The Spy

5

I stared at the blade, stopped inches from my face with a blank expression. I didn't do anything so why did it stop? I heard a noise right next to me and glanced to my side seeing nothing at first before remembering something. Mark can turn invisible. Maybe others can too.

My anger quickly took over and I reached for the blade, only to grab the arm hidden from sight beside it. I yanked it back, making the blade drop from their hand as it became visible. My anger rose even more when I saw it was actually Mark who had stopped it. I quickly held it in though when the teacher stepped forward.

"Mark? What are you doing here?" The teacher asked, seeming nervous.

"Does it matter why I'm here? The real thing we should be talking about is why you're using a banned method of teaching," Mark said sternly, pulling his hand away from mine and brushing it off, blood trailing down his hand. I could only shoot him a glare for being so stubborn before forcing a blank face.

"W-what? I h-have n-no idea w-what you're talking about," the teacher said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. Mark shook his head and picked up the blade from the floor, showing it to the teacher.

"Didn't the headmaster say you can't throw knives at people anymore? Since not all people can stop them?" Mark said, his voice becoming bitter. I took this as my chance to back away silently. The stares the class were directing my way were starting to get to me.

"Ah...," the teacher fell silent, embarrassed in front of the class by a mere student. I was actually impressed but one glance from Mark and I was gone. I ran out of the class and down the halls as fast as I could. My mind became blank before memories of my past came back. Running from class like I did just now. I felt weak because of it.

"Jack!" I stopped when I ran into someone's arms. Ken was standing in front of me, a worried expression on his face. I buried my face into his chest as he rubbed circles on my back. I had no idea what he was doing here but I had a feeling Cry had sent him.

I had some issues that Cry would monitor for me. If I needed something he'd usually send Ken to help out. I guess this is one of those times. However, this exact situation hasn't happened in a long time. Why now?

"Calm down little buddy. I can't stay here much longer but you need to focus on your breathing and not the people looking at you okay. They're just staring because you're new and sexy as fuck," Ken said, making me feel better almost instantly. A small chuckle left my throat and I looked up at him.

"Okay. I will. Sorry for messing up. I really thought I was over it all..." I trailed off.

"Don't worry about it. Now Cry says there's a bathroom a little down the hall. Go there until your next class. Someone's coming, I gotta go. See yah little buddy," Ken said. I nodded and quickly sent him back to base before shadow jumping into a dimly lit bathroom. The lights flickered on as soon as I moved and I smiled. Motion sense aye. That's cool.

"Get a hold of yourself Jack it's in the past," I mumbled, avoiding looking in the mirror because I knew my face was red. I splashed water on my face and rubbed it into my skin with my palms. I took a deep breath before lowering my hands and gasping when I saw someone in front of me.

I nearly stabbed the bitch but stopped myself when I noticed it was Mark. I took a step back, knowing what he was going to ask before it even left his lips. 'Are you okay?' It's the first thing everyone asks.

"Hey, are you okay?" I nearly puked at his words but simply nodded instead, not trusting my tongue. I tend to say things without thinking so I'm better off shutting my mouth.

He frowned at my response and took a step forward, only for me to take one back. His frown deepened and he once again tried to read my mind. But like every other time I easily blocked him out. I couldn't have him in my head. I know it gave off that I knew a different power but for the sake of the mission I couldn't have him rummaging around in my head.

"Why didn't you jump out of the way when he threw the knife at you? You could have lost an eye you stupid egg," Mark said, a hint of his frustration in his voice but he was trying to lighten the tension between us. It only mildly worked because it left me struggling to find an answer.

"Ahh, I didn't know he was going to throw the knife at me. Not until it was right in front of me," I said, my voice surprisingly quiet. Mark seemed to take notice of this and took another cautious step forward. This time, however, I didn't step back.

He took this as an okay to approach me and gently put a hand on my shoulder. I felt myself shudder under his touch and my eyes darted to the floor. I was never good at talking to people or even being around them in general. I was usually killing people outside of our group or listening to music. The others understood that but clearly Mark didn't.

"Are you sure you're okay? You ran from that room pretty quickly," He asked, his voice filled with... worry? I looked up at him, searching his face for answers but came up with nothing. Why did he sound like he cared so much?

"I just don't like people looking at me... it makes me anxious," I said truthfully, feeling weak and ashamed. He gave me a small smile and a slight nod.

"It's okay. I understand," he said. And I actually felt a little better knowing that...

And then they kissed XD jk jk