So this one exist in the same universe as my other works and I suggest you read those first to understand better. http://www.justusboys.com/forum/thre...-City-Romances
"Twice in the time you've spent in my school you have been the cause of a fight. Why is it that you feel the need to cause violence among your peers?" The dean of students asked me spitting droplets of saliva on his desk.
"What makes you think I caused the fights? In case you don't notice the dry blood on my face,( the dean huffed) maybe the fact that I have no previous history of violence outside of this one and the last. Not to mention the fact that both altercations were with the same group of guys!"
I threw my hands out to show my frustration but my body language fell on deaf eyes.
"Well based on both incidents bystanders have said both times that you were to blame for starting the arguments that led to the fights." He retorted matter-of-factly. I took a few deep breaths to attempt to calm the rolling rocks in my skull.
"Look they started with me, insulting my clothing and making a fool of me. What was I supposed to do, take it? You wouldn't have!"
I hollered at him sweat gliding down my face.
"This isn't childhood anymore Tony! People are going to insult you for the rest of your life if not for one thing it's going to be for another. That doesn't mean you beat a guy senseless! My god he could hardly breath he had so much blood in his mouth! I knew where this was headed from the last fight but considering you were a top student and made it so in only a year and a half; I hoped you would have learned to control yourself against confrontation but apparently I was wrong." The dean started writing down something inside an open folder that I presumed was my file. Just then his phone inside his jacket started ringing and he quickly took it out a Ned slid it open.
"Good. Good. Okay....yes I think that will do just fine. Okay well we're here so whenever your guys are ready. Okay...goodbye chief."
"Chief? What does a chief have to do with this? " I asked confused. "Aren't you just going to kick me out of school?"
I asked getting nervous by the millisecond.
The dean looked at me shamefully.
"Normally? Yes that would be the case. However since the Obedience Act was passed, the punishment methods were revised to meet accordingly with the new Act. Since this is a second violent offense against you in the same year, you will be enrolled as an Obedient for two years. Placed under the ownership of someone with outstanding credentials."
My tongue was almost solidified inside my mouth. The dean smiled at my sudden shade of fear.
"I can tell by your current disposition that you were unaware of the punishment changes." The dean said almost giggling. My nose started to run and I felt a pain on my left temple, I rumbled at to try and release the tension.
"Obviously not huh?" I said trying to maintain what little cool I had left. "Why would you and your superiors let the student body know of changes that affect them in a big way?"
I stood up and turned for the door; my head was getting dizzy from the idea of becoming an Obidiant.
"I can't let them take me in." I said plainly. "I was meant to do great things and inspire people to do great things!" The dean rolled his eyes at my words.
"You can still do great things in this world, you are young, two years is nothing compared to time you'll have after your punishment is completed. Now I truly believe that these two years will serve more good to you than you've been used to lately."
I couldn't hear anymore of these words, they made my stomach bubble cold.
I tried to reach for the door but before I could it swung open almost hitting my face. Tall men dressed in our new age police uniforms, black and silver cargo pant and shirts, their protective black helmets shielding their faces and their long threatening guns at hand pointed directly at me.
My breath was molasses and my head was light.
"Is this him dean?" One of the officers asked. The dean stood looking happier than I think I've ever seen him.
"Him it is officers! If I could just get each of your signatures on the bottom there.." The dean held out a pen and clipboard. The officers both signed then repositioned back to their stance. The dean verified the signatures and without moving a muscle he squared his eyes at me.
"Goodbye Matthew, train well." The dean smiled and moved his hand to adjust the raging erection that was making itself known inside his dress pants.
The officers both took me by a shoulder and walked me out of the school, guns still pointed for me I might add. It was a mixture of emotions that I felt while passing my former classmates and professors. Some showed concern as to what was happening to me and others I could see knew exactly where I was headed. It was the same fear in their eyes that I was almost positive was smeared across mine.
When we reached the front of the school the officers guided me to the back doors of a large black van where two other officers were guarding. The two officers opened the backdoors and pushed me in following me inside. Sitting on the mounted seats against the wall of the van one of the officers pulled out from his shirt pocket a small silver bag.
The other officer from a still sit pointed his gun again at me.
"Get on your knees and open your mouth!" The officer screamed. Not having much of a defense against the metal dragon pointed for my chest I shuffled a bit, my knees are going soft on me, and made it to the position. I opened my mouth slowly not sure as to what was in the silver bag.
The officer tore open the edge of the bag the pulled me harshly closer to him.
"Hold your filthy tongue down Obidiant!" The officer screamed. I took my finger and pressed down on my tongue, the officer sat there a second. "Say goodbye to yourself for the next two years." He said heavily. He tossed a powder from inside the bag into my mouth. My powder dryers my mouth and sizzled at my throat, before I could even try and scream I felt my body begin to fail. My head went heavy and my hearing got quiet.
