The story is still a WIP, but here is what I have.
A man sat in a cracked sun-bleached leather armchair, his back to a sunlit window. The light from the window fell across the desk in front of him, which was strewn with papers. The man was balding with streaks of grey interrupting the natural brown. His clothes were slightly worn and patched as if he had not cared to replace them. He raised a piece of paper higher into the light, shrewdly squinting at it. The man muttered to himself as he moved it to a small pile on the left side of his desk. The room he was sitting in had seen better days. The paint was peeling from the walls, portraits, their glass covered in grime and dust, hung lopsided. Besides the derelict appearance, the room was tidy and clean. As the man began to write on another sheet, a loud knock came from his door.
“Enter,” he said in a bored voice. A large dark man walked through the door followed by a shorter pale man with taped glasses.
“Do you have him in custody?" The man at the desk asked in the same bored drawl; not looking up. His full attention was still on the mess of papers on the desk. He consulted a small calculator as the larger man stood at parade rest and replied.
“We do. He is just outside, Principal Gale," his voice bellowed with authority. Gale shuffled the rest of his papers together into a neat pile and set them aside before folding his hands on his desk. He sat up straight and gave the two men his undivided attention.
“Show him in,” Gale said kindly. The larger man gave a light whistle, signaling to two armed men just outside the door. The men walked into the room in single file, guiding another anxious-looking man between them. The enforcers were clad in slightly ragged clothing and each holding a rifle pointed to the ground. The man between them had his hands tied in front of him and was dressed similarly.
"Johnathan Maverick!" Gale said. He stretched out his arms as if to embrace him. Gale lowered his arms, stood up from his armchair, and walked quickly around the desk. He took a seat on the edge of his desk so that he was eye to eye with Johnathan. Gale folded his hands in a similar fashion that Johnathan was bound and smiled good-naturedly at him. After a minute, the smile vanished as if it had never been there. Gale's dark eyes: abyssal, were devoid of any mercy or kindness. When he spoke, his guttural voice carried every word with perfect diction.
"Johnathan, I have heard some very disturbing news regarding you." Johnathan met Gale's gaze and straightened to his full height, glaring defiantly at the Principal. Gale continued, ignoring Johnathan's disrespect, "My inside sources tell me that you have been gathering followers for a coup." Johnathan still said nothing in his defense, his lips a thin line. Gale continued to stare him down until finally, Johnathan averted his gaze.
"I don't need to tell you how serious a matter this is," Gale said softly, "You knew the measures I would take if I found out about it." Johnathan still said nothing as he glared. Gale's eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"Do you have anything to say for yourself before I kill you?" He asked. Johnathan shook his head slightly. They stared at each other for a moment before Gale broke eye contact. He looked to the larger man and said cheerfully,
"Vice-Principal Sheether, please bring me his wife. And better take his son into custody as well." Gale looked back to Johnathan's now pale horrified face and gave a smile full of spite, "You know how children are about avenging their parents." Sheether nodded and immediately left the room.
"NO!" Johnathan's anguished cry filled the room as he was dragged back by the enforcers. He fought against them as they began to half drag half carry him from the room. Johnathan's cries could be heard down the hallway as the Gale moved to look outside the sun-filled window.