Chapter 17: First Day of School

Eader woke up, crawling with pain. He remembered what happened two days ago and laughed. Eader did some training with the sword, but he regretted it. He then stood up but tumbled down.

He groaned, loudly.

"Come on, fight me!" he screamed, like an idiot. Then he stretched his abs, but slammed his chin on the floor.

Well, crap, yesterday I could move, now I can't even stand.

He sighed, "I should at least be in front of the T.V."

He crawled down stairs, mocking a disabled cat. He reached the couch, and grabbed the remote and put the T.V on.

The news was screaming.

"New kidnapping organisation, might your family member be nex-"

He changed the volume to zero.

Well, crap.

He changed the channel, but forgot to put on the soothing cream, got up, and moaned a bit. Then he sat back down after, looking at his phone, waiting patiently for him to arrive at the destination.

Eader is not an idiot, he knew the guy was gonna snoop, so he put cameras, sneakily.

This also led him to put a tracker on Jimmy. When he was uniting him, he put it on. He thought he found out, so he wanted to try, after school, go to where the tracker is.

Hope this goddamn works, I got this from Gramps, especially after he thought he could put cameras in my house, well not today.

He sighed depressingly.

God, I have to put them up.

But he smiled sadistically.

Eader's wounds were healed (the ones that hurt). So he was happy since it was his first day of school, he wasn't excited. He just hoped he did not get bullied.

In his last school, he had a few friends, but never close enough to call good friends.

So he wanted to make friends.

That's mission number one.

His second mission was to avoid the girls.

But that's harder said than done, probably will bat their eyes away from me.

He then glanced into the air, thinking about it some more.

Strong people, I need to avoid those.

In addition, the third mission was to do good at school, since this is one of the best.

But my grades are above average, so it's fine.

Finally, the most important mission, make sure nobody finds out I have not got a sword.

With a school that relies 50% of you grade on sword usage, yeah, I would be ******.

He put on a cotton cloud shirt, with lead linen trousers, and the school said ties are not compulsory so he was happy about that. And he got a natural nylon blazer with a stunning shade of dark green. It had delicious golden buttons with diminished darkened dots in the middle.

Everything fitted perfectly, mainly because he had a year smaller than normal.

The detective knew his picks.

Eader was so happy about the fact that it fitted, but not what he also added.

He added a letter, which pleased him, but underneath, there was the girl uniform catalogue, with the message, "I did you a favour. "

The detective hoped for a person like him to enjoy it, but he threw it away. Making the right choice.

He grabbed his black bag and walked to the train station.

He woke up at the right time, so he had a full breakfast, brushed his teeth, changed and left.

He had a train pass so he could easily use the train. He walked calmly looking around. Seeing five other people: a beggar, a ticket conductor, a couple (both men) and a woman walking through.

This was not a surprise for the number of people there, since it was a minuscule station.

He checked his phone, an outdated odd phone, and saw he had to switch tracks once; the school varies train lines going straight to the school (or close enough).

He went through the gates, scanned it, and quickly walked, making it onto an already immobile train that left a few seconds after he stepped on. He saw nobody else from the same school, actually not many people at all. He sat and waited, feeling the rocking of the train.

***

The half-naked, abdominal muscular detective, with luxurious, rich hair, went through what had happened days ago.

Don't think about that, you have your teaching job, ready to teach students.

But it was very early in the morning, but he was exercising, leaving sweat, drooling from his "manly" face. He put on a shirt and walked outside the living area. Calling this his home was wrong, since it wasn't.

He walked down a patterned carpet-covered floor, looked in the nice hotels, and took an elevator down, then it stopped on the floor below his oversized apartment.

A man came in but not any man, a man that we all know. The man walked away from the house he was in and laughed to himself. Jimmy was standing next to the detective, giving a deadly look.

Earlier that fateful day, before all the commotion would start happening, Jimmy had returned to the headquarters, happy of what lucky streak he had pulled off.

That kid was an idiot.

But right after, he got a call and went over.

When he arrived, it had been to a large ware house. Once inside, his boss ordered, "Go into that room and you will see what you have to do."

The room was a small brick house used as a base, he hoped that nobody found out that he was captured. There was his boss and some other skinny dude in the same room with him.

He nodded following the order, hiding his smirk.

But when he crossed the door, a guy was standing there. He looked around the room, but before he could move he spoke, "so you are the one I have to copy, could have given me a hotshot."

He then gave a reaping smile, his hand Megan to glow green, no, a light turquoise colour, radiating like a jewel. Jimmy was terrified, that look, sweating a lot.

"I have a family!" he yelled, for his life.

"Haha, we know that's bull, so don't try it with us," but that's when his head detached before he could even take out his sword.

This moment had to be explained before you could understand who he is. That man copied Jimmy's appearance, a Jimmy look alike. He entered the same elevator as the detective, hoping to get him. They were on the fourth floor descending, and the reaction saved the detective, ducking at the right time.

He was not surprised that somebody came, so his guard was always up. The guy was good, taking out his sword with no glow, behind his back, and making the back of the detective touch it. This put him in a sticky situation.

Crap, what do I do?

"I just want to have a chat with the famous detective," he sinisterly laughed.

The silver door opened, showing two other people on the other side.

"Don't come into this elevator!" squealing like a kettle. This puzzled them but saw the man behind him with his sword out. One of the people shrieked, running away, the other ran and called the emergency number.

"Oh-oh, I will just need five minutes to finish you off," but he was distracted so he took the situation.

Using the palm of his hand he pushed the sword away to the left and included a kick.

Then moved to a bigger space to summon him, giving a purple glow and appearing with a mystifying amethyst sword. It was very long.

A longsword. Perfect.

His sword had blunt, forest green, as big and as wide as a machete, perfect for a hunter. It was fairly little compared to the detectives.

They both examined their swords, giving a thirty-sec break of just standing. It was pitch black outside, with a hint of orange. The only light they had was from the led inside. Then the detective growled murderously, "Why are you doing this? You *****."

Jimmy thought about it, and answered with a devil-like grin, "I do this because it's fun, but this job is highly paid, so I do for both, but," his smile increased in size, "I love seeing the people scream with terror, and the faces are the best."

He spread his arms out and looked at the ceiling, the detective lowered his stance, but still kept it.

His sword was barely hanging on.

I might be able to strike him now.

But he had doubts.

I should not be arrogant.

Jimmy imposter was surprised.

"Oh, a person would have attacked me, but you are different, you would have died."

He, with extreme speed, sliced a table in half.

"This could have been you."

***

Eader got out of the second train, full of students, also exiting the train. It was a swarm of fish. But not all from Eader's school but other schools also.

He got out and looked at the time, he was a bit early. He looked around to see a café.

He noticed a student café, which pleased him. Eader also got a pass to show that he goes to the school. He entered. It was a normal area with tables and chairs in sets of four and two.

These were spread out as the tables and chairs were metallic with warm red cushions welded on.

It had a black and white pattern scheme on the floor which he drifted his feet on. The menu was behind the bar, he looked at the menu, "may I please have tea?"

"Sorry, the machine broke, so we can't make you one," he gave a devastating sigh.

"Ok, thanks."

When he turned, the girl snickered.