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It's the day of the big Spring Fashion Show at St. Searle's, but the
past of Lucy Costello, once the mobster Sal Buscemi, comes back to haunt
her when Sal's former associates launch an armed assault on the school.
ST. SEARLE'S ACADEMY: THE NEW CLASS - part 10 of 11
by BobH
(c) 2017
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"How do I look?" asked Shondra Prentis nervously.
"Absolutely stunning," said Jessica Smith. "Now get out there and wow
everyone."
"We've done all we can," said Lucy Costello. "So it's in your hands now.
Go win it for Sanger House."
Meaghan Delaney pulled the curtain aside and Shondra stepped out onto
the temporary runway that currently ran down the centre of the Grand
Hall. She was greeted with applause, which was a good sign. Lucy sighed
with relief.
"Thank you, guys," she said. "Debbie made the patterns before she was
expelled, but I'd never have pulled the dress together without you."
"Hey, we're all in Sanger House," said Jessica, "so we sink or swim
together."
Meaghan just nodded at this. But then she hadn't contributed as much to
the dress as the other two. For some reason they couldn't have
explained, neither Jessica nor Lucy minded.
"They set us all a real challenge with bride's and bridesmaid's
dresses," said Jessica. "From talking with second and third years, these
are the most elaborate things anyone's had to make for Spring Fashion
Show in years."
Spring. Where did the time go, wondered Lucy? It was hard to believe
several months had passed since she had been called into the
headmistress's office to view the footage of Sal Buscemi turning himself
in. She accepted she would never be him again, but she hadn't expected
someone else to assume that role. What made it worse was knowing her
daughter and her ex would think he was the real Sal. Lucy was still in
the dark as to who the imposter might be, but she was in no doubt as to
who had put him up to this. Last week, after a final hearing, a court
had convicted him - convicted Sal - of perjury. The judge then dismissed
all charges against Carmine Grazini and released him. The man she had
ratted out to save her own skin was now free. She knew beyond a shadow
of a doubt that if he had any idea where she was he would come gunning
for her. Suddenly, a 14 year-old girl in a school miles from anywhere
didn't seem like such a bad thing to be.
Shondra returned, eyes glowing.
"That was amazing!" she said. "Now it's Laura's turn."
From the wings on the opposite side of the stage, her girlfriend emerged
wearing a wedding dress of her own and headed down the runway. She was
in Pankhurst House and had ended up going head-to-head with Shondra in
this section of show. Her team remained in the wings. They included
Jennifer Smith, who stuck her tongue out at her twin when Jessica waved
to her. Spring Fashion Show was a surprisingly competitive thing at St.
Searle's. When Laura returned she passed through the wings on her side
of the stage and headed out through the back. Shondra followed her.
"What's going on?" asked Lucy.
"You'll see," she said, "just take your places down in the audience."
"What do you think that's all about?" asked Jessica, as they climbed
down from the stage and took their reserved front row seats.
"I guess we're about to find out."
They did not have to wait long. Virginia Chapford emerged from the wings
and took centre stage, followed by John Thompson who took up position
behind her and slightly to the right. He was wearing the military dress
uniform of an army colonel, cap under his arm.
"Ordinarily this would be the point in the proceedings where I announce
who the winners and losers are, but on this occasion there are only
winners. Miss Garner, if you would?"
Sitting at the piano, at the foot of the stage, the music teacher
started playing.
"Holy shoot!" said Jessica, as she realised what was happening.
Through the main doors Shondra and Laura appeared, walking down the
aisle side by side to the strains of 'Here Comes the Bride', followed by
a procession of bridesmaids. Hitching up their dresses, they climbed the
steps at the end of the runway and proceeded down the it to the stage,
where a smiling Miss Chapford awaited them.
"As you'll all have realised by now," she said, addressing the all those
in the hall, "'weddings' was chosen as the theme for this year's Spring
Fashion Show in order to provide bridesmaid and bridal gowns for the
wedding of Shondra and Laura. When they came to me some months ago
announcing their intention to wed and asking me to perform the ceremony,
that choice was obvious. As you all know, I have been alive for
centuries and for most of that time a union like this would have been
inconceivable, but no longer. It is therefore both my honour and my very
great pleasure to officiate at the first ever wedding between pupils at
St. Searle's."
Having said her piece, she turned her attention to the brides.
"Marriage is not an institution that should be entered into lightly.
