Nigel Ratburn punched the alarm clock and proceeded to get out of the bed...

Nigel Ratburn punched the alarm clock and proceeded to get out of the bed, anxious to start another day of teaching at Lakewood Elementary school. Just under two years ago, this nearly proved to not be the case. Nigel had gotten a love letter from one of his students, a kid named Alan Powers, known as "The Brain", one of the smartest students in his class. After rejecting the boy's advances the first time, he gave in the very next time, and thankfully, it never went any further than kissing. Nigel knew what he was doing was wrong morally, spiritually, and legally, and he was prepared to accept the consequences of his actions. Until Alan's parents barged in and told Brain to confess to everything. Nigel was able to keep his job, but the memories of those two weeks still haunted him from time to time.

He counted his blessings that nobody knew about what he and Alan did. He never told the principal, his students, his fellow co-workers, nor the school board. The man was not religious, so he never told any pastor, nor did he pray to any deity at all. If it was found out that he had gotten involved with one of his students, the consequences would be very severe. He would lose his job, he would be sentenced to a prison term, and if he happened to come across the wrong people in prison, he would possibly be killed. And if he survived prison, he would be a lifetime sex-offender, never allowed to be around kids for the rest of his life.

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Every since the incident, Nigel was very squeamish about getting involved in any sort of relationship. He was a decent enough looking teacher, but he rarely, if ever, went out on dates. It wasn't that he didn't like women, he just didn't care to date anyone at this point in his life. As far as his career, he was a very successful teacher, closing in on his 20th year of teaching at Lakewood Elementary. He started as a fourth grade teacher, and eventually became a sixth grade teacher. He had received teacher of the year for his work in helping his students succeed during the last school year. He had a lot of respect from the parents and his colleagues in Elwood City, and was hoping to teach for 20 more years. As far as Alan, last he heard, transferred to another school and was continuing to excel and make the grade. Due to the respect that he had gained in the community, he decided to remain silent about his short affair with one of his former pupils.

As Ratburn put on his suit and tie, giving himself a once-over before he proceeded out the door. The sun was rising over the horizon on the beautiful early spring morning. The snow had melted off the trees, and the temperature was supposed to be in the mid 60s, just like a spring day should be. As Nigel Ratburn set foot into his car, proceeding on his way to Lakewood Elementary, it seemed like a normal day, in which Ratburn would arrive, teach the class, and go home at the end of the day.

But as Nigel would later find out, and if you keep reading this story, this day would be the worst day of his life. It is said that karma can turn around and strike whenever it sees fit...

Elwood City Police detective Maryann Tucker walked into the office, manila folder consisting of files in one hand and coffee in the other. She had been on the force for ten years, and a detective for four. She was in her mid 40s, but looked like she was ten years younger. It helped that she worked out constantly and took great care of her skin. She had dealt with special cases before, but nothing like this. In a way, it was almost laughable, because she did not believe that the man would be involved in something like this.

She walked into the police chief's office, sat down in the open seat, and set the manila folder on the desk. Sitting by her was police chief, a bulldog named Mason, a deputy from the Beaver County Sheriff's Department, and Dateline NBC correspondent and "To Catch A Predator" host Chris Hansen.

"These are the files that Perverted-Justice we have on Nigel Ratburn." said the detective.

"So Nigel Ratburn, a nearly 20 year teacher at an elementary school, has been involved in these obscene chats with a 13 year old boy?" asked Chris Hansen pensively.

"Affirmative. We have his chat log, which is 100+ pages long, and some photos of himself that he sent to a perverted justice decoy." the detective replied.

The police chief and the sheriff each took a look through that Nigel Ratburn (screenname PuppetMaster2007) chat log, and their faces scrunched up in anger.

"This man used his position of power to try to inflict abuse on someone he thought was 13. That is completely unacceptable." added the police chief, shaking his head in disgust.

"We have to get this man off the streets as soon as possible, but we have to do it very tactfully, so that the kids don't get traumatized by the teacher's arrest." replied the detective.

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Over the next hour or so, the detective, the sheriff, the police chief, and Hansen all discussed how to confront the teacher. The group wanted to move in and out, but were concerned that either some parents would try to interfere in the arrest and try to aid his escape, due to his status in the community. They were also worried if the local news crew would get wind of the story, since Dateline NBC was a very popular TV show.

