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Part Six: Tainted Love


Crackwhore stood outside the door of The Tainted Taint's clubhouse. She shook a little, still scared from the beating she had received the night before by The Taint's. She didn't want to be here doing this, but she owned it to Suzanne. She and Detective Hill were counting on her. Hill planted a small recording device under Crackwhore's clothes. She had to get Tiama to confess on tape that he was the mastermind behind the drug ring at school. If it didn't work, Suzanne would probably be going to jail. Crackwhore knocked on the clubhouse door. After several seconds, the door creaked open. Tiama answered, smiling when he saw her.
     "Come back for another beating?"
     "Can I come in?" Crackwhore asked, "We need to talk."
     "I guess so," Tiama said, leading her inside.
     The place was empty except for the two of them. There were no signs of the other members of The Taints.
     "You're a mighty brave girl coming over here."
     "Where is everyone?"
     Tiama shrugged. "I dunno. We were supposed to have a meeting tonight, but Clot didn't show up. The others are out looking for him."
     "Tiama, we need to talk about our deal," Crackwhore told him.
     Tiama became agitated. "Look, I thought we made this clear last night. You get nothing."
     Hill sat outside in his undercover car. He had another officer with him for backup. Hill could hear everything going on in the clubhouse. While he listened, Hill went over the test results that the lab had run over the lipstick stained shirt and the heroin found in Suzanne's desk. The heroin in Suz's desk was a match with the heroin in TheNewKid's locker. Conclusion: whoever planted the drugs on Suz was TheNewKid's supplier. If Crackwhore could only get Tiama to confess... Next, the lipstick found on TheNewKid's collar is called 'Strawberry Fields'. The only place to buy it is through a catalogue . The exact same catalogue that Benjamin Franklin uses to raise money for the annual band trip. Hill's secutary had already asked the catalogue company for a list of everyone from Benjamin Franklin that had purchased that shade of lipstick. The list should be ready the next day. Hill hoped it would shed some new light ion the case. Hill concentrated back on the clubhouse.
     "...but that wasn't the deal!" It was Crackwhore's voice.
     "I know what the deal was, " Tiama said, "but things changed."
     "It's not fair!" Crackwhore pleaded. "You said you'd give me some rock if I planted that smack on Suz for you!"
     "Like I said, I remember the deal."
    Hill was getting nervous. Tiama was dodging Crack's questions well. Tiama had to say in his own words that he had set Suzanne up, or it wouldn't work. Hill was beginning to lose faith in Crackwhore.

Meanwhile...

     Axlotl knew there was something going on with Clot. Clot never had missed a meeting before tonight. Plus, he had been acting strange for weeks. Ax thought maybe Clot had discovered masturbation, or something. Ax searched the arcade, the mall, and the comic book store, but Clot was nowhere to be found. Ax's last hope was the park. Ax hoped that he would catch Clot doing something that he shouldn't be doing. He never really cared for Clot, but tolerated him, because Clot was TheDeuce's slave. However, if Ax ever had the opportunity to kick him out of The Tainted Taints, he would do it in a heartbeat.
     "Give it to me big daddy!"
     A girl's voice. Behind some bushes. The bushes were shaking.
     "Harder....yeah....oooooh baby!"
     Ax quietly crept over to the bushes. He stood on his tippy - toes, trying to look over the bush. The first thing he saw was a naked butt. Then, a flash of breasts and a penetration shot. Then Ax saw their faces. It was Clot. He was screwing some girl from class. Then, Ax recognized her. It was Sweetone:^). Ax's blood began to boil.

Meanwhile...

     TheDeuce didn't see the baseball heading his way. He was out by the ball park, searching for Clot. There was a game going on and he could hear the cheers of all the fans coming from the stadium. One of the batters hit a home run, and the ball went flying through the air like a comet. It went over the stadium walls and out over the parking lot, where TheDeuce stood, looking for Clot. The baseball slammed into the back of TheDeuce's head. TheDeuce fell to the ground. He blacked out. The darkness engulfed him. He knew he wasn't dead, but he didn't feel alive, either. He didn't feel much of anything. From the darkness, came a voice.
     "Be good."
     Suddenly, TheDeuce was alive and awake. He picked himself off of the pavement and stood up. The back of his head was a mess. Bloody and swelled. But he didn't feel any pain. He didn't hurt at all. In fact, he felt great. He had never felt this way in his entire life. It was as if a fog had been lifted from around him. He didn't feel angry anymore. The hate that once ate up his heart had subsided. He felt happy. TheDeuce was a changed man. The once nasty brat had become a nice kid.

Back at the clubhouse....

      "Tiama, if you don't give me some rock, I'll tell Suz everything!"
     Tiama slapped Crackwhore across the face.
     "Oh no you won't!" he yelled at her. "You won't tell Suz, shit. If Suz finds out that I'm the one that set her up, that I'm the one dealing drugs at school, I'll kill you. Remember, you're just as guilty as I am. Or did you forget that you put that heroin in Suz's desk cause I asked ya?"
     That was it. That was all Hill needed. Hill and the other officer were about to get out of the car and bust into the clubhouse, when Hill heard Tiama's voice from his radio.
     "A wire? You're wearing a fucking wire?"
     Gunshots rang out from the inside of the clubhouse. Hill and the officer drew their guns and burst through the clubhouse door. Tiama held Crackwhore around the neck with one hand. The other hand held a gun to her head.
     "Don't make me kill her, Hill," Tiama said, his trigger finger getting itchy. "Please don't make me nervous."
      Hill knew this was going to go down bad.

Meanwhile at the hospital...

     AudreyHorne sat on the edge of the bed next to the sleeping Blowfish. Audrey had had a dream the night before of Blowfish. In the dream, Blowfish awoke from his coma and told her who was the killer. She had come to the hospital hoping that her dream would come true, but she had been here for over two hours already and Blowfish hadn't moved an inch. She cried softly to herself. She hadn't been very close with Blowfish at school, but she never held her in ill regard. She got up from the bed and grabbed her purse. She was about to leave, when suddenly Blowfish jolted awake. His eyes were wide open. He was shaking like he was having a seizure. He was convulsing so hard that the bed rocked back and forth. Audrey gasped. She tried to scream out for a doctor, but she couldn't find her voice.
     "BOILER ROOM! BOILER ROOM! BOILER ROOM!" It was coming from Blowfish. He stopped shaking and was very still. Audrey found her legs and walked over to him. Blowfish was smiling.
     "boiler room....boiler room, "He mumbled over and over to himself. "boiler room... boiler room..."

TO BE CONTINUED...

Next Time on Murder on the Playground: Suzanne returns to school. TheDeuce helps the poor. Several students are expelled.