The Cold Inside
By AL BRUNO III
Tuesday January 10, 1995
“He crashed his car right into the front gates, just as the buses were coming in.” Warren said, “What more proof do you need?”
The four of them huddled in the front alcove of the Blessed Heart School, ignoring the occasional shouted insult or snowball. From where they were they could see the damaged archway. They didn't have long until homeroom started.
Greg looked pale, “Just a coincidence. It must be.”
“It's a pretty good one then.” Rich said. “How did he do it?”
“I'm not sure really, it's something like hypnosis.” Warren explained, “He used it up by the old cemetery last semester. It freaked the Pretty Boys out, made them leave us alone.”
Yusuf shook his head, “Hypnosis? I have never heard of such a thing like this.”
“Look,” Greg said, “even if that was true that means that he almost got Fred killed.”
Tristam stepped into the alcove, “His car had an airbag.”
“How did you do it?” Rich asked.
“It's kinda like hypnosis.” Tristam looked at the front gates and smirked.
Warren rolled his eyes, “I wish I had thought to say that.”
Greg said, “This is pretty creepy. Weird and creepy.”
“I don't understand any of this.” There was a patch of ice at Yusuf's feet, he chipped away at it with the back of his heel.
“You don't have to.” Tristam said, “We're just getting back at them, were teaching them what it feels like to be terrorized.”
“Whatever happened to turning the other cheek?” Greg said.
Rich frowned, “Didn't they kill the last guy that tried to preach that?”
“Pick a target Greg,” Tristam smiled mischievously, “Come on.”
“Think about it Greg, what if you could do anything to anyone? What if no one could stop you? Would you really just stand by and let yourself keep getting abused? Are you afraid to stand up for yourself?”
Greg crossed his arms over his chest, “This is crazy, and do you know why its crazy? Because you're not doing anything. You can’t be.”
“Oh ye of little faith.” Tristam said. A teacher hurried past them into the building, he waved at them offhandedly. Tristam was the only one that didn't wave back, “Then pick one of them out for a little payback, if you're right nothing will happen.”
“OK then, how about you?”
The patch of ice was almost gone, Yusuf looked up from kicking away at it. “Me?”
“Yeah, there must be someone.”
“Oh I don't-”
Warren suggested, “What about the girl that started saying you had bugs in your hair?”
Yusuf frowned, “Linda Kaspary? She said I have lice. I have to admit I wouldn't mind seeing her a little embarrassed… But not hurt.”
Tristam smiled, “I'll only hurt her pride, and I'll do it by lunch.”