《Deadly Academia: Inception》


 PROLOGUE

    All my humor is based on destruction and despair. If the whole world were tranquil, without disease and violence, I¡¯d be standing in the bread line right in back of J. Edgar Hoover.


    - Lenny Bruce


    A few days ago


    The dimly lit underground chamber echoed with the muffled sounds of desperation and fear. The once-respected figures of authority in Ascendant Academy¡ªthe headmaster, senior masters, and mistresses, along with the members of the teacher association and secretary board¡ªwere all helplessly bound and locked in individual cells. The cold, metallic bars confined them, a direful symbol of their powerlessness.


    The senior mistress longed to be back at the school. Her voice was strained from shouting so loudly. But it was useless. They were several levels below ground, and no one would hear them.


    As the flickering lights cast eerie shadows across the chamber, a figure emerged from the darkness. Their presence radiated an unsettling aura¡ªa seemingly innocent young woman with an unnerving smile. Her eyes twinkled with twisted delight as she surveyed the captive leaders of the academy.


    The headmaster, his voice heavy with disbelief, managed to find the strength to speak. ¡°Who are you? Why would you do this?¡±


    The girl¡¯s smile dropped into a frown as she folded her arm. Sighing and shaking her head in utter disappointment, the girl spoke, ¡°I can¡¯t believe this. Not even my own headmaster recognize me!¡±


    The female rubbed her eyes as if she¡¯s about to cry, ¡°Mr. Griffin, were all those compliments of me being unrecognizable and changing the world with my mind just empty words of sweet nothings, Mr. Griffin?¡±


    The headmaster gazed at the girl with confusion.


    ¡®Huh, recognize? But I don¡¯t know who you are?¡¯ The headmaster contemplated whether he see the girl before but halted when he noticed a smirk gradually creeping on her face.


    ¡°Oh. You don¡¯t remember the brunette quiet girl who always gotten bad grades to the point you was considering of expelling her? Or the blonde boy who had excelled in all his classes that he became the first Ascendant student to ever graduate during the first year? Does any of these ring a bell?¡±


    The headmaster reflected on what was said. He had met so much students in his lifetime and the years at the academy always flew by.


    ¡®Based on the young girl''s features,¡¯ the headmaster thought, ¡®she looks quite young. She had to been a recent student!¡¯


    The headmaster thought so much, he overlooked the girl¡¯s words. It wasn¡¯t until he realize what was said had his eyes widen in shock.


    ¡°Wait a minute!" The girl exclaimed, her voice deepen to mimic the headmaster¡¯s. "How did you know those students attended the academy?¡± The headmaster didn¡¯t cared he was mocked. He was mostly surprised that the girl had just read his mind. ''Was I that easy to read?''


    The girl nodded, "Yep."


    ¡®First, she gave me an accurate descriptions of two students who attended Ascendant. And now she¡¯s reading my minds?! What type of sorcery is this?!?¡¯


    He heard the dark chuckles of the girl and quickly back away in his cage. ¡°There''s no sorcery at play, Mr. Griffin. Just some good old fashion techniques that keep the world going ¡®round and ¡®round.¡±


    She traced circles in the air with her fingers before giggling maniacally to herself.


    "I can¡¯t believe why someone would do this." One of the senior master said in disbelief. His voice filled with both disappointment. ''Let alone, an old student?'' Mr. Griffin thought.


    The headmaster moved closer to the cell door and beg, "P-Please don''t do this. I beg of you! There''s no reason for this to be done. Would you like some money? I-I can write you a check. If you just let me out..."


    The girl folded her arms and grimaced, "No! No! No!"


    Mr. Griffin fell to his knees, taken back by her change of attitude.


    "My reasons for doing this runs deeper than your bloodlines." The girl said matter-of-factly. "Since none of you don''t understand my reasons, there''s no need to beg, right? Besides, begging and bribing are so old fashioned. It does nothing to me."


    His throat bobbled anxiously, ''Something more?'' The captives look at each other with perplexing expressions. Deep down inside, they feared what would happen to them.


    "Haha! Yes. Look at each other. Because it may be the last time you will be doing so."


    "What are you talking about?!"


    The girl just smiled once more, which annoyed Mr. Griffin.


    ''She''s not taking the bait. Shall I try another?'' Mr. Griffin tried something else to persuade the girl to free them, but the moment after he finished his statement, he remembered that the girl had attend the school before. Twice.


    "You seem like a bright and intelligent young lady. We can offer you a scholarship at the academy?" The girl shook her head.


    "Or would you like a head position? A teacher? A senior mistress? You can be the youngest senior mistress who ever grace the halls of the academy." Again, her head shook.


    "Something else? Would you like a scholarship for your family? Maybe a brother?" And again, she shook her head.


    "Anything?? Please!!" He clasped his hands as he plead desperately, "Please!! If you let us go, we promise we won''t tell anyone about this! In fact! You can wipe our memory of this incident! Why would you choose to descend into darkness and malevolence when you can help the world?¡± What started as persuasion ended with Mr. Griffin fumbling his words.


    The girl¡¯s grin widened. Her grin revealed a cooling confidence. ¡°Because,¡± she replied, her voice dripping with sinister delight, "it¡¯s all so fun."


    ''Not the anwser I was hoping for.''


