Sforzend High Chapter 4
~*Violinist of Hameln doesn't belong to me. I am not getting any money out of this. If you do chose to sue me, you won't get much, because my parents now control my money because I spent too much on anime. And you should see my mom handle MCI people, you won't win. *~
Please Read and Respond! You help me make this better!
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"Now, Sizer, there's no reason to take this to the principle." The double voice of Hamel and Bass spoke, "At least, not yet!"
Bass got the same look that one's father gets when he has attained a new toy, like a truck or a video game. A look that warns you that he is going to push things to the limits before he even gets control over it, or has even read the instructions. That crazed glint in the eye, the drooling grin, and the fast motions and lack of sense in his words.
When facing a new toy, your father never slows down, and neither did Bass at this point. His new toy was Hamel, and he was going to take him for a test drive! Rapidly, Hamel started turning mazoku, bursting from his black shirt and pants, and was left standing in his boxers, that where white with pink hearts. Bass and the class sweatdropped at the site of those. However, the transformation was not quite complete, only one wing was out, one horn was about 2 feet longer than the other, and only one arm was demonized, and that arm was digging it's clawed fingers into Bass' head. Bass grimaced and struggled for control over his new body. The claws relaxed slightly and things started to equal out, but this delicate balance could be destroyed by one misstep. Bass sweatdropped and managed to croak out "Does anyone have the instruction manual to this thing?"
The class fell over and twitched.
The bell rang to go to the next class. Sizer moved to block the classroom door. "No one is leaving this classroom until we get this settled and my brother forced from this... this... head!" No one was about to move against her.
And no one did.
An hour later, Sizer still stood gaurd at the door, and Bass was showing off the new tricks he'd learned with Hamel. "Okay guys, I think I can get this right..." Bass and mazoku Hamel stood on top of the professors desk. Papers and pens had been strewn on the floor around it, and there were some deep gashes from prior mistakes. Suddenly, Hamel leaped into the air, carrying Bass' head, and flew to the top of the classroom, and swooped down to just barely touch the hairs on Lute's head. Lute shivered. Hamel then did a triple flip and landed gracefully on the ground. The head of Bass grinned and shouted "Yes! I got it! Finally!" A few in the class clapped including Coronet who watched Hamel with an entranced look, a few sweatdropped, and Flute, Lute, and Trom didn't even look up from their card game.
Clary Nett was not amused. His eyes narrowed at Bass/Hamel, and he thought of something he could do to speed up the process of getting this doofus to the principle's office, so he could get to his other classes, he was missing PE and drama for heaven's sake!. Clary entwined his long blonde hair around his finger and thought. Then, his face lit up, and he walked over to Sizer who was still standing gaurd at the door. Sizer got into a more defensive stance, thinking Clary was going to try to break out. Clary knelt over and whispered something in Sizer's ear, her face lit up, and she let him out of the classroom.
Sizer then called over Raiel, Lute, Flute, Coronet and Trom. They formed a huddle and things were whispered back and forth, occasionaly a head would peep up and look around suspiciusly for people trying to overhear.
Drum and Vocal both watched the scene with some interest. Between Bass doing tricks with Hamel, Clary leaving the room, and this suspicious huddle, they weren't sure what was going on. This was making them angry. Drum started pacing and growling, tearing little holes in the bottom of his football jersey. Vocal started drawing little pictures of his classmates and professor being killed in nasty ways, and whispering and scratching the words "kill 'em all" over and over and over again.
A redheaded girl noticed what Vocal was doing, and decided to write a note to the school, it read
"Dear Sforzend High, to whome it may concern, I would like to report that Vocal is drawing pictures of his classmates and professor being killed and writing and saying the words "kill 'em all" over and over again. I think he may lash out violently to the class, and may possibly blow up the school. Please take care of this, I am scared!
Thank you,
Viola"
She then stood up and went to the window, and attracted a carrier pigeon with some sunflower seeds from her pocket. She tied the note to the pigeon's leg, and sent it off to the school's office. Two minutes later, a police force threw the door open, throwing Sizer into Raiel's arms, and Raiel fell over nose bleeding. The police picked up what Vocal was drawing. "You were drawing these things?" Said the police man in charge of the squad. Vocal just nodded affirmative. "Okay boys, let's get him down to the station, he is mentally unstable and possibly violent." The squad of 5 officers lept on top of Vocal, got him shackled, and dragged him off down the hall. The whole time they were there, the other students kept trying to get the attention of the cops and tell him about what Bass had done. They didn't even hear the other students.
