His head hurt, his head burned. It was as if a group of people was continually bashing it in with sledgehammers, only for it to regenerate as they bashed it back in. It wasn't a constant pain, no, it came in waves. Waves that flowed through his body, causing every nerve to be racked with agony.

His armoured hands came up to his head, reaching down to the back of his neck trying to find the source of the pain, but he was only met with his armoured neck. He realized that there was only one thing that could be causing this pain… one thing that had ever caused this pain.

He couldn't remember its name, or what it was for that matter, but the thought of it filled him up with enough rage that for just a brief second, the pain was gone. It quickly came back, forcing him to his knees as his hands gripped the side of his helmet.

He pulled it off as quickly as he could, throwing it to the ground. It clanked off the ground, settling on its bottom. Most of the helmet was a gold visor, reaching up to the peak of the head, the back being a white armour that covered right below its visor as well.

His golden locks fell down, a deep growl coming from his throat as his hands quickly moved through his hair towards his neck. As he reached the origin of the pain, his hands hesitated to touch it, only for a second. A small amount of him told him not to touch it until another wave of pain hit him and his hands scraped at the spot.

A pain much worse than the one he was feeling coursed through his entire body at once, he was sure he was going to pass out. Just as quickly as it started, it stopped. The pain stopped, he actually felt… warm for a second. Then he realized just how fuzzy his head felt. It was hard to think, to remember anything. He could barely even remember who he was.

I-I'm Jaune… no that's not right, I'm Agent Ma…. No. That's not right. Why is this so hard? Why can't I remember anything?

He felt as if his memories were stuck behind an impenetrable fog, and every time he started to push into the fog, it pushed back, blocking him from remembering. After 5 minutes of trying to remember, 5 minutes of sitting there on his knees, he finally accepted that forcing it wasn't going to help.

Deciding that he might as well try to get his bearings, he picked up the helmet in front of him, looking into its visor. His face looked familiar… yet… it looked different at the same time. From the blonde locks that covered part of his face, the scar that went from his upper lip to his forehead, his ocean blue eyes, to most notably, the scar that ran across his neck.

Or more accurately… scars. 9 bullet wounds point blank to the neck. He couldn't remember who did it, or how it happened, but he knew what the scar was. He didn't even know how he survived, but he didn't try poking into his head, there was no point.

He flipped the helmet over, moving it up to his head and sliding it down, feeling oddly comfortable in the cold confines of the helmet. It was just now that he realized the crowd he had attracted. Many people were standing around him, staring at him wide-eyed, or shuffling around him. He saw a mixture of concern… and fear. That didn't surprise him. Not after that outbreak. Two people caught his eyes, two people that paid him no attention.

The first one, the taller one, had long golden locks of hair that flowed down to her waist. Her lilac eyes shined bright in the relatively dim and plain ship. She wore a tan jacket that didn't do much to hide her midsection… or her sizeable bust for that matter. A brown belt covered her waist, a very… small pair of black shorts, if they could be called that, was underneath it. Long brown boots came up to just underneath her knee, and she wore asymmetrical socks.

The second one, the shorter one, had much shorter black hair with red tips that reached to her neck. Her silver eyes contrasted with the other's girl's eyes heavily. She wore a large long sleeved blouse, with a high collar and red trims on the sleeves. She also wore a pair of black stockings and black combat boots with red laces. A red hood flowed off her back, which felt oddly familiar to him.

His thoughts were quickly interrupted by a shudder as the ship landed, the main doors slowly opening to reveal the large academy that was Beacon. For some reason… he didn't feel impressed. People walked by him as they went towards the large courtyard, and he finally stood up from his kneeling position. Most of the ship was clear as he started to walk out, only a few stragglers left.

His armoured boots clunked against the metal of the ship as he reached the ramp, walking out. For some reason, as he looked at the tower, he felt… entranced. He didn't know why, or how long he stood there, but something about it caught his attention.

He was interrupted by an explosion, jolting him out of his thoughts, his right hand reaching for his back as he looked around. He saw the girl in red from earlier, sitting under some other girl, but before he could get a good look at her, something showed up on his motion sensor right behind him.

He grabbed the weapon on his back, turning around with it in both his hands, expecting to find someone. He was merely greeted with an empty space, causing him to sigh in relief. He looked at the weapon in his hands, and the name 'Brute shot' sprung to mind. It was a grenade launcher, with an attached blade to its bottom.

It wasn't the most pretty of weapons, but it made him feel safer. He slid it on his back, as he turned to face the girls. Now there was only the girl from earlier in red, as she lay on her back and muttered

"Welcome to Beacon…"

He failed to notice the single black feather floating behind him.

He started to walk over to her, if nothing more than on instinct, his heavy boots clunking against the concrete, causing her to look up at him. He stopped right over her, looking down at her. His helmet reflected her face, making her stare back at her own reflection. She audibly gulped. He held his hand out. The only sound that came from him was a low, barely audible growl.

A/N: My first fanfic! It took me a while to find something that felt natural to right, and this hit the spot. I'm kinda worried about pacing, but I decided I can only rewrite it soo many times before I realize that I'll just improve as I go. I am looking for a beta reader, so if you're interested PM me. Go ahead and review, tell me what I'm doing wrong/right, just as long as you aren't rude about it! Well uh, I don't know how to end this, see ya later I guess.