LUCIFER
2000
German was far from being the highlight of any Year 11s day, especially with their new teacher. It was the sort of lesson that droned on and on and on and wouldn't be wished upon the most mortal of enemies, the Year 10s. The two hours and a half for which the girls had to endure slowed especially for that time period and then the rest of time flew by so that they could be tourtured some more.
"I'm going to die" Faith moaned.
It was a fairly common phrase that only occurred before a German lesson. However, thanks to refurbishment in their normal classroom, the Year 11 German group were in another, sure it was only a prefab but they were no longer in the alphabetical seating order that Mr Geoffrey Mac Sherry had condemned them into.
Seated at the back of the class Luci, jet-black hair, dark skin and brown eyes that seemed to glow a deep red, and Faith, planned the weekly murder of their teacher. Di was beside them writing one worded poems for her fiction web-site, Karen was reading an Anne Rice book, Lizzie and Maya were playing with the other Maya's mini-tape-measure while Maya was trying to defend it from abuse. "Wouldn't it be unfortunate if for some reason when I lifted these scissors and pretended to cut off his head" Luci said raising her pair of metallic scissors in her line of sight so they would cut the teacher's head off "and his head actually fell off?" she cut.
"Yea, poor Mr Mac Sherry."
A large and audiably loud intake of breath turned the class' attention towards the teacher 'Oops' Luci thought, although even the thought was thick with sarcasm, as the teacher withdrew his hand from a bleeding scratch in his neck. "Oh wow, it might actually come off" Faith announced hopefully in a stage whisper.
Luci isn't your average teenager you see, she has telekinetic powers. When Luci wants something to happen enough, like the incredibly tempting and uncontrollable urge to at least do some minor damage to ruin even a cornflake-size of the modern languages teacher's life, it probably and more likely than not, would happen.
"And wouldn't it be so unfortunate," said Maya, whose other Maya's measuring tape had been pinched by Lizzie to play with, "if the pens started to attack him, and a chair leg were to go through his head?"
"Don't even mention it, I'm close to tears" Faith pretended, also taking a GCSE in Drama, wiping her eyes with the cuff of her blue school sweater for effect.
Everyone knew that if any real tears were shed it would be in sheer happiness at the mere thought that maybe some higher power would grant it so.
"Eww, he did it again!" Luci remembered.
"Please tell me he didn't?" Luci begged her friend.
"That's the second time this lesson, and it's only been fifteen minutes!" Caroline had said "Maybe it's not a wink, maybe it's just an eye twitch." she continued in an attempt of reassurance.
Mr Gefforey Mac Sherry seemed to have this bizzare habit of winking at pupils if they dared to look at him long enough. The very thought of it at the time, as did the memory now, made Luci's blood run cold and her stomach churn as if prepearing to hurl out its contents.
Surly this was hell.
"Go pen, go." Maya, with the measuring tape was whispering to her pen, urging it to attack Mr Geoffrey Mac Sherry in a kamikaze mission.
The mere flash of it across Luci's mind was too much to control. In an incredibly controlled manner she let her fury wash through the room, animating every pen, pencil, rule, any stationary her thought could lay it's grasp on. Pencil cases tore open as pens raced forward to bring the demise of the grotesque teacher.
After a few delayed seconds pupils started to make frantic grasps at their stationary, much wanting Mr Geoffrey Mac Sherry dead, but refusing to let their property risk such contamination. Each pencil impaled the creature, ear, toe, leg, everywhere save the head, ink torn from it's home distorting the view to an unreconisable mass of black and blue, with the occasional other colour of patches.
Once each piece of stationary had completed it's Kamikaze mission, one last task still remained. An empty chair at the front of the class, (no one would risk being that close to the thing,) started to shake and rumble. 'Why not take the whole chair?' Luci asked herself but concluded the less that came into contact with it would be for the best, similar to her theory that this would be a quick death because she couldn't stand him living any longer as much as she would love to make him suffer.
The leg of the chair broke off and as if in slow motion flew through the air and impaled his skull with a sharp crack. Cheers were withhold as for now they could only smile before the charade of terror would begin once someone else came. Soft mutters; "Maya predicted the future", "She willed it to happen,...well done" echoed through the Prefab.
Practising for the play Maya sat down with her head in her hands crying, "I never meant for this to happen."
Others followed. "It wasn't your fault Maya, you didn't do anything, there wasn't anything anyone could have done, and hell only knows how it happened."
'But we can celebrate as soon as we can after this act' All thought in unconscious unison.
Screams were let out. The teacher was dead, was it ever to plague them again? Some sceptics were worrying over it's revival, but Luci knew better.
The question of how had not yet been offered; for now the pupils were content that their experience of having to endure the teacher had ended. Pupils were ushered out of the classroom once the situation was aknowledged by an outsider. "They couldn't have done this without a single trace, they were there" detectives summarised.
Sorrowfull faces at the death displayed before them, but hearts leaping, giddy with joy, the students were sent home.
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Lucifer is the name of an Angel, according to Christianity, who was jealous of human creation and so was exiled. However, although Luci is short for Lucifer, Luci was an angel as she rid the world from the monster that was the German teacher Mr Geoffrey Mac Sherry.
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