I, at the ripe young age of 17, was standing in line for an airship. "Next." Called the instructor, waving the first man through. I stepped forward, stopping on the white line. "Legs and arms apart, please try to not feel uncomfortable. This is just mandatory." He said, in a mechanical, monotone voice.
I stood spread eagle on the line, watching as the two police officers patted me down. The officer made me remove my weapons, a simple broadsword and a shield, and they placed them in the cargo bay of the airbus.
So where ya headed?" Asked the instructor, as the two officers stepped back in place. I pulled my license and ticket out of my wallet, deciding not to speak. "Don't speak much, huh? That's alright. I guess I talk too much anyways. Ulric North, huh? Wouldn't happen to be related to that family in the valley, would you?"
I gave him a hard look, as if to say 'stop talking'.
"Hehe. Sorry sir. Head forward and through the door farthest to the left. That's the door to the Beacon ship." I nodded, and started to step forward. "Next." I heard the instructor call again.
I stepped under another metal archway, and an alarm went off. I stopped, looked around, and tried to find something on my body that was metal. I saw four officers approach me, hands on their pistols.
"I'm sorry…" I said. "It was probably just my belt buckle." The one closest to me grabbed my left arm, and pulled it behind my back. I felt the cold ring of metal, reinforced handcuffs inclose my wrist, and then the other one.
"Sir, I need you to remain calm, or we will be forced to physically incapacitate you." I gladly accepted, not knowing what was happening.
"What's wrong? What did I do?" I asked, my voice rigid and slightly panicked.
"We can not say sir. Please just come with us." They replied, leading me from the shuttle building and into an armored squad car. Two officers with automatic rifles stood guard over me, and locked me to a rail in the back of the van.
After an hour or so of driving, we reached our destination. As two officers in heavy riot armor opened the door, I was blinded by the sunlight. One of them climbed in, and unlocked me from my seat, the other kept his rifle on me. They pulled me roughly out of the van, and made me march towards the high security prison. After checking me in, and taking my fingerprint, they ushered me towards my cell.
My cell was in an isolated part of the prison, and the cell itself was highly reinforced. Steel bars twice as thick as the other cells we passed. They opened the heavy door with a scrape, and practically threw me in, not bothering to take off my handcuffs. About an hour later, a squad of security guards walked up to the bars.
"There's a man here to see you. He will explain why you're here." The group parted as an older man in a suit walked to the front. He had silver hair, and carried a silver cane.
"Do you know why you are here?" The man asked me. He lifted his coffee mug to his lips, taking sip.
"No, not really…" I replied. Slightly agitated and annoyed.
"You are here because you, young man, are extremely dangerous. You have what they call a darkened soul. Do you know what that is?" He said.
"No, not really…" I said again, just as flustered as before.
"It means you were born with a fragment of the darkness inside of you. You are part Grimm, so to speak. You are stronger and faster then any normal human." he said to me.
"Is that dangerous?" I asked, my eyes wide and my eyebrows furrowed. "I am joining Beacon, would they not prefer that?" I added.
"Well I am deeply sorry to inform you, but you will not be able to join Beacon, or ever leave this cell." He looked down at his shoes, as if he were uncomfortable. "Let me explain. You have a darkened soul. When you die, you will ultimately become a Grimm, through and through. You could band the wild creatures together, and amass an army of them. The bad part is that, you will lose your mind, and become evil. You will hate all mankind, and seek to destroy us. We can not allow that to happen. So unfortunately, you will be forced to remain in this cell until your dying days, where your body will be locked up when you become a Grimm. It is just to insure mankind's safety. This happened 10 or so years back, but we were able to kill the humanoid grimm before he assembled a large enough army. We will take full precautions to keep you here, until…" he was cut off as I busted my cuffs apart, launched across the room, and made the bracers come crashing down over his head.
I immediately grabbed the guard through the bars, and broke his neck. I turned around to find the man in the suit rising to his feet. He was an obvious aura user, a blow like that may even kill an ordinary man. He stood at attention, his green aura pulsing. He raised his silver cane in an attack position. Suddenly he struck, raining blow after blow on me with his cane.
I used the cuffs still on my forearms to block with, but more than one stiff blow slipped past my meager defenses. I was able to eventually grab his cane. Using my superior strength, I wrenched it from his grasp, and used it as my own weapon. He threw a surprisingly powerful punch at me, considering his age. I grabbed his hand, and forced him to the ground. I reared back with the cane, and brought it down across his head. The man in the suit crumpled to the floor, unconscious.
I snapped the cane in half, using the cell bars as leverage. I grabbed the keys off the dead guard, and opened the cell door. After pulling the guard inside, and putting on his armor and donning his rifle, I locked the cell door back. I pulled the visor down over my face, to hide my identity.
It was actually pretty simple to escape after that. I just showed the dead guards I.D. at the checkpoints, none of them asked me to lift the visor. I stepped outside and pressed the door locker on the stolen pair of keys I retrieved from the guard. I unlocked the doors to his squad car, and settled myself inside. I laid my rifle in the passenger seat.
I fired up the squad car, and drove to my last obstacle, the toll gate.
"I.D. please. and lift your visor." The officer at the gate said. I gave him the license. Fortunately, the guard I killed also had a bald head, and was very muscled. "Ahh Ben, where you headed now? Did you come down with something?" He asked.
"Yeah, I have a really bad throat sore" I said with a wheezy voice, to mask my different accent.
"Geez man you don't sound so good. Well I'll let you go on home. Get some rest, man." He said.
"Thanks" I answered, in my masked tone.
I drove to the outskirts of Vale, and pulled over. I pulled out the officers scroll. I typed in my brothers number, and hoped he answered.
"Hello, who is this?" Henry said, as he answered the call.
"Hey, it's your brother Ulric. Is mom there? I need to speak with her." I told my brother.
"Yeah she's here, give me a second. Hey mom! Ulric's on the phone! He wants to speak with you!" He yelled to our mom, Rhea.
"Hello, are you there Ulric?" She asked.
"Yeah I'm here. I'm in a little bit of trouble. Is there any room left in the village for me? I asked.
"Well of course dear, there is always room for my son. What kind of trouble are you in?" She asked. I hesitated before answering.
"I'll tell you when I get there, I'll be there soon though." I told her. "Well alright, but please be careful. I love you Ulric." She said.
"I love you to mom." I ended the call, and erased all the data from the officers Scroll, removed the battery, and threw the scroll out the window. I then cranked the car back up, and drove North, to my village. To my home.