CHAPTER 1

Con stretched his legs.

But the stretching wasn’t because he was tired. The stretching was because he was bored.

The young assassin was slouched into his seat. Kaede was seated beside him and Coyote opposite him.

“I still don’t see why I have to fuckin- ” but Kaede drew her gun, aiming for his head.

“Where you’re going, you’re not allowed to swear. At any one.”

Con looked scandalized and turned to everyone’s favorite Thief. Coyote shrugged and shook his head.

“The rest of them decided that this would be best for you. After all, you’d benefit the most from it. You’re the trigger happy one.”

Con groaned silently and Kaede pulled the gun away from his head.

“Oh yes, and one more thing,” Kaede began as the car they were in suddenly began to slow.  Con moved his head towards Barefoot, to indicate he was listening. She extended her hand.

“Give me the guns. Now.”

“N-no! You can’t!” Con cried, thrusting his hands into his pockets and pulling out the automatic pistols. This time, Coyote pulled his gun on Con and Con looked even more scandalized that his one of his favorite people had pulled a gun on him.

“Give her the guns, Con. It’s the only way.”

Con groaned even louder this time and handed the guns over to Kaede. She took them and hid them behind her back and sat and crossed her legs as the car came to a complete stop.

“Now. Get the hell out and don’t kill anyone.”  Kaede said dangerously, a mad glint in her eyes. The blind assassin knew it was useless to try and stare Kaede down like that, so he gathered his stuff and walked out the car door.

The sounds of laughter and mindless chatter assaulted his hypersensitive ears, so he covered them and sobbed slightly.

He was dressed in a simple and plain uniform.

Con Smith was at school.

CHAPTER 2

Con whimpered slightly.

He had been CO-ERCED into going to school.

He was a trained assassin for heaven’s sake! (no pun intended)

Con took a small step and began a brisk walk towards the Front Office.

‘This isn’t happening… this isn’t happening!’ Con screamed silently in his head.  The receptionist looked up at the new stranger and chewed her gum.

“And you are?”

“Con Smith! Hurry up and tell me what class I’m in! This is so stupid!” Con yelled at a speed that was comparable to how fast he runs.  The receptionist looked bewildered, slowly processing what this ‘rabid’ young man had just said.

“Uhh… Ok, ‘Con’, your class number is 2-A. That’s down the hall and on your right.” The receptionist pointed out.

Con sighed. It looked so far away…

Suddenly, the Speed Star had a bright spark, as so to speak.

“Dangerous…!” He smiled and went zooming down the school corridor.

“NO RUNNING IN THE HALLWAY!” a voice screamed at Con as he ran past, but he was waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay past caring. He took a right and entered a classroom. He took a seat near the back of the classroom and sighed.

“This is so retarded.”

“Well, is that what you really think?”  a voice laughed slightly, from right beside him. Con jumped up in fright, his hands drawing imaginary guns and aimed them at the owner of the voice.

“Are you going to shoot me?” the owner of the voice chided – the voice was a she. The most striking thing about her was that her eyes were an interesting shade of blue… electric if you will – and her hair was white (but this of course had no relevance to Con since he can’t exactly see, but he could picture it by the way she spoke).

Con then realized how stupid he looked and put his hands down.

“I take it you’re new then?”

“What makes you say that?”
“Well… most of the people know not draw any sort of weapon on me. Not unless they want a one way trip to Heaven,” She grinned and then scratched the back of her hand absent mindedly. “By the way! I’m Angelica! It’s nice to meet you…?”

”Con. Con Smith.” The Sound hunter relaxed slightly, although he felt uncomfortable that this girl could possibly put him on a ‘one way trip to Heaven’. But then, he was used to it all the time… not just from his choice of occupation, but from the people he lived with.

“Well then, it’s nice to meet you Con,” Angelica smiled, and brushed imaginary dirt off her school uniform. “Do you have a part time job?”

Con scratched the bottom of his chin thoughtfully, wondering whether he should tell her on what his part time job was.

“Yeah, I’m an—” Con began but was suddenly cut off the door to the classroom banged open, revealing a raven haired youth. His hair was long and in a mullet style. A few top buttons on his uniform were undone, either to make him look amazingly attractive (which it did) or in some kind of defiance.

The new interruption crossed the room, watching Con as he did and then sat threw his bag down on the table and pulled the chair out roughly, his (also) electric blue eyes boring into Con’s figure as he sat down and faced the front.

It was not long before he spoke.

“So, you’re the new kid?”