Project Disaster

Chapter Seven

Jj's PoV

Grabbing Frederick Barton's collar I deck him, my knife pressed to his throat "I yield..." he grumbles, humming I push myself off of him "You did good." I smile helping him to his feet "Thanks... psycho..." he murmurs as he turns to walk away, I raise my hand as I walk towards Riley "Hey, you want more training tonight? Might even treat you with another dinner." I smile, watching him roll his eyes he sits opposite me "And What meal would this be?" He asks, chuckling I stroke my chin as I lean back "Chicken parmigiana" I chirp "count me in then."

Authors PoV

Whilst Jace walked away with the victory of having convinced Riley to train with him and have dinner with him, The short brown haired strategy king sat there and attempted to write down different strategic ideas, the interruption of his friends wasn't a help as they lounged next to him "Having dinner with The psychopath? What's that about." Keith Lane asks, Riley pushing the males face away with a scoff "He's teaching me hand-to-hand combat. Strategy and pistols can't be my only speciality." He says earning a distrustful hum from his friends surrounding him.

Jj's PoV

Wrapping a bandage around my hands I yawn "Kian Wilder! As I live and breath!" Tensing visibly I freeze, the bandage around my left hand loosening and dropping to the floor "Who's Kian Wilder...?" I hear someone murmur, looking over my shoulder with squinted eyes I clench my jaw as Ivan Webber comes into view "Oh... right you go by Jace-Jacque Yeager now." He complains, the students looking over to me "Ivan... what.." I try to speak but fail as he leans against the doorframe "Cats got your tongue?" Staring at him I walk towards the window, lifting it open I climb out and silently walk away.

Authors PoV

"So... that was weird." Austin Luther murmurs, The class humming and nodding in response "Weird is an understatement. But I must ask - who are you?" Lewis asks the stranger stood by the door, stranger to them, a previous close-confidant to Jace who's vanished into the woods behind the building - "Ivan Webber, childhood friend to Ki- Jace-Jacque." The short blonde haired male responds with a bright smile "But... Jace is over 60 years old - you have to be a grandad by now" Juliet Dean says earning a hum from Ivan who raises his hand and clears his throat "Right, gaining that with Destructible immortality certainly has its perks for him. I earned it the hard way, every time my body reaches its limit, my brain is transferred to another cadaver, a well-suited body type for my genuine intelligence." Ivan explains earning a curious gasp from the class "No need for the worry, I heard Jace had resurfaced and had to see for myself. Who'd have though a inhuman being would attend an assassination boot-camp. I'm struck for words." He continues "Clearly..." Riley murmurs.

It took Ivan a mere five minutes to take seat on the front desk, the one the professionals or Leo and lily usually sit on, the class obviously swarmed because what's a chance getting to know someone from Jace's past, someone with the intellect to successfully transplant a brain into another body. "Well mind you, it had been a good few years since me and Jace was young but I remember quite a bit. Before the uh, what I'm assuming you guys call the Plague? Now. Before Jace, or Kian as he was born as, came down with the plague, he was a joyous, energetic boy. Someone who had boundless energy. It was a shame he came down with such an illness he had wonderful dreams." Ivan begins to explain, the class leaning in with every word, even Riley who tried not to, out of respect for Jace "He was barely hanging on to life when a group of scientists showed up and took him under their wind. Obviously when your dying and some people In white coats show up and promise you life, you take the chance. They had Kian transported to their laboratory, a place underground which clearly set off alarm signals for me but I brushed it off because he was getting life. But..." he continues to explain "What he went through to get how he is. Being put on the brink of death repeatedly and then brought back. Having your bones broken. Those tests weren't humane. It was only when he flatlined they decided to resurrect him. They tortured him beforehand. It wasn't humane and it was disgusting. I left immediately - and when I returned: the place was gone, buried under mountains of rubble. Bodies found everywhere. That man, that boy your learning with, that man in your class - isn't human." He continues.

Jace-Jacques PoV

"No, no, your absolutely right Ivan. I'm not human. I was killed and brought back to life. That's not human, that's crazy. Insane. Inhumane you could call it." I laugh as I walk in the room, my hand subconsciously covering my left eye "But am I dead? Did I die of the plague? I'm here aren't I." I continue, his eyes on me "Listen. I know a lot of people back home want me dead. So if your here to kill me, good luck. You know as well as I do, I can only be killed at my weak sp-..." I begin, a bullet piercing my abdomen "I'm not hear to kill you, so you can stop your lecture. Leo Concord brought me in for a support system. I guess you guys call it, counselling?" He responds, my jaw slackening, the blood from being shot gliding down the side of my mouth "You have to be joking." I grumble.

Laying on the couch as Riley eats the chicken Parmigiana, his legs crossed and a blanket draped over him "You hold a grudge against your childhood friend? Who happens to be a genius." He says, shrugging I dangle my legs over the side of the couch "I don't hold a grudge against him - it just still pisses me off how he left me, in a laboratory, going through an immense amount of pain, with the constant thought of me dying and didn't look back until I destroyed the place and killed everyone there." I retaliate, hearing him laugh he points at me with the fork he's holding in his hand "Now there are a thousand things wrong with everything you just said. You should just be glad I'm not fazed by all this crazy, immortality, resurrection, brain transplanty stuff." He laughs, sighing I let my head fall back now "come over here and stab me so I can feel something other than rage." I mumble "still with the crazy weird requests." He murmurs as he places his food down and walks towards me, impaling a knife into my abdomen "thank you..." I murmur.