This drabble consists of Harvey finally seeking revenge on Jeff, after years of torments and bullying. Takes place during the Great School Quiz.


OVERDUE FIGHT

Harvey Hunter had never been so petrified. Consumed by fear, seated with one arm propped up supporting his head, fingers splayed over his forehead, Harvey tried to breathe calmly. He couldn't do this, couldn't just sit here and do NOTHING. He had to stall the Quiz in some way.

Glancing at the ticking clock, his brain kicked into gear. The Great School Quiz had been underway for five whole minutes, meaning that they were approaching the half-way point. Harvey, along with the rest of SPLAT, knew what was coming at the end and they were powerless to stop it.

Harvey prayed for a miracle, squeezing his eyes shut and begging for there to be something that stalled the Quiz.

His eyes snapped open when there was a shout. An ecstatic grin crept onto his face at the scene before him. An issue had aroused to do with the filming equipment. Barely breaking out of character, Eddy Hair announced to the viewers at home that there would be a short intermission, replacing the Quiz with cartoons whilst they fixed the equipment.

The lights dimmed, becoming apparent that they were no longer on the air. All of SPLAT sighed a relief as the sound of chattering filled the hall. Of course, the chatter did not resonate from any one adorned in a green uniform.

Harvey chewed on his lip as he thought of what to do. Knowing that the equipment would soon be fixed, Harvey put his plan into action. His hand shot up and he yelled, louder than needed:

"Sir? Can I go to the toilet please?"

All the attention swiftly diverted to the Headmaster, who simply waved a hand in dismissal. Harvey clambered to his feet and began to slide past people to get to the aisle. However, a sudden grip on the sleeve of his blazer made him halt and turn his head.

Lloyd's eyes were widened in anxiety and apprehension. He searched his brother's face for any hint of what he was planning to do, but Harvey's expression was unreadable.

In the end, Lloyd settled for squeezing the younger boy's arm, before letting go and whispering:

"Don't get into trouble, H."

Harvey smirked. "Since when have I ever gotten into trouble, L?"

Ignoring Lloyd's snort, he continued down the stairs until he was in front of the stage. Harvey diverted to the left, reaching out an arm to pull one of the double doors open, when a cold, brisk, triumphant voice made him freeze.

"Jeff, accompany Mr Hunter. We wouldn't want anything happening to him now, would we?"

Gulping, Harvey rotated his head round, hand still clenched around the door handle. Seeing Jeff striding towards him, vindictive smirk of pleasure etched on to his face, usually would have resulted in Harvey's terror shooting up.

But not this time.

Instead, Harvey blinked. Another idea had swam into his head and he struggled to keep his face from lighting up in glee. Pulling open the door, he stepped forwards, hunching his shoulders.

The small boy began to trail down the corridor, hearing the door behind him slam shut. Harvey focused on the line running down the corridor, all too aware of the heavy footsteps following him.

The pair swiftly arrived at the nearest bathroom. Jeff sneered and shoved Harvey forcefully into the room.

"Hurry up, Hunter. You have two minutes." He snarled.

Quickly, Harvey slipped into a cubicle, shutting and locking the door for precaution. He withdrew his asthma pump from his blazer pocket, shook it and inhaled. Pocketing the pump, he held out his trembling hands in front of him.

'Just do it, Harvey. You have the fate of the country in your hands.'

Determination coursed through him as he unlocked the door and stepped out of the cubicle. Wetting his hands, he ran them through his fair hair, messing it up. Nodding at his reflection, he exited the bathroom, making sure to keep a few paces behind Jeff.

As they approached the double doors that would take them back into the hall, Harvey swallowed his fear and mumbled:

"Idiot."

Instantly, Jeff whirled round, the rage evident on his features. "What did you just say, Hunter?!" He clenched his fists, attempting to contain his anger.

Harvey dragged his head up, locking gazes with his tormentor. His fate fell seamlessly from his lips:

"You're an idiot, Jeff Morgan."

Jeff snapped. Releasing a bellow of fury, he prepared to launch himself at the boy he hated, but stopped upon seeing Harvey sprint past him, banging open the doors and racing into the hall.

Jeff wasted no time in hunting him down.

Throwing open the doors, he stamped into the room, a snarl shifting his face as he spotted Hunter in the space between the stage and the first row of seats.

Grabbing his shoulder, he spun the smaller boy round, shoved his face up close and growled words that echoed around the now silent room.

