Alright guys here it is, chapter 1. I really hope this turns out as well as my intro chapter did. Speaking of which, yes I did see the typos, but I didn't see them until 5 hours after I posted it. So that made me cry. Anyway I just found out that you can edit them after they have been posted so that makes me really happy so everything should be fixed now. :) Anyway enough rambling. Please sit back and enjoy the story. The adventures of Team ARMD (armed) are about to begin.

Today was a very special day. In the air was a sense of excitement coming from all the young hunters-in-training. The cause for this was that today was the first day of school at Beacon. The giant airships bringing in both new and old students filled the sky on their way to the academy on top of the cliff. First years were excited to start their training, second and third years were getting ready to return to work, and the fourth years were preparing to finish their learning and to finally become true huntsmen and huntresses. On board the airship carrying the first years there was chatter everywhere. Some people met for the first time; some were friends who were talking about the coming year with each other, hoping they would be on the same team; and some were idly twiddling their thumbs, nervous of the future.

But in one corner of the airship, where no one was standing, there sat a lone figure. Dressed in black hiking boots, black combat jeans, black fingerless leather gloves, and a blood red t-shirt under a black suede jacket with flames on the back, this boy sat in silence, his deep crimson red eyes pointed towards the ground. He unconsciously reaches behind him and clenches his hand around the stock of his trusted rifle Moeru Kage, ensuring that it was with him. Knowing his weapon was still there eased his mind a little bit of what was troubling him. No one yet knew his name, and none dared ask as they could sense the sad aura radiating from him, making them all nervous. This boy, one who was excited and enthusiastic a few days ago, is now nervous and afraid. He was not afraid of the hardships that come from being a huntsman, or the knowledge that hunters don't typically live long and that those who do are few and extremely lucky. No he was afraid of something that might seem small to others, but seemed very large for him. Fitting in. He was scared that others would view him as a freak and turn him away once they knew his name and what he could do, just as the people in his home town did. And so, the feeling dread and sadness kept people away. All except for one very energetic and bright girl.

Rachel was talking with a group of first year girls when she happened to spy the boy sitting by himself in the corner. Excusing herself she walked over to him and, still standing, leaned down, resting her hands on her knees. "Hi," she said enthusiastically. "What's your name?" Silence came from the boy, as if he didn't even notice her presence. It wasn't until Rachel waved her hand in front of the boy's face that he finally looked up, a bit startled.

The girl before him wore brown boots, brown jean shorts, and a black crop top underneath a thin orange jacket. The boy slightly blushes as he can see down her shirt a bit. But he quickly looks up into the girls eyes. "Oh h-hi. Sorry I didn't see you there," he apologized.

Rachel met his gaze with a smile. "Oh it's alright, don't worry too much about it." She took a seat next to him, her long auburn hair cascading over her shoulders. "What's your name?"

He takes a look at her and hesitantly answers. "A-abaddon. My name is Abaddon."

He was expecting the worse, for her eyes to widen and for her look at him funny. Instead it seemed that her smile only grew larger. "Wow that's a cool name! Mine's Rachel."

This left the boy stunned, and slightly warm inside as some small hope began to grow in his chest. Perhaps he was over-exaggerating. Maybe everything was going to be alright. "Thanks, you have a nice name yourself."

That causes Rachel to smile. She was about to say something else, but then she saw the large rifle on his back and her eyes widen. "Damn that's a nice weapon," she says whistling softly. "What's does it do?"

Abaddon pulls his weapon off of his back and holds it in front of him. "Well it's a sniper rifle and when I press this switch," the sniper rifle morphs into its breaker blade form. "It becomes a large sword. Plus I can still fire the gun function to accelerate my swings, or to get out of tricky situations," he says, tapping the gun barrel atop the blade. "Its name is Moeru Kage, or the Burning Shadows."

