CHAPTER 6: Crime and Punishment... Severe Punishment

Humming to himself, and not knowing that he was fixing to have his good mood ruined, the large alligator Shaw walked down the school hall toward his classroom at 5:00 in the morning. He was wearing a grean shirt again today, except this time it was a muscle shirt. His brown leather belt, which some students called the Peacebreaker(due to the screams it tended to cause), was still around his waist. As he passed the locker Tails was stuffed in, the little fox, who was sleeping VERY lightly due to his extreme discomfort, heard the humming, woke up, and began making a racket, banging on the locker door and yelling.

"HUH!?" Shaw turned and looked toward the lockers as soon as Tails began banging on it.

"HEY! GET ME OUT OF HERE! I'M STUCK IN MY LOCKER!" Tails was shouting as loud as he could.

"Alright, calm down! Cool your jets!" Shaw located the locker fairly quickly: the door was rattling something awful. "What's your combination son? I'll open it for you."

"It's 32, 5, 27," Tails said. He was so relieved he'd be able to get out of there, he hadn't even realized who was getting him out. When the locker opened, he had to squint: the light hurt his eyes. "SHAW!"

"Tails, what happened to you? WHAT in God's name are you doing in your locker?" Shaw demanded.

"Clyde stuffed me in here yesterday after last period," Tails said bitterly. He sat down on the floor and took off his shoes: his feet were extremely sore, and he had a blister the size of a bottle cap on one heel.

"Clyde? You mean that guy who was sitting behind you in first period yesterday?"

"Yeah, that's him."

"Well, he's gonna rue the day, I guarantee that. You need a ride home or anything?"

"I'm okay, just a little hungry is all, besides my feet hurting. I wanna try to last out the day."

"Well, you've sure got some guts." Shaw had one eyebrow raised. "Alright, tell you what. I'll write your gym teacher a note to let you sit it out the next couple days, because I know you are NOT going to be able to do much with your feet in that kind of state. Don't push it too hard, alright?"

"Okay... What are you doing here this early, anyway?" Tails looked out the window and saw the sun wasn't even up yet.

"I always come early. I haven't gotten a full night's sleep for years. Since I don't have anything better to do with my extra time, I come in early and get things running for the other teachers."

"Oh."

"I'd suggest you get some sleep before school starts. There is no way you could've slept well in that locker."

"Nope." Tails yawned widely.

First period. Shaw's history class. Clyde's death sentence(not literally). As soon as the bell rang, Shaw walked in the door, pointed at Clyde(who was sitting behind Tails again), then gave the "come here" sign with his index finger without a word. Clyde got up and walked out into the hall with him, nervously. He knew what was coming. As soon as he was out in the hall, Shaw closed the door and turned on him.

"You'd never, in a thousand years, believe what I found this morning, Clyde," Shaw stated.

"And what would that be?" Clyde asked nervously.

"I was walking through that hall, right over there," Shaw pointed at the hall Tails's locker was on, "when lo and behold! A locker starts rattling and I hear shouts coming out of it. I open it up, and Tails comes out. I ask how he got in there, he says 'Clyde did it'. Why would you do that?"

"I-I didn't," Clyde stammered.

"Then who did?" Shaw asked, knowing what was coming next.

"Uh..." was all Clyde could say.

"That's what I thought. Don't move." Shaw stepped back into the classroom, opened a cabinet next to the door, and pulled out a paddle made of very dark-colored wood. A couple kids knew that this wood was very tough, very hard, very difficult to break: PERFECT for annihilating someone. Everyone knew Clyde was done for. Shaw stepped back out into the hall and closed the door. Seconds later, everyone in the school heard screaming coming from that hall that sounded like someone about to be devoured by a Great White.

"Oh, DAMN!" exclaimed a medium-sized ferret in the back. "He's a dead man!"

"Holy GEEZ..." said another kid, a white mouse. A girl in the back put her hands together, bowed her head, and prayed silently for God to take mercy on Clyde's poor excuse for a soul. Out in the hall, every teacher on the hall opened their doors slightly and stuck their heads out slowly to see who was being murdered. A couple seconds of looking, and each teacher slowly pulled their heads in and closed their doors. During the five or six seconds all this was occurring, Shaw was pulling back for the second swing. The whole hall heard the second impact, the entire school heard a high-pitched scream like you'd expect from a girl, and the hall heard Shaw telling Clyde to stand up so he could finish up.

"My God, WHAT did I do to Clyde when I told Shaw he did it?" Tails wondered out loud. A third wham, a third scream(this time like someone halfway through being strangled), and the sound of wood breaking and clattering to the floor signaled the end of Clyde's punishment, and probably the last feeling he'd have in his ass until at least the end of the day. At the sound of the third scream, Tails reached his hands up, covered his ears as best as he could, and put his head down on his desk. Shaw then opened the door, walked in, grabbed a broom, went back outside, and swept up the remains of the paddle. Tails opened his eyes and saw that it was in about six or seven pieces on the dustpan.

"And THAT," Shaw said casually, "is why we only put our books in our lockers, NOT our fellow students, CLYDE." Clyde somehow managed to drag himself back to his seat and sat down. He didn't flinch from pain when he did, but he knew good and well he'd be feeling it much later on. He sniffled loudly, and seemed to be fighting for all he was worth not to start crying. "Now that we have that out of the way, I need to issue books."

And now we have seen the badassness of Shaw, the insanely strong history teacher who has no reservations about beating the living shit out of someone when they cross the line too far. This is the truly amazing part: all those teachers were that reluctant to stick their heads out their doors to see what was going on, and they were all used to Shaw doing this. Ah well, what can I say? What is a high school without a badassed teacher who can keep the entire school in line just by giving one kid licks and letting his screams of agony carry all the way across the school? Oh, and Tails fans rejoice, Clyde got his in the end after all... in more ways than one, heh heh heh. But don't think it's over, not by a long shot.