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"They were only as scary as they had to be Corinne baby. And believe me, they had to be really freakin scary back then." answered Rolo.

"No little lady, they weren't bad guys. In fact, they were the opposite. They were the heroes. They were everyones heroes actually. Their struggle against the cruel elitist snobs of this town inspired so many people. Baby you have no idea. The shit they got up to. I can spend all day tellin you about how they stuck it to the man. They even had the royals shakin in their boots at times. The chaos they spread in the school, man." said Rolo enthusiastically.

"You wanna know the coolest thing about em Corinne? Anyone could join their gang. Just as long as you hated those snobby Royals that is. They united people of all different types. That shit is huge around here." Rolo explained reverently.

"They stuck it to the Royal whenever they could, any any way they could think of. It was like a prank explosion, but with the Royals as the only victims. Pretty soon, ain't nobody was afraid of em anymore. People were free to be whoever they liked and hang with whoever they wanted. It was more than that Corinne, everyone became friends. It was truly the funnest and coolest time to be at this school. I just wish I was old enough to be around when it all went down. Sadly though, the Royals ruined it all, as usual." said Rolo.

He hugged Corinne even closer now. He loved this story. Waxing nostalgic always put him in a good mood.
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Corrine sprang up out of Rolo's arms. "I wanna be a rebel shark too! I wanna beat that nasty Charles!" Corrine gasped and squished her cheeks.

"We should bring them back! Under a different name! This could be a way to save you! If we get a group of people to make Charles scared, he'll have to let you guys go! But we need a tough name... oh! And maybe something to identify them too!" Corrines head was buzzing with ideas. She may have just found a way to save her Rolo! And his friends!
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"Slow down Corinne baby. I haven't gotten to the kicker yet." Rolo said happily.

"Just like what happened with the Salt Bay Turbos, the Old Royals approached them with a deal. One that promised them more than they dared to dream of. And just like us, it proved to be their downfall. Lookin back on things now, it was stupid of us to try the same shit as they did. But we were so far up our own asses. We thought we were too smart to let Charles get the best of us like that. I guess that ain't true after all." Rolo said in a more serious tone.

Anyways, the Old Royals wanted to end the feud. To let bygones be bygones. They allowed anyone to attend their fancy parties and hang out on their massive yachts if they wanted to. They even allowed some kids to become Royals themselves if they were cool and good looking enough. They offered the high life to anyone who wanted it. Such a deal was too good to be true. Sadly, it was. Those royals are such sneaky fucks, I'll give em that." explained Rolo.

"The sneaky part came later. When they slowly but surely put restrictions on who could become a fellow Royal and who can hang and stuff. Eventually, this caused a divide in the Rebel Sharks. The two biggest groups that formed within the super group were the Slicks and the Salt Bay Turbos." revealed Rolo.
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"The slicks... they hang out in the junkyard, yeah? So they were part of the sharks too? Why did they split up? Why can't everyone just get along?!" Corrine pleaded. It wasn't fair that only a few were allowed to be one or the other. Everyone was equal right?

"You said there were two main groups right? Who else was there?! Maybe we can get them to help you!" She thought out loud. Oh, how she wanted to save her Rolo. How she wanted him and his friends to get along and finally be free from Charles.

"There's gotta be something..."
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Rolo shook his head ruefully. "No can do sweet thing. All those other smaller groups are long gone. It's just the Turbos and the Slicks now. Those damn Slicks. If it wasn't for them..." Rolo ended with a momentary pause.

"Ya see Corinne, it was the Slicks who wanted the "high life" that the Old Royals offered more than anyone else. They wanted it so bad that they completely disregarded the original purpose of the Rebel Sharks and broke away. Of course this caused a chain reaction that splintered the whole group. But it was us Salt Bay Turbos that remained loyal to the spirit of our rebellion. After the group or "movement" broke apart it was obvious that the old spirit was lost. And so those of us who were still loyal thought it dishonest and downright disrespectful to keep the name of the Rebel Sharks. That's why we call ourselves the Salt Bay Turbos." explained Rolo.

