Chapter 58

58 New Girl

It was the next day, and it was of course Saturday, but I was feeling way worse than I was wanting to feel. I was taking my shower, and I just felt angry. I ate breakfast, and I just felt angry. I prepared to go to the YMPA, and I still felt angry.

I’m not sure why though. It made me even angrier that there was no reason why I was mad, I was just mad. Once I got sent to YMPA, I saw Mr. Drails standing there, waiting for me to come.

“Hello, Connor,” he welcomed with a smile.

“Hello, Mr. Drails,” I said with a nod. His smile was very “out there” and it was starting to get creepy.

As I prepared to enter the building, Mr. Drails quickly stopped me with his hands. “No need to rush now, just make sure you breathe in all the cheering alright. Be normal okay?”

“Why is this a pep talk?”

“Trust me, you’ll see.”

He then moved out of my way, and pushed open the door as a gathering of students began to cheer for me. In fact, I think there were cheerleaders there.

Everyone was clapping for me, with smiles and nods. Even September, who didn’t join, was smiling at me too. I gave a quick one back, as she came to me and gave an embracing hug.

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“Great job,” she said, and I couldn’t help but keep smiling. You know how there’s those people that just put a smile on your face when you see them? That’s how it felt.

She then let go, as I continued to walk down the aisle with cheering and shouting rambling into my ears.

I loved it, I adored it.

I soon walked to the end of the aisle, as everyone began to disperse and the halls of the YMPA began to fill again.

Then, a portal showed up at the end, as Mr. Drails entered through the portal. “So, did you enjoy it?” he asked.

“Perhaps,” I said with a shrug. “I’m positive you did.” He chuckled, “Me? I was the one who planned it obviously. That’s what we do to every student who has won in the WAC contest.”

“That clearly shows,” I said with a chuckle. But then I remembered what my Mom said, and my smile immediately faded away.

“Hey, uh, Mr. Drails?” I said, getting his attention. “Um, there’s something that I need to tell you about.” Mr. Drails nodded.

“Well, my mom wants me to leave the chess club,” I said. Mr. Drails chuckled but said in a whisper, “Listen, just because I’m your biological father doesn’t mean you have to talk to me about these things.”

“Not an actual chess club. Your lie, your distraction for me being here,” I said. His face folded into a frown. He sighed, “Have you tried to-”

“Yes, I sort of tried, but she’s my mother, I can’t disobey her,” I said.

His frown changed from a concerned to a more unamused expression. “Well, how much time do you have left?” he asked.

“Well, probably a few days at best,” I said. Then it hit me, I was gonna die. No one could know about this whole thing. They’d have to kill me!

I felt myself tense up as I answered, “I’m not sure, but I’m not sure what I can do at this point?”

He sighed. “Let’s solve this thing first and then we can try to somehow figure out what to do next.”

***

Soon enough, he called all of us. Malachi, Nikki, September, and Tisiah all came into his office. The only thing that was bothering me was probably the death stares he was giving me. “Hello, everyone,” Mr. Drails said, as he sat at his desk. “Now today, we’ll be discussing a few things.”

“Okay,” Nikki nodded.

Mr. Drails cleared this throat. “Now, we found some pictures of him, and based on what we saw, Marcello goes to all three cafes.” September’s eyes widened, as did Tisiah’s. “This is most likely where we will find him though,” Mr. Drails said. “The first cafe that was mentioned was the one he went to last, and he stayed there until about 5 pm in Russia’s time zone, or in military time, seventeen o’ clock.”

“Okay, so when are we gonna start the mission?” Tisiah asked. “Tomorrow,” Mr. Drails said, looking at September who nodded again.

“Okay,” Tisiah said, as he looked towards me and smiled. “I’m ready for that.”

“Good, now I also want you to meet Nichelle,” Mr. Drails said, as he looked towards Nikki who nodded in agreement. “You’re going to go after Malachi. Then everyone else follows after.”

“Alright,” Nikki said with excitement, as September looked at me with concern. She then sighed, and turned towards Mr. Drails. “Nichelle Harrison, please come into the office,” he ordered. After a few minutes, she showed up and I was not wrong about my theory.

Her body form was quite exquisite, and I was always staring at her for this reason alone. Her body form was of course a super model type figure with curves in every right place.

