I AM SOOO SORRY FOR THE VERY LONG CHAPTER! But, ENJOY!

The night was young in Vale, for the feeling of the afternoon wind never left. The stars were beginning to come out, begging to come awake while the sun began to descend for its slumber. Soon, some stores began to close down for the day while others were kept open for late-night business. As for one boy in an alleyway, he didn't give a damn. He despised this world because of what it did to him and his childhood. He just sat there, behind a trash can, eating an apple while playing with a mouse. The mouse was chasing a tennis ball that the boy kept rolling past him so the mouse can chase it. The boy only sighed, finished the apple, and threw it in the trash can. The mouse looked up at boy in curiosity, but, when sensing that the boy did not want to play anymore, it gently ran back into its hole. The boy muttered several cursed words, because he wanted to watch that mouse chase that ragged up tennis ball. Feeling the chilling breeze of the night wind, he shuddered and zipped up his brown, leather jacket. He tied his laces of his black boots, patted some dust off his black jeans, and put on some black, leather gloves. Feeling the night getting colder by the minute, he quickly brought up his gray hood. He looked up and saw the moon and stars shine brightly, its lights giving the boy some comfort. He looked down, and brought his legs closer to his chest so he can bring more warmth to himself. As he gently placed his arms on his legs, he placed his head between his legs and tried his best to fall asleep.

"Animal..."

"Freak show..."

"MURDERER..."

"GET AWAY FROM ME..."

"There dead because of you..."

"STOOOP...PLEASE..."

"HAHAHAHAHA...I...KILL...ALLLL..."

"Stop...please.."

The boy woke up from his terrible slumber, shaking in fear. He wiped the hot, stinging tears from his face as he tried to forget his nightmare. He just wanted to forget his past, forget who he was, forget what he is. He isn't a faunus, he isn't a cyborg, he is just a human with a very terrible past. He gently looked up at the moon and stars, and calculated where the moon was, and found out it was 2:00 in the morning. He looked around the alleyway to make sure no one was around. Confirming no one was around, he quietly held out his hand and with a quick blue flash, a sheathed sword appeared in his hand. As he unsheathed it, the sword crackled with blue electricity before the crackling stopped. He just stared at the sword, its sharp, sleek body begging to be used. He then sheathed it again and put on the ground next to him. He then reached behind his back and pulled out his Karambit knife. He flipped it around and then it switched into a Glock 17, with a very sharp magazine.

He then began to clean it, not caring if he was tired or not. After cleaning it, and with nothing else to do, he got up, and patted some dirt off himself. He then picked up his sword, put it over his back, and began to walk. He just wanted to walk, not caring where his destination will be or if there will be a destination. He just wanted someplace to call home but he does not have any money nor any ID. So, whenever a person would walk by in a uniform, he would put his head down or walk in another direction. He kept going until he found a $20 bill on the floor. Quickly swiping it off the floor, he gently dug it deep in his pocket, hoping it would last him a week. His legs led him to a part of town that was unfamiliar to him. Hoping he wasn't lost, he began to look around for any place that was warm. He was surprised to see a local Dust shop opened at this hour, but hey, he didn't complain. Quickly and quietly, he went inside and surprisingly, the old man behind the counter was awake. The old man, thankfully, didn't bother him though, and merely acknowledged the boy with a smile. The boy nodded and began to look around. The dust shop was decent, better than the other places he has been and seen. He soon came to one side of the store, starring at a jar of red dust until he heard the door jingle open. He silently went towards the door and saw a guy with 3 armed people with him, and they didn't look like cops. One of the armed guys pulled out a gun on the poor old man.

"Oh, don't worry old man. I'll just be helping myself to something you have is all." The leader said. He wore a black hat with a white coat. He also had a weird looking cane with him. He had orange hair and black pants.

"Please, just take the money and leave." The old man said, but was shushed by their leader.

"Calm down, we are just getting your dust is all." The leader said before motioning some men to take the dust. The boy began to walk foward and when his men noticed, they drew their swords.

"Alright kid, put your hands up." One of them said. The boy smirked, and did what he was told. But before the men could do anything, his sheathed sword appeared and the sheathed was fired right into one of those men, who flew out the window. The boy followed, and grabbed his sheath.

