Cypress Academy

Chapter One

“Cristella the decision is made; you are to go to Cypress Academy so You can learn a little respect and discipline!” My father shouted at me

“But I don’t want to.” I said in a whiney voice.

“Cristella, you have Shoplifted and have been an outright nuisance since you mother went missing!” he said, his face now a dark red.

“I said I was sorry.” I said in a quiet voice, crossing my arms.

“That doesn’t matter now. You are going to Cypress!” He said angrily. He was about to walk away when he spoke again, “You are leaving in the morning.”

“What?” I shouted, “Ugh,” I walked up to my room and began to pack. While throwing thing into my suitcases I was lowly cursing towards my Father. Then Xavier walked in.

Leaning on the door frame he spoke, “Hey, why so angry?”

I dropped the clothes that were in my hand and looked at him, “Because I have to go to a stupid academy to learn respect and discipline,” I said mocking my father.

“Listen I know that our mother going missing was tough but you can’t take it out on the rest of the world.”

“Oh I’m sure you’re happy, you don’t have to deal with me for four years!”

“That’s not what I said!” He shouted

“Just let me pack!” I said then through a shirt at him.

 I finished packing, so I decided to so a little research on Cypress. I opened my holoscreen, it was tinted purple, and had two metal corners. Pulling on the opposing corners the screen enlarged, and I went on the internet. I reached the Cypress academy home page, and began to read the description.

Cypress academy, constructed in 2991, is a place for those who seek knowledge and physical prowess. Here we train anybody capable of becoming something greater than humanity itself. After the success of Project Black the UNEG (United Nations Earth Government) decided that we should allow that power to the seeking eye. In Four years we teach fighting skills, technique, and everything in between. We can ensure that you will become the ultimate assassin, and that the military will be honoured to have YOU in their ranks.

The next term starts in: 2 Days!

“An assassin school?” I whispered to myself.

I then searched up Project Black. It took me over an hour to find anything of relevance, but I came across a page that seemed legit.

“Project Black was and operation hosted by the British forces during the fourth world war Between the United States Of America and the most of the world. Project Black was a last resort operation to create the ultimate Stealth solder. When first started in 2986 it was a success and 21 soldiers were augmented, they were split into three groups of seven and each team was given a squad leader. The leaders were chosen due to their combat skills during training. After World War IV and The CNSC decided to Open Military Academy’s for any willing person (Solder or Civilian) to become a stealth Solder. The UNEG agreed to the terms and Constructed Academy’s all over Earth for any person, free of cost, to become a Stealth solder now formally known as Assassin’s.”

I closed my screen and stepped back. I couldn’t believe this; my father was sending me away to become an assassin for the military. I suddenly remembered a conversation my father and mother had just before she went missing, they were talking about his past and how his past justified her reasons for doing whatever it was she was going to do. The then went on to enter a closet in the basement.

 I quickly got up and, quietly, ran to the basement. The time was around 11:30, so my father was most likely sleeping; I got to the basement and opened a closet door, which we were never allowed to enter. I stopped dead in my steps. In the room were swords, knives and guns mounted on the walls. There was a place on the wall designated for numerous awards, and in the very center of the room was a mannequin with a black and gold outfit, that had a hood, and cloak. When I recovered from my astonishment I took a step in, only to be stopped, by the creeks of the steps… My father was awake! I quickly shut the door and tried to make my way back upstairs to my room. I got to the kitchen and tripped over my own foot. I landed face first on the floor. The sound had my father running. I looked up to see him, arms crossed.

“Why aren’t you asleep?” he asked.

“I…” I studdered looking for a quick lie. “I was thirsty and needed a drink.”

“Right, get to bed,” he sighed disappointed.

I walked to my room trying to figure out why all that stuff was in that room. He obviously took part in Project black… or my mother did, the uniform proved that, but why send me to become an assassin? I lied in my bed for hours before I fell asleep.