Chapter II

After we got off the ship, Yang and I headed toward the huge castle-like school known as Beacon. I told Yang I was going on ahead to avoid the huge crowd of other first years. Little known fact is that I hate crowds, and next to that I REALLY hate liars. Liars are the worst kind of people in the world and I will leave that at another point later on.

'Dammit,' I thought as I made my way toward the auditorium. 'If only Yang knew the truth and then she would hate me. I can never live with myself after what happened.' I then began to have those memories again. The night my family's lives were taken and slaughtering some of the group known as the White Fang a month later. But I knew the White Fang were under orders from that night and I knew that someone else was behind it. Now I have to avenge my fam-

"Welcome back, old students, and a warm welcome to the new students here at Beacon." A guy wearing dark green with glassed spoke mid-thought and I looked up as he continued. "My name is Ozpin but you can call me Professor Ozpin. In a few moments you will go unpack in your dorms and to grab your maps of the entire kingdom and school ground. Well, future Huntsman and Huntresses, the meeting is dismissed and I will hope to see you all tomorrow." Ozpin then walked away on that note and everyone else walked upstairs, leaving me to stand there deep in thought.

I never have been so alone in my life. 'Maybe this place isn't for a murderer like me,' I started to think and then I heard footsteps over to my right and, as soon as I looked, Ozpin said, "Normally, a student is to obey the rules but I am curious as to why you are still here."

I put on the fake smile and said, "Oh, sorry! I was just in thought about the school and how big it was-" I was then interrupted by Ozpin again.

"There is no need to pretend, Onyx Fangheim. I have heard all about your little incident with the White Fang back then." It was at that point where I killed the smile. "That was the same exact reason why I kept an eye on you for a while before you came here to Beacon."

"How did you know?" I was quite curious as to how he knew about that night and what he said next didn't surorise me and surprised me at the same time.

"Your father was a great and kind man, Onyx. He would know the difference between you letting him die and trying to save him from the White Fang. He was one of my favorite students but not the brightest." He sounded sure of himself that he knew my father but it convinced me to trust him. I was kind of...shocked a bit.

"I never knew he was a Huntsman." I looked back at him and he nodded.

He looked at his watch and said, "You should head to your dorm for the night...and Onyx?"" he said, putting his hand on my shoulder as I started to walk away and continued with, "Don't blame yourself for the deaths of those who you love. Understand?"

I nodded and walked upstairs telling myself after all that, "Blame myself? I blame me and the White Fang." I opened the dorm door to the room and it had all my stuff here. My black Les Paul electric guitar, my sword friend that I created back in Signal, Blackest Heart. I even had my picture of my family and I from when I was seven.

The guitar is a fond memory. I remember the face I had whenever I had recieved it for Christmas. My brother had taught me to play it ever since. The picture was taken in the city near Signal and we were just having fun and walking around. My father, mother, sister and brother, and I looked all happy in it.

Last but not least was Blackest Heart. I had created this giant sword whenever I was at Signal amd it was one of the teachers who had taught me how to make a sword. I messed up amd burned myself a few times but I managed to create this baby that I will treasure forever. All these memories of my past came flowing back into my head and I am never letting them go. A few tears came down from my eyes and I just wiped them away.

I then heard a knock on the door and do I walked toward it to open said door. I looked around only to find that there was what looked like an invitation. I walked back in, closing the door and reading the invitation on it.

"Yang invited me to a party tonight." I said to myself. "Well, lets go find out what is going on." That said, I opened the window only to hear pop music over in the forest. I then jumped out of the window and walked towards the "party".

On the way there I began to think to myself, 'Maybe Professor Ozpin was right. Maybe I shouldn't blame myself for the death of my family. I mean it was the White Fang's faultfault that they killed my people and burned everything. It was their fault-GAH!' I was interrupted when everything around me was completely white and then I looked at the ground. Alyssum flowers. Those were the symbol of my hometown.

I turned to see my own father, Draken Fangheim, smiling at me. My emotions inside me turned to hatred and resentment with a little bit of sadness, but I refused to keep that emotion.

"Son, you have grown." He said and I turned away.

"Why should you care?! I let you die back then! Why be calm and happy all of a sudden?!" I began to let some of my anget out but kept some in for later on.

"Onyx, I do care and you didn't let me die. If anything it was my old age that killed me and not the White Fang." He began to be passionate at this point and he thinks he can control or trigger my sadness. "I am happy and calm because I am here with everyone now."

"I was too slow! I could have saved you if I had returned with the Dust sooner. I just want to be forgiven for being slow."

"You dont have to be forgiven for anything. I am the one who should be forgiven because I let you down at a time of need.

"Father, I let YOU down and I should have died instead of you." Another memory came into mind. Little me was running through the woods with dust in his arms, crying and sobbing at the sight of the fire and smoke.

Then everything went back to normal reality.

"Hey, Onyx!" I heard someone call my name and I looked over to find Yang waving and laughing. I simply nodded and kept walking toward a tree, only to sit down with a drink I picked earlier. I never liked parties but I am curious as to how this one was going to be. I removed the meeting with father from my head at this point.

Yang had apparently followed me with her drink and sat down to my right. She nudged me and said something to me but couldn't hear her because of someone screeching like a wild animal.

"What was that?" I asked and she said it again.

"How are you enjoying the party? What do you think?"

I answered with a lie. "It's cool."

"How come you are by yourself?" She asked and I had to give an honest answer.

"I lile being alone because I get annoyed by really weird people." I couldnt hear her say it but I caught one word. "Oh."

I nodded and said, "Why did you invite me anyway?"

"I figured," she said, "that it might take your mind off of your bad memories. You know, kind of like relaxing for a bit." I nodded because that was somewhat true. The music then turned to soft and calm violin music which made me feel better.

"You know, Yang. Do you believe in the phrase "like father, like son"?" I asked her and she thought about it for a second before nodding. "If there is one thing if I remember about my father, it's that he has major anger issues. I do as well and I will leave it at that."

The rest of the party was just sitting alone and the others just having fun with their friends. I will never have friends even if they knew the truth about me. It is true that my family died when I was eight and that I slaughtered some of the White Fang to try and avenge my family's death, but there was one more thing that I forgot to mention but that will be later on. I never knew much about my family other than that they were kind and generous.

Everyone went their seperate ways but I just returned to my dorm and showered after closing the window. The feeling of hot water against my skin was heaven and I felt like I was back home. I got out after shutting off the water and dried off only to dress myself into only my pajama pants. I then lied down and fell asleep almost immediately.