"Very well then. Get him." The leader ordered. His men quickly ran outside at him, but, the boy jumped into the air and threw down the sheath. The sheath hit the ground with such force that it knocked his men down. (The sheath is made of metal, just in case you readers are confused.) He landed quickly, and grabbed his sheath, using it as another sword. As 2 men charged, the boy flew under them and sliced them, only mortally wounding them. As the last one charged, the boy did a back flip, tossed his sheath up, used his foot to grab it and slam it down hard on the last guys head. Once he was sure there was no more enemies, he looked at the shop and noticed that the leader was gone. He looked around and saw him climbing a ladder up a building. The boy, using all of his strength, jumped up on top of that building. Before he could anything, the leader pointed his cane at him and it fired several shots at him. The boy dodged each and every one of those shots, and ran at him. But, before he could do anything, a big VTOL ship appeared and its left passenger door open. Out of the door came a ball of fire that went after the boy. The boy held out his sword, one hand on the handle, the other on the blade itself. Once the fireball was close, he did a back flip and swung his blade up while also channeling enough electricity in his blade and he actually hit the fireball. The ball of fire was deflected, surprisingly, and went straight to the VTOL. But, the ship went flying up and flew away. The boy just starred at it until he heard the sound of police sirens. He was about to jump off the building until something caught him. It wasn't rope, or anything but something was lifting him up and he was soon face-to-face with a short-blonde woman who was wielding a wand.

"You have a lot of explaining to do young man." She said to the boy. The boy mentally cursed at himself, but decided to play safe and be quiet.

20 Minutes Later

The young man found himself sitting in a dark room at the Local police department, thanks to that blonde chick. He just sighed and just waited for whatever the police force was going to do. He looked at the clock and saw that it was 5:00 in the morning. He just wanted them to release him so he can be on his way. I mean, come on, he intervened with a robbery. He knocked a couple guys out and that did sort of helped with the police investigation. But, he decided to wait before he did anything damaging. But, before he could do anything, he heard the door open and close slightly. He looked up and saw a guy with a cane walked in. He wore glasses that look too damn small for him, and wore an all black attire. He also wore a sort of green scarf with a purple, cross shaped emblem on it. He looked middle aged, or younger, he had gray hair and brown eyes. The boy just staired as he sat down in front of him.

"So, your the young man who tried to stop those thieves at the dust shop. Am I correct?" He asked. The boy folded his arms and kept complete silence.

"It's fine if you don't want to talk, just listen. Those guys who you put in the hospital, 2 are in the ICU to get surgery while the 3rd is in a coma for head trauma." The man said. The boy just shrugged and rolled his eyes. The man continued.

"But, you have shown courage and your fighting style isn't half bad either." The man said as the boy looked up. "Oh, and where are my manners? My name is Professor Ozpin and I am the headmaster at Beacon Academy." He said with a smile. The boy raised an eyebrow at him, curious as to why he was here.

"At Beacon Academy, we train our students to become Professional Huntsman and Huntresses. We are also academically superior than other schools around Vale. So, I am here to offer you a chance to use your skills for good and enroll in Beacon Academy." He said. The boy snorted, as if it was funny.

"Sorry, old man but I'm gonna have to turn own your offer. I would rather use my skills my own way instead of being taught what to do and what not to do." The boy said, his voice was rather deep, and a little scratchy. Ozpin just smiled and chuckled.

"I understand, but you will be protecting the people in Vale. People that you might care about and people that care about you. People that are weak and helpless against the Grimm. If you wish to protect those people, then join us." Ozpin said. The boy thought about for a minute or 2.

Protect those who are weak...

"Alright then, I'll accept your offer." The boy said. Ozpin nodded, got up and walked to the door.

"Meet up with me tomorrow at Vale Harbor so I can take you to beacon. You are actually the only on going, considering that we are in mid season of academics and slots are filled. You might have to share a room with another team but we will have to see if you are beacon material." Ozpin said before leaving the boy in the room. 2 guards came with his stuff. Once he finished filling out some paperwork, he left the police station and walked to Vale Harbor. Ozpin said meet up with him at the Harbor but he didn't care that he was so early. It was 8:00 when he got there, and since he another 24 hours to kill, he decided to catch up on some sleep. He walked to a bench, laid down on it, put an arm over his eyes and fell asleep.

24 Hours Later

The boy was woken up by the sound of a VTOL ship soaring above him. As he looked up, he saw the door open and inside was Ozpin and the blonde lady from yesterday. He got up, patted some dirt off himself, jumped in and they flew off to Beacon. The boy wasn't nervous, he just wanted to get a shower because the lady was making a face of disgust and ozpin sat far away from him. I mean, cut the kid some slack, he was homeless.

