Karma

Raymond Lyder

Steward's POV:
"I still don't get who'd be stupid enough to name the school that." I whispered to Agent 6.

"No one's as stupid as you." He whispered back.

I glared at him.

We were sitting in red velvet, plushy seats.
It was my first time, but I'm afraid that some of my blood is starting to drip on it.

There were about fifty of them and the agents stood behind us, with no emotions at all....except for the lady who keeps staring me up and down in horror.

Yes, I'm still nasty looking with my ripped flesh and stuff.

A male agent walked up to the stage and tapped the microphone to test it out.

He cleared his voice and began to speak.

"Ahem........AYO YOU NOOBS OUT THERE YOU ALL SUCK, YOU ALL STINK, AND IF YOU DON'T DO WELL YOU GON DIE IN HEL—"

I drew back in alarm.
Jesus Christ.

A female in a pencil skirt pushed him out of the way and gave him a glare.
He narrowed his eyes as she spoke.

"Ladies and gentlemen. My name is Dr. Cory, and I am the proud principal of The Fine Academy of Warriors."

"*cough* stupid name *cough*"
I muttered.

Everybody gave me a death glare.
"I didn't say anything. I'm wounded so it makes sense to cough right........?"

They shook their heads as Dr. Cory continued.

"As you may noticed, you have been sent to this academy privately, for no one—and I mean no one knows you're here."

"Kidnapped." Agent 5 coughed.

"As I was saying, the purpose of this act is so that you could learn to develop your skills."

Oh I have skills alright.
I was on the verge of dying and didn't.
That's some skill.

"Now you may wonder what skill.
What skill are you talking about Dr. Cory? What skill is so important that you're sent here privately? Well I'll tell you—"

"Yeahhh face it woman. We're really uninterested here and didn't even ask you any of those." A boy blurted out and rolled his eyes.

Some of the other people muttered "yeah" and "he's right".
Well actually I was interested just a bit...

Dr. Cory sighed and ignored them. "Before I say anything else then....you're all allowed to choose something you'd like to happen. A wish that you would like to come true. By the way, we can't make a loved one come back alive because like....no. We aren't God. If you would not like a wish, you're allowed to change your name. "
she paused for a moment and looked at me.
"If you'd like."

Did she seriously just throw shade at me?
This motherfuc—

Someone raised their hand. "So can I wish for a casket of beer?"

Everyone giggled.
But really, can he?

I looked straight at the Principal as she pursed her lips and hesitantly nodded.