Inheritance

Chapter six: Recall

Alright, let me get this straight.

1. You have powers

2. You're convinced that our teacher has been replaced by an old man, who to everyone else looks exactly like our old teacher.

Bro what are you on. Whatever it is, I want some.

Ian looked at the note and sighed. There was really no convincing Matt about these kind of things. He was a skeptic through and through. Looking around the class, he saw that anyone else that he saw worthy of talking to was immersed into the worksheet that they were supposed to be working on. The worksheet that he had lost ages ago. Most people would have gotten a new worksheet, but he was not most people. He decided to do all the work on a separate piece of paper, just to spite the teacher. But now the teacher was a figment of his imagination.

"Ian, could you come to my desk for a minute."

As the rest of the class snickered at Ian for getting in "trouble" or whatever, Ian headed to the desk. He didn't know what the old man wanted, and he didn't really care. Despite that, he still hurried to the desk. Just one of those feeling that you got.

He stood in front of the desk. Then he stood some more. Every time that he went to go sit down, the old dude would glance up and shoot him a look. It's not that the old guy scared him, it's just that Ian didn't want to run anymore, and seeing that that running seemed to be the old man's favorite form of punishment, it was best not to piss him off right now. Again, might just be him being a little bitch, but if he was, he didn't really want to know.

So he stood there, wondering what the hell he was doing, and what he had done wrong to be in this situation. Standing there thinking about all that had happened in the last day was not going to help anything, but if he didn't he was sure to do something stupid. So he thought.

He thought about the guys he had killed and their families. He thought about their mothers and their fathers, sisters and brothers, friends. All of which, if they knew who he was, would want him either dead or worse. He was pretty sure that they were all in the gang that had so much influence over the town that he lived in.

"That's a good idea", the old man mused in his head.

"Wait what!?", Ian exclaimed, not in his head.

The entire class looked up. Ian cursed himself for being stupid. Not because he was worried about his image, most of his classmates thought he was idiot already. The slight grin on the face of that smug old man, who still didn't look up, gave Ian all the reason not to do something so stupid. "So this is what motivation felt like", Ian thought to himself. He didn't like it.

"So, why do you have me standing here like an idiot?"

"You can't tell anyone about your powers boy"

(still in their minds)

"If you start telling people, then they'll know who you are."

"Yeah, so? Hello, I'm Ian, and I have some superpowers. It'll be fine."

"Yeah, and you're also a murder and wanted by the police, but I only killed those three people because I didn't understand my powers, which give me the physical and magical abilities of swordsmen who have lived in the past, while for the most part maintaining my original appearance. I'm sure they'll be so understanding of you"

The silence that followed showed Ian's true thought.

"But that is a discussion for another time, now about why I called you here. The police are tracking you down."

That wasn't really a surprise. One doesn't just kill three people and expect no hunting down from the police. He was just really disappointed. With all the magic that the old geezer seemingly pulled out of his ass, that they would be clear of everything

(still mental conversation"Yeah, so I kinda missed something when I cleared everything"

"What's wrong with you, old man? I thought you took care of everything?"

"Well, I thought I did, but I missed something"

"You missed something? How did you miss something?

"We'll talk about it later, not go back to your seat. You look an idiot standing there.

Ian finally looked up from where he was standing, (still in front of the desk) and noticed that everyone was snickering and laughing at him. He must've looked like an idiot standing there, head down, in front of the teacher's desk. He didn't care about what people thought of him, but he didn't care that much. Face burning, he headed back to his desk.

And right when he was about to sit down, the bell rang. What was the point then?

"Ian please stay after class. If you spend 15 minutes standing in front of my desk, then it seems that you have nothing better to do with your time."

The class snickered, (of course they did) and that old man smirked, (of course he did) and the room cleared out.

"So, what are we going to do now"

The old man looked up at him for the first time this entire time. They spoke with their actual voices this time, with no one who could overhear them.

"Well, firstly, you need to train. So I'm sending you to an island. Old mentor, survive on your own, blah blah, very cliche. You might even grow a cool beard if you're lucky."

"Wait, what?"

"Don't worry, not now, we need to prepare, give you some basic training. You couldn't even run to the school from your house, let alone survive on that island. You're not ready.

Almost as if on cue, the second those words left his old man lips, two detectives entered the scene, the same from that night. The rounded the corner and headed towards the room.

"Well, maybe you're kinda ready. Off you go."

Wait, wha-"

But before he could finish his sentence, he faded away into nothing.

A/N: Wow, chapter six! To those who have been reading, thank you! Don't forget to vote and comment, because both make me feel warm and fuzzy inside. Since when I last checked, there were 44 views, I'm gonna celebrate by posting another chapter. Yay! Feel free to comment what direction you want the story to head to next, because when there's writer's block, that kinda stuff helps. Thanks again!