Having got to know you both over the past four years and seen your love
grow I have never doubted your feelings for each other. And having
talked to you about this at length since you first told me you planned
to wed I have no doubt about your commitment. So it just remains for me
to say the words. Do you Shondra take Laura to be your lawfully wedded
wife, to have and to hold her in sickness and in health, to honour her
above all others?"
"I do."
"And do you Laura take Shondra to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have
and to hold her in sickness and in health, to honour her above all
others?"
"I do."
"If you would present the rings, Colonel Thompson...."
John held out his right hand. There were two rings in his palm. Shondra
and Laura each took one.
"Shondra, if you would place your ring on Laura's finger and say the
words?"
Shondra took Laura's hand, slipped the ring on her finger
and said:
"With this ring, I thee wed."
"Now Laura."
Laura took Shondra's hand, slid the ring onto her finger
and said:
"With this ring, I thee wed."
"With the exchange of rings completed I declare you married," said
Virginia. "You may kiss your bride."
Each then lifted the other's veil and kissed to cheers from those
watching. As they did so, John Thompson raised his hand to his ear,
frowned, then whispered something to Virginia, who also frowned.
"Attention, girls," she announced, "but I'm afraid I'm going to have to
cut this short. We have a Code Red situation so you all need to vacate
the hall in the orderly fashion we've rehearsed and head to your
stations. This is not a drill; I repeat, this is not a drill."
The bridal group headed out first, then the hall emptied out row by row
from the rear. Being seated in the front row, Jessica, Meaghan and Lucy
were among the last out. As they emerged from the hall into the entrance
lobby so the main doors to the building burst open and two men rushed
in. One of them had a pump-action shotgun which he cocked with a single
fluid motion.
Then he opened fire.
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There was only one point where the roads that skirted the outside of St.
Searle's grounds dipped below the level of those grounds to any degree.
This made it the best place for both an ambush and for what the grim-
faced men staking out that dip intended.
"We're finished," said one of the two who had been frantically enlarging
a pothole in the road so that it would take the radio-triggered mine
they had brought with them.
"Good. Now cover it with leaves and stay here until that pansy-ass limey
taxi comes around again," said Tony Biagi. "He's already done two
circuits of the grounds. Next time's the charm, so you two get to take
him out."
He led the others away then, a group of ten in total that included both
him and Frank Martello.
"You really think we're gonna find Big Sal in there, Tony?"
asked Frank. "Last I heard he was rotting in a cell at Riker's."
"We're here to do, not think," came the reply. "Carmine says he's in
there, and he wants him. That's good enough for me."
"I guess," replied Frank, still not mollified, anxious at the thought of
seeing Sal again, and not just because he was banging Sal's wife, "but a
girls' school? What would Sal be doing in a girls' school?"
"You'll find out. Now shaddup and get ready."
Frank did as he was told, lining up with the others at a gap in the
hedge surrounding the school grounds. He wasn't convinced this was the
best way to handle the situation but he also wasn't about to challenge
Tony Biagi. Tall, thin, and vicious, Tony was Carmine Grazini's chief
lieutenant, and had a lethal temper. He wasn't someone you wanted to
cross or upset in any way. The guy in the cab had looked like he was ex-
military, so also not someone you'd want to mess with. Frank hoped the
mine would take him out in one go. If it didn't, and if he came out
fighting....
There was a loud 'crump' from a hundred yards or so to his left as the
mine went off. Frank glanced over and saw the cab rise several feet into
the air before coming back down on its wheels. It landed hard. No sooner
had it done so than Vinnie and Jimmy, the two guys they'd left behind,
leapt out with machine guns blazing, hosing it down. Their machine guns
were as silenced as machine guns can be, just as the mine had been no
more powerful than it was in order to keep noise to a minimum so nobody
in the school would hear anything. That was the hope, anyway.
Tony gave the order, and he, Frank and the others scrambled through the
hedge and set off across the playing fields leading up to the school
building. They weren't all in the best of shape, but it took no more
than ninety seconds for them to reach it. Panting, they assembled next
to the main doors, just out of sight of anyone who might happen to
glance through the glass panes set in the upper half of those doors.
Tony chanced a quick glance, bobbing his head around the corner of the
stonework before quickly withdrawing it again.
"Looks like they just had a service or something," he whispered. "Loads
of schoolgirls are pouring out of the main hall. We'll give it ten
seconds so we can catch our breaths, then Frank and Johnny are up."
