Chapter 2- "Anything that can happen, will happen."

-Beacon Academy, close to midday-

"So, this is a school to train children into Grimm killing machines?" I asked, finally understanding part of the extensive history of the new world I was stuck on. "Indeed. Now, I'd like for you to explain why you are much taller than everyone here." Ozpin asked bluntly. This guy was very straight forward. I like that. I, however, was slightly offended by the question. "Well, sir," I paused, taking a breath to control my anger, "I am a Spartan."

"And what might that be?" Ozpin prodded further, not satisfied by my answer. I clenched my fists. I love bluntness, but it is also annoying. "Well, sir, Spartans are the brainchild of one Doctor Halsey. She originally kidnapped a I-don't-give-a-fuck number of children and experimented on them. Out of the hundreds she took, like seventy-five made it out alive. These Spartans were the crown achievement of Halsey. These Spartans were only the second generation. The first ones were basically normal soldiers selected to be augmented and pumped full of steroids. They were intended to fight against the Insurrection, but the program ended up getting canceled. Twice. But the Spartans of the ORION project aren't important anymore. Anyway, the II's were genetically modified to be bigger, stronger, and to not feel emotion. They literally had one purpose: to kill.

"I, on the other hand, am a generation three Spartan. Us III's were mostly orphans who volunteered for augmentation, flash training, and emotion suppression. We are basically the lesser version of the II's. On top of that, us III's are more prone to fits of rage the longer we're in service, or some doctor said in a study. I do know that there is little hope for II's and III's to fit in in a civilian lifestyle. The gen four Spartans, however, are something special," my aggravated tone turned to sheer anger, "They are the lucky ones. The Spartan-IV program is a volunteer only program. They were trained to think like Spartan-II and act like them too, but they never got the emotion suppression." I had been so caught up in the history of the Spartans, that I didn't realize we had walked through the school's main courtyard and into the central tower. Ozpin's expression remain neutral. I, however, was scowling deeply. Of course, though, my scowl was hidden by my helmet.

"It would seem that you loathe the Spartan-IV's." Ozpin spoke in a calm voice. How could he so calm while standing next to an upset Spartan. I refrained from answering the question. "I will take that as a yes" Ozpin said after a few moments of silence. We stepped into an elevator and began going up before Ozpin asked another question.

"How long have you been in service?"

This question almost made me wince. I hadn't been in the UNSC for very long, had I? I thought back to the Battle of Sigma Octanus IV, where I was originally orphaned. That battle had started July 17, 2552, five days after my birthday. At that point I was 14 years old. The family that adopted me after the battle moved to Reach. And, well, we all know what happened there. The last date I remember before coming here was October 22, 2557. That means I have severed five years, more or less. This also means that I am 19 years old.

"I have served in the UNSC for five years, sir." I finally replied after a few moments of deep, painful thought. Ozpin glanced up to me and asked another question, "How old are you?"

"I am nineteen, sir." I spat, growing tired of this frivolous talk of myself. Ozpin must've connected the dots as he winced curtly and looked at the buttons on the elevator wall. His face made it appear that he was in deep thought. I still couldn't read him, however; he held that stoney, passive expression. My anger was allowed to boil down for the rest of the elevator ride. Soon, the elevator dinged and the doors opened to an office under a large number of massive, rotating cogs. Ozpin strode out of the elevator and sat behind his desk. I followed him and stood in front of his desk.

"So, you want to fight?" He asked. He seemed to have devised a plan in the short time between the elevator ride and getting to his desk. His plan obviously started by asking a question that was rhetorical in the eyes of a Spartan-III.

"Of course, sir." I replied quickly, almost eagerly.

"Are you familiar with teamwork?" He asked. This question would seem rhetorical in the eyes of IIs, IIIs, and IVs.

"Yes, sir."

"Are you willing to put up with school and people?" He asked. This question threw me off a bit.

"Yes, sir." My voice displayed my uncertainty.

"Good, because I want you to join my school." Ozpin spoke confidently of his decision. I was moderately surprised. The next words I spoke would change my life. I had to think very carefully about this-

"Hell, why not. I'm in." I said, too eager to get back into a fray of any kind.

I walked down the hall of a dorm building, looking for a girl. I was told this girl would have silver eyes and a red cloak. My armored foot falls thumped a little too loud for comfort as the residents of said dorm building started poking their heads out to see what was going on. Unlucky for them, I could hear them whispering amongst their teams.

