So. The end of the first chapter has gone and the beginning of the second chapter arrives! This story is a lot harder to write about than initially anticipated, but I am so excited about it! I know you're all waiting for Joey to pop up. I assure you he will. He has a very, small part in this chapter, but the whole thing sort of sets off here. A lot of this chapter, (or the beginning half anyway), is Seto rambling on about stuff. I had to put his opinion on life in to make it seem more realistic and to let the reader know what Seto feels. If that's boring I give a thousand apologies, (please don't hate me!). One more thing, the tense of this story is told at weird angles, if you noticed. One minute it's in the past and the other it's present. It's actually supposed to be like that. It gives the story a weird perspective, I know, but you're not supposed to know or be able to figure out if Seto is still an assassin or if he has given it up from the point of view he uses. Sorry if that's confusing, but it does actually make sense if you consider it. And I am NOT trying to make Seto sound like a wimp or like a push-over at all in this story. Please, please, please tell me if he does. I must revise it immediately! Anyway, reviewers! Thank you all!
And for more personal thanks, I give you my responses:
Flame Swordswoman: Congratulations! You are my first reviewer! YAY! Thank you so so much for bothering to read my story. It really is awesome to be the first to review…isn't it? You, like, start the whole story in motion…ok, I'm babbling. Jou will be here very soon…very soon…(looks behind back)….very soon… Glad you like the title, gives me promise. Please stick with the story, I need your opinion First Reviewer! (Oh and sorry about my other story. I didn't like the way it was going…so it is no more.) Review, please!
Sapphire Crescent: Wow…such a long review! I LOVE THAT! Thank you so so so so so so much. Really. Kaiba being an assassin is very original. I was trying to go for that, but not to make it sound farfetched. For YGO, though, we can all make a little exception…lol! My writing is…alas…good? Thanks! I don't think I'm that good, but I'm really glad you like it. I tired to, (and still am trying to), make this story sound like it really is being told by Seto Kaiba. He would have a serious, clean style. He wouldn't be all over with flowery anecdotes and whatever, and he's not supposed to be a madman. The way I'm writing this story is supposed to define that…though I'm not sure how far it'll go with my skill, (or…lack thereof). Anyway…your narrator sounds pretty cool. If that's what you like, go with it! Really, you're not weird…(not VERY, anyway. Just kidding.) Hmmm…Calvin and Hobbes…I was going for a more "Kill Bill" kind of thing. NOT a copy or anything like that, but it is my inspiration for this story, (and I obviously don't own it at all). But if you like the CH thing, have fun. Onto, your thought about Kaiba being an assassin, (the basic plot of the whole thing, oh and Mokuba does indeed prove that Kaiba has a heart, if only a very small one. He also makes Kaiba a little saner and a lot less bloodthirsty, more on that in the story). Whenever thinking about assassination…(ok, that sounded weird)…I always picture Kaiba. I don't know why. To me, he just depicts the role with perfection. It suites him. Bossed around? Yeah…that was the only part of the story that didn't make much sense to me while writing it. Sorry, (blushes). Try not to think of it as him being forced to and bossed around, but picture him as being trapped. It makes a teeny bit more sense. Once again, I can't defend myself on that one, and I apologize if it took away from the story, (and your imagination must be pretty good. Your on how can it not be?). Oh…Joey will get worked into this story. I do promise, (and thank you for your trust!). Emotion is a key to this story, as well as any story. I know what you mean, (aww…don't be depressed), and he will be human. One question about what you wanted, though: Fear or anguish? Not too sure which one should prevail when I do write about it…love to hear your opinion. You like it overall. OMG, YAY! Thank you! Stories like this are kind of hard to sink into at first, hard to grasp away from reality for a second. Things get kinda interesting with Jou and Seto, (smiles). I can't wait either, (now if I could only figure out how to put it into this…I'm working on it). Don't be sorry for reviewing! I so love hearing your opinion! If anything, I should be apologizing for the long and boring response. Being carried away is fun, but I took up a whole page. Oh and I'm not criticizing grammar or spelling, (you should see my own sometimes…especially at 12:30 in the morning…oh wait that really is what time I'm writing this). Thank you again for reviewing, can't wait until your next one! Please read this chapter! Thanks, again!
