Free One, Two ... He Is Coming for You by Willow Rose Page A

don’t.”
    “Boarding schools are used for rich parents to get rid of their kids.
Sending them to boarding school means they don’t have to deal with them any
longer. Most rich parents are emotionally inadequate, almost disabled. Because their
own parents didn’t love them, they are not capable of loving their children.
Then they ship them off to boarding school and only have to spend time with
them on the holidays. And even  then they will be too busy for them. So
they are left to themselves. Rich and merciless. Without any compassion for
other human beings since they haven’t gotten any growing up. That’s the life of
most boarding school kids. They did indeed want to amount to something. But
they knew they would on account of their parents. And everybody knew if you
wanted to be someone when school was over, you’d better not have pissed these
guys off while you were in the school. If you were friends with Didrik
Rosenfeldt you would surely amount to something later in life.”
    “But you are not like that. You are different, why?”
    “I broke off with them in 1986. Told them I didn’t want to be a part of
their game anymore. It was over for me.”
    “Game?”
    He sighed again. I sensed that he had been running from this story most
of his adult life, thinking he could escape it, but now it had caught up on
him.
    “They had a game called ‘A Gentleman Hunt.’”
    “A Gentleman Hunt? What was that?
    “It was a game that Didrik Rosenfeldt invented. One of the guys would
come up with a fantasy and they would go out and make it real. Like raping the
girl while dressed as Freddy Krueger. It was a challenge. Someone would
challenge the rest of the group to do something awful and then they had to do
it. If one refused they would be beaten up and thrown out of the game. To be excluded
from the group meant no protection. You were certain to be their next victim.”
    “How did he come up with that?”
    “One time he told us he had this fantasy about scaring the shit out of a
boy in eighth grade, and then he told the rest of the group what he wanted to
do to him, and then they all went out and did it.”
    “What did they do?”
    “The kid was from the U.S. He had lost his parents in a car accident and
had this one picture of them he always kept close to him, in his pocket. Didrik
and the rest took the picture from him one afternoon in the boys’ bathroom.
They took it from his clothes while the kid was in the shower. When he came out
all naked they showed him they had taken it. He wanted it back and started
crying, but they didn’t care. They stuck the picture in his mouth and lit it on
fire. He was to hold it like that. If he dropped it they would shoot him, they
said and placed a gun to the boy’s head. As the picture burned the crying boy
eventually burned himself and dropped the burning picture to the floor.”
    “Then what?”
    “Then they pulled the trigger. But it clicked. It wasn’t loaded.”
    “Wow. That was tough.”
    “The boy had to leave the school after that.”
    “What about Didrik Rosenfeldt and his gang?”
    “Their parents paid the victim off and they continued their lives. And
this was just the beginning. Now they started picking on all the new students who
came to the school. Challenging each other in various fantasies and making them
real.”
    “Someone must have been complaining about them to the headmaster.”
    “Some did every once in a while. And they paid the price for it. I
remember one in particular who told on the boys and they hung him from the
ceiling in the gym, by his arms. Then they beat him all night like a punching
ball. He had to spend six months in the hospital. And he never told anyone who
did it.”
    Ulrik looked up and spotted a falcon looking for food on the ground. He
pointed at it and I saw it too. The fog had gotten lighter and we could now see
more of the forest.
    “Did they pick on you?” I asked.
    “You only pick on someone who won’t fight