"We are here." The lady said. The boy looked and went wide eyed at the school. I mean, like, it was so BIG. The classic looking building were very large and he saw some students going walking on a large bridge and going in and out of , they made a slight turn and headed towards a forest. The boy looked at Ozpin for answers but ozpin gave him a look that said "We-are-almost-there." The boy shrugged and kept his silence as they continued their journey. Soon, they felt the ship cease moving and began to descend until it touched the ground. Once they all departed off the ship, it flew away, leaving the 3 people where they are.

"Ok, so this is what is going to happen. Your going to get on one of those catapults, and your going to be launched high in the air over the woods. Once you land, you are going to have to find an artifact to bring back to us. Once you do, head back up the northern mountain for your debriefing. Also, keep in mind, there are also grimm activity in this forest, so keep a sharp eye out. Keep in mind, you are also being monitored. Any questions?" Ozpin asked. The boy shook his head, got on the catipult, and drew his sword. He put his left leg out a bit, his right leg behind him, and he bended his legs a little bit. He held his sword to his right, both hands grasping the handle of the weapon. Ozpin smiled, opened his scoll, and pushed a button.

The boy was then lunged into the air and was flying over the forest. The boy began doing a front flip until gravity began to pull him down. He quickly used his sword to slice some trees in his way before doing a final back flip and landing on his 2 feet. He took a moment to take in his surroundings before walking north. The forest was large, and beautiful. The sun was out, the birds were chirping, and not one single Grimm encounter. As the boy continued to walk, he felt his stomach rumble from hunger, given the fact that he did not have any breakfast. The boy jumped on a tree trunk and plucked a couple of apple off the tree. He then got down, shined the apple, and began to eat it. He continued walking down the path until he noticed a very large clearing. He looked and saw a sort of old, ancient castle remains and there were several weird looking pieces that looked like it belong to a chess board. He walked to them, took a golden knight piece and began to walk towards the northern mountain.

Suddenly, he heard several rustling noises coming from the bushes. He immediately got into his fighting stance, ready for anything. A very large Beowolf came out, its mouth wide open, dripping with saliva. The beowolf roared as it lunged toward him. The boy ran at him, slide under the creature while keeping his sword up, and sliced the creature in half. The boy back flipped again and landed gracefully on his feet. Hearing the howls of more grimm, he turned and began to run. Now, while running, his feet began to get a form of electricity and he was running faster than a normal human.

10 Minutes Later

After running for several minutes, and engaging with more grimm, the boy finished climbing the mountain and on top was ozpin drinking some tea while sitting on a stool.

"Nice job young man. You got here faster than most of our new members." Ozpin congratulated him. The boy shrugged, sheathed his sword, and folded his arms. Ozpin tossed him a water bottle, to which the boy graciously caught, opened and drank.

"I am very impressed with your sword skills. Did someone teach you or were you self-taught?" Ozpin asked.

"I was self-taught and not too shabby with a sword either. I am also good in hand-to-hand combat and knife fighting techniques, which to taught to me by someone." The boy said. Ozpin nodded in understanding, before taking out his scroll and dialing a number.

"Hello. Yes, he is finished. It was very fast. Alright. Good. Make sure you find a good team for this boy. Ok. Send an airship over and meet me in my office with the team you chose. Yes. Ok, bye." He hung up.

"They are sending over the airship now, so, you can relax now and her. Ozpin handed him a cup of tea. Enjoy some herbal tea." The boy took the cup, and drank the tea.

"By the way, I didn't catch you name by any chance. What is it?" Ozpin asked. The boy simply stopped sipping the tea and looked at ozpin. The boy didn't want to give to much away, fearing Professor ozpin might look him up. He especially did not want to give him his real name. He decided to use an alias until he feels the need to use his actual name.

"My name is Mike Travian. I am 17 years old and my parents both died when I was 5. I was in a military boot camp since I was 8 and got kicked out when I was 13. I learned sword fighting by myself and an old Army Drill Instructor taught me several fighting styles, MMA, and CQC." Mike said as he handed ozpin back his tea cup. Ozpin smiled and nodded.

"Well mike, let me be the 1st to congratulate you on getting in to Beacon Academy." Ozpin said as he held out his hand. Mike smiled and shook his hand.

I hope you never find about my true self Ozpin.

Authors Note: I hope all you guys enjoyed this chapter. I can assure you that there will be more coming soon. Anyways, have a good day and keep it awesome.