As the cops rushed out, Clary ran in, carrying a black bag, that had something in it. "What on earth was that all about?!?!" Trom just shrugged and commented "Vocal." Clary nodded, and motioned for the group to huddle around him and his bag o' goodies. Across the room, away from the attention of everything, the redheaded Viola sat down with her book and awaited the chance to be let out of class, a small smirk on her face.
Bass was very confused as to what just happened. The police force just showing up randomly had unnerved him, and he was starting to have trouble controlling Hamel's body, and finally just allowed it to go back to human form. Bass was tired from all the work with Hamel and leaned back in his chair, snoozing.
Three figures, a tall one, a medium one, and a short one, approached the professor, each carrying an object. Three figures stood back, two tall, one short, stood back watching. Sizer still gaurded the door. Clary summoned a magic circle around the professor, hoping that it would help the three do their job. Flute looked on worriedly as her brother, Raiel and Trom approached the professor. Lute pulled out some of the duct tape he was carrying, and nervously went to tie down Hamel's arms to the chair. Raiel went to use the rope he was carrying to do preliminary tyeing down, to give Lute a chance to get the duct tape on before Bass woke up, and he was silently praying that Clary's magic circle helped to keep Bass immoble for at least 2 minutes so they could quickly get Bass/Hamel tied down.
Raiel reached over and wrapped the rope around Hamel's body, as Lute hurriedly tied down Hamel's arms with duct tape. Bass woke up and tried desperatly to move and keep them from tying him down. But he couldn't. Clary's magic circle held true, but how long could it hold on? Bass started yelling and shouting. Lute reached over and duct taped both mouths shut. Raiel finished tying, and Lute wrapped the tape around the body and chair, making Bass, Hamel and the chair one. One finished, Clary took down the magical circle. Bass made Hamel turn mazoku, but it didn't make a difference because nothing is stronger then duct tape, not even a mazoku.
Sizer and Raiel picked up the chair, and the whole class followed them out into the hall, walking towards the principal's office. The only thing standing between them and the office was Hall Monitor Guitar. Unfortunatly, Guitar wasn't much good against a whole crowd of people, and was trampled under the feet of the class. Hey lay bruised and bloody on the floor, mumbling something about hall passes. Sizer, Raiel, Trom, Flute, Lute, Clary and Bass/Hamel walked into the office, the rest of the class was to stay outside, due to lack of room. Sizer and Raiel put down professor Bass, and looked for the secretary.
The secretary was bent under her desk, looking for her pencil. She was a plump woman, with dark brown hair. She tried to stand up when she heard all the ruckus, and bumped her head on the desk. "Ouch!!!!... gah! who's there?" She pulled herself out from under the table to face the group of seven, one of which was covered in rope and tape. Sizer and Clary glared at the woman and simutaniously "We want to see the principle. Now." The woman looked rather frightened, and shook her head negative. "I'm sorry kids, but you can't see the principle! No one can see the principle! Maybe I can help you? My name is Spitvalve, and I handle most of the problems here." Eyebrows were lifted at the name, and Spitvalve shook her head and resignedly said "Yeah, I know it's not a very good name. Anyways, you can't see the principal."
Sizer and Clary exchanged a glance and ran towards the door labled "Principal". They burst in, and the room was empty. However, they sweatdropped at what else they saw.
Meanwhile, Vocal and a detective were in a small room with only one overhead light. The detective leaned forward and looked at Vocal, who only glanced back at the man. "So," said the detective, "Do you consider yourself evil?" Vocal just laughed and licked his lips, replying "No, I am not evil... I'm just misunderstood!" Vocal then reached out and killed the detective with his bare hands, strangling him to death, laughed and said ".. oh wait.. nevermind.. I guess I'm just evil...."
To Be Continued...
