Edited, chapters 1 & 2 merged as both served as introductory drivers XD
Beacon Gardens - 1AM - Unknown Point of View
Things bite like this. How cliche, I can't even remember my own name. Where am I? The building and grounds sprawled out before me would be beautiful if I wasn't bleeding out.
How ironic. I always wanted to die, but now that I am doing exactly that for a honorable cause... I've never been so scared in my life. I don't want it to end. How unoriginal.
At least this is unique. I never got shot by a physical weapon before. Its not like fire dust, a much cleaner affair. I can see my entrails spread before me, like some macabre artist's psyche, mixed with more blood then I can afford to lose.
I know. I'll write a death note. My younger brother, despite being a (surprisingly) social adept nerd, who (surprisingly again) can actually hold his own in combat.
I hope.
Lets see now... It seems as if the pen he gave me that the same younger brother insisted that I always carry has finally come to use for its first time. How depressing. For how long has the scrap paper and beautiful black and gold pen been sitting restlessly in my hands? An eternity, desu.
My hands seem so clumsy today. Its hard to believe that they propelled the poleaxe that had been split in two by the sword/rifle hybrid weapon that my attacker wielded. Strange how my assailant seems to have dissipated. I should include that in these last words of mine. They are italicized, as follows.
I don't know who I am. I forget the name of my only family. I don't know why I'm here. But I lost. I'm alone.
To die alone. Little brother among all his quirks will not only hate how I died without a proper goodbye, but will be driven by it. Unforgivable, as he would say. At least I have you, the fabrication of my mind which I formed to make my last minutes less choleric. Help me into a peaceful death, please listen to my thoughts.
My attacker carried a unique weapon, a Katana with a rifle embedded in the blade. It fired a metal bullet, which will cause death by-
How cruel. The pen died, maybe the inkwell dried from a lack of use, through the abusive damage I have caused it? At least I have plenty of blood, let me dip the tip of it into the hole in my gut.
-It's wounds.
How ironic. The boy who couldn't shut up in class will have difficulty forming words in death. Here, my writing degrades slowly in clarity as I continue to inscribe in the most melancholic way that I can.
Last words... How do you write them?
Beacon Front Entrance - 5AM (four hours later) - Tobia's Point of View
Send the nerd. Always. Someone has issues with the WiFi? Send the nerd. This would be easier if this Miss Goodwitch just stopped trying to take my dual Trench Spikes (a sword meant to be held upside down with a brass knuckle full hand guard with hidden built dust crystals, one blade with ice, the other, fire). I'm not a murderer, but the guy sent to troubleshoot the network. At least let me visit my family every so often.
Sure, I love my job, but these days...
"Look, the tech department doesn't get to visit the dormitories. There's a reason why the central system is controlled from a separate building, and don't give me the hardware excuse."
"Seriously? My brother attends this school, this is just my part time job! Don't blame me for visiting him once in a while."
"A likely story."
At this point, the good teacher's own scroll chirps a ringtone to alert her to what appears to be a message. As I wait for the woman to attend to the matter, I glance around to see Vale Police Department carrying away a filled body bag. Not too far away, a significant quantity of blood added another feature to the garden, a stark contrast against the thick green grass and gentle arrangements.
"Hey, what happened here, Miss?"
"Someone got shot in the garden, but not by a dust weapon. Its strange, who uses those archaic guns anymore?"
I simply shrug.
"My older brother collects them. He's a senior here, actually."
Distractedly, Glynda swipes at her screen.
"Oh yeah? And who was he?"
"Bryan Galen, and not was, but is. He isn't dead yet, he should have at least another fifty years on him."
As I chuckle at my own retort, the Professor slowly began to look up from her device. Bursting from behind a bush, a girl with a rapier at her side clad mostly in white and blue with attitude and anger to spare appears.
"How the hell could you laugh when your brother is being brought away in a body bag?"