"What did you call me, Hunter?!"

Harvey gritted his teeth, clenching his fists as he stuck his chin out in defiance.

"I called you an idiot, Morgan. I think you need a hearing aid!"

At this remark, Jeff brought one of his hands to shoulder height, balling it up into a fist, aiming it for Hunter's round face, when Harvey struck.

Snatching Jeff's other arm, he yanked it towards him, focussed on the pale freckled flesh of the hand, bent his head and bit down. HARD.

Jeff could only stand there in shock. His raised arm dropped and he went slack jawed at what was occurring. Only when Hunter released his hand, now covered in saliva and with embedded teeth marks, did Jeff react.

Growling in a mixture of rage and pain, Jeff inspected his hand before gazing at Hunter murderously.

"Why you little-! You BIT me! You're going to pay for that, Hunter!"

Jeff raised his arm once again and thrust it forward. His fist connected with the side of Hunter's face, the boy's cheek smashing against his lips painfully. Once Jeff's fist had lost contact with Harvey's skin, the Prefect folded his arms across his chest. Clicking his tongue at the sting resonating from the bite, he smirked in a smug manner.

At this action, Harvey stumbled away, whimpering in agony as he tentatively prodded the patch of skin that had been hit.

Jeff curled his lip as he caught sight of the tears that had begun to trail down the small boy's face.

Sneering, he pouted and laced his voice with a sickening, mocking tone:

"Awww, is the baby crying? Little Harvey hurt? You going to run home to Mummy and tell her what big bad Jeff did? You're pathetic, you weakling! Little Harvey Hunter, the weak little baby who can't do anything for himself! Who has to depend on his big strong brother, to protect him! Face it Hunter, without that group of yours, you would have been relentlessly punished, you little troublemaker! YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY PATHETIC!"

With a trembling hand, Harvey wiped away the tears, ignoring the throbbing pain in his cheek as he seethed at Jeff. He was fed up, of being tormented by Jeff Morgan. Rage built in him as recollections of every time he had been belittled by Jeff, rose to the surface of his mind. He started to shake, the rage coursing through him, until it overwhelmed him.

With that, Harvey James Hunter snapped.

Lowering his voice to a hiss, Harvey's eyes flashed dangerously as he snarled:

"Shut the fuck up, Morgan."

Everybody who knew Harvey gasped loudly, except for the Headmaster, who quickly smothered his shock at the boy's use of foul language. Eddy Hair signalled for the crew operating the cameras, to stop working on fixing them, as he was thoroughly intrigued.

Jeff stared, wide eyed, at his favourite victim. He NEVER thought that Harvey Hunter, of all people, would have possessed the nerve to stand up to him.

Seeing that Jeff was lost for words, Harvey continued, his voice getting louder and louder as years of pent up frustration and misery poured from him in a rapid stream.

"Six years… SIX YEARS, I'VE HAD TO PUT UP WITH YOUR CRAP! I DON'T GET IT, WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM WITH ME?! YOU SEEM TO HAVE A PERSONAL VENDETTA AGAINST ME FOR ABSOLUTETLY NO REASON! WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU?! MY FIRST DAY, I CAME INTO SCHOOL FIVE MINUTES EARLY. FIVE MINUTES! AND, WHAT DO YOU DO?!"

Harvey stopped for breath, red in the face. He paused for a few moments, before continuing:

"BLOODY SCREAM AND LECTURE ME FOR IT! I WAS FIVE YEARS OLD! AND OBVIOUSLY GETTING INTO TROUBLE ON MY FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL CAUSED ME TO CRY!"

"BUT YOU LOVED THAT THOUGH, DIDN'T YOU? SNEERED AT ME… 'OH LOOK AT THE LITTLE BABY! HE'S SO PATHETIC, CRYING BECAUSE HE WAS TOLD OFF!' AND THEN, HAH, IT'S SO FUNNY BECAUSE IT'S STUPID, I STARTED TO HAVE TROUBLE BREATHING, SO I TOOK OUT MY ASTHMA PUMP AND OH, DIDN'T YOU HAVE A FIELD DAY WITH THAT! WHAT DID YOU CALL ME, JEFF MORGAN?!"

Harvey paused again, scanning Jeff's form for any indication that he would answer, but upon seeing that he wasn't going to, Harvey continued once again:

'WHEEZY!'