    She then continued, "You don''t even know why you are here. Doesn''t the idea of not knowing what will happen, what won¡¯t happen, what can happen, and what already is excites you?¡±


    Her words sent shivers down the spines of those held captive. The once-trusted leader of the academy couldn¡¯t comprehend why people like her choose to fall into the spiteful sea of madness. The air grew heavy with a mix of anticipation and dread as the girl¡¯s intentions started to unravel.


    ''So confusing!'' Mr. Griffin thought. ''Wasn''t we were talking about the academy? And now she''s rambling about excitement. My old brain is to tired for this crap.''


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    With a deliberate pace, the girl moved closer to the headmaster¡¯s cell, her gaze fixed upon him.


    ¡°You see, Headmaster, I¡¯ve grown tired of the mundane routines of this world,¡± she explained, her voice laced with cold amusement. ¡°The monotonous days, the stifling laws¡ªthey no longer satisfy me. I yearn for something more thrilling, more exhilarating. And I will use the world¡¯s most precious and highly respected institute to do so.¡±


    The headmaster¡¯s eyes betrayed a mixture of sadness and anger. ¡°But this isn¡¯t the way, my dear,¡± he pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation as he tried to reasoned. It was poor, but he still hope that his words penetrated the girl''s wicked heart. ¡°There are other paths to excitement and fulfillment. The path you¡¯ve chosen will only lead to destruction and despair.¡±


    The girl smiled once more. Any ordinary person''s cheeks would be tired from all the smiling, but she wasn''t an ordinary human. Changing the subject, she said, "This is surprising! Have you guys truly given up?" The girl turned to look at the other hostages in the cells behind her. "I mean, not one you guys tried to sneak and pick the lock whilst I was talking? Fear really frightened you guys, hmm."


    Suddenly, the sound of sizzling followed by a scream filled the air which last for a few minutes. One of the teachers tried to pick the lock, but a voltage so powerful strike back, burning her hand to a crisp. The girl''s crackles echoed throughout the chamber. The laughter went on for minutes. She felt the glares of the school leaders on her. She didn''t care.


    Once she was done, she was in a panting mess. She wipe a tear from her eye as she continued laughing, "Oh man. I can''t believe you fell for that. The oldest trick in the book."


    Whilst the girl was chortling, Mr. Griffin started to think. ''Her speech. Her mannerisms. Her personality. She''s too calm and collected. As if she has planned this moment from a long time...'' His eyes then widen. ''Wait a minute. Don''t tell me this girl have something to do with the recent attacks on Ascendant Academy?''


    ¡°Are you now putting the puzzles pieces together until it fits your perfect picture?¡± the young girl ask him as she started to release an oneirogenic gas into the chamber. She then said another statement in a sing-song like matter, ¡°The unpredictable can become quite fun when you¡¯re least expecting it.¡±


    Flummoxed, the old man glanced at the girl. The final realization pusled through his mind. Just when he was about to respond, his eyelids grew heavier and heavier. The last thing he saw was the young woman waving gleefully at him.


    The balding senior master¡¯s eyes widened, and just as he was about to speak, he too fell unconscious.


    One by one, the captives began to fall into a deep slumber. With a press of a button, all of the cell doors became unlocked. The girl then signaled the standing men in the shadows to grab the hostages.


    The girl orchestrated this sequence of events to transfer each renowned leader of the academy to individual, secluded prison cells. These cells were designed to isolate them from one another, ensuring they couldn¡¯t see or strategize together. The girl was aware that the headmaster knew exactly where he and his team were located.


    With the captives securely contained, the girl knew her plans could proceed undisturbed. Failure to prevent their escape was not an option.


    Besides, in a few days, a new group of students would be arriving, completely unaware of what awaited them once they stepped beyond the academy¡¯s doors.


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    Now


    The boy was at the airport waiting for his luggage. A few days has passed since the examinations had end and he had received an email. He had to use to verify to the airport staffs that he was a soon-to-be student at Ascendant Academy.


    The boy, along with a few other soon-to-be students, flew on the plane which was on autopilot. The boy observed all his peers as they ride in the air. His eyes flittered from the set of children who were quiet and meek to the children who were loud and daring.


    ''Something tells me he will be in my homeroom. He looks like he''s nimble with his hands, maybe an instrumentalist or an inventor. And that girl over there¡­ she definitely seems like trouble.''


    He made a few predictions on the students-to-be attributes, personality traits, their likes and dislikes, and commit them to memory just in case he might talk to them in their future. When the plane arrived to the island''s airport, it was eerily empty with only a few employees working.


    As the male glanced outside his window, he uttered, "There are no humans here. How bizarre¡­"


    His mind started to formulate reasons as of why there wasn''t any humans. He gathered his luggage from above him. As the students ambled down the boarding stairs one by one, a robot introduced himself and asked each of them for their name and identification number.


    Soon, it was the boy''s turn to tell the robot his name and number.


    In a monotonous voice, the robot asked, "Good day, sir. What is your name and your school identification number?"


    Showing the robot his ID, the boy replied, "Augustan Ambrovich. Identification number 001 546 3114."


    After confirming, the robot handed the boy a piece of paper before allowing him to go down the stairs, "Please take your personal luggage with you. Every other luggage will go on the cart." The boy glanced at the paper before stuffing it in his bag. Augustan followed the robot''s instructions and left the airport.


    When the boy exited the building, he felt like he was into another world. Augustan was greeted by the beautiful scenery of greenery, shrubs and flora. At the center of it was a large, circular water fountain made of stone and craved with intricate designs.


