"D" P.O.V. As I sat upon the Bullhead silently, listening to the bustle of students talking and preparing for the year, I chuckled at the aspects of the fun I would be able to have. You see, I had been bored for years now, and tormenting nearby humans that happened upon me was no longer as entertaining as it used to be.
The Idea though! I thought if I could integrate into the humans society, I would have options for as long as I could keep up the charade. Yes, variety is what I sought after. The need for variety made me weave this costume from shadows themselves and learn the human language in all of it's useless details. It is the need for variety that made me tear historical knowledge out of at least a dozen passerby's so that I would seem inconspicuous. It is this need, that put me on this ship.
Which has brought me to my current predicament. In my excitement to stave off boredom, I had neglected to give myself a proper name. This was a large problem, because I knew that the second I got into this school, roll call would be done. I could slip past not being on a list, but I had to be someone. But who?
"Mind if we sit here?" A female voice asked me. I looked upwards to see a young girl clad in a red cloak and a black outfit, with far to many buckles. On her left was an older blonde with absurdly long hair, golden bracelets, and an orange scarf. Her outfit matched the color scheme well, and judging by the look on her face, she was the one who had spoken.
"Be my guest." I said clearly, moving slightly to the side and allowing them room. I had to keep up the illusion that I was in fact, a normal person. They obliged and sat down in the seats next to me, and began talking. By listening quietly I was able to make out that the two were sisters. A shocker, I know. I was surprised too.
I lost interest in the conversation soon after that, returning to the issue at hand, my name. A name made the man, and my disguise was incomplete without one. It was the last piece, but I couldn't find the right fit.
"What's your name, stranger?" The blonde girl asked me. Damn it. I don't understand why she wanted to know about me. She was just caught up with her sister only a moment ago. It doesn't matter, Iv'e got to think of something fast.
"Darren. Darren West." I replied, satisfied with the name while also noting that I had just cemented my identity. No matter. I was in the conversation now.
"What weapon do you have?" The smaller one in red asked shyly. Now that was something easy. Standing up, I reached over my shoulder to the handle of my blade. An abyssal-black blade covered in white scratches and sigils slipped from a worn leather sheath. With a staggering 3-foot long blade that was six inches in width, and one inch thick. The blade did not taper to a point like most, and instead looked like a guillotine on the front. I was certainly imposing as I held the blade in one hand.
The one in red looked both shocked, impressed, and strangely excited all at the same time as she jumped up to get a closer look at the blade. "May I?" She asked, I held the leather hilt out with a wrought-iron grip and guard. She grabbed it and I let go. Almost immediately she fell to the ground as she struggled to hold the weight of the blade with both hands.
"Wow that's *urghh* heavy." She said, moving the blade and resting the flat of it on her shoulder, which did not work well as her small frame did not provide enough space to hold it properly. Once stable, for the moment, she began to examine the blade, even propping it on her elbow in order to feel the metal, which her hand recoiled from instantly.
"It's cold." She said, her hand returning to the smooth yet marred surface to the blade. Each of the hundreds of white lines and scratches were deep enough to fit a fingernail into. I would know, I put them there.
Ruby P.O.V I asked the guy if I could examine his weapon, and the second I held it I realized I had made a mistake. Dropping nearly to my knees, I struggled to stay standing under the weight of it. I was amazed he could even hold it in one hand, let alone use it.
"Wow that's *urghh* heavy." I said. It took a lot of effort to stand back up straight, but I managed it. Even more difficult was holding it in one arm so I could feel the metal. It dipped backwards as I balanced it, and I head Yang duck. My shoulder was starting to get cold, but I ignored it as I raised my hand.
Yikes! It was freezing to the touch.
"It's cold." I said quietly. Metal was always a little cold to the touch, but it shouldn't be ice-cold. Frankly it unnerved me a bit, but I distracted myself by looking at the etches across the surface, each one of which I could dig a fingernail into. I swore some of them looked like letters, but none I could read. "What are these lines?" I asked.
He grinned a bit, looking more than a little scary with his both pale and dark complexion, and black leather overcoat with a hood. His eyes seemed to flash red a little while the whites became more pronounced. "Names." Darren said, still smiling.
"What names?" I heard Yang ask. Darren actually started laughing at this, and I decided to leave the question alone. My arms were also starting to hurt from holding this thing, so I handed the weapon back to him. Asking the name of it.
Darren/Death P.O.V. I was still chuckling at her question of what exactly the names were. Most people wouldn't find it funny, but I did. You see, I quenched the blade in blood, and each of the etched names were those whose blood I drained to do so. Still laughing in my head, I almost missed her last question.
"What's the name of your weapon?" She asked. I smiled even wider, she was asking all the right questions. "It doesn't have one." I said, a little sinister. She asked me why.
"None of them took." And with that, I sheathed my unnamed weapon with ease, and sat back down silently. Both of the sisters each gave me a strange look, but then they walked off. I looked around, and noticed that everyone else had gathered to a certain part of the ship, in which the hologram of a Middle-Aged blonde woman with a white button-up shirt stood, holding a wand/riding crop in her hand. She pushed her glasses up before she began speaking. I didn't listen.
Something else garnered my attention more than this speech ever would. The sight of a large building suspended upon cliffs caught my view. Beacon Academy, in all of its pride and glory, stood before me. I outright laughed as I gazed upon the complex and strong building. The sight of many Bullheads full of soon-to-be hunters and huntresses made me grin wider.
This place would burn.
Hey everyone, before you say anything, I am very aware that Volume 5 just started and that no one really cares about fan fiction right now, but I liked this idea anyway. I can only hope that everyone is interested in the story and waiting for more.
On note though, any words written in BOLD are either Labels for POV or are words spoken by Darren/Death with a very sinister tone, and usually has a heavy mental effect from the tone that he uses.