The Assassin

Chapter Three: The BASTARDS

I’ve just arrived from my hours of exhausting flight.

When I was still in the mansion, Dylan gave me a few precautions and things that I needed for my stay here in the Philippines.

It’s now 1 in the afternoon and I am too tired to take another tiring step, so I decided to take a rest in one of the seats inside the airport.

After I had gained some energy, I'd decided to ride a taxi cab to get to the place that Dylan had bought for me to stay in. And since he’s a mafia boss, who had connections to every other Mafias in other countries, he managed to do that instantly and effortlessly.

I arrived at the address he sent me, and damn, I'm  surprised to what I’m facing right now. Superior got me a penthouse, and I even got two cars at the parking lot.

He called me earlier in my phone to tell me that if I'm not satisfied with the place, he could change it. But man, this is already too much for me. Also, he told me that if I need something more to use during the mission, I'll just call him back.

I entered the huge penthouse and threw my bags behind the door. The interior of the large and cozy living room was  pretty cool. It's got variously captivating furniture's and figurines and there's this crystal center table with fresh flowers to give it a more clean look. At the very corner of the room, is a crafty and a prominently curved bed, which more likely shows a feminine look, is displayed. Very clever arrangement. Very catchy.

I grabbed my bag and entered my bedroom. It's just like this typical bedroom, that rich people have. It's got a king size bed in royal blue velvet bed sheet, the white drapery that perfectly kisses the floor, a Victorian chandelier, a large mirror at the left side of the bed, and its very own bathroom.

After checking my bedroom, my own bedroom, I checked the security,very sophisticated, no need to worry. I headed back to the bedroom and lounged at my bed. I don’t have to worry about my needs anymore since Dylan had everything settled, even my enrollment for the school I’m going in to.

I opened my bag and I pulled out the envelope that Dylan had handed me when I was still in the Mansion. It contained my I.D, Visa, money, and the information about my mission. I pulled the papers that says “Ceana’s Mission”. I laughed at that and I started reading it and I’m satisfied with it. I’m not the one who complains on what is being ordered by my Superior.

“This is gonna be a good start.” I told myself when I put my glasses on. My mission is to go to a prestigious college in my nerd disguise. No one will ever suspect a nerd as an assassin right? Superior said that my targets are those that are mainly imperiling the transactions and most of them are somewhat connected to the school I’m going in to, and I’m here to figure out who are my other targets, and assassinate them and their people.

I am now riding my car. I ran my fingers in the steering wheel, then I drove off. It’s a not so good-looking car since I am in disguise and I don’t want to get people’s attention by riding my Bugatti Veyron, so I chose this Mitsubishi Montero Sport when going around in a disguise. I already had my bag packed with my school things since I am a student now,  and I have to be honest. The last time that I had been to school is when I’m 14, that’s in high school. I had to stop going to school back then not because of financial problems of course. I came from a well off family, just so you know. There are just some things that are meant to be given up in exchange of something more –

“Hey Freak! Anong tinutunganga mo dyan? Are you a newbie? You look more like a—— NEW BEE.” The stupid looking girl with a thick make-up shouted at me awakening me from my thoughts. “Hahaha tara na Haidee! Masagasaan ko pa yan eh. Hahaha Nerd!” the other Girl said. They are obviously cheerleaders. Sluts. But wait, NERD? Who are they calling a N—“Oh Fuck!” I cussed as I looked at the mirror. I almost forgot that I’m on my disguise. But anyways I don’t care about those stupid cheerleaders who think their hot and beautiful, they just have to look at me, they’ll see more than what they’re seeing in their mirror.

I’d finally arrived at the School. I parked my car at the parking lot behind the school and walked at the main building to go to the principal and have my schedule. As I walk, I saw students wandering around, making their own thing and the good thing about this school is that, you don’t have to wear uniform at all.

I was walking down the foot walk of the school when I suddenly felt my sense tingling, signaling something is coming my way. I looked to my right and saw a baseball ball coming. I easily dodged the ball. I’m an assassin remember? I won’t be one if I got nothing awesome right? I didn’t mind giving a glimpse to whoever threw the ball at me. I don’t even care at all.

I gave my foot a step but did not make it because somebody grabbed my arm and tried to move me. I turned to him and said, “If you were just trying to make fun of me, I’m telling you to stop it now”. It doesn’t mean that if I am in my disguise as a nerd, I should just let these bastards make fun of me. I’m in a disguise for my target, not for these students. I took his hand from my arm and said, “Bastard.” I walked away from the group of “Bastards”, they’re just a bunch of kids who think they’re cool. I am getting further from them when I heard the guy laugh and said, “Are you kidding me? Do you even know who we are?” I didn’t bother stopping and just spoke, “Whoever you are, I don’t care.” I heard some “boos” and “oow” from other students around and that just created a smirk on my face.

I am now in the elevator trying to master the ways to my classes through the map I found in the Principal’s office so I will have no worries looking for my classes later.

I never hated school. I actually like it, just so you know. I’m one of those students who are actively participating in anything back then. I can say that I’m a good student.

Right now, I am at the front of my First class. You might think that I’m too old for a student in a first year in College but Dylan made my age in my information two years younger, that makes me 18 then.

I entered the class with everyone’s eyes on me. The silence made it more awkward than earlier. A woman which I assumed was in her 40s looked at me with scrutiny in her eyes. She looks a little flint and scary and her white-grey hairs are prominent in her head. I gave the teacher something that the principal told me to hand over to my first period teacher.

“Okay class this is your new classmate," she looked at me then continued, "I reckon you’ll have to introduce yourself to the class.”

I made a few steps forward and introduced myself. “He-hello, I’m Kendall Rush.” I said in a pretending-to-be-nervous tone. I am so proud of myself for being so good in disguises.

“Okay. Feel free and find your seat.” The teacher told me and she started her lesson.

I saw a vacant seat at the back row and I hurriedly sat on it. After a minute or two, I flinched when I felt a touch of something cold in my ear. I turned my head and was surprised to see who it was.

“Oh, hey Bastards”