    ''I can''t believe all of this is own by the academy.''


    As expected, Augustan excelled all the examinations, archiving the perfect score of a thousand out of a thousand.


    After ogling the scenery, the boy followed the other children to a slightly discreet location. There, was a solid white bus with the ''Ascendant'' logo on either side of bus. It looked like it can fit up to fifty students. Due to not seeing any humans in the airport or on the bus, Augustan can only guess that the bus was driving on autopilot.


    Excitement pooled in the students stomach as they arrived closer to their destination.


    Augustan heard the loud chatter from the others as he glances out the window, his eyes swallowed the breathtaking driveway of the sun luminating the evergreen trees. The sun would be setting soon in another hour and they still had to go through an ceremony.


    Augustan closed his eyes and sighed.


    ''Hopefully, the orientation can be set two days from now.''


    As Augustan and his fellow students approach their destination, the towering silhouette of Ascendant Academy gradually came into view. The sun bathed the grand structure in a warm, golden glow, accentuating its majestic presence. Gasps of awe and whispers of excitement fill the air as they marvel at the sight before them.


    As the bus approached the school''s entrance, Augustan felt a surge of anticipation. The gate, adorned with the school''s emblem, stood tall and imposing. It seems to come alive as it swiftly verifies the bus''s identity, its mechanisms whirring with precision. With a soft hum, the gates swing open, granting them passage into the hallowed grounds of Ascendant Academy.


    The bus glided smoothly through the entrance, guided by an invisible force. Augustan watched in fascination as the vehicle maneuvered effortlessly along the winding driveway, as if it possessed an inherent knowledge of the school''s layout. It seem to navigate each turn and curve with uncanny precision, revealing an intricated dance between technology and the architectural design of the campus.


    As they ventured deeper into the heart of the school, Augustan''s gaze was drawn to the vibrant surroundings. Lush greenery adorned the meticulously maintained landscape, complementing the elegant architecture with a touch of natural serenity. The air hummed with a sense of purpose and possibility, as if the very atmosphere of the academy resonated with knowledge and ambition.


    Finally, the bus came to a graceful halt in a designated parking area. The doors hissed open, inviting the students to disembark and step onto the threshold of their educational journey. Augustan took a deep breath, feeling a pulse of excitement and determination. The awe-inspiring sight of Ascendant Academy, combined with the seamless arrival orchestrated by the autopiloted bus, instilled a sense of confidence and anticipation for the transformative experiences that awaited them within those hallowed halls.


    Once the bus parked in its designated position, the door smoothly slid open, inviting the students to wonder. Augustan patiently waited, observing as his companions eagerly stepped off the bus, their excitement palpable in the air. As he rose from his seat, a sigh escaped his lips, a mixture of nerves and determination.


    "Remember, Augustan," his mentor''s voice echoed in his mind, "Beware of the others around you and don''t forget the job."


    Taking a moment to steady himself, Augustan absorbed those words, letting them sank deep into his consciousness. He was aware that amidst the awe-inspiring beauty of Ascendant Academy, there were challenges and potential pitfalls to navigate. His mentor''s advice served as a reminder to stay vigilant and focused on the task at hand.


    With renewed resolve, Augustan steps off the bus, his heart filled with both excitement and a touch of trepidation. The grandeur of the school enveloped him, its architectural splendor and the palpable energy of possibility ignited his hopes for the future.


    As he joined his fellow students, their animated conversations and eager anticipation surrounding him. Augustan sensed the feeling of camaraderie among the diverse group, all trekking on a shared journey of knowledge and growth.


    With each step forward, Augustan carried his mentor''s words as a guiding beacon. He walked through the courtyard, taking in the beauty of the surroundings. Perhaps everything would indeed go smoothly.

 CHAPTER 1 ~ INAUGURAL STEPS

    The only limit to our realization of tomorrow will be our doubts of today.


    ¨C Franklin D. Roosevelt


    August 28th


    As I stepped off the bus, the morning sun casted a golden hue over the sprawling grounds of Ascendant Academy. My heart burst with anticipation. The air was alive with the hums of excitement and possibility, mingling with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass. Although I was already undertaking a mission, I felt the weight of responsibility and the thrill of boarding on a new adventure.


    Deep in the back of my mind, there was a lingering feeling that my mission would be derailed. That there will be alot of tumult occuring in this institution.


    No. I pushed aside my doubts. Focus on the mission. To gather information of the chaotic duo who created the catastrophic event known as the Great Global Genocide.


    Although my mentor didn''t agreed with me, he allowed me to come to this school due to him believing that my intuition was never wrong. I believed that the criminals who caused the incidents will be attending this school. I also believed that the persons will be wearing some sort of disguise. Even though I''m only working with little information, I believed that I can find the culprits before the three year period ends.


    My plan was nebulous at best, relying heavily on intuition. Even though few dared to pursue this case due to the culprits were like a walking time bomb, I had managed to enlist two private detectives to infiltrate the academy as teachers.


    The genocide was started by Bishop Jacob Jones and Sister Helena Hamilton¡ª two prominent members of the Church of Chaos. They had orchestrated the tragedy that claimed countless lives, including children. It was a clandestine sydicate that was mostly known underground and spreaded amongst the criminals. In fact, the only reason I even heard of it was due to my mentor, Sleuth. Unoriginal. I know.


