Teen Spy Agency

Castiel~~

I listened to the girl rattle off the name dispassionately. Why should I care? Did I have a choice in what I did? No. Was I in control of my life? No. Was there anything I could do? No. Was I angry? No. Would I kill them given the chance? Yes.

I pushed the plain white chair back from the plain white table so it skidded across the plain floor, then walked to my plain room to lie in a plain bed that was still nicer than the one at home.

I tried to sleep in anticipation for the next day when we would be made in to teams, but all I could think about was how I would compare. Would I be good? Would they kill me if I wasn't? I wouldn't put it past them.

Adrian:

I woke up and turned to see blood all over my sheets. I sighed. That would be right, bleed out while I'm asleep.

I groaned and sat up, picking up the vial from the bedside table. What did she want me to do with it?

I looked up, startled, when the boy from before walked into my room, without knocking.

"Have you done the maps?" He asked. He was glaring but I didn't care.

"Yes," I said somewhat bitterly as I hand him the papers. He gave them a quick once over and nodded, seemingly pleased. I let him take the vial too.

"Carson!" he yelled.

"Yes?" she asked as walked into the room. Colby holds up the vial for her to see.

"What's this?" Colby asked.

"The antidote to the poison." Her face is blank.

"My, my, father will be so interested to hear about this," Colby snapped.

"What? I didn't think it was right that you poisoned the blade!" she snapped.

She snatched the vial off him, uncorked it, and poured it over my shoulder. I hissed. Colby made disapproving clicking noises with his tongue.

"You are going to be in so much trouble," he hissed.

I pulled away from Carson, glaring at her. I didn't need her help... Carson looked past me at the bed and sighed.

"See?" she said, pointing towards the bed. "This is what happens when you don't give them proper treatment--they bleed out!"

Colby glared at her and stormed out. She swiftly followed him.

Carson

Colby gives me a long glare obviously intended to make me feel bad. I don't. He storms out of the room and I follow.

"We can't let him die!" I hiss once we are outside the door. I don't care if Adrian can hear us.

"Why?" My brother asked.

"Why do you think. He is a valueable reasourse for us." I say. Okay, that wasn't the real reason, but it was what my brother would want to hear.

"Oh, I thought..." My brother started.

"Yeah, well, you thought wrong."

"I'm sorry. Lets go to our groups now." My brother says bitterly. I roll my eyes, then go to room nine on the bottom floor. When I get there, the rest of them are sitting there, ready to be taught. A tutor, Mr. Sanchez, stands at the front of the room.

"Hello, Carson, thank you for joining us." He said. I take my place at the small desk beside the teachers. I had learned all this already, so I would be a teachers aid of sorts.

"Future spies," Mr. Sanchez begins, "welcome to your first offical day of training."

Adrian:

I stared out the door at the empty hall. They were fighting. I laughed and sank down on the bed, holding my shoulder. They were spies and they were fighting? Didn't they know anything?

I sighed. Fighting amongst spies isn't a good thing--they tend to start killing each other off. My father had told me that.

I rolled my shoulder, testing it. It should be fine once it healed, if the antidote for the posion worked.

I looked back towards the door. Was I supposed to be somewhere? I moved to curl up on the bed and fell asleep. I was so tired....

Clara Sommers

I saunter into the large, bright classroom. Carson, I notice, isn't there. Thge teacher is though. I sit beside Castiel.

"This is stupid." I whisper to him.

"Like we don't all know that." He laughs a little. Carson walks in, then the lesson begins.

"Where is Adrian?" The teacher asked, noting an empty seat. Carson gets up, and makes an annoyed huff. Less than a minute later she comes back with a half-concious Adrian. He sits down in the very back of the classroom. I rool my eyes.

"What's up with that kid?" I say to Castiel.

"Aparently he is like some duke's son or something. I heard Carson and her brute of a brother talking about it." he responds.

"Thats nice." I laugh. The teacher calls my name. I quickly direct my attention to the front of the room.

Puppet-
I walked into the classroom with my head down, trying to advoid the eye contact of both Tyler and Colby. Just my luck. I sighed and sat down in one of the three chairs, leaving me in the middle of both of them. I sunk down low and bit my lip.
" Morning," a gruff voice called from the front of the room. I hadn't even noticed anyone walked in. " I'm Mr.Keen." I could basicially feel the tension from Tyler, tugging at me, pulling. Grasping. Demanding my attention. I sighed and sunk down lower in my seat.

Adrian:

I sat at the back of the class, half awake. Ugh, that would be right. I mentally slapped myself. I'm not a duke's son here. I'm just another annoying kid being taught the art of being a spy.