"The Slicks were so far up the Old Royals asses that the only time they ever saw daylight was when a Royal took a dump. Ironically though, that shit didn't work out too well for em. The Old Royals used them as free muscle for hire but that never once made any of em a Royal. The Salt Bay Turbos though, we stayed true to who and what we were. Because of this the people still considered us the heroes that the Rebel Sharks used to be. And so in the end, it was us that the Old Royals favoured more than those slimy Slicks." said Rolo rather smugly.

"But we weren't so heroic either. We took up the Old Royals offer of greater loyalty in exchange for both greater popularity and access to the high life, as well as the end to the class struggle of course. To top it all off, we were going to stick it to those Slicks bastards for being such greedy little pussy ass bitches. It seemed too good to be true. By that time though we were so blinded by our lust for revenge that we forgot that the Slicks used to be fellow Rebel Sharks as well. That they struggled alongside us from the very beginning. Greed and vengeance man, those things will fuck you up." said Rolo gravely.

"We've been at war with the Slicks ever since. Luckily for us, those Slicks bastards were not as strong as us. But still, with everything goin on lately, I dunno." said Rolo nervously.

"So the original Salt Bay Turbos were the lapdogs of the Old Royals for a while. So taken in were we by the glamour of the Old Royals that we became the very thing the Rebel Sharks vowed to destroy. The oppressive social hierarchy was back but this time, it was being enforced by us. The kids of this school once more lived in fear. Extreme bullying was once again committed by the Old Royals without consequence. Luckily though it didn't take long for us to join the dots. And so we waited until the Old Royals had complete faith in us and until we were at the height of our own power and influence. At long last we all said "fuck it" and just plumb decided to stop doing their dirty work. Of course it caught those Old Royal assholes off guard but there was not a thing they could do about it. We had them by the balls this time. Despite all the shit we did for them, we still had the respect of the people back from the Rebel Shark days. We threatened to start a new rebellion if they continued to pull their bullshit. Such a thing made them wet themselves of course." explained Rolo.

"So everyone said "fuck it" and the whole thing just fell apart. The Old Royals stopped their extreme bullying campaigns of the "untouchable" kids after they broke apart and us Salt Bay Turbos just chilled the fuck out and did our own thing. At long last, there was peace at Salt Bay High. That was, until this recent bullshit with Charles." said Rolo with obvious frustration in his voice.

"I said I will tell you baby girl so here it is, the truth about us Salt Bay Turbos. The truth is that we do not want to be a gang. That we only stayed a gang because of the Slicks and the lingering evil of the Old Royals. I suppose Chet wanted to destroy the one last person that could bring about the rise of the New Royals in one fell swoop. But it turned out that Charles is the sneakiest motherfucka of all. He turned that desire against us. We've failed the memory of the Rebel Sharks. We fell into a trap so deep that....." said Rolo woefully.

He was suddenly struck with the shame of it all. New tears began to well up in his eyes. He tried not to cry this time, but some tears still ran down his face.

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Corrine hugged Rolo again. It broke her heart to see him so stressed. There had to be some way to beat Charles at his own game. Taking control of a group of people and threatening them was beyond infuriating. Corrine could feel her blood boil. If steam could come out of her nose it would. While Rolo was crying, Corrine was steaming.
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Rolo hugged Corinne back tightly. What he said to Corinne, he meant every word of it. Of how he felt like he could do anything with her by his side. He loved her more than anything and he felt that he could never say it enough. Such a perfect moment was ruined by the ringing of that obnoxious school bell. Rolo released himself from Corinnes embrace with a jolt.

"I guess I will see ya around little lady. And don't worry, we'll figure somthin out. Just don't stop believin in me alright?" asked Rolo quite shyly.
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"Rolo, I always believe on you! Just keep trying your best! You can get through this!" Corrine smiled. She kissed Rolo on the cheek before heading off to her next class. She had a slight skip in her step. Her cheeks were rosy and her heart was pounding. She couldn't help but smile all the way until the end of the day.




