Authors Note: I made this chapter short simply because the name does not match if I were to add more to it. Therefore, I updated twice.
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Chapter Two: Mr. Grayson
"Hey Alfred, I'm about to leave," Richard called into the big kitchen, in hopes he wouldn't hear an answer. He hated having to check in to somebody; they all knew he had to leave at a certain time everyday.
He could almost hear Bruce's voice, "Why didn't you check in? You know it's for your safety! If someone powerful decided that I needed to be killed or maimed they would either kill me or go after you! What if they decided to go after you?!"
"Not so fast Master Richard," Alfred came around the corner from another room.
"Ugh," Richard groaned and readjusted his book. His white button up shirt suddenly felt too tight as the eyes of Alfred poured into his soul.
"Hush now, I was simply going to give you a ride. There was an accident on the main highway, and Master Bruce wishes that you do not drive it," Alfred smiled politely and walked through one of the hallways that lead to the extensive garage.
Seconds later, a sleek black Chrysler 300 with tinted black bullet proof windows and a thin but sturdy layer of Adamantium, which could get hit by a rocket launcher without getting a scratch on it.
Alfred gave the car a light purr and made his way from the driveway to the road. Thirteen minutes into the car ride (Richard was counting due to his OCD) he spotted one black car engulfed in sickening flames. The car sat in the middle of firefighters and ambulances, one ambulance was rushing off as they pulled slowly by due to lane redirection.
A few minutes later they pulled in front of MurakamiAcademy. Richard got out and thanked Alfred, then hurried inside. Maybe someone knows what happened.
He spotted Rachael in their first period Biology class. She was perched on a lab station with a book labeled "Into the Dark," in her hands. Richards curiosity flared and he wondered what the book was about. He set his school biology book beside her and smiled when she looked up.
"Hey Richard," She offered with a light smile.
"Hey," he turned more serious, "Did you see that wreck not too far outside the school?"
She frowned, "No, what did the car look like?"
DING! The bell rang.
Mr. Neil Richards, the chemistry teacher, walked through the door and glared at Rachael.
"Oi, Miss Roth, ge'off my lab station or I will've you escorted to Dean Bloods office," He snarled.
Mr. Richards wore a hideous dark and light green plaid suit jacket and a brown striped tie. His orange hair looked combed and clean.
Rachael blushed and hopped down, "I'm sorry, Mr. Richards."
The students started to file in slowly and fill seats; class went on. By the time lunch came, the school was buzzing with whispered knowledge of the wreck. Some of the whispers were so absurd that it was a wonder, at such a prestigious school, that anyone believed them.