There are usually two types of killers.

1. There's the type to murder in cold blood and find it as a way of life. You could probably here them saying "He was going to die eventually" Or pull a Moriarty and go "That's what people DOOOOO"

2. There's the second type- the type to kill to save the innocent and still feel guilty that he took a life.

I hope we both see which one is better.

It's Monday and I still hate this school. I wish I could be back out there fighting an unknown enemy
but still fighting.
"Ms Carter, who do you think you are daydreaming in this class and what not" the twelfth grade English teacher demanded her pointer stick slamming down against my desk. Yes twelfth grade English was taught to 14/15 year olds at this school. And yes she used a pointer stick. I contemplate what I should say finally settling with,
"Ms. Umbridge (I'm serious that's her name) who do you think you are, assuming things. I'm offended." I ended all that with a perfectly straight face sometimes I surprise even myself. The glare she shot me was the fiercest I've received from a teacher at this school yet.
"One more step out of line and It'll be straight to the headmistress office for you" she threated.
"Teachers these days" I mumble whilst rolling my eyes. Adding with a raise of volume, I say "As a matter of fact Mrs Morgan and I are getting fully acquainted you know if you take in the fact that I get sent there more times than class."
"And whose fault is that?"
"Well, I'm not the imbecile giving myself the detention slip so…"
Needless to say, I got sent out.

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P&E is what a normal person would title as 'Gym on Steroids'. Six kilometre runs are what we categorise as warm-umps and being fit is not a need it's a must. Maybe that's why almost everyone in this school looks like models. You learn how to punch hard enough to break a nose, dislocate a shoulder etc and if you are on the Covert Operations track you also learn how to shoot, through a knife etc.
It turns out the Mr. Solomon was substituting P&E today much to my displeasure. So when he asked everyone to form a circle and called on me I wasn't surprised. The sweaty panting group of kids stepped aside to let me into the inside of the circle.
"Ms. Jones into the circle" Mr Solomon called. Ms Jones obeyed the order and stepped into the circle. Ms Jones AKA Maria was big. She was made of muscles, acne and a scowl as she regarded me an unwelcome interloper into a close knit cohort. She stood on the balls of her feet and due to the extra muscle on her right arm rather than the left it was obvious that she favoured her right arm.
"You two" Mr Solomon says "Will fight until one combatant hits the floor and remains thre for four seconds. Questions, anyone?" I raise my hand.
"Yes Ms Carter?"
"What happens when we win"
"You'll find out if you win" He replies meaning I wouldn't find out at all. "Anyone else?" He was met with silence.
"Okay one the count of three" Mr Solomon starts, "One"
Maria smirks and gets into place.
"Two"
She looks at me with a smirk that I know I can wipe off her face. I know I shouldn't fight because if I do, I'll blow my cover at worst but if she swings first I know I'll end up winning in ten seconds or less.
"Three, go"
So I take the first swing right where she can take me down, but she doesn't. Instead she rolls to the floor and tries to grip my leg and yank me down, which is extremely stupid (Since I can kick her in the face and leave her an eye so black people will be questioning if they're seeing her sould instead) but I let her anyway. I was feeling generous so I didn't kick her in the face after all. The fight is done in less than twenty seconds and ends with my face on the floor. Mr Solomon doesn't even bother to congratulate Maris. Instead he glares at me. I pretend to be busy dusting off my dark attire instead of meeting his glare with and even fiercer one. I casually start to make my way out of the crowd when Mr Solomon's sharp voice makes me freeze in place.
"Ms Jones Please leave the inner circle" Maris scowls but relents and makes her way to her friends who clap her on the back and congratulate her with smug looks on their faces.
"Ms Carter please refrain from leaving the circle. You will now be versing Ms Baxter"
"But I lost" I protest
"And that is precisely why you need to go again." I grit my teeth and scowl trying not to notice the over confident look in Bex's eyes she is top of the class for a reason.
"And Ms Carter"
"Yes sir?"
"Try this time" I try not to turn bone white at his statement and face Bex. When Mr Solomon calls go I'm ready. At first I just dodge Bex's punches but then by sheer chance my eyes meet Liz's and I remember the scathing look in her eyes when I said I could help her and I lose it.

When Bex swings at me I'm ready. I grab her arm and throw her to the floor but she is up within seconds only to be struck by my fist and this time when she landed on the floor she stayed. To say the class was surprised would be an understatement. This time when I meet Liz's eyes she looks away.

Class is up and most of the students run to the door, not sparing me a second glace or praise. But then a group of four come up to me an praise me on my quick dodges and eventual good punch. Three of them give me thumbs up while the last one Anna stays and asks me questions.
"I heard about you. You're the new girl, right? Well, anyway, you were awesome dodging her and such. No one has beaten her in ages. Good job. You have great agility and speed and you didn't even get a single scratch. I probably have the agility and speed of a walrus. A walrus I'm telling' you! And isn't this, like, the first class you actually participated in? And it's your first year and time too. I'm usually really shy but I feel like I can talk to you. You just have that vibe, ya know? So cool. And I'm not just saying that. You have mad skill. Did you join any teams back home? I bet you joined all of 'em at one point. Didn't ya?" I nod, wary of the girl who didn't have a mute button. Walrus? Teams? I have an open vibe? Since freakin' when?
"My name's Anna Fetterman, by the way." I nod. And nod and nod. Maybe that way she'll get the hell away from me. I'm not here to make friends.
"Well, anyway, let's talk later. Maybe at the movie night the girls are having tonight. Yea, I'll see you there! You just have to tell me about those sports you played." She leaves with a smile on her face. I look around the room if I forgot something (which is highly unlikely) but instead I see Mr. Solomon staring at me with a calculating expression. I quickly turn back around and casually jog to the door whilst anything but casual. He knows I've never joined a sports team in my life.

I push open the huge metal doors and they slam behind me with as much force I used to open it. According to the bang, it was a lot of force. Mr. Solomon is a trained spy. He knows that I wasn't trying the first time and that I've never played a mundane sport in my life, unless necessary. Being the Covert Operations teacher, he has probably looked through my file and did an intense background check on me. More than once. I lean against the old brick wall, out of sight to spy pupils and take a gulp of fresh air. I knew I shouldn't have winked at him. Mr. Solomon was suspicious. And that itself can almost blow my cover.

AN: YAY I updated again give me a high five I am now on a roll again let's hope it stays that way. Anyone who read the original will notice that I made a decent change in this chapter but hey I have my reasons. As always please review as it will motivate me to update sooner.