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Darkest Desires.

Chapter One: Teen Spirit.


Benjamin Caville, United States Secretary of Education.


The unknown is far more dangerous than the obvious.

In the darkest depths of life, a club was formed - built upon the ashes and bones of their ancestors, it was bounded by blood, a desire to continue the tradition of sacrificial offerings and, in return, receives riches and wealth beyond their imagination.

They still roam to this day.

With allies and workers and founders and members through the globe, the Hunting Club is a notorious, dangerous organisation that people know little about. Like puppeteers, they play with their strings, orchestrating countless acts of violence, bribing the most powerful and easily manipulated to participate, to join.

They hunt in packs. Pay for sport. Murder for entertainment.

They have no purpose. Their actions are without consequences.

As each generation of the Hunting Club differs, their leader will always find a muse. One that they abide by. Rules that are set in stone.

In the middle of a dark room, surrounded by countless books that described the most brutal of murders and mass genocides, one novel lays on a table, opened to the middle.

'The Hunger Games'


"Mr. Caville. We'll be arriving at the school in approximately five minutes."

I press the button, a smile on my face. "Thank you, Percy."

Haversmith Academy. Curious, I roll down the window. Dense forest stretches for miles, hiding the school from plain sight.

"It's mysterious, don't you think, Jeremy?" I turn to face my assistant. "Despite being heavily publicised, nobody really knows what lies beyond the school gates."

Jeremy only nods. "Y-Yes, Sir...Do you want me to read over the basis?"

"If you must," I sigh. I do pay him to research. If only he knew why.

Jeremy coughs. "Haversmith Academy was founded in 1981, by Sir. William Haversmith. Located at the base of the White Mountain range of New Hampshire, the school has attracted an elite attendance."

I hum. "So...for snobs." I grimace. Nothing worse than self-entitled children.

Jeremy adjusts his glasses. "Fairly correct, Sir..."

"Continue." I look out of the window, thinking two steps ahead.

"The current Headmistress - Francine March - has managed to keep a tight lid on the infamous incidents surrounding the school as of late...but I managed to source a few titbits..." Jeremy looks up. His face tightens, eyes bugging from his skull. "...This school seems cursed."

"Possibly..." I sigh. "Continue, Jeremy. Or pass me the file so I can read."

"N-No, no..." Jeremy takes a second to compose himself. "In the last two years, the school has plagued by accidents. And...deaths."

"Pass me the file." I say sternly. Jeremy forfeits the paperwork.

I skim through the bulk of it, highlighting mentally what I need to know for my meeting with the Headmistress.

In April, 1013, a Junior was found dead in their room. It was ruled a suicide.

In June, 2013, two Seniors died in a mountaineering accident during class hours. The teacher was subsequently fired.

In January, 2014, a Freshman drowned in the nearby lake.

"Fascinating..." I mumble. I picked brilliantly.

"Mr. Caville. We're entering the grounds."

"Marvellous," I smile, handing the work back to Jeremy. "I want you to take notes."

Jeremy clenches his jaw. "May I be as bold to ask you a question, Sir?"

I rest my hand on the door handle. "You may."

"...Why are we interfering with Haversmith Academy? Surely...being a private school...it's out of your jurisdiction...?"

I smile wryly. Clever child. "I'm still allowed to visit. I have that power."

"But no power to make a difference," Jeremy reminds me. "The...board has power."

"I know," I open the door. "I'm just going to look around."

It's expected of me to stay within my realm of power - helping inner-city schools, strapped by poverty and violence.

But this school ticks every button that has been set by...them.

They are the perfect candidates. Truly.

Jeremy follows me out of the car. I look up at the gigantic building. It almost pokes the clouds above. Just from here, Haversmith Academy seems to contain at least seven floors.

The large doors open. A small, petite woman with blonde hair comes trotting out.

She looks far too young to be the Headmistress.

"Hello," She smiles, grinning from ear-to-ear. "Ms. March is up in her office. She's ready for you, Sir." She squeaks, peppy.

Jeremy stands beside me. I can almost feel him blushing. "Thank you very much." I nod. "And your name is...?"

She grins. "Anabel, Sir. It's a pleasure to meet you...and welcome to Haversmith Academy."


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