Space L Clottey

   Kinsella         The class was almost over.

    Meli stared at the clock as it ticked further and further towards the time when it would all begin, her eyes poised above the teacher who would not stop talking.

    Ms Rondo was a terrible teacher, by far the worst that Meli had ever had the misfortune to be taught by. She was needlessly rude to the students, pointlessly cowardly, always blaming of others of her mistakes, and worst of all…

    She was hot.

    Meli shook her head. Concentrate. Concentrate…

    57… 58… 59…

Meli turned to her accomplices around the class and gave them a discrete nod. The class began to stream out of the room in a terribly precise, inorganic, silent line, all according to Ms Rondo's oppressive orders...

    Meli made a careful effort to stay as close to the back as possible.

    ”Miss..?” she said, when most of the other kids had left the classroom, and it was mostly just them. “Why do we have to be in silence when we’re leaving the room?”

    A part of Meli was angry that this had to be the thing she had to ask for the purposes of the distraction. She already knew the answer brewing on the terribly-aggravating teacher’s lips, as Meli’s accomplice drew closer behind her…

    ”I like the silence. Now shh. It’s my lunchtime. Unless you want to be in here for the amount of time you’re costing me after the bell rings at hometime?”

    Meli felt part of herself bubbling, so very done with this terribly attractive teacher’s incision of authority apon herself…

    No more.

    Meli had stared over Rondo’s shoulder’s for just about too long, and the teacher had finally gotten curious, begin to rotate ever so slightly…

    A gag found its way around her mouth.

    Quick as lightning, Yendi leaped up from his hiding place behind the desk and tied a rope around Rondo’s mouth, at the same time Slendo shut the door.

    Rondo screamed, raising her hands with a terrible swiftness. Meli’s mind lit up in excitement as she saw the opening, and sent her precise fist crashing into her teacher’s torso. She screamed, tears piling in her eyes as she collapsed onto the ground.

    ”Whawasahahha!?” she seemed to say, crowded on the ground as she squirmed.

    Meli stared at her, for a moment distracted by her teacher’s flowing eyelashes and perfect ratio of facial features as they were contorted in a terrible look of pain…

    No! What was she doing? She shook her head clear and raised her hand, clicking her fingers. Immediately, two small girls erupted behind the desks furthest behind the class, rope within their hands. They ran over and kneeled beside the wiggling body and grabbed within their hands the fingers of their teacher for the very first time (Meli gulped), and squeezed her fingers bewteen their knuckles.

Rondo exploded in pain, contorting against the floor in distraction as her fingers felt like they were exploading….

    The twins used this as the perfect time to tie the rope around her arms and legs…

    Meli stared at the most powerful person in the room. Finally, like this, there was hope of them talking as equals.

    ”Whahahahaha? Whshahahshaha!?” Rondo said again.

    ”What? You want to leave?” Meli asked sardonically, remembering all the times she had desperately wanted to leave this monster’s tyranical classroom to experience anything else then the crushing totalness of being stuck, met with only sarcastic, threatnening, sardonic answers from her teacher…

    Now it was her turn.    

    ”What was that?” Meli asked, as she bought her leg as a hammer against her teacher’s torso, a gulping sound vommiting from her as the force went richocheting into the woman.

    ”You came to school because you wanted to learn,” Meli said again, comptemt bubbling inside her the mroe she remembered how awful this creature had made her feel…

    ”Are you learning now?” Another kick. Another convulsion, another muffled scream.

    …how much of her life this woman had controlled

    ”You’re here because you chose to be.” She said with a terrible coldness.

    ”You’re here…” she continued, crouching down further and further until her face was only inches from her teacher’s, taking a strange delight in knowing she could feel nothing but the pain she had caused and the warmth of her breath as she spoke.. “You’re here because it’s good for your future.”

    The energy in the room crept steadily upwards through every word, the anticipation creeping steadily upwards as the plan they had all daydreamed about for years came closer, the sweet sensation of freedom almost tastable as their ship drew nearer and nearer to the bay of liberty, Meli at the helm as she clicked her fingers and her hand was met with a heavy weight as the item fell into it.

    It hadn’t been easy to secure it. Months and months of effort and planning, and it hadn’t been nearly the most costly part of the plan.

    But with a blade the size of a head and with the sharpness of a razor, the axe that lay within Meli’s palm now certainly felt worth the half a year of studying persuasion and memetics, of research on the material needed to slice through bone, on the best way to sneak something into an institution.

    It was almost trite to say, but Meli couldn’t stop the thought: she had learned so much more learning how to kill this teacher inside the classroom, than she ever had inside the classroom. With that she started to laugh, a bouncing, chaotic laugh that grew and grew, tears rising and piling at the base of her eyes as her legs bopped widly, so close to the woman…

    And in that moment the gag slipped off.

    Rondo began to scream— immediately Meli regained her senses and rose, crushing her shoes into the woman’s shin with as much force as she could muster. The scream died, the energy swiftly converting into a diseased yelp.

    Meli almost had the deire to scream at the beautiful lady, to tell her to shut up. But as she realised what the desire was, she realised how commcal it was for the roles to be reversed so thoroughly…

    ”Shhhhh….” whispered Meli. “I like the silence.”

    Rondo gulped, her body quivering as she realised she was what coming closer and closer. “Meli—!” she gasped, her voice choking as something clearly faltered with her organs.

    ”I… I was just following school policy!

