The New Academy: Next Generation

Chapter 1

Rydia's POV
Dylan looked at me and I shrugged and mouthed, "Are you okay?"

She shook her head and gave me a look that said, "Nope. Definitely not ok."

"Nightshades, please come into Amelia's office!" Percy announced over the PA.

Or I think it was Percy.

All eighteen of us entered Amelia's office and I smelled the stench of blood first, and I almost puked.

"Riley, are you okay?" Amelia asked.

"Yep. I am," I replied perkily.

The rest gave me a glare, but what could I say? It helps me cope with this shit.

"Anyway, as I was saying..."

I tuned her out and tapped my foot until Dylan's hand slapped me hard.

"What'd ya do that for?" I whined.

"Shut up," she hissed.

Oh. Okay. Well too can play at that game, ya fucker.

Alexander's POV
I glanced at Dylan, who's legs were bouncing as we waited for our target to come out.

"Why are we killing this guy again?" I asked.

"He's highly dangerous and he sells illegally made narcotics on a black market to terrorists. If we cut off the terrorists, we'll be fine," Dylan replied in a cool demeanour.

Well, she wants to get out alive. I do too.

"Everything is happy-go-lucky for you, huh?" I asked sarcastically.

Keep the sarcasm, Alex. Keep coping.

"So JeJe..." I started.

"Yes?"

"Why don't we just kill him with a fucking sniper that you have in your hand?" I snapped.

She took a deep breath in and she aimed. Then after she exhaled, she fired.

As I was looking the the binoculars, her shot and hit was cleaner than Amelia's computer screen.

Which, by the way, was very clean. Amelia is a clean freak.

"Let's go, JeJe," I replied.

She rolled her eyes and said, "Come with me. Let's get a tattoo."

I reluctantly followed her and when we arrived at the tattoo shop, I handed the guy our IDs.

"What do you want?"

"Ribcage," Dylan said. "Twelve tallies and a number underneath each one."

"Shoulder. Um... ten crows. And on my back... twenty tallies with a number underneath each one."

"Okay then. Anything else?"

"Can I have a butterfly on the back of my neck?" Dylan asked.

"Sure. Twenty eight forty."

We threw each a one hundred dollar bill at him and he showed us to the art room where he started to do our tattoos.

Dylan's POV
Our tattoos came out awesome.

Though the twelve bars on my ribcage reminded me of how many people I killed, the butterfly was amazing.

Of course, my day was slightly ruined when a car pulled up to the shop as we were walking out and Zane said we had to go.

Thank goodness it's time.