Rachel nods and holds up her gauntlets. "This is my weapon. I call it Matin Souffle, or Morning Blast." Rachel then begins to explain the features of her weapon. "You see when I pump a tiny bit of aura into my gauntlets it causes them to shoot a concentrated beam of aura infused dust from the circle. That's when I need long range attacks." She smiles a bit too maliciously for a girl like her. "But when I like to get up close and personal and do some major damage," she presses down on the circle and flaps open around her wrists. "I do that and I begin to shoot powerful shotgun blasts from my gauntlets."

Abaddon is a bit disturbed by the devilish nature of her smile, even more so by the fire fueled by the thrill of destruction, but he lets it go.

Rachel suddenly stands up and holds out her hand, "Come on we're about to land." Abaddon takes her outstretched hand and, with her help, stands up. He smiles to her and walks to the exit door, happy that he has already made a new friend.

After landing and disembarking from the airship Abaddon finally parted ways with Rachel, promising that they will see each other soon. As he walks over to the huge building he looks around him at the other first years. He sees students of all shapes and sizes around him with the same goal in mind. He even sees a young girl with a red cape who barely seems able to contain her excitement as she pulls on the long yellow haired girl with her.

Abaddon didn't pay attention to where he was going however and suddenly he falls to the floor. "Ugh what the…" He looks up and sees a cloaked man in front of him, wearing jet black combat boots and tight jeans, under the cloak little bits of a black hoodie and a black t-shirt are seen. The hooded boys jet black eyes stare into Abaddon's crimson red ones from under the fabric. The eyes appear to be emotionless to Abaddon, causing him to shiver.

"Oh s-sorry…" he stammers, standing up from the ground. "I didn't see you there. Guess I should learn not to walk when not paying attention."

The hooded figure nods. "It's alright, just don't let it happen again." The man begins to turn and leave but is stopped by Abaddon.

"Wait what's your name?"

The man turns his head. "Matthew."

"I'm Abaddon. Maybe we will have the same classes together." He says.

This pulls a slight smile from the man. "Perhaps," And he walks away, leaving Abaddon by himself.

The silence isn't held for long however as an explosion is heard from his right. Turning to look he sees a multitude of colors in a huge cloud of dust. Once the dust explosion clears he sees the red caped girl from before lying on the ground, as well as a girl wearing a white combat skirt who immediately starts scolding the red girl. Abaddon immediately realizes that the girl in white is none other than Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee Dust Company. "So even the rich want to be hunters as well? Interesting." With this knowledge in mind he leaves the scene behind him and follows everyone into the main hall.

Abaddon walked into the main hall. After looking around he saw that Matthew was sitting down with his back against a wall by himself. He decided to walk over and try to sit next to him. "Hey. Mind if I sit here with you?"

Matthew, whose head was facing to the ground, barely looked up. "Sure."

And so Abaddon took his place on Matthew's left and the pair waited together in silence for Ozpin to come out and speak to the first years. But that silence didn't last long as Rachel walks through the doors, along with a man who she is eagerly talking with. Abaddon takes note of the twin short swords hanging from his belt and his curiosity grew at their different functions. When Rachel saw Abaddon she smiled and waved to him. When he waves back Rachel grabs the hand of the boy she was talking with and leads him over to Abaddon.

"Hey there Abaddon how are you?" She asks when she comes up to him, her energetic personality still with her.

"Hi Rachel, I'm fine thanks for asking." Abaddon takes a look at the dark green eyed boy next to the energetic brawler. "Who's your friend here?"

This gets a smile from the teen. "This is Dante, he's an old childhood friend of mine. We grew up together in Mistral. We parted ways however when his parents moved here to Vale. We've kept in touch however over the years." Rachel looks up at Dante and smiles.

"Yep, and now we are going to Beacon together. I guess she couldn't stay away from my dashing good looks. She never could." Dante says, winking at the girl.

Rachel smirked at his comment and playfully punched the boy's shoulder, who feigns pain, rubbing the area that she punched. "Ouch, ok fine maybe she could. But she could never beat me in a fight that's for sure." Dante says this with a smug grin on his face.

