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The Forgotten God
Chapter 10. Classes (Part 1)
(Balak's POV)
I take back what I said last night. There is no way that today could at all be termed as a 'good day'. In the morning Ruby blew a whistle so loud that I fell off of my bed unto the floor. The same happened to my teammates which made me laugh but before I could make a snide comment the whistle came back. And now I'm stuck in a class with a teacher who spends most of the lecture re-telling stories of his past. It was interesting at first but now it's just boring which led me to finding some way to distract myself.
So to fill the time I just doodled on a piece paper writing nothing in particular. Creating a bunch of scrambles except for a drawling of Yang that could barely be perceived as her with the words above her saying 'big meanie'.
Apparently Yang saw my drawling and scowled at me and hurled a crushed up piece of paper at me which I caught an unwound. It said 'idiotic amnesiac' and under that was a poorly drawn picture of yours truly. Crunching my teeth in frustration I flipped her off while also sticking my tongue out at her. She did the same but added the action of jugging a pencil at me as if she had shot a gun. Catching it when the pencil was only a centimeter away from stabbing into my shoulder I cracked it into two and let the now broken pencil hit the floor. Is what I wish I had done but instead I stupidly tried to dodge it and fell backwards along with my chair alerting all those who are students in the room along with the teacher Professor Port.
"Are you alright young lad?" Asked Professor Port worriedly.
Pulling myself back up I responded with "No sir I think I may have fractured something."
With a hint of suspicion in his voice Professor Port asked "You don't sound like you fractured something, did you?"
"I'm enduring it?"
"Well you must be quite strong if you are able to withstand a fracture without letting out even a whimper. Would you like to showcase your skills in front of the class?"
Shrugging I stood from my seat and marched down the row of desks while also muttering about how ridiculous it is that I have to do such a thing. Hearing snickering as I pass team RWBY's row where Yang is in the action of holding back her laughter.
Once I reached the bottom I awaited what Port would be having me do and tried to avoid the constant stares from the now formed audience. I could tell that they came mainly from my own team with Octavia being the queen of glares. Undoubtedly she's mad about me causing another scene despite the promise that I made to her last night to at least try to behave myself.
"Now if you would please go and get changed into your combat gear then we can proceed." Said Port.
Quickly I saluted the professor and darted for the locker room where I then took the contents from my individual locker switching from my school uniform to my combat gear. To finish I grabbed my sword within its sheath and broke into a fast jog to the very class I left moments ago.
"Ah good to see that you wasted no time and came straight back here. Now ready yourself young lad." Demanded Port who walked up to a tall cage that was covered by a white sheet. Taring it off to reveal exactly what the sheet was hiding. It was a single Beowulf that held a predatory glare over the class of students which stopped on me gave a look of pure hunger.
Lunging at me the Beowulf swung with its clawed hands guiding towards its target which happened to be my throat. Surprised at the beast's speed I ducked just in time to evade making the Beowulf to just attack the air. Scrambling to a better position I gave a half-glance to Professor Port "could you give me at least a warning before you let loose a creature of grim on me?"
Professor Peter just scoffed and questioned "don't worry it's just a young one so it shouldn't be too strong to pose a large threat. Besides I thought you had killed a pack during initiation with little effort."
I chuckled as I looked back on that moment. It was quite gruesome and I highly doubt I will be able to purposely pull out such power like that again without some kind of trigger. If I remember correctly then it was because one of the Beowulf had caught me by surprise and injured me slightly that I went ballistic. So I guess if I were to let this Grimm hurt me then maybe I will be able to reach that state again. Then again I would very much NOT like to get stabbed with its claws and since I'm not experienced enough yet there is no way that I would be able to deflect a blow and only receive a small scratch akin to the one before. So to make it simple I merely twisted my blade slightly so I didn't completely block the attack. Unfortunately the beast didn't let up as when it made its strike and scratched my cheek it pushed more and gave me a big gash that spread down from the left side of my chin directly under the scratch and stopped a little under the jawline. Cursing I drew my sword and smacked the Grimm with the back of my sword to push it back and give me a moment of closure.