Corrine sighed as she remembered what day it was. She was sitting on her bed in her princess style room, next to the person she disliked almost more than Charles himself. It was Klaus. Becuase he was staying in vacation for a few months, he decided to smother poor Corrine in affection. She hated how clingy Klaus was and how he loved to talk about their future. But she didn't dare tell him about her and Rolo. That would be scandalous.

The couple sat in Mawi's garden, as the bugs and birds chirped their little hearts out. The garden was full of exotic plants front where Corrines mother was born. Some poisonous if eaten and some rather gross looking. But her mother loved every creature, no matter how gross or disgusting. Everything had a beating heart.

Klaus took a small sip of his tea. "Corrine, my dear, why don't we go on a date soon? Let me take you somewhere nice instead of this stuffy mansion, hm? I'm sure you'd like to have a bit of fun!" he offered.

"A date, hm? Where would you take me?" Corrine cocked her head and asked.

"I don't know this town very well still, but how about I take you dancing? Or maybe go to a nice restaurant? Oh! How about the beach?" he suggested.

"N-no thank you... I-I don't like any of those..." said Corrine, slumping in her iron garden chair.

"You're such a timid girl~! I'm sure you'll have a great time! There must be something you want to do!" Klaus finished his tea and set his cup aside.

Corrine sighed. "I mean, I don't think there's anything we could do. This town doesn't have too much to do besides go to the beach. There has to be something. Father will get mad at me if we aren't spending time together." Corrine pouted. Her mind was too busy thinking about breaking the Turbos free than going on dates. Her eyes began to grow heavy. It was getting late.

"Tired, darling? Let me take you to your room." Klaus graciously offered to carry Corrine to her room. She reluctantly said yes, and had him literally carry her to her room like a princess. She did not mind being carried. She just didn't like the one carrying her.

He placed her gently on her bed and smiled. "Guten Nacht, Leibling." Klaus kissed Corrine on the cheek and before he knew it, she was fast asleep.

He gave her a worried look. "Oh, how am I going to tell you...?"
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In the middle of the great foyer of Lancaster Manor stood a row of rather tense looking Salt Bay Turbos. Once again, the tailor measured them all one by one. His tape measure pressed up against Divos inner thigh rather unceremoniously. He had never been to a fitting before. But he couldn't imagine a worse introduction to one. He swore that the old mans wrist brushed against his crotch more than a few times. The whole thing was perverse to Divo, even without the crotch brushing. After taking some notes on his little note pad the tailor then began to measurer the inner thigh of his left leg. This time around the tailor brushed a little too forcefully against Divos crotch.

"Hey! What the!" he exclaimed.

"Don't flatter yourself kid. I've been on my feet all day and these old bones ain't gettin any younger." said the tailor.

"Whatever, just take it easy down there." requested Divo.

"Quit your complainin. You're lucky that rich little brat ain't around. He can be one mean son of a bitch." the tailor remarked.

"You got that right old timer. But why work for a piece of shit like that?" inquired Divo.

"Look kid I ain't no saint. The kid pays well and my pension just ain't cuttin it these days." explained the tailor rather defensively.

"I guess I can't fault you too much old timer. It seems that in the end, we all gotta do whatever we can survive." said Divo ruefully.

"You're smarter than you look kid. I'm going to give you the brass buttons." offered the tailor jovially.

"Thanks old timer. I really appreciate it. Where is that rich brat anyway?" asked Divo.

"He's out exercising with your tall fat friend. His uniform is going to be a heck of a lot of work let me tell you." said the tailor.

"Lord knows he needs it." remarked Divo.

The tailor himself let out a loud and breathless sounding laugh. Divo was beginning to like this old man. If only he didn't take an eternity to make a single measurement. Divo surmised though that he did distract the man from his job with pleasant conversation. And so Divo stood as still as a mannequin until the job was done. He couldn't help but worry about Rolo though.




