THE KILLER

CHAPTER 2

Los Angeles.....

I walked into the college with a half burned cigarette between my lips. Carl was walking along me. We stopped right after the main gate looking for the way to our Hostel Room.

Some senior students came and stood in our way. I didn't notice them much but they were continuously trying to tease Carl up.

'Hot models?' The sturdy Irish guy, probably the head of gang said.

Rightly so. We had dressed like that. Carl was wearing grey suit with black sun glasses. I was in black suit with my usual black hat on my head.

'No, just hot.' Carl said in his style.

I was just standing there, smiling and watching him playing with them.

'This immature kid got a big mouth.' A black guy tried to force his way to Carl but I came in between and pushed him back.

'Maturity is something related to sperms, not to age.'I said.

Many students were already gathered around us. They were expecting some kind of fun but I wasn't in mood to break anyone's nose at my first day.

'Let me teach you the only rule of this place.' The same sturdy Irish guy said.

'When did we start following rules?' Carl looked at me.

I remained silent.

'You obey us and you survive here.' He smirked.

'It's a good rule' I said.

'It's a good rule to break.' I smiled.

This made everyone laugh in the surrounding.

'Alright!' I changed my tune and threw my burning cigarette away.

'Leave my way or I'll make a new one fenced with your over nourished bones.' I said fiercely.

The fire in my voice made them to retreat.

'You'll regret someday.' The head of gang said while walking away.

'I'll die tomorrow.' I carelessly put another cigarette between my lips.

I dropped my bag on my Hostel bed.

'We were supposed to be good boys.' Carl tried to act innocent.

'Now we are not.' I said.

'Get ready. We are already late for the class.' I turned to him.

'Alright brother.' He smiled naughtily and fell on bed.

'Bastard!' I fell on him.

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The class had to begin at 10. It was 10:35. We were late. When we reached, the professor was writing something on the white board.

'May I come in, sir' I asked at the door.

He did not respond.

We silently entered the class. We took two spare seats. I had just sit when the professor turned back and looked at us.

'Stand up, you two.'

We stood up.

'Well played, old man.' Carl whispered.