A.N. So, you know how I said these chapters will be infrequent. Yeah, the real reasons they'll be coming out when they do consists of the following reasons: school work (which there isn't much left of considering summer's almost here and school's winding down), social life with friends (which doesn't really exist, because I'm a real nobody at school, much like David [considering he's extremely loosely based on aspects of my personality] but there are a few friends), going out and about (again, doesn't happen often), and the most time consuming of them all, the entirety of the internet (basically YouTube, Rooster Teeth and this website right here) and video games. Oh, and also the fact that I'm a human being who requires sleep. But other than that I have all the time in the world, so I will eliminate as many unnecessary aspects as possible and put more time into chapter planning, writing and editing. So after that massive knowledge dump of my life and excuses, onto the story. Also, I'll be switching the entire perspective of the story to a first person instead of the third person I had been using. t's simply a design change, just to make him a more centralized part. Then again, how more centralized can you get if you're the main character.
Chapter 5: A Beacon of Hope
As I shook off the last remnants of sleep I realized that the day was Sunday. I bolted upright, suddenly wide awake. 'Well, today's the day,' I told myself with a small grin on my face. Then as I turned to get out of bed, I noticed the time that the digital clock displayed. It read out 4:40 A.M. "You are joking me?!" I shouted at the clock, remembering the Bullhead was scheduled to depart at six o'clock. I rummaged through the room, grabbing my supplies for Beacon, quickly slipping into my clothes and bolting out the front door. I looked to the watch on my wrist to find the time was 5:00. I glanced over my shoulder to look at my old home one last time, then, with a large case in hand, I began to sprint through the streets.
Luckily it was early morning, the sun barely over the horizon, meaning there were very few pedestrians in the streets. I dashed through the streets as fast as my feet could carry me, skidding around corners and narrowly evading foot traffic. 'I am not going to miss that flight,' I repeated in my head thinking of the reasons to run to it. There was almost too many to even count. But no matter the reasons, I kept running. The question in my head was, 'Am I running towards a brighter future or from a terrible past? It's a combination of the two,' I realized, thinking of the good I could do for the future and the darkness of my past. I shook the thoughts from my head as I almost flew past the main entrance to the port. I skidded to a halt and realized how tired actually was. But no matter what I had to keep pushing forwards until the Bullhead's doors had sealed. Glancing at a clock I read the time out; 5:20 to the second. "Hahaha, that was fast," I humoured myself realizing that the port was three kilometres from my house. 'Well, I have some time to relax now.'
As I began making my way to where the Bullhead would be taking off, I looked over my shoulder to see a man walking a few meters behind me taking mental note of his attire. 'Black hat and jacket, check. Red tinted glasses, check. Well this I just perfect,' I thought as I realized why he was here. I kept walking until I came into a hallway. At the end, two of my follower's associates appeared at the end of the hallway, blocking the doorway out. I turned to exit, but noticed that there were two others at that end as well. So, with nothing else to do, I began to converse with them.
"Gentlemen, if you could just move, that would be greatly appreciated," I told the two at the end of the hall I had originally been headed to.
"Well, it looks like he wants me to move, isn't that funny?" one of them began joking to the other, "Because right now, I think I'll stay right here."
I grasped the bridge of my nose and began shaking my head, "Look, I have a flight need to catch, so it would save us both time if you just moved out of the way," I spoke, checking my wrist watch. 5:35 it read on the display.
"Sorry, but It appears as if your flight has been cancelled," he stated as he lunged towards me, hand clenched in a fist.
'Didn't these guys ever learn,' I thought as I dropped the case and jumped back. The first strike missed leaving the opponent bent over, back hunched. So, with swift grace, I leapt into the air, bringing my foot down onto his back, causing him to collapse to the ground, a satisfying crack breaking through the air.
His attack set the other fiends into motion. They all ganged up on me, surrounding me in an ever-shrinking triangle. I took in the surroundings, trying to find a way I could gain a slight advantage. The hallway was barren, a simple square cut-out, with a wall to one side and a window to the other. Both walls had a hand rail attached to them. So, as my thoughts raced at Mach speed through my mind, the enemies attacked. As, they threw their punches, I deftly dodged around their attacks, grabbing my luggage and punched one in the gut as I moved. They appeared confused for a split second, allowing me to kick out the injured one's legs. After getting him into a sufficient choke-hold, I yanked him back to his feet and proceeded to shuffle to my exit with hostage in tow. Surprisingly no one had yet seen the battle. "Don't do anything rash, you'll regret it," I spat out to the remaining two. I was high on adrenaline. My muscles twitched, urging me to twist the man's neck, but I held back. There was no way I'd do it. Not even to this worthless scum. So, as I backed through the door, I knocked the hostage out, grabbed a conveniently placed metal bar and slid it through the door's handles. After that I came to terms with what had just happened and collapsed to the floor.
