There is one thing that Alfred hated above all else, it wasn't spider, or clowns, or monsters. It wasn't being bullied or being killed. The one thing that Alfred hated above all else was when people stared at his scars.
They would look over at him and see a tall tan 17 year old boy with a black fedora on with brown curly hair and dark green eyes, wearing black and white sneakers, black jeans, a white button up dress shirt that had a red tie with a black Kevlar military vest with a knife in a pocket over the heart and a gun holster with a M1911 in it. They think that he's alright, pretty normal, until they see his arms when he rolls up his sleeves. Two perfectly spaced scars on both arms that start at the wrist and go up the forearms where they disappeared into the sleeves. They will start to get curious about where they end. They look closer when they notice four scars at the base of the neck, two on each side. They will immediately make the connection and then the worst part will come, the questions will come. Who did it? How did happen? Where, what, why. The same questions over and over, it would eventually get to the point where Alfred threatened to put the scars on them too.
That was Alfred's goal for his first day at Beacon. For no one to notice his scars and ask any questions about it. He took precautions to try and hide them, he rolled down his sleeves and had long sleeve under armor under all his clothes which made him very hot. So when he got on the airship to fly to Beacon, he sat by the air conditioner to cool him off which lucky enough, was in the back in shadows. Increasing the chances he wouldn't be noticed.
Alright, so far so good. Okay Al let's go over the game plan. When I get to Beacon, we leave with a crowd so we don't draw attention. We stick to walls to make sure we stay hidden and then we don't talked to anyone so no one will ever know we exist. Yeah, this will great plan if I want to grow up to be a hermit. I'm going to have to talk to someone eventually, got to make some allies here and there or I'm not going to survive.
Alfred looked out the window nearest to him and watched the water trying to figure out the best way to make allies without seeming too desperate. I got to be cool and smooth as water. Nice cool flowing water, trickling down the river. Alfred held this thought for a moment before his eyes widened when he realized his mistake. Crap, I have to pee! Where the bathroom again? I knew I should have paid attention to that safety video at the beginning of the flight.
He looked around the room until his eyes fell on a girl nearby him. He quickly sized her up. She was average height, about 5 foot 7 with long blond hair tied in one pony tail and sharp red eyes. She was wearing a gray tank top with a green military jacket on that had its sleeves ripped off. She had on black gloves and a tattoos of each type of grim on her left arm with each of their eyes crossed out except for one that Alfred couldn't recognize. She had camo pants with black military boots with a long knife on her right leg. She had a huge black case, obviously carrying a weapon, on her back. But what really made her noticeable was the long red fox tail coming out of her pants. Maybe she knows where the restroom is. He got up and walked as normally as possible with a full bladder.
"Excuse me Miss, but do you know where I can find the restrooms. My bladder is going to burst like a balloon" He asked.
The lady took a step back and looked at him very disgusted. "What type of low human says that to a lady" the girl said in a Russian accent.
"Sorry lady I had no idea that you would get so offended" Alfred apologized.
"What did you think? That I would find that amusing, that's disgusting" She snarled at him.
"Calm down lady, geez. I thought I be a bit humorous since everyone is a bit nervous going to a new school"
"And don't call me lady, call me Ma'am" She demand.
"Who do you think you are? My drill sergeant. Look "Ma'am", I don't take orders from you" He snapped at her.
A crowd started to form around the two and some of them started to chant.
"Fight fight fight fight"
The girl cracked her neck, "Maybe we should give them what they want" She said.
"Maybe we should" Alfred said reaching behind him for his weapon but it wasn't there. Crap, where is it.
"Is that what you're looking for?" She said pointing behind him.
He turned around to see his Violin case that carried his weapon leaning against where he was sitting.
The girl slid off the case from her back and put it in front of her. She was about the open the case when a black haired man stepped in front of them.
"Whoa, let's not do anything that we will regret here" The man said.
Alfred felt relieved, he was at a great disadvantage since he was unarmed. He examined the man who stopped what would have been a brutal beating. He was average height and built like a football player. He was wearing a gray sweatshirt that had armor around the edges of the hood, on his shoulders, and on his legs and hands with blue jeans. There was a snake curled around a crystal in the center of his hoodie.
"Stay out of this Python" The girl hissed.
"Take it easy Vlad, no need for this to get messy. I'm sure that once we all get settled, you will have plenty of people who wants to fight you" He reassured.
The girl, Vlad, looked at the two for a moment before sliding the case on her back, "You got lucky this time but know this, next time, there won't be anyone there to protect you" she warned before walking off in a sassy manner.
The crowd groaned at the lack of action from all the suspense that was built up and dispersed into smaller groups again.
"Thanks for the help, I owe you" Alfred said to his savior.
"Don't mention it. I have dealt with Mad Vlad before"
Alfred looked confused. "Mad Vlad?"
"That's her nickname, her real name is Vladmira Fammus. She comes from a pretty respected military family that was instrumental in the Fanus victory during the Great War. She likes to believe that she is higher than everyone else" He explained.
"I can tell" Alfred replied. He then realized that he hasn't introduced himself, "Where are my manners, I'm Alfred Caponen" he said putting out his hand.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Lance Python" He said shaking Alfred's hand.
The name Python rang a bell in Alfred's mind as a pretty big name. "Python? Like the biggest weapon manufacturers in all of the kingdoms" he asked.
"Yeah that's my family, I hope I don't intimidate you" Lance said.
"Not at all, I don't get intimidated that easily"
"Well that's good, usually I scare people off when I tell them that I have flown over the known world, or that I have met all the leaders in the government or I have been to the academy awards or that I…"
Alfred smiled as Lance continued to list all the "interesting things" that he has done in his life. But on the inside, he was losing respect for the man who saved him from having his teeth knocked in.
Great, the two people I have met have been a control freak and a show-off. Just freaking perfect.
A sinking feeling started to form in his stomach. The feeling then started to move lower and lower until it stopped right above his legs reminding Alfred why he got up from his spot in the first place.
"Listen, that all really fascinating but can you please tell me where the restroom is before I exploded into thousands of pieces of skin and urine" He begged.
"Sure, go down that hallway and take a right, you can't miss it"
Alfred thanked him and took off in a sprint to go find the restroom. He quickly found it as it was by where he got on the ship. How he missed it when getting on, he will never know. He went in and "quenched the thirst of the Great White Oval". When he was finished, he walked out and stopped on the sky deck.
He closed his eyes as the cool wind hit against his face. He wondered how this wind would feel on his scars. He was about to roll up his sleeves when the announcement sound played. He looked behind him to see an adult woman in a business skirt with a white top and a purple cape.
"Hello and welcome to Beacon. My name is Glynda Goodwitch…"
Alfred immediately stopped listening as he knew that it was just a welcome speech that didn't help him at all. All it told him was that they were landing soon. He walked back inside trying to avoid Lance as much as possible. He grabbed his violin case and put it on his back.
The air ship landed at Beacon and the exit door opened. People swarmed to get outside to see for themselves the prestigious school that that is Beacon Academy. Alfred was about to leave when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"So, I was wondering if you wanted to be on my team" Lance said behind him.
Alfred faked a smile, "Well I don't know how team arrangements are going to work but if I had to choose between you or someone else. I know who I would choose" He replied.
Lance nodded "Well I'll see you at orientation" he said as Lance walked away.
Alfred waited until he was sure Lance was out of hearing him.
"I would choose anyone that's not you" He said to himself.
He readjusted his hat and started walking to start his new adventure as a huntsman-to-be.