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Assassins, spies, technicians, hunters; the students of Class B.

Not much is known about the darker aspect of Diora College, those classes hidden away in their own corner of the school. Their black uniforms are the opposite to the white of Class C, the protectors. For Class B students can watch a thousand men die before them without even flinching. Their eyes have been trained to see darkness as well as light. Their bodies have been trained to be as hard as rock. Their minds have been trained to give no mercy.

Specializing in fields such as thievery, hacking, and murder, the students of Class B are the 'insurance policy' of the school. For what terrorist wouldn't target Diora College, the wealthiest school in the entire country, which houses the greatest minds (and greatest powers) ever seen? While Class C protects the school from detection, Class B ensures that no gang-leader gets cocky enough to even think about an attack. They'd be dead before the words had finished leaving their mouth.

Class B students divide their time between daily training, and nightly missions. Missions could include assassination, spying, or strait-forward thievary, but the students excel in all areas. For who would ever suspect a child?

However, being all but nocturnal does pose its problems; and training with the same group of 30 blood-thirsty students every day and night does develop its own dramas.

But then again, not much is known about Class B.

"Hello? Who's this?"

"You know who... I have another mission for you."

"I'm listening."

"11 o-clock last night three jeeps pulled into the Mojave desert with two truckloads of weapons. We believe the weapons dealer, Jason Sithe, is controlling a mission to kill the president. It's up to you to kill him and the other main men in his operation. Are you in?"

"I'm in."

"Ok, reach under the bed and pull out the manila envelope... do you have it?"

"Yeah it's here."

"Good, now pull out the contents. There shoud be a picture of Jason Sithe. Now reach under the bed and pull the gun case out. There should be a Dragunov sniper rifle. Now get on American West flight 227 to Los Angeles, CA. The plain leaves in 30 minutes. I'd hurry if I were you."

Layla walked alongside the dark corridors of the Class B buildings towards her room that’s situated at the far north of this building. Her long black hair with curls at the end matched the colour of the building perfectly, along with her slender body, the black uniform and her light coloured eyes. Even though it was during day time, the lights in Class B are quite faint, in fact, it has always been dark here, everyone.

Living at a place where she has to be careful of bullets at any time, where no one can be your friend and no one to save your life. Even the plants and the faint sunlight that went through the black curtains seemed oddly dark, and the smell of the room reminded her of the guy she killed a few days ago. Her original plan was only to kill him, the owner of that illegal company, but ended up killing more than ten including him and his useless body guard that only wasted more bullets.

She did not enjoy the smell of dead like any normal people nor the way blood spills all over her face, every time when it happen Layla had to spend hours in the shower trying to get rid of the smell. However, she didn’t feel any guilt each time she killed someone with their eyes widened with shock, in fact, she enjoyed the way people scream and run before she holds up her gun. She have killed tunes of innocent people, countless body guards that only worked for a survival, and also commoners that went across the scene.

Layla turned the handle of her room and walked into the room, at the centre of the room was a black bed with velvet curtain around it, with a table, a sofa, a closet and some other furniture that could be seen in any commoner’s room, but what makes it important and extraordinary is the guns and bullets hidden under or in it, some even on top of her roof. Guns and bullets and all sorts of other weapons were something that could be found in any Class B students’ room.

She pulled off the black school blazer she was wearing, throwing it onto her sofa and walked towards the table where three black envelopes with the red crest of the Class B sealed on it.

Three more?

Layla slipped her fingers through the seal and pulled out the letters from the three envelopes. Quickly reading through all of them, she pulled out her working diary from under the surface and wrote down those new jobs.

The content on those letters were always simple and plain, with the date that it’s due, the one that hired her, the amount to be paid and most important of all, the job to complete.

2008-06-01
Mr. D. Clexmen
R. Rowan eliminate
200 units

200 units? That’s quite an amount paid for a simple assassin job.

2008-06-02
Mrs. L. Clader
Mr. S. Clader spy
250 units
Quite a few rich people today? She wrote it into her dairy as well.

2008-06-01
Miss. N. Bollin
Partner up with Isabella and Matthew
Spying on the Lamen family.
400 units.

What the hell? ‘I never pair up with people, nor do I rely on any of them.’ Layla murmured.

She chained the gun onto her skirt, slipt on her blazer and walked out of her room, but didn’t lock the room for she believe that no one would dare walk into her room.

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Baldy, as usual, wasn’t afraid of anyone, including Layla, who nearly held up her gun and pointed at him, but all he said was. ‘You should have done it faster, with that speed you need more practice.’ While Layla glared at him with disbelief and with himself finishing off his ice cream and pulling another one out of the refrigerator.

