Authors notes: Hello everyone and welcome to my first fanfic! *Slow clap.* Oh, I know I know! Contain your excitement. I've always written fanfics, but I've never shared them with people and this is my first attempt at sharing my work. So please, leave comments and feedback, never be afraid to criticize! :D Enjoy c:

- Chapter 1: A Test Of Possibilities -

The suns rays shine through the cracks in the blinds, hitting my face, and more annoyingly my closed eyes. With a groan of protest I roll over, covering my face with my arms and blankets, blocking out the sun and the very day that inevitably awaits me. After a few peaceful minutes, a voice calls my name. "Spawn! Wake up man!" Before I can reply there are already hands on my shoulders, shaking me awake.

"Derek, can you please just let me sleep a little longer?!" I can hear Derek sigh, sitting on the bed across from mine.

"No can do champ, today is the day we raid the Schnee dust companies train. Those bastards will have no idea what hit them! We'll be quiet, like ninjas in the night!"

I do my best to block out Dereks daydreams, closing my eyes and trying to close my ears. To bad that isn't a thing, and soon, when I've proven to myself that he isn't stopping anytime soon, I take matters into my own hands. "DEREK! Please. Shut. Up."

"Whatever man, just get up!" I can feel the pillow strike my arm covered face, grunting in response as Derek pelts me with pillows.

"Fine! Fine! I'm getting up, sheesh." I sigh and sit up on my bed, dangling my legs over the cot and yawning loudly. "What time is it anyways?"

Derek frowns and turns his wrist upside down, checking his watch. "It's like, almost noon. I let you sleep as late as possible, but Treace is already pissed at you for missing breakfast, you need to come to lunch."

I mean, I'm not gay or anything, not that there's anything wrong with being gay or whatever, but Derek sometimes makes me jealous with his looks. He's definitely a "Lady killer." but not in the psychopathic sense. He's tall, and muscular. Shaggy blond hair with circular lion ears atop his head, blue eyes, the works. His skin tone is even ideal, not to dark but certainly not pasty. I have no idea why he's my friend, being the most popular guy in our squad, and probably the entire camp.

With a groan of protest and an exhale of breath, I nod and stand, stretching my relaxed muscles with another groan, this time of pleasure. "Geez man, keep it PG." Derek jokes. I can't help but laugh at this and toss my pillow at him.

"Alright, alright. I'll try. Just let me shower and get ready and I'll meet you in the mess hall." Derek gazes at me curiously, standing up in front of me.

"And how do I know that you're not just going to go back to sleep?" Smart boy.

"Derek, I'm hungry, okay? I'm coming. I'll only be a few minutes." He nods his head reluctantly as we share goodbyes.

As soon as Derek's gone I turn to the small nightstand near my bed, fetching my uniform and a towel. I walk down the row of beds, each wall lined with plain wooden cots. None of the beds are full, and each one is neatly made. I exit my barrack and walk down the gravel path to the shower area, my bare feet unbothered. I stop in front of a semi-large building with one entrance, and one exit. The only door reads; "Showers." I push the door open and walk into the small hallway containing two more doors, one labeled for males, the other female. I step into the males shower room and walk down the aisle of stalls, going to the far back and stepping into the last stall.

I shut the door behind me and hang the towel on the small metal hook behind the door. I take off my plain grey T-shirt and black sweat pants, along with my boxers, setting them on the small bench across from the shower. I step into the small concrete tub that contains the water, preventing a mess of water from flowing across the stall. I crank the handle, sighing as the steaming hot water washes over my body. I stand for a few minutes, practically falling back asleep, but willing myself to clean off.

After ten minutes or so I step out of the stall, dressed in my uniform; Black pants and a black long sleeved hoodie. My wrists are strapped with silver metallic wrists guards, stopping midway up my forearm. Across my chest is a white metal vest of body armor, the red white-fang emblem plastered across the back of the armor. My feet equipped with grey combat boots.

I walk over to a large mirror that spans the length of a wall, gazing at myself. I find my sharp blue eyes staring back, a large diagonal scar across my left eye. My black shaggy hair in a mess as it drips, still wet from my recent shower. I use my towel and rub my hair roughly. My hair is sort of long for a guy, ending around my shoulders in straight strands. My bangs are pretty long to, and swish to one side out of my face. I take extra care and time around my black wolf ears, attempting to get as dry as possible. My eyes linger on my scar, re-living the moment I got it, sending a chill up my spine. I shake the thoughts from my head and go over my uniform, making sure everything is in place and proper. The uniform is kinda small, being one of the smaller faunus. I'm nowhere near the size of Derek, standing maybe 5'8 if I'm lucky, and I'm not super buff either. With a sigh of self consciousness I begin brushing my teeth with the provided toiletries at the sink in front of the mirror. Once I'm finished brushing my teeth and drying/messing up my hair, I turn and head for the exit, satisfied.

