Thread: Professor Dilemma {Niklaus Wirth & Enigma_x}

In anticipation of the horror that shall remain concealed until the female spoke, Niklaus tried to prepare himself, his digits absentmindedly continued caressing the females cheek as a reaction of his sympathetic thoughts. Her refusal to take on his help, the arm he had extended towards her took him aback, more so because she thought less of him, and him abilities to grant aid. Come on now, spoke the professor, trying to imply his refusal to accept that fact she didnt require his help or that he couldnt do anything about it. He was willing to give it a try, regardless of how complicated the situation might just be. Niklaus hunched down, supporting the bulk of his form on his feet, just to bring himself to her level, trying to pick on the bag she so abashedly stuff her belongings into, and place it on her desk, gyrating her chair to the side to face her with his bent posture. Tell me. Tell me everything, demanded the professor, his eyes trying to remain assertive, and imposing the seriousness of his offer to succor in whatever she needed get done. As she begun exposing the nature of her sorrow and ire, the cerulean optics of his widened at the revelation that almost flung his jaw wide open. Blackmail he repeated, and paused trying to soak in the information. Who could possibly try to do such a thing, not to mention a crime that seemed to have been occurring right under his nose, and he could never sniff it out. Niklaus hands, resting on his thighs, clenched at the mere thought of it a certain subconscious of his found himself guilty of not being able to pick it up sooner. Its that far gone, huh? Niklaus, with nothing much to add to the initial reveal, mused over the situation, still trying to wrap his head around it. Recording? What the fuck did you get yourself into, Ava?! It did appear more than something the professor could chew upon, the shock of it causing him to rise up on his feet he felt like he had lost all the circulation of blood within his body. Dazed, and stupefied at the backstory, everything began to add up why shed seem like she was slacking, and not paying attention, or why she was lousy with the work he had assigned her. He felt apologetic, his gaze following the girls movements around to the side of the room in order to recover the device formerly discarded. He tried to bask in her words, comprehend the circumstance and the consequence of what she had shoved herself into. No, of course he had no idea what do about, nor could he think of anything better to say in order to compensate her for the suffering life seemed to have been incessantly throwing at her. His arms accepted the girl in his arms no sooner did she lean herself against him. My files? repeated the male after her, the grip of his arms slightly loosened the utter disbelief of a continuous inundation of information appeared to be the cause. His hands moved out from her back, and gripped her by her shoulders, pulling her slightly away from his form subsequent to her admission to guilt. I always liked you Ava. Yes, maybe I was a bit too hard on you, but it was because of the fact that I saw and expected highly of you, and just couldnt swallow the fact that you were being so nonchalant in my classes, in a subject which I believed you could otherwise ace, seeing and marking a couple of you answers. He confided in her, adding further. If you had confronted me, perhaps I might just melted rather easily. He spoke with a chaste countenance, genuine and true to his beliefs about her. It is only a minute after she sallied away from the embrace that he connected the dots together, recalling the happenings of earlier in the day. Could it be him Mr. Bishop? Mr. Bishop?! Niklaus voiced, Fucking Mr. Bishop?! The male couldnt believe in it. But, wasnt he the perfect mentor, and someone other lecturers looked up to? Even if he didnt want to believe it, the proof was literally standing right in front, and the consequences of his actions apparent all over the innocents body. His actions were already deemed suspicious by him earlier, and the older professors lies only seemed to make much more sense now. Niklaus was about to dander, his fists balled and clenched fiercely. He could stay silent no longer, for the images of Avas abuse and molestation in the hands Mr. Bishop kept flashing before his eyes. He shuddered, closing his eyes shut every instinct of his tried to revolt against the calm he was always used to. Stop! demanded Niklaus, calling out to stop Ava from exiting the office. Youll not go to him. Not with me around! The words came out as if he were barking his anger, rows of teeth grinding against each other as he stormed forth, grabbing Ava by her wrist, and taking off towards the older males office he was sure hed be there. A professor grabbing hold of a student like that might just be construed as an act of inappropriate nature in front of the students and a handful of other lecturers that occupied the hallway then. But did he care? No! Niklaus heart pumped fury into his brain every inch of his body coaxed the emotion in utter disgust of Mr. Bishop a perfectly honed figure ruined. A vein at the fringe of Niklaus forehead pulsed just as he barged into Mr. Bishops office, releasing his hold of Avas petite wrist once he was there. He locked the door behind him, and before uttering any word, he charged toward his senior, a fist shooting up, and landing sharp on his face, a loud thwack of his knuckles hitting the bone of his cheek, with a force enough to break his jaw. WWhat! Whats the meaning of this?! Mr. Bishop managed to utter in response, stumped by the hit that his face took, almost altering the shape of it. But, did Niklaus reply to that? Did he stop after that one hit? No, the same was repeated with his left fist another jaw-rupturing hit on the other side of the males cheek. A streak of blood now poured from the edges of Mr. Bishops mouth, his lips cut not from the hit, but from the inadvertent gnawing of his own teeth on it, adding to the stream of the scarlet liquid. How dare you! He snarled, another one of his punches landing right between his chest and his belly, with surgical precision. Mr. Bishop, in distress, coughed up blood onto his own desk. Niklaus rage, even after managing to land three bone-breaking hits, didnt abate. But this time, he considered Avas emotions, and prioritized retrieving the contents of blackmail. He frantically shoved Mr. Bishop against the rooms wall, and began rummaging through his pockets for his phone finally managing to find the device, he pulled it out. Password! He spat, and Mr. Bishop was in no position to deny. 4.e.v.e.r.6.9. recited the older male letter by letter. Niklaus shook his head, walloping the guys stomach with a punch, repugnance bleeding from his countenance. You are such a bastard, Mr. Bishop. He spluttered, but correcting himself with proper address. Oh, Im sorry. Just Bishop. Piece of shit. He spoke, and unlocked the device, moving straight to the gallery, and browsing through the contents of it. He walked back toward Ava, leaving behind a face sloshed in blood. He offered her to see the contents of it, grimacing visibly at the pictures himself he didnt want to see any further, but he had to make sure there were no traces of that left. And such, he selects the entire gallery of lewd illustrations, and deleted them in front of the girl. He then dropped the device onto the floor, and smashed it under the thick, hard sole of his shoes. Looking back at the male who crawled on the floor in pain, he asked one last thing. If you have any more copies that I happen to find later you have been hiding, I swear Ill kill you, and Im hoping youd formally resign from your post today. If I make a spectacle out of this, Id only do harm to Avas image, and thats what Im more concerned about! His last thoughts were spurted Bishop simply nodded, and kept his silence he was overpowered, and as expected an ally of visible of proof of mortality. He took hold of Ava, this time her hand, and pulled himself and her out of the professors office, and traveled back to his own. He didnt know what she would think about him he had never been a violent person before, at least not when exchanging fists with someone was concerned, but something about her in distress, and discovering the suffering from the heinous act being forced upon her, he broke and acted upon his own. Reaching his office, he sealed them inside, trying to formulate a moments peace. Im sorry about all youve gone through. He ceased, and simply looked at her from afar his knuckles were bruised, skin around it jagged, and blood being drawn from underneath the battered skin as if a shade of deep scarlet was left upon the canvas by a thin-tipped brush.