Pancakes and Bad Wake ups

"Welcome to a world of new solutions. Welcome to a world of bloody evolution."

The forrest stirred fluidly. The moon hung high over it. Full its influence reached more than mortal creatures. Marcus walked under its silvery rays. He stopped frequently, pressing on trying not to delay.

The path was wet and mossy. Where was it going. He had lost control of his legs. Where they took him was a mystery. Its final destination was lost in history.

Was this a dream. It seemed like one. He tried to speak. Nothing fainter than a squeak could be perceived. When he looked down at his hands, his vision blurred and he couldn't believe.

Matter of fact it was all that could be heard. Everything was silent. No crickets chirped, no birds sang their fruitful songs. Not even the rustling of leaves as a gentle breeze brushed by them.

Like a bad memory. It flood inwards. The outline began to form. Its details so pure. Yet everything he knew about it was just from a glance.

He walked closer towards the house. It was a simple cottage nothing over the top. It was just an ordinary house supported by walls of wood and sheltered by a roof of straw.

The door creaked open. It was to dark inside, the shadows of the house clung to him, making it impossible to see. His eyes couldn't penetrate the darkness. A deep throaty growl emanated from the pitch black. It originated in every direction. Bouncing off the trees and into his mind. It was the growl of a rabid animal. He would have to put it down. He readied his lance without a moments hesitation. And he stepped inside.

"It's morning! It's morning! It's morning! Iiiiiiiit's morning!" A girl with pink hair sung waking up more than the intended target.

Marcus was sweating heavily, it was cold against his spine sending shivers throughout his body. He took deep shallow breaths to calm himself down. He looked down and saw the sleeping Weiss whose gentle breath tickled the exposed skin on his chest. He would have to wait. Waking such a gentle picture was criminal.

Jason's internal clock forced his eyes open. Jason being the morning person he is, full of energy during the time 5 am to 12 pm, after that… Well he's still scary. Angus on the other hand was not a morning person.

Lavender was dragged off to the dining hall by Ruby and Yang her, head still half asleep; was flailing behind as she was pulled by the wonder sisters. Jason bursting with energy grabbing the barely conscious Angus swinging him over his shoulder like a rag doll running to the dining hall at almost full pelt. Angus felt the skin on his face flap around as Jason broke the sound barrier.

Weiss gradually awoke she stretched so quickly her clenched fist collided with something hard.

"Ow!" Marcus recoiled a little amount of blood splattered from his nose. She had sucker punched him hard in the face. Marcus felt the reaction nearly instantly. His face contorted features becoming sharper. Fur growing lightly on the sides of face. He quickly covered it with a pillow.

"Oh. I better go and get ready. Don't want to be late." Weiss jumped up running for the dining hall never turning back to face him. Thank god. He growled in rage he squeezed his fingers into his sweaty palms, blood dripped from inside the tight grip.

"Stay calm, it'll fade." He reassured himself he pulled the sharpened nails from his palm with a sickly flow of red. The skin sealing over almost instantly. He griped his hand around the broken nose. With one rapid yank. It snapped back into position.

Her head remained bowed she carefully chewed at her pancakes, people bustled all around her. The group of people she sat with acknowledged her but didn't talk to her, the perks of sitting with random people. Her black hair stopped short of her shoulders, headphones wore loosely over her neck, an unknown hypnotic beat resonated from within. The words on her shirt "Catch me if you can!" was stained brown with maple syrup. Prompting her try and clean it off with a paper towel.

"Hey do any of you guys know about this talk about teams?"

"No."

"Nope."

"Not really."

"Teams. Teams of four. Two partnerships formed to create the team. Led by one person in particular or the leader. Chosen usually from acts of leading others in times of someone to step up." Sakura exclaimed softly, so softly nobody heard her. She huffed before shoving one whole pancake into her mouth.

Jason was salivating, foaming at the mouth. His face flung so fast into the plate, splatter from the brown amber went in all directions. Angus looked at his pancakes then gave them to Jason, who held the plate high above his head. His mouth opened and he swallowed them whole.

"you ohkay durd?" Jason munched on his pancakes bits of batter flying onto the half conscious Orlesian.

"Give me a few minutes. I'll be ready in a few minutes." Angus yawned unaware that he had just repeated himself. Angus struggled to keep his eyes open, then the inevitable happened he fell asleep, face slamming into another persons pancakes. His eyes swung wide open he sat up and brushed his face off.

"Why would you do that?!" A girl with yellow hair was clearly aggravated she dropped her plate raising her hands to strike him.

"I'm sorry, I just keep falling sleep." The sleep in Angus' eyes was drab and dreary, he barely even looked lucid enough to form words. Making Amber lower her hand. She smiled as a 'different' approach came to mind.

"What you need is something to harden your morning." She smirked. She got close to Angus the taste of her breath was sweet, like wild cherries. Her hand snaked around his head. "I know what you need?" She whispered in his ear, her voice was intoxicating making him feel woozy. Her hand gently stroked the back of his head, making his self control do summersaults.

"I know what I want, madam." Angus' voice was so hoarse she wouldn't have heard it if she wasn't so close. He could barely get his breathing right. She lightly pushed him against the eating desk. In an ant agonizingly slow speed she licked her lips, Angus parted his own. Sharp agonizing pain was the next thing he felt. Her hand had grasped a full batch of his hair. Yanking it down with surprising strength.

"You touch anything remotely owned by me. I'll give you a bald patch so bad it could fit the whole of the Vale inside of it." Angus tried to nod but her fierce grip retained control. Reluctantly she let him go. Strolling off with pristine grace.

Vincent Riordan. The foreign entity who was a king in his old country. Strutted the halls as if he owned them. Knowing full well that if he had his wealth. He could own them.