I walk out of the shower area, trudging down the gravel pathway back to my barracks. I throw my dirty clothes and used towel into the large laundry basket for our barrack and make my way to the mess hall.

As soon as I step into the noisy mess hall full of my comrades, I can immediately spot Dereks vibrant yellow hair sticking above the rest of the heads. "God, He's tall." I comment to myself. I walk over to our table, sitting next to Derek. He has two trays of food, and slides one to me.

"You know how quickly the food goes around here, so I got you a tray." I nod my thanks and dig into my pasta, trying to tune out the noise around me.

After I've finished my pasta, I take a moment to look around at our table. My entire squad is here, except our leader Treace. I turn to Derek, a puzzled expression across my face. "Shouldn't Treace be here, you know, ripping into me for missing breakfast?"

Derek shakes his head before motioning towards a table behind us. I glance back, noticing our leader at a table full of officers. discussing something, too far away to make out what though. "Nah, she's at the officers table discussing tonight's raid. So you're off the hook for now." We share amused smiles and finish the rest of our meals.

A voice comes over the loudspeaker, requesting our presence after our meals for a short announcement. "After your meals Adam will be making a short announcement, so remain seated and remain quiet for it's duration." Me and Derek share confused glances, wondering what the announcement will be about.

After a few minutes, a man steps out onto the small stage at the back of the mess hall. He is dressed in a black suit top, with a red shirt underneath. He also wears black dress pants and black flats, stylized with red markings. His hair is spiky and a mixture of red and black, a white mask covers the upper half of his face, resembling the rest of the White Fangs masks, but stylized with red markings like the rest of his clothing.

"As you all know tonight we will be raiding the Schnee company train, hauling a shipment of dust crystals." He begins. "The train will be heavily guarded, and we run a huge risk of casualties. Thus, I will be aiding the raid personally. A year ago we attempted this very same raid, coming up short after a certain someone cut the cart loose." He trails off at the last bit of his sentence, reliving the memory before coming back to the present. "No matter, this time I expect a succes. I need a small squad of comrades to assist me, we will be the only force entering and conducting the raid, minimizing the casualty risks."

'That's quite the change of plans, we were going to use practically the whole camp.. this doesn't seem right.. Why would the leader of the White Fang put himself in this much danger?' I can't stop my thoughts from wandering, go over different possibilities as Adam continues.

"I will be hand selecting four of you to accompany me, I will be present during your combat exercises this evening, expect to be pulled aside and further tested if I am interested, that is all. Enjoy the rest of your day." He half salutes with two of his fingers and steps off the stage, escorted by an entourage of guards out of the building. 'Why not just bring his personal guards..?' I wonder. 'None of this makes a lick of sense.' The rest of the room seems unfazed by the information, including Derek who goes back to his conversation about weapons with Stain, another of our squad members.

- Combat Exercises -

With a grunt of effort, I bring Oculus down over my head, sticking the blade into the straw dummies head. With another grunt I rip it out, a shredding noise coming from the fabric as my weapon hangs at my side. I glance across the room, noticing adam eyeing me.

I switch my weapon into his sword mode. Oculus is a switch axe, having a sword and axe mode. The blade is jagged bone, lined with sharp teeth-like-points much like a saw. On the back side of the blade are shiny crimson black scales running across the blades length. As the blade ends nearing it's hilt, a large curved red horn hangs down below the hilt, making a sort of spiked hand guard. The handle is bone aswell, the bottom of the handle being a knee socket, filled with a white tuft of wolf fur.

I look around me at the other members of my squad hacking away at their own targets, smiling as I see derek swinging his mace around like a mad man. I retrain my focus back to my targets, three of them in total. With a yell of power, I swing Oculus in a horizontal line, a light blue aura surrounding me as I do so. Electricity crackles form the blade of Oculus, turning the blade bright orangey red from the heat the electricity creates. Oculus easily cuts through each target, sizzling and crackling as the electricity burns through the fabric of the dummies. The upper halves of each dummy ignite into flames as they topple over onto the floor, burning in silence. I smile as the blue aura around me fades, the blade of Oculus returning to normal as I holster him onto my belt.

A slow clapping is heard from across the room, and everyone including myself turns their attention to the source. Adam stands, clapping his hands and watching me. "Well done, well done. That was quite impressive. So, you're an Aura user?" I nod slowly, staring at him suspiciously. "That's not exactly rare, but It's been a while since I've seen one of our own comrades using it." I shrug, keeping quiet. "The silent type, hmm? Why don't you come with me. I feel like we have a bit to discuss." I look hesitantly over to Derek, and he shrugs. 'Gee, thanks.'

