Chapter 9: Lackrian Academy 2

Zacke's POV:

This guy was sitting in the dark like a mafia boss, and his deep voice struck order in those who heard it. Yet I'm here talking shit. Why? It's really simple: it's because I don't give a fuck; I don't care if he's the CEO of this school or whatever these students call him; if he thinks he can treat me like some underling, he's making the mistake of his life, I refuse to be someone's loyal dog that will bark whenever they say so. Since that day, I decided to live my life on my own terms; there's no way I'm going to let some washed-up old wannabe mafia boss guy speak to me this way. As I was thinking, my thoughts were interrupted by sudden laughter.

"Ha ha ha," the old man laughed. "Your him; there's no doubt about it.".

"Hey Sophia, What is this old man talking about? I asked.

She smirked and replied, "You'll find out soon enough.".

"You are now a student of this school. Welcome to Lackrian Academy, Zack Devilinch." "The name is Ostin, Ostin King, and I'm the head master of this academy." He said it loudly.

"It seems my plan has backfired," I thought. 

After all those shenanigans, we left.

As we exited the office and headed to the elevator, I asked,

"Now that I'm thinking, what's the deal with my uniform?".

"It's custom-made specifically for you, ordered by yours truly"." What if you don't like it because I think it looks cool?" she replied.

"It's not that; it just makes me stand out, that's all," I replied, checking out the uniform again.It was a custom crystal blue and white blazer jacket with a centipede sign engraved in the back, but unlike the others, it didn't go past my navel, showing the undershirt. I left it unbuttoned. The pants were black with a gold chain from the waist to the pocket. It was the perfect fit for my now-white hair and purple eyes; it sits on my now-lean frame. I really like that jacket, though. It's a pity it got trashed because of my last fight. Then something happened that was quite interesting.

"We passed our stop," I said, looking at Sophia in alertness.

"I know," she replied, giving me a moment's notice.

As we reached the phantom floor, I exited behind Sophia. I was alert, anticipating from any and every angle that I was vulnerable.

There was a group of students here; it was like a secret classroom that was closed off from the rest of the school. No, it was like a huge living room that's part of a mansion. There was a holographic television that a young girl around age 10 was watching as she hovered in the air over an expensive-looking coach. To my right was a boy and another girl arm wrestling.

The guy was around my age, with blue eyes, tan skin, and tall black hair rapped in a bun. The girl tied her uniform, exposing her abs and smooth skin; she was tall and lean, like she trains and workouts a lot; she had blond hair and red eyes; she was loud and vulgar when she spoke; her vampire-like teeth match perfectly her beautiful face. Her uniform pants could not hide her bulging ass and thick-toned legs.

An older guy could be seen in the kitchen sharing dinner in some dishes; he looked like he was the most mature of the bunch; he wore glasses; he was neatly dressed; his black silky hair was neatly combed to the side; and his ruled-up sleeve could expose his muscular forearm.

"Meeko, it's dinner time."Hey, "that goes for the rest of you as well," he said as he exited the kitchen, looking in my direction.

"Sophia, your back, and I brought the new guy too; I cooked enough for all 7 of us," he said, smiling.

Coming from up the stairs was a girl; her skin was pale,'like mine used to be', she was wearing an oversize ultra violet jacket, leaning forward as she walked up behind the mature-looking guy. "Is it dinner time yet?" she asked with one of the laziest tones I have ever heard in my life.

"You have no room to talk," Celia said, sitting around the table.

The mature-looking guy walked up on the two arm-wrestling 'BAM'. A loud sound could be heard as the two held their heads, screaming in pain.

"Common captain, why did you go ahead and do that?" they said simultaneously, like they were in sync.

"Get to the table now," he yelled.

"Yes, sir," they replied dramatically in fear as they dashed to the table.

"So what is this?" I asked.

"This is the Seven," Sophia replied. I carried on asking, " there's only five person, where are the other two".

" That would be me " she replied.

"So where's the seventh member?" I asked out curiosity.

She then turned and faced me, saying two words that would change my life forever.

"You've got to be fucking kidding.".

In an unknown place, a figure of a man was sitting in a chair.

"So you've found him; after a thousand years, the prophecy has come true; time is at hand; I think it's time I made my move."