Teen Ink

Meeting Assassin

There was a student that was about twelve years old, possibly in seventh grade standing on the roof. The head of the student council, Kwin, walked out and asked the student what he was doing. She thought it was a he, but the identity was a mystery. So we will just call “him” the Assassin.
                “Faithful principal, I am the Assassin. My true identity will be revealed when you uncover the truth, I work for my master, Jacque. It’s a French name,” Assassin said. He had a black hooded robe. No body part but his hands, feet, and mouth were visible. His hands looked pale and cold and his feet were bare.
                “Wait, what? Tell me, what is this ‘identity’?” Kwin replied. “Faithful? Does that mean you are a student to?”
                “Why are you so impatient? You have much you learn Faithful one,” Assassin called from the rooftop. He grinned and lifted his head up. He swung his cape as he walked away.
                “Wait! What do you mean by ‘Faithful one’?” Kwin called, desperate for answers.
                “You sound desperate. Come with me and I will tell,” he said. He leaped from the rooftop onto the asphalt in front of Kwin. She was startled.
                “There are only three types of people,” Assassin said. “There are the Faithful ones and the Superior ones. There are also the traitors and/or both clans mixed, they are the Misguided ones.
                Kwin gasped as Assassin grasped her shoulder and they disappeared without a trace.