Two days earlier..
Team CTNE was holding their Nightly Group Therapy again. It started ever since the first night where Tim and Noah talked about their nightmares. Evan and Caught had joined them the second night, and so a nightly ritual had begun. Although most of them never outright said it, they all non-verbally agreed that it helped them mentally.
"First day of badass school's tomorrow! Glynda told me today. We get to learn fighty-stabby things with the small high school kids now! I'm pumped. How do the rest of you guys feel?" Evan chirped happily.
Noah smirked. "I've been practicing with my sword-glaive, Firebrand. Let's see if any of the other little shits have weapons as awesome as mine," Noah replied.
Caught nodded. "Let's show this school how Team CTNE rolls. And remember.." Caught commented.
"If anybody tries to bully us, we beat the shit out of them!" Evan added. There was a pause. Then they all collapsed into giggles and snickering.
"I'm excited. If He ever does come back to finish the job, we'll know enough about Dust to maybe have a fighting chance of killing it." Tim remarked. The team fell into a stunned silence, because they knew it was true.
Tim awoke to a pillow being slammed into his face and Evan screaming into his ear. "..what?" he blurted, still in morning phase.
"WAKE UP! WAKE UP, WE'LL MISS PORT'S CLASS!" Evan yelled. Tim climbed down the ladder of the bunk bed, only to have clothes thrown at him violently. The others were already dressed and awake.
After that whole fiasco, Team CTNE found themselves in Port's class. Port himself stood at the front of the class, looking quite pleased with himself.
"Well then! We have five new transfer students here! Please come to the front of the classroom, Team CTNE!" Port announced.
They wandered up to the front. "Introductions, please!" Port declared.
"Caught." "Evan." "Tim." "Noah."
"Hm.. and where do you hail from? Those names sound foreign.." Port asked. The rest of Team CTNE stared at Caught. Ozpin had ordered them not to say where they really came from. Caught had to improvise now.
"Classified. We can't tell you. Ozpin's orders." Caught replied. One of Port's bushy eyebrows raised in curiosity. Then he seemed to drop the thought.
"Go back to your seats, then. We also have one other transfer student, hailing from Mistral." Port ordered.
They wandered back to their seats. There was another transfer student? Ozpin informed them that they were going to be the only ones..
A charming and very good-looking man, looking to be about their age, wandered to the front.
"And what might your name be, young man?" Port inquired.
The man smiled a falsely innocent grin. "Patrick Andersen." he revealed.
Evan's blood ran cold in its veins. The image that had swirled into his head last he had heard that name was of a blood-stained, well-dressed man with a malicious smirk.. who just so happened to look exactly the same as the man who stood before them.
"I'm quite happy to be working with you all." Patrick began, his gaze lingering on Evan just a moment too long with that creepy goddamn fake-innocent grin.
The others in his team smirked and leaned in towards Evan. "Ooh, somebody's got a secret admirer.." Noah teased, whispering into Evan's right ear.
"Evan and Patrick, sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G." Caught taunted, sitting on Evan's left.
Evan was dying inside.
He didn't bring it up at therapy that night.
And he had nightmares of Patrick, slicing him to the bone,
Patrick, whispering in his ear and being generally stalkerish as fuck,
And Patrick, murdering all of his friends.
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