Who am I? I’m the principal of this damn weird school. There are tunes of people who are scary in this school, Class A people use their smart brains scare him, Class B people use their guns, Class C people simply held up their hand which was already scary enough, but he is use to all of that already. He smiled at his ice cream and took another bite. ‘Besides, the partnership is for your own good, and the one that you’re partnering with is really handsome, you might even have some…’

Seeing that there was no chance of negotiating, Layla stormed out of the room with her the usual atmosphere of killing intent.

Baldy laughed. Those geniuses were always like that.

Ah, ice cream, why are you so delicious?
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Maxis Dillman

Umbra scratched out the name and jotted down, 'eliminated'. It was around three in the morning when Umbra changed to her night wear, placed her headphones delicately into her ears, flopped on the bed, blasted her music and was sound asleep.

Early dawn, around five am, Umbra woke, her music shut off as she made sure it would. Grabbing her morning wear and slamming the door to her bathroom, Umbra quickly changed. Unlike the other Class B students Umbra had stripped her room of most furniture and any homely looking things. Now all that was in her room was a small table at the corner of the room with many piles of papers, a small grey couch placed in front of the once used fireplace, her small bed at its center. The rest of the room was covered in papers stapled, tapped, or nail to the walls. Papers of the men she had killed throughout her lifetime, each with a name scratched out and in big bold red marker spelled 'eliminated'. She didn't remember which of the men she killed were from her days as a bounty hunter or as a student of Diora College, but she did remember there death. Just by looking at there faces she would remember how they died with perfect vision.

Umbra flung her bathroom door open, papers floated in the air for a moment before settling down once more. Umbra was dressed in her unusual outfit for a student, a black long bounty hunter coat she acquired long before, black short sleeve shirt that was also a bullet proof vest, and long dark black pants that tightly fit her legs.Her gun placed firmly on the small of her back so she could easily get to it without much attention. Umbra maneuvered around the room until she managed to get through the stack of papers to her door. On the floor sat a letter, with the seal of Class B written.

Another job. Just what she needed. Umbra picked up the letter and shoved it into her pocket. Looking at the small mirror, the only space not covered in papers, she messed with her dark black hair with red highlights at the tips. Running her fingers through it a few times to make sure it was fine, Umbra left the room and made a right turn toward the small area she used to workout in every morning. In only a few hours she would be on another plane, bus, taxi, or boat to her next assignment. She only wished this one would lead her closer to him. Alexander Black.

"have a nice flight" said the attendant

as he sat down he thought he recognised someone on the plane but it wasnt possible he didnt know anyone in the us.

"do u remember me?" asked a voice from behind
the man sat next to him slowly staring at him the whole time in fury

"no... i think i might but im not sure. whats your name?" said scott

"enough small talk(pulls out a mini revolver under his coat and points it at him) u killed my brother jason sithe earlier today i was there watching from the hillside"

"i dont know what your..."

"shut up and listen!!!! ... i know my brother deserved to die but you didnt even know him!"

"i was hired..."

what's this dude's problem it was only a death of coarse i've been trained from birth not to care.

"..................." he couldnt even speak he was crying his eyes out by this point.

he pointed the gun directly to scotts forehead

"you shouldn't have done that." scott said quietly

a perfectly aimed silenced shot to the heart with a non penetrating shot killed the man with only leaving a bruise.

