Heaven: The Story of an Assassin

Chapter 9. Helen of Troy

"Your mother was once the Princess of the Darkworld."

Chapter 9. Helen of Troy

"You killed Harold Perry."

I stare at him wide unable to generate words, unable to come up with a witty remark to nullify his accusations, unable to pull off that poker face I practiced for years...unable to utter a simple 'No.'

There are just some days when we get tongue tied and paralyzed. And to me, this is that time. What am I going to say? What am I going to do? Tell him the truth or just lie to his face. Either way, I would have ended up defending myself.

But what happened is this: I break away from him slowly, step back, look at his cold expression one last time and...I run away.

Leaving the classical music, the chatters from the people around, the dance floor and the gym behind, I run away with no direction. I want to laugh bitterly at myself. Why am I reacting this way? Does this mean, I'm a coward after all? That my two years of being the Angel gets thrown away just because of a single statement? Was it because Harold Perry was just an innocent creature I accidentally killed? Was it because it came from Scott Saunders?

Seriously.

One punch in his gut would have ended his suspicions. But I didn't do it. Instead, I ran away. And it only meant I really killed Harold Perry. Oh my god, I killed someone. And someone found out. What am I going to do once I face Seven again? Will he report it to the police investigators? Why do I feel like I should avoid him from now on? His cold expression - it suddenly becomes my phantom.

I halt from running and lean on the wall of the gym side. I start panting lightly. I feel my feet throb in pain and I quickly dispatched my footwear. Damn. Why am I getting soft all of sudden?

Why do I care that Seven found out? If he decides to report it, I will be glad to end his life before he could do so. Right? Right. I'm the Angel. I shouldn't be afraid of him. He's nothing but a high school student who ended up messing with the Angel.

Right, who am I kidding?

I stay there for a while wanting to regain myself. I shouldn't have come back. I should have told Nixon Black to send me to another school. Look at what happened. I have to avoid Seven now. That'll make me look really suspicious.

When the panting subsides, I slowly push myself off the wall to go back to the dorm and sleep this off. Right, I just need a sleep and tomorrow, my mind would be cleared. It will be easier for me to think of what to do with Seven.

I feel the walls being rough under my palm. Like there are letters inscribed. I didn't know this part of the gym so I take a closer look at it. They were names. I step back and realize that the walls are inscribed with names and there are pictures that separate one cluster from the other. Under it are years and I realized this must be the academy's graduate students.

Oh why do I even care? It's not like I'd be inscribed there as well.

I sigh and start going back and while at it, I start looking at the pictures. Well, better to be occupied than to think about Seven.

Some pictures are black and white so I couldn't make out the faces much. Oh hell, why do I even bother? It's not like I know these people--?

Wait, was that...?

I step back and look closely at one picture. I gasp when I realize who it is. I frown. Is that really...my mom? B-but... What? How could my mom end up in a school like this?!

She never told me she went to high school here. My mom who loved peace and non-violence, how could she end up in Cielo Academy? What? This is unbelievable--- Ugh, I seem to forget Amara, who's just like my mom, is also studying here.