After the incantation, the instant look of apprehension on Orsir's little bearded boy face tells the tale. For he now knows that he has crossed a line with the animals. That in his arrogance, intolerance, and insensitivity he has placed himself in a precarious position with the very animals he was supposed to have tamed. So like every good lion tamer ever, he tries to back himself out of the corner of the cage. Problem is that the animals know these tricks too ...they're called fear and cowardice.

"Ah yes. Well then...let us just consider this just an extra added warning for you, Miss Grimm." Or'sir clears his constricting throat.

The little mini man quickly snatches back the detention out of her hand. The very same one that May has been waving in the faces of the animals to get them riled up. Only one problem with this move ...though chance, circumstance, happenstance and just a bit of good fortune, he just snatched my detention instead. So I still have May's detention safely secured in my poncho pocket.

"So let this be a warning to you all from hereon out." He tosses a bone over his shoulder as he attempts to flee the scene of his grave error in judgment. "Let us not have any more inappropriate contact in class."

"Oh no, you don't!" May begins shaking her head wildly in negation, like a full-on exorcist possession.

For now, May is riled up, hyped up, and about to get seriously not nice. She hates having things snatching out of her hands with a passion that borders on primal rage. It's like a huge "No Go" in her dark world, and one of her biggest triggers for the Madam Mayhem to show, and rightfully so.

I know I can end this fight on my own accord, but I have come to recognize that May needs to fight her own battles whenever she can. So I force myself to step back and let her ride her righteous rage out. Teach the hard lesson... you mess with a queen, you take your slices.

"No take backs! That's mine and I'm keeping it!" She snaps sharply. "So give it back...cause I'm gonna frame this sucker and put it on my trophy wall at home. To prove once and for all I have a boyfiend! So see Momster, even the school says so. So bone that noise, done da ta!"

"That's quite enough of that nonsense, Miss Grimm." Or'sir snips back. "Please control yourself, you're embarrassing yourself."

May stops gyrating and goes stone cold stoic in a flash. Then like only May can do on Mayhem day, she goes right for the throat. Because a queen is nice, but never make her ask nice twice, and if it's thrice... you get sliced. So she starts to slice with her weapon of choice and last resort...her unique voice.

"As you wish Or'sir, as you wish." May perfectly mimics him, so well she's even nailed the high pitched squeaky warble terror tremor. "From here on, you may rest assured that I shall endeavor not only control of my personal space. Exuding the utmost decorum at all times, as I sally forth towards ever loftier standards of behavior in the future. But of course, most especially when I shall partake of said boyfriend lips nonce, once more and once again. That you may indeed rest assured, that I, Maybe Grimm, will attend said detained attention forthwith, proudly, post haste and with a clarity of purpose."

"That's quite enough of that, Ms. Grimm! Stop impersonating me this instant." Or'sir hisses, betraying his horror at hearing his own weakness echoed back at him.

"Indeed, indeed ...enough is enough." She mocks him savagely back, and she has him down to a T now and is slicing away at his soul. "I salute you sir, for your stance against having to witness a scene so ghastly as a 'special girl' kiss a 'normal boy'. That must have come as quite a shock indeed, that someone so 'special' like me, would actually partake in such wanton affection."

"Not to mention the hypocrisy of troubled teens kissing with such wild abandon...and after a pledge for freedom. Yes, that would be quite simply intolerable." May snorts savagely. "And I, for one, thank you for this unique experience, to better understand the plight of my fellow students as they suffer through the crucible of hypocrisy. I feel now as though equality has been restored to the imbalance of our relative positions. For myself, without the eyes in which to see, nor heed your intrusion into my brief moment of affection by my personage as well. So I will proudly receive back, such inequality as was snatched from my hands, this very fine foul morn."

"I'm warning you Ms. Grimm another outburst from you, and I will send you to the Principal's Office forthwith." His voice rises one octave higher, that have now begun to question his infantine testicular drop a lot more seriously.

