Kara's POV
I tug my plaid skirt down with a harsh yank. I am going to have to talk to the administration about getting longer skirts for the girls at this school. I grumble and tug my bag higher up onto my shoulder and walk through the gate entrance and toward the large stone castle-like building that is going to be my home for the near future.
There is a small group gathered in front of the main entrance.
I stand next to a tall dark-skinned boy with broad shoulders and a barrel chest and a tall latina girl with the side of her hair hanging loosely around her shoulder.
A middle-aged woman with blonde hair and a calm smile is standing on the third stair facing us.
One other person walks up behind me before the woman at the front says "Now that you are here, I would like to formally welcome you to National City boarding School for the gifted. To the outside we are a normal private boarding school, all interactions you have with the outside besides missions must make this seem true. In truth, this is a school for the vile and ruthless. If you aren't either, leave now and save us the time of having to cut you at the end of the year. Does everyone understand?"
There are many nods and "Yeses"
"Alrighty then, I am Headmistress Grant, you can call me Headmistress, Doc, or Dr. Grant your choice, and I will be your communications teacher on top of being your headmistress. Please follow me. I will be showing you to all your classes and introducing you to your teachers."
She pushes open the doors and walks in with us students close behind.
"Your first-period class is communications with me. Our classroom is right here." We all walk in and Dr. Grant says "Everyone take your seats please, it doesn't matter where, for now, I will create a seating chart later. I am going to quickly do role so I can learn your names and then I will quickly explain what we are doing in this class then we will move onto the next class"
I zone out for a little while. My last name starts with D so it would take a sec to get to my name.
"Kara Danvers?
"Here" I call out while raising my hand.
"That last name... Any relation to-?" Doc questions.
"Yes. She is my big sister." I say.
I see hear a couple of kids gasp as they realize who I am and who my sister is. I was hoping people wouldn't realize who my family was until further into the year when I proved that I was worthy to be here.
"All righty then...Samuel-"
I zone out again and then I see the Latina girl who I stood next to at the beginning and was now sitting next to me, she kept giving me side-glances while Doc finishes role. It continued through her explanation of the syllabus.
Doc glances at the clock before saying "Look we have a couple of minutes before we need to head to the next class so socialize a little."
A small murmur erupts as those around us start talking to each other. The barrel-chested brunette walks over and pulls a chair over to our desk and takes a seat.
"S'up Legacy, S'up fiesty."
The Latina girl raises her eyebrow at the man and says "What do you want?"
"That isn't very nice." He responds with a glare.
"You are a random dude who is very clearly trying to get into our pants to get on the teacher's good side because she is the holy grail of legacies and I am guessing you heard who I am." The brunette girl says.
He raises his eyebrow then laughs loudly making others look before saying "Oh honey don't flatter yourself you aren't my type and I don't need her or your help to get in good with teachers. Just between you and me, I am a legacy as well."
I glance over at him and stick my hand out before saying "I am Kara nice to meet you"
The girl looks at me and says "He knows who you are. Everyone knows who you are now."
I roll my eyes and say "Whatever, what're your names?"
The guy smiles and says "I am James Olsen, pleasure to meet you as well"
I see the other girl's eyes widen and she says "As in the Olsen royal killing family?"
"I told you. Legacy" He says while pointing at himself. "I know who you are but you might want to introduce yourself to oblivious legacy over there'' while pointing at me.
"I am Samantha Arias of the Arias family. Officially and to everyone who sees us we are just a normal multimillion-dollar business, officially we are the head family in the Latin American mafia." She says in a calm tone.
"You are kidding me right?" I question.
"For a legacy yourself you know very little about the major assassination families." says a chilling tone.
I turn and come face to face with a short raven-haired student glaring at me with a raised eyebrow.
"And who exactly are you?" I question.
The bell rings and Dr. Grant tells us to follow her out of the room.
The girl pushes passed me knocking her shoulder into mine as she says "Your worst nightmare."
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"Welcome to world cultures and studies, We all walk into the large classroom and see a very tall raven haired lady standing at the board writing stuff down. "This is Dr. DianaPrince"
She turns and gives us a warm smile before gesturing to take our seats.
