A/N: After deciding to abandon my Supernatural fic, I was suddenly swamped with ideas for this story. Enjoy the much awaited sequel to Assassin Academy.
I stood over my bed, surveying the gear that was laid out on my bed. The white shirt, dark blue pants and jacket. And to top it all off, there was even a tie with the school crest on it.
"Unbelievable," I muttered to myself, "you have one war in a school, and suddenly they're all about safety,"
There was a knock on the door, and I turned to see Emma standing in the doorway, wearing her own school uniform. The female uniform was essentially the same as the male one, only they had a skirt that ended above the knee instead of shorts and a blouse that showed off more cleavage than is expected in a Catholic school. There was a red tie around the collar. After taking this in, my eyes, after a half-hearted battle, went straight down to look at her very shapely, pale-in-a-good-way legs. I then slowly went up her body, taking in every aspect. I was interrupted from my sightseeing by Sam walking in. My eyes immediately snapped up.
"Hurry up and get dressed, you don't want to be late," he said, walking over to the far wall and opening the secret panel, revealing a number of weapons. I pulled the shirt on and did up the buttons as Sam took a small pistol off the wall. He threw it on the bed and walked out.
"Wow, you pull off the whole 'sexy schoolgirl' thing really well," I said to Emma as I grabbed my pants off the bed. I managed to put them on before I was facially attacked by Emma.
It had been a week since we had gotten together, which also meant it had been a week since the war. The school was still damaged, but there had been a lot of construction crews there, being paid by an anonymous benefactor, a.k.a, the Brotherhood. Thanks to that, there was no fear of buildings collapsing during a class, and you could eat on the field without sitting in ash.
After a moment, I pulled away from Emma, who got the hint and left the room, closing the door behind her. I grabbed the pistol off the bed and strapped it to my thigh. I grabbed the bracer from my bedside table and slipped it onto my left wrist, savouring the familiarity of it. I slipped into the pants, taking care to ensure the pistol didn't leave any irregular bumps. The tie followed, with a stiletto knife hidden inside. I pulled my socks on, grabbed my jacket, and went out to the living room, where Emma was being briefed on what to do if attacked.
"So, if someone comes after you, what do you do?" Sam asked, leaning against a wall.
"Kick them in the balls," she replied, "and if it's a girl, punch them in the throat."
"Good girl," he said. He grabbed a large paper bag off the ground and handed it to me. Opening it, I found a pair of black, leather joggers.
"Compliant with school rules, with an added escape measure," Sam said, taking one if the shoes out of the bag. He held it upside down, showing me some circular patterns. "In the event of an emergency, these will activate, providing a force of thrust that will –"
"Just tell me the name," I said, taking it from him and examining the inside. I found nothing out of the ordinary.
"Rocket shoes," Sam said, sounding thoroughly put-out. Emma put a plate of scrambled eggs and toast on the table as I put the shoes on. They were a perfect fit. I walked over to the table and Emma nudged the plate toward me. I grabbed the plate and began to eat. Things had gotten a lot nicer since Emma had moved in. Apparently, she had been fighting with her born-again Christian family about the amount of freedom she should have. She thought she should be allowed to go out on a Friday night, and her parents believed that she should only leave the house to go to school and church. So as soon as she realised there was room for her here, she burned all bridges with her parents and moved in. Considering her sister has been around a couple of times for dinner, I think it's safe to say they're still on good terms.
At 8:30, it was time to go. Sam, who was employed as the temporary principal, would be taking the Audi, whereas Emma and I were forced to take her 1999 Toyota Corolla, to avoid drawing attention to ourselves. After a final weapons check, during which I added a Cordelaine emitter to my pocket, we were ready to go. I grabbed the keys off the bench and hopped in the driver's seat, with Emma putting her bag in the backseat with my own. She got in and off we went.