    Under the furtive organization, they manipulated and controlled others to become children of chaos. The church would then encouraged their members to spread discord. Whether it was as small as kicking a poor dog or lying about stealing something to as big as kidnapping someone and murdering them, the church encouraged confusion and violence. Disorder and lawbreaking.


    Like a wildfire, their influence had spread across sixty countries. Since each person couldn''t get together in one big room due to the overall amount of members, the bishop and sister decided to host a global video call. During the video call, they held a feast for their established churches, which culminated in a mass poisoning.


    When Sleuth and I arrived to the church in London, my stomach twisted from the sight. Seeing that many lifes lying dead in front of me was frightening. The sight of many children as young as one that died made my heart ache.


    It didn''t helped that the video call was still on, meaning that we could also see the millions of dead bodies piled in the room on the monitor screens. I can only imagine how it smells.


    When tracing the video, I found out a lot of things. The geolocation of where the video call first started was in Washington, DC. Polices were already at the location, searching for any clues or evidences. There were fingerprints, nit nit a a strand. The only the police found was cyanide which was infuces in the drinks. When my mentor had arrived there, the church was burnt down to a pilt.


    I traced the ip address again and it lead me to Solomon Pax''s Island. The same island where Ascendant Academy was built on. And I know. There was a high chance that the ip address was tempered with, but something in my gut tells me that the criminals are here.


    As I glimpsed around, my eyes drank in the majestic beauty of the academy. Its elegant architecture towering above me in silent grandeur. The sprawling campus seemed to stretch on endlessly, a labyrinth of corridors and classrooms. I couldn''t help, but marvel at the thought of the knowledge and discoveries that lay hidden within those walls. Ascendant Academy was known for teaching beyond PhD level of informations. All knowledge is limitless until we limit the mind.


    But amidst the awe-inspiring surroundings, a sense of uncertainty gnawed at the edges of my excitement. I couldn''t shake the feeling that there was more to Ascendant Academy than met the eye. That beneath its pristine facade lay secrets waiting to be unearthed. My mentor''s words echoed in my mind, a constant reminder of the task that lay ahead.


    With a deep breath, I squared my shoulders and pushed aside my doubts, focusing instead on the present moment. I joined the throng of students making their way across the courtyard, their voices mingling in a symphony of anticipation and nervous energy.


    As we approached the entrance to the main building, I couldn''t help but feel a flutter of nerves in the pit of my stomach. The grandeur of Ascendant Academy loomed before me. Its imposing facade a testament to centuries of learning and tradition. I took a moment to admire the intricate carvings and ornate details that adorned the entrance, a silent tribute to the pursuit of knowledge and excellence.


    My feet halts in front of a portrait, my eyes opened in awe as I trace the male''s face. He has strong features, thick dark eyebrows, emerald green eyes, a hooked nose, pitch black hair and pale skin. The man looked handsome in an almost majestic, otherworldly way. My eyes glances down at the name plate located underneath the golden framed portrait.


    ''So this is the famous Solomon Pax. He looked very young. Like he''s in his twenties.'' I thought.


    Suddenly, a fair girl stood next me and began to blabbered about the portrait. The first thing I notice about her was her face was scattered with freckles. The girl was of average height. She had blonde hair that stops just below her shoulders and vibrant green eyes which was hidden beneath her circle framed glasses. Her facial features looked so delicate, I was afraid to see what she would looked like when she''s angry.


    "That''s Solomon Jacob Pax!" she said excitedly.


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    ''I know that. It states right under his name.''


    "He was born on March 1st in 1843 and died on March 1st, 1963. He lived exactly one hundred and twenty years. That''s twelve decades! Solomon Pax is the founder and creator of this institution. In fact, there were tales told that with his profound power, he created this land by separating the waters and rising the land beneath above. Isn''t that so cool?" The girl declared.


    It was a rhetorical question so I didn''t need to answer. But that was pretty cool. Due to my research, I know everything about the academy, including the founder.


    Solomon Pax was a man of wonder. An epitome for geniuses. He was a prime example of what would happen if one had awaken their inner powers. Mr. Pax was called ''The Transcedant Man'' and the ''Saint of All Saints'' since it was alleged that he had gifted powers from God Himself to the point he can control the weather, gravity, manipulate the earth and the waters and even predict the future! His mind has also transcended our earthly plane as he is able to comprehend and understand why anything and everything the way it is and subjects beyond. Why humanity the way it is? Is there such a thing as objective reality, or is everything subjective based on individual perception? What if death is not the end, but merely a transition to another form of existence?Can we ever truly know anything, or are we limited by our own perceptions and biases? and other such absurb existential questions.


    Many also believed that he possessed a God Conscious, a concious that knows all the knowledge of the world including those that are forbidden and hidden from even the people behind the grand schemes of worldwide events. With God Conscious, one can even know what had happen in the past, what has happen in the presence and what will happen in the future.


    Mr. Pax seemed like a person from supernatural sci-fi comic book.


    I thought the blonde girl would continue talking, but she abruptly shuts up, blushing meekly. She averted my eyes.


    Playing her hair, she stated, "I''m so sorry. I talk alot, don''t I? It''s just that my father admired him so much. In fact, the late honorable Solomon Pax is the role model for my father''s tech company. Because of that, he''s my role model as well." The girl continued to blabber about what she knows about Solomon Pax.


