Chapter 4

Chapter 4: "Infiltration"

They say that with every new beginning you can become someone new, start anew. I have done that so many times, I don’t think I know the real me anymore. It is nothing something that I hate, but I just am annoyed at the fact. Some of my previous alias have included: Peter Johnson, Zachary Ashton,  Tyler Billows, Johnny Haefele, and many others. I suppose that this time, being Issac Timmons, I can make a huge difference in who and what I am. I know that I can not just drop out of the hunting business, I care too much about the safety of the world to do so, but perhaps I can live a normal life. Now, maybe I should get on task.

Where was it that I had left off at? Ah, right Snape. We left off with the teacher that looked an awfully lot like Snape. It is terrifying to think a teacher of Snape’s reputation, no matter if he is a fictional character, in your school building is well mentally painful to think about.

I came to find out that this Snape figure was the head principal of the entire school. His name was Mr. Ashing, a man who was in his mid forties with black hair that seemed to be darker than the night sky.

“Why...he looks like Professor Snape...” I muttered to Addy.

“Don’t let him hear you say that. You’ll get detention for a month if he does. He doesn't like to be compared to him. That’s Alan Rickman’s lesser known twin- he changed his name went to college to get his education degree. And we’ve got stuck with him,” Addy told me, as we walking into the school building.

“That was a very long walk just to get to the building from the lot,” I mentioned.

She just laughed and said, “Yeah, just a bit.” She took time to actually look at my outfit. It was just a simple pair of khaki shorts with a red t-shirt that had ‘Vote “No” on Daleks. Stop extermination today!’ I am kinda a Doctor Who fan. I had a pair of blue and white converse as well, and my bag was of course a blue book bag that went across a shoulder,,,and it was one with the TARDIS on it.

“Oh, the guidance office is just over there. Can’t miss it. It has guidance office written in big letters about it. Kinda gives it away!” Addy said as she ran from my side towards a mass of yelling girls. Ugg teenage girls- such an annoyance.

I walked in the direction of the guidance office, with my footsteps echoing throughout the semi-silent hallways. I stopped in front of the glass encased entrance to them, and looked within.

“so strange, these people... Does everything have to be so showy, “ I muttered to myself.

I pushed the door open, and walked inside. The secretary at the main desk looked up as I entered. “Do you need something?”

“I am a new student. It is my first day here,” I replied to her, as I walked over to the desk.

“Name? Do you have parents here that can help you fill out the paper with you?”

“Isaac Timmons,  ma’am. No, they are all busy ma’am.” I replied to her.

“Well, Issac go have a seat. The guidance person will be with you when he can. Mr. Qassion his name is,” the secretary told me.

I followed the directions she gave me and sat down on the sofa they had in the offic. In my bag, I drew out my laptop and signed in.

I went to the internet where I was able to tap into local police network. Illegal probably but the only way that can be used to save people who are chosen to be victims of these creatures. In the past two years I have hunted down vampires, werewolves, a coven of witches one time (not my favorite mind you), a shapeshifter, an archi and so many more. I have dealt with doing this month after month, mostly by myself since I was thirteen.

I searched through their database till I found the files that I needed- the ones that held the information about the victims. I looked up with a deep breath as I saw two administrators walk in talking softly to themselves.

“It’s terrible. Our school has lost five of our most important students...” a woman said.

“It’s true that we do have students that excel but also do other things on the side..but nothing like this should have happened to them.”

“I feel so bad for the families. The police aren’t even that close to finding who did this to them either,” the woman told the man.

“The Hairston’s were the newest family that got hit. Her sister- Shakira, she’s not going to be here for a while because of it. Then the Heartfilia family- their twins are just about to graduate this June, but with this do you think they will? I mean they lost both their younger sister and brother because of this killer.”

“We can only hope that the police find them, sir. Mr. Walton- don’t stress yourself over it. You have done everything in your power to make our students have better lives.”

I snorted loudly at the last bit, and I heard footsteps come my way.

“Think that’s funny boy?” Mr. Walton asked me, arms crossed.

“Oh if only you know the secret behind the world. The police can’t do a thing to catch whoever killed them. They never are,” I replied, anger lacing my voice.

“Who are you anyway. You have no identification on you right now? How do I know that you actually belong here?” Mr. Walton asked.

“I just started here. You can ask the secretary lady,” I replied, cursing inside of my mind. This man would stop me from doing my job.

“Mr. Timmons! A Isaac Timmons?!” a man’s voice called out.

“Here!” I called back as I shoved my laptop into my bag, that contained a spray bottle of salt water, and one of holy water. I couldn’t carry my weapons on me from the reason of school- but they were sitting in my car. I stood up and walked over to the man I believed to be Mr. Qassion. This was the official start of public education for me.