…lying with Miru, and Anna in the grass was a wonderful feeling; after all we were exhausted after just playing tag. We started picking up the flowers next to us, braiding them together into a wreath. It was complicated work, but our delicate fingers finished the job easily. By the time we had finished, the sun was setting, and the horizon was an ominous blood red. Anna decided that we should go home. Together the three of us ran home, wishing for a cup of hot chocolate. But the scene that we had arrived at was not the scene we were expecting. An eerie silence, was hanging over our home town. Silently, we walked to my house; Mother and Father were holding my fifth birthday party there. It was supposed to be a loud and joyful celebration… but where was the noise? The closer we got there the faster we started walking. There was no need to open the door, it simply was not there anymore, but there was something else, nailed to the wall was our parents corpses, blood was dripping from their bodies. It wasn’t a scene for three children, one at the age of five, the other at the age of seven and the eldest at the age of ten to see. The three of us stood in the doorway. Anna the eldest one, couldn’t take it anymore, she grabbed a knife and stabbed herself in the heart. I saw some movement in the corner of the room under the carpet. It turned out to be my younger sister Armellia, she was only three back then. She crawled over and was clinging to my skirt. Silently crying while the tears were running down my face I bent down and hugged Armellia and then I picked her up. Miru held my hand, took control and led us away. Then the letters came…
“Kiiiii-chaaaaaan… waaake uppppp!”
Back then, we were only five years old, but now the fifteen year old Miru was standing in front of me. “Ki-chan*, we have another mission….. And….”
“Again…? and what...” I replied, still drowsy from just being woken up.
“Your such an evil child… Ki, even your tears are black. he said with a small smile
s**t… If it wasn’t Miru who had walked in, I would’ve lost face. Who knew that past reality would still haunt me to the point where I cried. But his smile… it melted my heart. It was so rare to see him smile.
“Ahh. You doofus, it’s called mascara. Sheesh ” I said and threw my cushion at his face. He easily brushed it aside like I knew he would.
”Anyway, the target this time is” he sighed, “… Conroy.”
I stiffened up. Conroy was a mass murderer, he disappeared after murdering a whole village, ten years ago. That’s what the tabloids said… but then again, when were they ever right; it wasn’t a whole village, four survived but one committed suicide at the door.
”Seems like he has been trying to target Diora College. Baldy, must’ve remembered who left us in this state.” I laughed, evilly and gracefully leaped out of the window and ran to the school gates. Miru followed closely behind.

Ok, here it is finally, Jasper's POV 1, i'm sorry i didn't post earlier, please blame the stupid internet connection i hav sweatdrop anyway, soz innocentsoul, this chapter also contains part of the charater's past, so deal with it. Anyway the key for this is

Blue with italics - This is Jasper's past thoughts of when he was thinking about something

Blue with normal font - This is the present where he is thinking

The rest should be self-explanatory, so go ahead and enjoy this!! xd

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It was a quiet night. A rare and peaceful one that I hardly ever got to enjoy due to the countless missions I had been sent on. The wind tousled my hair and the trees gently swayed in rhythm to the wind. Studded diamonds in the velvet sky winked sleepily at me and the moon lit up every dark corner. I glanced out at the shimmering horizon of Diora Lake and slipped into a silent reverie.

*huff huff*

I’m so tired… can’t escape…must hide…

A cacophony of roars and banters issued from the crowd as a boy, no older than 7, slipped into an abandoned church. Bolting the doors tightly shut, the boy started walking down the aisle observing his surroundings. The locked doors would help stop the crowd for a minute or two but it didn’t mean that they would give up any time soon. There was only stained glass and a big white cross in the now forgotten church. Banging on the doors could be heard and the squeak of the hinges was evident enough to tell him he didn’t have much time left to hide, let alone defend himself against the oncoming crowd of people. His eyes swept the room once more for any means of a weapon that would help him against the crowd.

“What are you looking for?”

A steel voice made the boy spin around and face a figure with black hair and grey soulless eyes.

How did I miss this man when observing the church? Where did he come from? Who is he?

Grey soulless eyes studied the little boy in front of him and after a moment he started walking towards him. The boy stared at him with caution but nevertheless stayed his ground.

“Here. Show me what you can do with these.”

A pale hand reached out to the boy. On the offered hand were a gun and a blade. Cold, calculating eyes took in the boys every movement.

A loud groan from the door reminded the two occupants that they were slowly running out of time.

The boy, ever so cautious of what was happening and of the dwindling time he now had left, slowly extended his hand and took the proffered weapons, handling them with uncertainty.

A final groan from the door and the ear-splitting crack of wood told the boy that his pursuers were finally in.

A sinister smile graced the man’s lips before he slipped back into the shadows to view the event.

t’s too late to turn back…I don’t have a choice…I can’t die here…I still need to keep my promise to…to who?

Hostile stares were sent towards the boy as the crowd surrounded him, blocking all means of escape. Knives and guns were drawn and an eerie silence settled like a fog upon the people.

The silence didn’t last long.

Soon, firing from guns and the clash of knives could be heard echoing throughout the church; however, as fast as the dissonant sounds had started, silence once again reclaimed the church.

The stained glass was now truly stained with a deep ruby colour, while the white cross was no longer white, but red. The colour of hell and evil.

For many, silence was now the only thing they could hear and black the only colour they would ever see.

But not for one.

Amongst the pile of corpses, the ruby stained windows, and the red cross stood a lone boy, smeared with the blood of those he had slain.

A clang could be heard ringing throughout the church as the gun and blade slipped from his bloody hands onto the ever-growing puddle of blood at his feet.

