Science
Vyvyan scratched his head in dismay. He couldn't find S.P.G anywhere. He knew that his little hamster had been flung out of the History room window so he couldn't of scuttled off somewhere to far away. He sighed and continued rummaging in the bushes. He then went under the room on stomach and elbows. The things he saw among the dying bushes and under the room were… Interesting…
Remains of a fish head.
Bones that were covered in ants. Hopefully not S.P.G's.
A whole stack of test papers that had been burnt and tossed out, or hidden.
A stick.
An over-used and badly made novelty condom.
Some fresh chicken wrapped in it's plastic covering, which he put in his pocket for later.
A dead rat. And, being Vyvyan, he hates things to go to waste so he kept that too.
A toothpick which involuntary worked its way into Vyvyan's leg, causing him to curse.
He heard thundering thuds form above him and realized a class was occupying the room. He had to get out from under there, and fast. As the class scraped their chairs back and all sat heavily, debris and a slab or two of concrete fell underneath the room. Vyvyan wormed his way out, dodging debris as best he could, cursing all the way. Dust flew up everywhere as he reached the other side but got stuck in the process.
"Bloody hell!" he yelled, trying to suck in his stomach and squeeze through. The history door opened and a female teacher popped her head out, along with some other curios brats-er… Kids. Vyvyan gulped "Uh…" he cleared his throat "Hello." He said casually and waved. He then held his breath and pushed hard and , finally, he came out, but not without injury from cracking his head against a slab of concrete that had been left outside during the rooms construction and never used. He stifled a swearword, stumbled clumsily… Well… Stumbled stupidly, pathetically to his feet and made a wobbly run for the science room, stupefied gazes following after him… Sod S.P.G! He had science to do!
Children sat, some had their heads on the desk, unconscious from banging them from boredom against the hard wood and metal tables. Other lie on the floor, asleep since they had fallen off the high, uncomfortable stools they had to sit on in a science lesson. In other words, everyone was dead to the world. Good news for Vyvyan because he had to quickly skedaddled up to the nurse to get his head bandaged and… He looked a right prat.
He stumbled in, a little dazed from his skull's knockabout with concrete. The bandage stretched from just under his right ear and wrapped around, over and through his Mohawk like hair, flattening it so two parts of it stuck up. It was stained a deep red just above his forehead. And this meant he probably wasn't going to function properly. Not that he usually does.
He saw his class, dozing. He made his way to the desk… Big desk, that was slightly elevated with the entire room in view and made him feel like he was in control… Though he definitely was not.
He stifled a chuckle as he took a deep breath and shouted at the top of his lungs "WAKE UP YOU BASTARDS!"
Everyone jerked awake, some yelping in surprise others barely twitching until one of their mates nudges them hard.
"Well. Finally, I lesson worth teaching!" Vyvyan said, gleefully. He ignored the snickers that rose about his stupid bandaged head and clapped his hands together "Alright, then. You," he pointed to Stuart "Smartass fat boy, what's the name of the red squishy thingy that makes blood go all around your… um…"
"Body." Scott(mini) muttered.
"Body… Yeah." He added.
Sam and Kirstie giggled at Stuart being called "Smartass fat boy" though he wasn't fat… He was just a know-it-all git.
"Your heart?" Stuart answered.
Vyvyan narrowed his eyes "Is it?" he looked to the nearest kid to him for guidance which was Manaal. She nodded slowly. Vyvyan turned back to Stuart "Yes, of course it is."
He pulled out a lighter and attempted light a Bunsen burner. He flicked it on and off but the flame didn't come "Bloody hell! What's wrong with this?"
"Uh, sir," Osman said "The gas."
"Huh?" Vyvyan said stupidly until Osman did a turning motion "Oh… Oh yeah! The gas!" he picked up the gas tube connected to the Bunsen burner "I was wondering what this was for!" he shoved it into a gas nuzzle and twisted it all the way around and repeated five times until it couldn't turn anymore. However, that didn't stop him, he pushed it and growled at it since it wouldn't budge. He raised and eyebrow and bent under the desk and found a pair of pliers. He attached them to the nozzle and twisted. There was a pop and it turned but stopped again. He threw the pliers across the room, smashing a window and put his full body weight on the nozzle. Suddenly their was a soft click and it came off! He lifted it up where the class could see it "Oh dear." Was all he muttered. He shrugged and tossed it behind him, hitting the bookcase making a pile of books on the floor. This was the point when the class slowly slid under their desks and sat together, scared to death, not taking their eyes off their insane teacher.