Due to the massive battle that had taken place a week ago, there was a lot of roadwork to circumnavigate, which took the better part of fifteen minutes. After parking in a spot that allowed easy escape at the end of the day, we headed into the school. There was a lot of scaffolding around the buildings where builders were attempting to stabilize the structure. Emma led me over to a place that had haunted my dreams for many nights; the sight of my first kill. Everyone was standing around, obviously talking about the only topic worthy of discussion; the revelation of the Assassins and Templars. As we neared, Emma ran ahead, leaving me alone on the outskirts of the group. She was greeted enthusiastically, with many hugs and a small amount of screaming.
Typical Brittany.
I walked over slowly, and everyone went silent staring from me to Emma and back again. I had absolutely no idea how to handle this situation, but luckily, Emma did. She walked over to me, wrapped herself around my right arm and said, "You all remember James, right? He's my boyfriend."
There was a shocked silence, and then it was like I had never left. I was right back into the group. I was never going to understand how that worked.
"So, what have I missed?" I asked, looking around at all the faces.
"Well, first off, turns out Dom's illness was real," Will said, "He's been officially unenrolled. Last I heard, he was failing home schooling."
Brittany chimed in, "Also, Will has come out of the closet," she patted him on the back, and he looked undisturbed.
"Also," Emma said from the back of the group, "Matt and Brittany have broken up. So if you ever get tired of me, you can always go for her," after a second she added, "Maybe even him." Everyone laughed, and I walked over to Emma. I pulled her into a hug.
"I appreciate the offer," I said, "I may even take you up on that," Emma pulled away in shock and I pressed my lips to hers. There were several wolfwhistles, and Emma pushed me away, trying to hide the smile on her face.
"Oi, break it up," came the familiar voice of my roommate. Sam was walking over, wearing a polo shirt and cargo shorts.
"Sorry sir," I said, grinning.
Sam decided to introduce himself to everyone. "I'm Mr Wallace, your new principal. I hope there won't be any more of this face-sucking on school grounds."
"Of course not sir," Emma said, stepping away from me. Sam gave us a disapproving stare, then walked away, hands behind his back. For the next few minutes, I was talked to like a normal person. I had forgotten how nice it was to discuss things other than the best way to take a life with a dessert spoon (scoop out the eye and then jam the handle into the empty socket). Then the bell went and we headed up into the hall, where I had been a week ago killing the very person who had recruited me. We headed in, walking around the boxed of area containing a large bloodstain. Once everyone had taken a seat, a man in a suit walked onto the stage, microphone in hand.
"Hello students," he began with a light, but authoritative tone, "My name is James Newstead, and I am the head of the new United Nations Security Council. It is our duty to protect the world from the new public menace of the Templars…" he paused, waiting for it to sink in, "and the Assassins."
I was shocked, but mainly due to the fact that I was surprised by that. The Brotherhood is, by definition, a group of murderers.
James continued, "Should any of you see a member of either of these groups, or a suspected ally of those groups, you should call the police immediately. Now, I will hand over to your principal." He handed the microphone to Sam, who looked completely indifferent to the information. He took the microphone and walked to the centre of the stage.
"You should all take that advice to heart. Those people are very dangerous, and should only be approached by qualified professionals. Now, I welcome you all back to school. I'll give a bigger speech tomorrow morning, but for now, I need you all to head off to your first class. Teachers, you have the badges, don't forget to hand them out."
He walked off the stage as the student body began to mobilize. Walking out of the hall, I was pulled into a side room by the UN guy, James.
"I know what you are," he said, keeping me pinned against the wall.
"What?" I asked, playing the "oblivious child" card. In truth, I was really worried that my cover had already been blown.
"You are an Assassin, I know it," he said through gritted teeth, "And believe me, I will prove it, and then you WILL rot in prison for the rest of your natural life."
He released me, and I slipped out of the room, walking right into Sam.
"What were you doing in there?" he asked, peering over my shoulder.
"I was starting a fan-club," I said with a smile, walking away from him to where Emma was standing, l clearly concerned.
"Are you in trouble?" she asked.
"You have no idea," I replied, making my way to class.
A/N: You guys have no idea how many times I have re-written this chapter. But now, it's finally done. Let me know what you think, and any suggestions for future chapters and problems. It feels good to be back. See you all next time.