Fire Kitten: WOW! You read and reviewed my story! YAY! Thank you so much! I was so waiting for you to…thank you. Now about what you commented on: Summaries are sort of like the most memorable part of a story. Glad you liked it! Seto is evil…(laughs maniacally). Don't we all love that? Lol, he is my oni-chan…(stares dreamily into the space in front of her). Come on…katana over gun ANY day. I just have a fixation with the katana and katana swordsmanship, (or swordswomanship in many cases). And Seto using a katana to cause pain. Lol, my stupid obsessions…I also don't believe that gun-using requires skill, and I don't like it that much. So he has a katana. Don't you just LOVE it? Kaiba with dyed hair…hmm, thought about it…don't know how I feel. I can safely say he will not dye his hair in my story, (I'll try to make it a "thing"), so don't fret. But you have to admit that black hair and blue eyes and katana-wielding capabilities are awesome when mixed up into such a man as is Seto Kaiba. Jou will be here, promise. He's coming….he's coming…lol. Original AND has potential? Greatest compliment ever, thanks. I'll do my best to honor it. My writing is…ok? You think that you couldn't have written it better? WOW! Such flattering…and I don't even think I deserve it. Long chapters are always better, I think. And, yes, the last line will set the story in motion, (alas! A foreshadow emerges from the depths of Seto's lament!). The pup has a big part in this story…trust me. I promise not to give up this story, I guess I just like it too much. Beautiful…aww…thanks. I update usually on weekends, just so you know, (but it is not a religious thing for me. I'm busy a lot). WOW! It's actually on your Favorites? I am so so so so so so so so happy! (does dance) YAY! Once more, thank you for reviewing, and please continue reading. It'll get better…I think. Until next we speak, farewell, (wow…I almost sounded like Seto there. Cool.)
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Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. There are also mentions of books in here that I definitely do not own at all, (not even the tiniest drop), and won't even try to take credit for because they are so wonderful.
Chapter 2: Summons
Despite what you may think, killing people by night and then living a normal life is actually not impossible. Difficult would be a better word. Extremely difficult.
But I do have things that make me go on each day: Kaiba Corporations, Mokuba, school. Yes, I go to school. I even wear that damn uniform that is required for some ungodly reason, (that accursed blue fucking body suit), and it does make even me look like I just graduated preschool. But I also blend in a little better. It's hard, you know, owning a company and being the richest and most famous man in the world. You get a lot of undesired attention, (especially for me, who by safety rights should be the most inconspicuous person ever to walk the earth). Sometimes I question my employers' smarts to pick a popular man such as myself to do the work they require. It seems foolhardy to me.
The nights that I have a hit finished, however, I tend to go to school early. Extremely early at about 4:30 in the morning when not even the janitors are there. You see my insomnia is not only my ability to kill, it is also my inability to sleep after the fact, (which is in truth the definition of the word). The school is sometimes my haven when it's dark and too early for anyone to be awake. I know that sounds improbable, why would a kid like going to school? But I am not a kid. And yet I do need an education. It's the one thing in my life I feel like I'm missing. I need nothing else besides my diploma, which I never got when I was of the proper age for reasons concerning my parents, (or my lack of parents).
On the night I killed Theodore L., I took a hot shower to cleanse my self of his blood and any incriminating evidence. Watching the blood drip off of me and swirl into the drain was sort of like a rude reminder of what I had done, the sin I committed. Thoughts come to you sometimes when you're alone, faced with your own self. Scary thoughts, unpleasant ones. I needed to clear my mind and let the night end in a place of solitude, (and Kaiba Corp. is not always the best of places for this as it is a constant reminder of my secret). I needed the school.
So, I put on the loathsome uniform, (which I kept in a separate closet away from my torrents of black clothing that I used only for assassination purposes). The lights were on while I did this to scare away any ghosts of the fat man from earlier on in the evening, (even though I don't believe in ghost, I assure you). I got a good look at myself in the mirror, a scrutinizing look because I could actually see myself. The dark blue of the Domino High uniform contrasted with my eyes, which were so lighter shades of blue that you could see them even more. The odd shape of my hair made me look next to normal, but not exactly. The color was ordinary enough, brunettes are common, but there was something about it that just made me different. Maybe it was the fact of knowing who I am that was so out of the ordinary.
I turned away from the door-length mirror that hung on my wall, disgusted with what I found there. One day, I would take that mirror down. No, I would rip it down and shatter the glass into a million pieces and laugh as the shards sunk into my skin and made me bleed. Destroy once and for all the monster that lived inside the mirror whenever I looked into it. That would be so much better. But not that night. I needed to go to school.
