The smell of fresh blood clouds my mind, stirring old memories of my other life. The one before this where instead of my blood it was theirs, splattered against the wall, pooling at their feet or leaking out of their eyes. No mater how they met their end it always meant the same, me getting paid and another kill under my belt. Experience growing and growing, may it be marksmanship, hand to hand combat, if it could kill I learned it all from watching. From the age of three I was forged into a weapon, experience was my flame and blood is what I was quenched in. Years upon years of training, forcing myself to my limit, becoming the killer inside till one day it lost its meaning, when it no longer meant anything to me. That day marked the day I truly became an assassin, when I truly became the blade others could wield and use for their own purpose. My senses slowly returned to me, bright light filled my vision as I stared at the fluorescent lights hanging from the ceiling. I felt cold, like the killer I once was.... Like I was Ivan the Reaper all over again. As I slowly sat up I was met with tinges of pain in my side from the wound, that girl's blow was deadly to reopen that wound. I look to my side to see I'm shirtless, my upper body exposed for all who pull the curtain aside to see. That bothered me, the fact that anyone saw my scars of another life was troublesome and called for me to think of an excuse. I slid out of the bed and stood up, looking in the tall mirror to see myself. Luckily the innocent look I was playing still there but the bandaged wound and the many of scars that littered my body stood out. As much as I hated to do so I began to examine myself, checking over my sides, back and midsection. As I come to my chest I let my fingers glide across my form, my chiseled abs from years of training as well as the rest of my muscles. I haven't done much since turning to a normal life, I've simply registered for school, got an apartment and kinda slacked off. The only thing I retained when it comes to a routine was a morning workout to keep my body in check. I let out a withheld sigh as I saw that all was fine but now came the part of confronting the nurse and begging them to not say anything about my... Damage. I moved the sea foam green curtains to the side and stepped out just to find the Boxing red head there to confront me. Her being there was unexpected and out of habit, in a fraction of any normal person's reaction time, I grappled with her quickly forcing her to the ground with me on top of her and her into a triangle choke hold. After a moment realization that it was just her I quickly released her after she struggled. As I released my grasp on her she quickly bolted up and gasped for air, her face as red as her hair as she regained her breath and me trying to reclaim the innocent act. She regained her breath and steadied her breathing before looking at me in surprise, still unable to fathom what had happened and how she ended up on the ground.
"Wh-What the hell happened! I was just about to check on you when wham! We're on the ground and I cant breath! What was that!" She was shook up, fully unaware of what the fuck happened. I didn't want to blow my own cover but I kinda wanted to gloat, as I offered my hand I smiled and began to apologize,
"I'm so sorry! You startled me and out of instincts and natural reaction I kinda put you into a triangle choke hold, mainly found in Jujitsu. Again, I didn't mean to hurt you if I did!" I quickly bowed before offering a hand to her once more to help her up, feeling a bit of guilt. She was still shocked as she took my hand and let me help her up. After helping her up she had a blush spread across her face as she bowed as well.
"I should be the one apologizing! I'm the one who hurt you in the first place as well as started fighting you! It's just that..." she tapped her two index fingers together
"I'm the Boxing clubs top boxer and head of the club, here at school I'm the third best female fighter here. You came early and was standing there watching so I figured you wanted to challenge. I was just defending my title..." Once again I was confused.
"So I um... My name is Colton, this is my first day at Weeping Willow. It's nice to meet you...."
Her eyes brightened up as I said I was new, the blush still on her face.
"Wait so you're new?!" I raised a brow and looked at her
"Yes I'm new? Is that strange?"
She smiled
"So are you a master at Jujitsu? Or is there a different fighting style you've mastered?"
I was confused and my face screamed it.
"Mastered fighting style? Why would I need to master a fighting style to go to school?"
"How exactly did you get in if you aren't a fighter?" She gave me a look and raised a brow. I simply couldn't tell this girl that the headmaster here knew my past and was more than happy to let me in.
"I have good grades...."
"Well if no one told you then I guess you should get a proper welcome. Welcome to Weeping Willow Academy, A school for the best of the best fighters. Students of different martial arts and fighting styles come here to test themselves and prove their worth. So welcome Colton, my name is Amelia the third queen and leader of the Boxing club!" The gears in my brain began to turn as what she said registered with me. Fighting school! I came here to leave my past behind, not invoke it to not get the shit beaten out of me!
"FIGHTING SCHOOL!!!"