Azure: The Beacon Years
Chapter One: Oh My God… Not School
Crap crap crappity crap. Shouldn't have done that. I jump down to the floor below, avoid a spear and keep running. Over my shoulder I call to the guy who threw it.
"What? Can't you aim?" Shouldn't have done that either as he pulls out a scroll and calls for back-up. Typical. Oh I should probably tell you who I am. Otherwise you'd be all confused and lost, and well just down right bored. The names Azure Požar, best assassin since the Terminator. Actually better because I get the job done, unlike some robotic people we know. Now another question you might have is who am I running away from. The answer is simple. I'm not entirely sure. All I know is I was finishing up a simple job (rapists are a walk in the park to take care of) and suddenly I'm ambushed by some weird dude in a Grimm mask. I roll under a car and pull out my scroll to do a quick internet search. White Fang? Sounds familiar. Oh terrorist group of Faunes. Goody just what I needed, to be caught up in some civil rights stuff. I can already hear you whining about how everyone needs to be equal. You are right of course, but anyone who needs to resort to terrorism needs to get straightened out. I should know about needing to be straightened out. If you know what I mean. *Wink Wink*
Sorry, anyway where was I? Oh yea White Fang. I roll out from under the car and wait for the White Fang person to get within knife killing distance. Which is fairly far, as I'm awesome that way. As soon as they step where I can hit them I chuck it where it sinks into his masks eye slit. If they aren't dead they aren't moving anytime soon. I turn tail and run. Normally I'd stay and take out that back-up he called for but at this rate I'm going to be late, for my first day of Beacon. Old Ozy himself recruited me about a year ago. Normally school wouldn't be my thing, especially a combat based one, after all I basically know everything I need to already. But I figured I'd humor him, I'm still recovering from a fairly severe back injury.
Luckily I'm not to late and they let me on the ship. Looking around anyone could tell that this was going to be an interesting year. Okay how do I describe what it looks like without being super rude? Wait why do I care about being rude? I don't! I do care about chocolate. Speaking of which I should eat some. Wait what was I saying? Oh yea that's right. Imagine the most unique person you know. Bright colors, weird outfit, weirder clothes, has a weapon that doesn't look like they should be able to use it. You know that kind of person. Now imagine that that was literally everyone you saw. I wonder if this was what a comic-con was like. Oh man I want to go to a comic-con so bad. You know how much fun that would be? Sooooooo much fun. Seriously I added six extra Os so you know I'm being seriously serious.
Anyway I probably stand out being so simply dressed. I'm wearing dark navy blue pants over black boots a black high collar jacket zipped up three quarters of the way to show of a light blue T-shirt. The jackets sleeves have white stripes down the middle of them. See? Out of place. Because I look relatively normal. What gives it away is the gun that hangs at my side on a belt covered in knives. I look out the window, ah the clouds look beat-OH MY GOD GHOST! Wait no just a hologram.
"Hello and welcome to Beacon Academy." The hologram is of some lady. Don't ask me her name, I don't know, don't care, and by the time I started saying that I didn't know anything I stopped listening to the informational hologram. Oh, maybe that's why I don't know anything. Sure hope that doesn't come to bite me in the ass later. I look through the hologram tuning out the world. It's been a year and a half since I was paralyzed from the neck down (I know what you're saying, "BUUUUT Azure you walk around just fine" I know I do. It's called science and reading the other story. What's that? I shouldn't shamelessly self publicize my own story in my own story while breaking the fourth wall especially since that one wasn't written in first person? Well screw you I do what I want). Man that was a really long paracentesis. You know how I know that was splllled right? Spell check. Doesn't always work though. Weird right?
Anyway a lot changed that year and a half, I've been forced to adapt and truly learn to survive on my own. I've done it before but this was the first time I was truly alone for so long. It was hard being isolated. Hell even among the students here I'm isolated. A hard childhood barely compares to what I've been through. Let's check list my woes. Dead family. Check. Raised to be a heartless murdering machine. Check. Realize that's wrong and get abandoned by person who raised you to be said machine. Check. Oh which means abusive upbringing check as well. Learn that sparing people is better than killing them then immediately unlearn that lesson. Check. Loose the only people who I called friends. Check. Become paralyzed. Check.
See what I mean? I've got every dark back story invented. Wait I don't have a dead girl/boy friend. Unless Mia counts, because let's face it, totally would've happened. Eh I'm stretching. The point is that even among all of these depressing people, I'll be alone. After you lose everyone you've ever cared about a few times you learn to shut people out. You hide behind humor or smiles or both and pretend nothing is wrong. Then people leave it alone. They think they're getting close to you but really you've just isolated yourself from them further. I should know, I'm a master at it.