Yeah, not doing that again. In hindsight that was probably one of my most stupid ideas. But hey at least I learned something. It wasn't that I got hurt that I lost my senses before. So it must be because I was so surprised that the Beowulf was able to hurt me when my guard was down for a second and I got enraged at not only the Grimm but also at myself for letting myself sustain an injury.
Before I could reminiscence more I saw the Beowulf going for another strike so I ducked and let the attack pass me. I knew that this was the moment to finish it as the Grimm had its back facing me. With ease I threw myself forward and once I was within inches of the the Grimm I pulled back my arm in an arc so that the slash would have the right amount of momentum. Luckily it was enough as the edge of my blade met the beowolf's neck and decapitated it. Leaving the creature to fade into nothingness just as every other Grimm that had met its end.
After I relaxed myself I brushed my hand over my forehead to wipe off the sweat and took a look at the classroom before me. There were many different reactions but the majority was being worried. Probably because I was bleeding, letting small droplets fall to the floor.
"Mr. Xantara, are you alright?" Asked Professor Port with concern.
Putting my hand over my gash I felt that it was not that deep of a cut but it was still deep enough that it would require some care. Wouldn't want it to become infected.
Dropping to my knees I spoke in a dramatic fashion "I fear that the damage is too severe. I don't think I'm going to make it, Professor Port please let my team know that I somewhat enjoyed their company. And tell them to never…forget…me." I made sure to make a few squealing noises to further dramatize the scene.
I could hear Port shouting a "Ah-ha" as he said aloud "some very amusing acting indeed Mr. Xantara, truly, but due to the fact that we're still in class I need you to leave the front of the room so I can continue my lecture. Would the rest of team OBJT please escort their teammate to the infirmary?"
Opening my left eye I scan the classroom until I find the rest of my team striding down towards me and stop once they reached my body. I imagined that they would all try to carry me together but instead I was able to catch a glance of Tamiko whispering something into Octavia's ear. Who then let a sadistic grin spread over her face as she looked down on me. Frightened, I stood back up and said "oh you guys don't have to worry about lil ol' me. You just sit right back in your seats and I will go by myself to see if it's anything serious. See ya." I began walking for the door but I did not get even two feet before my arm was firmly gripped from behind. I spun my head to meet bright white eyes that could only belong to the intimidatingly tall Jarvis who had held a stoic expressions for a few seconds before it had changed to match Octavia's. I tried to wiggle my way free from Jarvis' hand but soon found it to be inevitable and once I had given up I hear a ripping sound and checked behind myself to see tear in the collar of my shirt with a hook protruding from it. Attached to a rope which was attached to a the very bow that Octavia used during initiation. Apparently she and the others are still mad at me for what happened the previous day when I went to get food rather than head straight for beacon.
"Jarvis, if you please?" Questioned Octavia who was received an almost instantaneous answer from the man in question "with pleasure." Then I felt a great pain as a quick blow was landed upon my head leaving me to fall into the endless darkness of unconsciousness yet again.
(Balak POV)
~Dream state~
There was nothing but a black void that completely submerged me. Nothing to alert that I was at all in fact alive.
No sounds reverberating in my ears.
No cool winds to caress my skin.
No intoxicating smells reaching my nostrils.
And not even a light bright enough to make any part of my body visible.
There was just darkness. A dark so devoid of life and color that I wondered if I was actually anywhere. I tried to run but it felt like there was no ground and I was suspended in the air.
*Plonk*
I inwardly gasped as I heard the singular sound and tried to pinpoint where it came from. Though it was a wasted effort as the sound came from every direction. It sounded like some heavy object falling to the ground from a very high place.
Pondering if the sound was just a figment of my imagination I almost did not notice the feeling of something under my feet. I realized that it was smooth and flat, probably the floor of wherever I was. I peered downward to see a faint red glow which allowed me to see my shoes and part of my pants leggings.
Curious of what would happen I took a step forward and when my foot fell back to the floor it was immediately met with the red glow. Apparently this glow counts as the bottom of this abyss so instead of just standing there I broke into a run heading in no real direction in general. I just ran.
Eventually I stopped to check on the red glowing floor to see that instead of disappearing it had remained leaving behind a long trail of red. I guess it would help in retracing my steps if I ever need to. Much better than a trail of bread crumbs if I say so myself.