"You gotta run faster than that fat boy!" yelled Charles from the drivers seat of one of his luxury sedans.

"Yes......sir." replied Rolo between puffs of breath.

Rolo was made to run the mountain road, from the Lancaster Manor down to the town of Sea Salt Bay and back again. The task was quite an arduous one to say the least. The sun was setting on yet another beautiful spring day. The birds in the overhanging trees chirped and tweeted for their lovers and their territory. Truly it was a chaotic yet melodic sound. The view from the mountain itself would have been glorious. Especially with how the sun set over the bay. Unfortunately for Rolo though, he was not in a position to truly appreciate it. He was far too busy being made to torture himself through exercise whilst being tormented by Charles.

Whenever he stopped, Charles threw rotten food at him. It was beyond humiliating and it kinda hurt. Charles seemed to have a good arm on him. But none of it affected Rolo though, for he knew he had the love and support of a very lovely young lady. Every time he thought of Corinne, he couldn't help but smile. Even during Charles' incessant taunts the smile never left his face. The rotten food did hurt a little but he was able to tune that out as well. All he had to do was think about how he and Corinne would get their sweet revenge. How very satisfying it will be after all the torment he will have to endure at the hands of Charles. And so Rolo decided to roll with the punched so to speak and wait for an opening.

"Wipe that smile off of your face you fat tub of shit!" yelled Charles.

"Yes sir." replied Rolo with more levity this time.

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Klaus sat in his hotel room. It was the most expensive and the highest room there was in the city. A rich kid had to travel and stay in style. The suite was covered in paintings of the beach and lighthouses. Some had descriptions of the artist underneath the frame while others had a piece of history of Sea Salt Bay on the side.

Klaus liked staying in America. Life was much more different and interesting than boring old Germany. Not only that, but his beloved Corrine lived here! More like cousin Corrine. The two were betrothed at birth. There were no other suitors fit for Corrine and her family's status other than her younger cousin, Klaus. Although they were related by blood, they were the only two suitable for marriage.

The two got along rather well when they were younger. Always playing with each others toys, sharing candy, causing mischief and much more. The two were practically best friends. It was a good sign since they were to be married when they were both 18. As the years went on, Klaus grew more and more in love with Corrine while she became more distant towards him.

Of course Corrine still loved her cousin and always will, but she didn't quite love him the way he loved her. It broke Klaus' heart, so he decided to be more lovable, more forceful with Corrine. That just made her grow more distant. The more distant she became, the more forceful he would be. He only now just realized it didn't work.

She didn't know, but Klaus had fallen inlove with another. He didn't have the heart to tell her that the engagement was off. She would have been over joyed to know that they weren't getting married. But she would have to face her father's wrath. He was more than determined to bring the two together. The longer Klaus waited to tell her the angrier her father would be.

He was stuck between a rock and a hard place. But he knew he had to tell her that another man was waiting for him at home. For now, Klaus would have to make it up to Corrine.
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And so another day passed with nary a dramatic incident. Once again, the Salt Bay Turbos avoided each other in the halls of Salt Bay High. Switch and Divo greeted each other whenever they passed one another, but that was it. Rolo and Chet still ignored and avoided each other like the plague. Few people noticed such things though none dared question it. The jury was still out on how powerful the Turbos still were within the school itself. The incident in the cafeteria with Rolo was particularly brazen, but it was not a stunt that most of the other students had the audacity to pull just yet. Chet thought it prudent that they stuck together anyway so as to keep up appearances. Sadly though, there was a little too much bad blood between he and his friends for that to work just yet. Rolo once again sat with Corinne, Ralphie, and Spoon. They spoke at length about various pop culture news and trivia, which Rolo himself thoroughly enjoyed. It put his mind at ease. Switch felt uneasy though, for it was his turn to lead a few of the guys to Lancaster Manor that afternoon.
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The junkyard was full that night. Members were banging pots and pans and old scraps of metal to make noise. A fire was burning in the center of the lot. The members’ faces were painted with red and white. The leader of the Slicks stood in front of the fire. The crowd went silent.