    I raised an eyebrows. ''Tech company? Oh, she means NTC. She''s Alphons Ferreira''s daughter.'' It''s funny that I am the narrator of this story and yet, I still write my thoughts down into separate monolgue.


    She looked at me in confusion, before her eyes widen.


    "Oh, I apologize again. I haven''t told you my name, yet!" She tucked her hair behind her ear and offered me a crooked smile, "Well, my name is Elena Ferreira! I don''t usually do this, but maybe it''s something about your aura."


    I nodded. I get that alot.


    "I don''t do much talking myself."


    Hoping that the girl got the hint, I turned around and quickly catch up the remaining students.


    But the girl was much faster. She caught up to me with a few steps.


    "Hey! You haven''t told me your name yet. That''s really impolite, mister! What if we''re going to be in the same class?"


    I can already sensed that Elena will be in my class, so she''s right. So far, she seems really knowledgeable as she was able to give me a rundown about the world''s super extraordinary genius.


    I stopped abruptly and Elena slammed into my back.


    "Ow!" Elena shrieked. Her nose scrunched up as she rubs her head.


    "Felt like I was slammed into a wall," Elena mumbled.


    "My name is... Augustan Ambrovich. It''s great that you seems interest in me¡ª"


    "What?!" Elena screeched. It was so loud, many students leered at us before continuing their gregarious conversations.


    "I''m not interested in you!" she exclaimed.


    "S-Since you were standing next to my favorite portrait, I-I thought that y-you look nice enough to talk to. T-That''s why I-I told y-you about the portrait. That''s all. Jeez!" She rolled her eyes.


    "You think just because you''re sooooo handsome, that any girl would want to talk to you, huh? Hmph!" She folded her arms and rolled her eyes again, as if she was annoyed. But the hint of blush on her freckled cheeks and the way she kept glimpsing at me stated otherwise.


    The way she got defensive told me she thought exactly what she said. When she began her sentence, as well as when she said I and you, she began to stutter. This shows me that she was lying.


    Elena was interested in me. Elena did wanted to talk to me. Elena did think that I was handsome and she also thinks that girls would want to talk to me because of that factor. I''m being so aware. This makes it seems like I''m arrogant.


    Ignoring what she said, I continued my sentence, "I''m glad that you find me attractive enough to talk to¡ª"


    I help my hand up to stop Elena from embarrassing herself with another weak speech.


    "¡ªbut for someone who seems so meek and fragile, you quite know how to start a conversation."


    "Fragile?!" Elena looked at me with disbelief and I chuckled.


    "I can create a gigantic robot strong enough to destroy this whole island, and you call me fragile? I can be as menacing as a villain, you know?!"


    "Yeah, a cartoon villain," I snorted out and she hitted my shoulder. Elena folded her arms and hmphed at me.


    It was quite easy to get inside her head. She was easy to read.


    Although she seems friendly, no one will take her a serious. Her mannerisms¡ªfidgeting, biting her lip, and avoiding eye contact¡ªmight not be perceived as threatening. However, it''s a basic principle of confidence that maintaining eye contact can assert dominance over others.


    Elena seem like an affable and warm yet contemplative and reserved girl who wants her father''s approval. Maybe it''s because she tried to get her father''s attention, but he gave it to someone else. Maybe its because her father doesn''t praise her compared to her other siblings and for that, she developed an inferiority complex. Elena is probably attending this acadmey because all her family went to this instution. Maybe its a family tradition. Maybe I should stop reading people and allow them to show themselves to me.


    But I also shouldn''t ignore any information when given to me. For the moment, maybe she''s lying, but something tells me she has a hoax up her sleeves later this term.


    "Anyways, let''s get going. The mini introduction ceremony will be starting soon." Elena pulled my arms and dragged me.


    Inside, we were greeted by the bustling energy of orientation. The new headmaster, Mr. Murdock, stood at the podium, introducing himself and the new administration team. This unexpected change set off alarm bells. My research hadn¡¯t mentioned a new headmaster. What had happened to the old one?


    There was a new administration team as well. They all stood behind the headmaster, arranging from shortest to tallest, beaming brightly at us students.


    "Good day, stars! Welcome to Ascendant Academy, home to the elites. We won''t keep you long as it''s already a quarter to five. This isn''t the official orientation, but a small welcome program to introduce ourselves. I''m Mr. Murphy and I will be your headmaster for the three years to come."


    Something''s off. I need to find out what before it''s too late.

 CHAPTER 2 ~ A TASTE OF INTRIGUE

    Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another, ''What! You too? I thought I was the only one.


    ¨C C.S. Lewis


    The headmaster¡¯s voice echoed through the halls, "The official orientation will be held two days from now. You students should use this time wisely to interact with each other! Any form of violence or illegal activities is forbidden."


    Mr. Murdock then pulled an orange folder and opened it, clearing his throat, "As we call your names, please collect your card and key for your dormitory room. Return to your seats in an orderly fashion."


    One by one, Mr. Murdock called our names in alphabetical order. Elena, sitting next to me, contained her hidden enthusiasm well. The excitement in the room was palpable. Though she wasn''t smiling, her eyes shimmered just a bit and she uttered a small yes under her breath. I knew Elena was excited for this. For someone who enjoy her own company, the prospect of having her own room was a dream come true.


    "Oh my goodness! I can''t believe we''re getting our own room!" I heard a female student exclaim to her friend. My eyes glanced over her features before looking over at her seemingly excited friend.