Kneeling down, I felt the epinephrine drain from my system. I lazily looked around the room was in and was pleasantly surprised to see my intend destination. I slowly rose to my feet, dusted off my armour, grabbed my case and walked off to the Bullhead's landing pad. 'Well, looks like I made it in one piece. But those four were an unnecessary thorn I my side. Hat lengths some people will go to just to tie up a few loose ends; don't even consider myself a loose end,' I thought to myself, while a maelström of thoughts flitted through my mind, "Apparently I'm just a liability." But as my head swarmed with thoughts, I was eventually snapped out of it when I looked at my watch.
It was ten minutes till the Bullhead would take off, yet there was a small amount of people in the port and among that only a few appeared that they would be heading to Beacon. 'What in the world is going on?' I questioned no one, 'There's barely anyone here and of those that are, only a few actually look the part.' I didn't ask, thinking that I was on an early flight and that there would be more coming at a later point in the day. So, I waited out the last few minutes, then I boarded the airship.
It was like something out of a fantasy, flying through the sky in an airship, while looking out over the city's structures and looking forwards at Beacon Academy. Or at least that's what came to my mind as I gazed out of the large windows that lined the sides of the airship. The academy, as its name suggested was like a massive beacon, shining in the early morning light. It was all so scenic, causing me to regain a calm demeanour about me. But I was still extremely confused at the lack of other students, I began to conjure logical explanations in my mind to set it at ease. But there was always a slight off-putting feel to the situation, like a monster was lurking in the shadows of a brightly lit room, with me as the target. And that, I couldn't explain, because quite often, my unease, was usually for good reason.
But as the airship closed in on the academy, I could only think of the only actual person I knew at the academy; Ruby Rose, the young energetic huntress in training who I now remembered as the girl at Signal who had tried to help me in the beginning. 'Hmph, I wonder if she'll remember me, after all, she hadn't before. However, I did approach her like a complete stranger, not even remembering her until I had found the first letter that had been sent to Signal in my dresser drawer. Maybe when I show her that she'll remember me. It'll be a late reunion.' I looked forward to the meeting. But, then there was her team, who were also nice people. The whole of them seemed like good, kind-hearted individuals. Well, maybe not the ice queen, as I had begun to refer to Weiss as, ever since she had cold shouldered me at our first meeting. 'Then again, people change along with circumstances and vice versa. So, there's always hope and no matter how far you are pushed away, it follows, giving us a reason to push back.' Dad's favourite quote, supplied by himself. He was such an optimist, seeing not darkness and devastation, but a small light inside it that contained righteousness. How true that was, since it is in all of us. It's the world we lived in; the good and the evil, the two heads of one lien coin. The dark killer in us, covered in a shroud of light, threatening to break loose and rip everything to shreds, 'Or is that just me and my imagination of the world,' I reflected. But my philosophical reflection on life and its meanings was interrupted by a loudspeaker, saying that we were to arrive at Beacon shortly. 'And so, let's begin.'
A.N. So, once again, a chapter completed and David is finally at Beacon. However I am a scheming and conniving jerk who creates elaborate cliffhangers to keep you coming back to find a conclusion. Or you call me an a-hole and move on, forgetting this story in the process. But, I appreciate those who stick around and especially appreciate a member by the name of JCDisme who followed the story first, which is shocking to me that someone enjoys my work that much. So a great thanks to you my good fellow. But, also a great thanks to all of those who are reading this story. It's a first, feeble attempt at a fanficton, but then again even the greatest of individuals started somewhere. I'm not saying I'm a J. K. Rowling, but I'm getting better at writing through this. And it's an outlet to let my ideas flow from. So, thank you all for reading this. It means a lot. Now, if you have any criticism or praise for the story a good place to put it would be in a review, considering there are none. So, is the story really great or is it a disgrace. or perhaps it's just right. I'm unsure. But, as I digress I will end it here. So when the next chapter gets posted you'll know where to find me.
-TheInnerPeace signing off (not forever though)