"Then consider me forthwith forewarned." May drops her voice to near guttural drawling baritone that can barely be heard. "Now gimme back my damn detention ...you little sheet."

Now all the packs of predators are blinking in open amazement at the surreal show that May is putting on for them. And in the coming days, they all will universally agree, on one thing. That this has been the most entertaining of morning show since ...well ...forever.

"Stop using that voice..." Or'sir sorta squeaks out, as the color completely drains from his face. And if I didn't know any better, I would bet money that there is something sinsiter about the guttural drawl, that has the evil little mini man seriously freaked out.

"Not another word!" Or'sir hisses in hate.

I know that May will take this up as a challenge, as surely as I know the Sun will Set. So I put a reassuring hand on her small shoulder, onto the one spot that only I am allowed to touch, so she always knows it's me.

"May, I got you. But please stop now, you've made your point, and trust me...you won." I intone softly.

May immediately snaps her mouth shut and nods nonce in satisfaction that she has her victory. She reaches up to my hand and clasps it hard, where I can feel her trembling now under my touch. Which only adds to my anger and rage with the little shit in the suit.

"And that's enough from you too, Mr. Dean. Now take your seat, or you'll both will be on your way to the Principle's office forthwith!" The petty little tyrant has recovered some of his color, but none of his lost manhood, as he tries to regain his authority by force.

"Do not ever raise your voice to her...." I rumble low, because now it's my turn to make some loving memories. "I'll say this once, in a way that even you can understand. Her hearing is as sharp as yours, little sheet. So kindly stop screaming like a little girl, and at least try to modulate your voice like a real man. Detention fine...screaming next to May's ear like a little girl...not cool."

"I do not require your input in the least to tell me how to deal with another student, Mr. Dean. That's another detention for you...for insubordination." He lowers his voice so that the rest of the animals can't hear his cowardice.

"Nonetheless, perhaps I shouldn't have raised my voice with Miss Grimm, I can see how that might be misconstrued." But each insincere word is like ash in his mouth, trying to crawl back into the fire that his curling belly spewed forth. "Please accept my apology...in that regard."

But now May is done and has almost completely shut down. For five full heartbeats pass as my goddess Nix, in all her beautiful darkness, makes not a noise. She merely sits still as a stone, and offers nothing but regal silence, in the slow burn of silent disdain.

"Miss Grimm?" Or'sir is now growing increasingly irritated at being clearly ignored in May's sudden scathing silence.

Nothing.

"Miss Grimm, you will do me the courtesy of answering me, when I address you." He presses.

Nothing.

"Dude? Didn't Dickheader just say she can't speak another word? And now he's trying to trick her into talking back?" The Confused voice of derision comes from the blazer hazer section at the back class, where one of the Haze has asked one of his fellow blazers for clarification.

"Total Dickhead move, dude." The reply comes back affirmative from the Dazed blazer.

"Flock, what an asshole." Reconfirms Confused.

But Or'sir is now beyond agitated at being ignored, and he makes the last mistake of this war of wills...he claps his hands loudly to get May's attention.

"May Belle Grimm, you will answer me immediately!"

May flinches in fear at the sharp retort, and I immediately step right between her an Or'sir in a malevolent rage that borders on murder. Only her dark death grip on my wrist is preventing my fist from smashing all the little nubby baby boy teeth out of his twisted little midgety mouth.

"You even think it dude...you're flocking done." I rumble into him so hard, that I am dragging May and her chair along with me. As she is still attached to my wrist in a death wish grip. I'm so pissed off at the moment that even the voices in my head are in shock. All save for El Diablo who whispers the obvious answer to this peculiar petty problem. 

**Dare Dude! You should totally kill him, kid! Because I'm sofa king bored of this shit. So please just kill this little thing ...so we can go home already!**

"Ride or die." I snap back on the attack.

I lean into his space so hard, that Or'sir makes his second biggest mistake of the morning. He actually takes a step back in fear of getting smashed. Then that weird time distorted moment happens. The one where everything slows to absolute zero, just before pending violence is about to erupt. But May must sense the red rage roiling through me screaming for his soul. So she yanks me back to her embrace, hard enough to move her desk to me with a horrid screech.