The Elwood City Police Department contacted the principal, Herb Haney, to let them know that the Dateline NBC crew would be coming to the school. The chief explained that one of the teachers was being questioned for his sexual chat. At first, Haney denied it, saying that it wasn't true. But the police chief explained in more detail about Ratburn's chat online, and Haney granted permission, but said that the camera crew was not allowed to come in until after the last of the students had left the building, which would be around 3:30pm. Chris Hansen and the rest of the Dateline crew took off towards the school, with one police unit from Elwood City and an unmarked squad car from the Sheriff's Office, to attract as little attention as possible.

Chris Hansen walked into Lakewood Elementary, signed in, then proceeded to Nigel Ratburn's room, with the Dateline NBC cameraman trailing behind. The school is pretty much empty, as the school had an early dismissal at 2:30pm, and there were no after-school conferences that day. Nigel Ratburn had just finished packing up, and was prepared to head out the door to grade the tests that the students had taken early in the day, and to enjoy the following day off. He was totally caught off guard for what came next...

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worked for Luna Loud too.

"Hello, sir, how are you doing?" asked Chris Hansen, walking into room 37.

Nigel Ratburn looks up in shock. "I'm okay. Who are you?" he asks.

"I need you to have a seat over there on that stool for me." replies Hansen.

"No, what's going on here? What is this about?" asks Ratburn.

"I'll tell you everything that's going on, but first I need you to have a seat." replied Hansen. "We have a lot to talk about, you and I."

"So what's happening?" asked Chris Hansen, shaking the hand of the teacher.

Nigel shook the interviewer's hand back, then asked: "What are you doing here? Who is this guy filming me?" pointing to the cameraman behind him.

"I need to talk to you about some things." replied Hansen. "Do you know that you were caught online having an explicit conversation with a boy who told you he was 13?" asked Hansen.

"Sir, I don't like where this is going, and I want you to leave my classroom. What I say in my own house is a matter of free speech and none of your business." replied Ratburn defensively.

"It's one thing to express free speech, but it's another thing to have an inappropriate chat with a boy who is 13 years old." countered Hansen. "No, sir-I need you to sit down. I have some more questions to ask you." Nigel felt like it was a waste of time, but remained seated anyway, because he didn't know if the man was law enforcement, a TV reporter, or the boy's father.

"Nigel, this is very serious stuff we're talking about. Do you know that what you did violates Pennsylvania law and you could get in serious trouble?" Hansen continued.

Upon hearing those words, the 40 year old teacher was stunned, as if he was struck by lightning. He hung his head in shame, sweating rather profusely. Hansen showed Ratburn the explicit parts of his chat and proceeded to ask about the more graphic parts of the chat.

"What do you think should happen to you?" asked Hansen incredulously.

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"I should go to some sort of sex rehab or something. I'm not a pervert, I swear to God."

"Rehab?"

"Yes. I've been dealing with a lot of stress in my life, with teaching and stuff, and learning lesson plans."

"I understand, but that's no excuse to have a sexual chat with a thirteen year old boy, is it?" asked Hansen. The teacher doesn't reply.

"You know this isn't a good look, right?" asked Hansen, preparing to wrap up the interview.

"I gave into some really lustful urges that I had, and I feel really remorseful for my actions. I really love my job, and I love my students. I don't want to lose my job over this. I will do whatever it takes, if it means that I have to be monitored for a period of time." said Ratburn.

"Do you watch TV, Nigel?" Hansen inquired curiously.

"No. Not at all," Ratburn replied. "There's so much stupid programs on it these days I just barely watch the thing. Is this going to be recorded? Who are you?"

"My name's Chris Hansen and I'm a reporter with Dateline NBC, and we're doing a story on adults who try to meet young kids on the internet. Now if there's anything you want to say, we'd love to hear it, otherwise, you're free to leave."

Nigel starts to cry a little bit, but, next, he reacts like an animal that is backed into a corner would properly react. "Please turn the cameras off. I don't want my face on television." replied Ratburn.

No final decisions have been made. You're free to walk out the door." said Hansen.

"You can't do this to people. You can't barge into my classroom and shove a camera in my face. If you air this on TV, I'll sue." Ratburn replied angrily.

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For a man who said he was innocent, he sure acted defensively. Nevertheless, the man shielded his face from the camera and proceed to walk out the door. Nigel was initially relieved that what he thought was a silly facade was over and that he could go home and get to work on grading the tests from earlier in the day, but the moment he stepped outside, he was greeted by two plain-clothes police officers.