Then suddenly there was a loud growl coming from where I had came from. I grew anxious as to what could possibly be lurking in the abyss. I thought of running but rejected the idea because HEY where the hell would I go. Not like there's some cabin in the distance I can go to for shelter. Ok, if there actually was one then the situation would undoubtly get worse.
From the trail I began to hear the small scuffle of footsteps. And they came louder and louder as they came closer to me. I really wanted to run, I really did but since there was no where to go I might as well stand my ground.
The footsteps ceased.
The red trail evaporated into the darkness.
I started to think that something crazy was about to pop out but as time progressed nothing had shown itself. Pretty anticlamatic. There could have at least been a deadly looking clown. Or a giant spider would've been good. Or I mean would have fit with the atmosphere. No way would a giant spider be a good thing. Unless you have an fixation on insects. Or maybe you jus-
"Meian, is that you?" Said a gravelly voice that could scare even the most experienced veteran hunter out of their skin. Gazing towards the voice I saw nothing except for two floating crimson lights that could only be eyes but everything besides the dark red pupils were black.
Not knowing how to react I just stood and stared. Then I did the most reasonable thing to do, I screamed like a little girl.
Half an hour later after being knocked out...
I felt a great deal of pain on my side when I fell to the ground sceaming.
"What are you doing?" Asked a familiar feminine voice.
I stopped screaming and lifted my eyelid to see my partner Tamiko only just opening the door to the room I'm in. Actually now that I look at it isn't this the room I woke up in and had my first conversation that I can remember. The place where I had formally met Yang, Ruby, and the headmaster. Though now that I think of it I don't really believe that our meeting could be described as 'formal'. Afterall I did get pounded by Yang for teasing her. Or maybe I was unintentionally provoking her. Hmm, they're basically the same thing.
Ah, memories.
Speeking up yet again "are you just going to daze off or are you going to answer me?" Said Tamiko with an edge to her tone.
"Well dazing off into dreamland does seem more compelling than answering a simple question. But then again saying so would probably infuriate you, could you give me a day or two to sleep on it?"
I could almost see the irritation on Tamiko's face. She was absolutely about to burst like a raging volcano. And I guess that's the end to my meaningless existence. Goodbye oh cruel world.
Surprisingly I was not hit nor was I slapped or even had something thrown at me. She just took a deep breath and made her way out of the room until she was nearly outside she passed a wicked grin and said in a chill voice. "You better hurry to class. We have Miss Goodwitch for combat class and she assigned for the two of to duel. And I happen to be looking forward to it, moreso now than before."
"I never got to see what your weapon is so you can expecting me to be there waiting for a good challenge for the great me," I said as I remember missing out on her battle with the nevermore. "I just hope that you can keep up with me, wouldn't want to put up a boring show for the audience. There is going to be an audience right?"
Tamiko just giggled and proceeded with leaving but not without getting the last say in the matter. "There will be and they will be feeling dissatisfied seeing as you have already dug your own grave."
{Author's Note}
Hey guys! How long has it been? 2 days? A week? A month?
Okay I'll admit I haven't posted in like centuries but try not to judge. I mean you can but, well, be gentle.
Anywho just know that I will at least try to post more chapters to both The Forgotten God & Beacon's Designated Drunk. I also have a poll set up on my profile if any of you wish to vote. It's in regards to what my 3rd fanfic should be.
Also let me know if I went a little quick-paced in advancing the plot with that whole dream, thing. And as for the romance I have thought about this back story stuff cause there's supposed to be a good back story well at least to me. And I'm wondering about the pairing. I have this whole scene in my head for a much later chapter and I'm starting to lean towards a Balak/DescenderXOctavia. If you think I shouldn't then drop a review or pm me and I will make another poll.
Also, before I forget, I want to pay my respects to the great man who has inspired many and made the many fanfictions for RWBY possible. He will be dearly missed and forever remembered. And for all of you heartless creatures who did not cry (I sheaded a tear. But it was a manly tear. The manliest tear of them all.) realize that you guys are actually crying on the inside.
Now then I have said about everything I wanted to say. So then, as quoted from Arnold Schwarzenegger "Hasta la vesta, baby."