Spy School: Try Hard, Die Hard

Bone Chilling Chapter 1

January 08

0845 hours

Ben POV

The soles of my feet roughly patted the moist, lubricated floor. My teachers thought it would be good if we learned how to balance ourselves with a wet cafeteria floor. I made my way to the line, getting miscellaneous substances mixed together.

 I made my way to a plain white table. Well, I was sliding more than I was walking.

As soon reached the table, I steadied myself and sat down, putting my toxic waste on the table. 

My friends were sitting there, chatting about the lastest rumors, and how some could be true or false.

Zoe was the first to notice me.

"Hey Smokescreen!" She greeted happily. Mike turned and put his wolfish grin on.

"The great King Salty arrives! What shall his peasants do to please the king!" He acted, bowing for effect.

I forgot to mention, after our last mission on the Emperor of the Seas, Mike had sometimes called me King Salty because of when I was thrown into the ocean. I got to admit, I was kinda offended at first. As time moved on little by little, I sometimes played along.

This was one of those times I played along.

" Thou jester shall tell a joke."

As soon as he smirked, I knew what I said had been a mistake.

"You know why they call a priest father?" He paused, everyone shook their hear. "Because if you call them daddy, it seems sus." He snickered.

I let the loathing on my face show. I was kinda disgusted and confused, because I knew it meant something bad. I just wasn't sure what.

"I don't get it..." 

Jawa looked around rapidly. "It means nothing, Ben."

"You sure?" Mike smiled slyly

Jawa glared at him, "very."

"Anyways!" Zoe said changing the subject, "I heard Erica might come back in a week ore two." 

Oh, right. Erica was the definition of deadly, literally, you'll see her profile picture. She was also the most beauteous girl in my world.

Two weeks ago, she was sent on a solo mission. This was very surprising, considering that we had gone on every mission together. But, according to Cyrus, she was so capable that she didn't need me. Now I knew this was true, but that doesn't mean it didn't sting any less.

  I remember when she had gotten her stuff inside the red CIA van, she had promised everyone of my friends that she would back in no time. I also remember her eyes having a painful look in her eyes.

Immediately, I was brought out of my thinking state when someone snapped in front of me. 

"Dang dude, and I thought I didn't pay attention." Chip said blankly.

"Why do you say that?" I questioned.

"Because-" Mike quickly cut in "- Cyrus just called you to come to his office, like, 10 seconds ago." 

I quickly got out of my seat and attempted to run out of the mess hall. Key word: attempted. As soon as I tried running, I fell onto my tush and was sent sliding into wall. It had made a very loud 'bang'. This had alerted all the students, which led them all to stare at me.

My cheeks shone a bright red since there was a wall lamp right next to where I had landed. I got up cautiously and made sure to not slip on the way to the door. As soon as I was out the door, I heard a chorus of laughter. I quickly ran through the jumble of hallways.

It's confirmed, he's gonna kill me today for being late.

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I knocked on the door to his office. What I supposed was rich brown paint back then, looked more the color of expired chocolate milk. Also, the door was kinda sticky, making think for a split second that milk was actually used.

Anyways, as soon as I knocked, I was yanked in- Erica style, so that when I was fully in the room, I was pinned to the back of the door. I smelled the musty smell of 80's paint. I almost gagged, but then remembered who was in the room with me.

"Ripley." Cyrus growled. He stared into my soul as he pointed at the clock hung above the door. "You're late." He scoffed.

"Sorry, sir!" I said in a military tone. He rolled his eyes and took his hands off me. He motioned me to follow him when he curled and the uncurled his fingers.

I quickly complied, wanting to keep my life.

His office was actually pretty big, maybe half a size bigger than the principals past office.

He sat down in a chair that looked relatively new. It contrasted with the old wooden floor and beige painted walls. There was a window behind him that showed a view of the city. I awakwardly stood to the side, the A.C. right above me made me think I was back in London.

"Benjamin," He addressed me with my full name and a serious tone. Nope, not good. "Erica, was sent onto a mission for a classified reason. A few days ago she stopped communicating with us. Her last  message being: "The she-wolf of great power, suckles those of great need." This doesn't make sense to CIA. Much less to me. Do you know what it could mean?"

Nope seemed like a good answer at the time. Just, my tongue decided not to cooperate. It came to sound more like "Dope." Cyrus looked at me with disgrace. 

Cyrus seemed to hesitate for a bit. "You can leave, kiddo."

I shuffled to the door, mumbling an apology. "Sorry for not being able to help." I opened the door and turned back to see Cyrus looking through papers with Erica's CIA profile picture. He most of sensed my look, because he made a shooing gesture with his hand. I closed the door behind me, and as quietly as a mouse, I navigated not to my room, but to Erica's.

When I got there, there were 3 locks. The normal Spy School lock, a level tumbler lock, and a warded lock. I groan. I start moving back, and then rammed the door. I slightly whimpered and looked at the door. It didn't budge.

"This is a lost case." I mumbled. I made it to my room a few minutes. I opened the door, only to be greeted by the bright screen of my computer, and what I saw was bone chilling. 

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Hoped you liked! If I misspelled or there was something you didn't understand, make sure to comment that way I can clarify. Bye Macaroni's!