"Who is that"

"What is that"

"Is that a new prototype from Atlas?"

"That thing is freaking me out."

These were most of the comments I heard. When stopped and looked over my shoulder the children quickly backed into their rooms and slam the doors. Good riddance. If this was how my stay was going to be, I might just incite fear in them so I don't have to deal with them. I turned back and kept walking. It wasn't until another seven or so before I heard a door open behind me. I turned around to find the most curious thing. I should say person, but… I couldn't tell if this girl was human. She was pale long brown hair with long rabbit ears and soft brown eyes. She was wearing the school's uniform: a white, form-fitting top, with a collar lined with black and a pink ribbon tied neatly below it, a dark-brown, long-sleeved jacket that comes down around her chest over the shirt, a pair of dark-brown shorts, and a pair of black leggings that come to just below her hips. When this girl's eyes rested on my armor she froze. Her face was stuck between fear and wonder as she just stared at me. Time to break some damn ice.

"Hello," I started with a small wave, "would you happen to know a girl who has silver eyes and a red cloak? Ozpin wanted me to go find her dorm."

The mention of Ozpin made the bunny-girl relax a bit. She opened her mouth, but couldn't get words out. She held up a finger, telling me to wait, then went back into her dorm room. I could hear voices on the inside, but I couldn't quite hear what they were saying. A few minutes later, a different, slightly taller girl came out. This girl was also pale and had brown hair, but her hair was much shorter and had a caramel highlight and her eyes were a dark brown. She also donned the school uniform. This girl also froze up and stared, but still managed to speak.

"Sorry about Velvet. She is quite shy. You mentioned to her that you were looking for someone?" She said, nervousness drenched her words.

"Yeah, I am looking for a girl who has silver eyes and a red cloak. Ozpin wanted me to meet her." I spoke still wondering about this Velvet girl.

"Oh, he must want you to go find Ruby. Yea, she is the only one I know who has both of those." The girl said,slightly envious. Her stance shifted a bit and it conveyed her annoyance. "Keep going down this hall, take a-" I cut her off.

"No. I am done walking around this damn place being gawked at. Could you call Ozpin so I can be reassigned?" I blurted. I was not in the mood to be whispered about again. At least not when I can hear it. The girl nodded and pulled out a little rectangle piece of metal. She then slid it open and dialed a number. The resemblance to a phone back in the colonies was astonishing. It looked so similar, but much more advanced at the same time.

"Professor, it's about the new…" She started, but couldn't find the right word.

"Student." I filled in her blank.

"Yea, the new student. She wanted to know if she could… oh. Yes, sir. I will. Thank you, professor. Goodbye." She ended the call and put her phone away. "Come in. The team will want to meet you." With that, she went into the dorm.

I walked into the room, ducking under the doorframe. I came in and caught the last little bit of a statement from the girl who was just in the hall with me, "-new teammate. Be nice." I already felt like walking away. I don't know why, but I do.

I gave the other people in the room a small wave. "Hello."

The girl spun around quickly and started introducing me to her team. She pointed to Velvet. "You already met Velvet Scarlatina." The she pointed to a copper headed, white-eyed male with dark tan skin. His hair was an absolute mess. He was wearing a black suit lined with gold, a blue vest, and a white shirt with a red tie. The male school uniform. "That is Fox Alistair." The girl then pointed to a monster of a man. This guy was nearly as tall as me, and that shocked me. He had very short black hair, brown eyes, and was a delicious light tan. He was also wearing his school uniform. He stepped forward to shake my hand. "Yatsuhashi Daichi." He said. I shook his hand and the girl seemed surprised. The boy had a good handshake grip. That is a good sign. Yatsu soon disengaged in the handshake and stepped back. "And I am Coco Adel." the girl, Coco, finally told me her name. Then they just stared at me expectantly.

"Right," I took my helmet off showing the four my black, buzz cut and cold blue eyes, "I am Spartan, Rank 101, Beta-007 Elisa Hawthorne. Just call me Elisa." I spoke with a short salute.

All but Fox looked at me in slight surprise at the long title I gave. I clipped my helmet to my hip and looked around the room. The room was fairly simple. It had four beds, two on either side of a large window, a pair of bookcases, a closet, a bathroom, and curtains. Oh, and a tale near the door to the hallway.