He flicked his lighter on again and put to the Bunsen burner top. In a woof of heat and flame, a larger pillar of yellow flame exploded in front of him. He grinned. Since it was a yellow flame so he could put his hand right through it, and he did so "You see? It's okay to play with fire!"
He left it and he started to fiddle with a science book, wanting to find a section of things which were explosive on contact with heat. He flipped to a page on animals… He wanted to save dissection for last. He lifted it up and read it up-side down, not understanding the simple year four English. He grunted "Sod this." he threw it and it hit the lit Bunsen burner. It toppled and fell; kids shrieked and huddled even closer together under their desks.
A quiet crackle of red flame erupted and engulfed the books and sat their in its tall and fiery glory. Vyvyan turned and saw this. He smiled and turned back. The kids watched their teacher pick up another book and rip page after page out of it saying "Bollocks" each time while the mini inferno blared behind him and slowly began to engulf the bookcase.
"God, this school has no decent books about exploding metals!" he sat back on a wheely chair. He sighed and decided he was hungry. He pulled out the dead rat he had found and slammed it on the desk, flaky bits crumbling off the carcass and ants scurrying away. Stuff the chicken! He then stood and rummaged around in the front of his jeans. He got looks of disgust from everyone but a raised eyebrow of interest from Sam. Kirstie looked open-mouth at her and slapped her.
"What the Fk was that for?" Sam yelped clutching her red face.
"You like him?" she whispered.
"No." Sam replied bluntly.
"Oh, okay." Kirstie answered and got back into her fearful state along with everyone else.
Vyvyan pulled out a stick. The stick he also found under the History room. He rolled the dead rat onto it's back and stabbed it with the stick. He then moved it further down the stick and bit into it's back. He then stuck it in the fire for a few seconds and bit into it again.
The class watched wide-eyed. Scared out of their wits at their teacher. This was truly something immortal that had been sent to control his or her insane and erotic behavior that no other teacher could handle. It was not human! It was… The Beast! This teacher was their master… Their leader. He just points, and they go. They would worship and obey him, it was destiny! Still, it didn't mean they wouldn't be scared shitless from his tutoring.
As he was munching, Vyvyan spied a cupboard labeled "Periodic elements". He threw the rat on the floor and strode over to the cabinet. It was locked so he lifted his knee (the one with the metal implant) and crashed it into the glass, which shattered and as he reached in to see what minerals there were, pieces stuck into the other side of his without the bandage but he didn't feel it even though blood trickled down the side of his face. "Magnesium, Neon, Led, Carbon, Candy Hearts…. Potassium!" He pulled out the Candy Hearts and Potassium. They were both deadly. He threw the Candy Hearts on the floor "Heh, don't want to kill everyone!" and stuck with the Potassium.
He hopped back up to the desk and watched the fire for a while. By this time, it had taken over the door curtains, books, bookcase, the space around the whiteboard and various pieces of homework that the class had decided to kindly donate.
He unscrewed the lid and peered at the contents. He shrugged and threw the whole jar into the core of the burning fire. He waited… And waited. The class bagan to make their way to the door "Hey… Nothing is happening!"
Sparks began to leak out of the fire.
"Oh wait…" he smirked "Yeah, I think it's working now."
BOOM
Vyvyan opened his eyes and was looking at the sky. He sat up and saw his class surrounding him, all completely black, covered in soot. And so was he. He stood and wobbled. He shook his head, soot and dust flying everywhere. He gazed around, in amazement and glee at the destruction around him. The entire room was nothing but a black smudge. He looked down and saw he must have hit the wall when the explosion happened because he has left and imprint on the now flat wall that was once white but had seemed to change culture. Streaks of black stretched around in a circle where the room walls once were.
He turned to his class, some were still emerging from the debris, like zombies. He frowned and kicked the ground, soot flying up "I didn't use enough Potassium!"
LOL! He blew up the science department! No more to be said XD