Elite Academy

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Libraratize (I came up with that word, im so smart!!)

Chapter 1

Come on Tash, all that time doing circuits at training was to help you build speed for missions not to run to your classes when you overslept. I scolded myself.

"Damn." I ran out of ammo so soon. Why does this have to happen now? Especially when I'm trying to get a group of men off my back, who were twice the size of me, carrying weapons that were half the size of me. But being an agent from the Elite Academy (and one of the best), I can take these bastards in no time without a scratch. Where do they get these weapons? They look really awesome maybe they perform as well as the look. I wondered.

I reached for my throwing knives in my belt. Oh no! I only have five left and there were seven of them. Hopefully luck was on my side or I was screwed because I didn’t have any other weapons on me. I heard the knives soar through the air and lodged themselves into the targets’ bodies. With the satisfying yelp I knew that the knives had lodged themselves well into the targets’ body and soon their lives will be over if they are not treated fast.

I heard metal poisoning wasn’t a pleasurable experience.

Turning around, I noticed there were only two left which meant that none of the knives missed. Noticing that there’s another corner coming up, I picked up my pace and turned. Luckily I stumbled over a gun. Thank god lucks still with me. I thought. I hauled the gun over my shoulder and held it there as it was quite heavy- scratch that, it was really heavy. Heavy footfalls could be heard right behind me. I turned around, intending to shoot the person behind me but that person was a little bit to close me so he got whacked by the humongous gun on my shoulder. Huh! I never thought that would happen but he kind of deserved it for breaking my personal bubble.

I took five down by my knives and one down with a gun so there was only one person left l think. Swiftly I turned around and pulled the trigger of my gun aiming at their chest area. The man tries to defend himself but it was too late, the bullet had lodged itself close to his heart.  As he stumbled over nothing and fell, blood was pooling out of his wound like a waterfall. I stalked up to him and crouched down.

“Where is he?” I questioned him. He made some kind of gurgling noise and blood started to pour out of his mouth. “Where is he?” this time it was more of a demand than a question.

“He is right here.”I slowly turned around and saw him standing there in all his glory. The cold metal of his gun kissed my forehead as he pointed the gun at my direction.

“Any last words, Stark?” the man laughed. I kept silent, not wanting to show any submission to this monster. Instead I mustered up my bravest expressions and looked at him showing him that I’m not scared. He pulled the trigger as I closed my eyes.

Rather than feeling an immense pain in my skull I felt prickly all over my body. I open my eyes expecting to see the man again; instead I was met with a blinding light.

Soon my surrounding had changed from an abandoned building with broken glass and frames everywhere to a simple dorm room in Elite Academy. I’ve been getting that same nightmare ever since that night. Obviously that was no nightmare; it was actually a memory from a couple of months ago. The man that was about to kill me didn’t get to pull the trigger on time because I whacked him with my gun and he fell unconscious on to the ground. Right now he was in court being questioned of his motives. Who’s laughing now?