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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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 Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 8:04 pm
No one in Hillworth had not heard the name Killingworth, and walked away without a slight bit of fear. At first, you denied such a monster teaching, but after your first encounter, you were scarred for life. In fact, many boys were known to completely avoid the gym on the sole fact that HE might be around. Maybe. It was a small chance, but NOBODY wanted to cross Killingworth.
Unless you were Elzo and Marlo Xanis that is. Many guys had speculated the boys had a death wish. A violent death wish. One did not simply get expelled from Hillworth. Once you were in, you were stuck until the school considered you reformed or your parents busted you out. But, the Xanis brothers had gotten it into their heads that they could indeed, be expelled.
But alas, such plans ended in the most pitiful of ways.
A simple note had appeared on each boy's desk respectively at 12:30 pm, right before class broke out for lunch. The note simply read:
Please Report to Mr. Killingworth's office at 12:35, tardiness is not advised
Both boys had felt a cold chill run down their spines. Upon arriving at 12:33, they were covered in goosebumps. they had wanted to get expelled, not sent to the most feared teacher in all of Hillworth. The door was locked, and Killingworth was not in sight.
12:34
Still not in sight.
12:35
The appointed time. Both Marlo and Elzo held their breath, preying that the teacher wouldn't arrive.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 6:01 pm
At exactly thirty seconds past 12:35 -- 12:35:30 exactly -- the door opened, and apparently standing like a hulking guardian at the door meant Elzo and Marlo were to file in. The door was shut behind them, and with a tiny klik! the door was -- locked?!
There were a couple of uncomfortable plastic chairs in front of Killingworth's desk. The boys sat down in them: Killingworth didn't even address them. Instead, he went to the back of his office and took out some bottled water -- took a styrafoam cup, and with agonizing slowness, just stood there and poured himself some water.
He was certainly imposing. He was built like a brick shithouse. He wore his long purple hair in dreadlocks, which usually would have been a sign of a healthy sense of irony and perhaps hipster coolness, but in Killingworth really, really wasn't.
After a while, he said:
"You two are new."
This didn't seem to warrant an answer.
Mr. Killingworth turned around and pulled out his desk chair, seating himself down in it. "You've left the school on weekdays," he said. "To Crystal Academy's campus. You've been in fights. The dorm... mistress... says you've had food in, and says you don't conform to the dorm rules. You've skipped class. There was a food fight."
He was sounding... reasonable? He read out the list of their crimes in a perfectly mild voice, checking down at the paper on his desk. He took a long swig of his water, too, as though considering all of it. Maybe the two statements were married; maybe their newness would be getting them a miraculous reprieve.
"It seems like you two aren't settling in."
Of course this was the case: they wanted to go --
Mr. Killingworth crunched down the styrafoam cup in his hand, which dripped water onto the list of the Xanis brothers' crimes. "Let me get something straight," he snarled. "I WILL KEEP YOU HERE UNTIL YOU TWO ARE NINETEEN YEARS OLD AND TOO BEHIND TO GET THE PISS-POOR MINIMUM WAGE AT APPLEBEE'S, I WILL MAKE YOUR PARENTS RUE THE GODDAMNED DAY THEY EVER LOOKED AT THE OLDER ONE OF YOU TWO AND THOUGHT, 'OH, LET'S HAVE ANOTHER.' I WILL KEEP YOU HERE OVER AND ABOVE WHAT ANY PSYCHOLOGIST SAYS. I WILL KEEP YOU HERE UNTIL YOU DON'T KNOW THAT YOU WERE EVER ANYWHERE ELSE."
The office was very silent in the wake of this.
"Elzo," he said, perfectly mild-mannered again. "You're the older brother. Why don't you tell me why Marlo was acting out."
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 6:28 pm
The very starkness of the man's office seemed to only set both of them more on edge. Taking a deep breath as he sat down, Elzo went to that place in the back of every teenager's mind. The place where you could hear the person talking to you, but you weren't paying any real sort of attention. Elzo just leaned back, and became relaxed. If any of his classmates had seen him, they would have been shocked. Elzo looked like he really didn't fear Killingworth. Or worse, he didn't really care.
But, in the back of his mind, Elzo was fully aware that he was not going to enjoy this experience. He didn't need ever guy on campus telling him how Killingworth was a total badass and made the most toughest guys cry and pee themselves. Because, simply, when you were called into any office of any teacher, it meant you were in the shitter and well, it was going to suck, one way or the other. This kind of suck though, did make Elzo smile, (interally, thankfully). He was confident in one fact, (which was most likely wrong), and that was that they were going to be expelled.
Marlo in contrast was utterly stone like. He moved almost roboticly as he walked. And sat. And waited. He knew that this was not going to result in expulsion. It was worse. They were sent here in the hope that the most feared teacher could whip them into shape. And as Killingworth read off the various crimes, Marlo could hear his heart rate rise. It was not going to end well.
