Marie Kanker was a crass teen who was stuck in the awkward land between child and adult. Like most teens, she was entirely ruled by her emotions. Marie knew this fact (even if she would never tell anyone) and embraced it. Marie also knew the only difference between her and most teens was that if someone wronged or angered her, Marie wouldn't spread sad excuses for lies around or end a friendship, rather she'd pull her fist back and knock them out cold.

This, along with her short temper and general take no shit attitude, had given Marie a reputation as someone to avoid and never mess with if you valued your well being. It was because of this reputation that no one in Mr. Noughton's English class had done a thing when she kicked the door to his class in, and it was because of this reputation why they were still doing nothing now that she had Mr. Noughton slammed against the chalkboard, one hand curled around his shirt's collar, her pale face an inch away from his and her other hand balled up into a fist and reared back.

"Where's Edd?" she asked, her voice halfway between a shout and an order. This was her ex-dreamboat's English; the frail, stick-limbed kid had to be in here.

Noughton faced a momentary crisis. As a teacher and authority figure, it wouldn't do to tell someone who obviously wanted to harm one of his students where said student was. Especially when it Marie asking, and when that student was a bright young man who was dealing with an identity crisis and trying to come to terms with who he was. On the other hand, Noughton never was good with pain. He wasn't good with it as a child, when he skinned his knees running around the forest behind his house. He wasn't good with it in highschool. He most certainly wasn't good back when he played baseball all those years ago and took a cherry wood bat to the face. And nothing had changed. He still winced and swore and overreacted to the slightest injury. And here, right in front of him was Marie Kanker, a raging powerhouse of violence and pain.

Noughton gulped. Lord help him. The stocky teacher raised his hand, and slapped Marie's off his shirt. The teen took a step back, momentarily stunned. "Marie Kanker, you've finally crossed the line. Breaking into a classroom and threatening a teacher," he stated, a hard dangerous edge in his voice. "I wonder Marie: Did you think this through? At all?"

The blue haired teen darted her green eye away and grimaced. She took a step back and leaned against Noughton's shiny, new oakwood desk. Her hands were tightly wrapped around its edges. The teacher found it funny (and reassuring) that the blue haired teen was staring at his English class instead of him now.

"What do you think is going to happen? Do you believe that the school's faculty is that lax and inattentive, that you could get away with this scot-free? Because I can tell you that it's not. No school is so poorly run as to be able to ignore a teacher being threatened by a student."

A little voice inside him told Mr. Noughton to stop. He was done. The whole situation was done. There was nowhere else he could imagine taking this speech and Marie was good, for lack of a better word. She realized she went too far, she must have. He can just walk Marie out of here, and into Ms. Krechenski's office, where she could sort everything.

And Mr. Noughton agreed with this inner voice and wrapped it up with a simple question. Too bad it was the wrong one.

"Are you that dense to believe that, to think that?"

Marie's head immediately snapped to stare at Mr. Noughton, her one visible eye twitching. The portly teacher gulped, despite himself. Suddenly, he felt very small and that he was the one who had made the mistake.

Pushing herself away from the desk and back into the man's personal space in one swift motion, Marie snarled out, "I'm not fucking stupid, unlike you Nougatty Noughton."

One hand grabbed his white shirt. It felt like an iron claw to the very scared teacher.

"I don't care that there's a room of snitches watching."

The other hand grabbed his collared shirt, twisting and wrapping the cloth to get an even better grip.

"I don't fucking care that I'm going to get expelled."

Both of Marie's arms put all of her strength into lifting up a man three times her size off the ground.

"I DO FUCKING CARE THAT YOU AREN'T TELLING ME WHERE DOUBLE-DICK SUCKER IS!"

Marie Kanker let loose and threw Noughton over his desk and into three students' seats. Leaping over the desk, Marie walked toward Noughton, ignoring all else and focusing on her dazed prey. Her boot's heel dropped onto his hand and began to twist and turn. There were audible noises that went with these movements. Noughton's cries of pain were in sync with these noises.

"Please stop! Please stop. Please. Please please please," Noughton weakly pleaded, trying to pull his hand free to no avail. "Please just stop."

Lifting her heel, Marie grabbed Noughton by his, her fingers snaring themselves around his roots. She crouched down to his level and roughly yanked his head up. He looked pathetic, with a small gash on his forehead and his eyes pouring water.

Her free hand gave Noughton a hay-maker. Marie could feel his nose snapping, and let go of him. Noughton's head weakly bounced against the blue carpeted floor and then stayed still. Leaning in close, Marie could hear the broken man quietly sobbing. Grinning, Marie congratulated herself on not losing her touch and grabbed Noughton again.

He stared at her, a terrified look on his broken face and hoping with no hope that she wouldn't ask. She grinned, and Noughton swore to himself, hoping that Edd would understand.

"Now," Marie spat out, "Tell me where Edd is."

"He's-" Noughton stopped for a moment and silently uttered Lord help me, "He's in the library, reading a book. I saw him there during lunch."

"Fina-fucking-ly." Marie shouted. She slammed Noughton's head against the ground one last time, and then rose. She walked out, ignoring the silent students now lining the walls. A foot from the door and Marie turned. "Whoever I hear snitched first gets a beating twice as worse as his."

And with that, Marie left Mr. Noughton's English class.

A/N: And after months and months, I'm back! Sorry 'bout the wait. School got hectic and then my life got hectic and then I got a job and more and more things just kept getting in the way of this. And then when I did come back I had no inspiration, even though I knew where this was vaguely going. But I'm back, as I said, and I've found my inspiration again, so all should be well! For a while, at least.

I'm really conflicted on this chapter. Originally Nazz was going to be in Mr. Noughton's shoes, but then I switched her out because I wasn't sure if I could write Nazz correctly. I'm wondering if you guys would prefer this as it is, with Mr. Noughton, or with Nazz instead? It won't change the story much, if at all. Just this one scene.

Thanks for reading!