Death Academy

Ch. 6 useful?

Cinder

I stare at my text books like they are coated in blood. With the contents of them, they might as well be. Some are very detailed documentation of the most famous murders and murders. Others are also very detailed about all the different ways to murder someone, from simply using a knife or a gun to how to kill someone with a rusty spoon. I'm now wondering if the creator of Salad Fingers went here, that would actually explain a lot.

Each book sinking in the cold hard truth of where I am even further. I would visit the schools library, but I don't know if I even want to do that. I put the text books in my bag and head out the door. I sigh as I walk down the hallway, my bag draped over my shoulder.

"That's her," I hear someone who clearly doesn't know how to whisper say.

A girl steps into my path, her long purple hair fanning out around her. She looks me up and down as she adjusts the visor over her eyes. "So, you're the new chick that Aunt Jez brought here." She scoffs, "you definitely don't look like much." She leans towards me, "You need to stay away from Jack unless you have a death wish. A Daymun like yourself has no business being around an elite like him."

I blink at her, "D-daymun? Elite?" Seriously what's this girls problem? "You're the She Devil, right?"

She scowls at me, "a daymun has no right speaking of me. Nor do you have a right to speak to me. So keep your trap shut before I cut out your tongue. Now stay away from Jack before you die horribly."

I gulp and step back from her. Great my first day and I'm already going to get killed.

A arm drapes over my shoulders as I'm pulled against someone, "Myers, why can't you just be silent like Michael? Your voice annoys the hell out of me."

I look up at Jack in shock. This can't be good she was just telling me to stay away from him right?

He grins down at me then looks back up at her boredly, "Oh and you have no say in who's around me. Actually, seeing as it pisses you off, her company is seeming more alluring now. Come on, let's go kitten."

He begins walking, pulling me along with him. I stare at the ground as I walk along with him so I can avoid all the stares coming my way. When we get outside to a courtyard area he lets go and sits down against a tree. I stare at him.

He props up a knee and looks at me, "what?"

I take a deep breath, "are you trying to get me killed?! I don't feel like dying! What is a daymun? What's an elite?! W-"

He jumps up and puts his hand over my mouth, "stop! Just stop talking. I can't answer anything when you talk to much. For the record I'm trying to keep your ass alive. You seriously look like lunch for these people, and they fear me. Got it?"

I nod and he removes his hand from my mouth, "good. And as for daymuns and elites, elites are born into this life. Somewhere in their family is a famous killer. A daymun is the exact opposite, they don't have family that are killers and they just become one."

"Like Jack the Ripper is in your family?" I ask, "that's what makes you an elite?"

He looks at me in shock, "how do you know that?"

"The warden gave me files on people when she came to my rescue during my trial," I tell him as I settle in the grass, him sitting back down as well. "That's how I knew who you were and who that girl was. It said she hated daymuns and thought they should be eliminated, I guess that's a fact. Yeesh."

He looks at me intrigued, "how detailed is it? The files I mean."

I shrug, "decently detailed. I mean I only scanned the bare minimum of each person."

He looks off thoughtfully then grins at me, "well well, you just might be more useful then I thought."

I blink at him, not quite sure what he meant. But if I'm somehow useful, then that makes me happy. I smile and nod my head at him. I pull my lunch out which it's nothing grand, just a couple of sandwiches and muffins with some bottled coffee drinks. I offer him some and we sit there eating in a comfortable silence.

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When I get back to my apartment later that evening, I begin studying as much as I can. I read every ounce of the files. I don't know what's important about it, but I will memorize it as much as I can. When I'm done with that I start on one of my text books. If this is going to be my life, might as well make sure I actually pass the classes.

It isn't until late into the night that I finally pass out from exhaustion. Dreaming of being chased through an abandoned building from an unknown attacker.