I'm not much for being a chatty guy, in fact, I prefer being left alone as much as possible. Especially now, instead of a beer, I got a soft drink, much to my displeasure. Instead of the radio, I hear tons of kids my age talking out loud, incoherent but still a big bug to me. I don't understand why I'm even here, I'm hated, not like I give a shit, so what's the point? I ain't no huntsmen either, that's for sure.

That's the only thing that can get me wondering about anything around here. The only thing that keeps me busy. I never realized that I'd just want a quiet, extreme lifestyle. Some silence, all the while with some action as well. Game. I want a game. Not video games, I'm not childish. I'm talking, one on one, hands out games. And I think I'd go exploring Vale right now for some action.

So having enough of the chocolate milk and gossip between the students, I stood up and walked away from my group. Those asshats that I'm supposed to call teammates were just getting on my nerves. I seriously contemplated on maybe murdering them and just telling the Headmaster that it was just a pack of beowolves, but something told me that that wasn't going to cut it. Plus, they probably could identify their deaths as caused by something else. After all, beowolves don't have the same mark as me. Shame, a real shame.

Then this chick bumps into me, she looks up and gets worried. I already knew this girl, her name was Velvet Scarlatina and man, she just made me want to swat her with a backhand. She's too shy, never speaks up for herself and is supposed to represent second years. What a bunch of bull... I don't even know why I picked on her, but I can guarantee that we are both idiots. Me, for being a douche to her, and her, being a shy victim in all of this. Grow a pair, will ya?

She's just standing there, mouth agape, waiting for my next move, so I gave it.

"Watch where you're going, stupid girl."

And like that, I was gone, leaving the bunny faunus confused. Oh yeah, I forgot, she's a Faunus. And really, I don't like their kind. Even if I am... Uh, yeah, let's just leave it that. Over the months being here, I've been pretty pissed and moody, if that's what people want to prefer about me. Why ? Because I finally got a good dose of reality, that's why. Don't ask me what happened. Right now, I wanted out. I didn't give a fuck what Ozpin said. I should just quit, I'm already a degenerate, I admit it. I'm a bastard, a lowlife, but I do some things right. I am, after all, the best there is what I do. Even if it's not nice. But I'm not nice...

So I ditched my old wear and armor, only pussies wear that shit. If you have to wear something that's supposed to deflect attacks, then don't even get involved in the fight at all. And that's what you can't ever call me again, I ain't gonna think twice about what will happen next. Got some new threads and headed out to the Bullhead docks.

It was about 30 minutes into the ride when I was staring at the ground. That's what I've usually been doing recently, and it's been creeping people out. Big deal. But it calms me down when I ever get mad. My bones were acting up again but soon would die down instantly after they were put to use. Sometimes I can't place my finger if my knuckles ached because I knocked someone's tooth out or because they sheathed back in every time. Who knows...

It's been a while since I had any liquor, and it was killing me. I'd find the nearest bar and hang out there, and see if I can get some action later on. A guy walked up alongside me with two girls next to him. I didn't look up at him and just kept staring at the floor like it was my class assignment. How ironic.

"Excuse me?" Said the guy calmly.

I grunted at him, which made him ponder for a couple of seconds on if this was a good idea, talking to me.

"Uh, are these seats taken? We've been all over the ship, but you know they've been all booked and cramped and-"

"No."

"What do you mean, no ?"

Okay, I was getting out of there now. I don't like the talk from this guy and the girls were cautious of my actions, smart. So I stood up patiently from my seat and looked down to them. They even backed away a little due to my appearance, surprised they didn't do it sooner.

"I mean, these seats aren't taken, in fact, I was just leaving," I said, bluntly, letting him know I was done. Without saying another word, I walked away. I could hear the two girls mutter about how rude my behavior was, it took about most of my willpower to not confront them, but I managed. Resting alongside the windowpane of the ship, I enjoyed the sight. I admit I did favor the view of the mountain cliff sides of the academy.

I could feel another of my pains again, not in my wrists, knuckles or head this time, but it was in my stomach. Yeah, I was hungry. I've been starved for months and yeah, even though not consuming anything that long would definitely kill someone, something else has been keeping me alive. My body hadn't been changed because of it, except maybe the few whisker hairs on my face. In fact, the bags have been more recent now that I've noticed. I have been deprived of sleep and the hunger was only making it worse.

So, to ease down the thought and reminder of it, I walked as steadily as I could back and forth among the ship. After a while, we finally landed.

...

The first thing I did was find the closest bar that served food. Thank god I managed to find one quickly without beating the information out of someone. Rushing slowly in the joint, I plopped myself as best as I could on the booths in there and asked for a beer and the menu. I ordered me a sandwich that included chicken breast with pepper, salt, cheese, and onions. I ate how most people would call savagely, like a wolf, so hell yeah, I was wolfing down on my food. If you were me, you'd bet you didn't give a damn what they thought. Hunger is powerful.

