(Note: This is a truncated and slightly altered version of nothingsp's Steve to Stacy post, which I really liked. It cuts off at the point Steve loses consciousness, so that his fate can go in multiple branches. Also, the tone of Miss Fletcher is subtly changed.)
Steve gulped. He was used to handling pissed-off adults, but normally it was just angry mothers bitching about what he'd done with their daughters. But he was a careful guy; all the girls he'd been with were of age, he'd made double-damn-sure of that. So why was he in an office in the basement, and why were they threatening him? "Wh-what do you mean?" he asked, trying not to sound nervous.
"Exactly what I said," Dean Singleton responded. "You've been getting away with this kind of thing for far too long, and we're going to put a stop to it."
Steve couldn't handle this creepy, threatening atmosphere anymore. He bolted for the door. Ms. Fletcher was standing in the doorway, but he could bowl her over easily enough if she didn't move.
Except that wasn't what happened. Steve ran full-force towards the willowy, thirty-something woman, but instead of knocking her over, he bounced off the space in front of her like it was a brick wall.
"Well, Mr. Farber," the dean said, as Steve picked himself up off the floor, "as you can see, Ingrid is much more than she appears to be. So there's really no point in your trying anything else. If you know what's good for you, you'll sit down and let us get this over with."
Steve wasn't about to just take whatever they were going to do to him lying down, but he wasn't eager for another run-in with this...whatever she was, either. He stood in between the two, eyes darting from one to the other like a trapped animal. "What are you doing!?" he yelled. "My sex life is none of your business! You can't do this!"
"Says the man who's caused six girls to drop out after being cast aside, not to mention Tiffany, who's going to have to juggle studenthood and motherhood. Tiffany is hardly the poster child for sexual restraint either, but you decided not to wear protection," Singleton replied, icily. "The fact is, your sex life has the biggest impact on our school of any student's. And we most certainly can do this. It may not be legal, but that doesn't mean it's not right."
Steve was truly freaked out now. They were going to kill him, weren't they? He knew he couldn't get through Fletcher, but what if he went after Singleton? No good, what if Singleton had the same power? What could he do? What were they going to do?
The dean stepped toward him. "Believe me, Farber," he said, "you've had this coming for a long time. Ingrid?"
Ms. Fletcher nodded and stepped forward. She thrust a finger towards Steve and uttered random words in a strange, guttural tongue that he didn't even begin to understand. Suddenly, he couldn't move. "Wh-what are you...God, what are you doing to me!?" he shrieked.
Ms. Fletcher smiled. "Well," she said, "it should be pretty obvious that, in addition to being a computer science teacher, I'm a witch," she said. "Or, if you're not of a spiritual bent, you could say I'm a reality hacker; that's the term I prefer, myself, but people understand 'witch' a bit better. Most of the students here are good kids, basically. Get rid of a few disruptive influences, and everyone is happier."
"Now," she said, idly leafing through a spiral-bound notebook she'd pulled out, "normally, I don't use my abilities for petty things, but when he told me about what you've done to the girls in the school, and about this most recent affair, well, it became pretty obvious that you were more than just the average teenage asshole. So we talked it over and came up with what we see as a suitable way to deal with you. So don't think I'm acting on my own. I have the support of several faculty members."
"Wh-what are you going to do?" Steve asked. Ingrid smiled. "Ah, now that's a good question. Me, I call it..." Another stream of alien syllables poured out, and Steve's body was instantly racked with pure brain fire, like every neuron in his body was going off at once. The world was a single giant, colorful, agonizing fireworks display, and then everything went black.