    ”It was YOU!” Anger exploded inside of Meli as she exploded, axe in hand, launching herself towards the teacher and grabbing her around the neck — a piece of her still somehow fluttering with the physical contact — as she drew upwards, carrying the corpse, smashing it against the wall and staring into her eyes with a ferocious intensity—

    ”Don’t you dare blame the school for this!” Meli screamed, squeezing tighter. “It was you! It’s always been you! You were having fun the whole time! You liked us being your little puppets, your playthings, your toy soldiers that spent eternity following orders, never actually doing anything with that displicine, your decision to distill it never actually having anything to do with the wars we’ll have to fight once we get out of hear. You did it for fun!

    Meli stared at Rondo, an inch from her face. Her anger was frothing, consuming, all of what she was—

    But another part of her was forthing, something deeper, something far inside her belly that said You’re an inch away from Ms Rondo!

    No. Meli pushed down the feeling and brought up the axe, the energy in the room compounding as Yendi, Marki and Zumi, Toho, Derko, Muzi and Schlomo all watched with giddy delight, the axe rising closer and closer, ready to swing and make its lethal dent…

    ”I’ll kiss you.

    WHAT?

    ”WHAT?

    Had, had Meli heard that correctly? Surely not. Surely Ms Rondo had not truly… couldn’t

    ”I’ll kiss you,” she whispered again, their faces were so close that it could only be heard by Meli. “I’ll kiss you, Meli. If you get me out of here.

    Meli’s stomach began to do summersalts. Suddenly the axe felt so very light and Ms Rondo’s body so very heavy. The student became irreversebly concious of how physical everything was. Suddenly every-microsquirm of the body she held above the ground seemed to translate every speck of movement into her own locus of sensation, as though her body now registered that of Ms Rondo’s as its own…

    Which only made how terribly far apart they were feel all the more distant…

    Like a chasm stretching out between two stars…

    And one had just offered a shaddow.

    Meli felt the axe quiver in her hand…

    Was she… was she really…

    No! She had all the power here. She shook her head, hardly believing how quickly she had lost conciousness of the fact that Ms Rondo was no longer in charge.

    ”No.” Meli said, her voice clearly trying to be steady and deep while certaintly quivering. “You will kiss me because you want to live, and then you will die.”

    ”No.” Rondo said simply.


    The children stared at the pair.

    It would have been foolish to have only one weapon.

    The children were not fools.


    In another universe, one occupied only by the crushingly symetrical face of her captee, Meli stared, totally concious that her bid for control had been dismissed with the ease of swatting a fly, knowing it was known to both of them that the dismissal had been unigornably successful…


    The children watched.          The drawer clatterd slightly as it was drawn open.

    The deadly objected glinting in the flourescent light…


    Aghh! What was happening? Would it really be that easy? Had Meli really worn her feelings on her face all year, so well that Rondo could use it against to stop her only goal for the past year?

    She didn’t even like Rondo! She was bossy! She was cruel!

    But Rondo couldn’t deny that this was a time when nature had mismatched a person’s insides and outside. Meli’s world truly collapsed into only the glorious terrain that was every crevice and bump on her skin…


    A hand drew the axe from out of the drawer, the attention of the children split between the old weapon and the new one…


    No! She had a job to do! So what if the long, aching stares had not been subtle enough? So what if Rondo knew? It was beneath her to let the ploy work even while Rondo knew SHE knew what Rondo was doing!

    But her face was not just an infinite terrain now, but a portrait. It was impossible to read the expression but it was marvellous, everything was marvellous! Within her shimmering eyes was an infinite sparkling galaxy, within her sikly eyebrows was a neverending knowing, and apon her lips…

    Meli gulped, one that sunk through every part of her, a desire stronger than any other she had ever experienced, one solely focused on what she held in her hand, on what was in front of her.


    Yendi stood behind Mendi and raised the second axe, her face a mix between furious and caring, anger and tragedy…


    Meli could hardly remember the rest of her life then, and didn’t want to. Everything that mattered was there. And its face began to change! A playful, all-so-knowing mirror of everything she felt… which softened then as her own face relaxed…

    And Rondo smiled! Not sardonic, not at the inflection of power, but because of her! Could it finally be that now they were equal? Now they were comparable?

    Now they were… compatible?

    ”So…” the teacher began, in a tone that eminated knowing everything Meli knew and strictly more.What’s the verdict?

    Meli became the question, knowing somewhere how much the question had changed her values — not caring in the slightest.

    She nodded her head.

    ”Oka—


    Meli became pain.

    Everything vanished as a flaming sensation erupted along Meli’s back, a blade piercing into her very flesh

    She immediately dropped her teacher, every function of her muscles collapsing as everything she was was redirected into the screaming sensation erupting from her back, the whole world flickering or just her eyes—

    She collapsed, the floor racing towards her, and once again her body exploding as the blade was torn back out of her


    Yendi ripped the axe back out of her comrade’s body before she hit the ground. It didn’t need to go any deeper than that. That wouldn’t be necessary; it would be cruel.

    She watched as her friend lay twitching on the ground, and brought the axe back up one more time…


Meli realed. 

    It was my fault. It was all my fault.

    Meli’d had a job. A job…

    They’d all been a team…

    She groaned, fully understanding what had happened, not sure which pain was stronger: the blood seeping through her schoolshirt from the axe-wound in her back, or the aching, aching shame of weakness…

    Something thumped beside her. Something creamy and complete…

    Rondo…

    Meli sought every speck of strength within her, and threw her hand towards her teacher, desperate in her last moments to at least touch her one more time…

    But she watched, her heart sinking as her hand was clear in Rondo’s vision, desperate for the slightest touch, the slightest confirmation that it hadn’t all been for show, that it hadn’t all been for their little game…

    Rondo looked at it and turned away.

    Meli closed her eyes.