Illness

I happen to be sick, with a mysterious cold, perhaps spurning from the proximity of my also sick girlfriend, or perhaps the acceleration of 'lergies' already housed within my imposing system.

But no mere common cold can keep me from my life of mystery and espionage, of course.

Would you like to hear? Of course you would.

It was Friday, the second day of my math final. I had suspected foul play from watching my surroundings the following days; I was the only one that saw the five cloaked men hiding in the room, watching us. It was hard to pretend not to notice them- if it were not for my amazing concentration skills I could have given away that I had seen them there. I memorized their hand motions to eachother and deciphered their plans.
Anyway, on this Friday, the fourth day I had seen them I had planted secret technology on my person. Very secret technology. So secret, I wont tell you about it. I'll just tell you how it all went down. Just imagine me using gadgets, because I was. Expertly.
Anyway, on this Friday they struck. They shifted in the shadows, spraying gas from their guns, concealed until this point. This gas, when inhaled by the thoughtless students I share my class with, caused them to freeze where they were, in muscle and thought, and upon awakening they would have felt as though but a few seconds had passed. Thankfully, due to one of my gadgets, I had been unaffected.
I jumped at the first one, snapping his neck and killing him instantly. I ducked the bullets shot from another one and lifted my pencil; the riccochetting bullet grazed the pencil and killed him. I jumped at a third and a fourth, I forget how many there were. I eventually stood, victorious, before a mountain of bodies of these men. My only injury was a graze on my right forearm.
I went to the nurse and she put a Scooby-Doo band-aid on it.
Then I snapped her neck.
She had seen too much.