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"...Life. People take life for granted. Living each day as if tomorrow is promised. Never thinking that their world could end so abruptly. Life, is never promised, but death, is absolute..."

Mr. Smith arrived at the school grounds around 6:30am. Around the time the students would be waking up and readying themselves for the day. He parked into his assigned space, pulled his keys from the ignition, and exited his vehicle, slamming the door on the way out. 'I thought we were done with this case' He thought to himself sighing. There was a new 'Kira' on the loose, and he was already picking up where the previous one left off. Killing criminals and sparking followers. His most recent victim was a man named Genovai Allusai, he was a well known Italian crime lord. His name had many a black marking on it, and no one was sad to see him die. He died in a brutal accident involving a large revolving fan at a space shuttle and ALOT of mess and clean up. Precisely at 7:31 pm on November 23rd 2008. His face and name were seen through many newspapers and News reports considering he was very active amongst the crime scene. His entire syndicate crumbled beneath the weight of his absence and the Allusai mob is no more.

Many would think this was a righteous thing to do, but killing is wrong, no matter who the victim. Mr. Smith leaned against his car and popped a cigarette between his lips before lighting it. He inhaled deeply, then blew the smoke out his nose. 'And now we have these "geniuses" helping with the case' He thought, taking another drag and dropping the cigarette. He stepped on it, and proceeded into the complex. He passed security, giving them a wave as he did, the man office, and the dormitories where the students were. He wondered if they were still sleeping or not. Mr. Smith proceeded past into the classroom building, and went to his classroom. Class 1337. He opened the door, and entered the class giving it a look over. It was slightly gloomy, but maybe the sunlight would change that. Mr. Smith took a seat and waited for his students to appear.

Etoro arrived tired this was a new boarding school he was suppose to attend or something like that.Like always he was always thrity minutes early wherever he went he was rarely late.He sighed he didn't understand why he needed to come to boarding school maybe it was because regular school was to easy but he wanted to be ate home so he could eat junk food and sleep and wake up when he wanted too. He sighed going to his classroom maybe he would finially get a proper education who knows only time would tell thought Etoro. He went to the classroom taking a seat seeing a man in a seat this classroom was kind of gloomy and a bit depressing.

Io was sprawled on the desk, fast asleep, bits of wire and computer chips scattered around her prone form. The sudden chirping of an alarm clock roused Io from her precarious slumber. Opening her eyes and raising her head she blearily stared at the blurry clock in the corner of her computers screen. Blast! She was going to be late... But late to what? Not being the most focused person when woken up Io spent a few seconds and recollected her thoughts. Oh yeah! That special meeting in room 1337 she had been invited to attend. Whatever that was about. It was all quite mysterious. Generally she was not a fan of groups, but she had decided to attend just out of curiosity. Even though she had been in the boarding school two weeks she still didn’t quite get the hang of the layout. Tasking the computer to print out a map, she hurriedly rose from her desk, went to her bathroom, and prepared herself for the day. After emerging sufficiently presentable, Io hurried out of the room grabbing the map as she went. She hurried down the halls, arriving at the door of room 1337.

"Late, late, late..." Far mumbled to himself. His brother never would have been late... '1335....1336.... 1337! Here we go.' He opened the door and slipped in. Maybe he wasn't late... He sat down next to Io. He opened a chocolate mint and popped it into his mouth. Then he opened a book titled Loveless. His favorite book...

Entering room 1337, Io was surprised to see the teacher had already arrived, and another person already occupying one of the seats. Being a shy girl, she merely looked toward the floor and made her way to a seat in the middle, toward the left side. It was exactly the distance she could still see most comfortably (her poor vision had been a hindrance in many other classes before this), but still disassociate herself with the group if needed. Placing the map on the desk face-down she took a pen from a pocket and started doodling absently on the back, random squiggles and such. When another boy entered she merely looked up for a second, before going back to her work. The squiggles had morphed into an intricate collection of wires.