Ten seconds later they burst through the main doors, Johnny Knuckles
cocking his pump action and firing a shotgun shell at the ceiling. The
schoolgirls in the entrance area were momentarily shocked, stunned by
the noise, then they scattered. To Frank's surprise none of them
screamed. He'd expected screaming.
"Fan out, lock the place down!" barked Tony, he and the rest of his
goons entering behind Frank and Johnny. "I've got an appointment with
the headmistress."
He and they fanned out, all save for Frank, who frowned. One of the
girls who fled had looked familiar.
"Frankie?" said Johnny, shaking his shoulder. "What is it?"
"The hospital!" said Frank, snapping his fingers. "That's where I saw
her before."
"Her who?"
"The little bitch who took off this way with her red-haired friend.
C'mon, let's go find her."
Though overweight and lumbering, the pair were able to keep the teens in
sight. There was no escape for them, Frank could see, because soon they
would run out of corridor. The red head peeled off, heading down a spur
off the main corridor, to the other girl's dismay.
"No, Meaghan!" she yelled, that way's a dead end!"
Seeing the pair bearing down on her, she abandoned her friend and ran
on.
"Go get the red head," said Frank. "This one's mine!"
And seconds later she was. Having run out of corridor, she turned and
tried to dart past him, but Frank was too quick for her.
"Oww! You're hurting my arm!" she cried as he grabbed it.
"Tough shit, kid! You delivered a message from Sal Buscemi to his
daughter. I'm taking you to the headmistress's office and you're going
to tell us where he is."
When they got to the spur off the main corridor, Frank stopped and
stared down it, brow furrowed. He noticed the kid was frowning, too.
Frank felt like he had forgotten something, something important, but had
no idea what that might be. The kid had fled, Frank had chased after her
by himself, caught her, and that was all. He shook his head, annoyed
with himself for having stopped.
"C'mon," he said, pulling her away from the corridor spur.
When they reached the office they found the headmistress seated behind
her desk with a schoolgirl who looked to be 16 or 17 standing beside
her. Facing them was Tony Biagi. He had his .45 trained on the
headmistress, who appeared to be entirely unruffled by her situation.
"Your ledger," said Tony, "I want it now so I can find which of your
girls used to be Sal Buscemi."
"Say what?" Frank couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Tony?What the
fuck are you talking about?"
"That's not Big Sal in Riker's," said Tony, glancing across at his
subordinate. "It's someone we were gonna whack who was given a choice.
Either become Sal, exonerate Carmine, and do time for perjury, or take
two ta the back of the head."
"Jeez, he must've been a dead ringer for Sal to pull that off."
"Nah, he was a little guy, though he knew Sal. Turns out there's this
magic medallion can change you so's you look like someone else. The guy
who got it to us also told us about this fuckin' school and the magic
they got here."
"Magic, Tony? There's no such thing."
"Swear ta God, Frank, I saw the guy transform into Sal with my own two
eyes. We put the medallion on him, then laid one of Sal's old shirts
across it so the shirt was touching both his skin and the medallion, and
he turned into Sal. Took about half an hour. Spookiest fuckin' thing I
ever saw. The medallion somehow went missin' soon after. Carmine was
really pissed about that."
"It's called the Medallion of Zulo," said the headmistress, speaking up
and surprising Frank with her English accent. "Did you know the man who
gave you the medallion."
"No. It came with a note, instructions on how it worked, and a number to
ring for more information after we'd tried it out and knew it was for
real."
"Oh, that's a shame."
"Now, Miss Chapford?" said the girl standing beside her.
"If you would, please, Charlotte."
What happened next happened so fast that Frank barely had time to
register it before it was over. In a single swift movement the girl
reached behind her, pulled out a silenced gun she must have had tucked
in the waistband of her little tartan skirt, and shot Tony before he had
time to react. It was a single shot, right between the eyes. As Tony was
falling she trained her gun on Frank.
"Release Lucy then carefully - very carefully - take out your own
firearm and place it on Miss Chapford's desk."
One look at her eyes told Frank that Charlotte was not someone to be
trifled with. Hands shaking he did as he was told. Miss Chapford pressed
a button on her desk. Klaxons sounded throughout the school, followed
immediately by bursts of gunfire. These only lasted a few seconds, then
there was silence.
"Please be seated, Mr Martello," she said, indicating a chair.