I tried to focus on the teacher while I rubbed my shoulder. It still stung... Stupid boy, now what are you going to do when you lose a possible alli?

I smirked and leant back in my seat, watching Carson as she jumped to help the teacher out. I sniggered and tried to keep my face blank for the rest of the lesson.

Tyler:

I drummed my hands against my seat. I kept glancing at Puppet trying to catch her gaze but she refused to look at me serves you right I thought to myself. Mr.Whatever his name is kept talking. He was being annoying so I blocked him out. I kept fidgeting. I hate to be in one place for long.

When the class finally ended Puppet raced away. I caught up with her in a few strides since everyone was trying to get out at once. "Puppet," She took a step away and I grabbed the hood to her jacket "what would you say if I told you that I made a mistake?" She looked at me as if I was insane "Sucks for you." She tried pulling away but I held her jacket firmly.

"Tyler," she began "just leave me alone, okay?" She unzipped her jacket and slipped out of it. She bolted and I was left there holding a pink jacket like an idiot. I headed to my room and threw her jacket on my un-made bed. I tapped my fingers on my legs and thought. I've got it! I found a peice of paper and a pen. It was loose-leaf paper but it'd get the point across. In my messy handwriting I wrote

Fire,
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I'm no good at this crap so
please forgive me.
I made a mistake.
I know now that from the begginning you liked me for me.
(Well, maybe not in the very begginning when you kept staring at
me like I was going to kill you but you get the point)
If you forgive me, come get your jacket...
If you don't forgive me, well,
You can still come get it but that wouldn't be nearly as sweet now would it?

From,
The Dragon

I folded it up and stuck it under her door

Lucius:

I tucked my hair behind my ear. Looking around at the people I sighed I hate not having a friend here I thought to myself.

Tessa:

I ran to catch up with Carson "Hey, can I ask you a question?" She nodded "Sure." I licked my lips and said "Why did you guys choose me for this? Like, I don't get why I of all people is one of the people you chose."

Castiel~~

I looked back at Clara; it seemed like she was holding up pretty well, and it would be nice to have a friend. I reminded myself to talk to her outside of class.

For the rest of the lesson I listened and absorbed everything I could. I may not like the job, but I was not going to die because of it.

Puppet-
I stormed into my room and slammed the door behind me, cringing when the sound vibrated off my walls. We had an hour or so before P.T-phyiscal training-, and I just wanted to be alone. I tackled my bed and screamed into my pillow. Why did guys have to make everything so diffcult? I sighed and scrated my head before getting up and scoping out a pair of shorts and a tank top, preparing for P.T. I was walking back to my bed when a low sweeping sound slipped into my room. My head snapped towards the door and I stared stupidly at a folded piece of paper. After picking it up I opened my door and looked down the halls. Noone, well, I am in a school for spies... I looked up towards the ceiling. Nope, still no one.
I gave up and went back in my room and unfolded the note. It read:
Fire,
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I'm no good at this crap so
please forgive me.
I made a mistake.
I know now that from the begginning you liked me for me.
(Well, maybe not in the very begginning when you kept staring at
me like I was going to kill you but you get the point)
If you forgive me, come get your jacket...
If you don't forgive me, well,
You can still come get it but that wouldn't be nearly as sweet now would it?
From,
The Dragon
I groaned in frustration and started to crumple up the note, but stopped halfway through. ' Why not?' I stepped out of my room and knocked on his door. The only reason I knew which one it was, was because of the chinese dragon on it. How obvious...

Adrian:

I stumbled out of the stupid class and went straight back to my room. I tired and my shoulder was killing me. I kicked open the door and looked around. The hall was empty.

Shrugging, I entered my room and pushed the day shut. My room, as I had only recently found out, wasn't hard to find at all. It had my family crest on it.

I rummaged through the cupboards and finally found a change of clothes. I just about to walk into the ensuite when someone knocked on the door.

Tyler:

A knock came at the door and I swung it open. Puppet stood there with my note in her hand and I said "So?"

Puppet-
I held my breath when the door swept open. Tyler stood in the door with a un-readable expression on his face.
" So?" He said. My fingers clutched the note a little tighter and I sighed.
" My jacket," I mumbled. He stepped aside and ushered me in.
" On the bed," he said. I walked over quickly and put it back on my arms. When I turned around he was still standing there by the door. I swallowed nervosly. Him being all reserved like that was more frightning than anything. I walked over and put the note in his hand. We stood there for a very long 10 seconds in silence.
" Thanks," I mumbled.
" No problem." More silence.
" Am I forgiven," he asked cautiosly. I half smiled and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving and going back to my room.