Project Disaster

Chapter four

Authors PoV

After the fight between Jace and Ilya Moshika finishes, the class were sent to lunch break. But as Riley and his group ate lunch with their desks pushed together, they all tried their best to ignore the intense stare coming from Jace who sat at the back of the classroom chewing his knife "Can anyone tell me why Test subject 0001 is staring at us..." Taylor Wentworth murmurs, the rest of them shaking their head as Riley sits forward "Test subject 0001 is called Jace. And I think he's trying to figure us all out. From what I've taken in, He thinks much like an animal." He says, their eyes moving over to the small strategic king who acts nonchalantly about his interest into Jace.

Jaces PoV

Biting my knife angrily, I lean forward, my hand gripping the wooden desk like it was the last strings to my life. Riley Morales Perception is incredible for his age. It's been told by Leo that the students call him the strategy king, a student with the fantastic understanding of placement and forms of offence and defence. The brain of the body whilst the students around him is the muscles. Moving to his commands and slaughtering their target ahead.

It was very clear his friends weren't too keen on me because of my weird nature but it's nothing I haven't been through before. People always seem to steer clear of me because of my 'animalistic characteristics' but I honestly have no idea what they are talking about.

That is as I sit here chewing a metal knife, scratching the wooden desk and glaring out the students I'm trying to work up the courage to befriend. Usually friends don't matter to me - a target is a target to me, I don't need people to help me or people to talk about my feelings or whatever friends do. It's been so long since I've had a friend - possibly before I was resurrected. I'd have no idea how to go about the idea.

But as I look up to witness Riley Morales walking towards me, I let the knife in my mouth fall startling me slightly - I quickly recover my grabbing the handle as it falls midair, my instincts screaming at me to prepare for some sort of attack, I jerk backward as he arrives at my desk, startling his friends but not him "Riley Morales." I say sternly, watching him sigh he shakes his head "See. Animal-like behaviour - mostly compared to an outcasted Wolf, or Omega's as they are known. Very untrusting of anyone who comes close to them. Thinks all anyone wants to do is fight and kill them." He says as he turns to his friends I scowl, reaching for his collar I pull him across my desk, my knife pressed up against his throat.

And despite his life hanging on a single thread of my psychotic mind, he remains calm and just stares up at me through blank hazel eyes, his friends tense and immediately pull out their weapons "Maybe all I want to do is fight and kill." I say finally now, his eyes still locked into mine he lets out a sudden laugh, shocking me and even his friends "It's so obvious in your eyes that you don't. All you want is friendship. It's unfortunate that you don't know how to interact with people normally." He says nod, clenching my hand around the knife I push him off of my desk, my knife sheathed. Watching him walk away from my desk a few steps, he turns to face me "Is this It? You've been watching me to torment me?" I growl, my hair covering my eyes as I look at the ground, I clench my jaw when I don't hear a reply I exhale "Actually no. I've been watching you to understand how someone with as many mental issues as you copes in a world. How someone who went through countless experiments ended up psychotically unstable and was still permitted to attend an assassination class with a bunch of clueless rookies." He says now, looking up now I look to Leo who's just entered "He's psychotically unstable but he's not emotionally unstable. Jace went through those experiments on his accords. He consented to it - not that I agree with their methods. He became this psychopathic because of the immense pain he went through. His bloodlust comes from his frustration - his need to cut something down. So we steered what probably would've ended up as a serial killer to a legalised professional assassin." Leo explains "class dismissed." I say as I grab my bag "there's still half a day Jace." He says now as he turns to me I raise my hand, a small piece of paper in between my index and middle finger "I've an appointment with Doctor Barlow. They want to check the new installations are working properly inside of me." I smile as I exit, Leo snatching the paper from my finger as I leave.

Sitting on the table, Doctor Barlow looking at the installations in my body, his brows furrowed and his jaw clenched "Are they working properly, doc?" I ask, watching him fake a smile he stands and nods "Perfectly. You can return to class as normal." He says gently, faking my own smile I lean forward "splendid." I hum.

Standing in the training field I stretch "So - are we learning from tombitch over there?" I ask Leo as I point to Maria Danse who shoots a death glare my way "Yes..." Leo responds as he looks down and wipes a bead of sweat from his brow "She looks coo-..." I begin as I walk forwards, my hand moving to my abdomen "Jace?" Leo asks, and as if on queue, my body bursts and my blood is splattered across Leo and the ground surrounding me, the students staring in pure shock with Maria Danse.

Feeling my body regenerate I push myself up "come on Doctor Barlow - that was just uncalled for." I groan, steam radiating from my body as it regenerate itself "Ugh... now I'm going to be stiff all day."'I grumble, Leo grabbing my shoulder "You just blew up! Your telling me your doctor did this?!" He shouts, nodding I tap my fully regenerated abdomen "He was acting weird yesterday - it's quite obvious that one of the installations he added was a bomb. Didn't hit my weak spot though so it's all right. I'll just heal." I say as I lift my left arm, the skin and muscle and veins knitting itself together around my forearm bone "Sucks about my blood though, don't know how we're going to clean this up." I laugh as I stand I stretch.