Frank did as he was told, wondering how the fuck she knew his name,
while at the same time keeping a wary eye on the gun that was trained on
him. After a minute or two the door opened and a girl in a wedding dress
entered, carrying an Uzi. What the hell sort of school was this?
"We've secured the school, Miss Chapford," she said. "There were seven
of them in all. Four are in custody, the other three are dead."
"Make that five dead," said a new voice. "I killed the two who ambushed
me on the road outside the school."
It was the black cab driver. He was battered, bruised, and bloody, but
still in one piece. Charlotte gasped at the sight of him, her free hand
going to her mouth.
"It's OK, Char," he said giving her a crooked smile. "Looks a lot worse
than it is."
"How..?" croaked Frank.
The man glanced down at him, regarding Frank as one might a particularly
unpleasant insect.
"Bullet proof glass and panelling, and an armoured underside. When your
friends had emptied their machine guns, I rolled down the window and
shot them both. 'Fraid the cab is going to need towing and some work
done on it, Virginia."
"That's alright, John," Miss Chapford replied, "it will be a good
project for the girls to work on. I'm only sorry someone tried to kill
you. When I charged you with patrolling the perimeter of the grounds
while everyone was occupied with the Spring Fashion Show, it was just a
precaution. I never imagined something like this would actually happen."
"Don't sweat it. Comes with the territory. Would you like me to take the
bodies to the Ronald Clinic for disposal?"
"If you would, please. But before you do have Miss Costello here
identify the living and the dead for me. Don't forget to take the corpse
on my carpet with you, too. When you return bring the school bus round.
We're going to have five passengers for you."
He went to the door at the front of the office in order to temporarily
prop it open. When he did so there was a girl standing outside, a red-
head. Frank had never seen her before but she seemed familiar for some
reason.
"Ah, Meaghan," said John, "good. If you and Lucy will grab a leg each,
I'll take the other end."
When they had gone, carrying Tony's body between them, Miss Chapford
looked at the girl in the wedding dress standing before her and frowned.
"I could have sworn I counted ten men crossing the grounds to reach us
on the monitor," she said, "but three dead, four captured, Mr Martello
here, and the man Charlotte shot only add up to nine. Are you sure you
didn't miss anyone, Laura?"
"Pretty positive, yes. When the klaxon sounded we followed protocol to
the letter, moving on the intruders and clearing every nook and cranny
just the way we've practiced. Those who resisted we took out, and the
others surrendered."
"Hmmm. Maybe I just miscounted then. Still, better to play it safe.
Conduct a full sweep of the school before everyone returns their Uzis to
storage."
"Very good, Miss Chapford."
When Laura had gone, the headmistress turned and opened the small safe
on the floor behind her desk. She removed a small, stone statuette and
placed it on the desk in front of Frank.
"Pick it up, please," she said
"No way!"
Frank knew he wasn't the brightest of men but even he could not fail to
be suspicious of the statuette given all this talk of magic, which he
told himself he didn't believe in. The girl - Charlotte - raised her gun
"Do as Miss Chapford says."
Her voice was so cold it made Frank shudder. Reluctantly, he picked up
the statuette. As soon as he did his body froze, rendering him
completely immobile. Miss Chapford muttered something that Frank didn't
catch.
Then it happened. The impossible.
Able to move only his eyes, Frank watched his hands in awe as they
started changing before him, thick fingers getting smaller, more
slender. He was shrinking too, growing shorter, thinner, his paunch
melting away, and he could feel his hair getting thicker, longer,
becoming shoulder length. As the final changes occurred and his penis
receded into his body, the small mounds growing from his chest halting
their growth, Frank's natural fatalism asserted itself. He should be
panicking. Instead, resignation swept over him.
"Now remain quiet," said Miss Chapford, "and keep hold of the statuette.
Even though you'll shortly be able to move again, I need you to remain
still."
Over the course of little more than a minute Frank had been transformed
into a teenage girl, one lost in the oversized clothes draped over her
now tiny frame. He stood there, barely able to comprehend what had just
happened to him but feeling oddly calm.
"While you continue holding the statuette after your transformation
you're still suggestible, so listen very carefully to what I have to
say. Your name is now Mary and this is the only name you will answer to.