Adam leads me out of the combat building, walking us to another facility close by. "You heard my announcement this afternoon I presume?" I nod. Adam sighs frustratedly, glancing at me as we walk before looking back in front of us. "Then you know why I've pulled you aside. I wish to test your skills further, I've already made the decision to put you on tonights raid squad, but I wish to see more of what you can do."

My eyes widen, not really sure what to say. "M-Me? But I thought I was in trouble, or.. I don't know." Adam laughs and shakes his head. "No, not in trouble. I was quite impressed, having an aura user on our little raid team will be useful indeed." I nod in understanding and follow him silently into the building adjacent the training facility.

Inside the room is mostly empty, with a few overhead lights and a large platform in the middle of the room, stairs leading up either side of the platform. "What's this?" I ask.

Adam smile and motions for me to climb onto the platform. Without anymore questions, I do as he says and step up on the right side, Adam climbing up onto the other side. I can see him draw his weapon, and I answer my own question. "We're gonna have a duel?" Adam nods.

I flinch as Adam unsheathes his shortsword from it's holster that doubles as a shotgun. I take a deep breath and unclip Oculus from my belt. We share nods of understanding, and begin circling one another.

'What's he doing?! He can easily take me out with one hit. Why is he prolonging this..?' Before I can finish the thought, Adam rushes forward in a sprint. His sword is turned backward in his right hand, his shotgun/sheath held at the ready in his left. I switch Oculus into axe form, the blade sliding up and pivoting around to face the over direction, the hand guard taking its place and becoming a blunt edge. I take a defencive stance and block Adams vertical slash, catching his blade with the curved horn. I rip downwards and to the right, forcing adams arm to twists awkwardly or release his weapon. Adam holds on, and flips in the direction I pull, saving his arm.

"Clever," He says, his new angle and position rendering my hold on his weapon useless. He rips his sword free, pivoting on his right foot and bringing his shotgun forward in a horizontal slash. I scoot backwards, dodging the slash. As the barrel of the gun rounds out, it points at my midsection and Adam fires. I immediately flare my aura, the shot bouncing harmlessly away, but taking a lot of energy to deflect. In response, I raise Oculus over my head and bring it down in a vertical cleave, catching Adam off guard and causing him to flare his aura. I hit his shoulder with the blade of my axe, earning me a grunt from Adam as his red aura deflects the blow.

We both jump back, giving each other room to recalculate the situation. I refuse to give him to long, and as soon as I feel confident I yell, Oculus once again sparking back up to life, the blade glowing a strong orange as crackles of electricity flow from the blade. Adam sees my re-engagement and side steps out of the way of my blow, swinging his sword and catching me in the side. I can feel my aura lower as it deflects his blow,and I can't take many more. I yell again, Oculus changing into his sword mode as I slash, forcing adam to block. Perfect. Adam cries in pain as our weapons clash, a strong electrical discharge running down his weapon and into his body. He almost drops his sword, but grips it firmly, activating his own semblance. All of the red trimming on Adams clothing and mask glows brightly, and I can feel my Aura being drained. His sword is absorbing the power of my electricity, strengthening Adam. I realize this all too late as Adam pulls back, raising his sword high in the air and slashing down. I dodge out of the way, but it doesn't matter. A large shockwave of electricity flies towards me, striking me with force that is indescribable. My vision blurs from the pain, and I let out a cry of defiance as I slump to the ground, defeated.

After a few silent moments, a hand grasps mine and helps me to my feet. I recognize it as Adams from his black gloves, and a smile spreads across my face despite the pain. "Looks like I'm out, huh?" Adam chuckles and shakes his head.

"Far from it kid, welcome to the team." I look at him confused, processing the information. "But I lost!" He nods in agreement.

"The test was not about winning or loosing, it was about seeing what potential you had. And you have a lot of it." I nod in understanding, still suspicious of Adam but delighted to be apart of some super elite squad. 'Maybe I'm finally making something of myself...'

-End of chapter 1 -

And that's that guys! Sorry it ended a bit weird, but I needed to stop writing. It was getting WAY too long for an introductory chapter. I hope you all enjoyed :D and expect more soon, maybe even in a few hours, depending on if I want to write more. But the next chapter will most likely be up tomorrow c: Questions, comments, feedback, blah blah blah you know the drill. Thank you all for reading! And good day to you all.

Also, another quick note. Spawns weapon is a "Thunderhush" from Monster Hunter 3 Ultimate. I've come to realize I can't link to images in my stories, so if you're really curious and want a good image of Oculus just google; "Thunderhush monster hunter 3 ultimate." In google images.

-Spawn