"Step up or step off..." I seethe through my clenched teeth, looming ever larger over the shrinking little mini man.

"Darren don't!" May's susurrus whispers cut thru my red rage like rusty razor blades. "He's not worth it."

Instantly Or'sirs cowardly gazelle-like instincts kick in, warning him of his emanate mauling at the hands of the Devil. Which causes him to make the worst mistake that prey can make. For now, he is backing away from me shrinking in fear, with his nubby little surrender hands coming up to save him. Because like most bullies I've run across in the past, he can dish it out just fine...but he can't take it back.

So the "It" is about to hit the fan, and come back at him with a vengeance in ways neither of us imagined, when we started all this with a frivolous kiss. Because by backing away from me, Or'sir has made the final fatal mistake and the worst error in judgment yet. For in that instant, he just lost the last illusion of his power. Not only over May and me...but overall the packs of predators that rule the roost in C -22.

"What a little chickenshit..." A low slow voice drones in the haze.

The voice is not May's, or even one of the ones that live in my head. Rather it's from one of the blazers in the back corner. Presumably from Dazed and Confused the heaviest stoner on planet San Fall.

"What a little prick..." Another voice soothes femininely from style slots among the far back pack in the back corner by the door.

"What a little dick..." A deeper voice from the jockstrap contingent intones in agreement with the style slot.

"What a little flocking dickhead..." Is intoned oddly from the front door, where the normal nice kids are bunched up by the nearest escape route.

"No shit, what a little flocking dickhead..." A voice from the middle of no-mans-land pronounces the unanimous consensus, loud enough for everyone's satisfaction.

It finally registers on Or'sir's face that he's lost control of the animals, and whether he realizes it or not...he just got got. He lost his head in the battle of wills with Maybe. Even worse yet, by backing down to me in fear, he just lost the fear and loathing he once commanded from the flocks.

For in order to rule the roost, you must either be feared or loved, and he now has neither. Because while you can lose your cool, even though Or'sir never had any to start with. You can never lose primacy over the packs of predators. Because of all the laws of the jungle, the most deadly one is...never show the animals that you're afraid of them, or they will eat you alive.

"Who said that!" Or'sir screams and quickly circles away from us and back to the head of the class, where it is safe.

"Raise your hand right now!" Or'sir barks back at the class, staring his best glare back at the packs. Desperately trying to reassert the lost illusion of his dominance, though sheer force of will and terror tactics, but no one is buying into his bullshit anymore. An entire minute goes passes without a sound, and finally Or'sir can't handle the silence any longer.

"Well, speak up I'm waiting?" But the dead silence that answers him is deafening. A hard prison yard stare down, and we are one wrong word away from an all-out riot. Only Attica was less hostile before the first shot was fired than in that moment in room C-22.

"I suggest you people stop staring at me and go about your business until the bell." He snaps.

And nothing...

Not a sound.

Not a move.

It's one of those rarest of high school moments, where everyone is now thinking exactly the same thing, at precisely the same time. The collective consensus has now come to the same conclusion, silently mouthing the universally agreed mantra in hive unison.

"What a flocking little dickheader!" All the packs of predators render their unanimous judgment in one murderous murmur. Which also serves to assign Or'sir his new to cool for school nickname, for the rest of his time in Hell.

Predictably Or'sir reacts like he's been slapped right across the face and shrinks back from the blow to his ego. Personally, I think it would have had less effect if I had just smacked him across the maw with a sock'em and taken his teeth. Because he does ...nothing.

The next full minute of silence is almost painful, as the malevolent hive mind continues to radiate the hate. Lasering their loathing right through the little thing that used to be able to intimidate them with a glance, further eroding the last of his resolve. For nothing is as savagely vengeful as a mob of oppressed predators who find themselves sudden empowered. And a reign of terror is about to start that not even the likes of Or'sir cannot weather.