"The easiest way to kill someone is to just shoot them nowadays huh? Well thats just no fun, why not get them to pull the trigger instead?
- Unknown serial killer

"Good morning, Today I will be your instructor on a very dangerous art... The art of killing." Said Ghent. "Most people seem to think this is easy, no? Just shoot someone or strangle them? Well they are wrong, I think. To kill well, now that is hard. I will teach you how to kill well and not be caught for that is the true way of an assassin, to appear and disappear with their victim dead. Today you will practice the art of stealth. In order for you to..."

Later that day...

"Your students seem to be learning well. I just hope none of them breakdown on their first mission." Said Pyotr, one of the other instructors.
"as do I. It would be a shame to see any of these children to have to die, no?" Said Ghent continuing down the hall.


"This will be your first and 2nd most important test and will decide whether or not you shall become an assassins prodige. You must assassinate a false target, if you fail and are noticed you will immediately be expelled. You will start your tests at the same time. So if you will now go to your separate rooms your tests will begin."

As all the other students were shuffling away to their rooms a student that was thought to be a surefire failure walked up to the instructor and Began to speak.

"Teacher, what do we use to, well, what tools will we be using to do this... test?"

"Why you'll be using practice knives, thats all"

"oh, okay. well... thank you."

"You sound disappointed. Did you want to use real knives?"

"Um, no teacher, I was just asking whether or not we'd be using them, thats all."

"Well then, I guess you should get going then huh?

"Yes sir, uhh teacher."

Turning to whisper something in his assistants ear he said."Watch that one, things might get interesting with him.



"whys it so dark in hear." One of the students whispered to himself as he stole throughout the night. Dashing behind a wall he still couldn't find his prey. After being thoroughly frustrated and completely exhausted of wandering through the dark he sat and rested. Closing his eyes, he laid and listened. After what seemed like hours he was about to get up and start the search again when he heard the faint clatter of feet and jolted up. Sitting completely still he watched for any sounds of company. Hearing the faint clatter of feet again he slowly stood up and hid near a corner. Crouching down he held up his dagger and looked at the reflection. Seeing nothing he prepared to get up, but was knocked down again. Struggling to look up he saw his assailant was one of his classmates. Thats when he lost consciousness.

He woke up in a hospital bed and a nurse told him he had a concussion and needs to lay down. He sat up painfully slow and asked her what happened. She told him that he had suffered a blow to the head and was found on the steps of the hospital. He just sat there with a surprised look on his face but quickly regained his composure and his face went blank.

The nurse noticed how sullen he looked and decided to just walk away. Seeing her walk away he decided to walk out of there himself and look for his old school.

After having walked a mile or so he realized that he doesn't know where the school is. He sat down and closed his eyes. When he opened them it was nearly dark. He jolted upright and jumped up. Thinking he was still in the school and that this was just a drill he darted behind a wall and stood still. Slowly realizing that he was lost and away from the school he was stricken with sadness again. He wondered how they could just throw him out like that. After almost slipping into depression he realized that by thinking about it and brooding would only make him sadder he stopped himself. Forbidding himself to think about how he was kicked out of the school he walked to what looked like a library and went inside. He asked the attendant were the maps of the area was and if he could look at them. She said sure and led him to the back where the maps were held. He tried to think what the outside area looked like around the school. He remembered seeing A lot of trees and a few ponds but not much else. He looked through all the maps for a few hours and when the woman came by and told him it was closing time he had already found a number of spots that resembled the schools grounds. He decided to find a place to sleep and look at the spots when he woke up again.

When he woke up it was about midday. The first spot he was supposed to look at was near a large building that looked nothing like his school and immediately decided that that was not the right area. He went to the next area and found that the area had been cleared away and that a building was being built. The third area was a possible match until he went further in and found a landfill and determined that wasn't the correct one either. The last one he was going to try for the day was not what he was expecting. The welcoming party there was not kind nor was it the people he was looking for.