"WELL, I'M SO SORRY FOR HAVING ASTHMA! I'M SO SORRY THAT I SURVIVED THE LIFE SAVING OPERATION I HAD WHEN I WAS A MONTH OLD! WELL, YOU KNOW WHAT? I'M NOT PUTTING UP WITH ANY OF YOUR SHIT ANYMORE! WANT TO KNOW WHY?! BECAUSE I'M MORE POWERFUL THAN YOU WILL EVER BE, JEFF MORGAN!"

Finishing off his rant, Harvey panted, withdrawing his asthma pump from his blazer pocket with a trembling hand. He brought it to his mouth and began to administer it, eyes never leaving Jeff's, the older boy struggling to suppress the rage building up inside him.

No matter how hard he tried to diminish his anger, Jeff could not contain it any longer. With a furious snarl, he battered the pump out of Hunter's hands, sending it skidding along the floor. Chuckling sinisterly, he stamped over to it and raised his foot high.

Harvey gasped. "Please J-Jeff, don't!"

Grinning wickedly, Jeff brought his foot down hard, smashing the pump into little pieces. He ground his school shoe-clad foot down vigorously on the minuscule parts, enjoying this feeling of victory.

Jeff's gaze never left the small boy, smirking at the horror that slowly etched itself onto Hunter's round face at the scene before him.

Harvey trembled. His asthma pump, his lifeline lay in pieces, ruined beyond repair. He sniffled, shrugging off his baggy blazer and tossing it aside. Breath hitching, Harvey half spat, half stammered:

"Y-You're going to p-pay for that."

A simple raise of the eyebrow, was Jeff's only reaction. Harvey balled his fists, keen to wipe the smug look off of Jeff's freckled face. Gathering his courage, Harvey stamped over to the Prefect, swung his leg back and brought it forward, kicking Jeff in the crotch.

Harvey relished the sight of his tormentor, groaning in agony, knees bent and hands clutching at his nether regions. Eventually, Jeff managed to straighten up, wincing, hands automatically smoothing down his rumpled uniform. Taking a few clumsy steps forwards, the Prefect sneered down at the troublemaker.

Both boys tuned out everyone else in the hall as they glared at one another.

The chants of "FIGHT! FIGHT!" emerged from the students of Manor Park, their teachers and Headmaster shushing them. The blank gazes of St Champions staff and pupils, the Prefects glaring at the fact that Hunter was riling one of their own up. The Headmaster surveyed the two children coldly, ready to snap his fingers in case the incident got too out of hand. Eddy Hair and the crew watched anxiously, unsure of what to do and thankful that they were currently off the air. The rest of SPLAT were horrified, though a small part of each of them was filled with glee over Harvey finally getting revenge on the person that had been bullying him, for so long.

The inevitable happened, when Harvey parted his lips.

"You're the weakling, Jeff Morgan. Not me."

A scream of rage pierced through the air, as Jeff launched himself at Harvey. The small boy was slammed into the ground, breath escaping him at the sudden impact. Fists filled his vision as Harvey writhed underneath Jeff, trying in vain to escape from his beating.

Eventually, an opportunity to do so, arose. Jeff had leaned back, one arm drawn back in preparation for a potential face breaking punch, when Harvey pushed himself up using his upper body, tilted his head and sunk his teeth into the flesh of Jeff's nose.

Instantly, Jeff screeched, whirling back, jaw dropped in shock at the blood pooling in his cupped hands. Crouched, he raised his head, pure fury evident on his features, eyes glinting with utter loathing.

"You are so DEAD."

Fear coursed through Harvey at this ominous statement, causing him to disregard logic and throw himself at Jeff Morgan, intent on preventing Jeff from murdering him.

The two boys wrestled on the ground, only caring about causing the other as much damage as they possibly could. The hall filled with whoops and cheers from Manor Park students. Lloyd shot to his feet, intent on getting his little brother away from Jeff, but a hand pushed down forcefully on his shoulder, which caused him to collapse back into his chair.

He swallowed as one of his fellow pupils stared blankly at him, shaking her head briefly, before focussing back onto the fight.

The audible click of fingers echoed around the room. The cheers gradually died down as all eyes settled onto the Headmaster's form. Still seated, his concealed eyes were brewing with fury. In a sharp tone, he barked:

"Jeff! Stop at once! You are a Prefect, conduct yourself with integrity!"

At his leader's reprimand, Jeff Morgan ceased attacking Harvey and rose to his full height. He stepped away, once again, smoothing down his uniform. The crook of his nose was still weeping blood and there was a large tear at the bottom of his trousers. His hair was unkempt, a bruise brandishing his cheek.

