So... 247 views in the first day of release... well that was unexpected...
To be honest I have another fanfiction that I released 2 months ago...
...and this story reached 2/3rds of the views of that story... in a day...
WHY DOES THE WORLD NEVER MAKE SENSE!
*Suddenly the floor turns to acid*
WHY!
Naughtbeast
Chapter 4:
Demon was standing at the door of his new 'room' given to him the Ozpin… and was frankly depressed. It was the most boring room in the world… or any world he had been in for that matter… and the other problem was that he would have to share it with the other two… which also meant he had to wear his helmet 24/7.
Just great…
"Is there not another place I could stay?... a janitor's closet maybe?" he questioned to Mrs Goodwich who was standing next to him at the door.
"That would violate the child safety laws… and I'm sure you would just love to stay in a room with two lovely women such as them…"
He groaned before walking inside and falling down on a bed face first. The other two had chosen the two furthest to the left so he chose the one furthest to the right, leaving a bed-barrier in between them.
"If you need anything else just call on your scroll, there are three on the desk over there… I figured the robot didn't need one… in two days' class will begin, so make yourselves comfortable… and try not to go into town… or carry your weapons…" said Mrs Goodwich before she turned sharply and walked off down the corridor.
As she left, Rosaline walked over and prodded his shoulder.
"What?" he mumbled, though his voice was muffled by his mask and the sheets.
"Well… I was wondering… I've only passed basic training… and I have never been in a real fight… so I was wondering if you could teach me how to fight properly…"
He turned over and looked up to her, a face of pleading looking at the Demon.
"You know… sure… I've got nothing better to do… and it won't do us any good if you can't shoot"
She smiled widely before grabbing his arm and began dragging him towards the door.
"What are you doing?"
"Going to practice… this 'scroll' here tells me that the practice area is just a few minutes away… so we're starting now!"
He pulled his arm out of her grip and stopped in the doorway.
"Ok… just one second" He turned to Sid, "Sid… give me the pack and after that, sit in a corner and recharge."
"Yes sir" replied the spectre as it un-shouldered its pack and walked off to a wall, stood facing the inside of the room, before his optics turned grey and his head slumped down, indicating his recharge protocols.
"Why do you need the pack?" questioned Kira as she was sitting on her bed, tapping on the screen of her scroll.
Instead of replying he reached into the pack and pulled out a shotgun.
"Seriously?... you packed every gun you have didn't you?"
"No… only the important ones… the rest are back in that big box in the forest…"
I'm going to have to get that at one point…
He turned back to Rosaline and gestured for her to lead the way, with which she happily obliged. They made their way out of the building and began walking off towards the training area… that was until their walk was rudely interrupted. As they were walking and a male student in uniform bumped into Demon, looked at him for a second, then tried to run off again. Demon simply grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him back so he could see his face…
"What was that for?"
He looked confused before pointing back towards what looked to be the cafeteria…
"Massive fight!... got to run before anyone gets hurt!" He blurted before twisting out of his grip and running off in the opposite direction. Before Demon could call for a better explanation, a massive group of students all running out of the cafeteria. Demon just regarded it with a raised eyebrow before walking off to the training area.
"Where are you going?" called Rosaline as she jogged to catch up to him.
"These people are trained to fight monsters… I'm sure they can handle it."
As he said that he turned back to hear a massive BOOM emanate from the dining hall and a large yellow person being flung up high into the sky.
With a groan, he turned and began sprinting towards the hall.
You have got to be kidding me! How did she even get that high?
"Activate Ballistic trajectory route for that object" He prompted to his small helmet AI. A blue trail appeared through the air and showed that she would land somewhere inside the hall. He activated his stim and he began blazing across the courtyard even faster, yellow dashes blurring the edges of his vision. He saw the doors of the cafeteria were made of glass, as well as there being two students who were casually walking towards them.
Wait!... is that a monkey tail?
