Approaching the microphone on the center stage, the vice president of Supernaturalis Academy smiled brightly. “Good afternoon, students. Welcome to your first day at Supernaturalis Academy!” Clapping firmly as he spoke, the man smiled bright at the sea of students staring back at him. “Now, some of you may know one another from your previous years at our high school, but I can see the new additions out there.” Smiling warmly, the vice president placed his hand over his chest.
“Regardless of whether you are old or new to our Academy, our goal is to create a safe home for each of you so you may develop your supernatural skillsets. Learning how to survive and remain hidden within a world of Humans is critical to our survival.” Pausing momentarily, the vice principal lowered his head mournfully.
“I know our kind have fallen due to the zealous acts committed by Hunting Organizations. Due to this unfortunate reality, the Academy Board of Directors has voted to change our training protocols. Now, all first-year students are to be paired up with their mentors so you can begin survival training immediately.” As the vice principal paused to take a breath, the cluster of students erupted in a swarm of chatter, many looking at each other and reacting to the statement. Raising his hands, the man whistled sharply to stop the chatter in the audience.
“Please, I know this is surprising, but the Board believes it is the best thing for our youngest and most vulnerable adults. You must trust us.” Motioning at the staff waiting outside the section of first year students, the vice principal smiled proudly. “Once this morning’s debriefing is concluded, please approach our staff to be given your assigned placements.”
As the lecture droned on, Professors lay in wait outside of the large auditorium. The booming lecture could be heard through the open windows of the building. Professors clustered around in different places around the building, avoiding the doors when they eventually would open. Scattered about in differing spots, some came together to pass the time with idle conversation. Off in the distance was a sulking woman beneath a tree, unbuttoned the top of her shirt to fan herself.
“Ugh. I hate dealing with first years. They are so squishy...and weak.” Groaning loudly, the fair skinned woman fanned herself more, wiping her pale brow. Her vermillion eyes roamed across the field, staring at the other professors waiting outside the auditorium.
“
You were spoiled with the talents of the last batch, Malice. It was high time they left the Academy and ventured out into the world. Before you know it, you will grow fond of these young ones, just as you were with the others.”
“Tch. Shaddup, Old Man.” Shaking her head firmly to the voice within her head, Malice leered at a professor approaching her with a fist full of different colored handkerchiefs.
“Ah, Professor Mizer, I have your flag for you.” Thumbing through the colors, they withdrew a lavender handkerchief. “Your team will make their way out shortly. Be sure to have this clearly visible so they, and your partner, can identify you.” Handing it to Malice, the man flinched as she snatched it from his hand aggressively.
“Yeah, yeah. I read the staff memo.” Speaking with a hiss to her words, Malice stuffed the handkerchief into the pocket of her black jeans. “This isn’t my first rodeo, y’know.”
“Ah, of course.” The man nodded lightly, scooting off toward the next professor waiting to receive their flag.
“Goddamn idiots. Soft and squishy idiots...” Crossing her arms again, she leaned against the tree and returned her gaze to the auditorium. “Why is it so goddamn hot all of a sudden?”
“
Because we are on an Island...in the Caribbean...”
“I told you to shaddup!” Grumbling and growling to herself, Malice stiffened spotting a lavender handkerchief in the hand of a professor approaching her. “No way...” Pulling herself away from the tree, Malice instinctively unsheathed one of the
karambit knives secured to her belt. “They couldn’t have set us up together...” Twirling the knife anxiously on one of her fingers, Malice narrowed her crimson gaze on the woman approaching. “Well shit...”
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