I was already feeling better and having a cold one away from school certainly made me ease in a long time. Jeez, the feeling of being hollow for so long, I really think it bored physically into my stomach. It's hard to describe, and even though I ate pretty light these days, it still felt odd in the pits down there. I ordered another chicken sandwich.

On my right, there were two guys horsing around, making a ruckus. Granted, I was ignoring it as best I could, but then they started spilling their beer and harassing this one waitress. Clucking like a bunch dumb retards, it was getting on my nerves. It was finally when the two were cornering the same waitress and that's when I examined them. The two were dressed rather sloppily, like lumberjacks who were out in the outer woods of Vale. One was blocking the left side of the lady while the other one was right in front of her.

"Let me go! I'm trying to get to work."

"Heh, heh, you're on break as of right now, baby," he said in a drunken slur. The other twit was just downing the rest of his drink and belching disgustingly. That's when one of them actually gripped her wrist and now she was trying to break free.

"Hands off, hey, hey!"

"I want me some of that, ha," as they were trying to reach her bosom now. Okay, that's too far. I slammed my drink down loud enough to get everyone in the bar's attention, and it got me some dirty looks from those two. I sharply stood up and marched down to them, freezing them in their tracks as well as the woman. So I stopped in front of them and scowled. All of the three were shorter than me, the men reaching 5'8 barely and the little waitress being 5'6.

"The woman said no, take the hint before you take what's next."

The little lady took the chance to slip free away from them before hiding behind me, so with a jerk of my head signaling to leave, she did so. But these two weren't getting out so easily, oh no. I needed to let out some of this frustration.

Finally, the dumbest out of the two decided to get ballsy and step up against me.

"Now see h-here, youngster, kid your age should just run on home and mind his own-" but he stopped right there when I smashed my bottle against his head, slashing his forehead and falling down cold. His friend, shocked, took the nearest thing he could get his hands on, a pool cue, and swung carelessly. I dodged without much effort and knee'd him in the groin before socking him in the mouth, finally pushing him against the table and pressing my knuckles against his cheek.

"This is gonna be worse than a morning shave, bub," and he was slowly getting the message by feeling what was coming out of my knuckles. He could definitely know this was going to end in one way if he even dared to repeat this again. I could see that his lip was dripping blood and that a tooth was on the table. With my free hand, I picked up the loose tooth and made him look at that.

"I ever find you here again,you're gonna get a head start before I go and smash your head in like so," I said while easily shattering his denticle to dust with my fingers. He shook like a leaf and just stood there. After sheathing them back in, he began stuttering like an idiot before feeling his throat to see if it was slit. Soon, he tore ass out of the bar and I happened to walk out, having had enough of morons for one fucking day.

"Best I had kept them in, hate to spill blood so early on such trash."

After ditching the shitty wear from earlier, I shopped for some proper clothes. Just a leather jacket, blue jeans, and a black tank top. I liked it like this, felt good. Felt like the real person I am. Actually, not a person at all. I walked out and decided heading back to school was probably needed, much to my disliking. Only reason why I decided to was that they'd know I was playing hooky. They should consider themselves lucky I'm even decided to come back. I had my rights. Besides, I needed to get back with my girlfriend.

I hopped on board the Bullhead, barely catching it in time. Funny enough, that same runt and those two girls weren't there. Not that I was complaining, they were better off being away. My temper is getting worse again, I admit that it's a problem. I was trying my damnedest not to snap out and get crazy. Probably should've visited Tukson while I was in town. I often forget to see him, and deep down, I really did feel for the guy. He was my friend, probably my only one. I'll do it tomorrow, he'd like that.

Tukson was a faunus and has been a dear pal since the first couple of months here. Only way I managed to meet up with him was when I had to research up some history assignment from Oobleck. So when I needed some recommendations on my topic, there Tukson was, ready to help. Over the weeks, we finally got to know each other better. He's the only one who knows my secret and managed to help calm down my anger. I owe it to him for helping me be at peace as best as I can.

It was nearing seven o' clock or so, and I was feeling drowsy. You'd think sleep would be great for anyone, but you just don't know how wrong you are if you were me. I suffer badly not to zonk out the entire day, and whenever I have the misfortune of doing so, I see the nightmares again. There are sometimes where I don't have them, but then I wake up, chest hurting and breath hitched, there my knuckles would ache for hours on end. Sometimes I wished I didn't have my so-called gift. I remember one night it had gotten so bad that I was paralyzed on the floor, sweat-drenched and muscle tearing pain coursed within, except they were only a phantom reminder.

