(CN: Odysseus, 3rd person)
In the middle of downtown Vale, not that many people were actually walking around. For that reason, no one was there to witness the theft at a local weapons store. The young man codenamed Odysseus was glad for that, simply for the reason that it would take a lot longer for the cops to catch him.
Graceful like a predator, Odysseus opened the shack door and entered with the few men who chose to follow him. The shopkeeper, a burly man with a plethora of tattoos, a black moustache, and a balding head of dark brown hair. His warm brown eyes greeted Odysseus's dark green ones, ignoring the dark green hood over his head.
"Not many people come around here after hours nowadays," the keeper sighed. "Though it seems like you're bringing a whole party here. Is there any way I can help you?"
"Actually, it's you who might need a little help," the teenaged assassin corrected as he pulled out a dangerous-looking gun on the gentleman. The middle-aged salesman stepped back, eyes crossing as they gazed down the barrel of the weapon aimed at his nose. "Weapons. Now. Or would you prefer me to pull the trigger, send what remains of your disintegrated head splattering over the aisle behind you?"
Total fear racked the salesman's body as his eyes rolled back in his head, collapsing under his own weight. 'Well, that was easy,' Odysseus mentally chimed as he gestured to the men following him to grab as many weapons as they could. That was, after all, the job they'd been assigned: steal as many weapons and as much ammunition as they could carry. Little did Odysseus realize that this robbery was the one that would go wrong.
(Jason Neuton, 3rd person)
Unbeknownst to the burglars in the shop, there was one young man who could easily blow their plans beyond the edge of the galaxy. Fortunately for them, he was focused on other things, listening to music as he cleaned off a metal disk inscribed with ancient characters as they entered. He was sitting at a wooden desk, mapping out the designs for a second circular device just as the clerk passed out.
The boy, known as Jason, wouldn't remain unaware for long, as one of Odysseus's goons spotted him. Rather foolishly, the crook drew his weapon and demanded that Jason surrender. Of course, the teen didn't notice him, blaring Skillet through his earbuds.
"Take your headphones off, kid," the crook yelled over the music, shoving a G28-model Dust powered pistol against the boy's skull. "You're bugging me."
"Maybe that's the point," Jason pointed out as he pulled his earbuds out. 'Monster' blared through the shop's speakers as the teen hero switched his scroll's music player to Bluetooth.
"Turn that down," the older man attempted to shout over the screaming guitar. Jason kicked up his shield and slung it across his arm, swinging shield first at the aggressor and sending the man flying across the shop. His buddies took a step back when the poor man slammed into another aisle, splintering wood and shredding cardboard and plastic.
While the leader didn't turn to look at the new threat, he did notice and signaled for another of his cronies to take Jason out.
The second bodyguard was better prepared, but he still didn't stand a chance. Jason aimed the flat side of his circular shield at the guy and charged his Aura. The inscriptions on the round weapon glowed a furious red for only a couple of seconds before sending forth a burst of red energy; upon contact with its target, the meter-thick laser picked up the man and sent him through the shop window behind him. The other bodyguards flinched away from the powerful teen hero before them; even Odysseus seemed impressed by the show of power.
"Who's next," Jason smarted off, knowing that he could easily overpower the small force bare-handed. Of course, saying this gave his opponents a boost of morale, leading the bodyguards to draw their swords. The apparent leader, clearly inattentive, just turned back to stealing the unconscious clerk's money.
'Just as I expected,' Jason grinned, the rim of his shield glowing a deadly shade of red. Planting his right foot behind him, the not-Hunter brought his shield almost directly over his back-most foot before slinging it forward, releasing it in such a way that boosted its spin speed. Just like in the Captain America comics he read when he was a child his shield bounced around, beating the thugs to the ground in less than a second before returning to its owner. With his left hand, just like Captain America would, Jason caught the shield by the rim, sliding it back on his right forearm.
"Is that it," he asked himself as he rose to his full height, letting his shield arm dangle at his side. "If you still want to put this store out of stock, speak now and forever hold your teeth." A grenade rolled underneath his feet, pin pulled. The loud crack from the grenade did nothing to deafen him, though the explosion itself put a layer of soot across the boy's face. Jason grimaced as he felt himself sneeze, knocking off the black dust off his body in a cloud.
"You should be careful," Odysseus spoke, neutrality pouring out of his larynx. "Which fights you choose. You might not return from one of them in one piece." Jason shot the criminal a glare, which the teen returned in kind.
"Pick on someone your own size," Jason threatened, glare fading as he realized the redundancy of what he just said. "Was that as stupid as I think it was?"
"Only as redundant as you, my dear," the criminal mind taunted as a green fog engulfed him and part of the surrounding area. Only a second later the fog faded, revealing… no Odysseus, no evidence that he was ever there, only the damage Jason himself had caused and the still-pale clerk. Jason looked out the broken shop window to see –.
"Aww, man," the young hero whined as he recognized the unsurprised blonde Huntress. "I'm a goner."
(Jason Neuton, 3rd person)
"I hope you realize just how much trouble you're in, young man," the angry teacher from Beacon growled, pacing behind Jason like an enraged tiger. "With that stunt you just pulled, you could've leveled the whole shop, killing everyone inside."
"No, the shield's not strong enough for that," Jason stated as obviously as possible. "The only way I could've destroyed the place was if I'd seen the grenade under my feet. Speaking of which, I'm still picking bits of shrapnel out of my boots. Aww, gosh darn it, I just got these too."
