Project Disaster

Chapter Two

Jace-Jacque's PoV

"The resurrected man." Tuning into Leo's lecture as he mentions my true nature I lean back, my head rested on my wrists, a smirk spreads across my face "How is that possible... he looks so young..." I hear someone whisper, humming I lean forward now, my arms beside me "Want proof, brat?" I chirp, pulling my knife out of my holster I spin it in my hand and pierce my abdomen, standing upright whilst still maintaining a smirk "Jace - you don't need to prove a point." Leo says sternly "But it's good to prove a point sometimes. Let me assure you - I may be somewhat immortal but I can be killed. Things that would usually kill you - can not kill me. Let me elaborate - there's a certain point on my body, if it's damaged, guess what: i die. Of course I'm not going to reveal this to a bunch of immature brats learning to become assassins. A certain material is toxic to me, again I am not going to reveal it for the same reason. I may be immortal to everything your mortal to but I am not indestructible." I explain, their eyes locked on to me as I speak "But rest assured, I am not your target. Surely some point during your life, I may develop a price on my head, but let's not dwell in the future. What's present now is all that matters and right now I'm your fellow classmate." I continue.

Lounging in the chair at the desk I was assigned, I rest my chin on the wooden surface. God forbid an immortal soul such as myself has a more exciting life than attending an assassination based class with a group of teenagers that don't trust me. It was like sitting amongst a pack of wolves, myself acting as an outcasted omega. They sat in their little cliques talking about my inhuman nature and inability to feel what they feel.

Surely they understand I'm not a monster, I was just brought back to life, that I still have emotions and feelings I just know how to hide them better. It wasn't a secret to the higher-ups that I have an unstable mind - some would call me a total and complete psychopath - but Leo argued my expertise could be used as an advantage rather than the latter. So I was released from the asylum they had me locked up in.

"What's it like being resurrected?"

Snapping back to reality as a ginger haired male sits opposite me - obviously shocking the entire class who are silent now, watching in anticipation at my response - having been silent for too long I clear my throat "I wouldn't be able to tell you. I was put on the cliff of death too many times to count repetitively. They had to throw me towards near-death constantly which meant I had to go through insane pain everyday. Eventually when they reached their goal, I was unconscious the whole time I was being resurrected. So honestly I couldn't tell you. I can only tell you that the path towards it was horrible, gruesome and most wouldn't come out of it Alive." I explain, everyone keen on listening to me I shudder as they stare, the untrusting atmosphere shattered and replaced with a tense one "And the scientists, they were allowed to do this?" He asks, nodding I look down "Don't expect to be resurrected yourself. I killed everyone involved with it." I admit bluntly, shocking everyone to their cores clearly as they inhale in a gasp like formation.

"And yes, here we go with the 'how could you' and the 'they have families' - first off, how could I - sure I consented to the experiment but only because I was promised life, not that I had to go through an inhumanly amount of pain to get there. They tortured me and failed to mention before I joined up that I'd go through such pain. Secondly, I'm pretty damn sure none of them had families when they were locked down in a cave-like bunker performing evil experiments on random dying kids they find." I explain before any of them have the chance to judge me "I did you all a favour killing those bastards. Sure people may call me a psychopath for it, but who's the real psychopath - the one Saving hundreds of people from centuries of pain or the scientists performing inhuman experiments." I grumble, standing up and grabbing my jacket, I walk out without another word, not wanting to hear what they have to say back in response.

Sitting on a bench during lunch break, four brave souls daring to set foot outside of the class a majority of the school look down upon. The ginger kid who asked for my name, a shoulder length brown haired male, a tall meathead - a lot like Charlie Hendrickson But has a much happier expression and a small blonde haired girl "There's this jelly I've always wanted to eat - it's really exotic so I don't think I'll ever get the chance though..." the ginger kid says with enthusiasm despite learning he'll never have get to eat it. Watching them come to a halt as a group of students from the top class come out of the building the small group of four are walking past.

Watching carefully as the high and mighty students snarl at them "go back to your chamber dumbasses - we don't want you spreading your stupidity in our high-class rankings!" One of them shouts, the four standing their looking down, guilty and ashamed looks plastered on their faces. Standing I walk towards them, the coffee I was drinking finished, crushing the Can with my left hand, the metal pierces my hand but instead of reeling back and wincing like a normal human would I throw the can away and continue my path towards them.

Hurling a strained laugh, snarling as I do so I lean forward "h-oly shit... it's class A! What a bunch of morons thinking they are all that, just because they know a useless calculation they'll probably never even use in their lifetime! Makes me want to vomit just knowing I'm in the same vicinity as one - oh... wait not just one. A whole snobby group of them!" I say, their eyes moving to me as they walk towards me I lean back "And just who the hell are you?" One of them asks, smirking I lift my hand, placing it on his white shirt - rubbing my scarlet blood across it, staining the material "The names Jace-Jacque Yeager, a new transfer student to class-ACE." I say first off, gripping his collar now I force him to step back "You think all because you know how to do pointless shit in different subjects like math, science - English, home economics. That your allowed to rule the world. Let me ask you this, Have you ever held a gun before? Gone to an exotic country? Have you ever had love before? Skydiving? Bungee jumping? Because if you spend all your time studying for tests that won't even matter when your old and senile than your a fucking idiotic bastard." I continue, my voice stern and my eyes piercing through theirs as they stare at me, I could easily detect the slight shaking in their hands "Think twice before claiming your gods-gift - god doesn't give gifts, he's a sadistic bastard who takes joy in watching us die slowly." I smirk, turning on the ball of my foot I walk away without another word.