With a quick wave, and a few bemused looks from the students, he smashed through the glass that blocked his way, making his way in.
Doors are overrated…
As he ran in he took a quick second to address the situation… and something definitely seemed wrong. The tables were perfect, the walls were perfect… everything was perfect, save for the students standing guiltily in the middle of the room with Mrs Goodwich and Ozpin standing with them.
Well then… no war… but still got to save that girl.
As they all turned to see this new intruder, the look they gave would make surprised seem like an understatement. Focusing on the mission he looked up to see that he had about 5 seconds before she impacted the ground and redecorated it red. As they all just stared on in silence, he sprinted straight to the wall, clambered up about 4 metres due to his speed (and parkour kit), then jumped back and twisted mid-air so he was facing the ceiling. As his momentum carried him back to the centre of the room, the girl slammed through the ceiling and crashed into his open arms.
Well, that went better than expected… He remembered where he was… Oh… great…
With the momentum from the girl coming down at terminal velocity and from jumping off a wall, he was pulled to the ground and skidded about 30 metres, sparks flying off his armour as it scratched the floor, before crashing into a table.
SCREW YOU GRAVITY! He thought as he felt the rush of the stims wear off and the full pain of his situation set in. As he opened his eyes he saw that the blonde was at least fine and seemed to be fine… the complete opposite of his situation. His legs felt like he had just challenged a Titan to a fist-fight… and lost badly…
The blonde came round, found that she was sitting in the arms of the weird dude from earlier that day, and quickly jumped up.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!"
Demon slowly pulled himself up, hearing his bones crack back into place, and then just turned to the girl he had just saved.
"DO ANY OF YOU KNOW HOW TO SAY THANK YOU!... seriously… I saved your sister… NOPE, not enough to get thanks… I SAVE YOU!... NO, not even that is enough! Seriously!"
"I could have survived that!" she retorted…
"Sure, sure… and I'm a pony… If any of you actually want to thank me for anything I've done" He stated as he walked back towards the door. Rosaline slowly opened the already broken door, a look of confusion crossing her face, much like everyone else in the room.
"What the?"
"Come on… we're leaving" said Demon as he grabbed her by the shoulder and began to walk to the practice room again. After a few minutes of uninterrupted walking, they finally made it to the training room. It was no bigger than the one they had back on the Silent Prayer but it was certainly better. To the left was every possible exercise machine in existence as well as punching bags and a boxing ring, while on the right there was a fully-functioning AR simulator and firing range.
"So where do we start?" questioned Rosaline as her eyes glanced over the training room with eyes that spoke of awe.
"Well... first of all… firing drills" said Demon before walking over to the range.
Rosaline groaned as she followed him, dreading what would come next.
1 hour later…
"When will this end" she pleaded as she began the firing drill for the hundredth time.
"When you can actually hit the target accurately." He said casually as he sat off to the side.
She had been working with the carbine he had given him… and her shooting would shame even what the worst of the Militia had to offer. Calling it crap was an understatement. In the beginning, she had just switched it to full-auto and tried to hit a single target from 20 metres away… and failed miserably. About 10% of the shots managed to hit. He had then instructed her on the correct method for aiming… and she got a bit better, about 25% this time. He then switched it to semi-auto and her aim improved even more. After the hour her aim had gotten significantly better… about 75% now.
"I doubt you can even hit this!" she shouted as her clip went dry for another time.
"Is that a bet?"
"YES… it's bloody impossible"
"Ok then… what are the stakes?"
"Stakes?"
"Yes… if I can't beat your hit percentage… I'll take my helmet off."
"Seriously… I can just see you without it when we go to sleep tonight?"
"Rosaline… you might not know about me because you're not Militia… but no-one… and I mean no-one has seen my face… anyone who has is dead now…
She stood there for a second with a shocked look on her face.
"Don't make me say it again… what do I get?" he said, trying to break the silence.
