Chapter 1

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Sometimes… I wonder how the hell I ended up here. Beacon Academy, one of the most prestigious schools in the world. A school to train huntsmen and huntresses. I never asked to be here, albeit I accepted when I was asked. It was better than working in a mechanic shop for my life. Armed with my one rifle and my intelligence I start my days at Beacon.

I arrived on the airship along with all of the other new students still wondering to myself how I got here. My rifle on my back is comforting. The death machine that I created at signal. The rifle fire .308 round, around the same caliber as a modern day sniper rifle and then has a pump action and a bolt action. Did I mention it's also a shotgun? Yes. The pump action is for the shells. There is two different magazines. One in the pump and one in the shell ejector. I can either fire one at a time, or there is a third trigger to fire off both types of round at the same time. People called me insane for building it. I called it genius. Her name? The Pride Hunter. Or to humanize it, Jess.

I am an engineer at heart. I make my weapons by hand no help from outside forces. My entire body is a weapon from my gloves to my boots. I'll explain my gauntlets first. When you look at them, they're just plain black gloves. But take a closer look and they're something much more. The reason they're fingerless? I dunno. They look cool I guess. Anyway, my gauntlets are special; in the top they contain blades. Yes, I'm goddamn wolverine. They are laid down in the top and used as armor for my hand and then when they're ready to deploy they slide to the front and twist into place giving me claws like a wild beast. And I'm actually pretty decent in using them.

My boots are different. They are you're regular run of the mill military boots, tan in color with black souls. But imbedded in the heel is a small caliber shotgun. It was hard to control at first, but I found a way to hardwire a wireless safety into my gloves. These are unique. I don't use them as weapons, but more of a way to propel myself away (or into) danger.

Back to the situation at hand. Beacon Academy. The moment I walked onto the paved walkway on the dock I knew I was in for an odd experience. I did what any "normal" person would do and went into the main hall. The large pillars before the school made it all the more impressive and intimidating. Well… Not to me… That much. The first section I came to the pillars went in to a circle or, half circles on either side. It was a small garden, lush with greenery in the fall month. Also there appeared to be several flowers growing in a flower bed not too far from where the walkway was. They took a pink tint in color and had relatively long stalks. I guess they are what you'd call surprise lilies. They sprout from the ground over night and grow long stalks, produce flowers for about a day then die. Rather odd flowers but it's a repeating cycle.

The main hall was just after that. It seemed that the head master was going to give a speech before we go released to our dorms… or something to that effect. I'm not one for itineraries. Oh well. It also seemed that everyone would be standing and not sitting. How quaint they actually expect something from their students. This ought to be fun.

By around the time I took a spot relatively close to the front the rest of the students filed in. The majority of people were already here however, there were a select few that liked to explore and I understood that. Many people who are huntsmen like to get a lock on their surroundings before they feel comfortable. That or they were scouting the other students or just plain slacking off so they could get a spot in the back and go undetected. That I dislike.

The headmaster's speech was relatively boring but inspirational in a way. Despite being rather boring I was actually able to sit through the entire speech. Now we get to depart to our temporary home, another main hall. I don't know how there are two main halls, but screw it. Lets go with it. The day went by rather fast for some reason. One second it was late after noon, the next its pitch black outside. Not having said a word to anyone on my first day I laid down in a corner away from everyone. I despise being near people. I work better as a lone wolf. Thus why I make my inventions the way I do. I can take the role of anyone at anytime. I closed by eyes for a moment before deciding it would be better to sleep than to stay awake.

"E-excuse me?" A voice came from somewhere nearby. Why in the world was anyone near me? I thought everyone was busy talking to each other to see me. I sat up eyes slowly blinking open. I had almost fallen asleep before I was disturbed.

"What is it?" I grunted. Maybe I came off too strong here. Hell. Now I feel bad, that person was just trying to make friends. Once my vision came through I saw a girl standing in front of me looking slightly nervous.

"I wanted t-to know if you minded me sleeping near you." The girl asked. I couldn't make out any distinguishing details about her, but she seemed afraid of something.

"Can't sleep?" I asked somewhat meekly. Why did I do that? Maybe because I understand? Oh well. What happened, happened.

The girl gave a nervous dry laugh. "More like too afraid to." My eyebrow shot up in suspicion. What was her game? I mean how could she be comfortable with a stranger she had never met, in a room of strangers?

"How so? I can't imagine you feeling any safer here with me." I asked. This girl seems smarter than she seems. She noticeably hesitated for a moment.

The girl let out an audible sigh. "You seem to be the quite one that no one messes with. So I thought if I was with you people would stay away from me… and Y'know harass me."

"What do you mean harass you?" I asked. Now I was really confused. I couldn't see anyone her features in the dark. That was until she sat down next to me. "Oh." Now I could see why she was the subject of harassment. The two wolf ears perched on her head.

"Yeah." She muttered. "So… Would you let me stay? I mean… Its fine if you don't. You'll probably get made fun of for…"

I cut her off by putting my left hand on her shoulder. "Its fine." I reassured. "I don't care. Let them harass me. But if someone says something to you, let me deal with them. I don't offer this to many people, but you have a reason." What the hell am I saying? Why the hell am I helping some random girl I don't know? Why the hell am I being this nice?

"T-Thank you." There was a pause. "It means a lot. Really it does." She said to me trying to assure me that she meant it.

"Thank me tomorrow. For now get some rest." I said before laying back down. This shit gets more and more complicated I swear. I closed my eyes in an attempt to go to sleep.

"What's your name?" The girl asked very softly.

"What?" I asked.

"Your name. What is it?"

"Matt. My name's Matt." I responded. She seemed intent on making the two of us friends. That may not be the best of ideas but its her funeral.

"My name is Jenny. Its nice to meet you Matt."

"You as well. Now please. Try to get some sleep. Initiation will not be easy." I said tiredly. This time she got the memo and laid down in her sleeping bag. I closed my eyes for the last time that night and feel into a good sleep that would last the entire night.