Chapter 3 – Announcements - 3rd Person/Masato's POV
Masato had met his first "Special One" and forgot about it in less than 5 minutes. That was the beauty of the powers the clan had. Viktor had no doubt whatsoever that there was other Special Ones around the world, but he considered them "unworthy" of being in the clan. They were either too good, or too untrustworthy to carry out big missions. Viktor's thoughts flickered back to what Czeb had said in last night's meeting, and fury bubbled up inside of him.
I couldn't remember what happened that morning, no matter how much I tried. I vaguely remembered seeing some sort of figure, but I guess that's what can happen when you lose your memory. English went by fast, and lucky for me. As soon as the lesson was over, I ran outside and over to the hide-out I had discovered last year. It was a rather large hallow in the biggest tree you could imagine. I had managed to make it safer to walk in, and even took the effort to put sheets inside it for added comfort. I sat in the old, slowly-rotting chair my friend Steve had kindly donated, and waited for my crew to arrive. As usual, we talked about our weekend. Matthew had managed to get tickets for Man. United v Wigan, and as usual he told us a rather long commentary for the entire match. When he finished, Josh moaned about his mum not letting him on his Xbox. Like most of us, Josh was a gamer. In fact, he liked gaming far more than most boys. He had almost every game created, and his room was basically a gaming room with a bed. His fancy HDTV made the games look even better. After a long lecture on his latest achievements on Call Of Duty, I revealed what was bugging me. My friends gasped in all the right places, and I felt more confident after I told them. "Well, how do you know you wasn't just tired?" asked Bill, frowning slightly. Bill always had something else to say, and it was normally on the opposite side of the discussion. However much he disagreed with us, he was still as loyal as a well-trained pet. "I wasn't, Bill" I insisted. "Now, shall we go onto something less depressing?" They all agreed, and we started talking about the things boys talk about. Suddenly, the bell went off, and I headed towards Maths, making sure I wasn't being followed by the school bullies. I walked into our Maths classroom, and a load of paper aeroplanes zoomed towards me. Paper planes were the school's main mailing system, and I grabbed one and opened the note inside it. "We are watching you." I shivered slightly, and opened another one. "You must die!" I started to sweat, and I realized I was in an empty classroom. It looked as if it hadn't been used for twenty years. Dust was piled up on the forgotten books, and the desks were lined in nests of spiders. I glanced at the computer next to me, and to my relief, I saw that was on. I sat down in the computer chair, wiping cockroaches and hairy spiders off it, and saw the date on the computer screen. "2021" Surely it was a system error? But the next thing I saw was a new email in the teacher's in-box. Subject: Death, it read. "We are here. Please, do not scream or shout. It will only make your death quicker. Yours sincerely, Evil." Suddenly, it came flashing to my head. "My name is Viktor, and I am evil." Was it a distant memory, or a future vision? I couldn't tell. But somehow, I felt as if it had happened just a while ago...Rapidly, I was covered in a smokescreen, and a foreign-looking official climbed through the old, cobwebbed window. "So, you're Masato. This will be quick, but rather painful. You know too much. You're too powerful for a Normal. Get ready, get set, go!" I tried to shout for help, but no sound came out of my mouth. The foreigner raised his Desert Eagle, and aimed at my head. He grinned darkly, and pulled the trigger.