CHERUB: Fitting in...

Chapter 7

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I lay on my new bed at six in the morning, glaring at the ceiling. My new handler, had prodded me for quite a few details about my past life, and was most annoyed when the answers started to get shorter and shorter. She had asked me about my life before the home, which I answered only with a glare. I wasn't about to tell anyone about the Guild of Assassins, and hopefully I wouldn't have to tell anyone about them.

Thinking about the Guild, my hand subconsciously strayed up to my left eye, around which was a scar. It was still painfully visible, being barely three weeks old. I remembered clearly as I was dragged out of the Guild, how one of my old masters had drawn his knife, and taken my face in his other hand. I remembered how he had carefully placed the blade next to my eyebrow, how he dragged it around my eye with pinpointed precision. He had thrown me back, my vision blurred on one side because of the blood running into my eye. He hadn't cared. He had turned his back on me and strode back into the Guild, leaving me to run away and try to stem the blood flow.

I sat up quickly, fists clenched in anger. I took several deep breaths to calm my mind, and got out of bed. It was six in the morning. Might as well get up. While I had been asleep, someone had been inside my room. There was a uniform and a piece of paper on the desk. I picked up the paper, a timetable, and observed it. I had all sorts of medical check-ups planned for today, and different tests arranged through-out the week to test my other skills. Ok, fair enough. I looked at the three small cardboard boxes sitting in the middle of my floor and shrugged mentally. Might as well get on with unpacking.

As I hung my calendar on the wall next to my new desk, I marked the date of the beginning of basic training. It was only a week away now, and I didn't know what to expect. I glanced at the clock. It was time for the first medical appointment already? I groaned mentally. Bad memories of the Guild medic. A MONKEY could have been more delicate with a needle!

I walked down a flight of stairs, heading for James' room. My handler told me that we would be together, as we had come from the same home at the same time. I knocked on his door. Something grunted on the other side, so I opened it. James was lying there, sprawled out on his bed, snoring. I looked stubbornly at the ceiling as I realised that he was only wearing his underwear.

"James, you do realise that it's ten to eight, and we both have the doctor at eight?"

"Mmph?" Came James' reply, before he bolted upright. "Shadow! How did you get in here?"

"The door was unlocked."

"Can you... er... get out a sec?"

I nodded my head, and leant against the wall outside the door. Doctor was first, and then onto the dentist... What fun... James at least had a decent medical record. Although, my handler had asked about jabs... I made a mental note to ask James what these 'jabs' were...