“There are no questions, only answers.”

A cute girl in the second row shook her head slightly and, with a laugh, responded, “You mean ‘There are no answers, only questions’,” and she tilted her head towards the girl seated next to her and rolled her eyes just a little, eliciting a small giggle from her classmate.

The teacher reached the cute girl’s one-piece combination desk & chair in five long strides and with a violent heave he upended both the furniture and the student.

The girl’s head slapped the linoleum floor with a loud ‘smack’ and one of the desk’s legs snapped with a sharp ‘crack’.

He kicked the desk to the side, bent down and grabbed the girl by her blouse.  Gripping a handful of shirt material, he began to drag her to the front of the room.  Her little legs flailed madly and her skirt fluttered and exposed a bit of her powder blue panties to the rest of her classmates.

After a couple of steps, the teacher hunched slightly and then spun in place, like an Olympic discus thrower, and hurled the girl against the large chalkboard on the wall at the head of the classroom.  She slammed into the black slate surface with a violence that caused it to splinter and crack.  Her eyes rolled back into her head and her small body fell limp to the floor with a sickening ‘thud’.

She lay sprawled and unmoving on the cold grey floor like an abandoned ragdoll.

The second hand of the classroom’s wall clock ticked forward one position and a student in the back of the room who was chewing gum blew a small bubble and burst it manually with his tongue. 

Another boy, seated in the third row, stared at the adult in disbelief.

The teacher turned to face the roomful of school children; he was breathing heavily and there was a look of savage glee in his eyes.

The third-row boy shook his head in horror and he imagined for a moment that the teacher was throwing hand-grenades at the students and he wondered to himself, ‘Is anybody going to jump on those?’ and then, ‘Should I jump on those?’.

Just above the boy’s head two tiles of the room’s drop ceiling parted slightly and a thin silver rod slid silently down from the narrow gap.

Moving quickly downward, the rod slipped effortlessly through the top of the boy’s head, punching a neat round hole through his skull as it did so, the cranial bone seeming to offer no real resistance.  It continued its path inside his body, pushing its way through organs and muscle and bone alike, causing small rips and tears here and there as it went.

Completing its internal violation, the silver rod quickly exited the sitting child and imbedded itself into the seat below, pinning the young pupil to his chair.

The teacher smiled slightly and said, “Now, let’s