Spy School: Try Hard, Die Hard

Partial Intro's Chapter 3

The setting sun came sooner than expected. Warm colors were cast across the sky, as if a artist delicately brushed the canvas. As I looked out the window of my dorm, the wind tickled my nose and swept my hair in all directions. 

Then a gunshot.

 Right past my ear. 

Hitting my computer.

 What the frick. 

I crouched down and looked out. Nothing abnormal, just trees, the school wall, and the distant city skyline. To my confusion, someone screamed. I then realized that was me, but, I mean, someone just tried to blow my head off so I think I have an excuse.

I looked around and saw a leaf green eye, and the sound of his robot arm whirring to prepare another bullet caught my attention. I ducked, the bullet scraping over my shoulder, tearing the fabric that covered it. I ran out of my room as more bullets gave the wall a makeover.  

Students scrambled out of their rooms, some fully dressed and others with just their underpants. Shouts could be heard from the outside as adults in polo shirts, baseball caps, and khaki pants came out from my bedroom.

One of the agents, who wore a Red Soxs cap, was bickering with a another agent, wearing a Yankees cap. They fought over which team had more reputable scores, how many good players were and whatever else. An idea sprang into my head.

"Well, what about the White Soxs? I mean, while New York has the city and Boston have a rural type of area, Chicago has amazing scenery and cool cities, not to mention they kinda smoke you guys in 2005.

They stared at each other for a while and agreed with me. Thay started to attack an agent with a White Sox baseball cap, while the others tried to stop them. They kept fighting and pulling, oh and they utilized very colorful language, as they tried to get out of the fight scene. Many students stared. 

"Well, what are you doing!? Put them to sleep!" A short girl yelled. The students complied, some shot sedatives while others used some type of ball. Forgot what it was called. In a short amount of time, they were all asleep. 

"Finally." The girl muttered. She was, as I said before, short. She had choppy black hair that went to the middle of her neck while her skin looked like warm cocoa. Her brown eyes were big, but had a sharp and mischievous look to them. She grinned when she saw me walking over to her, her canine teeth visible.

"Thank y-," I started to speak, only to be cut off.

"No prob. The name's Lillian Ludwig, most people call me Lilly though." She put her hand out for me to shake and I gladly did. "You must be my teammate in the poison competition. Benjamin Ripley, right?"

I nodded. So this was Lillian. Though she seemed petite and frail, her aura seemed to indicate something else, that is until someone pushed into her and she tried kicking them, only to fall harshly due to to much unbalance. Her cheeks flushed a soft pink color when she saw I was still next to her. She got up quickly and dusted herself off.

"You didn't see anything," she muttered as she made her way to her dorm like the other students.

Soon authorities came and took the thugs to custody.

I uneasily went back to bed, knowing that Joshua wasn't in that jumble of trouble. Who knew, right now he could be pointing a gun at my head. 

Joshua Hallal was one of my many enemies. He had been a CIA agent-in-training to begin with, but then faked his death to become evil. In my second mission, I had eradicated him as being evil while also ruining his plan to kill the president. Furthermore, he kept staying alive even after falling off a cliff,  poking his eye out, getting shot at, falling into the cenote and off the Eiffel Tower. I mean, how much can a human being take before dying?

My mind was was plagued with worries as I stared at the beautiful lights coming from the city. Then a black figure dropped down. I was frozen with fear. The figure then pulled off the mask, revealing a boy.

He had dark brown hair that faded into light brown and blonde hair at the tips along with a black streak that came from the crown of his head to the tip of his front hair. Along with voluminous bangs. In addition, his left eye was covered by his hair. Did I mention his hair was kinda untamed? He had ocean blue eyes and a scar that came down from his right eye. Also, instead of a fully black attire, he had a red jacket with a hoodie that reach down to his knees with a black shirt and brown ripped jeans.

"Domitus." He introduced. I continued to stare at him in fear.

He chuckled light lightly, "I'm your colleague for the poison competition, Domitus Barkley, 4th year." He smiled. "See you in the halls." 

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Hope you like it, maceroni's. Krissy, out.