I thanked Oum that I didn't sleep during the ride, it could have ended with the ship crashing with dead people with slashes all over them. I retreated down the block, staring blankly ahead of me. Occasionally, people would give me glances. Not like I'd care. They want a picture, then they could take it. If they don't, then they could take 4 days to the ER. Primitive primates.

It wasn't so dark, but the sun was leaving for the night anyways. The night air always made me change for some reason, it'd make the hairs on my neck stand up and my head would swim for a little bit and then mold into a brick of aggression. My hands would twitch too, and they craved moments to pop out. It's like they had a mind of their own.

I was getting close to the dorms when I stopped. I heard something rustling in the bushes, but then it ended. Normally, you'd think it'd be some nighttime critter. I knew better than this, something was up. So instead of going inside, I trekked away from the spot and ended up walking down the main avenue. It was empty, a good distance away from the dorms and it had perfect spacing. For clashing, of course, just so long as no poor chump gets in the middle of it.

All I could do was wait, patiently, although I was getting excited and not in a good way. Heart was jack-hammering and felt like a cigar could do the trick and soothe me down. Most of the time, I'm either grumpy and calm or just plain grumpy. But as of now, I was mad because this was the same shit for a couple of nights. Except I know Hank wasn't following me, he knew better.

Sitting Indian-style, my eyes roamed in the darkest corners in the night. Moon out and everything, that's when the change started inside. I groaned and bit my lip to cease the noise. It was no use, I was feeling feral. I wasn't having any trouble now seeing through the dark, I could make out everything. I even caught sight of a shadow blurring away and I lost them. I stood up and looked around.

"I know you're out here. I don't like being followed, asshole."

Silence.

"I'll gut you if I find you."

Clenching my knuckles, I anticipated any more signs of life around me. After about 30 seconds of checking if the coast was clear, I slowly began to walk away while being cautious. Before I could even take more 4 steps, I could feel a hand on my shoulder and at that moment, I could feel the slight prick of pain come from my knuckles as they popped out.

"You know I'm more than irritated that you didn't even cell or message me," said Blake in a monotone voice, it could spook others if you were on the receiving end. I sighed in relief knowing it was just her, I drew my claws back in, shuddering a little from the uneasy feeling. I turned my body to face her. Her amber eyes were narrowed, her arms were crossed and I could see she was kind've pissed. There were 3 levels when it came to her temper: Annoyed, Pissed, and 'Full on' Pissed. But so far she was a little pissed.

"I needed some fresh air, darlin'. Sorry," I said, scratching my head.

"Yeah, sure. What's with the clothes, did you even go to classes today?"

Blake was still clad in her school uniform and guessing what would happen after we get done discussing this, that could change.

"I did, but after lunch I decided to ditch for a while," I said shrugging my shoulders.

My baby wasn't budging, she looked pretty ticked about this.

"Look, Blake, I just needed to get out for a little. I promise it won't happen again, honest."

"You said that last time," she said like she was going to cry, turning her back to me, arms still crossed. "All I want is for you to mean something when you say it."

I didn't hear her sobbing but she just needed to get some things off her shoulder. I can be a bastard at times, but that would need to stop. I didn't like seeing her near the verge of tears, so I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her close.

"Listen, baby... You can hit me if you want to, just please don't cry. Please," I said in a whisper, hoping to god that this would work one last time before I'd commit myself legitly. She sniffled a little before wiping her eyes.

"Don't say stupid things, you big asshole. I'll start hating you if you do this again, I mean it," she warned, but I knew I was off the hook. I chuckled as my face was in her lovely raven hair.

"I thought you hated me before."

"Never."

"Good to know."

Now, now I was in the 'mood', Blake was just standing there as I dug my head into her beautiful hair. We just missed each other, that's all. I can tell she missed me a lot, I was so very grateful she loved me. Perhaps I should pay the favor. "Hey, c'mere."

I turned her around and gave her a big kiss on her forehead, I rested my head against hers. She leaned into me and I could tell she was smiling. I could feel that her body was no longer tense, and I planned to lessen her burdens. "I love you, baby," I said.

"I love you too."

"Wanna come to my place? Spend the night?"

"Yes, you owe me after running off."

I liked that about her, her sass was divine, 'specially from a girl like her. Smirking, I agreed to it. "Anything for you, kitten."

"Hey, wait..." she trailed off, I looked to see what she wanted. With her cute golden eyes looking downwards and a small blush caress her cheeks, she tapped her lips with a finger. I knew what she wanted, and I was just waiting for permission. Tipping her chin up, I gave her a passionate smooch that made us both start grabbing each other. After separating, we both started heading off to my dorm. I can't remember how we even became a couple. Oh, wait... Yes I can. Heh.