2:25 PM

It has been two weeks since the PlayMaker contacted us. We have been given a few assignments concerning the investigation.

Firstly we had to come up with our own list of suspects with evidence to back up our decisions.

We had access to all the tech we needed to make research our choices. We also had a list of all the FBI and CIA suspects on all the cases they have had. Which was really interesting.

We were introduced to the agents who were going to be our 'teachers' for the rest of our high school lives.

"Good afternoon my name is agent Kane but my teaching name is Mr. Troy. I will be taking you for self-defense and Agentry. I will be having you in the afternoons starting tomorrow. A training regiment will be sent to you via email."

"Hello, my name is Senior Agent Ron but my teaching name is Mr. Arckerman. I will be teaching you all the S.T.E.M subjects. I expect nothing but discipline and total obedience if you expect to pass your exams with the time allocated."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Special ops Erbert but you will be calling me Mr. Francis. I will be taking you in foreign languages."

Those are our new teachers. They all look too stiff and stern.

It was really hard to see them teaching anyone in general.

I was able to accumulate 3 suspects in total.

Agent Ron

The Dean

and

M.

I made each of them individual case files.

I suspect Agent Ron because he always speaks about how the government system is flawed and society is driven by corrupt officials in power who only care about themselves and no one else. He looks like someone who would be able to pull this off especially with his experience.

I suspect the Dean because no normal headmaster would let some shady people just use his school unless he was the one who killed them so that they could least suspect him.

and finally

I suspected M because out of all of us he was the calmest of us and even when the Playmaker threatened to kill the 'government' he didn't have the slightest of worries. And his whole persona is off.

We were also required to write an exam to test our 'abilities'.

We ere tested in the basic subjects. Science, English and English and any two fields of our choice. I chose Espanol (Spanish) and Martial arts more specifically judo.

It was almost time for us to head home for the day. So I decided to talk to M.

I had been seeing M in class and I always thought he was weird, even weirder than me. He always sat at the back of the class. His facial expression was blank, he always seemed to be distant in his own world.

He sat in awkward positions as well with feet on the chair. He never talked to anyone at all. Despite all this, he always maintained the top spot in our class with perfect scores in every class except P.E. Which made his suspicion percentage quite low at 15%.

He couldn't have managed to kill all those people, not alone at least.

I saw him walking out heading to the Dean's floor. Now's my chance I thought to myself. I approached him slowly.

His movement was fidgety and felt out of place. His pace was ways behind normal walking.

I neared him with absolute caution just in case he was the Playmaker. We were the last two to leave the class so it would be the most ideal place to kill me. I slipped a pre-written letter into the coat I was wearing. It stayed M is the Playmaker in bold and all caps, if he killed me the police would find this letter and arrest him.

I got close enough to touch his shoulder. I tapped it slightly, and watched him turn his head. He looked surprised, to say the least.

"Hello, can I help you?." he asked.

His voice was nothing like I expected it to be. It was like a mixture of Justin Bieber and Ed Sheeran. It was angelic. I realized this was the first time I was this close to him. His scent was filled with a mixture of fragrances like lavender, roses, and dandelion.

I was stunned by his everything.

"Hello???" he was clearly puzzled.

I finally summed up the courage to talk to him.

"Who are you?" I asked with as much confidence as possible.

"Huh?" Another puzzled look fell on his face.

"I mean like who are you? who is M? why do you do the things you do? how are you always at the top of our class? and how are you so weird and mysterious?"

I blurted all I was thinking.

He just smiled at me.

His smile was piercing. My legs felt like they were going to buckle under me.

My whole perspective on M took a whole 360. I was conflicted. Was he the weird M I am so used to and who is my suspect or is he this perfect being I met a few moments ago?

My eyes fell upon his hand. It was reaching into his hoodie pocket.

Was he getting a gun or maybe a knife I thought. But I was not going to just wait around for whatever was coming. So I used the self-defense skills I was taught in judo. Like how to take down a suspicious person.

I immediately grabbed his hand before it reached his pocket, and I turned around, stepped away from him whilst still holding his arm. I span him at a 180-degree angle and pivoted him over my shoulder. And in a continuous motion, he flipped over me and onto the empty hallway.

"Argh!" he shouted.

I sprained my wrist but it was way better than getting shot or stabbed or whatever.

He looked stunned but he managed to stand.

I took a defensive stance in response.

"What was that for ?!" he screamed.

"You were going to kill me, I saw you reaching into your hoodie pocket." I shot back.

"Kill you?" he asked confused "Is that what you really think of me. Some murderer who could kill innocent people. I thought you were different. You were the first to approach me at this school. But I guess you're just as bad as the rest."

He turned his back and he dropped a paper onto the floor. I tried calling for him but he was already far down the hallway by then.

It stung. He stayed I was like the rest. I didn't want to be like the rest of the snotty rich kids who came to this school.

I felt guilty. It was a real blow to my ego.

I walked to the paper he had dropped. It was some sort of business card with his name and phone number.

M Lawrence.

I didn't even know he had a surname until now. But how could I? I didn't even bother talking to him because I thought he was weird.

I felt so pathetic I hated it but I deserved it.

I slid the paper into my pocket but as I was putting it into my pocket, I felt nothing. in my it. My pocket was empty.

I was alarmed. The paper in my pocket that I previously wrote was gone. the paper which I had made in an act of prejudice claiming M was the playmaker.

Was it him who stole it?

NO.

The only time we touched was when I flipped him over me and that's it.

Maybe it had fallen out. But I couldn't think of that now.

I had to call M to apologize. I was truly sorry.

Can you forgive me M?...

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Authors Note;

Hey it's me again. (me realising no one asked :D) Anyway, what a twist am I right hahahaha (cue cricket noises).

Anyway aside from the dead joke. I have decided to call you guys the Players. UMM you can comment if you don't like it and other name suggestions (me making a way for you guys to comment, am I not a genuis).

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