~notes~
1. Whee! This chapter was fun!
2. My dad got a new toy, this was my inspiration for Bass' actions. ^_^
3. Things are getting interesting, ne?
4. Read and Respond, please!!!!
~*Violinist of Hameln doesn't belong to me. I am not getting any money out of this. If you do chose to sue me, you won't get much, because my parents now control my money because I spent too much on anime. And you should see my mom handle MCI people, you won't win. *~
Please Read and Respond! You help me make this better!
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"Now, Sizer, there's no reason to take this to the principle." The double voice of Hamel and Bass spoke, "At least, not yet!"
Bass got the same look that one's father gets when he has attained a new toy, like a truck or a video game. A look that warns you that he is going to push things to the limits before he even gets control over it, or has even read the instructions. That crazed glint in the eye, the drooling grin, and the fast motions and lack of sense in his words.
When facing a new toy, your father never slows down, and neither did Bass at this point. His new toy was Hamel, and he was going to take him for a test drive! Rapidly, Hamel started turning mazoku, bursting from his black shirt and pants, and was left standing in his boxers, that where white with pink hearts. Bass and the class sweatdropped at the site of those. However, the transformation was not quite complete, only one wing was out, one horn was about 2 feet longer than the other, and only one arm was demonized, and that arm was digging it's clawed fingers into Bass' head. Bass grimaced and struggled for control over his new body. The claws relaxed slightly and things started to equal out, but this delicate balance could be destroyed by one misstep. Bass sweatdropped and managed to croak out "Does anyone have the instruction manual to this thing?"
The class fell over and twitched.
The bell rang to go to the next class. Sizer moved to block the classroom door. "No one is leaving this classroom until we get this settled and my brother forced from this... this... head!" No one was about to move against her.
And no one did.
An hour later, Sizer still stood gaurd at the door, and Bass was showing off the new tricks he'd learned with Hamel. "Okay guys, I think I can get this right..." Bass and mazoku Hamel stood on top of the professors desk. Papers and pens had been strewn on the floor around it, and there were some deep gashes from prior mistakes. Suddenly, Hamel leaped into the air, carrying Bass' head, and flew to the top of the classroom, and swooped down to just barely touch the hairs on Lute's head. Lute shivered. Hamel then did a triple flip and landed gracefully on the ground. The head of Bass grinned and shouted "Yes! I got it! Finally!" A few in the class clapped including Coronet who watched Hamel with an entranced look, a few sweatdropped, and Flute, Lute, and Trom didn't even look up from their card game.
Clary Nett was not amused. His eyes narrowed at Bass/Hamel, and he thought of something he could do to speed up the process of getting this doofus to the principle's office, so he could get to his other classes, he was missing PE and drama for heaven's sake!. Clary entwined his long blonde hair around his finger and thought. Then, his face lit up, and he walked over to Sizer who was still standing gaurd at the door. Sizer got into a more defensive stance, thinking Clary was going to try to break out. Clary knelt over and whispered something in Sizer's ear, her face lit up, and she let him out of the classroom.
Sizer then called over Raiel, Lute, Flute, Coronet and Trom. They formed a huddle and things were whispered back and forth, occasionaly a head would peep up and look around suspiciusly for people trying to overhear.
Drum and Vocal both watched the scene with some interest. Between Bass doing tricks with Hamel, Clary leaving the room, and this suspicious huddle, they weren't sure what was going on. This was making them angry. Drum started pacing and growling, tearing little holes in the bottom of his football jersey. Vocal started drawing little pictures of his classmates and professor being killed in nasty ways, and whispering and scratching the words "kill 'em all" over and over and over again.
A redheaded girl noticed what Vocal was doing, and decided to write a note to the school, it read
"Dear Sforzend High, to whome it may concern, I would like to report that Vocal is drawing pictures of his classmates and professor being killed and writing and saying the words "kill 'em all" over and over again. I think he may lash out violently to the class, and may possibly blow up the school. Please take care of this, I am scared!
Thank you,
Viola"
She then stood up and went to the window, and attracted a carrier pigeon with some sunflower seeds from her pocket. She tied the note to the pigeon's leg, and sent it off to the school's office. Two minutes later, a police force threw the door open, throwing Sizer into Raiel's arms, and Raiel fell over nose bleeding. The police picked up what Vocal was drawing. "You were drawing these things?" Said the police man in charge of the squad. Vocal just nodded affirmative. "Okay boys, let's get him down to the station, he is mentally unstable and possibly violent." The squad of 5 officers lept on top of Vocal, got him shackled, and dragged him off down the hall. The whole time they were there, the other students kept trying to get the attention of the cops and tell him about what Bass had done. They didn't even hear the other students.
