The Suited Man: Part 1

Hey guys so my name is Alex or TheDashingDovahkiin. Now this is my first try at writing so please be kind but any feedback is great and helpful :D  I love writing about this kinda stuff and I would love to write more so enjoy the story and have a nice day. Oh and by the way this is only part one so there will be more :D

Monday, great. Another unproductive weekend has passed and school has become upon me. Wonderful. Maths first and I've got Mr Rodgers, arghh he's a big fat sack of uselessness. He cant, teach, cant be nice the only thing he can do is give out detentions. Despise the guy but then again I guess I have Mr Smithson for History, favourite subject, favourite teacher, Double Wahmy! So surprisingly maths goes past with a breeze, we did games all lesson but still, it was quick. So History is up next and we are learning about the Romans, not my favourite subject by Mr Smithson makes it even better than it would be. The lesson only feels like 15 minutes but all of a sudden the bell goes and the lesson ends. At the end of every lesson we both talk for a few minutes just about well.... stuff. Today we talked about his trip to Copenhagen in Denmark, we could have talked for hours but he had another class and I had ICT. We said we would continue our chat at lunch. You see the thing is, when I got to his classroom he was speaking to a man, but a man dressed in a black suit, a man dressed in a black suit who had black aviators on, in a classroom.

Something about this guy was edgy. I thought nothing about it and just waited at the back of the classroom for them both to finish. About 5 seconds later Mr Smithson noticed me and said that he wouldn't be a minute. Not even a split second after he had finished the man dressed in the black suit turned his head towards so fast it properly broke the speed of light and sound. He said with the deepest and most dullest tone known to man, it actually hurt my ears. He left through the fire escape which was a little weird considering it was at the other side of the classroom and the door was right next to him.... But yet again I thought nothing of it and pushed any thoughts I had of him aside. However not all of them, I had to ask sir who he was. Its not that the answer didn't satisfy me, it was the way he answered it. His face dropped and it took him a few seconds to answer and his facial expressions although hadnt changed since I entered the room it was like, it was like he was trying to make something up. He said that he was an old friend who came to visit him. We continued the conversation on Copenhagen but it was on the edge of being awkward so we cut it short. I spent my last hours at school thinking about the man that mr Smithson was talking to and/or what they were actually talking about. Its not that I dont just him or believe him its just....well in fact its exactly that... I dont.

I normally walk home alone, I don't get a lift and I dont walk with anyone so I started my usual route home and about 10 minutes after I had left school on summerfield road I saw him. Him being the suited man with the aviators. A part of me wanted to just continue walking home to my family but another part of me wanted to follow him and as I found out the second part of me was in more control than the first part of me as I took out my headphones stopped my music and followed the suspicious edgy man.

I followed him for about five minutes until we got to a local park, one I visited quite often to go on a walk, I wasn't a particularly social person so I used to spend alot of my times alone whether they be in a park like this or home alone. Anyway so I was following this guy when he stops and sits on a bench. I sit about 10 meters away from him and just tilt my head down, further enough down so I can see up but not to make it look obvious. All of a sudden I see 3 guys walk up to the man I was following. I didn't recognize two of the men but one was my favourite teacher, Mr Smithson. I tried not to make any suden movements to attract them all so I just stayed still with my head still lowered. The suited man started to talk  the three men that surrounded him. Ever since I was 5 years old I could hear things from a far distance I could hear when people were talking about me from at the back of the classroom or I could I hear things from the room next to me. It was a quiet day so I could actually hear a little bit of the conversation that was going on.They started talking about the good old times and how they had so much fun back in the day but the mood suddenly changed, the suited man said something about a problem arising and that they needed to get the old band back together. I thought about that sentance for a second 'getting the old band back together' what could it mean. I had no more time to think about it after a few seconds as I had realised something. I had lost concentration and I had for some reason undecided to stand up and blow what little cover I had. What made the situation even worse was that the suited man was walking towards me and fast. I quickly spun my head trying to find somewhere to run but I froze, I didnt move, I just stood there. I looked back at the suited man who had made a lot of ground since he saw my me. The 3 men including Mr Smithson who had just met with the suited man just stared at me and didnt move muscle. I looked back at the suited man who stopped infront of me, he said just said 'you' and reached into his jacket pocket inside his suit, all I heard was a metallic clicking and although it took me a second I realised what he reached for.... A GUN!!!

..... To Be Continued in Part Two... Coming soon....