    "Pfft! What a relief! I don''t need to share my room with a bunch of slobs." Another girl muttered. Although she was only many feet away from the left corner of my peripheral vision, I noticed she had dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. She nonchalantly examined her manicured nails, seemingly lost in both boredom and her cocky ambiance.


    My name was suddenly called, and I quickly made my way to the stage, ignoring any stares directed my way.


    After nodding a thanks to the headmaster, I paced back to my seat, contemplating whether I should wait for Elena or not.


    There have to be at least a thousand students present in this room. The principal took at least six seconds to call each name, depending on the syllables and length. He started letter ''B'' after he called my name. My guess is that it will take four minutes before he reached letter ''E'' and less than two minutes before he reached Elena.


    I took my seat and listened to the names being called. That way, I can put a name to a face and remember the students.


    "Hey, Augustan?" I turned to look at Elena. Her face was slightly flushed and she fiddled with her fingers. She was nervous.


    "D-Do y-you think you can¡ªuh...," her voice crack as she trails off. She''s probably saying the rest of her question inside her head.


    I lazily raised an eyebrow. "You want me to wait for you so we can leave together after your name is called. Sure, I''ll wait."


    Elena gazed at me in shock. "Really?!"


    I nodded.


    She then smiled and sheepishly rubbed her neck. "I thought my weird technology talk was starting to annoy you. Good thing it hasn''t yet. Thanks."


    I nodded again and waited for Elena''s name to be called. Whilst waiting, my mind drifted to the thought of having a new principal. There was no updates on the academy website, so what''s going on? Have they forgotten? But that wouldn''t make sense. Ascendant Academy is always punctual about updating their website about every little thing that happens in the school. They do this because they know the world is watching. Maybe I''m in over my head about this.


    Once Elena was called, I began to gathered my things. It didn''t take long since I didn''t put down anything.


    Elena quickly returned, and we exited the hall after Mr. Roberts told us we were free to leave once our names were called. I always look over every detail.


    Mr. Roberts then led us to the cafeteria. The cafeteria at Ascendant Academy exuded a buzz of activity and communal camaraderie. Trays and plates cluttered and clattered as the students grabbed their meals. The cafeteria was located at the heart of the west wing of school. It serves as a hub of social interaction and nourishment for students and faculty alike.


    Upon entering, I was greeted by the savory aroma of freshly prepared meals, enticing the senses and whetting the appetite. The spacious room was adorned with traditional and elegant decor, reflecting the institution''s long history and prestigious reputation. The walls were lined with rich wood paneling, giving the room a warm and dignified ambiance. Ornate chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a soft glow over the space and adding a touch of old-world charm.


    Rather than modern furnishings, the tables and chairs were crafted from sturdy wood, featuring intricate carvings and upholstered seats for comfort. Antique rugs lined the floor, adding a sense of coziness and refinement to the room. Long rows of tables stretched across the room, providing ample seating for students to gather and enjoy their meals together. The buzz of conversation filled the air as students chatted and laughed over their food, forming friendships and forging connections amidst the lively atmosphere.


    At the serving area, a wide array of culinary delights awaited, ranging from hearty main courses to delectable desserts. The menu boasted a diverse selection of dishes to cater to various tastes and dietary preferences, ensuring that everyone found something to savor.


    Behind the counters, dedicated cafeteria staff work diligently to prepare and serve each meal with care and efficiency. Their friendly smiles and welcoming demeanor add to the warm and inviting atmosphere of the cafeteria, making every visit a pleasant experience.


    "Oh my gizmo! They have strawberry cheesecake! And chocolate mousse!" Elena rushed over to the glass display. Her eyes widen with excitement as she drooled at the sight of delicacies.


    I grab two trays and handed one to Elena. "At least put it on a plate before eating it."


    Elena gave me a stink eye before grabbing both the mousse and cheesecake, which were already placed on mini white platters. I picked up a fruit tart before walking to the main course counter. I added a cheeseburger and chips to my tray, and to assuage my guilt over the greasy choices, I grabbed a strawberry salad.


    I beckoned for Elena before taking a seat next to a floor-to-roof window. Not long after, Elena joined me, still beaming.


    "Wow. Thank you so much for waiting on me. Such a wonderful friend," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, causing me to smile.


    I didn''t know we were on friendly terms now. I didn''t mind. I''m going to need it. Elena didn''t emanated a dangerous aura. She seemed friendly and eager to please.


    "Thank you, thank you," I said, preparing a napkin over my lap. "If it wasn''t for you ogling the dessert section for five minutes, maybe I would''ve waited." I teased.


    "It¡¯s not that I was ogling at the sweets. It¡¯s just that¡­¡± Elena glanced down, her brows furrowed.


    ¡°I know. It seems like your parents, more so your dad, probably had a negative experience with sweets, which is why he forbidden you and your siblings from eating them,¡± I said, reading her expression.


    Elena gazed at me, her mouth opened in awe. I held in my laughter and took a bite of my cheeseburger.


    "Wow! That''s so cool! How did you do that?" She inquired, genuinely impressed.


    I chuckled. I looked around to see if anyone was listening. I leaned forward and whispered to Elena as if I''m about to tell ia big secret, "I''m psychic."


    I looked at her and popped a chip in my mouth. She should know I was kidding.


    But instead of laughing at my joke in disbelief, her eyes glimmered. "Really?! Oh goodness. Okay. Uh...?"


