Karma

Bone

"STEWARDDDDDD POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Here we go again...
"It's Raymond, Agent 3. Raymond."

Agent 3 marched around the academy.
The academy was rebuilt again and was sturdier this time.
They even got fancy and laid red carpet in the main hallway, although it's a bad idea if winter comes.

"Yee?" I asked, giving him an innocent face.

"YOU KILLED ELLIOT. DON'T YE ME."

I grimaced at every word he spat out.
Man, someone duct tape his mouth.

"Well no biggie...." I shrugged, trying to make the situation seem extenuating.

Agent 3 frowned.
"Now we're going to have a battle sooner than expected."

I stared at him with a blank face.
He narrowed his eyes and I felt a smack on my head.

Saw that one coming...
The other students looked at me in disappointment.
"Hey hey...what was I supposed to do? Tiffany was in danger."

Agent 3 sighed and exchanged glances with Dr. Cory.

"It's true that we need everyone to partake in the final battle, however, you could have been less impulsive."

LESS IMPULSIVE? That hurt my ego.

I combed my fingers through my hair is frustration.
"You know what would be impulsive? If I walk right up and gave you a punch in the jaw right now."

Agent 3 looked at me in horror.
I haven't seen that look since I still lived with my 'family'.

"You're being disrespectful right now Steward."

"Raymond."

He ignored me.
The other students backed away so that they wouldn't get involved in this quarrel.

The worst part is the Gary and James are in the corner with popcorn in their hands.
Heck, where did they even get that? How dare they not share.
How dare they look upon my misery as entertainme—

"Listen to me when I speak."
I heard Agent 3's booming voice command.
Not as loud as Agent 2's, but enough for my ears to hurt momentarily.
And also snap me back into reality.

I turned back at him to give him a blank stare.
"You little twat..." Agent 3 seethed.

He reached out to give me another smack on the head.
This time, I caught his hands, and saw the fuming smoke bursting out his ears.

"Instead of bickering, why not prepare for the war? Since I caused the problem, I'll take responsibility if anything bad happens."

Agent 3's expression softened for a minute and he shook his hand free.
"Fine." He breathed in and out as if to calm himself.

"Listen." He started again.
"The war was bound to happen anyway. Just sooner than we least expected it. I already have the files turned in."

My forehead wrinkled, and my classmates' ears pipped up.

"Files...?"

Dr. Cory stepped in.
"All 51 of you...are leaving Sheridan high school."

Leaving...?

"Holy shit." Someone muttered. "Finally..."

"Since Elliot was taken care of, it looks like there are no more threats in that school. You're all free. How does that sound?"