Kyle let out a short burst of laughter. His vision was
blurred, his head throbbing. He could feel his blood rushing
through his veins, his heated skin flushed. Days like these were
the worst and the best. He never thought of anything when he was
in this state of mind - high on drugs. Wasn't that bad? He
chortled. Right. Like he cared.
It never failed to amuse him as to how much the school
let him get away with. The rules clearly stated,
"Absolutely no smoking, alchohol, nor drugs are permitted
on campus grounds or anywhere near the school campus." But he
knew that everyone in this school found a way around the
so-called 'written-in-stone' laws. No one followed the rules
completely. No one.
He stood up, stumbling. The room began to spin, and the
rested his head against the cold concrete walls.
Kyle felt his heart's rapid beat. His clouded mind
wandered over to why he was high in the first place. What was it,
stress? Boredom? An escape? He couldn't recall. Not that it
mattered much to him, really. The point was, now he was high on
crystal meth. Which probably wasn't a good thing to be,
especially since there was a high chance that ----
He froze, frowning. As whacked up as his mind may be
now, his senses, had, of course, spiked. There was a faint
- very faint - beeping noise in the wall behind him.
"Ah, crap." He shook his hair out of his eyes, taking in
the sudden pang in his head. Turning, Kyle rested his hands
against the wall, shuddering at the cold surface. He tapped one
spot, then another. It took him a couple of tries, but he reached
a place where the tap resounded. Hollow.
Stumbling backwards, he formed a tight fist and brought
it against the wall as hard as he could. Much to his surprise, it
broke. Not all the way - just enough to make a hole in the
concrete - but still.
"Hah! Victory for the druggie!" he crowed triumphantly,
pumping his fist into the air.
With a twisted grin plastered on his face, he stuck his
hand past the debris and pulled out a small sphere.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
"Gotcha." He whispered, a strange light coming to his
eyes. With practiced hands, Kyle quickly twisted the silver ball
open, revealing the core underneath. Wires crisscrossed over the
core, making it almost impossible to disarm. But not to
Kyle reached into his pocket, pulling out a small knife.
Carefully picking the wire, he sliced it apart. The
beeping stopped. He sighed. "Hm. Elementary." He scoffed, tossing
the broken sphere and beginning to walk away.
He had only taken a few steps when a sudden noise alerted
him. Kyle dashed to the turn of the corridor, rolling into the
darkness. He crashed into the wall, his head throbbing even more.
He cursed at himself for losing control of his own body and being
high. Drugs were definitely not good at times like these.
"Damn." The smell of smoke and a fresh explosion filled
his lungs and stung his eyes. He coughed, covering his dark eyes
with a sleeve.
"You shouldn't be so careless, Mr. Toncid," a voice said
from next to him.
Kyle stood up, waving the light smoke away. He found
himself face-to-face with the principal of the academy. He
scowled. "What the hell was that for?"
The middle-aged man shrugged. "Merely a test."
Kyle raised an eyebrow suspiciously. He blinked. "I could
The principal laughed and gave Kyle a mischievous grin.
"Ah, but you're alive, aren't you? Oh, and you failed, by the
way. You should have cut the red, not blue. Whoever said that the
blue wire was always the one you cut was clinically
Kyle snickered. "Not that I could tell." He muttered. It
was the principal's turn to raise his eyebrows.
"Hm. You have a mission. Follow me."
Kyle groaned. "What?"
The man turned and spoke to the boy again. "You heard me.
Now, unless you want to be disarming the hidden bombs down here
for the rest of the afternoon…"
Kyle gazed at the man, who was already starting to walk
away. He couldn't be serious. He knew Kyle was a druggie.
And Kyle failed that test. Why the hell are they sending
him off to another mission? It wasn't as if he was a high-ranking
student who was an expert at everything. Well, he had the
potential to be - and that was why he was ranked as a lower-class
Potential - the best hack in the academy. That was the one thing
that he could stand by.
He let out a sigh. "Why not?" He had nothing to