Seven Phantom Ghosts: Book 1

Chapter Two

TOKYO, JAPAN - December 3rd - 1035

    Wade stood patiently, waiting for the best, but prepared for the worst. His hands were wet and clammy, something that happens when it comes to these situations. He could take on the most skilled of fighters, and can easily kill political and military figures, but this...this was something he could never handle on his own, and it was something he dreaded every time it came up. As he waited for his "Judgment day", he reviewed over the plan in his head.....

    "No...No, no, hell no, I'm not going to do it."

    "You don't have a choice in the matter, Wade." Spoke Temp as she was restraining herself from laughing, "Like it or not, you're the only one who will be able to get away with it, so you don't have a choice. We need someone to stick close to her at all times, and you are the only one capable of doing it."

    Wade's head sunk in defeat when he realized that as much as he hated the idea, and wanted nothing to with it for once, he knew that she was right, and he hated it when she was right.

    Wade mumbled to himself while he still stood where he was, and waited, "Fucking bitch." The door finally opened and he was blinded by a sudden burst of light that was brighter than all the other lights within the building as he stepped into the room and the door closed behind him. He turned and stood there in front of faces he didn't know, being stared down by eyes that did not know him.

    "Class, I would like to introduce to you our new transfer student, Wade Simmons." The teacher faced him and asked, "Would you like to share a little bit about yourself before we get you settled?"

    The class stared at him, trying to figure him out before casting their first judgment on him: Standing at six foot two, he was a little bit taller than most of the students, but not all of them, and was rather built, no the body builder "built", but even for where he could hold some weight without the worry of being slowed down. He had naturally spiked black hair with red and white streaks in it and blue green hazel eyes. He didn't show much school pride with the way he wore the uniform. He wore their white and green colored uniform while wearing a beanie along with the green tie loose and the shirt unbuttoned completely with a black under shirt, the pants were slightly sagging, and was wrinkled all over the place. He also wore a pair of sleek white and black wireless headphone around his neck, and has scar all over his arms, along with the three that were on his face and neck.

    Wade sighed as he stood before a new classroom, filled with new faces. Once. Again, "I'm going to make this quick, because this is the fifteenth school that I've been transferred to: Wade Simmons, and I am nineteen. Like I said this is school number fifteen, the last one I was in was Russia. My parents travel the world which is why I've been to school's all over the place. I'm lazy and tend to be forgetful so don't be surprised if I don't know many, if any, of your names by the time I leave here which is honestly up in the air, depending how well business goes out here for my parents. I enjoy listening to most music, you'll most likely see me wearing my headphones, even during class. I'm not here to be your friend: I gave up that part after the fifth move, so you can keep giving me the evil glare like you're actually going to start something. Believe me, compared to your glares, I've been given and called worse."

    The teacher was shocked about everything that he said and turned back to her class, "Does anyone have any questions?"

    One student raised their hand, "Were you still in Russia whenever their General and most of their cabinet were reported to have been assassinated by a group of terrorists?"

    Wade had to bite his tongue on that one since he was the one who killed the General, since had the fractured ribs that came with the fight.

   Terrorists? IS that what we've been labeled after everything we have done for you fucking assholes?