”Thank you all for coming. As you all know, my name is Xavier. I shall be hosting tonight’s meeting. Becuase tonight is no ordinary night for us. For we have a new member! And an important announcement towards the end!” Everyone yelled and cheered. A new member was very rare for the Slicks to gain a new member. Since the town had completely erased them from their memory, the Slicks had almost vanished.

”Antonio, please step forward! Your first step in initiation begins now!” Xavier shouted. Antonio walked to the center of the crowd. He was wearing nothing but his black pants and socks. His shirt was draped around his neck. He gave a small wave, knowing full well what was about to happen.

Two larger members knocked Antonio down on his hands and knees. One kept his arms tied behind his back while the other picked up a hot piece of coal and traced an ‘S’ on Antonio’s back. He screamed in pain. The crowd roared. The was taken away by the two as poor Antonio passed out.

Xavier walked back into the center.

”This is our time! Our greatest enemies are now weakened! The Turbos are falling apart! If we atack them now, they will be done for! We will finally take back what is ours! Our right! We shall ambush them at their weakest! THIS IS WAR!” the crowd screamed at the top of their lungs. They were ready to take down the Salt Bay Turbos.

Ralphie and Spoon looked at eachother. They knew they had to warn Rolo and Corrine about this.
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Chet rode through the streets of Sea Salt Bay on that overcast afternoon. The town itself was as alive with activity as ever. Tourists and locals alike ran to and fro between the various stores and restaurants. Lively chatter and laughter accompanied by the music of a few disparate buskers of diverse styles was the soundtrack to the evenings of Sea Salt Bay. Many people thought it a shame that everything closed so early though. But it is a small town after all. No amount of tourist popularity could change that. Some thunder could be heard in the distance. It seemed that there was a storm rolling in. Chet hoped that it would not rain on his way back from Lancaster Manor. Knowing his luck though, it probably would.

The small group of crew members began to ascend the mountain road. It was a road that Chet himself had taken in secret, many times before. The same old birds tweeted their battle cries and love sonnets on the overhanging trees above. All in all, it remained as peaceful and as picturesque as ever.

Up ahead though, near the fifth hairpin turn, he saw them. Their appearance caught Chet completely by surprise.

"What the fuck?" Chet whispered to himself.

"Pull over boys. Looks like we got company." ordered Chet.
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The slicks were climbing up the mountain chanting about the upcoming war. All of them were in a line, carrying cigarette lighters. Their faces were covered in red and white face paint. Some were carrying metal poles. The Slicks seemed very aggravated.

Xavier was at the head of the line. He climbed on top of Ghost Rock. Xavier screamed out ”Defeat the Turbos!” The rest joined in. The mountain boomed with the words, “Defeat the Turbos!”
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The small group of Turbos pulled over to the side of the road. A group of bikes of a familiar make were parked there at the fifth hairpin turn. These bikes in particularly were encountered many times before. Never under friendly circumstances though. Chet recognized those bikes immediately as the ones that belonged to the Slicks. Such a sight proved to be both enraging and slightly unnerving for him. The audacity struck him to say the least.

"What the hell are the Slicks doin here!? This is our turf!" yelled Chet as he dismounted his motorcycle.

"Let's go see what's up." Chet announced to the accompanying Turbo members.

And so they set off down the short woodland trail. Their party was only five in number. Many of the Turbos present wondered whether there were enough of them this time around to confront the Slicks. They felt very little anxiety though, for they were with their best fighter. The woodland trail was unusually quiet at the time. It was like a calm before the storm.
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The sound became louder and louder as the Salt Bay Turbos grew closer and closer to the Slicks. All of them were yelling and screaming. They were banging pots and pans, metal poles, and clashing rocks together. They were furious, and hungry for revenge. They wanted to take back what was rightfully theirs.
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Chet and his accompanying crew members began to hear what sounded like some people yelling off in the distance. As they drew closer to the end of the short woodland trail, the yelling became louder and unmistakable. The yelling was accompanied by a cacophony of metal clanging noises.

