A world Apart (The alien Assassin)

Chapter 9.

POV. Assault.

Fatima was bored in philosophy and history class. Mistress Kisha droned on about different complex philosophy theories, none of which made any sense to her.

Philosophy had been hard enough back on Earth. The one quality philosophers shared everywhere, she noted, was their inability to agree with each other.

"Each one brought up a theory contrary to his colleagues own and debated on it, they even argued on the definition of philosophy itself.

He wasn't much better. It was all gruesome tales of past wars where the kedrans always won.

"Everyone apart from the kedrans found them offensive judging from grumblings and angry faces of trainees.

"Obviously mistress Kisha relished the event because she spoke in a dreamy voice with pride in her eyes.

The kedrans girls occasionally looked back at the other races throwing stickers at them. She looked at the clock wall, 4:35pm. Not being able to stand the class again, she excused herself to the toilet.

She had to walk past the rest of the classes which has now gone quiet, she heard whispers from Kedrans in front and low laughters. She didn't look back as she was now accustomed to it.

On her way there she saw two guards staring sternly at her. She affected an unsumming face as she walked past them.

At the end of the steps she looked back and saw them following her. She pretended not to notice them and increased her pace. She also heard their pace increase as their armored shoes bounced off the polished floor.

She felt fear well up in her as she looked around in diversion, to her disappointment, she didn't see any doors around, it was all walls for at least another 50 meters.

"She gave up running and turned to them.

“What do you want from me? She asked fearfully.

One of them indicated for her to be silent and move on.

They walked on quietly after that. She was frightened, were they sent to kill her or they just wanted to assault her, she thought.

They came to a door sealed off from the public, the taller guard of the two stepped forward and brought out a bunch of keys.

"He opened it just as they heard footsteps approaching them.

Fatima ran to meet the approcher but was dragged back into the room.

In the room, the tall guard locked the door and stuffed the key into his pockets.

She looked around, the room they were in was some kind of lad. Huge test-tubes were on cylindrical tables situated at the centre of the room.

Medical grey boxes were crammed in the right corner and a huge skeletal anatomy of a kedran stood regally at the left.

The room was stuffy as it had apparently not been used for a long and the whole place reeked of neglect.

The tall guard removed his helmet and gestured for his colleagues to do the same.

“It was Hassan.”

She looked at him shocked then ran and huge him. He had aged since she saw him last, his shoulders drooped and he looked thin.

"His eyes were red like a hemp smoker and he had a tired look on his face. His stubble scratched her chins but she ignored it. She had a lot of questions for him.

He slowly pulled away from the embrace.

“I thought you were dead, how long have you been here? I just got here last week and recently found your name on the notice board. Where have you been? I've been looking out for you, she babbled on like a mad woman.

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Fatima listened closely as Hassan informed her of the recent happenings. It was a lot to take in, Papa, the rebels, their escape and her part in it. She was scared if she will succeed.

"The whole plan relays on the unlock door in her dormitory. She tried thinking of a way to access the area but she couldn't come up with a plan. She shelved it in her mind for further analysis when she got back to her dormitory.

“Personally I don't like you doing this, but there's no other way; Hassan said, holding both her shoulders and looking at her with concern. He noticed the bruise on her body.

“How did you get these? He asked, inspecting her body further with a raised voice.

"He had always looked out and defended her even when Papa corrected her for her wrongs.

“She tried brushing off his concerns.

“It's nothing," she said.

“So they're bullying you here also? He asked angrily.

“We have to go back," the other guard told him. Fatima jumped and turned around in his voice.

" She had forgotten he was there. He had been in a corner, quite all along. She was happy at the diversion, it was so easy for her brother to get off track.

“Same here, “I'll be missed in class, she said hurriedly.

“Okay, be prepared we will move tomorrow, " he said.

He took a long look at her then unlocked the door and left with the other guards.

"She counted to 50 then opened the door and headed towards her class.

She got there just in time to see the other trainees trooping out from class.

"Philosophy and history class was over, they were now heading to master Yedder for Martial arts.

She joined them as they all went there. The class was divided into small groups of friends.

Students hang around their friends chatting and laughing among themselves. She remembered Kat and her crew, she would have been walking alongside with them now if they had passed.

"She shook off the memory. She needed to be focused for the tasks ahead.

In front of the walking procession, they was a loud scuffle. Fatima joined other students that had rushed to what was happening.

Two jupits girls were fighting for an unknown reason, the shorter of the two was on top the other, boxing her repeatedly, some of the trainees cheered her on while some continued walking to master Yedder's class.

She joined those going to the class, girls fought all the time, there was nothing new in that.

Then an idea struck her.

“She ran to the closest guard at the entrance.

“Please help, students are fighting seriously in the hallway, " she said.

He rushed past her without looking back.

She ran past the door and went in search of the door her brother described.

"She didn't know if she could have the chance the next day to open it. She was lucky for the distraction.

Luckily for her, she found the door and went to it. It was dusty and rusty from disuse.

She turned to the door knob and nodded happily when she heard the satisfying click of it being unlocked.