DEADLY

Reds, enter the door on my left, Blacks, enter the door behind you, and Whites, enter the door at the end of the corridor,” Fujisawa Sensei said to around 30 adolescents who were standing in front of her.

Fujisawa Sensei was my class teacher and also the vice president of the school. Classes A – C were all here and were divided into three lines. I was freaking out. What were the Reds? Whites? Blacks? Was I the only one who didn’t understand what was going on?

“Relax,” I told myself, “This will be ok”. I was sooo wrong.

Ok, I just need to make it out of this book and back to reality.

I looked down and realized that the floor panels were shifting. Wait, what?

“Your test score from the entrance exams will determine which door you will enter,” Fujisawa Sensei added.

She then started listing the lowest to the highest achievers and each one of them got into different colours. I was trying to spot a pattern but I was too anxious to find out which group I was going to be in.

“Ikari Kaito, 89%, Black.”

“Asano Hanako, 89%, Red.”

“Hamasaki Akira, 95%, Red.”

“Tanaka Akane, 97% Black.”

“Takahashi Sota, 97.5%, White.”

What? Did someone say my name?

My brain stopped processing the information properly. When I heard my name and “Black”, I immediately started walking to the door behind me. I didn’t feel like myself; it felt like I wasn’t even in control of my body.

When I opened the door, I was sucked into a pitch-black pit. As I was falling, I noticed many of my favourite books were stocked on the walls. This was the same place I had seen the first time I entered a story.

“Akane, Akaneeee, you good?” a voice yelled into my ear as I slowly opened my eyes.

“Oh, thank god you’re ok! You lost consciousness there for a sec,” Kaito said as he helped me stand.

What had just happened? This felt like “classroom of the elites” stuff mixed with “the darkest minds”. Did I enter a world where both plots mixed?

I was so confused about everything. It felt like I was living in a lie. This wasn’t how the story was supposed to go. Or was it?

“T-th-thanks Kaito,” I mumbled, embarrassed about what had just happened. There was no pit, the floor was fine, I was hallucinating. The others must have thought I was crazy, coming into a room and just falling.

“You may now sit,” a deep female voice said, “you are all here for a reason.” She continued as I sat down on a black velvet chair: “You are the Blacks.”

What is a Black and why does everyone keep meeting them?

“Blacks, Reds, and Whites, that is the order from most to least dangerous power holders. My name is Kimura Sensei,” the woman said. She was going to be our mentor.

We were going to be assigned to different dorms according to our colours. I was a Black. That meant that my powers were the most dangerous. I still didn’t know what they were but according to Kimura Sensei, we would find that out the next day.