Both boys were jolted out of their mental states the second Killingworth crushed the defenseless styrofoam cup. Each word seemed to make both boys flinch. A few words in and Marlo scooted back a few inches. Elzo just watched the gym teacher with the classic 'deer in headlights' look plastered across his once aloof face.
When he directed a question at Elzo, the elder of the Xanis brothers almost jumped. The change in tone was just that shocking.
"Welllll..." he put a finger to his chin, almost mocking the situation. Marlo's face became incredibly pale as he knew what would come next.
"He's acting out because he's a dumbass who keeps getting caught doing s**t he's not supposed to. Oh, it also might be because this school's a living hellhole. Basically that's what I think." Elzo smiled pleasantly, though internally, he was slightly mortified at himself. Marlo just hung his head, not even bothering to defend himself. His brother had done it, yet again.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 5:04 pm
Killingworth looked at the two contemplatively before leaning back in his desk chair, arms crossed. The water was slowly sinking into the report in front of him and turning the paper into mush.
"Let's try an experiment," he said. "Xanis number two. The younger one. Your older brother is failing to call me sir, uses profanity in front of me, and is generally a little pissant. Because of this, I'm adding a detention on to your five, and taking away weekend privileges."
He sounded almost pleasant. "Older Xanis," he said. "Whenever you do something, younger Xanis will get the punishment. So, let's see -- considering your crimes in this hellhole, and believe me when I tell you you don't know the meaning of hellhole -- you can forget leaving the school grounds for a month, Xanis #2."
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 7:01 pm
Marlo just sat and mulled over the development, face in his hands. There was no god. No justice left in this world. As a mater of fact, he was quite sure that no salvation would be found. That and the situation was going to turn far far worse. It always did. "Sorry Mr. Killingworth SIR, but this place does suck. I mean, the food is crap, ( oh excuse me, I mean to say feces like), we can't do anything fun, and everybody is basically a douche." Marlo just sat by Elzo and groaned at his response.
Marlo lifted his head and hesitantly adress the most feared teacher of Hillworth. "Sir, your experiment...It won't do much. Plus to be honest, detention isn't that bad considering what else could be forced upon us." Hopefully the gym teacher didn't hear that last part. Meanwhile, Elzo smiled as if it was all a grand joke. "Yeah. I mean if Marlo gets to take the heat for me, no offense SIR, but, as his brother do you really thing I give flying ********?" He chuckled and Marlo just glared. Intensely. With a passion. And a few other descriptive terms. He glared at Elzo.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 7:18 pm
Killingworth eased himself back and put his legs up on the desk, crossing one leg over the other. He had thighs like tree trunks. "All depends," he said easily, "I'm not talking mainstream detentions. I'm talking my detentions."
He flexed his fingers and examined them. "Might serve to engender some, hah, brotherly feeling amongst you both," he said. "Food's crap? That's a pity. Food rights revoked for two days, Xanis #2. You know, he hasn't got your best interests at heart, has he?"
The gym teacher cracked his knuckles. "Meet me here at 9 PM tonight, Xanis #2. And I don't want to hear any chickenshit complaints out of either of you. I've seen much worse than you two's petty little bullcrap in my time."
He looked up, straight to Marlo. "Do not make me come and get you tonight," he said softly. "And maybe after a few nights' detention you can beg your older brother for mercy, not me."
He swung his booted feet off of the desk. "You two were sent to Hillworth for a reason," he said, "and that reason is this: you are worthless little bastards who nobody wants around. Nobody gives a damn what happens to you here. Believe me. And you will remain here until you love it."
Killingworth tapped his fingers on the desk. "Go. I'm tired of your faces. Tonight, Xanis #2, 9 PM sharp. At the gym."
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 8:37 pm
"Trust me sir, any brotherly feeling I once held for my sibling is diminishing." Marlo gave Elzo a look that might have made a baby cry. Might have. "Greatly." Finish, He leaned back in the uncomfortable chair and sighed. "I'll be there." He flopped forward, Head resting in his hands again. The day was indeed far far worse.
And as Killingworth belittled their existence, Elzo felt rage well up. He couldn't act on it, but, that single phrase 'you are worthless little bastards who nobody wants around' just pissed him off. Because, the sad fact was, he was quite sure that it was true. At least where his parents were concerned. Taking a deep breath, Elzo stood and moved to the door. "a*****e." Muttered under his breath, Marlo was left to trail behind his brother, with his own anger. "Nine PM sir." If he was repeating it for himself, or clarification, even he was unsure.
All that could been seen was a rift had been sown between the brothers, and neither seemed ready to amend it.
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