"Doc you can come pick them up in about 20 minutes." Doc smiles and nods before walking out. "Welcome to world cultures and studies. Can anyone tell me why this class is important in the assassination world?" No one raises their hands. I roll my eyes and I am about to raise my hand but the teachers attention is drawn to the other side of the room where the raven haired woman was raising her hand. "Miss-...?"
"Luthor, my name is Lena Luthor."
The whole class shudders and I hear whispers and tension rise throughout the class. Dr Prince clears her throat "Well Miss Luthor can you tell me why world cultures are important in the art of assassination.'
"Not all assassinations that we will perform will be in this country or are from a country you are familiar with. Assassins must be familiar with all cultures so they can blend into any situation in any country."
"Correct, thank you. Now let's continue on with what exactly we will be studying this year..."
I turn and whisper to Sam "Why was acting weird when that girl said her name?"
Sam raises a shocked eyebrow at me "You don't know about the Luthor's?" I shake my head. "The Luthor family is a former assassination family. They were the biggest most powerful in the world until the heir to the family Lex Luthor went on a killing spree killing hundreds before he got caught and sentenced to life in prison."
My eyebrows furrow "But if he is an assassin wouldn't that be not super surprising?"
Sam gives me a patient look as she explains "Assassins no matter how vile still follow a code. We don't kill innocents and children. We only kill the corrupt and vile. No matter what. As soon as an assassin breaks the code they are shunned from the community forever. The Luthor family did that so they have been intensely shunned."
"Then how did she get into the school?"
Sam shrugs and says "She must have distanced herself enough from her family that the council deemed it okay for her to train to become an assassin."
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"Welcome to your third-period class history of weapons! This is Mr. Reed."
Mr. Reed gives our headmistress a small nod before saying "Welcome. Take your seat. Doc see you shortly."
We do as told and take our seats. I am next to James with Sam behind me.
He talks for a while explaining the course he turns to the class and says "Can anyone tell me the first weapon?"
Everyone's hands go up and he calls on a tall blonde boy who says "The club"
Mr. Reed nods in approval but says "You are not wrong but you are not necessarily right"
A girl in the back with her hood up says "Hand to hand combat, or human fists were the first weapons" From my angle I couldn't see her face but I could see a flash of blondish blue hair.
"You are right. History is important. Learn it and learn as much as you can and learn from all angles. Not just the winner's side. If you don't you are doomed to repeat it."
I glance back at the girl and try and see what her face looks like but I can't make it out.
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"Welcome to THE PIT" Doc says while waking a sign as we walk into a hot large classroom. I look around and see at least 6 forging pits and 25 workstations. "This is the classroom for your fourth period of forging class. Your teacher is also your 6th-period self-defense and weaponry teacher so they have opted to wait till that class to introduce themself. I was just told to give you a short tour around the forge and then told to move onto the next class."
She does that and we move on to the next class.
We walk into another class and a short African-American woman was standing by the board with her arms crossed.
"My name is Dr. Bailey (Yes this is a grey's anatomy character credit to them I just love bailey a lot) Welcome to Psychology class. I have 5 rules for this class. Memorize them. Rule 1: Don't bother sucking up I already don't like you. I don't like first years. Never have never will. Rule 2: If I assign you homework no matter what it is or how obscure it may seem. Do it and do it on time or I will hate you more. Rule 3: If we go on a field trip and you don't show up either for that or my class there will be consequences unless you have a ligament excuse. Rule 4: I have been doing this for almost longer than you have been alive so I know shit so don't try to be a smart ass you aren't right. Even if you are right you are wrong. Rule 5: Raise your hand I don't want people yelling out answers. Does everyone get that?"
Wow, this lady is scary. The whole class looks scared even scary green eyed Luthor. We all nod our heads and she continues explaining the class.
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"Welcome to your 6th-period self-defense class." We walk into the large gym. There were padded mats in the middle with a large wall full of weapons and punching bags and various workout machines along the outer edges of the room. The wall had ten targets for shooting. I am guessing for guns or for bows. "Where the hell is your teacher?" Doc grumbles in annoyance. I am one of the only one who hears jer say "This is what I get for hiring a child"
The girl in the hood steps forward while pulling her hood back and saying 'Don't worry Doc I am right here." Our whole class gasps.
Oh fuck
She glances around at us and makes eye contact with me before giving me a smirk and a wink.
