Mr Clement (standard:horror, 2622 words)
Author: Lev821	Added: May 06 2008	Views/Reads: 3482/2163	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A bitter ex-pupil meets his old sadistic teacher again. Time for punishment.

“I still don't see why it takes two of us to stand here. I mean, it's
not as if they're queuing up to get in, and it's only half eleven. 
Another three hours of this? And I'm bloody roasting. Why I have to 
wear a suit I don't know. I don't think I'll stick this out for much 
longer” Lee Griffiths said, sighing in frustration and looking along 
the pavement in both directions as if contemplating his chances of 
simply making a run for it. His chances were good, excellent in fact. 
His colleague, he guessed wouldn't have bothered to give chase, as 
there was probably no point. They were both bouncers, stood outside a 
wine bar in a pleasant district of the main city, where apartments and 
properties were in the expensive price ranges, so many bars and 
restaurants competed for business around the same, small area which was 
almost one mile square. Lee was 39 years of age, had had six years as a 
royal marine, before leaving for home, disillusioned with army life. He 
had returned to his school friends whom he had found, were mostly 
operating on the wrong side of the law, so he became no exception. 
Twice he had been locked away in prison, and upon his second release, 
promised himself that he would go straight, but still, bad influences 
were all around him, and he knew that going straight meant that your 
friends talked about you behind your back the more and more unlike them 
you became until those friends stopped calling, and became virtual 
strangers, but Lee hovered on the borderline, occasionally venturing 
into the criminal world, and sometimes into its opposite. He was, in a 
way, a small-time crook, but going straight held no real appeal for 
him. He had been to a gym to increase his physique, and to a certain 
degree, was happy with his size. At six foot two, and half a centimetre 
of hair all over his scalp, he would certainly be a formidable opponent 
in a clash, and being aggressive came easily to him, so he found a job 
as a bouncer and basically worked for several firms on a casual basis. 
He would sometimes do hotels and theatres and nightclubs. Nightclubs 
were his favourite because it meant there was more of a chance of 
becoming involved in a conflict, as he loved turning teenagers away and 
throwing people out, but his job had taken him here, to ‘Fable's wine 
lodge'. It was his fifth day here. 

“Sophistication,” said Lee's colleague, chewing on gum and blowing a
bubble. He was leaning against the doorframe, and pushed himself away 
from it to step across to Lee. “That's the image that this place wants. 
That's why there's two of us in suits. It's a visual thing, lets people 
know that this is a classy place. Rich folk only, no poor scruffs who 
want to be seen in this joint”. “The place is virtually empty. Three 
people we've let in so far in two hours. It doesn't take two of us. 
Seriously, I'm gonna transfer soon”. The other man shrugged his 
shoulders, carried on chewing, and looked along the road nonchalantly. 

After a few minutes, Lee was shuffling around and wandered into the
small foyer of the place. Near the back , he saw a waiter approach a 
table with a cold drink of what looked like cola. “Bloody Ray,” he 
muttered. “I didn't know Ray was on now” he said to his colleague, who 
nodded, looking back a Ray, then at the road again. “He owes me money”. 
Lee weaved through the tables and caught him as he was on his way back 
to the bar. “Oi you, a word”. He grabbed the waiter's upper left arm 
and pushed him to the empty bar. Ray was in his early twenties, and had 
remains of acne on his face. He smiled nervously at Lee who was eight 
inches taller than he was. “Aren't you forgetting that you owe me a 
tenner? Remember, petrol money or whatever it was you where short of 
until pay day. Now if I'm correct, pay day was yesterday, but I don't 
remember you running up to me to pay me back. Or have I forgotten?” 
“Sorry Lee,” Ray muttered. “The money's in my coat, through the back. 
Just give me a few minutes, and I'll get it”. Lee let him go, then 
nodded. “Good,” he said. “You better hadn't run off, either. I'll be 
out the front”. He hooked a thumb to the entrance. Ray went behind the 
bar and disappeared through the back. Lee wandered back to stand beside 
his colleague. He sighed, looking left and right again. “I'm starving,” 
he said. “I'm going to get some dinner. Do you want anything from the 
shop?” “Ye, alright,” said the other man. He took out his wallet, and 
removed a five pound note. He handed it to Lee. “Try the new place 
round the corner. It's a new sandwich shop or something. Get me an egg 
and bacon barm and a hot chocolate, ta”. “Where is it?” Lee asked. His 
colleague pointed to the corner of a crossroads. “See that travel agent 
there? Turn right there, and it's about halfway down. You'll be there 
in two minutes”. Lee nodded, and set off. 

He turned the corner, and saw where he meant a little further up. There
were a few shops and businesses between them, and one of them was a 


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