Ch7 School days and Bangarangs
Song recommendation: Skrillex – Bangarang
Narrators: Fenrir/Arkades
1: Fenrir
A shattered moon was the only light that beamed. It painted a silver path through dark trees, guiding me through the dusky woodland. My four limbs raced in quick quadrupedal leaps. The scent of cheap whisky and a life full of sorrow was carried in the air. My mind pushed the question of which smelled worse to a forgotten corner. Just a singular thought ran in my head: prey. He had slowed his pace. He was getting tired. That was good, I was getting hungry.
The silhouette of a man, bathed in heated red and orange, came into vision; his back was turned, hands on his knees as he panted heavily. I went at him at top speed, leaping with clawed fingers outward. Only thing I accomplished doing was landing before he pulled the sword from his back, Harbinger, and shot me back in a buckshot blast, before slicing my arm, turning his weapon into a scythe and dicing my head in decapitation.
I woke up from such a nice nap as groggy and pissed off as when I fell asleep. I had that same dream over and over last night. A different target each time, each one my doom. They were death, they were reapers, they were Huntsmen. I rubbed my eyes from the new light that blinded me. From the airship, Beacon was a canvas of grasslands brushed by concrete paths weighed down by pillars of granite and marble. Cyan rivers painted down into waterfalls on the cliffside. Orbs of light were trapped in a clockwork cage atop a tower at the center of the campus. The man inside, turning the gears, was waiting for our arrival. All according to his schedule.
"That god damned, two faced, lying, slimy motherfucker."
"Who are you muttering about now?"
Theodore looked at the school with a smirk on his chin. He probably thought he was looking at a painting; all I saw was lead.
"Ozpin, the ooze man. How come we have to see his ass again if he already told us what's going on? Shouldn't we get straight to the test?"
"I Think it's for our 'teammates' benefit. And besides, any info we get will help for later. Their going to catapult us into a forest." Theo's face turned from excitement to anxiety as he remembered the stories Port told us.
"We're gonna die, aren't we?"
"Probably. Might as well get this over with and fly to our impending demise. Wanna make a race out of it?" The ship was just docking, and the anticipation was killing me.
"What? No. Don't you go sailing off. I have the map!"
While he was yapping away, I flipped myself to the opposite wall in a pulling puff, before blowing out the side of the airship. I whizzed across the long, tiled road to the CCTS tower where Ozpin waited. Turns out I had miscalculated my burst, as I Crashed into the red leafed trees planted near its base. Tumbling, I rolled into the one next to it. My aura had faded, and my bones ached, and stomach bruised. I groaned and winced in pain, shutting my eyes.
"Are you lost, little boy?"
The sound of her voice was crackling tinder. My optics opened to meet burning yellow eyes placed on porcelain skin, hooded in long coal black locks of hair. She had her arms crossed, holding her elbows. She wore a malignant smile, like a necklace of ruby embers.
"Are you hurt?"
"Cinder." The name singed my tongue in a whisper. I Hurried myself up off the ground.
"I'm fine. Don't want your help. Fuck off." Her smile widened and eyes narrowed, watching me walk past her.
"I'm sure we can help each other out. If we do, I'd like to know how the headmaster is doing. Hope to see you again soon."
And I pray I never see you again.
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Hated when he did that. He's always been impatient, but that was off the wall, literally.
"Hell of a friend you got there." The man in a grey hooded duster expressed beside me.
"He's not so bad once you get to know him." I awkwardly replied before following in his trail.
Being here was something out of my wildest dreams. Large arches and columns lined the walkway, and students passed by with all kinds of unique and interesting weapons at their sides. I had never seen so much ordinance in one place before. Despite my feelings of apprehension, I was kind of looking forward to what I would see here; that was until a crowd had gathered at the fountain square.
"Attention Beacon Academy! I would like to challenge all who hear this to a fight. As a soon to be former student of Shade, I wish to engage in Dojoyaburi: the practice of a student challenging a rival school. With one handicap! See if you can beat me without your weapons."
Peaking over the crowd, I saw a kangaroo Faunus. She wore an olive drab get up of a bush jacket and khaki pants with dual pistols and loaded clips holstered to her thighs. Chains were wrapped around her forearms. She had sandy wheat colored hair that hung at her shoulders. A Jovial smirk graced her face.
"Unless you don't think you can win?"
"Those terms are bullshit, but your ass his grass!"
"Good to know."
She leaped to the first one that charged her, sending gravel behind her, firing twice. Once to get above, and again as a headshot; flying down to kick the skull of another. With another three bursts from a pistol, she forced back a uniformed student. Firing her other hand, she tripped a girl to her face before sending her sliding with a kick, tripping three more boys. A boy pushed her back with a combo of four swings, yet she dodged every one of them. Hooking her unfolded blade under his shoulder and the other against his front thigh, she flattened on his back, shooting them both in a spin.
Tossing the dizzied man in the same motion into another running group, she had attached the chains to her pistols and spun her weapons across the field, putting every adversary in the air, before winding herself back into a squat; swinging the chained guns back into her hands, she shot them away in a hail of bangs. The girl rocketed from the earth and used the students as steppingstones to reach the sun. Basking in its rays for a second, eclipsing the light in the sky. She came down like a meteor in a comet's tail of gunfire, summersaulting at the last second into a kick that shattered the ground and every enemy she stomped down. The girl posed in a squat, one pistol pointed to the ground, the other raised to the sky, triumphant.
"You there! You are in in very big trouble, young lady!" The girl shrank, her ears folding back. A blond, spectacled woman in a white long-sleeved, pleated top and a black high-waisted pencil skirt stormed in her direction, scowling angrily.
"And you too, young man." She said pointing at me.
"You were both to meet Professor Ozpin fifteen minutes ago!"