"Ummm… I don't know what I can offer against that… but I can give you… Ummm… this!" she said as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a small chocolate bar.
Demon's mouth watered… it had been years since he had eaten the delicious delicacy known as chocolate. When you're in the middle of a war in the furthest reaches of space… you don't really get given chocolate. The closest thing they had to real food was whatever alien meat they could scavenge… and the crap they call coffee.
"DEAL!"
She handed him the carbine she had been using and he walked up to the range, slipping in a fresh clip, the satisfactory 'click' of a bullet chambering brought a smile to his face.
"Wait!... I heard that pilots have an aim assist system thingy… turn that off." She commanded, while pointing a finger at Demon.
"Disable targeting assist system," said Demon to his AI, turning the light grey reticule off on his HUD.
"Happy?" he said, turning his head to Rosaline.
"Fine… go ahead."
He smiled, turned the carbine to full-auto and let rip with the rounds, cutting through the clip in about 2 seconds. As the sound died down Rosaline walked up and called for the target to come forward to check it.
"HA! YOU MISSED EVERY SHOT!" she remarked while pointing at the 20m target, which was surprisingly devoid of bullet holes.
Without answering he walked over and pressed a few buttons on the command console. After a couple of seconds, the 100m target came forward for viewing. As Rosaline saw the target her jaw dropped, literally and figuratively.
"NO!... that's total BS!" she remarked.
"I believe that you owe me a chocolate bar," he said while smiling behind his helmet.
She slowly held up the chocolate bar as a per the bet… as she was beating by miles. In the 100m target were 24 bullet holes… all within the bull's eye. Demon held up his prize before carefully unwrapping it and moving to eat it.
"Ha! I get to see you without a mask anyway!" Rosaline said as she saw Demon unwrap the bar.
He smiled as he unlocked the lower portion of his helmet, revealing his mouth.
"That's cheating," she said while crossing her arms, Demon chewing on the delicious chocolaty goodness. When he finished he licked his lips to get the last bits of the chocolate… before putting another clip into the carbine, putting the safety on, and shoving it back in the backpack he had brought. He fumbled around in there for a bit before pulling out a strange looking pistol.
"Now should I assume that you have no idea what this is?" he said while holding the pistol out to her.
"Ummm… yes?"
"Ok then… this is the Smart Pistol MK5… the cheat way to win a war…"
"Cheat?"
"Put these on…" he said while holding out a pair of strange sunglasses out to her. As she put them on, a strange blue tinge coated her vision and the words 'booting up' came into focus before a progress bar appeared. When it finished a single dot appeared in her vision and the words 'no weapon detected' were shown at the bottom. Before she could answer he shoved the pistol into her hands and they went away. In the bottom right, a small representation of the pistol appeared as well as a small ammo counter.
"Now… walk up to the range… wait for it to turn red… then pull the trigger."
Without even bothering to ask another question she walked up and casually aimed the pistol down-range while Demon set 5 targets to 20 metres. To her amazement, small lines appeared from the end of the pistol and traced themselves to the targets. Three small hexagons appeared around each target, and in less than a second they came together to a single, blaring red, hexagon around the target. After she recovered from the initial shock she pulled the trigger… and what happened next she could only explain as magic. Without even aiming, the gun fired 5 times, and 5 bullet holes appeared in the centre of every target.
"What… how…?"
Demon walked over and handed a couple more mags to her.
"It's yours now… just point it at whatever you think is a target… and it'll automatically lock-on and estimate the amount of shots needed to take it down."
She stared at him for a minute before making it very obvious about how she felt.
"YOU COULD HAVE OPENED WITH THAT! YOU ASSHOLE!"
"Yea… could have… but then I wouldn't have been able to make you do drills for over an hour…" He smirked while walking off towards the door.
"PIECE OF S…"
He heard as he slammed the door behind him… and then walked off towards his room… at least there he could get some rest…
