The Dark Artists

Chapter 1

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THIS IS MY NEW STORY CALLED "THE DARK ARTISTS". I AM MAKING IT UP IN MY HEAD SO IT MAY NOT BECOME A COMPLETED STORY BUT IF YOU ENJOY THE CHAPTERS THEN PLEASE BE SURE TO LET ME KNOW BY COMMENTING YOUR THOUGHTS AND VOTING. BECAUSE I AM JUST MAKING IT UP AS I GO ALONG, THERE WILL BE KNOW SPECIFIC UPDATING TIME BUT I WILL UPDATE EVERYTIME I WRITE A NEW CHAPTER. I HOPE YOU LIKE MY NEW STORY, IT IS SOMETHING DIFFERENT.

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Nikita’s POV:

“Run Miss Samson!” yelled my trainer Ms Bertone.  

I was running on my new school’s track field. Sweat was beating down my forehead as I jumped over each hurdle. When I went over the final hurdle Ms Bertone blew the whistle that hung around her neck.

She was a stern looking lady in her fifties with cropped, bright red hair and wrinkled, worn out skin from too many years in the sun. Ms Bertone walked over to me as I hunched over panting. I had just completed my trial for the schools ‘Dexterity Programme’.

Honestly I have no idea why my father signed me up for this programme, after all I think this was the first time I have ever run a track.

“Well Ms Samson, I think the Hargrove High would be honoured to have you on the DP team" she beamed as she waked me on the back.

“I will put you down as a track and field student. There is currently only one other DP student here, her name is Iris Bayer. You will probably meet her once you are shown to the Dexterity Programme dorms. Which reminds me, Mr Mallon wishes to see you so he can give you your timetable and show you around the school” said Ms Bertone.

“Sure thing” I huffed as I tightened my pony tail.

I grabbed my track jacket off the nearby seat and began my walk through the centre of the field to the exit. The walks of the exit were made of the metal you can see your reflection in. My black, curly hair was in a high pony tail and my green eyes sparkled from the sunlight that was pouring in through the walkway.

I was wearing the schools track uniform. Black running shorts with two white strips down the outside of each leg and a white cross back singlet with two black trips down the sides of the singlet. My track jacket was black and hooded with a sliver zipper.

I stood in front of my reflection and took my hair tie out, leaving my hair down and free while I slipped on my jacket.

I followed a path to the centre of the campus where the administrative building was located. I hiked my way up two flights of stairs to find a glass door entrance. When walking inside I found four chairs against the left and right walls.

In front of me was a wall with a giant window cut into it and through it I could see three office desks. Two were vacant with a lady sitting in the desk closest to the window.

“Nikita Samson?” asked the petite lady.

“Yes, that’s me” I replied.

The lady smiled.

“Mr Mallon would like to see you. He is through the door to your left. Knock twice, then enter”

“Thank you”

I walked over to the left door, knocked twice, grabbed the handle and entered. I peered around the door into Mr Mallon’s office. The walls were an ugly pale blue like the entrance of the building. Bookshelves full of thick binder folders were lined up against the back wall.