S.O.T.A (The Society Of Teenage Assassins)

Chapter Two- I, Ashton Hunter, Join Organization Butthead.

I take a deep breath and move into the industrial office. My uncle sits behind a maroon desk with black leather over the top. The office is crowded with file cabinets, and a small black armchair sits in the corner, collecting dust. There aren't any family pictures or really any decorations besides a painting of a lake behind my uncle's chair, and the whole place reminds me of the principal's office in a swanky private school, all neutral colors and sharp corners.

"Hello, Ashton. It's good to see you. I trust training went well, or Mr. Peat wouldn't have said you were ready." My uncle's cold eyes crinkle slightly. "Feel free to have some hot chocolate. It's in the corner."

"Um... okay." I'm struck by the bizzare fact that a man as cold as my uncle would have hot chocolate in his office. I step over the plush carpet and begin to fill my cup. The liquid steams as it hits the paper cup, and it soon grows uncomfortably hot. I sit in a chair across from my uncle.

"Truth is, Ashton, we need people like you. Join BUTHIED." My uncle looks at me calculatingly. His blue eyes are impossible to read.

I snort into my hot chocolate. "Wait-seriously? Your organization is called 'Butthead'?" 

Color floods into his cheeks. "Well, I understand the acronym's not ideal, but Ashton. It's a family business. Join us."

My fingers burn against the hot cup, I do my best not to flinch. After a moment, I quickly set my cup down on his desk. "I don't... Well..." I lift my hand to my face. "Uncle, what if I don't want to?"

A grin spreads on his face, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "But alas. You cannot quit now. You have already entered. You can't back down." he says, lifting his pinky finger to his mouth. "It's either join, or be found by the others. And they won't be so... Kind."

I swallow. "I'll join. I was merely testing how much you really wanted me. Obviously a lot." I say, and force a laugh. My head pounds a bit, and my throat burns from the scalding hot chocolate.

Uncle's eyes flash with anger, before sinking just as quickly back into thier calculating stare. "Very well, Ashton. Fill these out so you can officially become a member." He says, reaching into a file cabinet. He hands me the papers, and I scan them quickly.

"A pen, uncle?" I remind him, my hand tightening around the papers. He rummages around, looking and looking, not knowing I emptied his store of pens when he turned away, replacing them with my own. He takes one and hands it over, shaking with anger .

"Did you do this?" He asks, eyes slitting until he bears resemblance to a frog.

I smirk. "Now why would I do that? Of course not." I lie easily and calmly as I sign the papers with the pink Hello Kitty brand pen. I sign my name with a flourish, and hand the papers and the pen back to my uncle. "See you around." I say, walking out the door. 

"Enjoy your day!" The receptionist says brightly. She's awfully cheerful considering she works at an association for assassins. I step out the door, unaware of the conversation going on back in my uncle's office...

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"Yes, he joined. But he is extremely ignorant and very cheeky. We must be careful." Uncle whispers into the phone. "Yes. Very well. We must wait and see, he is no doubt trained very well. Yes, by Mr. Peat. Goodbye." He hangs up the phone, and sits back in his chair, pinky at his pursed lips.

A/N: again, sorry for the short chapter:) xxStarsxx