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Part XI

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(Present)

Earlier events from today got me feeling nervous as I walk through the hallways going to the rest of my classes. I constantly check my surroundings for Hughes' minions. It seems to be quiet, too quiet. Almost like the calm before the storm. Corbyn and Jack are still missing. To take extra precautions, our plan starts tonight.

"Attention all students. We have a last minute assembly in the main auditorium. In a few moments we will dismiss you from class by level. Upperclassmen can make there way down at this time, followed by second years, and then first years. Please wait to be called down to avoid crowding in the hallways. Classes will be cancel for the rest of the day." The intercom goes silent with a soft static click.

I continue to walk to my next class, taking a seat.

"As Headmaster Hughes said, we will be having an assembly. No classes for the remainder of the day. You may talk quietly until the announcement dismisses your year level." Professor Collins explains.

I sit quietly opening my notebook and doodle for a bit.

"Attention. At this time, first years can make their way to the auditorium."

The class starts piling out through the classroom doors. I walk behind everyone in the halls

Why is there an assembly at the last minute? What if this is all part of their plan? 'Get the them under control'. This must be there first move.

As I take a step into the big auditorium, memories from the past arise. Memories of how all of us were taken from our homes. Memories of mom. I wonder how she is doing or if she has even noticed I have been gone? It has been almost two months since I was taken. She was passed out on the couch. What if she never woke up. These thoughts took over as I walk down an aisle of seats. I remembered the seats all of my friends and I sat in on the first night. I sit there thinking that maybe the others will remember as well.

My thoughts become proven right when three familiar boys sit to my right. Moments later, the girls taking the seats to my left. All of the group is here. Well except Jack and Corbyn.

Jonah seems to notice how my expression turns sad.

"We are going to get them back. Don't worry Teddy." He assures.

"Tonight we fight." Dakota says from the other side of me.

I hold onto both of there hands for comfort. "Thanks guys." I smile.

The loud sound of feedback from the microphone feedback screeches through the room. Everyone winces.

"My apologies." Hughes' voice echoes through the room. She clears he throat. "Hello students. First years, welcome to your first assembly. I have called us all here for a last minute assembly for a few reasons. You have all been here for almost two months now and I am sure you still have many, many questions that you would like answered. Throughout your history classes you have learned of the Gifted throughout time and their contributions to our present lifestyles and teachings. Some doing good, like the well-known Thomas Edison, who channeled his abilities into his inventions, the light bulb for example. And bad, like Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated JFK using his Heightened accuracy.

Why I tell you this, is because there are still the good people and still the bad. A group of rebels known as the Kingsman, reek havoc across the world. Our fight against them started with a drop of poison in a glass of champagne that my great- grandfather drank. On the celebration day of our school's second anniversary, he was murdered. The aim of this school was and still is to fight against these Kingsman's wrongdoings.