Before leaving my home, I went to where Mokuba lay sleeping on the couch where I left him. He was, remarkably, still sleeping. Amazing. I could just pass him by and he wouldn't even know. My secrets flaunted themselves in front of him and he lay asleep. I smiled inwardly as I looked at him. He was the one thing that lay untainted in this world. In a way, he held my innocence as well as his own.
A shadow crossed my thoughts suddenly. What would happen if I lost him? What would there be to keep me sane and human? The answer was nothing.
Unnerved, I picked up Mokuba, ever so lightly and gently, and silently carried him up to his bed. I tucked him in, making him as comfortable as possible. I thought for a moment about what he was dreaming but quickly dropped the subject. He was still young. Of what importance were dreams? I shook my head and left my brother where he was. Preserving a child takes time and leaving them on their own ages them. I knew this perfectly well, (just look at me. My childhood had been taken from me like a toy pried from the hands of an unwilling 4-year-old). But I wanted to let Mokuba age whatever way he would, (as long as it didn't mean finding out about my secret).
Some people who think they know me will say that I never go anywhere without taking my limousine. The same people would probably say, "Seto Kaiba? An assassin? Get real and go to hell with your lies." For you see, I only take a limousine when I want or feel like I have to. Any other time, I prefer walking. Why take a car and depend on the piece of machinery to make it to your destiny when you can walk on your own? Besides, on warm nights when the smell of blood lingered on me even after a boiling hot shower the wind and the solitude helped to cleanse you. Or at least it did to me.
Thus it was that I left my house and went to walk my way to Domino High. The night air was colder than I had thought it would be, (after all, it was a day in October), but I don't really mind the cold as much as I do the heat. I hate the summer months. There's no school to retreat to, (I don't go to summer school because I have work to do on Kaiba Corp.), people stay up later and walk around a lot, etc. The list goes on, but all you really need to know is that the summer makes it ever more difficult to do my job. Not my Kaiba Corp. job.
The school isn't far from my house, only a few miles. Considering the distance my home is from everything else, that's not far at all. I live away from the world and I have no problem with it. Why would you want to share your property with someone else? I hear tell that some neighbors are annoying and don't let you live o your own. If that happened to me…well, I would kill my neighbors.
Assuming that you know the appearance of the high school, you would know how it stands out above everything else in the town. There is a clock on the front side of a tower in the middle o the school. The sun was not up at 4:27 in the morning and the darkness of the night was still on full throttle. The white background of the clock contrasted with the blackness of the night. I saw every number in it perfectly.
Emotions can be connected to certain places and buildings. School held more than one for me. The smell of the school, (that pencil-sharpened, polished-floor, new textbook smell that accompanied all schools), made me feel like I was outside of something. I don't know why, but I was reminded of the fact that school was for people with normal lives and normal jobs and slept-in beds from the night before. Not for me. The appearance of the school, though, was a different thing entirely. It wasn't very big, (vertically anyway as it only had about two floors), but it stretched over a very large area. Parts of it snaked around and made it longer than any other building in town. In this, it was unique. A comfort to me.
The sand in front of the school made me walk with slight noises, which I hated, but I enjoyed the familiarity of it. Looking in the window of the front door, I saw the gleam of fresh floors, but that was all. Empty. Dark. The school. These were all synonyms. There was a black peace inside it and I wanted to get it before the sun came up.
Obviously, the school was locked. But all locks had flaws, mistakes to be paid for in breakages. I took out a wire from my briefcase, (which served as a metal backpack for me when I was at school and an actual briefcase when I was at Kaiba Corp.). It slipped in easily to the lock on the door. This was not my first time doing this. I had long since modeled the wire after the school's rudimentary lock.
One simple click and the school opened to me. I pushed the door in with a slight creak on the hinges and stepped in. The smell washed over me. This was where I could not be myself for a while, step outside of the life I hated. I could go wherever I wanted to in this school, (well, after I turned the security alarm off which I did directly after wafting in the scent. I have to say now that the alarm was as primitive and easily broken as the lock on the door).
My shoes squeaked on the polish of the tile. The sounds I made while walking echoed all over the walls, bouncing back at me to make me feel alone with myself. I felt weird, but happy that nothing could interrupt me while I was here.
