Your POV
"So, what are we doing?" I leaned over to Steven. All of the students in the room were now all groupes together in a square in the middle of the room.
"What?" Steven looked at me like I asked a really stupid question, which I probably did, "It's recruit orientation, dude. You sound like you've never been to high school before." He told me. I facepalmed myself, it was very obvious, yet I didn't notice it.
"Alright students, please let the chatter die down now! Orientation will be commencing in a few short moments!" The lady said through the mic again. The whole room's chatter died down little by little until there was no one talking anymore.
"Hey, what's going to happen?" I whispered over to Steven. I really wished I'd have asked Maverick about all of this.
"I don't know exactly. But my mom said that the headmaster is giving a speech to all the freshmen." Steven replied. Then, the gym doors opened and came inside a tall man in a black business suit, his hair was combed neatly to the side, with two white streaks going down near the top of his head. He was also wearing black, wire-framed glasses, no one made any sound as he slowly walked towards the stage, his footsteps echoing all around the room.
When he reached the stage, the lady at the podium stepped back and sat on a really long couch with the other staff members. He took the spot behind the podium and tapped the mic lightly to test it.
He cleared his throat and leaned forward at the mic. "As you children would know by now," He started, his voice was deep and commanding. "My name is Harold Sylva, or be otherwise know to all of you as Professor Sylva. I am the headmaster of this academy and I would expect for you all to follow the rules we have set for you. Each and everyone of you are here because you were recommended, not exactly easy for any normal child to do. I demand responsibility for all of your actions."
He took a deep breath before he continued, "Now, if you may or may not know." He walked over to the side, the podium lowered down to the ground and a large screen rose up onto the platform. It turned on and started to play a video that showed DNA strands and other related stuff, "Thirty years ago," Even without the mic his voice resonated around the gym, "A new branch of human evolution occured, it started when the RNA, of a few people, stopped removing the failed DNA copies and allowed for mutations to grow. Which, in turn, gave these individuals special abilities, though minor. An underground association discovered about it and kidnapped a few of the individuals. They started to experiment with them and test subjects to try and replicate the process." The tv now played a slideshow featuring a laboratory with people inside of test tubes and scientists with clipboards. "The natural mutants are identified by the fact that their abilities are very subtle, we have knowledge that some of you are natural mutants. The artificial ones, the ones that can be seen being made in the presentation." He paused to point out the video playing on the screen. "Their abilities are even more powerful and distinct than those of the natural ones. Though their psychological state are somewhat damaged by the process and have become insane and can only be controlled by a certain person." The screen turned itself off and lowered back down while the podium went up.
"Now what we are training you for is not only to assassinate
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Backstabbing Elite (Male Reader X Female Harem story)
Action(A/N): This is a story that's out of my comfort zone, but of course, I wanted to try this sort of thing out. Hope you guys like it anyway. You are the son of a legendary spy, after his untimely demise at the hands of his nemesis, you want to follow...