“Killing in a house of God, how impure. Has God abandoned you?”

The boy’s eyes swept his surroundings once again and found the man near the red cross, lighting candles and then finally settling into a mocking posture of praying to God.

“What is God… Was there ever one to begin with? If so, this God you talk about is a liar…”

The boy’s voice was a sad whisper hinting at unknown pains, hardly heard.

The cold calculating eyes swept over the small frame of the boy once again. He then got up and started walking towards the little figure.

“Well said. You just might be the right choice. Come on, we’re going.”

The boy, confused at the sudden turn of events, hesitated for a moment, unsure of what decision to make.

A smirk was plastered on the man’s face, amused by the boy’s uncertainty.

“If you don’t want to come along, you could always wait for the police to come and take you away, or you could wait for more pursuers to come and finally die…hm…that would be a spectacular event to see…well, what is your decision?”

No, I couldn’t die, neither could I get captured, I had to keep my promise… I had to keep my promise…but… my promise to who… and… what was the promise…?

“Let’s go.”

That was the day my new life began. The day where the young Jasper died, replaced by a cold and emotionless one. The day, where I walked out with that strange man, out of the house of hell…

I tried to delve deeper into my reverie, to remember memories of when I was younger, however, a dull ache started hammering against my head and I gave up trying to remember. It wasn’t important anyway… or so I had been told. Silvester, the man that had rescued me from that house that day had once told me it was futile to try and remember what was beyond my control. Instead he told me to concentrate on more important matters. He had trained me to use a gun, a blade and to use my bare hands to fight over the years I had been with him. In other words, he had taught me how to be a “perfect assassin”.

In the end, the rest of Silvester’s “candidates” had been slaughtered by me in our final test. The test to be ruthless, the test to put all our skills to use. I had felt no regret as I was left standing alone in a puddle of children’s blood; I had merely considered it as an “order” to survive.

After the test, Silvester had started sending me out on missions, and every time I never failed to carry out the requested mission. Finally, when I turned 13, Silvester had said it was finally time I could survive in a school full with dark secrets, Diora College. It had been 3 years since I attended Diora and my pile of missions hadn’t lessened, instead it seemed have grown. I had made a friend called Layla, another ruthless assassin, in my spare time, but I hardly got to see her, due to our busy schedules. She too had once told me the past was the past and it was stupid to try and remember it when it was probably full of sad memories.

Still, my past bothered me from time to time. When I tried to remember my memories from when I was younger than 7, it was like crashing headlong into a black wall and I had to give up after some time seeing that it was futile. However, somewhere in the deepest recesses of my mind, something told me that those past memories were important and I had to try to remember them. The pendant I wore around my neck seemed to be an important link to my past, but I didn’t know how they were connected. All I remembered about it was that it had been with me for as long as I could remember and it was important to me because of a promise with someone.

A slight rustling of leaves suddenly snapped me back to reality.

Pulling two short daggers out of my coat and keeping them concealed from whoever or whatever was behind the bushes, I swung them without warning at the noise with a flick of a wrist without looking away from the lake. It was too late for the victims to move, and the satisfying thunk of my daggers against trees and startled gasps told me my daggers had scored something. Judging from the sound of that gasp, I had a good idea of who it was.

“…Layla…”

I turned around and stared into calm light brown eyes. Those light brown eyes stared right back without fear and my guess had been right, it was Layla. After walking slowly towards her, I unearthed my dagger from her black coat.

“How unusual… aren’t you supposed to be busy with a mission?” I questioned and then suddenly I heard grunting. Suddenly spinning around, I stared into another pair of light coloured eyes. One of my daggers was also imbedded into her black blazer and I realised she had been the other person with Layla, the one who had gasped as well and also the one who had made the leaves rustle.

I raised an eyebrow in confusion for I had never seen this girl around the school before and I looked towards Layla for an explanation.

“My unfortunate mission.” Layla pointed a finger towards the new girl and I understood why she wasn’t off somewhere on the other side of the planet. I switched my attention back to the new girl and observed her quietly for a second or two before she broke the silence.

“Um… nice to meet you, my name’s Hira. Let’s be friends.”

She was shy and uncertain of her moves. I glanced at Layla once more and saw she had a look of utter boredom. What an odd pair… but I was sure sooner or later they would get along.

“Jasper”

That one word made Hira’s eyes brighten and I thought that maybe she was a bit too soft and kind to be an assassin. She would have hard times ahead. Turning to head back to my room I was stopped by Layla’s voice.