"Drop your belongings and put your hands behind your back." said one of the officers. He felt the silver cuffs snap around his wrists, then after being frisked, he was led by the arm by one of the police officers to an unmarked police car. While walking to the car, the police officer read him his Miranda rights.

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law..." read the officer from the Miranda card. Once his rights were read, Ratburn was seated in the car and driven to the police station.

Nigel Ratburn sat handcuffed in the interrogation room without his sport coat, his belongings, and his dignity. The already long day had just gotten longer. He knew what he was doing was wrong, yet he ignored the obvious reparations and continued to do it anyway, and now he was paying the consequences. He stared up at the gray wall in the interrogation room, and put his head down, nearly in tears. But moments later, the female detective came in the room. Nigel gave out the mandatory info such as name, address, etc., but he did not waive his rights.

"Can I please have an attorney?" the man asked quietly.

"I'm sorry, could you speak up a little?" asked the detective nicely.

"I would like to have an attorney present, please." replied Nigel again.

"Okay. That won't be a problem." replied the detective.

"What's next?" he asks.

"You will be transported to the Elwood County Jail, and tomorrow morning, you will see a judge, and he will set your bail." said the detective.

"Oh God." Nigel said, putting his head down, still handcuffed.

The detective stood the handcuffed Nigel up, and led him outside. Nigel hung his head, averting the camera in front of him. He was then placed in the police van, which dropped him off at the Elwood City Jail. There, he was fingerprinted, given the jailhouse uniform, and locked in a cell until the next morning with four other inmates, who thankfully didn't hear about the man's charges.

The following story that night was a main headline in not just the small city, but the surrounding Pittsburgh area. The local television affiliates had extensive coverage of the arrest of the teacher. Some of the local townsfolk were upset, hurt, and a couple were in denial, saying that the teacher was completely innocent, regardless of the evidence against him and his arrest on national television.

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The next day, at 8:30 am, Nigel was brought in front of Judge T. Wallace, one of the most feared judges in the state of Pennsylvania. As Nigel walked up to the stand, the judge gave him a particularly icy stare, as did a couple of the inmates that were caught in the same Elwood City sting.

"Nigel Charles Ratburn." said the gray haired judge, peering down his glasses at the man.

"Yes, your honor?" replied Ratburn.

"You are charged with two counts of lewd and lascivious acts against a minor due to your online chat, which is a 3rd degree felony under Pennsylvania law, which carries a maximum of up to five years in prison if convicted. How do you plead?" asked the judge.

"Not guilty." replied Ratburn.

"Your bond is set at $50,000 with no 10 percent eligibility. Your next court date is Friday at 11am." The judge said.

Once Nigel was finished, he used the phone call that he was granted to call a defense attorney to work out a payment plan for his bond, asking the attorney to do everything he can to fight for him.

Ratburn posted bail an hour later, and was granted his temporary freedom.

Nigel drove off to his house, relieved to be out of the jail, which was a hellhole. Once he got inside, he made some food, then got to work on grading some of the papers. He was convinced that he would be acquitted of the charges against him and that he would keep his job.

Word did eventually get out about Nigel's actions, and as a result, he got quite a few threatening voicemails because of his arrest that eventually made national headlines.

Principal Herb Haney e-mailed him, asking him to come in the very next day. Nigel figured that if he could trust anyone besides his attorney, it would be Herb Haney, his colleague for almost twenty years. Ratburn would tell Haney that what happened was a big misunderstanding, Haney would threaten to hit Dateline NBC and the Beaver County Sheriff's Office with a multi-million dollar lawsuit, which would lead to the eventual end of the show, and what he felt would be his rightful exoneration.


Nigel Ratburn didn't get a lot of sleep, because the charges against him weighed heavily on his mind. What if nobody believed him? What if people believed that he was a sick pervert? What if he was convicted and sent away for a long time? What would he say to his students, if he was able to even address them? What would he say to his colleagues? He was also worried that someone would come to his house and try to hurt or kill him.

The very next morning, Nigel Ratburn got up and drove to the school. He had eventually gotten so many death threats on his voicemail that he turned the thing off. He played this scenario in his head, and hoped that Principal Haney would be willing to hear the man out. As he walked in the front door, nearly every eye turned toward his way was that of disgust and anger. Nevertheless, Nigel ignored their silence and proceeded to the principal's office. The door was open, which meant that the principal was in his office.