"Well, welcome to team CFVY." Velvet said somewhat enthusiastically.

There was an awkward lull in the conversation.

Yatsu glanced up to the wall behind me, where there was a clock. "There should be some spars happening in the auditorium. Would you like to see them, Elisa?" Yatsu offered, trying to ward away the awkward moment. I smiled slightly at the word "spar."

"I would like to see some spars, maybe even participate in a few." I spoke enthusiastically.

I then stepped to the side and let the lead me out of the door. We went about forty meters when Fox asked Yatsu a question in a whisper, thinking i wouldn't hear it.

"Is she hot?"

While I remained neutral, if a it confused, to the question, my face heated up a bit. I quickly put my helmet on in embarrassment. But this kind of embarrassment felt different than the kind I felt when I did something stupid and my squad saw it. It created an unfamiliar feeling within me. I felt warm, physically and metaphysically. What was this feeling?

"Although her hair is cut military style, her eyes are like staring into deep pools of water. She is a bit pale, but has a well-sculpted face." Yatsu whispered back. That didn't help the strange feeling go away.

"She definitely sounds super hot." Fox whispered with endearment.

"If you two say another thing about her being hot, I will break your legs." Coco chimed in angrily. Did I spark a dispute by simply being present?

"I didn't say that, Fox did." Yatsu quickly ratted out his buddy. I heard Fox gasp dramatically.

"I was just complimenting her, since you know, I am blind." Fox said mocking offence. This was getting amusing and that heat and feeling was disappearing.

"Well, she is pretty." Velvet blurted out of nowhere. That strange feeling and heat came surging back. WHY ME!?

"Velvet, I'll break your legs too." Coco declared.

"Hey, calm down. Nobody will break anyone's legs over my looks. Thank you." I finally entered the conversation. Coco glanced at me and signed in relief that I sided with her. "Besides, Velvet looks way cuter than me." I added. Coco shot me a hateful look and I burst out laughing. Velvet turned her head away from the rest of her team in embarrassment. I wonder if what I said was wrong. Could it have been? No. I need to stop thinking so deeply. It is dangerous for me. Should it be, though? Why is it that-

A small screech pulled me out of my deep thoughts. I looked to my left where I heard the screech came from. There was some guy yanking on Velvet's ears. This punk had burnt orange hair and indigo eyes. His outfit was some silver and gold plate armor depicting a bird expanding its wings. Under the armor, he wore a black shirt trimmed in red with a red belt and black pants. He was tall, but I was still taller.

"This never gets old." He said as he pulled on Velvet's ear harder. Where the fuck did the team go?

"Cardin! P-please stop it!" Velvet cried in distress. Now I am hearing an accent. Australian maybe? Yea. Australian.

Cardin was still yanking her ears as I approached, my boots thumping loudly and angrily. Cardin didn't seem to care for the sound until I was right next to him.

"Look, I don't know… who… you…" Cardin trailed off as he looked up to me. My fists were clenched so tight that i probably had white knuckles.

"Let go of her." My voice rang out angrily.

"Or what, robot?" Cardin retorted. I snorted and got an idea.

"Or I'll floor your ass in a spar." My wrathful voice rolled down the halls like thunder. Cardin let go of Velvet's ears and huffed.

"You think you can beat me?" He asked incredulously.

I nodded curtly as my reply. He gave me a glare and walked off down the hall, not before he muttered, "What a bunch of freaks." My blood was boiling. At least until Velvet ran up and hugged me. I froze. What was I to do? I don't know what to do. I wasn't trained for this. I awkwardly wrapped my arms around Velvet as to not crush her.

"Thank you, Elisa." She said, looking up to me. I looked down at her and made a promise in my head. I would beat the shit out that Cardin guy.

"It wasn't too much of a big deal." I replied more calmly than I ever had spoken before. With that said, I disengaged the hug and motioned for Velvet to lead me to the auditorium. She simply nodded and began guiding me.

Mark my words, Cardin, you will pay.


Oh, my... Cardin really screwed up. Emotionally unstable Elisa? Oh, that makes it worse... Find out just what Elisa does to Cardin next time in Guardian of a Broken World. OH, and don't forget to Follow/Favorite and comment on the story!