Spy Mage System
Chapter 10

Chapter 10: An Assassin For Me

Before long enough the day was prepared to end. It was significantly more straightforward to replace out about how to battle by utilizing your wand, practically like a stick or some likeness thereof.

Now, I comprehend the nuts and bolts of the second rate class, you know – exactly how to punch and kick. Likewise that class was the main combat class to have a male teacher in this foundation.

Mr. Drails advised me to head outside, and all the others left for the evening, so it was simply us and the person who drives us.

“So, how do you think your first time in those classes was?” he asked. I shrugged. They weren’t awesome without a doubt, but I’d say that I gleaned some significant experience of data.

“Fine I guess,” I responded.

“Well, at least it wasn’t your worst first day,” he said.

I nodded, but then something crossed my mind and I felt like-excuse me-I know this is the perfect time to ask him. I need to replace out why I have a Perk but my parents don’t.

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“So you know that special power you said I have,” I asked. “The Perk of great strength I believe. I have a question, why do my parents not have it, and no I don’t want to hear complications.”

“Well, it is complicated.”

“And I know that.”

“So.”

“Just tell me how it’s complicated,” I said. “I really want to know.”

Mr. Drails sighed deeply and he looked at me with sincere eyes. “Now, your parents really wanted to have a normal life, and they decided to give their power to me to continue somewhat of their legacy. But they gave birth to you before they transferred the power over to me,” he said. “It’s just the simple way, but don’t you mention this to anyone.”

“I’m quite aware of that fact,” I said, feeling a bit relieved from the answer. It made sense, and I’m not mad at them. I would do that for my child as well, because I wouldn’t want to do this either-I think.

“Okay, I’ma drop you off okay,” he said. “Right at the front of your house.”

Then, he opened up a portal that rippled through and manifested into my view.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Connor,” he said, giving a small wave to me. I did the same and walked through, replaceing myself in front of the house once again.

I sighed, thinking about all that has happened.

I made new friends and I also made new enemies as well, but I felt sort of excited to come back once again.

I knocked on the door but no one answered. Then I rang the doorbell and eventually footsteps came near the house. The door opened and Dad, with his black hair seeming to be quite roughed up, looked at me. “So, how was the chess activity?” he asked.

I knew how to play chess a long time ago.

Obviously this was Mr. Drails was involving that as a method for concealing for me being a spy, so I played along. “It was very enjoyable to be honest, to see the children have some good times with me and know specific strategies I do,” I said. “I was not disappointed.”

Dad laughed as I came into the house. “It is exceptionally uncommon to not be disheartened in that frame of mind of things. I nearly replace it hard to trust you.”

My heart started beating quicker once he said that. But then, at that point, he put his hand on my shoulder and said, “But I know my child isn’t a liar.”

I grinned awkwardly and nodded my head, and he before long strolled off once again into the family room. I walked upstairs to my room, feeling like jumping on the bed and sleeping.

***

Yet again it was school, and it felt a lot more peculiar once I got once again to the school. I additionally found myself exceptionally crunched by the developing crowd of students strolling through the corridor.

When everybody at long last got into the building, they started to spread to their lockers and discuss things I didn’t want to pay attention to.

Then, at that point, as I went to my storage, I saw Greg coming my direction. I felt significantly better to see Greg by and by, after an entirely different climate from the YMPA foundation, in spite of the fact that I would go to just after school.

“Hey, Connor,” he said with a smile on his face, giving a certain resemblance to Tisiah. “Hey, T-Greg,” I said. This wasn’t a good sign, and being that I was a part of a spy agency, they could be watching me right now. I was almost about to break a barrier between my two identities.

“So, what happened on the weekend, you weren’t answering my calls,” Greg asked. “Did you go out somewhere?”

“Yeah, we actually did,” I fibbed, feeling shameful inside. Greg nodded. “Well at least I can see you here again.”

“Yeah, nice to see you too actually,” I said, closing the locker door. “Very nice to see you again.” We walked over to math class which me and him have the same class of.

The day continued to pass by and everything seemed okay, as if nothing was going to happen. I still had lunch detention, but Mom still didn’t know.

It was almost the end of the day, just one more class to go to. Science, which was ironic because this was when last time things got wrong.

As I was putting my things in the locker, my legs began to vibrate in certain snippets each time. I reached into my pocket, and I saw that it was someone I knew.

Mr. Drails.

I answered the call, and his voice seemed worried and frantic. What’s going on?

Right when everything is going right for once. No Kirk, no fights-nothing! Suddenly I’m getting a call as if I’m 911. “What’s going on?” I asked silently, looking around at the students that were moving through the school like a stampede.

“You need to get into the YMPA school, right now,” he said. “You’ll be safer there.”

“Where do I go so that I don’t get seen by a thousand students?” I asked, a bit frantic myself.

“Go into the bathroom or something,” Mr. Drails said. “We need you to go ahead and get to the school as fast as you can.”

I hung up and I glanced around, however there was somewhat disappointing. Awesome, this is my opportunity to run. I dashed through the corridors and over the corner, running straight until I put complete focus on the washroom sign.

I immediately went right to go on the men’s side and as I ran, out of nowhere an entrance brought forth directly before me, and I screeched once I went through there, not in any event, knowing whether I was at the academy or not.

I was there, but essentially let me be ready to run into the entrance as opposed to making me nearly shout to death! Out of nowhere a lot of spies were by me, keeping their eyes out as they drove me within the building.

When we got inside, Mr. Drails was simply strolling, or a greater amount of running down the steps, actually ensuring his tuxedo was still in its right position.

“Okay, what happened?” I asked.

He took a gander at me with a sharp eye and said, “A TSA professional killer attempted to kill you, but fortunately you weren’t here at the moment. We killed him when we saw him, so fortunately nobody came to kill you. You will continue your classes here today, and we’ll ensure somebody is essentially watching when they might be a threat to you, got it?”

I nodded, feeling weighty in my heart.