A Silent Killer

Chapter Five: Where do I go from here?

A clouded path, blinded by fear, revenge and hate can lead to only one place.... The place where fallen angels belong.

I let the guy go and stormed into the place where I spent over 9 years of my life. I stopped in the old hallway and waited as I listened for the familiar clunk of the alarm system falling into place. But there was nothing. No trank-darts trying to knock me out, no axes flying off the ceiling in attempt to take off my head. But most of all, and the most worrying was the fact that the whole building was blanketed under a deafening silence that created a violent ring into the centre of its listener's head that would turn even the sanest of people down a maddening path that could only be accessed through the deepest and scariest part of the subconscious of a madman... putting lightly.

I would normally expect this eerie atmosphere amongst the dead; within a cemetery at the hour of twilight. And yet it was only 10:00pm and I was in a building that was usually full of life and action as each student trained for their next mission or coming back from their last. But never at one point in this now foreign house, has it resembled a lifeless corpse.

I followed the path that I took only 14 hours ago but it couldn't feel more different. I didn't dare reach for the light or for the torch clipped at my waist; encase I wasn't completely alone and or they had rigged the lights to explode. As I continued to search deeper into the stranger- like house, I discovered that within the short few minutes that I had left the old house with James and the boy I knew practically nothing about; 'Antonio's' School for Assassins' had packed its bags along with all its students and secrets and owner/ creator and moved on to who knows where.

But one thing was certain; they had run away from a threat. A threat that they could not find any way to defeat; at that moment. A threat that they feared enough to move their whole operation; quickly and quietly. A threat they grew up with, but now, saw as a monster, a cold hearted killer. Too good at what it had been trained to do. A threat they called 'Angel'; Me.

I turned back and started to make my way back down the deserted hall way, furious and full of hatred. Hatred at Antonio for leading me into a false sense of security and for being the means to my best friend's death. Hatred towards the other students for not helping me or James, for being blinded by Antonio's' authority and generosity to them. Hatred towards the boy who had caused me to argue with him instead of getting James to the hospital. Hatred to James for leaving me alone in this. But most of all hatred towards myself; for being too trusting, for losing James and for not killing Antonio when I had the chance.