The Becoming of an Assassin

Chapter 1:

Aidan removed his graduation cap as he stepped away from the stage. The ceremony was officially over, and it was already getting late. He was exhausted, working the late-night shift, and having to get up so early this morning for the practice run-through for graduation took its toll. All he wanted to do now was lie in his bed and sleep. He didn't even want to think about eating, probably picking up a sandwich on his way home.

He dodged the moving bodies as people stood in his way chatting with their friends and loved ones, something he didn't have to worry about. The only family that cared for him was his grandfather, and he had passed away. His parents didn't really care, considering they gave up all rights to his grandfather because they couldn't deal with Aidan's attitude. Which isn't something he had then, he just corrected them when they said something incorrect. So, now he lived alone, emancipated, and caring for himself with the home that his grandfather left to him and the life savings his grandfather had. On top of the checks, he was getting at the café he worked at.

Someone bumped into him, causing him to almost trip, but he managed to catch himself trying to get out of the hall. Before he reached the doors, there was a screech, calling for him.

"Aidan!"

He flinched before turning around to see Jessica running towards him the best she could. She wore her graduation gown unzipped showing her all-white, way-too-short dress, and pink heels. Her lips were extremely glossed over, and her hair was curled falling over her shoulder. She was the most popular girl in school, and probably one of the more "gorgeous" girls, according to the guys. Honestly, Aidan found girls who were a bit more natural, kind of plain looking to be the prettier ones. If he was straight, his ideal girl would be the same as him: hoodie, sweatpants, and staying inside unless they went on dates.

Alas, he didn't have to worry about that because he wasn't straight, and he didn't date nor wanted to.

"Hey, Jess, what's up?"

"Are you going to the graduation party at Justin's house?"

"No, I just wanna go home and go to bed. I worked late and got up early."

"Oh, come on, this is our last night to spend together before we go our separate ways. If it wasn't for you, we wouldn't have graduated or would have cut it really close. We owe you one, even if it means forcing you to let loose a bit."

"No need, I just did what the teacher told me to do."

"You know... Orlando will be there too."

"Okay? What does that have to do with me?" Aidan asked and Jessica raised an eyebrow at him.

"Aren't you two like best friends?"

"No... he was just a classmate that I helped tutor one on one."

"Really? He clung to you for the last two years."

"Well... I don't know why, I guess because we both were or are awkward little shits?"

"Maybe he likes you, you should give it a shot."

"I am not interested in dating, now I really have to go. So, I may or may not come tonight. Bye."

Aidan left before she could object, rubbing his temples. He made it to the doors, before opening them. Suddenly, there were a lot of camera flashes and college scouts. It seemed they were all waiting for him, which he prayed they weren't.

He covered his eyes as several college scouts took notice of him, rushing towards him. He tried to get away, but he was soon surrounded by the college scouts.

"Aidan, have you decided what college you are going to yet?"

"What major are you thinking about?"

"Any plans for the future?"

"No, teaching, yes," he answered, trying to dodge them.

There were some reporters trying to get his attention as well, in hopes of getting news on him.

"Aidan, is it true that your grandfather was also a genius?"

"What's your IQ? Is it the same as your grandfather's?"

He ignored those questions; he hated being asked about how smart he was. It was no secret he was a genius.

"It's said that you could have graduated when you were 12, is that true? If so, why didn't you?"

"No comment," Aidan said.

Suddenly, he was pulled out of the mob of reporters and college scouts. He was thankful for his savior, but when he looked up noticed it was another college scout.

"A bunch of animals, they are. Are you okay?" The man had a English accent, and it was thick.

"Uh... yeah depends on what you are about to ask me."

"I will make this short, since they will notice you. My name is Terry Gallant, and I am a scout for Yale University. Here is my card if you are interested."

"Thank you," Aidan said, taking the card.

"Now, you have about two minutes before they catch sight of you again, might wanna run."

"Good point, thanks again."

Aidan rushed out of the building before he could be stopped anymore. Once he was outside, he took a deep breath of fresh air and smiled to himself. He sighed softly and unzipped his graduation gown, before adding his diploma and cap to his book bag. Once everything was secured and he made sure he had everything, he started his way home.

He glanced at the sky, enjoying the feeling of the wind blowing into his brown hair. He noticed the sun was starting to set, and walking the Chicago streets at night was never ideal. So, he picked up his pace, in hopes of making it home before it got dark.

After about fifteen minutes of walking, Aidan turned down his street only to witness a fight going on. It was two versus one, and the one had a gun. Two of the guys were slightly older than him and he could tell, one had long blonde hair, kind of feminine looking, while the other had a scar on his face, short brown hair, more masculine.

The two males and Aidan made brief eye contact, and he knew that he had fucked up. He started to back away, but the guy who had the gun caught a glimpse of him and grabbed his arm.

Shit...

Aidan thought to himself, as a gun was held to his head, he didn't struggle knowing that the gun was probably loaded.

"If either of you moves, I will blow his brains out."