The ship lands and the sheep I mean us kiddos start funnling out towards the school. After we hit this giant fountain thing people start branching off. Now what? I was following the crowd! I'm lost! I've never been here before. What do I doooooo?
"Hey. You lost?" I turn around to see who spoke. It's some girl. Green leather jacket over a yellow tank top, similar color pants with two blades crossed on her back.
"Uh no, I'm not lost. Being lost would require caring where you're going." Ha yeah take that random female! Wow. Am I a bad person?
"Oh sure. Anyway if you want to get to where you're supposed to be it's that way. Ozpin's giving a speech soon." She winks and walked off. Looking around I see I'm not the only loner. There's a girl in a purple shirt not far off, she's walking in the same direction as the green girl. A guy is headed my way. A bit shorter than me (at 6'4 who isn't?) and he appears to be a white tiger faunes. He has on a white trench coat with a hood and black pants. He walks right by me as he heads in the same direction as the two girls.
"Keep staring and I'll remove your eyes." He growls on his way past. Well that is just rude.
"Sure, you tell yourself that." I say smirking. I mean come on, this guy? Not a big deal. Still I give him a few minutes to get into the building before I follow. I mean come on. I don't want to fight him…yet. Once inside I look around. There's a bunch of students milling about talking waiting for Oz to get his sh- hm? PG rating? Fuck that. Going mature bitch. Now I can do all sorts of stuff. Like um um wait I can um. Dammit I got nothing. I could cus a lot. You know like Logan did because it was R. Freedom isn't always good. What am I saying that movie rules. Ah Ozpin is finally going to speak.
"Welcome students to Beacon. You all come here seeking something. Whether it's a new start or just how to be a better huntsman or huntress you all have goals. It's up to me to lead you there. Tomorrow you will be tested. I hope you're ready." He finishes and walks away. Weird guy. Looks like they want us to go to some place to sleep. That's nice of them. Yet again we move off together like sheep.
The room they've led us to is full of mats lined up. Oh man! Do I have to socialize? Okay that's not good. I'm often mistaken as very social. It's an illusion created by my quick wit and inability to not insult people. This is horrible! Sighing a grab one and start dragging it the corner. I get it all perfect and turn around and the girl with the purple shirt is there. We stand awkwardly for a moment before I crack.
"Hey. The names Azure Požar." I say smiling what I'm sure is a charming smile. Though she doesn't seemed to impressed.
"Silvia." She responds without returning my smile. Then she spins on her heel and starts to walk away. Let her go or talk more. Talk more definitely.
"Hey wait, Silvia was it? What brings you to Beacon?"
"It's the best school. Only place to go to become a serious Huntress."
"Well you definitely have the serious part down! Uh uh?" Not even a smile she turns to leave again. I'll crack her later. For now… sleep!
Naturally I have a bad dream. Why naturally you ask, because after having the life I've had you don't get good dreams. I've heard of dreams with unicorns and baseball and sex. I wish I had dreams like that. No instead my dreams are like this:
I was standing in a dark room seemingly alone when I heard voices behind me. I couldn't make out exactly what they were saying but they were clearly in pain. I spun around trying to locate the source until suddenly Vermell is standing in front of me her eyes wide and in pain. I look down and there's a sword through her chest. Looking back up she whispers to me.
"Why didn't you save me? Why didn't you kill him?" Then she crumbles to dust. I fall to my knees and start shaking. Then a deep voice echoes through the darkness.
"Why didn't you save them? It's because you weren't strong enough. You'll never be strong enough." Noir laughs and laughs.
I jerk awake his laugh echoing in my head. Damn what a dream. I check my scroll and it turns out it's only 7:30 A.M. To early ugh. Though that Silvia girl is up as well. Should I talk to her? What do you think? …… oh. Wait. You can't respond because this is a story and you have no way of saying anything to me. Guess I won't. I'd have to get up. And being paralyzed makes moving hard. Even if I have the brace. You wouldn't believe how hard it can be to move. Sure I make it look easy doing back flips and frontflips and somersaults and tumbles and spin kicks and air kicks and all sorts of other stuff, but it's really hard.
An hour later they separate us into groups and take us up to a hill. White Tiger guy, green girl, and Silvia are all in my group. Along with several other people I don't know at all. Depressing the only people I know are those three. Shame. We line up on this platforms and they tell us to search for some relic. Wonder what the platforms are for- OH MY GOD THEY JUST SHOT THAT GUY INTO FUCKING SPACE! Kidding just into the forest below. After a few people I get launched off as well. Alright. Time for some fun.