You will not do or say anything that would let anyone determine who you
used to be, nor will you indicate to anyone who has not undergone the
process that such a thing is even possible. You will never tell any
outsider about the school or what goes on here. When the other four
survivors from your group have also been transformed, the five of you
will be driven to the airport where you will be given temporary I.D. and
tickets which, with connecting flights, will deposit you in five
different cities across the country. Once you've landed at your
destination you will dispose of the I.D. and leave the airport. You are
then on your own, a homeless teenager who will have to use her wits to
survive as best she can. However, you will not physically harm anyone
else except in self-defence. You will not seek to return to New York nor
will you ever attempt to contact anyone you knew in your old life. Now,
I'm sure you've stashed away some of your ill-gotten gains confident
that no-one would ever find them. You will make a list of all of these,
complete with numbers for bank accounts and any and all passwords. But
first, go behind the screen and change into the clothes laid out for you
there. You will leave behind the clothes you're currently wearing,
including anything you have in your pockets. OK, you can now put down
the statuette, Mary."
Numbly, Frank did as he was told. Hugging his now absurdly oversized
clothes to him and dutifully shuffling over to the screen he had barely
noticed before now. Behind it were a wall mirror and a chair. Laid out
on the chair were jeans, a 'Hello Kitty' T-shirt sneakers, white socks,
and a plain white cotton bra and panties set. That these were already
there before Tony even burst into the office meant there was no point
they were in charge of things, he realised, no point at all. Either they
had tripped an alarm when they entered the grounds or there were
surveillance cameras. Or both. As they crossed the grounds, the
headmistress would have called this Charlotte to her office so that when
Tony arrived he would've assumed she was a pupil who just happened to be
in the office at that moment. It would never have occurred to him to
search her for weapons because why would a schoolgirl be armed?
Frank let his clothes slip from his much reduced frame and stared at his
reflection in the mirror. He had been a big man, a strong man, now he
was this scrawny young girl staring back at him. At least she looked
Italian, but beyond that her face was the face of a stranger. Frank
reached up and lightly touched one of his small, high breasts. Tits, he
had real female tits. He slid his hand down to where his cock used to
be, knowing he would find it gone, feeling sick at the thought. His
manhood was gone. He - no it was *she* now - was a girl.
"Hurry up," said Miss Chapford, impatiently. "You're not the only person
I have to process today, young lady."
Frank dressed as quickly as she could, still feeling like this was some
strange, impossible dream. When she was dressed, she stepped out from
behind the screen.
"Much better," said Miss Chapford, nodding. "Now take a seat and make a
list of all the money and valuables you've hidden away during your years
as a criminal. We'll be taking these as compensation for your assault on
the school."
Frank did as she asked, unable to stop until she had listed everything.
When she had finished, Miss Chapford read what she had written, nodding
approvingly. There was a knock on the door and Lucy entered. She
curtseyed before Miss Chapford then proceeded to name the other four
surviving mobsters and to give brief biographical details about them.
That was when the penny finally dropped. Sal, this kid had to be Sal
Buscemi!
Seeing the expression of shock on his face and realising what it must
mean, the other girl smirked. Yes, that was Sal alright.
"Thank you, Lucy," said Miss Chapford. "That will be all."
Lucy curtseyed again then left the way she had entered, leaving Frank to
Miss Chapford's mercies.
"Please exit through the side door and wait quietly in the anteroom.
You'll be joined shortly by four other newly-minted teenage girls."
Frank got to her feet. As she headed for the door Miss Chapford was
already giving Charlotte instructions.
"Put another set of clothes behind the screen then bring the next
prisoner in. I want all five of them ready to go by the time John
returns from the Ronald Clinic."
In the anteroom, Frank took one of the chairs that had been placed there
and waited. He did not have to wait long. Every five or six minutes
another stunned-looking teenage girl would enter the anteroom and take a
chair. This continued until all five chairs had been filled. They had
been instructed to wait quietly so they didn't speak. Frank desperately
wanted to in order to figure out which of the survivors Sal had named
was which girl, but he couldn't. None of them bore any resemblance to
the men Frank had known so it was impossible to tell from their faces.
They sat in silence for maybe another ten minutes before the door
opposite the one they had entered through opened. Beyond it lay a
garage, and in that garage a school bus.
"All aboard, ladies," said John, cheerily, "it's time to get you to your
new lives as teenage runaways."
In her head and despite her transformation she had still been Frank when
she entered the anteroom. As she exited it she knew that Frank was dead.
Her old life was over, gone forever. She would never see any of her
family and friends again. She was Mary now.
And she would be Mary for the rest of her days.
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To be concluded....
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Note: Story amended and reposted to correct plot errors spotted by
eagle-eyed readers.
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