My entire body felt on fire under his intense gaze. I tried my best to avoid eye contact as he towered over me, but once my eyes met his, the usual amber color of his orbs went darker and darker until they were now of a fervent brown shade and his p...
Essence's POV The weekend lazily passed and it was now Monday. Also our first day of class.
I look out of the window at the 8 am morning sky. It was gray and cloudy, threatening to let loose of it's burdening crystal droplets. I threw on a black cropped sweatshirt and high waisted denim jeans, matched with some chains and a thick leather black belt. I tied my hair into a loose ponytail and headed out in my trusty Dr.Martins.
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As Raven, Destiny and I walked through the crowded halls, we compared our schedules.
_ "I have science of poisons first period, what about you?" mumbles Raven, as she takes out a highlighter and marks every science of poisons hours.
_ "Same here" I mutter back focused on the paper in my hand.
_ "I've got knife throwing lessons" says Destiny. "A lot of them. Wait a second." She rips the papers out of our hands frowning. "They know our weaknesses."
_ "huh?" Raven's face morphs into a confused expression.
_ "They know each of our weaknesses, and based off that they distribute our classes. Look. I have a-lot of shooting and knife throwing classes. They know I suck at aim, now I'm just offended."
_ "Hey at least you don't have a shit ton of "mastering seduction" classes." Snorts Raven.
_ "I've got quite some hand to hand combat classes." I frown, mentally preparing myself for all the muscle soreness to come.
_ "Damn, you're smarter than you seem D" jokes Raven.
_ "Of course they know, these people run background checks on every students who enrolls here other than the fact we literally were tested before getting here. In previous years they had some spies infiltrate the school, in hopes of destroying it. And so after that TRAA chooses it's students meticulously and are very picky, so as to not let strays in." I explain, as I yawn.
_ "Why would they want to destroy the academy?" My friends look at me skeptically.
_ "Well, this school holds top tier weapons in enormous amounts. It also has the most exquisite, diverse and rare arsenal from the black market. Not to mention that the world's most dangerous assassins graduate from TRAA, and the students here pose a threat to all outsiders. So the mafia's, gangs and all those who partake in illegal activities feel threatened by the school."
"There's also this elimination process at the end of each year where the dean eliminates students with the lowest scores and rankings, each year, and the few who actually manage to stay by the time of their graduation, join his enterprise. Him kicking out the unworthy students anger them, and so they join forces and try to take down this place yada yada. But during the 90 years of this academy's existence, no one has succeeded yet." I end my 'presentation' by popping the gum bubble I formed in my mouth.