"Good morning, Herb. How are you doing today?" asked Ratburn.

"Get out." replied Herb Haney coldly, staring at the man as if he was expecting him.

"Herb, it was a setup. I'm completely-"

"I don't want to hear it. You are a disgusting freak, you know that?" asked Haney, rightfully pissed.

"Herb, that man barged into my classroom with falsified allegations." replied Ratburn defensively.

"Nigel. I heard about the chat. GET OUT." said Herb pointing to the door in front of him.

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Nigel laughs nervously. "Come on, Herb, do you really believe everything you hear on-" Herb Haney grabs the man by his collar, in no mood to talk to, let alone be in the same room with a man he once considered one of his best colleagues. The other teachers looked at the men through the window in pure disgust.

"Listen to me, you fucking pedophile. You have thirty seconds to get out or I will call the police and have your ass hauled off in handcuffs. Do you hear me?" he asked through gritted teeth.

Nigel responded, nodding slowly, then walked out the door.

"Don't drop the soap." one of Ratburn's former co-workers replied snidely.

Nigel proceeded out of the building, head down. He had feared that he would lose his job due to his actions, and Herb Haney would not even hear him out. Nigel then sat in his car, tears running down his face at his horrible mistakes. Why did he enter the chatroom that day, knowing it was a setup? Why did he throw almost 20 years of his career away? Now he had no job, basically no friends, and depending on the charges, his next "house" would be a 6 by 8 jail cell.

He got home, kicking off his shoes, and just laid on the couch, too depressed to move and too depressed to turn off the TV that was showing Steve Wilkos yelling at a guy who was accused of molesting his daughter. Ratburn shuddered in fear, then fell asleep, anxious and worried about the future. He had not gotten enough sleep over the past two days, and was hoping to prove his innocence, but things would go from bad to worse in a heartbeat for the already disgraced teacher.

Later in the afternoon when Nigel got up and was sipping tea, watching a TV show about puppet making, there was a loud pounding on the door.

"Who could that be?" he wondered curiously. He peeked through the eyehole and saw two detectives at the door. The same detectives that arrested him two days ago.

"Police department, open up." Ratburn's eyes widened in horror as he opened the door. The two police officers grabbed him and placed him under arrest almost immediately.

"What's going on? What are you doing?" asked Ratburn.

"Nigel Ratburn, you are under arrest for the sexual assault of a minor." said the female detective, leading him away roughly by the arm.

"What are you talking about?" he asked.

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law..."

Elwood City Police Department, Wednesday, 12:20 pm

It was a busy day down at the station. The chief was dealing with the overzealous media in the aftermath of Nigel Ratburn's arrest, which made national headlines. Some parents were in denial about what the man was up to, and some even threatened to sue Dateline NBC, claiming that the TV show had engaged in "targeted harassment" of this man. An online petition to pay his court costs popped up overnight.

"This man sure meant a lot to the community, huh?" asked officer Bob./p

"Yeah. And it's a shame that he threw it all away by deciding to solicit a child for sex." replied the chief.

Suddenly, one of the detectives walked into the office. "You're not gonna believe this. I just got an anonymous tip from someone."

"What happened? Spill the beans." the chief perked up anxiously.

"Looks like the rabbit hole just got ten feet deeper. Turns out a woman overheard a young man bragging about a sexual encounter with Nigel Ratburn." said the detective.

"What? You have to be kidding me." said officer Bob.

"Right hand to God, chief. The woman says yesterday afternoon that while she was getting some ice-cream at an ice-cream parlor, she overheard him bragging about it to one of his school friends. She says that she was so stunned and angry, that she didn't call until this morning." replied the detective.

"Wait, so you're saying there was a young boy that was bragging about his sexual encounter with this teacher?" asked the officer skeptically.

"Absolutely. This man is sicker than we thought." replied the detective.

The police chief sat there completely in stunned disbelief. He had three kids of his own, aged 11, 8, and 6, and to hear about anyone sexually abusing a kid made his blood boil as a human being and as a parent.

"It's one thing for a man to have a sexual chat, but for a respected teacher such as himself to actually sexually abuse young boy, that's another level of fucked up." said the police chief, who rarely cussed. "Did the man post bond?"

"Yes. He made bail yesterday morning." replied the detective.

