Trailer S
"My mom once said that 'this world is a cruel place that would take everything that I cherish.' She had a good point back then. The moment I left my home, I did everything in my power to survive. But I knew I fucked up, the moment I sold my dreams for another. Fame became something I didn't like, but If you would call me your sweetheart, then maybe I'll play you a song."
Vale city streets are one of the most dangerous places at night from what I was told. The streets are filled with rival gangs that try to control any part of Vale. For the most part, if you mess with their gang then you will be on a list. Next thing you will know, your body will be waking up in a forest surrounded by Grimm. Honestly, that sounds like a story every kid would enjoy. But whatever, I'm here for more important matters.
"Hey, is Junior here?" The bouncers of the club looked at the person asking for their boss. The person in question was a young man with all-black hair who was wearing black stripe pants, a white button-down dress shirt with a black suit jacket. But his most noticeable feature was a pair of sunglasses.
"Beat it kid, the boss ain't looking to meet with anyone at this time." One of the bouncers said while the other was beginning to reach behind his back.
The young man reached inside his jacket and pulled out a card giving it to one of the bouncers. A pond examining it. The man's eyes go wide and quickly move to the side.
"What are you doing? We are not to allow any kid-" The man gets cut off by his partner and shows him the card. In response to that, he also began to move to the side to allow the young man to enter.
"Thank you. Don't worry I hope it won't take long." The young man said as he entered the nightclub. Leaving the two bouncers outside and looked back at the card that they received. The card was black but the symbol on it was a purple spider.
Entering the nightclub the smell of alcohol and loud music fills the atmosphere of the place. People dancing in the center of the club by the sound of it, typical techno music, one that he heard a lot. On the upper levels of the club, you see people drinking and dancing as well. Making his way toward the end of the club toward the bar. Passing a bunch of drunks the young man takes a seat on a stool and looks at the man behind the counter, a tall guy wearing a dress shirt and a red tie.
"So, you must be junior right?" The man in question turned around to see who was the one calling his name, and to his surprise, he saw only a young man sitting.
"Aren't you a little too young to be in a place like this?" The man asked.
"Meh, I just turned seventeen last month, technically I'm a legal adult now."
"Only legal adults here are the ones who are huntsman in training?" As he said that a group of people in black suits began to surround the young man.
"Not yet. That's why I'm here. My contact said you can help with that." The young man said as he pulled a card out and showed it to him. As Junior took the card he inspected it and to his surprise tore it up, right infront of the young man's face.
"Tell me why I shouldn't have my boys here take you to the back and put you down." Junior tried to sound intimidating but it did not affect the young man.
"Cause you are already hiding two little spiders here." He said to him and to his surprise Junior backed away, motioning his men to also back away.
Fixing his tie and serving himself a drink Junior finally relaxes. "So she told you? I'm surprised she told anyone."
"Didn't she contact you? She told me she would have. Huh? Anyway, I pay good enough Lien to get here and get something from you so I hope you can accomplish this."
"Fine let's talk business. What do you want?"
"Fake transcripts."
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"What?" Junior asked.
"I want Fake transcripts. The best that you can make them." With a simple request, Junior just looked at the young man and motioned him to follow him. Getting up from his seat the young man followed Junior to the back of the club and entered his office.
Once inside he saw Junior take a seat and motion the boy to sit as well.
"What's your name kid?" Junior asked his guest.
"Balan O-zone." The young man answers seeing Junior raise his eyebrow at this.
"Aren't you that musician?"
"Yeah, that's me. But that is mostly my stage name." Balan said nonchalantly.
"Right... Why do you need fake transcripts?"
"This year I'm planning on attending Beacon Academy. You can say this is like a dream of mine that I had for a long time now."
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It took Junior a good minute to register what the kid just said and just rubbed his head in annoyance. "Then what? Come here again and bust this place up for a good grade?"
"Not really? I'm just here to attend the school. I couldn't care less what you do here. I mean, I got my information on you by working for Lil' Miss for a short while. Do you really think I will spill the beans on everyone I work with? Ha, I would have been dead a long time ago."
"Smart kid then... So what do you really want? Why make me do this for you?"
Balan just looked at Junior and took off his sunglasses, to his surprise Junior didn't comment on what he saw, he just kept quiet.
"I want to prove to someone that they were wrong. For five years I had to learn to survive on my own and I had to sell my songs to others just to get my next meal. For five years I did everything in my power to stay hidden from this person. And now that I'm at the age to enter an Academy I can finally stop hiding. Cause there is nothing that person can do to bring me back. I know you couldn't care less about me. But I can promise you this. If you help me with this I can make it worth your wild." As Balan finishes he puts his sunglasses on and leans back in his chair waiting for Junior's response.
Junior simply sits there looking at the young man. Deciding if he should help him or not. "It's going to cost a lot."
"Money is no issue. I got enough. But I can also find someone else that can give me a good deal as well. I think his name was Roman. So it's up to you, my money now or I walk."
Junior gets up from his seat and walks towards a window to look outside of the night sky of Vale. He sees people entering and leaving his nightclub like sheep all following a road.
"Two things. I'm going to need from you." Junior tells the kid. "One, you never cross this line. If you get caught then that's on you. I'll make them the most realistic Transcripts that you have ever seen." The young man nods at this.
"And the other?"
"I'm going to need your name. I don't think having the name Balan O-zone will cut it." Junior said as he turned to the kid and saw him stand up.
"Fine. How long will it take?"
"In about the end of the month. I'll have your transcripts ready before the school year starts."
With a nod, Balan reaches into his jacket to pull out an envelope and places it on Junior's table. "This is about 3k of Lien. That's what Lil' Miss said it would cost. If it's more than once you finish I pay you the rest."
Junior walks up to his table, grabs the envelope and places it inside his own vest. "Will see. So your name?"
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"Call me... Seth... Seth Erihppas."
A/N: And we are done with the Trailers... Up next is Chapter One. Next Year!