We were making our way to his office, Matilda right by my side, and the brown eyed boy following behind, but from far away.

We head inside the room before his office and Mr Whitlocks doors were both open, he spots us as he looked up from his desk,

"Come in, come in" Matilda and I both head in past the doors and sit down on the two seats, "you may as well come in too" he spoke again, looking behind Matilda and I and looking straight at him.

He rolled his eyes and eventually dragged himself into the room and laid down on the couch by the wall to the right of the chairs.

"Miss Pierce, how was your first night at the academy?" He asks, I shrug my shoulders,

"Yeah good" I say, not like it was anything special, I sat on a couch, got glared at by the grump laying over there and went to bed. Fun

"That's good to hear, so I asked for you to come in because with your situation, I figured you might not know exactly what this academy is about, or what we teach here at Northview" he pauses,

"Isn't it just a boarding school?" I ask without actually thinking, I hear the brown eyed boy scoff at my question, and he rolled his eyes and looked away from me, clearly I should know about this academy, but how could I?

"I'm afraid your wrong on that one Octavia, this school is only for a specific group of people-" he paused for a second, "-we train the students to become assassins, to help fight the underground crime of the world" he pauses again, looking straight in my eyes, I scrunch my face up with confusion,

What?

"I'm lost" I say looking around to Matilda who looked confused as well, but for another reason, I think she was confused in how I didn't even know this place existed.

"Everyone here comes from wealthy and rich ex assassins, they're parents have trained through this academy as well. They aren't just random people we take off the street and train them. Everyone here has the background to become the best, and help make this place safer" he spoke with clear desire in what he does at this academy,

But my thought process was everywhere, I was so confused, he mentioned that everyone here has a background with their parents being ex assassins, that's not me. My parents were assholes, from what I heard from the basement, they barely left the house either, they sat on their asses for their whole life on their own accord. They're not assassins, they can't be.

"Why am I here then? You said everyone's parents are ex assassins, mine were assholes. I practically got dragged off the street. Why am I here?" I ask again, frustration in my voice shown through a little bit, just annoyed at why I keep getting forced to be in these places.

Mr Whitlock paused again, he took a deep breath in through his nose and exhaled through his mouth, his eyes contemplating what to say, he wiped his mouth and spoke,

"I think that's a story for another time Octavia-" he paused once more looking at Matilda and the brown eyed boy, hinting at maybe it's something that I need to be told privately, I slightly nod, only slightly so Mr Whitlock could notice but not the other two. "-but for you, you are an exception here at Northview" he spoke, rather softly when he said it.

That earned another scoff from the brown eyed boy sulking in the couch,

I slightly shake my head at my thoughts, I am so lost but there's clearly not much that I can do, it's not like I can just run off and escape, the place is guarded and there's high fences all around us, you can see them far away in the distance and I also would maybe last fifty metres of running before I'd stop from the lack of exercise I've done.

"Now I know that is a lot of information I've given you, it's up to you wether you want to go to your first set of classes today or you can take the tour with Matilda and just view the facilities for the day?" He questions, I turn to Matilda to see what she thinks, she sort of shrugs her shoulders implanting it's up to me, I was hesitant.

I already know I'll be far behind, and with my lack of education I won't be ready for any of the classes, but I don't think I was ready to go through that, not today at least. I look to my right to the boy, he was now fully laid back on the couch with his arm over his eyes, like he was trying to sleep, or maybe he already was.

I roll my eyes and look back up to Mr Whitlock,

"Or you could do the tour with Matilda and take your time with it and then come over to the training facilities later when the students are training and give it a go?" He asks, I sort of liked that idea, not rushing the tour and not going to class and then checking out what training they do, sounds good to me I think.

I nod my head, and look at Matilda, "sounds good to me" she spoke, putting her hands on the chair to help her out, which woke up the brown eyed boy making him sit up,

"One last thing, I'll just need to grab your fingerprints and I can put you into our system so you can access the Marnock common room by yourself, I'll go grab the ink while you go over by that little desk behind my right side and I'll be over in a second" he spoke again, but my stomach dropped,

My fingerprints? How am I going to get out of this, it'd be fine if Matilda and old grump wasn't in the room. When I was twelve, my parents burned off my fingerprints one night, my mum was holding me down through out the whole thing, even through my tears and screams of agony, she continued pinning my body down.

As for my dad well I'm sure he had fun, all I remember before passing out after the 6th one, was him telling me why he was doing this. All he said was,

'They are useless so why have em, you'll be better off without them'

That was his reason for it, for putting me through all that pain, I knew it wrong but the pain was too much to handle. When I woke up three hours later, there was a plate in front of me, a leg from a chicken, that was it. It was like they gave me that as a reward for getting my fingers burned. They didn't even put anything on my fingers afterwards, no bandages no ice pack, that was it, a piece of fucking chicken.

I shake out of my thoughts as I stand up and stand by the little desk, Mr Whitlock then comes back into the room with the little jar of ink and heads over to me.

He stands to me left, grabs a piece of paper from the drawer, and places it down in front of me, it had my name up the top and my birthday. Another thing we never did, or never celebrated should I say.

He put out his hand for me to place mine into so he could press my finger into the ink, I just had to go along with it, knowing Matilda and the boy was in the room watching.

I put my hand into his, and he takes me index finger and pressed it into the ink firmly, he then transferred my finger to the piece of paper, he pressed it down and he then lifted it up after a couple seconds.

I look down to see what it would look like, and it was sort of just a blob of ink, in the shape of my finger. I looked over at Mr Whitlock, his eyebrows were furrowed with confusion, he then took my finger and turned around so he could see, and that's when he noticed,

He didn't really say or do anything, but his face expression changed to apologetic, he looked at me and then back at all my fingers. I let him go of me, wiped my finger and I put my hands in my pockets.

"Looks like we don't have enough ink, we'll just have to do it another time, you can go now girls. But you can stay" he says looking back over at couch. The boy just rolled his eyes.

Matilda and I left the room rather quickly and headed outside.