A pale cold hand smashed onto the desk in front of me, attached to a face of fury, bleating red, perfectly white gnashed teeth, spittle raining through the tight cracks between them. The bloody red eyes of Super Ultra Amazing Professor Elite Honus Euro bore into me, his anger rippled through my heart causing a slight delay in it’s pumping. Fear
waterfalled within me, chilling me from my face down to my toes.
Despite the S.U.A.P.E. Euro’s slight and brittle frame, he demanded discipline and respect. It didn’t hurt the economics teachers were the only ones that conducted lectures with a small brigade of police scattered about their class room.
“Is there a reason you don’t feel it necessary for you to take notes Mr. Thames?” He was much younger than all the other professors, perhaps even a few years younger than me. A bead of hate filled sweat dropped off his sharp pale chin onto my shaking hands, as I attempted to hold them still, splayed open on my desk.
“I just thought that…”quickly Euro backhanded me across the face. It would have been virtually painless, due to the weakness of his skeletal hands, had it not been for the small treasure trove of jewels than spattered and spangled on his fingers. Rich jewels and heavy diamonds cut to a razor’s edge, slide and sliced across my face.
“You are not to think in this class.” He turned towards of the cops,
who dug the muzzle of his rifle into the back of my neck. “One more thought that comes out of you and I will have your fucking brains removed for you.” He slithered back to the front of the class, leaving the cop with me, digging the muzzle deep into my scalp, no doubt leaving a round indent in it.
“Now you have all learned your first lesson of Economics. Questioning is for liberal pansies, sycophants and faggots. If you wish to find question take it to one of your disgusting science classes. Here, we talk faith and devotion.” He licked his lips which now were glowing
red with sexual arousal. Without warning, he leapt onto the desk of an unsuspecting student, a woman, red headed, scared shitless and quaking.
“Tell me woman,” He roared, fist clenched and now spitting uncontrollably, “what besides the Almighty Market, dictates the economic well being of the country?”
The woman, shaking and shrugging putter out just a few words, “I ggguess environmental…” Before another syllable could come from her mouth the enraged teacher pulled a short dagger from his waist and slashed the students throat. There was a yelp from a boy in the back and I could smell someone has pissed and/or shat themselves. The teacher didn’t stop and leapt onto the desk to his left, like a giant leaping cockroach.
“You stupid boy, what is the answer? NOW!” He pointed his bloody dagger in a curly haired speckled boy’s face, who was lifting his finger as if he had a clue, “Political factors always…” But the teacher was engorged with loathing for his students.
“NEVER IN MY LIFE!” He screeched at such a decibel that it caused the class, and even the cops around the room, to cover their ears in fright. The teacher then sliced his student’s finger off and quickly cut his throat. He then bounded across the desks, like a mad frog o, leaping on the Lilly pad desks and stood once again in front of the room.
“I will dispose of each and every one of you scumbags and feed you to them.” He points towards the cops who licked their lips and raised their rifles towards the students. “Now, someone answer me….” Then the bullets rained down and bodies and blood and screams filled the air. I hit the ground looked for an escape, there was a door only a few yards from me, but it was blocked by two guards, shells raining down from their seemingly endless amount of ammo.
“What is wrong with education today if one can not answer a simple fucking question?” The teacher was bouncing around, stabbing, laughing manically through gun fire and screams. He spots me and leaps to my level, grasping me by the hair, exposing my neck to the mercy of his blade.
“How about you, my little slug, any…thoughts on the matter?” I was about to give him a quick lesson in irony, feeling if I died I might as well be smug about it. However as my mouth began to open and the blade drew back, someone yelled out.
Everything stopped, the air was quiet with death, everyone turned to a young woman standing amidst the corpses of her fallen alum. She was beautiful, easily recognizable and her streamlined muscles were clenching beneath her clothes. It was Jennifer.
“I beg your pardon?” The teacher was inquisitive, no sense of spite or malice, pure curiosity.
“I said nothing. Nothing dictates the economy of the country or the world for that matter, other than the Great Market. The Market is unquestionable, the Market is all powerful and the Market transcends everything living or dead.” She spat it out, seeming to actual believe what she was saying.
But what was she doing here? I hadn’t seen her in the class before. She had mocked my education. What the fuck?
“Young lady I am impressed. We should all learn from the dirty slut.” He looked around the class, only myself, Jennifer and a wheezy fat man had survived. “Well, survival of the fittest don’t you say?” He licked the blood off his blade and sheathed back into his waist. “I will have to get some more students to fill this out for next time. Class dismissed.”
When we walked outside I took Jennifer’s hand.
“Thank you so much. I would be dead without you.”
“No shit dumb ass. You better start learning some survival skills, fast.” She lit a cigarette and offered me one, which I of course took. We walked in what was a moist, humid night. Just yesterdayI thought there was snow.
“I don’t understand it though, why can’t I remember how to act, I think I know what’s right but then I put it in question because everyone else is doing something different. I don’t understand though why they follow these things. It just doesn’t seem right. I looked at her and frowned and she stopped and stroked my face.
“Aww you are so cute when you look pathetic.” I roll my eyes and she laughs, “You don’t understand because you don’t have any perspective on life.”
I look puzzled taking a final drag of my butt before stomping it out. “I don’t think I follow.”
“Well let’s put it this way, what would you call light, if there was no darkness? What would you call heat if there was no coldness?”
“Uhhhh…” I lifted my hands in shame.
“Ugh, look everyone acts the way they do because they know no other way. Or if you want to be more confused, they have forgotten any other way and in turn have forgotten how to change. They are stagnating and going nowhere, stuck too much in the present. They have forgotten their true past and don’t see any future.”
She could almost read my mind, for I didn’t even have to ask the next question.
“But I remember. And slowly, you’re starting to remember too. You becoming alive Frank. Oh and yes that is your real name, unfortunately.” She sticks out her tongue in disgust.
“So now what are we going to do?”
“Well first things first. You’re kinda covered in your classmates blood, so let’s get you cleaned up. Then let’s go out and have some fun.”
“What do you mean go out and have some fun?” I always remembered it was school work, sleep, onion purchases and more school work. Ah the damn onion! “And what about my wife.”
“Frank don’t worry about your wife I’m sure she’s just fine.” She then stopped, wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled in close, she smelt sweet and light, I got lost in her aroma. “And for fun, I thought we could get drunk, go dancing and fuck for four hours straight. You know like old times.” She winked at me and kissed my neck.
I pushed her back and stared her down, in awe and stood with my mouth a gape.
“Starting to feel it, right Frank?” She shook her head in a playful manner. “Why would you think that I would ever think I would like onion soup? Though it’s really sweet of you to be so loyal. By the way I hate your new haircut. I was mostly loyal to you, but there was one night like 2 years ago where I was, ah whatever. You turned into a real prick, but I forgive you”
“What what, umm.”
“Nevermind, let’s get you a shower and go confuse you some more. It’ll be like an acid trip, everything will make sense except for any of it.” She looked at me and laughed. In a way I wish I was dead. In other way I feel that I had already done that, and it wasn’t all that. If I knew what a drink was, I’d want one.