Broad-Spectrum Assassin

Memory 3: His First Class

BunBun raises her hand and hops up.

Teacher rolls its head. "What is so important that it warrants interrupting me?"

"Umm, what is a RiftRipper? It sounds scary." She scoots behind me.

"You will get your answer in due time. This delinquent has postponed todays lesson for long enough. Get into positions. I'll return with another desk."

StarBorne hops onto a desk. "I'm going to be team leader."

"I'm team leader!" yells BladEagle.

WarWolf puts a knife to BladEagle's throat. "And I'm second in command. So if you die, I'm the leader."

BladEagle gulps. "She's actually the leader. Despite her, umm, injury."

StarBorne shakes his head. "That won't do at all. A leader doesn't rule by force." She looks at WarWolf. "I'll never be as strong as you or as creative. WarWolves are a blend of muscle and machinery. I want to help you become your namesake."

WarWolf blushes.

"Hey, she confessed to me!" yells BunBun, shoving StarBorne.

At first losing his balance, she suddenly dances on tip toe and spins around BunBun. "You're soft, small, and quiet. And just like a BunBun you can seduce prey and predator. I'm far too spectacular to ever be as stealthy as you." He taps her nose.

BunBun covers her flushed cheeks. "I'm sorry Wolfy, my thoughts cheated on you," she cries.

BladEagle stomps his foot. "He doesn't know anything about us! He's just relating us to our animals. Goopy, you're umm whiny and treacherous. You have an insatiable appetite and will eat your own family if it would help you survive. Your skill is deception."

"I care about my parents! How dare you!" yells Goopy, punching BladEagle in the face.

The hothead boy holds his nose. "Its bleeding. Did you break my nose?" His eyes go hollow.

StarBorne cleans the bloody mess with his long white sleeves. She then rubs some ointment on his injured nose. "Brash, fights any predator no matter the size and a master of all weapons. But you're not limited to just your animal. WarWolf is a loner unlike her beast. BunBun isn't sacrificial, rather she would throw someone else in the crossfire to keep her safe." Our new leader grabs BladEagle's hand and looks at his palm. "Hmm. It appears that you love to read."

BladEagle crosses his arms. "I don't enjoy reading. I do it to make mother proud. A skilled assassin wastes his talents if he doesn't learn all he can."

Come to think of it, they all have assassin training. What about me? My only training was Death Pillow and that won't exactly give me an edge here. I'm already way behind everyone.

StarBorne approaches me and stares at me for a while. "You're the only one I can't figure out. I get that you're cute and cuddly like a Weech but you lack their determination. Do you even have a useful talent?"

I don't like this new girl.

"He made me feel better," says BunBun, shifting in place.

Teacher returns with scars on its body and dripping purple blood.

"What happened?" asks BunBun, rushing to help our teacher.

"Mrs. BladeStorm really didn't want to give up the extra table." Teacher opens its cloak and shoots out the treadmill desk, having it land with the others.

They make a perfect circle.

Teacher sinks into the ground and then pops up in the center of the desk circle. "By the way I am Mr. KillStreak. A lot of you look at me like I'm some sort of monster. But I was once a gifted child like you all." He spreads out his form along the ground to be roughly our size.