"That was then, but this is now. Now I have a few tricks up my sleeves." Rachel said back defiantly. It is now that she takes notice of Matthew. "Hey what's your name by the way?"

When the only response is silence Abaddon sighed and decided to respond for him. "His name is Matthew. After I left you I bumped into him….quite literally actually." The boy to Abaddon's right doesn't even move, his face still hidden under his cloak. The foreboding aura he gives off gives everyone the chills.

"Ooookaaaayyy then. Well while we wait how about we….." Rachel doesn't get to finish her sentence as everyone is quieted down by the tapping of a mic. Turning to face the stage the four teens see a white haired man clothed in black and green standing in front of a microphone. That man was none other than the headmaster of Beacon, Ozpin.

When everyone quiets down Ozpin adjusts his glasses and talks into the microphone, his voice being projected across the room. "I'll...keep this brief. You have traveled here today in search of knowledge-to hone your craft and acquire new skills-and when you have finished, you plan to dedicate your life to the protection of the people. But I look amongst you, and all I see is wasted energy, in need of purpose-direction. You assume knowledge will free you of this, but your time at this school will prove that knowledge can only carry you so far. It is up to you to take the first step." Ozpin stepped away from the mic and Glynda walked up, telling all of the students to head to the ball room.

That night everyone slept in the ball room, resting and gaining energy for the events that were planned for tomorrow. But not everyone was sleeping peacefully that night. One boy, in a corner, away from everyone else, was tossing and turning in his sleep. His dreams were filled with flashbacks of his past. Nightmares. He saw the people of his home town looking down on him, calling him a freak. Ridiculed and shunned because of his name. They appeared as black shadows, shadows with wicked smiles and laughs like banshees. They circled around him as he laid on the ground, curled in a ball. Some laughed at him. Some pointed at him. Some screamed at him. They hated him and made sure he knew it.

But then, something snapped. Abaddon's eyes opened and his eyes burned with a new fire. He stood up from the ground and shouted into the air, blasting away the ghosts. But they come back, and begin laughing again. He begins to punch them and slice them in two with his sword. But they still came back, laughing at him.

Eventually he just gave up and fell to the ground, his arms heavy like lead. The shadows crawled over him and began to cover him up, slowly cutting off his light in this horrid dream.

But then, before his vision went dark, a light appeared above him. Turning his eye towards the one light illuminating the darkened sky he saw a white figure, with a hand held out to him. He reaches out for it but can't reach it, the shadows holding him back.

The white figure calls out to him, telling him to grab their hand. And, as if by some miracle, with one final push Abaddon pushes upward and grabs the illuminous figure's hand, who then pulls him up into the light and away from the darkness below.

Suddenly Abaddon woke up, sitting upright in his sleeping bag. The dream was finally over and the next day begun. He sighs and rubs his eyes with his hands.

"Just a dream Aba, just a really bad dream." He began to think back to that white figure in his dream that saved him. "I wonder who that could have been." He just shrugged and stood up to go get some food and prepare himself for the day's events. Today was the day that he would find out who his partner was going to be for the rest of his life, as well as determine the people who he would team up with.

Going to his locker to collect his things Abaddon steeled himself before he grabbed his weapon. "You can do this man." He closed his locker and, with his weapon on his back, walked towards the cliff. "Time to prove those shadows wrong."

Well that is the end of chapter one. I hope you enjoyed. I went a little into detail about the character's outfits this time, to give you guys a nice visual of what they look like. So what did you think of Abaddon's character so far? Did you enjoy the nightmare scene? He isn't a happy kid with a perfect childhood at all, but I think that it will make for some good story later on. Anyway please give me feedback and comments on what your thought and ways that I can improve. Who will be Abaddon's partner? Who will be on the team he joins? Who was the white figure? All will be revealed soon. Until next time.