"Well, his day is about to get a hell of a lot worse. Send an officer to interview the kid, and send someone to bust the pervert." said the chief with anger in his eyes. "He's definitely added some charges to his record, that's for damn sure."

The two detectives from the arrest yesterday got in the unmarked Chevrolet Malibu and rushed to the man's house to arrest him for the second time in three days. He was already looking at at least three to five years for the chat alone (and that's if he was LUCKY). Now with the new info, he was looking at an additional 20 in the slammer.

Nigel Ratburn was staring at the wall, bored out of his mind. He had very little room to move in the 6 by 8 cell. He then heard the cell doors open and a black inmate who was arrested for assault and armed robbery was placed in the cell, taking the top bunk (Ratburn had the bottom bunk).

The black inmate stared down Nigel Ratburn with the fury of an individual not to be messed with. After about a half-hour of awkward silence, the inmate finally talks to Nigel Ratburn.

"So, what are you in here for?" he asked.

"I'd rather not talk about it." replied Ratburn, hoping to keep quiet about his charges. But the inmate persisted.

"We're friends right?" said the inmate, placing a friendly arm around Ratburn. "It's all good. You can tell me, man. I won't judge you." replied the inmate.

Ratburn refused to reply.

"I know who you are. You're the teacher that raped that kid, right?" Ratburn didn't answer. The inmate jumped down off his bunk and glared at the former teacher, eyes bulging out. "ANSWER ME, MOTHERFUCKER!"

"Yes." said Ratburn, nodding his head solemnly.

The inmate grabbed him by the front of his jumpsuit. "Listen here you asshole, don't fuck with me while we're here, and things MIGHT just go okay for you, alright?"

"Yes sir." said Ratburn.

"It was a very tense two and a half hours, with Ratburn enduring the mother of all stare downs from the inmate, who took every bit of pleasure in torturing the man. Eventually, both men fell asleep, but around four or five in the morning, the inmate heard noises and slight moaning. He heard such noises before, but to hear them coming from a disgraced former teacher, especially one accused of raping a child, made things a lot worse.

The grunting and moaning went faster, and then ended with a sigh. The inmate jumped down from the bed with a thud to confront the teacher.

"Are you KIDDING ME? You have to be fucking kidding me!" he said as Ratburn lay in a ball. "Unfurl your damn cover, motherfucker!" The man complied, and the inmate saw the sheets covered in Ratburn's man yogurt.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME, YOU SICK FUCK?!" screamed the inmate, loud enough for other inmates nearby to hear.

"You are one sick motherfucker, I will tell you that much! Get up! Right now!" Ratburn's eyes bugged out in fear. He tried to reason with the man, but reasoning doesn't get one far, especially in county jail.

The inmate then proceeded to slap the man around the small cell. Ratburn screamed out for help, to little avail.

He then got Ratburn on the ground and was about to pull the pants of the man down before the deputies rushed in and tackled the inmate, roughing both of them up.

For Ratburn, it was a welcome break. Once he went to the doctor to get treated for his injuries, he was told that he was due in court later that day. This time, he couldn't dress in his usual suit, but rather his inmate uniform as he was taken in cuffs to the courthouse.

Once again, he was placed in front of the same judge that raised his bail after the first two incidents. The judge looked at him with the same glare and contempt that he looked at him the first two times he appeared.

"Nigel Ratburn. It appears that you have new charges against you." the judge said very sternly, looking down his glasses.

"Yes sir." Ratburn proceeded to hang his head, but the judge snapped at him to pick his head up.

"You have another charge of sexual assault of a minor, this time, involving a victim who was 15 years old at the time. This charge, if you are convicted, on top of your current charges, carries a grand total of up to 45 years. Do you understand the charges against you?"

"Yes your honor." replied Ratburn.

"Due to your status as a sexual predator, we have revoked your initial bail from the first charges against you, and you are to be held at the county jail until your trial, which is to be held on June 4. I will see you on Friday for your next court date. You may have your attorney present with you. You are dismissed." said the judge.

"The sheriff's deputy walked the handcuffed Ratburn out of the court, Ratburn felt all eyes on him. Some even teared up in anger at the sight of the man before them, a once respected teacher-turned pedophile.

BUT, as time goes on, things would get worse for the man.

What animal would the black inmate be? I think a dog like Rattles

OP is gone, so here is the original fanfic
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Why is this a thing

Autism

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