    Elena glimpsed around before looking on a boy with tan skin, long dark wavy hair and deep brown eyes. "Okay, tell me any information about that guy over there."


    Does she really believes I''m a psychic? I chuckled internally. I don¡¯t buy it.


    I raised an eyebrow, "Why? You like him? But I thought you liked me."


    Elena annoyingly rolled her eyes before cutting into her steak. I chuckled before glancing over to where Elena''s gazed was fixed. I focused on the people at the table across the cafeteria. Their voices were drowned out by the din of the heaving room, but I honed in on their movements, trying to decipher their conversation through lip-reading.


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    As I watched, I caught snippets of conversation, the shapes of their mouths forming words that I pieced together like a puzzle.


    Oh, so that''s his name.


    The guy, Niccol¨°, sat amidst a group of students who seem to hang on his every move. Despite the lively chatter around him, he remained quiet and reserved. Girls flock to him, vying for his attention, while his unique features¡ªlike his mismatched eyes and the scar running down his neck¡ªset him apart from the crowd.


    Mimicking the psychics I''ve seen in movies, I placed my fingers on each side of my head, rubbing my temples, and closed my eyes. Elena stopped eating and straightens in her seat, watching me intently.


    "His name is Niccol¨°, and... he''s gradually losing his sight in his left eye," I said, trying to sound mysterious.


    I rubbed my temples again, pretending to concentrate deeply before continuing.


    "He also has a scar that runs down from his neck and into his shirt. Likely from an intense knife fight."


    Elena''s eyes widen in surprise, and she leaned closer. "Wow, Augustan, how did you know all that?"


    I give her a half-smile, enjoying the moment of intrigue. "A psychic never reveals their secrets, Elena."


    As Elena giggled and asked me to read a few more people, she turned her attention to the rest of the cafeteria, scanning the faces until her gaze settled on a solitary figure sitting by herself.


    "Oh! You can read Tristesse." She nodded at a lass. My eyes followed and I was astound. Tristesse was beautiful. Her dark gray almost black hair cascaded down in waves, framing her heart-shaped face. Tristesse''s almond eyes were an icy blue and her cupid-shaped lips were a flush pink. Her skin was as fair as a dove''s and smooth as silk. Blemishes was not a word in her dictionary.


    Tristesse was a famous French model. She received looks from both the boys and girls. Clearing my throat, I asked, "Who is she?"


    "You don''t know thee Tristesse Beaufoy?!" Elena exclaimed.


    Of course I knew who Tristesse Beaufoy was. I remembered hearing a rumor that the prince of morroco asked for her hand in marriage. I always wondered why someone would named their child that word.


    "She models for her father''s couture known as Beaufoy. In fact, she''s a walking sensation in the modeling world. The fact she got the attention of Anna Winter says enough." She whispered the last part as if Tristesse could''ve heard her from where she sat.


    Anna Winter, the formidable fashion tycoon, has held the position of editor-in-chief at Dernier Cri since 1986. Known for her icy demeanor, she has been a prominent figure in both British and American media. Dernier Cri, the renowned magazine she oversees, specializes in covering the latest fashion trends and related topics. I recall my mother once mentioning that if she ever became famous, she would aspire to be featured as a cover girl by Anna Winter. Her dream came true.


    Elena added, "Her celebrity status reached its peak with the launch of her own fashion brand, Margaux, drawing inspiration from French regency and contemporary fashion."


    With admiration, Elena exclaimed, "Her father holds the title of the richest man in France and ranks among the wealthiest globally. Our fathers crossed paths a couple of years back. Mr. Beaufoy sought my father''s expertise for crafting a bespoke suit for the launch of the Starsung phone and the Nebula Tablet. However, I highly doubt she would remember meeting me."


    I nodded as I looked at Tristesse, "I see."


    If she felt someone was gazing at her, Tristesse didn''t showed it. Instead, she flipped the pages of her book.


    Something tells me Tristesse is aloof and taciturn.


    Tristesse quickly looked around before glancing down at her Russian literature book, War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy. I recognized the book cover.


    "Well...?" Elena asked, scooping the last bit of mashed potatoes in her mouth.


    I closed my eyes and pretend to concentrate. "She likes literature. But it seems as if... she''s gloomy."


    "Huh? How? Maybe it''s because all the model projects she had to leave before coming here?" Elena asked in confusion.


    "Maybe..." I trailed off but never confirmed it. Tristesse didn''t seem that shallow. Something tells me there''s more to that. Maybe its family business. Maybe that book reminds her of someone. Or maybe I think to much.


    "You''re trailing off so I guess I can conclude that its not fashion biz. Can you use your psychic abilities to see what''s she truly sad about?"


    I took a deep breath in and shook my head. "I don''t think so. It''s seems like there''s something blocking my energy. Maybe she has a mental block. Or the negative energy she''s emitting is too strong to bypass." I lied.


    Elena frowned before nodding in understanding. "Oh... okay. I hope she gets better!"


    I nodded slowly, "Yep. Yeah. Anyways, what''s the coolest thing you ever created?"


    Elena took a sip of her raspberry lemonade, thinking for a moment. Her eyes then widen as she slammed her glass back on the table.


    "Oh! Oh! It was when I created a Game Mania Virtual World! It contained games that I made as well as games inspired by others. It is set up in a grand hall where each door contains puzzles, conundrums or a world where you have a role to play."


    I took a bite of my cheeseburger. "That''s so cool. Which parts was the hardest to create?"