I went to my first period class, the darkness engulfing me as I broke the lock of that door as well. I hated my first period class, (English studies, which meant that I had to read books like To Kill a Mockingbird and The Scarlet Letter that I had read when I was in diapers at most), but liked where I sat. Right in the back corner of the room farthest away from Yugi Moutou, who was in my class much to my dismay. But in darkness the English room was devoid of any other students except me, which left me time to enjoy it.
The desks held memories of their many owners which would come during the day in about three hours. I walked by them on my way to my own desk thinking of the people that sat there, (none of which I knew other than my enemy). The kids who sat there hated me, thought I was spoiled. Amazing, though, how little I cared.
I walked to my seat and sat in it, placing my briefcase down beside me. I sighed and tried to think clearly of something—anything other than the thoughts which still clung to me. I forced my breath to come in soft, slow, rhythmic lengths. I felt tired suddenly. My arms folded themselves on the desk and I put my head in them. My breath was natural now. Slowly, my eyes closed. I remember thinking, "Who will run my company when I'm dead?" for no reason at all. Then my thoughts meshed and I lost them. All I recollect is that I felt peaceful, an odd emotion for a killer, don't you think?
I don't recall falling asleep but I must have because the next thing I honestly do remember was my teacher, Mrs. Loughin, with her hand on my elbow saying gently, "Seto? Seto? Seto?"
Unused to the sudden company and hateful of being disturbed, I jumped awake and glared at her. "What?" I asked, violently.
Mrs. Loughin looked at me slightly nervous; she was the only one who thought I was capable of more than just harsh words. I disliked how intelligent she was to be correct. It was better when people thought the wrong thing about me. "You…were sleeping. School will start soon." She turned and walked to her desk.
Still half asleep with the final remnants of peace clinging to my mind I darted my eyes around the room, making sure no one but Mrs. Loughin had seen my sudden vulnerability. There was no one. The sun was pouring into the room through the wide windows and I realized I slept for a few hours. The time was 7:08. The first bell would ring in two minutes. Jesus Christ, that was close. I cursed myself for falling asleep.
What had I dreamed about? I couldn't recall. Normally my sleep was plagued with nightmares, brutal ones of my childhood and hits. My stepfather, even though he was without a doubt dead, was always there. I thought of some of the recent ones I had had.
Mrs. Loughin said something. I heard her voice as if it were in slow motion and didn't answer.
"Seto?"
I jerked at my name. "What?" I asked again.
"I asked you if you had a tough night last night and decided to break into school to sleep." Why were English teachers so goddamn smart?
She was looking at me from behind magnifying spectacles that made her look like an insect. I want to squash the insect…but instead I replied with another question, "This concerns you how? And why?"
She shrugged and her eyes went back to the paper in her hands. "I was just asking." English teachers are an annoyance. They never use incomplete sentences and correct you if you do. They like to prove what they know. But English is so boring. Japanese is much better. Do you know Japanese, Mrs. Loughin? What if I began talking to you in Japanese, would you correct me incomplete sentences then? Or should I tell what you really are: A fat, unwedded woman who likes to be called "Mrs." only because you disgrace in knowing that you are not the ideal woman of America? Should I remind you of—
Suddenly the bell rang and I jerked again. Damn, why was I so jumpy? I passed a hand over my face and tried to relax. Nothing was going to happen, it was just school.
But this as the part of school I hated. The part when everyone started pouring in and chatting. One by one, students walked into my class with friends cajoling and flirting and what-not kids did with each other, (I didn't really want to know). I looked at my desk, trying to be inconspicuous, even though everyone stole at least one glance at me before returning to their business.
My enemy with the three colors in his hair, (I'm sure you've heard of him before me), entered at about 7:20, way after the first bell had rung. He was always late, always full of flaws. Why was he better than me? My hate for him attacked my heart again.
"Yugi, why are you late?" Why do you ask Mrs. Loughin? You know the answer already.
"I slept late," I whispered under my breath. No one heard.
"Sorry, I slept late, Mrs. Loughin." Yugi threw her a smile that made her shake her head and say, "Oh just go sit down and stop disturbing class." He made his way to his seat and opened his notebook to the page we were at.
"Now, class," Loughin began. "When last we met, we discussed how Atticus explained to Jem that he could shoot all the blue jays he wanted, but it was a sin to kill a mockingbird. Does anyone remember why?"
Someone raised their hand and answered, "Because all they do is make music for us."
