Dark Ultra Violence in A Clockwork Orange: A Descent into Teenage Anarchy A Clockwork orange PART I THE DROOGS Chapter 1 "In the Korova" There was me, that is Alex and my three Droogs (friends) that is Pete, Georgie and Dim. And we sat in the Korova milk bar enjoying the old milk+ as we concluded plans for tonight's entertainment. It was in the moon rise hours of the day and as usual we had spent the previous hours out of school, school being no longer entertaining oh my brothers. But parents night was approaching like the moon to the clouds and so and idea approached your humble narrator to ensure the reports of our dedicated teachers to be nice and sparkling clear of the expected negativity. After purchasing our new masks, me wearing a Hitler mask, Hitler being my favorite dictator, Peter wearing a Margret Thatcher mask from the early 90s, Georgie wearing an Obama mask, a perfect choice for my younger droog as he has the "yes we can" attitude that I oh so admire in fellow hooligans and Dim in the usual ape mask which was fitting to his personality and low intelligence. Before departure we had several more glasses of the old moloko (milk containing drugs) as this would sharpen you up for a bit of the old ultra-violence. Chapter 2 "Fine art" After a final glass each and a splash of banter we set off into the setting sun towards our school. The building was like the towns people, it having a rotten a disgusting appearance which was nearly as bad as the dilapidated interior. The teachers themselves always stood straight dressed in the hight of sophisticated fashion like well trained soldiers of education. As we toured down the isolated corridors we peeked into each passing room to ensure we didn't pass any of our "superiors" as they put it themselves. As we passed through the science department we saw Mr Matthews, the steroid dependent PE teacher practicing in the gym hall as he always did in his spare time. Other than his presence the hall stood entirely isolated making it a perfect start to our night of the old ultra-violence. As our boots tip-toed across the hall he suddenly turned and stared at us now sprinting to him cane first, an upperclass cane being my personal choice of weapon as it as stylish as pain inflicting. One quick smack to the chin sent his teeth flying from his mouth like petals from a flower as the descended to the floor with his now unconscious body. …the next moment changed everything
