Interlude S: Pampered Torture
(Shawn POV)
"Again," the instructor in front of me said as he drilled me through exercise after exercise.
"Don't you think…I deserve…a break?" I asked.
"Not with you hiding off and slacking again," he said.
"But with all this training I've done to make up what I had missed, wouldn't it be considered enough?" I asked.
"If it were up to you, then it would have been hours ago, but since it is to your parents' expectations," he said, "It isn't."
"Fine then," I muttered to myself, grit and continue; that was how I learned to go through all of this.
That's how I remembered it all, everything my parents forced upon me, expecting as their only child, to take full responsibility. They wanted me to become a warrior, or huntsman seeing how I was neglectful of those studies the most in my childhood.
"I'm not getting out of my room," I said under the covers of my bed as I once again refused to start the morning with sparring.
"Shawn, come out of your room," Father said on the other side of the locked door.
"No," I stubbornly responded getting up and silently walking towards the door as my tail feathers swept behind me.
"Come out of your room now son," Father demanded.
"Or else what?" I asked.
"Come out of your room now," Father said, "I am your father and you will respect me in this house."
In a split second I opened the door which had of course opens out for some odd reason, which I slammed into his face and closed and locked it once more while shouting, "NO!" Afterwards, I ran back to my bed and dove under the covers as I heard my parents arguing outside my room.
"Look at what he did this time, now it looks like he'll never come out," Mother said.
"Well it can't be helped," Father said.
"And why not?" Mother asked sounding worried.
"You remember, my reason why he has to be destined to become a Huntsman," Father said and afterwards, only silence followed it.
All I ever wanted to know was why he pushed so hard for me to become this Huntsman I am oh-so destined to be on this high pedestal that he never seems to take his eyes off of. That wasn't what I was, but that was what Mother wanted as well. I knew back then that the tactic of opening and slamming the door in my parents faces never would work. My semblance always liked to remind me of better tactics, dismantling any training equipment with little to no noise at all, running away, or even putting a sleeping tonic in the instructor's next drink. Anything that could have seemed to be an accident that I didn't cause, but then again, my mind was so young at the time, always acting before thinking at least until I got my head out of the clouds a bit and thought more, relying more on my semblance without knowing it until coming to Beacon.
But I still want to know, what he meant by his reason. On the floor, there were six tears. ASPR, Faunus, truth, reality, secrets and mystery was in front of us from those six tears that mysteriously appeared on the floor.