Blue Flow

At The Principal's, In Handcuffs

"Excuse me, Mrs Barseghyan," the tall man spoke, "can I interrupt your lesson for a very,
very important message, please?"
The petite old woman looked at him with her almost non existent eyebrows squished hard against each other,
forming wrinkles between them.
"Who're you?"
"Ah, I didn't introduce myself, but I don't have time either, ma'am." He walked in without her permission
and 4 other men in suits and carefully brushed hair came in after him. He too was well clothed and his outfit was of a 90's movie body guard, except he wasn't one. He, as well as the other men, were FBI agents, and they came for the boy who struggled to hide
himself behind his backpack, whom dread was eating up now. "Class, I'd like to demand all of you to stay seated. If anyone's thinking of moving, I have a taser, they do too, and none of us are afraid of using them."
"Excuse me sir, you can't just crash into my class and act like -
"Yes I can," he said, pointing his ID at her. "Now, Michael Sahakyan, leave all foreign objects on your
desk, without touching or moving them and walk over to me. Don't panic," he chuckles slightly, "we don't bite."

When Mike entered the principal's room, Dash was already sitting there. What surprised him, was that Dash
was in handcuffs. It would've been predictable of him to give out a fight, but why would they put him in handcuffs? After all, what can a 5'6" skinny little boy do to all those well built bodyguards anyways?
What he didn't know was that as soon as the doors opened and the men in black (that's what they grew to
call them in the next 5 years of endless cat and mouse games)walked in, Dash had a clear idea of what was happening and started to text Mike immediately. That's why they had to threaten him 3 times before holding guns up to anyone who tried to interfere. They
tried to take his phone, one of them. He'd walked up to him steadily while the others held the guns and tasers upright, and as his hand came towards him, he slapped it once, then landed one solid punch at his gigantic broken nose, sending him down. The class
actually cheered, and for a second Dash stood there, feeling the "man" in him wake up, rise up and intimidate the small feminine twink that was Dash. Then he was on the ground, being tackled down by two men twice his size, feeling absolutely miserable once
again.
He didn't even look Mike in the eyes as he was placed, almost forcibly, even though he didn't care enough
to, or was in shock enough not to resist, next to him.
"Do you two know why you're here?" The man standing next to the principal spoke in a horrifyingly deep
voice.
Mike looked up at him, only to see smth inhumanly terrifying. He stood at something over 6'2", his shoulders
unnaturally broad, pacs puffed up against them, even though they weren't particularly muscular. His face was the ugly part of the picture. His nose was taking up a good half of his face, eyes were pretty close set to each other, pitch black. Probably the first
time Mike had seen eyes darker than Dashiell's stare into his soul. His cupid's arrow was intense, cutting his lips into a heart shaped form. It felt like any moment now, a slim, pointy tongue would escape from beneath them and hiss at them. And while
Dash looked at him with disgust, Mike looked at him with fear.
"I repeat, do you two know why you're-
"Go to hell." Dash said, his voice as confident as ever.
"That's not the answer I'm looking for, Markosyan."
"That's the only one you're getting if you don't uncuff me right the fu-
"Dash.." Mike's heart pounded with dread as he interrupted Dash right before he could cuss in front of the principal and some authoritarian figures standing in front of him, "No, sir, we don't, now, do we, Dash?" he said, trying his best not to make eye contact with the big guy.
"Good. Atta boy," he said, a smirk growing on his face, "I know you don't, I suppose so. But I'd like you to try and guess."
"You're asking me to guess why I was thrown out of class in the middle of a summative, cuffed up and exactly why my phone is broken? No, asshat, you tell me!" Dash said, and with a struggle, pulled himself upward and stood up, almost falling down. He stared up at him, frowning as hard as he could, his cheeks growing red and his eyes slightly tearing up. For a second
there, the two of them just held equally soul eating eye contact, before Dash was shoved back into his seat by two strong arms from behind.
"I'll tell you, Markosyan, only after you try to guess yourself."
Dash started to open his mouth again, but before he could, Mike spoke. Spoke up, rather than spoke. He spoke up for himself.
"Me?"
The big guy's head slowly turned towards him, alongside his body, and he slowly stepped forward.
The principal's face turned red. He felt guilt and shame and every single feeling a principal has when his student is responsible for such a thing like an illegal ownership of .. a gun? A knife? Dash had done all sorts of things that were VERY much against the rules of Adonc High, such as bringing vodka in a water bottle and pretending it was water, or blatantly
smoking at the property, but he still was one of his best ranked students, and Mike, even though Dash's best friend, had seemingly never been involved in any of those adventures Dash had gotten into. But this was different. Whatever it was, it wasn't good.
That wasn't worthy of Adonc High. That wasn't pure, it was-
"Mr Tatevosian, sir, would you please leave the room?" he said, still looking at Mike, smiling now. Not grinning, not smirking, but genuinely smiling.
"Excuse me?"
"Under Federal Law, sir, would you please leave?"
"Uh, yes, yes, sure... Why?"
"I'm afraid you don't have the right to ask me such questions."
His face turned pale, brows rose and lips curled up, as he, Mr Tatevosian, got up of his trusty old chair and walked towards the exit of his own office, feeling like all of those kids he'd sent out himself, walking that walk of shame, stepping on the carpet like they did.
As the door closed behind him, the big guy continued his question.
"I'm afraid you might be right, Sahakyan. I'm afraid it is, indeed, you we're here for." he said, sitting down into Tatevosyan chair.
"And?" Mike replied, his voice slightly cracking, his whole face fully red again.
"And, we are going to take you to somewhere only we know, kiddo. And you, you little." he rolled his eyes over to Dash and continued, in a murmured, slightly mocking tone, "little snake, are going to... guess what?"
Dash bit his tongue, letting him continue this time.
"Be executed, deemed as missing. You," he grinned at him, moving closer and leaning against the desk
now, "are going to die, my friend." He said, putting one finger on Dash's nose, then rolling down his lips and under his chin, lifting his face up. Dash's heart had already sinked in, when he whispered in the same, groaning deep voice, "such a waste of a pretty
face and pretty grades, huh?"
"Screw you."
Mike's tears slowly rolled down his cheeks
as he felt them literally vibrate inside of him. The sparks.