One Minoota

 The three boys were waiting outside of Ms. Weathers' home. It was cold outside on this very particular night and they were eager to get inside and cease the freezing air cutting through their white (and thin) clothing. The largest of the three, Dimitri, or more commonly known as Dim, rubbed his arms. When he spoke, a cloud of warmth puffed out of his lips which were painted with a coral lipstick he had stolen from a corner store.

"Where's he?" Dim demands. "Where's Alex? Get lost, did he?"

George, or Georgie, tightens his grip on his cane. He knots his eyebrows underneath his green scaly mask, but the other two can't see his expression hidden. Georgie wordlessly marches, his boots crunching on the gravel outside of the home, towards the front door where they had been turned away from. Alex was supposed to unlock the front door for them so they could all storm in together and take the health farm over. This was where the big, big money was. The idea had been Georgie's to start after all.

Georgie bends over, the cane resting behind his back, as he flips the letter hole open using three fingers. He can hear the faint sound of talking, bickering back and forth between Alex and the woman who owns the place. Alex was making no effort to get to the front door. He had stopped to take on the woman on his own. He was supposed to sneak down the hallway before the door and let them in so the four of them could storm through that small door that led to her living area. But Alex was already in there. He'd gone in without them.

"That bastard..." Georgie whispers before letting the letter hole clap shut, not minding about the noise it might have made. He straightens up and turns to face his two friends who stood in waiting. "He's doing it on his own he is."

"What?" Dim cries, outraged. "On his own? What - he forget about us?"

Peter, or Pete, just shakes his head, the nose of his mask drooping down and waggling with the motion. "I can't believe him," Pete says. "I can't."

"This was my idea," Georgie says, pointing his cane towards his own chest. "My own idea I got from Will the English. And 'e goes in 'ere an' tries to 'andle it 'imself? I've had it, brothers."

"And I," Dim says. "We're droogs, aren't we? We shouldn't treat each other the way he's treating us. He's no droog of mine."

Georgie steps away, like he's deep in his thoughts. He's pondering over the friendship he and his boys and Alex had. The four of them had been friends since they were young, just small schoolboys. They had started dabbling in trouble and now here they were. But Alex had begun to grow aggressive and commanding and their plan to get things back to the way they used to be before Alex had started to lead, he turned on them and attacked them outside of his flatblock. The rag wrapped around Dim's hand could stand for that.

"Give him a good talking to when he's done in there, we will," Pete says.

"No," Georgie says. He turns around to them. "No...there'll be no govoreeting, Pete. Our little droog Alex has done enough. 'E's not our brother no more."

Police sirens can be heard. They know they will need to leave and are prepared to do it before Alex comes out of the house.

"Leave him, you mean?" Pete asks, surprised.

"Let the police 'ave him," Georgie says. He bends down and swiftly lifts up one of the full glass milk bottles that were sitting on the front steps of the home. He handles it for a moment before holding it out to Dim. "The honor is yours, brother."

Dim takes the milk bottle excitedly.

"The end of little Alex."

Pete leans against the stone wall of the exterior. Georgie stands a bit off to the side, closest to his friend Dim. Georgie had watched Dim endlessly teased and attacked by Alex over the years and it was only right he would let Dim give Alex what he had coming. While they had loved each other, it was time that it was ended. The way Alex was treating them was truly showing that he did not love them. They did not want to carry on running with a boy who was too controlling and was not open to helpful suggestion.

Dim stood, his legs slightly parted, with the bottle bouncing impatiently behind his back. They all waited.

Finally, Alex emerged when the sirens were almost there. But they needed to deliver Alex to his doom. Leaving him there alone would not ensure that he would be caught.

Alex halts in surprise when he sees his three friends standing right outside the door. He nervously laughs before tugging his mask off and continuing down the steps.

"Come on, let's go — the police are coming."

Dim reaches forwards and grabs the front of Alex's shirt, stopping him.

"One minoota, droogie!"