She raises her hand to strike my cheek, but I simply step out of harms way as her hand only meets empty air. As a policeman carried away a broken poleaxe which I recognized all too well, I sunk to my knees, and unleashed a blood curdling scream of pain and wrath.
"He can't be dead! Unforgivable! Unforgivable! Unforgivable!"
Glynda then gave Weiss a withering glance. "Aren't you a real people's person?"
Beacon Exterior Grounds - 8AM (the next day) - Tobia's Point of View
Someone had to replace the skilled pole-weapons master. The dearest headmaster naturally looked towards me, his only true family hoping to acquire another master of a rare skill similar to Ruby's talents with her Scythe. Instead, he was faced with me, who kept a sheathed pair of blades which were designed not out of art, or skill, but in the middle of a gruesome ancient war: something that appeared to be crass to the older man. All the same, someone needed to take his place as experienced applicants were few and the academy simply needed students. I never wanted to apply to Beacon, though. I could learn all the same skills either behind my scroll, or sparring with my brother, but seeing as how he also happened to be my legal adult, I was faced with two options. Apply into Beacon under Ozpin's custody, join the Military, or spend a year or two in an orphanage. Already having work at Beacon and an apartment in Vale, I could legally live on my own without trouble while Bryan was alive. Attending this battle school simply was the lesser of the evils.
How wonderful, the headmaster is now the equivalent to a father who has nothing to nothing to offer me but badly hidden disappointed eyes. Can't please everyone. Naturally, the very concept that pacification can never be truly offered to everyone must have immediate proof: as the same particular Weiss had been moving a large quantity of Dust in the path I happened to be wandering along. Thankfully the powdered wares had not been activated in the collision which sent us and the boxes of dust sprawled across the ground, but that wouldn't stop the girl with more cash than muscle between her ears from preparing to chew me out.
"Watch where you're going, idiot! Oh, its you... Idiot, what are you even doing here still?"
Exasperated, I offer what every heiress needs for Christmas: sarcasm.
"Since Ozpin realized that such an inept student like yourself was running around carelessly with dangerous explosives, he decided to import some talent."
The girl turning red faster than an erupting volcano, it was clear that I had crossed some line. To recover, I rolled my eyes and continued.
"Don't think I'm here because I want to be. Not every nerd wants to join the military because their brother died."
But why should I even bother to play nice? I don't even like this girl who had been close to the brother. Cutting Weiss off a second time, I spat venom before I made my exit.
"Save your breath, Deity of Darkness, or this year you'll be learning the meaning of frostbite."
Quickly rising back on my feet, I turned on my heels and left, leaving a bewildered Weiss on the ground with a large collection of powdered dust and solid crystals. Soon finding myself before the doors of Beacon, I sigh. That wasn't a particularly good way to start off the beginning of my time here. I should have stayed and helped with the cleanup, irrelevant of what I had said to my peer. Looking back over my shoulder, I observe what seemed to be the other members of her team helping her recover from the collision. Shaking my head, I enter the school to find an old friend, someone I had been hoping to run into: Jaune.
My face shattering from its cruel and stony form, I call out to an old friend of both mine, and my now deceased brother.
"Hey Jaune! How've you been, what, a few weeks since I last saw you around?"
Shaking his head, he somewhat turned away.
"I don't care about who you lost. You don't treat anyone like that, definitely not Weiss."
"You saw that? How perceptive of you. Maybe if you employed a superior level of such a sense, then I would be here visiting with Bryan on his first official day back, rather then attending in his place."
Walking away, I leave now a second hurt and bewildered student in my bitter wake. Who am I kidding? I don't even want to be here. I will never make a single friend in this place, but how is that even a detriment? If I instead am left with enemies, then not only will I improve my skills far faster from conflict, but have a much more interesting time in this prison. Before I could escape earshot of the blonde, he answered.
"That's unfair and you know it! Wait, what? You're staying? Get back here, I'm not finished!"
Trying to escape the other teenager, I try to break off in a run, hands on the hilts of my blades. Isn't this going to be a fun year?