Malachi leaned forward from his leaning position, and looked at her in awe, while she stood in front of him as if he wasn’t even there. “Introduce yourself,” Mr. Drails ordered Nikki, who seemed to be embarrassed at the moment.

“Uh, yes sir,” she said as she straightened herself up. “Hi, I’m Nikki. It’s very nice to see you.”

She didn’t seem very gladdened by her attempt, but it worked well enough for the moment. Mr. Drails shook his head in amusement and looked at September with a chuckling grin on his face.

“Why do I find this so funny?” he muttered to himself, and he looked back towards Nikki.

“Alright, so what do you want me to do?” Nichelle said, turning over to Mr. Drails. He sighed and shook his head. “You will be working with Tisiah, over here,” he said, pointing at Tisiah on his other side.

“Him?” Nichelle asked. “Not even Malachi or that other boy?”

I felt honored when she mentioned me, the fact I was even worthy to be mentioned with the other two boys was something I never thought would ever happen. Although she never mentioned my name, her face told me all that she needed to tell me. Unless I was just assuming things, which would be very possible for me to do so at this point.

“Yes, with Tisiah,” Mr. Drails said with a sigh, before he continued on to say, “Now remember the plan is for you two to stay back and find Marcello. When you do, capture him, and then I’ll help you guys return back here.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, nodding her head slowly in agreement.

“Okay, it was nice meeting with you. Just get ready for tomorrow,” he said, looking at September again with a smirk on his face as if he had won something from September, who literally didn’t do anything. Maybe it was meant for all of us, because Mr. Drails looked at all of us with a smile on his face as if he had done something great for all of us.

We walked outside of the office as I began to walk down the stairs. But as I walked down the stairs, I felt someone touch me aggressively. I turned around, seeing Malachi, as he gave a blow towards my face.

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I blocked it with my hand as blood began to trickle down my lip.

What in the world? Why?!

“You dirty fiend,” he said, as he clenched his hand into a fist and hit me again on my nose. I cried in pain, as blood began to flow out of my nose. “You stole my victory,” he said, as he looked at me in anger with tears forming in his eyes. “You stole my light, all that I worked for! You’re evil!” He hit me again and again as blood began to pour out of my nose, my lips were also bleeding, as I tried to stop him from hitting me any longer, but he seemed not to care about that at all as he kept punching me.

“W-w-w-what have I done to you?” I asked, trying to get some air into my lungs. I tried to get up, but he continued to keep punching me relentlessly.

“What have you done?” Malachi asked, as he gave a sinister chuckle. “You won, that’s what you did.”

I finally got up to my feet, as he gave a blow to my face so hard that my knees went out from under me as I fell back on the ground. “Don’t get up on me,” he hissed. “You may have beaten me in that contest, but you’d wish you hadn’t.”

I blocked it with my hand as blood began to trickle down my lip.

What in the world? Why?!

“You dirty fiend,” he said, as he clenched his hand into a fist and hit me again on my nose. I cried in pain, as blood began to flow out of my nose. “You stole my victory,” he said, as he looked at me in anger with tears forming in his eyes. “You stole my light, all that I worked for! You’re evil!” He hit me again and again as blood began to pour out of my nose, my lips were also bleeding, as I tried to stop him from hitting me any longer, but he seemed not to care about that at all as he kept punching me.

“W-w-w-what have I done to you?” I asked, trying to get some air into my lungs. I tried to get up, but he continued to keep punching me relentlessly.

“What have you done?” Malachi asked, as he gave a sinister chuckle. “You won, that’s what you did.”

I finally got up to my feet, as he gave a blow to my face so hard that my knees went out from under me as I fell back on the ground. “Don’t get up on me,” he hissed. “You may have beaten me in that contest, but you’d wish you hadn’t.”

I used some of the stairs to get up onto my feet, as I could feel blood pouring out of my face from my nose. I wiped it off, leaving some stains on my sleeve. “Every single time, I won, I was the best agent in the YMPA!” he shouted. “I worked hard to get the respect, but now that you came. Now I’ve lost many steps in my fame.”

“Why is this so personal?” I asked, but he didn’t answer. He just kept huffing, as he gave a punch to my face again, as my face began to go numb and then I felt the blood gush from my nose.