Hi, so I'm really sorry to the people who took the time to read and review this fic only to get absolutely nothing for over two years. Shortly after I originally wrote and posted the first two chapters of this fic I lost all my inspiration for it and then lost interest in RvB. I got into it again a few weeks back, and when I reread this fic I was kind of appalled at how bad my writing was two years ago. Therefore, I am going to be rewriting this story a bit. I've already started working on the second chapter, which I hope to have finished in the next week or so. Once that's done I plan to start the third chapter over from scratch and go from there. For now I just want to see if there's any interest left in this fic. That's it for now.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Red vs. Blue or any of its characters or plot lines. That stuff belongs to Rooster Teeth.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
The 13-year-old turned and reached out clumsily with one had to turn off the alarm before one of the supervisors came into his room to tell him off.
He groaned tiredly, not wanting to get up.
The boy got out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom, splashing water onto his face to wake himself up. The boy grabbed some clothes and took a shower, dressing once he was out. He looked in the mirror and glared, then ran his fingers through his perpetually messy blonde hair in a vain attempt to get it to stay down.
Returning to his room the boy checked around it, opening drawers and checking the shelves to see if there was anything left before turning to the backpack sitting on the floor.
"Boy!" A voice screeched from downstairs. "Boy get down here now!" The boy sighed and picked up his backpack, making his way down the long flight of stairs to the first floor of the Orphanage.
A stern-looking woman wearing a name tag that read "Ms. Red" was waiting for him at the front door. "Ready to go?" She asked.
He nodded.
"Alright, let's go, I don't have all day."
The boy resisted the urge to make a comment about how she did in fact have all day, not wanting to earn himself a smack for insolence.
The Orphanage's car was sitting just in front of the large building that had been the boy's home for as long as he could remember. Even though it only took a few moments for the boy to get his backpack into the car and get into the back seat, Ms. Red was already looking impatient to leave. As soon as the boy was buckled into the seat, she turned on the car and pulled away from the curb.
The boy still remembered the time a week ago when he had overheard the conversation about his departure from the Orphanage.
Flashback
It was 9:30 in the morning on a Sunday, the least likely time for people to be coming to the Orphanage on any kind of business, when the boy heard the front door's bell ring. He snuck to the bottom of the stairs, curious to see who was there when most people would be at church.
The man he saw was unfamiliar, wearing a dark grey suit and tie, and glasses that reflected the light in a way that hid his eyes.
The man walked up to the front desk where Ms. Kaleb was sitting, working on some boring looking paperwork. He cleared his throat to gain her attention.
"Ah, excuse me," Ms. Kaleb said, "Can I help you sir?"
"Yes, I am here about one of the children in your care." The man said in a heavy southern accent.
Ms. Kaleb suddenly seemed to recognize the man. "Mr. Church, I'm surprised to see you here, you usually go to one of our other locations."
There are other locations? The boy thought. That's strange, I thought this was the only one.
Mr. Church was speaking again. "Yes, but I heard of an unusual case that I found interesting. A boy of 13 years who has a remarkable special ability. I am at the correct location, am I not?"
"Yes, and I believe I know exactly who you are looking for. I was told to keep his file handy in case something like this happened." Ms. Kaleb said, pulling out a file and putting it in front of Mr. Church.
The strange man opened the file and looked over it for a moment before nodding. "This is the correct file. I'd like to take him off your hands, if you don't mind."
"That," Ms. Kaleb said, "Would be wonderful Mr. Church."
"What paperwork will I need to fill out?"
"Everything is right here in his file, you just need to sign here." Ms. Kaleb said, pointing to where Mr. Church needed to sign. "Should I tell him to pack up his things?"
Mr. Church shook his head. "I am unable to take him today. Please have him sent over on Saturday."
"Of course sir, thank you for taking the time to stop in personally. I believe I should warn you that this particular boy can be something of a handful at times."
"I am quite familiar with dealing with 'handfuls' Ma'am." Mr. Church replied dryly. "And this case is of great personal interest to me."
With that rather odd statement, the man left.
The boy realized that Ms. Kaleb was getting up, probably to talk to whoever was leaving, and he didn't want to get into trouble for eavesdropping.
End Flashback
"Stop daydreaming boy, we're here." Ms. Red snapped impatiently, already getting out of the car to walk the boy inside.
The boy got out of the car and retrieved his backpack, then followed Ms. Red up the stone path to the entrance of his new home. There was a sign over it that read "Freelancer Academy" in large letters.
They entered the Academy and were greeted by the sight of a small waiting area and a receptionist's desk at which a dark-skinned man with black hair and unnerving black eyes was working on a very advanced-looking computer.
He looked up when the door shut behind the two. He smiled, but the action didn't seem to reach his eyes, and only served to further discomfort the already nervous 13-year-old.
"May I help you?" His smooth voice wasn't much better that his eyes.
"Yes," Ms. Red answered, ushering the young boy forward. "The Director requested that this boy be brought here today."
The man nodded slowly, looking over the boy briefly.
"Is there anything else you need, or can I leave?" Ms. Red asked curtly. "I have things to do." Once again the boy had to hold back a comment about Ms. Red's actual schedule for the day.
"No, that will be all we need," The man replied, "Thank you for taking this time out of your day, Ma'am."
Ms. Red turned around and left the building.
The boy watched Ms. Red leave before turning back to the man at the desk.
"Welcome to Freelancer Academy young man, I am the Counselor. You are David Washington, I presume?"
"Yes." The boy said.
"Good," The Counselor said, "I will show you to the Director's office, you may leave your bag here for now."
David simply nodded, still a bit overwhelmed by how quickly everything had changed.
David followed the Counselor down a short hallway to an office that had a plaque next to it that said "Leonard Church, Director."
The Counselor knocked on the door and a muffled "Come in" was heard.
The door opened to reveal a relatively large office with a window in the wall to the left of the door. There were a few plaques and awards on the walls, and a ceiling light. Across from the door was a large desk made of a light wood, with two chairs in front of it. Behind the desk there was the Director: a man with greying hair, green eyes behind glasses and a stern expression on his face.
"I have brought the boy you asked for." The Counselor.
"Thank you Counselor, you may leave." The Director's voice was calm and cold.
The Counselor nodded and turned to leave. "Shall I call someone to show him around?" He asked, and at a nod from the Director he left.
"Sit down please." The Director said.
David sat down nervously on one of the chairs and looked at the Director, who seemed to be assessing him with those piercing green eyes.
"I believe it would be redundant to ask you if you are David Washington, so I will skip that point. I am Leonard Church, the Director at Freelancer Academy. This Academy specializes in dealing with unusual cases, as I'm sure you know."
David hadn't been aware of that fact, all he had known up until now was that he was going to be leaving the Orphanage.
"The students here are divided into groups of twelve, and each group has their own dorm. The students in each dorm have all their classes together except for some sections of training. Your files have been reviewed and you have been placed in Dorm 12-F. One of your roommates will be waiting outside to show you around." The Director took a thin book from a drawer and slid it across the desk to David. "This has all the rules and information you need in it, as well as your schedule. Are there any questions?"
"No, sir." David answered.
"Very well." The Director said, then he smiled faintly. "Welcome to Freelancer Academy."
So there we have it! Finally!
Reviews are appreciated and I'll take any constructive criticism that you have. Flames are not welcome under any circumstances and will be... Yeah, I think you get the point.
See ya in the next chapter.