The Academy For Assassins

Chapter 1

Anna's POV

I was let out of my handcuffs. They burned my wrists and gave me cuts. They pushed me into a Rolls Royce and threw my stuff at me. The driver looked in the mirror back at me, laughing to himself. I looked at the floor of the car. I can't get the image of the boy out of my head. He was only fourteen and I took his life over my brother getting a few bruises and cuts. I had tears in my eyes, wanting me to let them free, like I wanted the court to do to me. The judge said I was a fool for making that choice. To go to The Academy for Assassins. I always wanted to go there, to see what luxury's they had. I was a little girl at the time so I didn't know they made people feel guilty for their crimes, making sure they didn't even think of doing it again. I was snapped out of my train of thought when the driver started talking to me.

"Hey toots, why are you going to the Academy?"

"Murder," I muttered under my breath.

"Never would have thought that, considering how pretty and ladylike you look. You don't even look guilty of anything."

"Trust me, it was a sight to see. I murdered a kid my age. He was beating my little brother."

"Protective siblings, one of the biggest reasons that people go there. That's why the judge called you a fool. Never do it. If that kid killed your brother, he would've gone to the Academy and not you. You would just be at home, grieving about your little brother. But now you'll suffer for what you have done." Our conversation stopped after that. I was a fool for doing it. I wanted out of this car so I could maybe stop from going. But if I killed the driver, I would have been forced to go here. We pulled up in front of a beautiful campus, full of students that were laughing, talking, having a good time. Why did he say I would suffer? I got out of the car and grabbed my stuff. I walked over to the massive brick buildings and stared up at the tops of them. I walked into the main building to find a girl running over to me. She ran right past me and knocked me over.

"Stay out of my way, newcomer." Man, she was rude. I got up and picked up my stuff to get up and find myself face to face with a very handsome young boy.

"Sorry, I'm in your way, aren't I?" I asked, blushing and looking down at the marble floor.

"Don't worry, you weren't. I saw that girl knock you over so I thought I would come to help."

"Oh, thank you but I got it."

"Do you need help around campus?"

"Actually yeah, I don't know where I'm supposed to go. I just got here."

"Was the driver a delight?"

"Yeah, he was so nice and darling," I said with major sarcasm.

"He's one of a kind, that's for sure," he chuckled while looking down at me, making my face burn bright red.

"So, where do I get my schedule and room key?"

"I have your room key. I heard you were coming since you're my roommate." My roommate is with this very kind and handsome boy? I scored by coming here! We walked down the long corridors talking about how I got here. When we got to our room, he opened the door for me, where the dorm was covered in weapons. On my side, it was hands on a kids shirt. On his, it was a knife covered in blood. He must have been committed of murder as well. I set my stuff down on my bed and started unpacking. I put my stuff in the cabinet and dresser they gave me. I went into the bathroom that was connected to the dorm and put my hair into a messy braid.

"You'll have to get a new hairstyle if you don't want them to know you committed murder. You're everywhere here and on the news."

"What do you mean?"

"Get a new hairstyle. I mean, cut your hair and dye it."

"But I love my hair," I said shyly and feeling like an idiot.

"I had to cut my hair too. I had long messy hair. I had to cut it to what I have now and I love it."

"Fine, where do I get it cut?"

"There's a salon on the other side of campus. I'll take you there if you'd like."

"Sure, I just need to put on some makeup."

"Don't bother. You'll get detention for it. And detention here is something you don't want to get unless you have a death wish, which quite a few people here actually have." I put my makeup and hair stuff away and went into the other room, where he was laying on my bed, his blazer for his uniform over his shoulder, exposing his thin white shirt, showing me his 6-pack. I must've started staring because when he cleared his throat, I jumped.

"Come on, we need to get your hair cut before anyone recognizes you." He grabbed my hand and led me to a salon in a mall type building on the other side of campus.

"This place is so big," I said, staring in awe at how big the campus is.

"You get used to it," he said, his eyes stone cold.

"I forgot to ask what your name is," I asked, staring at the ground.

"My name is Felix." He stayed silent after that. I got my hair cut like Tris' in Insurgent. After we got done, Felix took me back to our dorm and left me behind to look at my supplies and start studying. I fell asleep in my office chair, drooling on my books when I felt warm air on my neck, followed by Felix's soft lips. I woke up to Felix carrying me to bed, singing me a lullaby.

"Come on sleepy head, you have class first thing in the morning."

"But I don't wanna go to bed," I whined while looking into his crystal blue eyes.

"How about you sleep next to me in my bed. Would that make you feel better?"

"Yes," I said sleepily. He laid me down on his bed and he laid down beside me. He put his arm around my waist. I felt his warm breath on my neck, followed by his soft snores. If only I had this at home before I murdered that poor kid. I feel asleep with Felix pulling me closer to him.