Rainbow Eyes

Prologue:

"The children deserve to know what they are going against, they have a right!" Mrs. Evens said as she glared at the huge couch like chair in front of her. She was standing in a large room surrounded by towering bookcases and circular tables that were way too neat. As she took a second glance at the book cases, she had a peculiar feeling that they had gotten taller, threatening to fall down. To add to the overpowering feeling, there was a large desk in front of her with a huge golden plaque that read, Principle of Lancaster Academy.

The chair swiveled around revealing a tall man, with slicked back blonde hair, in his forties. The man, Mr. Morris, stood up from his chair, and neatly folded his hands together keeping his voice calm, "Mrs. Evens, I would like to point out that I am in a position of higher authority, meaning I could fire you depending on how you act, so please, take a seat and let us talk this over." Mrs. Evens immediately sat down, though she did not seem happy about it, and she lowered her voice.

"The children deserve to know what they are going against." Mrs. Evens said again, though in a much nicer tone of voice. " Mr. Morris sighed , "Oh dear, it seems we have a misunderstanding. First let me correct you on multiple things. First they are not children, most of them are almost eighteen. Second they come to this school of there own accord, so it is their fault and not mine if they get hurt. And lastly they are our only hope to fight against these people, and their parents have been informed about the threat so no need to worry."

On this last reason Mrs. Evens raised her eyebrow's, giving her an overly shocked expression.
"Oh really!" Mrs. Evens said as she took out a neatly placed piece of paper from her bag. Mrs. Evens cleared her throat and began to read off of the paper, "Dear parents of the ever so talented students, this letter has been sent out to all the parents of our dear students, to thank your contribution to society. Our school is very privileged that our students can fight for the safety of this country. Even though what they do may seem small, they protect us in the long run and that we have to be grateful for. With all the talent in the school some students are sent on different missions (ones that can not be disclosed for safety reasons), though the students may be in harm we try our best to keep them safe. Veteran spies also accompany them so don't worry they will be just fine. To end on a happy note thank you again for the service you have provided us and hope your students enjoy our school. Sincerely Grateful, Lancaster Academy."

"Though the students may be in harm we try our best to keep them safe," Mrs. Evens said repeating and shouting the line again. "Isn't this sugar coating it by a lot. Half the students sent on the last mission have gone missing or have been returned dead. Also some of the veterans that were sent along have gone missing too."

Mr. Morris shook his head, "It's the parents fault for not understanding the letter correctly and sending them to this school. Though most of the kids are prepared for it since they have lived in harsh conditions since the start of their lives. Most of them are orphans that we have taken in anyways."

A sudden knock on the door startled them from their arguing. "Were you expecting someone," Mrs. Evens said as she stood up to go get the door.
Mr. Morris shook his head, "No, the only company scheduled for today was the meeting that you had requested. Though I think you really should open the door," he said as another knocking sound resounded more impatiently than before.

As the door opened, a lady in a fancy silk dress and 6 inch high heels walked in elegantly. Every step flowed with grace yet there was a feeling of iciness that went along with her fake smile and shimmering face. A feeling as if the warmness had been sucked out of the room, leaving only the cold bits of despair to linger. Mrs. Evens who had been frozen in a trance by the lady who had walked in, suddenly snapped out of it and quickly walked back to her seat. The lady sat down in the chair next to her and Mr. Morris, who suddenly sat up straight, began to speak.

"Mrs. Viole, its an honor that you came, unannounced if I may add. May I help you with anything."

"Mr. Morris, I have a very concerning topic to talk to you about. It's dealing with the missions and the children that are being sent." At this Mrs. Evens leaned towards Mrs. Viole, unnecessarily, since they were only a few feet apart from each other. Mrs. Viole looked at Mrs. Evens with distaste assessing her messed up curly hair and wrinkled blouse. "I would like to speak to you alone, if you don't mind."

Mrs. Evens not getting the implication for her to leave, sat there innocently until Mr. Morris beckoned her out.
"That guy, always so rude." She grumbled as she shook her head and reluctantly left.

"You may continue on with the problem that you came hear to discuss with me." Mr. Morris nodded.

Mrs. Viole cleared her throat. "Well since that lady is gone, I will proceed. I have come personally with a new mission assignment. I want you to send the best ten students out for the mission, specifically varying in their range of skills. We have found one of the bases of the DarkEye and we plan to send the kids to investigate and try to shut it down. The task will be hard but the reward will be great. Also don't forget, the higher ups told me to relay this task to you, so it cannot be turned down."

Mr.Morris sat pondering over this and looked directly into Mrs. Viole's eyes. "Yes I understand. I will proceed in choosing the best."

Mrs. Viole nodded, " The mission begins in a month. We need time to gather supplies and put together a way to infiltrate the base. You will be informed if there are any changes to the schedule." She stood up and walked towards the door, opening it with great force. She looked one last time at Mr. Morris, "I expect no less than excellent results from the students." The door slammed shut and the air filled with life again.

A sigh escaped from Mr. Morris's mouth and his ridged posture, which he had obtained while sitting with Mrs. Viole, slouched as he sank into the chair. "I better start preparing." Mr. Morris muttered under his breathe as he stood up and walked out of the office.