Chapter 1

Bored. That's what he felt while walking down the streets in the middle of the night. There was absolutely nothing to do and nowhere special to go. He just walked aimlessly while making sure he didn't bump into anyone by mistake. Though, if he did he would quickly apologize and keep walking.

To everyone he was just a seventeen-year-old boy wandering the streets of Vale. Most of the time he just wanted to be left alone so he could enjoy the sights and sounds of the city. Sadly, his looks got the attention of many people, mostly girls his age, whether he liked it or not. He was 6.2 ft. tall, had well-kept jet black hair, and eyes as blue as the ocean. He wore a navy-blue t-shirt with matching pants and light blue sneakers. Over all of that he wore a black, long-sleeved trench coat that reached down to the back of his knees.

He decided to walk down the alleys to avoid attention from anyone that would either follow him for his good looks or for what he could have in his pockets. He wasn't worried about being attacked in any way though. He could defend himself from anyone who would try to rob him.

He was about to turn a corner when he saw five suspicious looking men enter a shop named From Dust Till Dawn. One of them looked familiar to him so he decided to follow them from a distance. However, when he got within a few feet of the store he saw a what looked like a red and black blur fly through the window and land on the pavement.

What he saw surprised him to no end. It was a girl two years younger than him taking on a bunch of criminals. He was going to help her when he saw her grab something from the back of her belt and pressed a button turning it into a scythe almost twice the size of her body. This left him speechless. How could someone so young use a weapon so big? Then again, he has seen other people use bigger.

"Okay." Said a shocked voice that caught his attention. Turning he saw the leader of these thieves and gave an aggravated sigh. Roman Torchwick, most famous criminal in all of Vale. He had crossed paths with him before on many occasions. He didn't mind the attire, the white tux, black gloves, even the cane looked stylish. The biggest problem he had with him was his tendency to cause havoc and the bowler hat on his head it totally ruined the look, as well as smoking a cigar.

Don't you know that stuff will kill you, Torchwick? The boy thought to himself.

"Get her." Roman finally said after five seconds of his men stalling. They rushed to get the girl but failed due to her beating them in fifteen seconds flat. The stranger was greatly impressed to see someone so young beat such big men in so little time. However, Roman's annoying voice brought him out of his amazement.

"You were worth every cent, truly you were." He said to one of the unconscious men, then pulled the cigar out of his mouth, crushed it on the ground and continued to speak. "Well Red, I think we can all say it's been an eventful evening."

Hearing sirens in the distance Torchwick knew he had to get away and fast.

"And as much as I love to stick around," he continued while pointing his cane at the girl and revealing it to be a hidden gun "I'm afraid this is where we part ways."

Firing a bullet, he made a quick run for it. The little scythe wielder was planning on dodging the blast when another blew that bullet into a different direction away from its intended target. Turning she saw a strange boy chasing after Torchwick up a ladder on a building.

"You okay if I go after them?" she asked the store keeper. He gave a quick yes of approval, showing he was OK, and she charged after them. She wanted to question the boy but settled her sights on catching Torchwick first since he was the one getting away. Using her scythe/gun as a pogo stick she quickly gained the lead and landed a few feet behind Torchwick.

"Hey!" she shouted to get his attention. It worked because he stopped just at the edge of the building.

"Persistent." He growled hearing her from behind. Hearing another voice, that was all too familiar to him, brought him from anger to surprise.

"TORCHWICK!" the boy shouted coming up right next to the girl, with a gun pointed at Torchwick. Turning around the thief saw who it was and gave an annoyed look.

"You again." He said "Why can't you just leave me alone?"

"Sorry, my good man," the boy said in a sarcastic matter "but I can't just let you get away like the last few times after I stopped you."

The girl gave a surprised look. The boy was chasing after Torchwick to catch him. What was he? An undercover cop? A detective? Or maybe a huntsman in training? Her questions came to a halt, however, when an airship came right behind Torchwick. The thief got into the craft and looked at them while pulling a crystal from his pocket.

"END OF THE LINE RED!" he shouted while throwing the crystal "AND YOU TOO COINSATRIEN!"

This brought an angry growl from the boy but that quickly became concern. When he saw, the crystal drop at his and the girl's feet he got a bad feeling about what Torchwick was going to do. That fear just intensified when the thief pointed his cane at them. Seeing only one option, the boy put himself in front of the scythe wielder just as the bullet hit the crystal. This caused a large explosion, which sent him flying into an air vent, head first, knocking him unconscious.