I feel more then one pair of eyes follow her line of sight to me.
Without her hood on everyone could see clearly platinum blonde hair with the ends dyed red and blue.
She gives the whole class a smirk and says "Hello students, my name is Miss.Quinn, also known as mistress of mayhem in the assassin world and I will be your self-defense and weaponry teacher on top of being your forging teacher."
Some guy toward the back scoffs and says "You are our age you can't be our teacher. You have to be at least 18 to be certified by the international board of assassins."
"Miss Quinn is a special case. She was granted her board certification at 15. She is one of only two people to ever do that. I guarantee that she is your real teacher. If you have a problem with that you can take it up with me at another time. And I will not be happy that you are complaining on the first day. I will not be back I will see you tomorrow during 1st period. Mrs. Quinn will dismiss you to your dorms when she deems it necessary." Doc nods at us and then walks away.
I see Miss Quinn glance at me again before taking off her hoodie to reveal a tank top two muscular and scarred arms.
"Welcome to my class. In this class, we will be studying how to fight using weapons, and different styles and ways you can kill a person. Every assassin has there own style of killing. I am here to teach you different styles so you can find your own and perfect it. For example, anyone ever heard of the assassin Chaos calm?"
I almost facepalm at the moment and glare at our teacher.
Sam raises her hand and says "They are the deadliest assassin duo up for hire now. Not a single target has gotten out of their grasp from the hundreds of people they have killed. No one even knows what they look like or what their names are except for high-ranking members of the council and assassin families."
"Correct. Well, Calm's specialty is using long-range weapons and Chaos is a specialist in hand-to-hand combat, close quarters more specifically. That is their personal dynamic. This class will help you find your own. Now does anyone have questions?"
A girl in the back says "How do we know you are good at this?"
"Can I ask you a question back before I answer?" She nods "Did you ask any of your other teachers that question?"
"No I didn't but my other teachers aren't the same age as us."
"Fair enough, does someone want to step forward and fight me so I can prove my skill?" Miss Quinn says and I am the only one who sees the wicked glint in her eyes.
I see James start to raise his hand but I quickly grab it and yank it down. He gives me a look and I just continue to keep a strong grip on his hand. Making sure it doesn't go up.
The a boy in the back steps forward and says "I will do it" and walks forward as he takes off his blazer.
James turns to me and whispers "Why the hell did you stop me? I am twice her size I can beat her"
"There is a reason she is that young and a teacher. Don't be fooled by looks. And don't get cocky." I say quietly
"But-"
"Watch."
"Hold o-" James protests.
"James. Listen to her. She knows something we don't" Sam says in a firm tone.
"What is your name kid?" Quinn questions
"I am Griff. You ready?"
"Whenever you are" She says while giving a come at me sign with her hand.
The boy is smart enough not to charge at her. He moves forward and says "Hey maybe after I prove I am better I can take you out to dinner"
He is near her and jabs with his right hand she blocks it with ease before dropping low and knocking his feet out from under him.
Quinn dusts herself off as she says "Can anyone tell me what he did wrong?"
"He flirted with a teacher and got put in his place" Sam says humor dripping in her tone.
"Besides that"
'He attacked but didn't anticipate a counter-attack." Lena says.
"Correct, Thinking you are better than your opponent without knowing how good they are. It can be a very, very deadly mistake. I made that mistake once, and I haven't since because I have a permanent reminder of that mistake" while gesturing at a particularly nasty scar.
James turns to me and whispers "Thank you" I just smile at him and give him a nod.
"Now that that is over and done with it, welcome to the gym. This is the sparring ring. All sparring matches will be supervised by me or another teacher. If you have a disagreement either in this class or our forging class it will be settled in a fight to knock out or submission. Everyone got that?" We all nod. "Okay, then we are all done for today. I will see you tomorrow be ready to work." Everyone nods and walks out but James, Sam, and I stay back.
When everyone is finally out Miss Quinn turns around and smiles widely at me before saying "Lil Danvers!!!!" and running up and tackling me up in a hug.
"What the hell?"
"Scary teacher loves our friend, is it just me or is that weird." Sam questions.
"It's weird" James says.
"It isn't weird I have known this kid her whole life." Quinn says.
"Really?"