The darkness swallowed me.
"Twice in the time you've spent in my school you have been the cause of a fight. Why is it that you feel the need to cause violence among your peers?" The dean of students asked me spitting droplets of saliva on his desk.
"What makes you think I caused the fights? In case you don't notice the dry blood on my face,( the dean huffed) maybe the fact that I have no previous history of violence outside of this one and the last. Not to mention the fact that both altercations were with the same group of guys!"
I threw my hands out to show my frustration but my body language fell on deaf eyes.
"Well based on both incidents bystanders have said both times that you were to blame for starting the arguments that led to the fights." He retorted matter-of-factly. I took a few deep breaths to attempt to calm the rolling rocks in my skull.
"Look they started with me, insulting my clothing and making a fool of me. What was I supposed to do, take it? You wouldn't have!"
I hollered at him sweat gliding down my face.
"This isn't childhood anymore Tony! People are going to insult you for the rest of your life if not for one thing it's going to be for another. That doesn't mean you beat a guy senseless! My god he could hardly breath he had so much blood in his mouth! I knew where this was headed from the last fight but considering you were a top student and made it so in only a year and a half; I hoped you would have learned to control yourself against confrontation but apparently I was wrong." The dean started writing down something inside an open folder that I presumed was my file. Just then his phone inside his jacket started ringing and he quickly took it out a Ned slid it open.
"Good. Good. Okay....yes I think that will do just fine. Okay well we're here so whenever your guys are ready. Okay...goodbye chief."
"Chief? What does a chief have to do with this? " I asked confused. "Aren't you just going to kick me out of school?"
I asked getting nervous by the millisecond.
The dean looked at me shamefully.
"Normally? Yes that would be the case. However since the Obedience Act was passed, the punishment methods were revised to meet accordingly with the new Act. Since this is a second violent offense against you in the same year, you will be enrolled as an Obedient for two years. Placed under the ownership of someone with outstanding credentials."
My tongue was almost solidified inside my mouth. The dean smiled at my sudden shade of fear.
"I can tell by your current disposition that you were unaware of the punishment changes." The dean said almost giggling. My nose started to run and I felt a pain on my left temple, I rumbled at to try and release the tension.
"Obviously not huh?" I said trying to maintain what little cool I had left. "Why would you and your superiors let the student body know of changes that affect them in a big way?"
I stood up and turned for the door; my head was getting dizzy from the idea of becoming an Obidiant.
"I can't let them take me in." I said plainly. "I was meant to do great things and inspire people to do great things!" The dean rolled his eyes at my words.
"You can still do great things in this world, you are young, two years is nothing compared to time you'll have after your punishment is completed. Now I truly believe that these two years will serve more good to you than you've been used to lately."
I couldn't hear anymore of these words, they made my stomach bubble cold.
I tried to reach for the door but before I could it swung open almost hitting my face. Tall men dressed in our new age police uniforms, black and silver cargo pant and shirts, their protective black helmets shielding their faces and their long threatening guns at hand pointed directly at me.
My breath was molasses and my head was light.
"Is this him dean?" One of the officers asked. The dean stood looking happier than I think I've ever seen him.
"Him it is officers! If I could just get each of your signatures on the bottom there.." The dean held out a pen and clipboard. The officers both signed then repositioned back to their stance. The dean verified the signatures and without moving a muscle he squared his eyes at me.
"Goodbye Matthew, train well." The dean smiled and moved his hand to adjust the raging erection that was making itself known inside his dress pants.
The officers both took me by a shoulder and walked me out of the school, guns still pointed for me I might add. It was a mixture of emotions that I felt while passing my former classmates and professors. Some showed concern as to what was happening to me and others I could see knew exactly where I was headed. It was the same fear in their eyes that I was almost positive was smeared across mine.
When we reached the front of the school the officers guided me to the back doors of a large black van where two other officers were guarding. The two officers opened the backdoors and pushed me in following me inside. Sitting on the mounted seats against the wall of the van one of the officers pulled out from his shirt pocket a small silver bag.
The other officer from a still sit pointed his gun again at me.
"Get on your knees and open your mouth!" The officer screamed. Not having much of a defense against the metal dragon pointed for my chest I shuffled a bit, my knees are going soft on me, and made it to the position. I opened my mouth slowly not sure as to what was in the silver bag.
The officer tore open the edge of the bag the pulled me harshly closer to him.
"Hold your filthy tongue down Obidiant!" The officer screamed. I took my finger and pressed down on my tongue, the officer sat there a second. "Say goodbye to yourself for the next two years." He said heavily. He tossed a powder from inside the bag into my mouth. My powder dryers my mouth and sizzled at my throat, before I could even try and scream I felt my body begin to fail. My head went heavy and my hearing got quiet.
The darkness swallowed me.