She beamed. "Yes, good. Now, can anyone predict how this will relate to the title of the novel?" I snorted. That's a tough one, Mrs. Loughin. Can you say that in Japanese?
I tuned myself out of the class. I was still thinking derogatory things about her when I looked out the open door of my classroom. Watching it for a few minutes I saw something that almost made me throw-up.
Two policemen stood at the door, knocking. Immediately I was at attention. This was the end. I was done. I had been spotted by someone. It was a set-up last night. There were neighbors…somehow…and they had seen me. I would go to jail and be killed. My company would destroy itself and Mokuba would have to go back to the orphanage because his brother wasn't good enough to keep a steady life and had to be eliminated by the law. Oh Mokuba I'm sorry….
"Oh, yes? Can I help you?" Mrs. Loughin seemed surprised but I felt like I was already dying. Oh well. At least it would all be over. I would face my punishment like a man. I began to stand up, but then they said, "Jennifer Loughin? We need to speak with you for a moment." I sat down and glanced around making sure no one had seen me, but they were fascinated by our teacher's dilemma.
"What happened?" Her face was turning red and she looked afraid. Whispers were rising and I had to admit I was fascinated as well. Relief that I still had a secret in me helped.
"We really need to talk to you outside."
"A-alright…" She went with them out the door.
I stretched my hearing to the door to hear the conversation, (easy to do for me).
"Mrs. Loughin," the policemen said. "We're sorry to be the ones to tell you this, but your brother has died."
Her breath caught and she squeaked out, "Theodore? Oh my God, what happened?"
"It seems he was murdered some time in the night. Decapitation. We have no further information at this point in time. We're deeply sorry."
"Oh my God…Oh my God…" She began shaking but was too shocked to cry.
Theodore L. Theodore Loughin. Her brother. It made sense…a cruel kind of sense. She wasn't married so her name wouldn't have changed…I had killed her brother last night. Holy fuck.
Such is the way with death and politics. They had told me this once. I remembered it well.
I closed my eyes. Immediately I felt sorry for all the things I had thought about her. Gomen nasai, Loughin-san, ("I'm sorry Mrs. Loughin" in Japanese).
Mrs. Loughin was crying now. Sobbing, actually. You could hear her down the hall. "Who would do such a horrible thing!" she cried out.
Goddamn my job. It messed with my life. I have to tell you that I was tempted to go and turn myself in. But, alas, I was too much of a coward.
The police took her away for some questions about her brother. The principal had gotten a substitute for us for the day, but every single teacher was so upset about what had happened that we were basically allowed to do whatever we wanted for the rest of the day. The sub spent first period talking to Mr. Crayton, the teacher next door.
I tried to think of what Mrs. Loughin would do if she knew that one of her own students had killed her brother. "Seto! Why!"
"Why", Mrs. Loughin? I couldn't say. It has to do with politics you see…your brother may not have been as honest with you as you thought. He pissed off the wrong people, but not me, just my employers…
Whatever. It really wasn't any of my concern. This had happened before, my jobs affecting my life in odd ways, but never so close as one of my teachers. But I guess it didn't really matter, (or so I told myself).
The rest of the day went by in a stupor for me. All the teachers seemed completely messed up. They didn't know whether they should teach or offer guidance and explanations about death to the students. By sixth period, every single soul in the school knew what happened.
People forget about me being me when things go crazy at school. That was the only good thing about it.
Well, that is, people in general forget about me. There are a few who don't.
Like Yugi and his pathetic friends.
By some cruel twist of the stars, Yugi and Company happen to have the same lunch period as I do. I sit as far away from them as possible. I also don't eat my lunch; I am not a big fan of eating. I eat only when I have to and no sooner or later. Normally I spend the period with my laptop in front of me checking what went on in my company since I left.
Just when I had managed to completely forget about my hell of a morning and get into my Chief Executive Officer, (CEO), life, Yugi came bouncing over to my table, (which no one sat in but I).
"Hey, Kaiba," he offered in that childish voice he had that made my skin crawl.
I closed my eyes in annoyance and said, "Yugi, you may not sit there."
"I'm not sitting. I'm standing." Damn. "Hey, what did you think about Mrs. Loughin this morning? We were, like, in that period, it's pretty weird…" I heard the chair squeak against the floor as he pulled it out.
"Yugi you may not sit there." I was giving him my coldest voice.
"Kaiba…are you ok?"
