Wednesday October 2, 2019
Who: Greg and Mal What: Giving order, kinda. Where: Mal's classroom When: After Sex Ed class
It Wednesday and Greg felt a bit better. He'd tossed out the fliers and everyone had seen them. He'd made sure to put them everywhere he could without getting caught. It wasn't easy, but he was proud of himself. Sex ed class had been fun. It was corny and stupid, but funny because the teacher was so straight forward with it and just brushed all the stupid comments aside like they were flies. Still, he was mostly focused on the meeting with Nox, like hell he was calling him Mr. Alexos or whatever, the next day. He would probably want to cut off his fingers to match the prints with something or other. Guy was fucking mental. He needed a leg up on him. So, instead of paying attention to the proper way to mate with a fire person thing, he was busy in his head trying to think of ways to get information on Nox when he realized that it was staring him right in the face. Literally. Mr. Hardy was staring the class down for. . . Whatever reason before the last assignment was being handed forward. Mr. Hardy was a hellhound. Hellhounds took orders from demons. Greg was a demon, or half at least. It didn't take long for a plan to form in his head before the bell rang to release class. Lagging behind, he put his stuff in his bag and walked to the front where Mr. Hardy was. 'Commit or it won't work!' He yelled at himself before he found his voice. "Mr. Hardy? I um, I've got a question if you've got some time," he said, trying to sound not so daunted by the task he'd given himself.
Malakai wanted to beat his head against the wall. Once again, why had he taken on the class with immature idiots who wanted to know more about the Kama Sutra than the safest way to sleep with the water elemental next door? It was obvious by their expressions that they thought he'd be better off reduced to a pile of ashes, having no sex life of his own. If only they knew. Stacking his papers together and making a note to grade essays from another class, he barely glanced up to know a student was in front of him. "I've a moment now. What's your question?"
Commit! Commit! Commit! "Actually, it's more of a command," he said, taking that leap off the bridge. Squaring his shoulder and setting his face, he was a bit taller than Mal, but wasn't as built as him. "I want you get all the information about Nox Alekos and tell me what you've found." Greg had put as much force in his voice without yelling and did his best to stand up right and not freak out and run away. After all, he was a hellhound, so he couldn't out run him. Greg had only seen them from afar in Hell when he'd gone the once or twice with his dad after he'd turned into a teenager. They were big, scary, and mean. How the demons managed to keep them under control, he didn't know, but they did and that was what he was trying to do with Mr. Hardy.
Mal froze, hearing the order, but just as quickly brushed it off. Greg here didn't have the commitment to follow through on the order and Mal knew it. Slowly raising his head, Mal decided to give the boy a reason to fear hounds. His eyes burned red for a long moment as he leaned across his desk. "No."
Oh shit, oh shit! Standing there a moment, Greg felt like he was staring down the worst kind of nightmare. He had to think though, would it be worse if he was left to just be bullied by Nox for another 3 or so years? Now that was scary. Swallowing and almost backing up, he stood his ground and set his jaw. "I said I want you to get all the information about Nox Alekos and bring it back to me," he said, his voice shaking just a tinge, but he gripped his back pack tightly in one hand as he stared down those red eyes that made him want to run.
The little brat was learning. The more determined he got, the harder it was to ignore the demands. Still, Mal had two things on this boy. He was much older and he was full blooded. The hound grit his teeth, a low growl sounding, but still he said. "No. You're about to get your ass in a heap of trouble."
"It's already in a heap of trouble. That's why I need to get all the information I can on this guy," Greg said. Okay, maybe he'd have to be more. . . Harsh. "Now, do as I say. Get me the information on Nox!" He barked. If he got out of this without getting his ass kicked, he'd be amazed, but right then, his escape route was turning into smoke and then getting the hell out of dodge.
Mal snorted. "You are quickly becoming a pain in my ass. And the longer you stand here, the more you're scared." He tapped his nose. "Because you know what I can do." Rising to his feet, he grabbed his back. "Get out of my classroom before I escort you out." Mal wasn't going to admit to this punk that the more he heard the command, the harder it was to resist. Greg needed to leave.
That tap on the nose freaked him out, more than it should have. Gasping slightly, his eyes went wide as Mr. Hardy stood up. He only knew a little bit about hellhounds, but what he did know was that it was harder for half demons to order them. "Not till you say you'll get the information," Greg said, stepping back out of reach. "I want you to get that information on Nox. Today. I need it and you will get the information." Maybe it was the wording of his command. He was more determined now because if Mr. Hardy said something to Nox then he'd be screwed to hell. "I want you to get the information and not tell anyone. You're not to tell anyone about this. Just get the information and get it to me."
"I repeat. Pain in my ass." Mal glared down at Greg, rising to his full height and standing over him. "You're deluded if you think you can boss me around. Get the fuck out of my classroom." Already Mal's mind was compiling the information he knew on Nox. Dammit. Gripping the back of Greg's neck, he turned him towards the door. "You can walk on your own or I'll boot you out. Take your pick."
"No! You don't understand, I need that information!" Greg said as he automatically grabbed at Mr. Hardy's hand on the back of his neck. He was getting desperate now, scared to. Greg was never really scared of getting into trouble, but with Nox it was different. The guy was mental and there was no telling what he'd do. "Get off!" He yelled, pulling at Mal's hand, using everything he could muster up into that one command.
Mal gave the kid a shove towards the door, having to release him due to the command, but Greg never said to be gentle about it. "Explain to me why you want information on Nox."
Stumbling a little, Greg turned back to Mal. "Because he's my crazy sponsor and manhandles me like I'm a coupon for a 24-pack of Pepsi," he snapped. "I've only had one meeting with him and he's already decided who and what I am from rumors and narcs and just wants me to 'obey.' I want dirt on him so he won't just roll over me and get away with it."
"Ever thought about proving him wrong? Seems to me that gathering intel to use against him is a brilliant way to prove his theories." Mal rolled his eyes and headed for the door. He'd leave and get away from this kid. "I'm not getting caught up in your drama. I'm too old for this shit."
"Proving him wrong gives him what he wants. I don't want that because then he'll just shove me off like everyone else does," Greg huffed. "I want that information. Now, give it to me." Everything that came out in the yell just moments ago came back. Greg was determined and stubborn and now he was mad.
"So then talk to him." Mal's eyes were still bright red, showing his irritation, but he was determined to get out of this mess. No one put him in a corner without paying the cost. "He's not as unreasonable as you'd like to think."
"He tried to take my blood himself for a drug test and then dragged me kicking and screaming to have it drawn at the infirmary and then got pissed because I just took the piss test," Greg said. "I hate needles and he's a man handler. I want something on him that will make him back off me."
"Good luck finding it," Mal waved a hand, dismissing the kid and walking into the hallway, calling over his shoulder. "Nox is an upstanding guy around here. Family man now. If he's worried about you, he's got a reason."
Greg stood there, staring at the back of Mr. Hardy as he walked away. Great. There went the only hope he had to getting anything on Nox. Damn it. Kicking the front of the man's desk, he stalked off, down the opposite end of the hall in a sulk.