This choice: Step inside his office...if you dare • Go Back...Chapter #5Step inside his office...if you dare by: Mcbobby0101   How strange were the circumstances surrounding your current situation. The school library claimed that you had failed to return your math book while you remained absolutely adamant that you had proactively returned it before its due date. You would have gladly dealt with the issue with the librarian as it was not uncommon for students to accidentally switch textbooks and turn in each other's textbooks without knowing; you were confident that this is what happened. However, due to some administrative and policy changes your school had gone through in the past year, a lost textbook was automatically treated as a serious offence as it was seen as a disrespect of school property. With this unrelenting zero tolerance policy in place you were unable to plea your case with the librarian and were instead sent straight to the highest disciplinary authority the school had to offer, Mr. Reed. That's how you ended up in your current position, nervously standing outside of his imposing office, waiting for your turn to speak with the brute.
The door flung open with a sudden, swift moment to reveal a trembling boy being ushered along by the firm grasp of one of Mr. Reed's hands as he towered over the lad with a scowl. You remained silent as you saw the boy being lead along until Mr. Reed broke the silence with a stern order, "Wait inside. I'll be back soon." You obeyed and stepped inside his office, taking a seat in one of the two uncomfortable chairs that faced his desk.
You filled the creeping minutes you had to yourself by looking around his office, observing his various medals, awards, and photos, the vast majority were from his time in the military. Judging from the photos, Mr. Reed was an absolute beast with muscles rivaling those of any bodybuilder. Nowadays, he had gained a bit of weight and lost some muscle mass but was still intimidatingly strong as hell. You could only imagine the intimidation he had been capable of whilst still in his prime, he would have been able to stomp out delinquency with a single glance. The remainder of the awards were for the exceedingly good jobs he had apparently done at other schools, gaining the reputation for being able to straighten out the delinquents at even the worst schools within a matter of weeks. And, he wouldn't just make the schools he worked at average but instead transform them into well-oiled machines that cranked out well-disciplined pupils that were seemingly incapable of making small mistakes, like losing their math book.
Speaking about Mr. Reeds seemingly magical abilities to turn around any school he came into contact with, nobody was 100% certain as to what Mr. Reeds tactics were. All that people knew was that he started out by targeting groups, punishing the entire group in private before giving them humiliating public punishments such as making them scrub the walls of the lunchroom clean. After he finished with all of the troublesome groups he would move onto individuals, such as yourself, either giving them private or public punishments. Beyond this, whatever Mr. Reed did behind closed doors remained unknown since, frustratingly, nobody who had experienced the punishment ever spoke of it. Not even teachers knew or if they did they did a great job of keeping it under raps, not that they would care to know. All that administrates and teachers cared about were the results, they couldn't care less about the means.
Naturally, fantastical theories emerged, none of which you considered to be credible. Still, you couldn't help but scratch your head in wonderment at some of the things that had happened after Mr. Reed arrived at your school that almost made you believe some of the theories. Foremost was the fact that after he was done with a particularly troublesome group you'd notice that one or two of the groups members were suddenly missing. What made this stranger was that it only happened to groups that were more on the outskirts of the typical high school hierarchy. This made it harder for the general populous to notice the disappearance of those individuals in the first place and once they did they just assumed that the individuals had simply moved away. You would have accepted this if it just happened once or twice but the reality was that people were disappearing from every 'unpopular' group that had history of causing trouble. Stranger still was the fact that after a group lost a member(s) said group would carry on as if that person(s) hadn't existed, even adopting an attitude like that of a stereotypical perfect student. You pondered as why this could be as you heard heavy footsteps approaching.
Mr. Reed froze for a brief moment as he grasped the handle to his office, slightly leaning towards one side as he relaxed his bowels. A quite hissing sound was audible for a few seconds as Mr. Reed let out a silent but deadly blast, inhaling deeply as he basked in the potent scent of digested meat. To anyone that would have been there to witness this, they would have seen what looked like the vapor from a essential oil diffuser exit the backside of Mr. Reed's jeans and lazily rise upwards with a small, indistinguishable figure barely visible in the mist, only to fade into nothingness.
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