"If it were up to me, you'd be sent home after repairing the store you nearly leveled," Glynda mentioned. A gust of wind nearly knocked her off her feet as Jason disappeared for less than three seconds.
"Already done," Jason answered for himself. "Window's fixed, aisle's put back together, soot's dusted up, scorch marks wiped off. All the good stuff. Are we done here now?"
"While I certainly am impressed by how fast you just ran, and even more so by how much you claim to have done, no we are not done. There's someone who'd like to speak with you, no matter how much I disagree." Less than a second after she said that, a white-haired man Jason also recognized entered the room.
"Professor Ozpin, headmaster at Beacon Academy, Hunter extraordinaire, did not expect you to be here," Jason rattled on. "I take it you saw what I did this evening. Yes, I did do all that. Yes, the guys I knocked out will be fine. Yes, I did let one of them escape. Yes, I am capable of redundancy. Yes, I did fix all the damage, and before you ask, no I am not a robot."
"I see," the headmaster sighed, obviously tired. "However, I don't believe I was going to ask you if you were a robot, and quite frankly I haven't asked you anything. Are you perhaps, a telepath?" Jason burst out laughing upon hearing this.
"No, of course not! This is an interrogation, is it not?! I just learn to expect the weird questions that pop out during these kinds of things." Silence took over for a few moments as Jason calmed down from his laughing fit.
"Where did you learn to use a shield the way you did," Ozpin asked. "And how did you retrofit it with lasers?"
"Not lasers, sir," Jason corrected. "I learned to use it by being a fan of Captain America. As for the lasers, that's actually Dust reacting to my Aura when I force a spike. Really, I don't need it, but the Dust helps amplify the power and actually keeps it all where I want it." He sniffed the air. "Hmmm… why do I smell cookies?" One more sniff. "Have you, perchance, seen Ruby Rose today?"
"Excellent guess, though I haven't seen her yet," Ozpin explained. 'Yet?' "I hear she is as good a fighter as you are… is this true?"
"Well… She and I DO attend Signal, so I suppose… I don't really know, sir. She's a geek when it comes to guns, I could take a Death Stalker bare-handed and come out on top in a matter of seconds all with my eyes closed and both hands tied behind my back. The only similarities between us is really just us both being fast and really hyperactive. I haven't really seen her fight, though I've seen her working on her scythe-rifle thingy. It's really cool, though it's not half as cool as a shield that shoots lasers and returns to its owner with magnets –."
"So I've noticed," the professor cut him off. "Do you know her plans after Signal?"
"Actually, yes. She and I've only got two more years left in Signal, and then she's applying to Beacon. I don't know whether or not I'd fit in, infinite Aura pool and all –."
"Hold on. Did you just say you have an infinite Aura?"
"Err…. So I did. Why?"
"Is that how you were able to fight so well?"
"Meh. Not really, I'm just awesome the way I am, infinite Aura or no. The latter's just an added bonus of being me, I suppose."
"Someone of your caliber should have been training with Beacon at a much younger age than you, young man."
"I know. I just –."
"How would you like to train at Beacon," Ozpin cut him off once more.
"I'd like it even more without all the interruptions, but I'd love it there… I think." Ozpin smiled at him, then looked up to Goodwitch, who just looked away in disgust with Jason.
"I suppose I can make an arrangement."
(Jason Neuton, 3rd person, the next day)
"HEEEEELLP," Jason cried as his older brother Robert chased him down aboard the airship taking them out of Vale. "SOMEBODY HELP! MURDER! MURDER! MERCY MERCY MERCY!"
"YOU LUCKY LITTLE SOB!" Robert Neuton growled. "YOU GOT A CHAT WITH OZPIN AND GOT INTO BEACON WITHOUT ME KNOWING?! I'M GOING TO STRANGLE YOU!"
"HELP ME—." Jason's voice was cut short by Robert putting his brother in a headlock, grinding his knuckles into his brother's skull. "Ach! Calfrope, calfrope, calfrope. Calfrope. Gaaaaahhhh!"
"You deserve that, little man," Robert chuckled, releasing his brother. "I mean, I knew it was going to happen sooner or later, but right as I get in? Oh, man this is going to be a great year!"
"Ach, my head," Jason stumbled around like a drunk, gripping his head. "Yup, it's going to be a long, long year." Robert chuckled at this as he leaned against the viewing glass aboard the airship.
–END—
I think I like this format better, writing a note at the end rather than the beginning. I like it.
Anyways, I know I haven't written or posted a lot here. I apologize for that. I also realize that I may not be the most popular author as of this moment. However, I am going to try. This has been in my head way too long, so I've got to get it out. This one actually makes sense, too, so just bear with me.
By the way, to those of you who author for other fandoms (i.e. Assassin's Creed), I may put one of my old stories up for adoption. I've had writer's block for a while now (except for on this one), and I didn't really do any research on those fandoms in the first place, so if you think you can do better than I did, tell me that you'd like to take those old stories a little further and I'd be happy to let you take over.
Number two on my 'by the way' list, I'll explain the 'infinite Aura' thing later on, you might be impressed. As for the kid called Odysseus, that's just his codename (hence the 'CN' before his name at the start of the chapter.
Finally, I'd like to mention that I don't really do that well with third person. First person (or anything that's limited to one POV, for that matter) is more my forte. So, if any of you see a grammar mistake, PLEASE tell me. I am, after all, writing one or two eBooks at the moment, so your mentioning mistakes would really help my writing.
I'll try my hardest to get another chapter out soon, but school really does take a lot of time off of my hands.