’t have … would he?
True, Ka-Lan had had the scrawny sucker up in the air .. hands around Johns’ throat .. throttling him. He’d been seeing red. In a rage. Johns’ legs dangling, thrashing, fighting for air. Rage in Ka-Lan’s blood had kept him up there .. every ounce of muscle-strength screaming blue-murder. Even refusing to let go when the Seniors were trying to claw Ka-Lan off. Had Ka-Lan gone too far?
That sucker Johns
.. he’d more than gone too
far. He’d set Ka-Lan up .. set
him up to fail. Barely arrived, done
nothing to provoke. And that arsehole
Johns somehow had it in for him. Fixed
it for him to arrive late on parade. No
doubt about that, not at all. Fixed it
for Ka-Lan to turn up to parade, hot, sweaty, filthy. That punishment parade inevitable. Johns’ plan, Johns’ idea, Johns’
triumph.
And then the fucker had just kept piling it on.
The slightest excuse to add on another five stinging lashes. Forty-fucking lashes on his bare arse. And he’d done nothing fucking-wrong! Johns was a bully, he’d got away with stuff
like this time-and-again. And he’d
thought he’d could get away with it again.
Beat him up, humiliate Ka-Lan. To
his heart’s content.
But his burning throat had found out Ka-Lan was made of
sterner stuff. Pushed over the
edge. Pushed too far. Ka-Lan had given it back as hard as he’d got. As-good-as throttled the prick. Johns had got what he had coming ….
And Poof! Here he was, Ka-Lan ..
sweating cobblers in this sweat box
.. his nerves in shreds. “Cooling off”! That was what his minder Fox had called
it. Before Ka-Lan got summoned for
punishment. The most extreme punishment
for a most heinous crime!
Not for the first time, Ka-Lan asked himself the obvious. Where-the-fuck were the adults in all this? The School was run by Officers, wasn’t it? When-the-fuck would they have their say? But those ominous words .. gross misconduct .. Conduct unbecoming .. unprecedented behaviour. Ka-Lan had no doubt the Seniors would play on such terms. They’d ring well with military types. And there was no doubt Ka-Lan was guilty, he’d put on a public performance of his “heinous crime”. Ka-Lan couldn’t rely on Officers to show much consideration.
That fucking Johns! He’d set him up. And stupidly Ka-Lan had played straight into his hands. Walked straight into the trap. And up to his neck in shit! For what he’d done .. in their eyes .. in the opinion of every single cadet in this School .. Ka-Lan was gonna pay. With more than his whiplashed arse.
But FUCK IT! Ka-Lan was fucked if that would be the end of it. Pay? Who should really be paying for this? Johns would pay. Like fuck he’d pay. He wanted a fight? Johns had drawn Ka-Lan into this fight. Well, Ka-Lan was not one who backed out of a fight. Not when right was on his side. Not when he’d done nothing wrong!
Fight? Johns wanted a fight. Like hell! Ka-Lan would give that motherfucker a fight. The fight of his fucking life!
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