Creative Writing: Waking Up For High School

McMinnville, Oregon
06:00

My alarm woke me up for school that morning. I was exhausted and could barely open my eyes. It took so much effort just to move. I had a headache.

"What the hell?" I thought to myself as I rubbed my head.

I sat up and grabbed my phone to turn off the alarm. In my dark room, my phone's screen was blinding.

A message appeared on the screen, so I opened it, and it read: "Sorry for not warning you about the sleeping gas. You'll probably have a headache when you wake up, and also have difficulty getting up. It's a totally normal side-effect that will subside in about an hour or two. Go to school, and feel free to explore your phone's new features, but be careful. Wind will contact you after school. We will see you …show more content…

We kill bad guys all the time, such as criminals and corrupt officials."

"I know, but, like, are there... enemies of the Assassins?" I only asked because my Instinct had already answered my question. I just wanted him to clarify it, and he knew that.

"Templars." Wind's tone was a bit more serious now.

"And who are they?"

"So, the Assassins started during the time of the Third Crusade, as you already know. We were formed to restore peace and liberty to the world. But, not long after, some of the Assassin initiates got tired of helping people who couldn't fend for themselves. They also didn't agree with what the Assassins were doing; they wanted order and control instead of liberty. So, taking what they learned from being Assassins, they formed a new order called: the Templar Order. They are the real bad guys."

"Wow. Are they... a big threat to the Assassins?"

"The biggest threat to us. They are trained to their physical and mental peaks, just like Assassins. They're basically corrupted Assassins."

"Are there a lot of …show more content…

"It took each of us about a year or so."

"And it will be the same for you," Wind told me. "In a year, you'll have the body that every girl will want in their bed, trust me."

"Wind, stop," Lightning told him. Wind chuckled.

"Your training will start today," Chaos said. "Cardio is probably the biggest thing you'll need to train."

"Why?" I asked. I didn't like running that much.

"You'll be doing a lot of running," Wind said. "A lot of running."

"God dammit," I thought to myself. "Alright," I said.

"But you'll be trained in several forms of combat," Fire stated. "We'll train your speed, strength, stamina, intelligence, reflexes, flexibility."

"You'll also be trained in the art of stealth and assassination," Darkness added.

"Don't forget shooting," Chaos pitched in. "I'll be training you to be an expert marksman."

"We're basically gonna make you a real life superhuman," Lightning summed up.

"Alright, when do I begin?" I asked.

"Right now," Fire said as he stood up.

*****

I was running through the mountains, alone. It was cold, but it wasn't dark. I was wearing a training mask, which challenged my breathing. They told me to run for at least fifteen minutes, but I felt as if I've been running for fifteen hours. I checked the training watch I was given. I'd only been running for three