As the cops rushed out, Clary ran in, carrying a black bag, that had something in it. "What on earth was that all about?!?!" Trom just shrugged and commented "Vocal." Clary nodded, and motioned for the group to huddle around him and his bag o' goodies. Across the room, away from the attention of everything, the redheaded Viola sat down with her book and awaited the chance to be let out of class, a small smirk on her face.
Bass was very confused as to what just happened. The police force just showing up randomly had unnerved him, and he was starting to have trouble controlling Hamel's body, and finally just allowed it to go back to human form. Bass was tired from all the work with Hamel and leaned back in his chair, snoozing.
Three figures, a tall one, a medium one, and a short one, approached the professor, each carrying an object. Three figures stood back, two tall, one short, stood back watching. Sizer still gaurded the door. Clary summoned a magic circle around the professor, hoping that it would help the three do their job. Flute looked on worriedly as her brother, Raiel and Trom approached the professor. Lute pulled out some of the duct tape he was carrying, and nervously went to tie down Hamel's arms to the chair. Raiel went to use the rope he was carrying to do preliminary tyeing down, to give Lute a chance to get the duct tape on before Bass woke up, and he was silently praying that Clary's magic circle helped to keep Bass immoble for at least 2 minutes so they could quickly get Bass/Hamel tied down.
Raiel reached over and wrapped the rope around Hamel's body, as Lute hurriedly tied down Hamel's arms with duct tape. Bass woke up and tried desperatly to move and keep them from tying him down. But he couldn't. Clary's magic circle held true, but how long could it hold on? Bass started yelling and shouting. Lute reached over and duct taped both mouths shut. Raiel finished tying, and Lute wrapped the tape around the body and chair, making Bass, Hamel and the chair one. One finished, Clary took down the magical circle. Bass made Hamel turn mazoku, but it didn't make a difference because nothing is stronger then duct tape, not even a mazoku.
Sizer and Raiel picked up the chair, and the whole class followed them out into the hall, walking towards the principal's office. The only thing standing between them and the office was Hall Monitor Guitar. Unfortunatly, Guitar wasn't much good against a whole crowd of people, and was trampled under the feet of the class. Hey lay bruised and bloody on the floor, mumbling something about hall passes. Sizer, Raiel, Trom, Flute, Lute, Clary and Bass/Hamel walked into the office, the rest of the class was to stay outside, due to lack of room. Sizer and Raiel put down professor Bass, and looked for the secretary.
The secretary was bent under her desk, looking for her pencil. She was a plump woman, with dark brown hair. She tried to stand up when she heard all the ruckus, and bumped her head on the desk. "Ouch!!!!... gah! who's there?" She pulled herself out from under the table to face the group of seven, one of which was covered in rope and tape. Sizer and Clary glared at the woman and simutaniously "We want to see the principle. Now." The woman looked rather frightened, and shook her head negative. "I'm sorry kids, but you can't see the principle! No one can see the principle! Maybe I can help you? My name is Spitvalve, and I handle most of the problems here." Eyebrows were lifted at the name, and Spitvalve shook her head and resignedly said "Yeah, I know it's not a very good name. Anyways, you can't see the principal."
Sizer and Clary exchanged a glance and ran towards the door labled "Principal". They burst in, and the room was empty. However, they sweatdropped at what else they saw.
Meanwhile, Vocal and a detective were in a small room with only one overhead light. The detective leaned forward and looked at Vocal, who only glanced back at the man. "So," said the detective, "Do you consider yourself evil?" Vocal just laughed and licked his lips, replying "No, I am not evil... I'm just misunderstood!" Vocal then reached out and killed the detective with his bare hands, strangling him to death, laughed and said ".. oh wait.. nevermind.. I guess I'm just evil...."
To Be Continued...
~notes~
1. Whee! This chapter was fun!
2. My dad got a new toy, this was my inspiration for Bass' actions. ^_^
3. Things are getting interesting, ne?
4. Read and Respond, please!!!!