Assassin

Chapter 4: Family Ties

I followed the teacher out into the hallway. Everything was a complete blur at this point. I'm an Assassin? How could that even be possible? Sure, I might be the more quiet and reserved type, but how could I possibly even fit the description of Assassins I've seen in the books we studied. There were barely any pictures because of the them were either lost, burned, hidden, or stored away so nobody could find them. There was no way I could be one. There just can't be. I look at the group I'm standing with, who were also named Assassins. One girl, who I knew lived in my dormitory, was pacing back and forth with a horrified look in her eyes. The boy I thought would get Assassin was sitting on the floor, calm and collected. Ronan was fiddling with his fingers and staring at his feet. Another guy, who I don't remember seeing very often, had his back to the group and was facing the wall. I wasn't sure if he was hiding his face because he was crying or scared or just needed to concentrate on something other than this. I just knew it creeped me out a little seeing him like that. A teacher steps out into the hallway and looks at the group. We look back at them. I had no idea who the teacher was. I had seen him before around the school maybe a couple times. He had dark shades on to conceal his eyes and wore all black. The principal steps outside. "Students, follow me." 

Everyone quickly got up and followed him. The teacher, I presume, was behind us, watching us. It was strange, to say the least. I kept in step with Ronan. I glance his way; he glances back at me. Not a word is exchanged between us, but suddenly I felt so much more comfortable knowing I had someone in my group that I was familiar with. We step inside the main office and go towards the back to the principals office. He shuts the door, locks it, and closes the blinds. He goes to his computer, types something, and suddenly part of the wall beside the chairs in front of his desks lifts up. Inside is a concealed room. He leads us into the room and, with a push of the button, shuts the door. He then turns towards us. "Stand in a straight line," he says. We do as we're told. I stand close to Ronan. "I think you can all assume why this room is here." We all say, or do, nothing. "It's to protect you. As you are already aware of, you've been assigned the Assassin class. With this, there are already people out there ready and willing to kill you if they get the chance. The ones targeted the most besides veteran Assassins are the children first assigned the class." I couldn't help but think he was being a bit paranoid. We hadn't had an enemy threat in years. Why would we have one now, I thought to myself. "This is Mr. Denver. You've probably seen him around here before. He monitored the testing while you all took it and, even before I find out, is the one who informs me which student has been assigned Assassin. As soon as you leave this room, you are to return to your dorms, pack your things, and leave with him. Your files will be moved to a different section of documents, put immediately under restriction, and won't be assessed again. Mr. Denver will explain the rest on your way there."

With that, and not even a goodbye, he turns to leave. We're left alone in the room with Mr. Denver. He looks at us individually, walking around the group to get a thorough look. He stops in front of me, who's standing on the end. "You must be miss Ava Weasley." He looks at me for a moment before speaking again. "You look just like your mother."

I felt my chest tighen behind my rib cage. This man knew my mother. How? I don't even get the luxury of knowing who my parents were or what they even look like and this man knows. He looks at Ronan next. "That hair and those eyes give your family name away. You're a Waverly, aren't you?"

I could Ronan clench his fist. His eyes immediately look down towards the ground. He was... angry. Extremely angry actually. Mr. Denver moves down the line and stares at the boy next to Ronan. "I'm going to guess you're a Gregory. Patrick Gregory right? Yes, your older brother would certainly be surprised if he could see you right now." He goes and stands in front of the girl next to him. "I didn't expect to find a Preston within my midst. After that blunder your father had, I thought they'd be banned from this class. I guess they're willing to give the second generation a try after all." I noticed tears well up in her eyes. I had no idea why. There had been rumors about her father's death, but no one could confirm what happened. He stops at the last person and eyes him. "We also have a Hamilton. No surprise. Quite notorious for their lack of character, emotion, and sanity while under cover." He turned and stood in front of the group again. "A bunch of misfit, second generation Assassins." I felt fire behind my throat. He was insulting us. "I half expected someone to be a first generation. Then again, the likelihood of that actually happening is rather narrow. I assume you all know who I am. I'm Mr. Denver. I shall be addressed as such. I work closely with the young ones assigned Assassin. I'll be your instructor, your mentor, and your biggest rival because the only way you ever hope to recieve any serious missions is through me your first five years. I don't care if you are male or female; you'll recieve equal treatment and equal punishment from me. If you cause any sort of trouble or are deemed unfit to be an Assassin, I'll be the one to remove you permanently. The rumors are true; the ones who make the Assassin class and are deemed unfit are killed." I knew the fire dimmed from my throat, along with the color in my face. "You have 24 hours to pack your things and leave. You'll recieve your certificates as soon as you leave this room. You are not to speak of this meeting to any friends. I had chips placed on all of you when you walked out of the gym. And it's not necessary to look for them; you won't find them. You are to only report that you came to the office, were explained what will happen, and leave tomorrow morning at 6:00 precisely." Once he finished, he removed his shades and revealed a huge scar across his right eye. "Welcome to the Assassin class."

I waited for the others to return to the dorm. I was the first back. The others were contained within the gym while we had our meeting. Riley was the first to show up. She looked at me and didn't say a word. Cleo was next. She, too, didn't say anything to me. Taylor arrived afterwards. They all looked at me. Before I could even speak up, they wrapped their arms around me and hugged me. I felt myself begin to cry. Without saying a word, they comforted me. They knew already what I was thinking without even me saying it; this was the reason I didn't know who my parents were. This very reason; my parent's were both Assassins. I could hardly grasp the thought inside my head.