School Yard Games

10

Only Five

A/N: Ready for more?

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Later that evening I decided to go to the firing range, it always helped me clear my head. Other people meditated, I shot stuff. Grrr, me man. After speaking to Preston's uncle who owned and ran the firing range, I put the safety equipment on and stepped into the booth. Ah, this I know, I let out a sigh. I carried on and after ten minutes or so I noticed someone was using the booth next to me. Good shot too. I watched for a few minutes, I could see slim tanned wrists. It was a woman, niiice.

I began shooting again. After a while I noticed that if I rapid fired two shots so would the woman next to me. Alright I could play; I shot three rounds, so did she. I waited while she changed her target sheet. When the new sheet was in position she shot off eight rounds in rapid succession, all head shots- ouch. A few seconds later the target came closer, I could see she had shot a smiley face into the sheet; a bullet through each eye and the six others made up a big smile-cute. Neat trick. Good shot. Very good shot.

I made my weapon safe as I saw a blonde ponytail bounce passed my booth-Sookie?

"Sookie, wait up!" I yelled after her.

She turned round and smiled, "Not Sookie," she giggled. I could swear Sookie was standing across from me. I raised my eyebrows.

"You know my cousin?" she asked, I realised her voice was different.

"Yeah, from school," I replied, all I could think was how can cousins look so alike. Mmm the girl from the security feed perhaps?

"Oh... oh you're Principal Hotness, Sook told me all about you. I am Hadley, Sookie's cousin. You look like a good guy, if I was you I'd haul ass outta here and never look back," she said.

"Why would you say that?" I questioned.

"Because in this town the good die young, we don't need no heroes. There ain't a squat bit of difference one could make when we are all fucked," with that she spun on her heel. I grabbed her arm to stop her.

"What does that even mean?" I asked, holding her still.

"I've got to go. I've said too much already; get out while you can," she warned as her eyes glowed. I was so shocked I let go of her arm and she made a break for it. One second she was in front of me, the next she was jumping into her car. It was like she had super speed, or something.

I was left looking at her tire marks in the car park, trying to work out what had just transpired. What had she meant 'they were all fucked'? What happened to people in this town? Did the good really die young? I headed home, asking Pam to meet me there and bring the files. At the least I wanted to know what we had on Hadley, if anything.

The next day, I rose to a renewed sense of purpose. I was determined to get to the bottom of the mystery that surrounded Bon Temps. I arrived at the school early, surveyed the empty halls then settled down in the office.

Hadley had been one of the only high school drop outs, I had come across in the files since the mid nineties that was also the time when Bon Temps high began to be in the running for producing the brain box of America. She had been knocked up by the star quarter, back then Remy Savoy. They had a son Hunter. Day after the sons first birthday, Remy truck was found he had been decapitated a small amount of blood belonging to the boy was also found at the scene. Hunter was never recovered.

'The good die young' she had said. I rubbed my eyes, trying to sort the barrage of questions whizzing about my head.

Around 10.30am Pam burst into my office, with a small stack of papers, "What you got there Pam?"

"Next sessions intakes,"

"Any Nobel prize winners I should know about?" sarcasm it really is quite an unattractive quality, but it's all mine.

"There's only five."

"Nobel prize winners?" I asked confused.

She rolled her eyes, "No, no... Five kids, that's it."

"Why only five?"

"I checked at the county office thinking that the figures weren't right, thinking parents were choosing to place their kids in other schools. . .but get this; that was all the births that year for Bon Temps, so I check again to see how many kids would be coming the next year, you know to see if it was just slow year or something, only two for the next year... here were it gets real interesting birth rate began falling dramatically in this town to now where it is nonexistent. Hasn't been a pregnancy for 3 years in Bon Temps."

That would explain lack of teenage pregnancy, if the parents aren't having more kids, infertility? "What do you think it means?"

"I have no idea, just another hot topic we can add to the pile of weird," she sighed.

Four weeks had passed; I just had more question than there seems to ever be answers to, the pupils seemed to have really relaxed around us. Which also seemed like the green light for them to show their true colours. That was interesting. . .you know in a; Iam so gonna get locked up for being FUCKING INSANE if I tell anyone about this.

I had seen many things which shouldn't have been possible, little kids lifting five/ six times their own weight. In one class one kid even seemed to move a book from one end of the desk to the other all by itself. I didn't know how to feel about any of it, the thing is everyone seemed so normal. That was until they did something weird. Pam felt most of the kids were a threat to national security, I had convinced her to hold back certain information till we could determine more. That going in now could lose us possible future agents with one hell of a home field advantage. After all people here seemed to lead normal lives, they were hard working Americans. Going in guns blazing with half the facts was so not cool.

I was observing the mayhem in the hall ways when a thought occurred to me. I watched as Debbie hugged Sookie kissing her cheek she seemed to thank her for something, as soon as Debbie's back was turned Sookie's face changed from being all smiles to looking remorseful, sad even, Tara rubbed her back smiling at her like she sympathised with her touching her face putting her chin up. The whole thing was odd. Whatever Sookie had done to the Pelt girls bared heavily on her. She hadn't wanted to do it. I can't say I was sorry they were model pupils now, courteous, hardworking what ever had been done was a result for everyone, even the girls seemed happier. I was a fan.

The thought that struck me was; what if the threat to national security weren't these brilliant kids but an outside source. That in fact, what if these kids were the victims in some way? Hadn't Pam joked that the FBI just needed to come here for recruitment drive? Had De Castro? Did he think he had come to super soldiers 'R' us?

Sookie hadn't looked happy going with De Castro. She had healed super fast, in my mind she had been there when he died. Could he have found out about them and forced her to go with him. Did Sookie kill De Castro and if so was it to protect herself, Bon Temps high?

Had not the last Principal died to protect Sookie, gunned down in front of this very school ever since then Quinn had been her body guard, picking her up to and from school. Say what you want about Sookie but she is good for the school, it needs her.

I was glad when the day ended I had stayed late going over some of the schools financials, on top of everything else I was supposed to be doing the Principals job too, so there were days that felt like there was not enough hours in them.

Major answers coming in the next chapters, I promise. . .So guys thoughts? Are you enjoying the story?