“Jasper, before you go back to your room, you should pay a visit to Baldy. Baldy told me to tell you that you have a new mission waiting and that he wants to see you as soon as possible. That’s all.”

When I turned back, ready to ask Layla what this mission was, I found myself standing alone. Apparently, Layla and Hira had already left on their new mission to who knows where. I sighed; Layla was always an impatient one, one that always wanted to complete her job in the shortest amount of time possible.

Bracing myself against the cold, I tucked the two daggers back inside my coat pocket, and started to head towards Baldy’s office.



-Baldy’s Office –

“Well, Jasper, what do you think?” the principal eyed me while sucking on an ice-cream.

“What do you mean by what do I think? Think about what? Is it about the fact that I think you’re going to get tooth decay from eating too much ice-cream and also gain extra pounds of fat?” I asked in a tone of boredom.

“Geez, Jasper, I swear you and Layla are alike. You hurt me mentally with your words, while she hurts me physically with her gun, I can’t have a safe conversation with neither of you!” the principal pouted.

I eyed him and wished that I was on the mission with Layla instead of Hira. Seeing that the principal wasn’t getting anywhere, I started to get up and leave.

“Wait, Jasper, ok, ok, it was a joke. I’ve got a new mission for you from a client and I’ve also got your guardian, Silvester’s, approval for this mission. The pay’s 1000 units. What do you think of that?”

It wasn’t as bad as previous missions I had been on, but Baldy still hadn’t told me what exactly I needed to do in this mission and maybe I could get a higher pay.

“2500 units”

“Are you crazy??!! You really are like Layla, both of you steal my precious money! How about 1500 units?” the principal offered.

“Then forget about the mission. The least I can accept is 2000 units, it’s either that or I won’t work.” The stubbornness in my voice told the principal he had lost in that argument.

“Fine, fine.” The principal grumbled while secretly inside he sobbed at the fact of losing more money to Jasper.

A smile spread on my face as I saw the obvious reluctance of parting with his money on Baldy’s face. “Ok, then let’s hear this mission.”

An evil smile suddenly appeared on Baldy’s face replacing the sombre mask he had on a while ago. Maybe, I shouldn’t have taken on this mission. Seeing, the principal’s face, I knew I wouldn’t like it much.

“Your mission this time, Jasper, is simply to assassinate all the living members of the Astelle family.”

Ok… maybe it wasn’t as terrible as I’d imagine it, but why that evil smile? I had a feeling that Baldy hadn’t finished talking and that what he was about to say next would be bad. Wanting to leave this office as fast as possible I summarised the mission he had talked about so far

“You want me to kill all the members of the Prime Minister’s family? Ok… no problem, I’ll leave for the mission tomorrow. Good night sir.”

Just as I was leaving, Baldy shouted after me.

“Jasper, I’ve decided to make your job easier and I’ve decided to invite their daughter, Charisma Astelle, to this school. Here, you will be her bodyguard and follow her around 24-7. So basically, all you’re going to go tomorrow is go to Class A and follow her around. Once you gain her trust, you can then kill her off and the rest of her family members should be a piece of cake to kill. Well then, have fun, and good night.”

That stupid Baldy. Damn it. I knew I would hate the 2nd half of the mission; it would have been much easier to have killed her outside of school grounds. As the door swung close on the principal, bellows of laughter could be heard from within.

I stomped back crossly towards my room, envying Layla for getting the easier mission and wishing that I was in her place taking care of the new student, Hira. I slammed the door shut and collapsed onto my bed, and a sudden image of Baldy celebrating in finding out that he had actually discovered a mission of which I was incapable of fulfilling popped into my mind. Gritting my teeth in anger, I took out a dagger and threw it at the wall pretending it was the Baldy’s face. Damn it. I won’t give up. I’ll do this mission. As sleep overtook my weary eyes and body, the last thought I had in mind was:

Just you wait, Baldy, I’ll show you I can handle this mission…

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Okay, then, about the pendant here's a website if you wanna see what the pendant looks, Jasper's part of the pendant is the moon-shaped one, and the other pendant will come into one of my character's story sooner or later!!! Yup so here's the link:

http://i1.iofferphoto.com/img/1130223600/_i/8816566/1.jpg

Ok... secondly, Claz ur story rox, it's funny!!!!!! xd and um.. btw i'm not making a male character for Jasper's POV because it's too annoying to go and create another character, so use ur creative imagination to think how Jasper would look like~~ So i'll continue posting Jasper's POV with this account. OK, that should be all and Claz, hope u have fun re-drawing the plan of Diora College!!! xd