All he could feel was pain, mainly at his head. Waking up, he slowly got into a sitting position and when his eyesight was no longer blurry took a good look at his surroundings. He was in a room that looked like it belonged to a hospital. It was light colored, had doctor's equipment on one wall, and a curtain around where he was laying which was obviously a bed.

Yep, he thought to himself, I am in a hospital.

The sound of a door opening brought him out of his thoughts. Expecting a doctor, what he got was surprising. A woman who looked to be in her thirties came into the room with what looked like a see-through tablet. She had blond hair that was tied up into a bun, wore glasses, wore a white and black blouse with a purple cape attached that looked like it need some work done, and black jeans with high heeled shoes the same color.

"How are you feeling?" she asked while not taking her eyes off the tablet.

"Like a freight-train hit me." The boy answered while rubbing where his head hurt most (which was the back).

"I'm surprised you didn't get burned in that explosion. How is that possible?"

"Forgive me for answering your question with a question, but who are you?"

This caused the woman to look up from her tablet at the boy. Her face supported an annoyed look as if he questioned authority which technically he did.

"My name is Glynda Goodwitch." She answered sternly.

"So, you're not the doctor." He said in a matter of fact voice getting him an angered look from the woman that made him shiver.

"I think that is enough Glynda." Said a new voice. This caused them both to look at the entrance. A man walked into the room. He had white hair, wore a suit that was all different colors of green, and had glasses. In his left was a coffee mug while in his right was a cane. The trait that caught the boys interest though was his white hair.

Funny, he thought, he doesn't look old. He looks to be in either his late thirties or early forties.

"It is good to see you fully recovered young man." Said the new comer while taking a sip from his coffee mug.

"I wouldn't say fully recovered." The boy answered while rubbing where his head hurt. Then he remembered something important that made him nearly shout at the top of his lungs.

"Is the girl okay?!" he said.

"What girl?" Glynda asked.

"The girl who followed me when I was chasing Torchwick! Is she alright?! Is she hurt?!"

"You mean Miss Rose. Calm down young man." Said the man "She's perfectly fine. In fact, she will be attending my school very soon."

The boy gave out a sigh of relief. Then something hit him. The just said 'his school.' Did that mean he was the principle?

"I'm sorry, who are you?" he asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry for not introducing myself." The man answered "I am Professor Ozpin of Beacon Academy."

"Okay, Professor Ozpin, why did you come to see me? I doubt it was to check on my health."

"Quite true, I came to invite you to attend Beacon."

To say the boy was surprised was an understatement. He was completely speechless. This man, Professor Ozpin, had invited him to attend his school. Naturally he would accept since he wished to further his education, but there was one question he had to ask.

"Why?"

"Why?" replied Ozpin "I believe that any person who would throw themselves in harm's way for a stranger, deserves a place in my school. Also, I believe that with the right training and education you will become a great huntsman and save many lives."

The boy looked the other way and pondered on his answer. Ozpin was very honest in the way he spoke. It gave him a feeling that he could trust the man. After ten seconds of thinking he turned back and gave his answer.

"I'll attend your school."

"Excellent." Replied Ozpin "Once you have a clean bill of health I will have someone pick you up and take you to Beacon."

"Thank you. Miss Goodwitch," the boy said getting the woman's attention "Sorry about the way I talked to you earlier. I didn't know if you could be trusted. I had a lot of people try to kill me in the past, sometimes in my sleep."

"Apology accepted." Glynda replied with the same neutral look.

"All right Glynda," Ozpin spoke "let's go. I'm sure our friend here would like to rest."

Both adults turned and started to leave the room. When they reached the door, however, Ozpin stopped in his tracks which caused Glynda to stop as well. The boy wondered why when Ozpin turned around and so did Miss Goodwitch with her tablet on what looked like a recorder.

"Forgive me," said Ozpin "but I never got your name. I'll need it so that I can register you at Beacon."

"Oh, sorry." The boy replied.

"Just speak your name into the scroll," Glynda said while handing him her tablet which he now figured was called a 'scroll' "and we will do the rest."

Taking the scroll in his hands, spoke his name into the microphone.

"Theodore Constantine."