Though his hand was not bleeding anymore, there were still traces of dried up blood and around his neck, stubby fingerprints were displayed on his skin, where Harvey had tried to strangle him.

Speaking of Harvey, he was in a much worse state than Jeff. Weakly climbing to his feet, he wheezed. Loosening his tie, he flung it away, running his small hands through his sweat matted fair hair.

The side of his face throbbed horribly, a large purplish bruise forming. His swollen lip was bleeding, the blood dripping down his chin and spattering onto his long sleeved school shirt. Harvey winced as he prodded his ribs and his back, hissing at the touch.

Glancing up, Harvey scanned the crowd, averting his gaze in shame when SPLAT fell into his line of vision. A clearing of the throat caused him to stiffen and slowly shuffle round to face the source of the noise.

Harvey flinched. The Headmaster's glare was evident, even with his glasses obscuring his blazing green eyes. Wringing his hands, Harvey scuffed his shoes and mumbled:

"Sorry."

The Headmaster's face remained expressionless whilst he snapped:

"Are you, Harvey Hunter? Are you truly? I do not know what caused you to instigate this act of violence, but believe me, you shall be paying for this."

There was a whirring sound, making some of the audience jump. Eddy Hair cartwheeled back onto the stage and sidled up to Harvey.

"Oi kid, good on ya for sticking up for yourself. But, maybe you should have thought about it first. Looks like you're in a LOT of trouble with your Headmaster. You better hope that your school wins, otherwise, he'll take out your school's losing on you. Anyway, do you mind getting off the stage? Cause the cameras are rolling in like, five seconds."

Providing Harvey with a grin, Eddy Hair turned his attention to the cameras, beaming in delight.

"Welcome back, boys and girls! So sorry about that! Don't worry, everything's been fixed and we can carry on with the final round of the Great School Quiz! Got you guessing? That's how I like it!"

Harvey scurried away from the spotlight, gulping as he drew ever closer to the Headmaster. Passing Dinah, he spotted the worry in her eyes. A brief squeeze of his hand was all she could offer as he made his way up the steps.

Harvey halted by the Headmaster, willing himself not to cower in fear. The man kept his gaze straight ahead, but the small boy noticed that his gaze flickered occasionally towards him.

The Headmaster hissed out the side of his mouth: "You will be punished for this, boy. And I am going to be letting Jeff organise your punishment. No doubt, it will be painful and humiliating. I warned you and your little group not to interfere any further with my plans, and although the others did not, you alone, ATTACKED my Deputy Head Prefect!"

Harvey's jaw dropped.

"B-But he attacked me first!"

The Headmaster swivelled his head round to face the small troublemaker, eyes flashing dangerously.

"Silence." He snarled, voice low enough for only Harvey to hear.

"Go back to your seat, little boy. I will deal with you once I have won. Now, get out of my sight!"

Harvey nodded, instantly stumbling off the stage and towards the rows of seats. Everyone in the audience was surveying him with a mixture of emotions. Harvey was nearing the row that SPLAT were allocated at, when his voice rang out amongst the cheering.

"Hunter, aren't you forgetting something?"

Harvey cautiously pivoted on the spot, trailing his tongue over his swollen lip as he locked gazes with Jeff Morgan. His gaze slid to what Jeff had clenched in his fist and Harvey patted his torso, slipping out a weak chuckle.

"Oh yeah, my blazer…."

Padding down the steps, Harvey accidently bit his swollen lip. Gasping at the sudden pain, he slunk over to Jeff and picked up his discarded tie. He hung it around his neck, nearly thrown off balance when Jeff shoved the blazer into his hands.

Aware that Eddy Hair was in the middle of asking a question, Jeff pitched his voice low and narrowed his eyes.

"Well Hunter, what do you say?"

Harvey trembled and sighed, all of his confidence gone. "T-Thank you, Jeff."

He cringed at his stuttering, turning away and practically legging it back to his seat. He ignored his brother's angry mutterings in his ear and hid his injured face behind his blazer, wishing that a hole in the ground could open up and swallow him whole.


Ambling down his road alongside the other members of SPLAT, Harvey thought in delight:

'We won! And I got my revenge on Jeff Morgan! Maybe this day was pretty good after all… Now to try and come up with an explanation about my injuries, and explain to Mum and Dad, why my asthma pump is broken.'