    Elena contemplated for a moment, "I wouldn''t say any part was difficult since I''m quite use to it. The parts that took the longest was the worldbuilding. I had to design multiple worlds with different cosmologies, physics, landscapes, cultures and lore. As well I had to do other technical implementations."


    I nodded while listening to Elena speak about her passion. However, the conversation soon ranged from movie genres to comic books.


    "What''s your favorite genre of movies? I like comedy or romance! I hate anything that deals with blood or dead bodies... or the occult! Ew!" Elena''s skin turned ashen as she shivered. "It just give me the heebie-jeebies!"


    "I like horror. Especially the kind that''s so mind bending and mind twisting."


    Elena grimaced, "So you mean you like psychological horrors?"


    I nodded, "Yeah. There''s just something about controlling the mind without needing to use deadly weapons or being some urban legend murderer or havinv otherworldly powers. There are humans who can manipulate you and you won''t even know."


    That truly scared me because what if we''re being control without even knowing it? Okay now my mind is racing.


    Elena was silence, gazing at me she then cleared her throat. "I don''t like anything that requires to much thinking. I already have to think think I help my father and his work. I just want something entertaining in a comically way."


    She then eyed me warily, "But that makes sense for someone like you to like psychological... horrors. You emit detective vibes." Rubbing her chin, Elena looked up as she pretended to think. She then nodded matter-of-factly, agreeing with what was said.


    I laughed in disbelief, "Thank you. I''ll take that as a compliment. I mean, detectives are intelligent. So indirectly, you are telling me that I''m smart."


    Elena bobbed her head. "Yeah, you seem pretty smart. But aren''t all psychics smart?"


    "I guess so. Speaking of psychics... have you heard about Y-Men? It''s a comic about mutants who have crazy powers and..." I trailed off, noticing the question mark that appeared on Elena''s face. "What?! You don''t read comics? I thought you would since they''re entertaining and don''t require much thinking to keep up with."


    Well, some comics doesn''t require you think.


    "I mean," Elena started, "I heard the name before, but I haven''t read any comics about them."


    "Oh. Well, allow me..." I began to tell her about the stories and lores of each character of the team. With each word I said, Elena would lean forward in interest. As we chatted, I felt like I learned alot more about Elena. It felt like we were friends for many years. Maybe a true friendship was blossoming. And it''s only the first day!


    Soon, an hour had flew by. It was pass seven o''clock and we were both done with our meals. We placed our plater in the tray return station and strolled out the double doors.


    "Hey. Would you like me to walk you to your dorm?"


    Elena nodded eagerly and we started our walk to the female dormitory. There was a comfortable silence surrounding us as we walked to the dorms. I only saw pictures, but the male and female dorms were on opposite ends of the campus. Using my memory, I guessed that the dorms were roughly 1.14 miles apart.


    Soon, we reached the female dormitory building which was 6 stories high. The building was painted in red with floor to roof length windows. There were a few girls lingering around in the saloon. Elena looked at the notice board and saw the list with their room number.


    "Okay! So I am on floor three...," Elena trailed off once she noticed I was going.


    "Geez! You''re going to leave without saying goodbye?!"


    I halted in my tracks. I turned around and gave her a nod, "Goodbye, Elena."


    Elena smiled and waved, "Goodbye, August!"


    Brushing of the sudden nickname, I watched as Elena entered the elevator before strolling away. The path to the male dorm was at least fifteen minutes long depending how athletic one was. The jet lag finally hit me as my eyelids became heavy. I shook my head to keep myself awake.


    My lids heaved again and I immediately widen them.


    I''m not about to drop sleep in the middle of the corridor.


    Suddenly, I bumped into a body. The contact was so quick, I was afraid I had knocked the air out of the gaunt girl''s lungs. How fast was we going? I grasped the girl firmly, keeping her from falling. Her body felt limp in my arms.


    "I''m sorry. I didn''t see you." The girl didn''t say anything. She just smiled.


    The girl looked up and my eyes traced her face. Her hair was long and black as a raven. On the left side, her locks were tucked behind her ear, but on the other side, her hair swept across her right eye. She''s insecure about her face, particularly her right eye. She''s hiding a major scar or something major happened to her eye. Or it''s just a unique fashion choice.Her roundish eyes were a murky shade of brown and her chapped lips was slightly on the thinner side.


    The silence became unbearable that I gradually released her. Nodding at her, I dawdled away.


    But I halted in my tracks once I heard the disturbing sentence the girl mumbled. Her voice was naturally low and raspy, but I heard her quite well.


    "The bloodshed that will happen in this school will be enough to paint the walls a new vivid shade of red."


    I turned around, ready to question her, she vanished. Its as if she wasn''t behind me at all. She disappeared in plain sight.


    What the...


    I look at the nearby bushes, before racing back to the female dormitory and questioned the girls.


    "Hey!" I shouted at the girls to gained their attention. They looked at me, some with lingering stares.


    "Have any of you girls saw a female with white skin, brown eyes and black hair that swoop across her face?"


    Some of the girls frowned, but they all glanced at me in confusion. Rubbing my face, I walked back outside and inhaled deeply as my mind began to race.


    Is she a ghost? No. I touched her. I felt her. She''s definitely real and corporeal. My fingers would''ve went through her if she wasn''t.


    I glanced up at the moon and sigh.


    Dear God, please... let what she said be false.