"What in the actual fuck." said Chet breathlessly.

As they reached the end of the trail to Lovers Haven, they were greeted by quite an intimidating sight. The likes of which made Chet himself jump a little in his boots.

"This doesn't look good fellas. Stay close and keep your guard up. These guys don't play fair." Chet warned the other Turbos.
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One of the slicks was trembling in his shoes. He didn’t sign up for this! These people were crazy! He gave his pole to his boyfriend, kissed him on the cheek and ran as fast as he could away from the mountain.

As he was running he almost slammed head first into the Turbos. He apologized perfusly.

“Oh my god what are you doing!? Get out of here as soon as you can! These guys are crazy! Oh, I hope Jeremy is ok...” He continued running down the mountain.
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"Whoa, ok!" replied Chet to the bewildered Slick.

Judging by all the ruckus that was going on, it seemed that the Slicks were trying really hard to project a tough and intimidating image. The only thing intimidating to Chet about the Slicks was how they outnumbered the Turbos in the clearing of Lovers Haven. Chet could almost laugh at how unintimidating they were. He saw not a single one that he couldn't beat in a fight. Hell, Chet surmised that he could probably take five on at a time without much effort. Nevertheless, he had the rest of his crew to deal with. They weren't brutally raised to be soldiers like Chet was. Individually their toughness only equated to about half of his own. And so Chet stood at the edge of the clearing of Lovers Haven, watching the buffoonery of the Slicks. He contemplated his next move.
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Meine Königin

Mawi ran though the thick bushes and vines that surrounded her town. That english man was driving her nuts! All of that talk of being together forever and living in the same household as one another was crazy talk. She was a princess and had to marry royalty. That was the law of the town.

The princess ran as fast as she could, dodging tree branches and avoiding wild animals. She didn't realize how fast this man was. He was insane! In mere minutes the German man caught up to her and grabbed her arm. He got down on one knee, smiling wide.

”Listen to me, Meine Liebste, you have to come stay with me! I know you hate it here, and I hate it in Germany too! Lets move far, far away and start a new life together!” It was true. She hated being a princess and being stuck in her town with nothing to do but wait for a suitor to come and marry her and turn her into a mother of 7 or more. Such was the custom. Mawi sighed and looked into the man’s eyes.

”Do you really, truly, love me with all of your heart? WIll you promise to never leave my side, no matter what?” Mawi asked.

Alder nodded. ”Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes! Come! Lets run away togther! I’ll have to ask to find the quickest trip to Germany and to a new country.. oh! And I need a ticket for you too!” He began to ramble on and on about their life together and how they’ll be a perfect couple. Mawi laughed and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Maybe being with this man wouldn’t so bad after all.




Alder was sitting in his office of his new home, reading letters, paying bills, and tossing junk mail. Mawi slowly came into his office with a big grin on her face. She snuck up behind him and covered his eyes.

”Guess who~?” she sang.

”Is it meine Königin?” he asked.

”Mm hm~! I brought you something~” She set a plate of cake in front of him. He laughed.

”Danke~ my dear. You are always so sweet to me.” He took a bite and kissed her cheek.

”Alder could I ask you a question?” He nodded and let her continue.

”Good! So... um... Girl or boy?” Alder looked at her confused.

”For what?” He asked.

”For what we’re having! Whats your preference?” She smiled.

”I... dont understand...”

”Oh for the love of... Honey! I’m pregnant!”

Alder took a few moments before bursting into tears. He was finally going to have a child! He got up and hugged Mawi. He picked her up and spun her around, kissing her gently on the lips.
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