Hitman Academy

A cheerful bright morning, perfect time to start your day with a cup of hot coffee while letting the cool breeze tickle your face.

But here I am, in front of an institute, nearly as big as an entire colony along with a huge campus, situated deep in the middle of the woods.

'Welcome to Hitman Academy!'

Said the board at the entrance of the institute.

I never expected my life to turn out in such a way, but who am I to complain? It was my fault since the beginning. I couldn't blame my fate, for what I had brought onto myself.

A few days ago, I had a package delivered at my doorstep by an unknown sender while I was out with my mother, buying essentials for what we needed for survival cause you know, mother's can be super agressive when it comes to do's and don'ts of buying things.

Anyway, I never introduced myself right? My name is Atlas, Atlas Serno. I am a normal teenager, going to school, studying and living my life as a normal student. But the day, the package was delivered, my seemingly normal life, was going to turn around the other way.

The package I received the other day, was placed on the carpet in front of my apartment hiding most of the welcome written on it, when I returned home with my mom. I opened the package as soon as we enetered inside and what I saw in the package was going to turn my life upside down.

There was a gun inside the package along with 2 loaded magazines

The sight of the loaded pistol in the package had my mom in a state of rage and her anger rained upon me. I looked back to face her and I swear, I could see the fire of rage in her eyes. Suddenly, she yelled in a fit of rage,

"ATLAS, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING? ORDERING A GUN, WHEN YOU KNOW ITS A CRIME! UNACCEPTABLE. I AM VERY DISAPPOINTED & ANGRY ON YOU.", The scold was so loud that I could feel the pain in my ears.

Thank God the apartments we resided in were soundproof, else, me having a gun would be the word of discussion in the news next day.

"Mom listen to me please, I never ordered a gun and why would I even do so, I know it's a literal crime to keep a weapon with you without a consent?", I said in a state of panic, trying to calm my mother down, or rather cool down her risen temper.

"THEN WHAT IS THIS? ARE YOU A GANGSTER? OR A COP? TO HAVE A GUN BY YOUR SIDE?", asked my mom, not lowering her tone a bit.

As we were there arguing, I glanced inside the box and saw a letter inside the package amidst the gun and the magazines.

"Wait mom, there's a letter inside the box. Maybe we can find the one who sent me this package by reading the letter.", I said trying to calm her down again by diverting the matter of interest fron me to the letter inside the box.

My mom turned herself to see the box and saw the letter too. She then picked up the letter and opened it. It was carefully wrapped in a cream couloured envelope which had my name engraved on.

She started reading the letter and no sooner did she finish reading it than she lost control and the letter fell from her hands.

"What happened mom? What's in there?", I asked her, but she was too shocked to respond me.

I picked up the letter and started reading it myself and once I did, me and my mom, both shared the state of shock.

The letter said,

"Congratulations!

Mr. Atlas Serno, you have been selected to enroll in the Hitman Academy.

You fulfill all the requirements to be admitted in the Hitman Academy.

You can admit in the academy as of next Monday.

We'll be waiting for you.

From,

Hitman Academy,

Address: The Woods of Elpen"

'Wait? What the fuck is this? Is this a dream? Is there really a package in my house containing a gun and a letter which says that I have been enrolled in some, Hitman Academy?'

My mind was exploding with questions. What is even happening here?

How the hell did I get selected in some sort of Hitman Academy?

Me and my mom stood there like statues, with shocked expression on our faces. What was this going on in my life? I wondered.

After some time, me and my mom both shook ourselves from our shock and I read the letter once again, not believing if the contents of the letter were true.

I flipped the letter backside, expecting to see anything which could relieve my shock and I saw a note written in a fine handwriting, which only triggered my hope. I read it carefully. It said,

'P.S. You have been selected from many of the teenagers we surveyed. You, along with 300 more students will be enrolling in the Hitman Academy the coming Monday. Don't worry about your family, we know where you live and we will provide protection to your family.'

The little ray of hope, of this being a prank was lost when I read this note.

'Wait, a survey? When did I- ohh no, is it because of that?!', I sighed in shock.

A month ago, before the package was delivered to my address, I had to do a survey online while browsing on web. It was a strange kind of survey as it felt more like an altitude test than a survey. I answered all the questions correctly, submitted it and continued browsing on the internet. That survey was for the enrollment of this academy?

Everything was making sense now. I could not deny the fact that because of a survey, I had been admitted into Hitman Academy.

'That stupid survey. Why did I even do that, I should've quit the browser there.'

It's no use expressing regret over something which was inevitable. I was trying to shake off the fact that I had been enrolled in some Hitman Academy and I had to attend it from now on, but the gun in front of me inside that package said otherwise. I cannot turn back now.

My mom was still shocked. I slowly turned towards her and said,

"Mom I am sorry, but I have to enroll in this academy."

Her expressions darkened and her voice heavy with sadness, asked me one thing,

"Are you sure about this, son? I don't want any danger, reaching your doorstep. Is this your final call?", my mom asked, looking up at me with a sorrowful expression.

There was no use crying over spilt milk now. There's nothing I can do. I said in a heavy tone,

"Yes. I am sure. I will enroll in the academy."

I looked down with a gloomy face, but then I heard my mom say,

"If that's what you want, then I won't stop you.", she said with a deep and saddened voice and teary eyes.

I had seen the sorrow her in eyes for the second time since my father died in a collateral damage while protecting the kids, when there was a mass shooting in the school where he taught in as a teacher.

That day was an eyeopener for me. I matured too soon and the only thing I realised then was,

(LIFE IS TOO UNCERTAIN, AND AT SOME POINT, THE ONLY REALITY OF LIFE IS DEATH)

I swore to protect my mom since that day and now, its a time for a fresh start in life. Life gave me a chance to protect my mom by enrolling in this academy and I will come back stronger, strong enough to protect my mom.

Hitman Academy,

HERE I COME!

*Timeskip to present*

And so my life in the Hitman Academy was about to start since that day. I wonder what experiences I will have here?

The End