"Yes after all her older sister is my partner," Harley says with a shrug.
"That makes you part of Chaos Calm? At the ripe old age of...?"
"19 and yes it does."
"Is the maiden of chaos really as good of a shoot as they say she is?" Sam questions.
"Better" I say with an eye roll. "She has the sharpest eye in the world."
"How is your aim kid?" Harley says while passing me a throwing knife.
I roll my eyes and say "Please" with a scoff "You and my sister's lessons are permanently embedded into my brain" as I use my right hand to throw the knife straight into the center of the target.
"Course you are still perfect at aim just like your sister. It must run in your family." Harley says with a chuckle.
I raise an eyebrow and say "You do remember I am adopted right?"
Harley waves me off and says "Ehh whatever. So is there anyone in your class I need to worry about?"
Sam shrugs "There is a Luthor but that depends on your opinion on whether you should worry or not."
"She already seems to hate me," I say in an annoyed tone that is only proven further the next day....
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"Welcome back kiddos. Today we are doing the basics." Miss Quinn says the next day when we enter her classroom.
A guy I think his name is Lance says "Psh you think we don't know the basics? Almost all of us have been training to fight our whole lives."
"I am barely two years older than you and I can beat all of you in less than 30 seconds," Harley says raising an eyebrow in challenge at the boy who immediately backs down. "So we do more basic training until I have confidence in your fighting ability. Pair up with someone around the same size."
I pair up with Sam and James pairs up with some random dude.
"Okay this is what you are going to everyone is going to up to each other, remember to keep your hands up to protect your face." Miss. Quinn puts her hands up to show as an example before facing Sam and saying "Sam please be an example with me." Sam nods and raises her hands "I am going to slowly, SLOWLY, attack Sam while giving and letting her counter. The point of this is to work on the basics of counter-attacks and defense so go slowly. Sam, please do a random attack pattern doesn't matter which one but remember to go slow. "
Sam does as told and throws a jab and then a right hook. Miss Quinn ducks the jab and then catches the right hook and uses Sam's momentum against her to put her in a headlock.
"Everyone get it?" We all nod, "Okay then get to it."
We do and Miss Quinn walks around and corrects us on our form and shows us new techniques.
About 30 minutes later, Miss Quinn, says "Does anyone want to spar someone in the class?"
Lena steps forward and says "I want to fight Kara."
Miss Quinn raises an eyebrow at me and says "Kara are you alright with that?"
I shrug and say "Sure."
Lena and I step into the ring.
She raises her hands to her cheeks and some nagging voice in my head tells me I can't exactly slack off in this fight.
Before Harley even says go Lena is lunging at me. It catches me by surprise but I quickly recover and duck and dodge all of her blows.
After a minute of just being on the defense I could feel Lena's frustration rise as she grits out "Fight back god damnit" as she swings for my head.
I duck the blow and grap her wrist and armpit and twist her arm into one of the more painful arm locks my sister taught me when I was younger. If used incorrectly or heald too long it can break a persons arm.
I wait expecting her too tap out but she doesn't. I pull a little harder seeing her wince in pain but she doesn't tap out even still.
Then it hits me she won't tap out because she is using this too try and prove herself.
I release my grip enough that no one notices but gives Lena the ability to counter.
Unfortunately that ends up with me in a painful arm bar on the ground. I tap quickly when Lena twists.
"Winner. Miss Luthor." Harley says and I could hear the suspicion in her voice as I stand. "You are all dismissed."
Everyone quickly files out of the room and I make my way over to my gym bag slowly as I rub the now sore parts of my arm.
I hear everyone leave the room as I drink some water.
"You let me win."
I turn and see Lena standing in front of me with her arms crossed as I continue drinking.
I turn away from her and set my water bottle back in my bag before I say "I didn't let you win anything. You won fair and square." It's a lie but she doesn't know that.
"You loosened your grip on that hold just enough that no one would notice but gave me enough room to get out."
"Who said I did that?" I say still playing oblivious.
"I do and you did. I want a fair fight." Lena demands.
I roll my eyes and turn back to face her as I walk forward but she holds her ground.
"You won't get one. Deal with it." I say before turning away and grabbing my bag and heading for the door.
AN: I will probably be doing a part two of this but again I have no energy but I hope you enjoyed this.