"Mmmmm-" Chad moaned as he inhaled. The metallic, mildewed, stale sweaty smell told him he was in a locker near the showers. He grimaced to himself, payback. He'd shoved enough dweebs into lockers over the years, still even if he deserved it, he'd have to pay the jokers back. "Hulk would say, "It's clobbering time." Strangely, Chad's voice didn't echo in the locker. Now he found that he couldn't open the locker. He could barely move, and he realized his feet weren't touching the floor. What the fuck? He could feel a hook buried in the back of his head at the base of his neck. Was he paralyzed? He tried to call for help, "HELP, I'M STUCK IN HERE! SOMEONE OPEN THE DOOR! PLEASE!" Again no echo. He was only thinking, trying to speak, but no words were coming out. He'd just have to wait until someone opened the locker.
He could hear people moving passed the locker, but the voices were indistinct. He wasn't even sure if it was his school's lockers. It could be those crosstown jerks. Finally, after hours of hanging around, Chad heard the sound of the locker rattling. Someone was opening it. Fuck, he never padlocked anyone in a locker before. He listened as apparently they got the combo wrong, and cursed. The voice was male, but he wasn't sure who. Click, got the combo right this time. Now to see who did this too him. The light streaming in was blinding. Chad tried to blink or close his eyes, but realized they were permanently affixed open. This was bad. The figure silhouetted before him came into focus, as he stepped forward and reached for Chad. It was-