Fishy's Adventures

Chapter Nineteen - Fishy's Justice

The alarm clock woke Fishy up. Apparently, he had been lying face-down in his bed for the last few hours, in the clothes he had been in for the last few days. Smelly.
He went to the bathroom and refreshed himself quickly. He then put on some clean clothes and felt almost like newly born. Almost, because he hadn't smoked his weed yet. Although Fishy fixed that in a flash.
He went downstairs. On his way down, he noticed how well he was feeling. He felt as if he could do great things, for example rebuild a school..
"Morning." - Fishy was in such a great mood, he even treated his family with proper respect, dishonestly of course. They were clearly shocked, but thought better than to ruin the moment.
"Good morning and welcome back, dad!" - Fishy's kids were unusually cheerful.
He ate breakfast in silence and got dressed to go out. His wife interrupted him on his way. Fishy thought he could receive some more insight on this situation from her.
"Luv, what is amiss today? You're all so nice!"
She looked clearly shocked.
"Nothing! Nothing at all! You just came back after ten days of absence, speechless, stoned, exhausted and covered in bloody splatters! Just another day for you, no?"
"Oh, so that's what happened. Better be diplomatic, even though it's quite alien to me." - Fishy thought.
"Hun, I'll explain everything later. Thanks a lot for your understanding. I have to go to work now." - he tried his best to sound convincing, even though he didn't really have his workplace anymore to begin with.
"But I watched the news, and it seems your school..."
"Hush, dear. As I said, later I'll explain. Don't you worry, this time I'll return home before the day ends."
"Hope so. Have a nice day, Ian." - She kissed his cheek and bid him farewell.
As soon as the door closed behind Fishy, he spat on the sidewalk, took out two blunts of weed and started to smoke them. He couldn't handle this much fakeness in his behavior. Good thing he could be himself now. As he was driving his Weedmobile to what remained of the IIIrd LO, he suddenly noticed the first bothersome problem of this day:
"Almost out of fuel, greeat, just my luck."

Goldy slowly opened his eyes. After a bit of looking around, he realized he's in a hospital bed. His wound hurt like hell. He was connected to all kinds of medical devices, including a blood transfusion device connected to his vein. So he made it! He may even recover eventually..
He didn't have much time to think about it all, as a nurse entered the room.
"Oh, our Caesar woke up! Well, you're not Caesar. At least you survived when you got stabbed. Good thing you're awake already, your parents want to see you urgently."
So they knew his parents, his blood type and even made a cool Ancient Roman history reference? Guess keeping your ID with you on life-risking rescue missions DOES pay off.
He waited for what seemed like an eternity before his parents entered the room. They stood next to his bed, silent. They didn't seem happy. Actually they looked apologetic for their judging and believing Bukky's lies so easily.
"Son." - Goldy's father spoke up. - "We can guess what you've been through to have revenge on Bukky for shattering our relations. I guess he deserved it, after all. I'm sorry to admit that you've been right all the time. How could I not see that this video Bukky sent us had been manipulated? How did we not let you say anything in your defense? Doesn't matter. Now, my youngest offspring is lying in hospital, wounded. Because of my lack of responsibility. But you're strong! You've shown you can fight for your rights. That you can fight for the truth so that it will emerge victorious over the lies we've been fed. We salute you son, and we're sorry. I'm so proud of you."
"We hope you get well soon, so we can celebrate your glorious deeds. You surely will have plenty to tell us about when you recover." - Goldy's mother said. - "I promise I'll be a more understanding, loving mother from now on."
"Thank you, dear parents. Now let me rest, please.." - Goldy said and slowly fell asleep in the bed, while his parents were watching him and shedding tears in silence.

Meanwhile, Fishy was driving to the IIIrd LO, his car's fuel tank freshly refilled just a minute before. He finally arrived at his destination and saw that much has been done to clean the school up after yesterday's incident. Fishy spotted a Funeral Services vehicle, and several dozen people working to clean up all the corpses from yesterday's battle. The janitor was overseeing their work. Fishy parked his car and entered the school.
Inside, he met with Mr Waldeck, who seemed idle, yet he sprang into action as soon as he spotted his boss.
"Welcome, sir. Currently cleaning up. Rebuilding wall soon. Dealing with finances. Leaving the governing to you." - Waldeck stuttered out. He almost was like a robot, Fishy thought. The principal quickly remembered something urgent.
"What about the headmaster's office?" - Fishy asked.
"Locked for the night. Strange noises coming from it. Please investigate." - Waldeck replied. He clearly wanted the principal to take care of his office.
"Very well." - Fishy said and turned around on his heel. He made his way to the office and entered it. He saw blood, but that has already become an ordinary sight for him.
In the corner, Bukky was lying on some papers. His booted foot next to him. Gross. The defeated foe of Fishy seemed alive.
"I know your spirit is still among the living. Don't try to trick me."
"Uuuuuugh..." - The missing limb must have been quite painful for the unlucky teacher.
"You were lucky I forgot about you when I left the school yesterday! But now, your time has come. Guess what, Bukky?"
".....what?"
"I found my weapon of choice!" - Fishy winked and pulled out his 'k, unloading the whole clip into Bukky. There was no way he could have survived that. Hearing the shots, Waldeck entered the office.
"Oh, Waldeck. You're here. I could use some help."
"Should I call the janitor?"
"No. Not at all."
"What then?"
"Have you seen any garden shears in the tool shed?" - Fishy asked, smiling devilishly.