My eyes shot open. "What do you mean?" Looking at him, I saw that his round purple eyes were wide with unspoken concern. What the hell was this?
"I saw the way you looked when the police came. You looked pretty freaked, like you wanted to run away or something. And then when Mrs. Loughin got…the news…" (here his eyes darken and he looked away for a moment. I should have known that I weak heart like Yugi's would have been broken by such a thing.) "…you seemed ready to scream out loud."
"I did not," I hissed at him, even though I knew it was true. He missed nothing.
"Yeah, you did. So, I was just wondering if everything was okay. Is something wrong with Mokuba, or your company? Because if there is, I could—.."
"I'm fine Yugi. Mind your own damn business and leave me alone." I wanted him to stop talking to me. He was right and I hated it.
His eyes told me he felt hurt for a moment. But then the hint was gone and he said, "Alright, Kaiba. I'll leave you alone, if that's what you want. Though I don't think it is…but it's your decision." I nodded, trying to swallow my anger.
Just as he was about to leave, the mutt came over to us. His yellow hair practically floated above his head it was so matted. His brown eyes glittered with irritation at something, (probably me), that I felt myself. I thought, "We have something in common, pup." His uniform was slopped over himself and wrinkled like he barely had time to put it on properly. It hung open at the collar, I realized, because he was missing a few buttons. He had one hand jammed in his pocket and the other dangling oddly at his side. He carried himself awkwardly, but used to the awkwardness, like it suited him just fine or something. That annoying look of defiance to me plastered all over his face, he said, "What's da matter Yuge? Is Kaiba givin' ya trouble?"
I sighed. A double dose of friendship and aggravation in one period. This wasn't my day. "Oh, hello Mutt. How nice of you to join us. Pull up a chair, even though you may not sit in it."
"Oh, do you want us to stay, Kaiba?" Yugi asked hopefully. Damn, poor choice of sarcasm.
"No, actually, I do not."
Wheeler shrugged and said, "Well, your loss, Kaiba. Come on, Yuge, I need help wit my math homework."
Yugi sighed and said, "Sure Joey. I'll see you later Kaiba?" He asked the last part, as if wanting my approval.
"I hope not," I replied. With another sigh, they left.
I turned back to my computer but knew the day was never going to be the same after I had run into Yugi and Wheeler. Something about the pup got me angry, but, (it's embarrassing to say this myself), I liked that kind of anger. It was…weird. That's why sometimes I picked a fight with him, to get that likeable anger over me. I can't explain it.
I was thinking of Wheeler when out of the absolute blue my cell phone rang. People turned to stare at me because there were no cell phones allowed in school, (and I had stupidly forgot to put it on vibrate before I left). I looked at each and every one of them while the stupid jingle on the phone called out. The look on my face made them turn back to their food and conversation in fear. I had a power over the kids at my school, an unspoken one, but it was definitely very strong to silence them with a look, (the only exceptions to this were Yugi and his followers).
I took out my phone and looked at the caller-number. It said "BLOCKED" in big digital letters. My heart skipped a beat. I only knew of one caller that would block their phone number and they never called me at school unless it was an absolute emergency.
Shakily, I put the phone to my ear and said, "What is it?"
The gruff voice on the other end replied, "Go to the office. Now. No exceptions."
"But I'm at school. I told you not to call me when I'm at—.."
"And we said no exceptions. If you're not there in ten minutes say good-bye to your life." He hung-up.
What was going on? What could be so urgent that I had to cut out of school and go to their "office", (what they called their meeting place, which was in all actuality an office, but set-up in an abandoned dentist's agency that was still intact and not dilapidated in the least bit. I think the dentist who had previously ran his practice there had been killed, but I don't know the whole story). What was more, I never even went to their office anymore. They usually just called and gave me directions and a name of my next victim.
This was too weird. I have to admit that while I slipped cautiously out of school I felt extremely nervous. The summons they had given me was unnatural.
I left school property with sadness in my heart. Perhaps I was going to my death.
I had no way of knowing that I was not going to my death, but rather the change of my life.
A/N: I'm sorry if that's a little suspenseful and if this chapter was a disappointment to you all. The next one will be extremely long and fun I promise! I just had to have some transition between then and now, (and besides this chapter was too long to put anything else in, 10 pages!). Once again I do not own any of the reference to TKAM, but for those of you who know me, you know that I like this story so very much and had to put something about it here.
Anyway, please review! I'm anxious to know what you thought of this chapter!