"*beep*Listen Azariah, I will be calling you once a month to keep tabs on your progress and make sure you are staying on track. As your parole officer, I am obligated to make sure you don't start any shit with the other upstanding members of society. Listen… as far as I am concerned just don't do anything that will show up both of our evaluations and we will get along just fine. My pension is riding on this you goddamn troglodyte, YOU HEAR ME? DO NOT FUCK THIS UP OR I WILL HAVE YOU IN SOLITARY FOR ANOTHER YEAR! *end of new messages.*

SEAT: C55

NAME: AZARIAH VANCE

CLASS: COACH

DESTINATION: VYTAL INTERCONT TO BEACON ACAD.

The Tale of Team HARK

Chapter 2

Arrivals: Azariah Vance

After listening to the new voicemail on his phone, Azariah watched as the strange student wearing a cowboy hat walked off into the line for the crowd. Fastening his backpack he stepped into line with everyone else, and looked towards the door, with some sense of familiarity.

"Looks kinda like the ones in juvie…" He muttered to himself.

"Doors opening," the announcer said over the PA system.

"Here we go…" he said, fastening his worn out shoulder bag.

The doors opened to a great outdoor pavilion surrounded by a giant garden with park benches and a few vending machines. The place had a long walkway leading to a castle-like structure in the distance, and it seemed that everyone was headed in that direction.

As he walked out he felt the cold autumn breeze blow over him. The sound of leaves rustling across the ground and the students talking amongst their friends. All this paired with the knowledge that he was finally free from the life that was behind him. He could now start fresh…

Suddenly a blonde haired boy wearing armor bumped into him in a mad dash to get to the trash can. Azariah thought little of it until he looked down at his worn out boots and saw it had been stained with the knight's vomit. His face quickly switched from amazement to disgust and anger.

"God… What the fuck…Uh... You piece of shit…" He said to himself as he tried to tap his foot against the pavement to shake it off his shoe.

He grumbled for a few seconds then looked up at the boy still puking his guts out into the public trash can. In a fit of anger he began walking with a fast pace and a semi-slouched posture towards him, pushing a white dressed girl out of the way as he marched up to the knight.

"Hey, fuckwit." He said looking at him. Azariah then proceeded to step on the back of his knee and watched him fall to the ground, hitting his head on the rim and landing some of the vomit on the boy's shirt. He looked down at him, raising his boot swiftly towards his face, however he stopped in a moment of realization. He looked at the cheap pocket watch and then back down at the choking kid. He then put down his foot and pointed at the kid.

"Fuck you." he grumbled, struggling to find better words whilst holding himself back. The tall menace looked at him and then wandered back out towards the school. He reached for his pocket where he had a pack of gum and pulled out a piece; throwing it into his mouth as he angrily walked on to what he assumed was the school building. His hands in the pockets of his tattered military coat. He noticed in the distance there were four girls loudly arguing with each other with a box of luggage on the ground, its contents spread all over.

Just as he noticed the incident, the girl with the bowtie had not stopped looking at him and had her glare continuously fixated on him. Azariah noticed her from earlier on the airship as the person who stepped away from the television after he started talking to the stranger with the hat. He tilted his head back and gave her an equally hostile look, causing her to hide behind the pages of her book she had been reading.

As he approached the door to the large building, he heard a familiar voice.

"Well, color me impressed, I din' think you'd make it to the doors here without being stopped, 'specially after knockin' down that poor kid…" A familiar voice called out.

It was the well dressed cowboy from earlier, with his luggage in tow.

"Fuck, what now… Oh its you." Azariah said under his breath.

He tilted his hat up and stopped walking."Oh it's me? That be the note we're gettin' off on? Just wanted to introduce me to the cynical brute I met on the ship, but 'parrently he don't think I'm cool enough for me… I see how it is…" he said with a thick degree of sarcasm.

"Bite me you hick, what do you want" Azariah responded, too tired to get angry.

The stranger extended his hand and looked up at the tall man. "Name's Harrison W. Cohl. Thats wit' an H and no E." Harrison said with a smirk as he took off his hat.

Azariah was confused by the intention of Harrison. He then slapped his hand out of the way. "Azariah Vance. Pleasure." He responded. The two began to walk on through the gate into the reception area.

In front of them lay an orientation table with three older students, each with a table full of pamphlets and guides. They were handing out yellow packets that indicated where people were to go with sleeping bags for the students to stay in overnight.

"So what brings you here to a place like Beacon? The way you dress don't advertise much the type to be… well… let's say… you ain't here for the education." Harrison said as he picked up pamphlets about the school from the reception table for the new students.

Azariah sighed as he picked up the orientation manual. "Well what brings some podunk hick here? What, wasn't too much the fan of the trailer parks and working corn fields all year? Wouldn't want to leave that poor wife… I mean sister… alone for too long now would you?" he commented, picking up his packet and sleeping bag.

As the two walked on to the hallway to the presentation hall, Harrison stopped.

"How dare you insult my trailer home. I'll have you know that my sister… I mean wife, takes great care of that there shack, thank you very much." Harrison snyly remarked, looking at Azariah with a straight face.

"You serious?" The confused Azariah asked.

"No you fuckin' vagrant. I'll have you know that I only work a corn field once a week." Harrison remarked, trying to hold back a grin.

The two of them shared a laugh before continuing on to the presentation hall.

Postscript: So this is part two of four. I still am trying to find a solid foundation, but so far my sum total of eleven views is giving me hope! Sorry that the last one was so short. I kinda had something come up right in the middle of writing, so I never got the chance to fully finish or review what I put out. I hope you guys can forgive that as I move forward. Stay tuned!