Freshman

The classes for the freshman batch of the organization had started a week ago. Jacob had personally called me to oversee a group of bullies, who thought they were better than the others.

I remember having some of those in my first year. They didn't last a week on their assignments. They went missing, their bodies never to be found. Sometimes, it was just parts of them.

When I entered the class, I saw them turn to me and whisper to each other. I had no intention of condoning their foul behavior. I was doing this as a favor to Jacob. These classes were top secret, and these bullies had the most potential in the batch. They needed to be taught a lesson.

"We've never seen you around here," the boy, who seemed to be the leader of the band, spoke. "Will you be joining our class, too?" I heard them snicker. I turned away towards the board and wrote my name.

The screech of the chalk hitting the board made them groan. They grumbled as I turned around to give them a pointed look.