"Hey Pirate!" Vincent didn't respond he knew what this guy was going to do it wasn't a new thing. Generic ass hole finds it necessary to accuse him of crimes, just because of the way he was dressed.

"Hey you look at me when I'm talking to you dip shiiii...~" Vincent stopped. In a split second as if time had slowed down. He drew Kingian it slowly began taking its shape. He threw the trident before it had gained full form it sailed through the air constructing itself along the way. It impaled the guys clothes against the concrete wall, embedding itself deep within the hard stone. Vincent looked pleased with himself a clean toss. He took slow steps examining his throwing arm, carful not to pull anything he might need later today.

"You know what they called me back in Dorne? It was a theatric name but it was a name no the least. It bared character, luxurious and ever so mysterious. They called me the Red Scorpion. Remember this, I've keelhauled men for lesser reasons then this." Vincent's dead serious threat filled his golden eyes. He pulled the trident out of the concrete with relative ease. Taking real muscle and strength to accomplish.

Edward opened his locker, inside lay his hammer the Forge Master. He retrieved the bulky black hammer, it was huge but it fit.

"I'm over here my sweet Grimm, your prince of Justice and genocide has something to say: Gone is the day of mercy and the age of gods and leniency is far far away. We are fighters of the middle path, the second act to a bloody play, And I will win best supporting actor." His eyes burned. He felt the blood pump through his head, filling his mind with an unsystematic mess of sweet sweet revenge. His eyes were deep black with veins bulging from around them. He blinked a few times and the veins receded, his eyes went back to their original shade.

Marcus was at his locker the cotton bud plugged his nose which hadn't stopped bleeding since that very morning, where he was forced to fix it. A girl with long red hair and emerald eyes opened the locker next to him. He didn't really look at her, but through his peripheral vision she looked oddly familiar.

"Hi." Marcus greeted her without actually taking a look at his locker neighbor. Her eyes looked over him, his figure sparking her memory.

"Marcus?" The girl looked at him. He turned to face the familiar voice. If it was her this was going to get awkward fast. Once he looked over the goddess that stood before him he sighed.

"Pyrrha, whats it been two years?" He looked to her locker it just had Milo and Akuo. Marcus took out his gauntlets putting them on. Clenching the heavy metal as it weighed his arms down. Despite his weapons folding to fill them. They still weighed a couple bricks and a half.

"Something like that." Pyrrha retrieved her sword and shield combo, beautifully carved weapons he always was amazed every single time he saw them.

"So, Pyrrha, have you given any thought to whose team you'd like to be on? I'm sure everyone must be eager to unite with such a strong, well-known individual such as yourself!" Weiss made her self known from behind him. Marcus sighed,

"Of course someone wanted to kiss Pyrrha's ass early. Teaming up with her would be a guaranteed A* she had the skill the brains the beauty...~!" He stopped his thoughts before he rehashed ancient history.

"Hmm... I'm not quite sure. I was planning on letting the chips fall where they may." Pyrrha responded in a nonchalant tone as if the idea of picking teams was as simple as that. Marcus liked that about her. She was just so... down to earth.

"Well... I was thinking maybe we could be on a team together?" Weiss hinted with an evil tone, there was something diabolical going on in that princess brain of hers.

"Well, that sounds grand!" Pyrrha exclaimed rather loudly. Marcus ear twitched from the high pitch exclamation.

"Great!" Weiss adopted a scheming pose and manic smile, in her head. Thinking to herself.

"This will be perfect! The smartest girl in class combined with the strongest girl in class! Together we will be unstoppable! I can see it now! We'll be popular! We'll be celebrities! We'll get perfect grades! Nothing can come between us now!"

"Weiss, Pyrrha. Why. Am I. Not surprised." A voice so slow and smooth, that Marcus felt his spine shudder as his voice wormed its way into the conversation.

"E-Edward." Weiss stuttered, she moved back a bit getting closer towards Marcus and Pyrrha.

"Yes! E-Edward. Your fear fills my heart with joy known only to the simplest of men. What of you Pyrrha. Reactions, reactions. Like my hammer striking the cold dead flesh, of a freshly killed corpse. Ever so tempted to rip of a piece and tas...~"

"Thats enough Edward!" Pyrrha gripped her sword carefully aiming it at the snow skinned character.

"I-I-Is it Pyrrha! I feel the need to strangle new born Ursa cubs whenever I see you. To make their whimpering screams become the only audible thing for miles. I won't kill them. No not yet. For they don't deserve an early. Death, they beg for something... slower." His laugh was sickly and sounded frail but they bared powerful malice yet his words made him even more sinister.

"Do we have a problem here." Marcus stepped between the girls and Edward. Shoving him back lightly, Marcus barred his teeth on reflex at the threatening figure. Who simply laughed at the much bigger mans advance.

"The princess and the bitch. Looks like you've already found a new guard dog. He's a skinny one if I do say so myself. Doesn't look like much. Surely your father could have afforded better Weiss. I could probably rip this one in two with one arm tied behind my back." Marcus laughed at the guys exclamation, he'd seen the type before.

"I know who you are."

"Really! Weiss tell you about me already?"

"No. Your just some guy who is soon going to to have my lance shoved up his ass hole." Marcus whipped his right arm downwards the lance elongated ramming into the floor. The tip scrapping against the floor, as Marcus pressed it lightly against Edwards leg. "Now are you going to leave first, or am I going to have to get creative." Marcus added the final touches with a cocksure grin.

"Not bad. Not bad Doggy. In another life I would have liked you. You've got…. moxie! A little spunk is rare around these parts. However you've allied yourself with two unsavory figures, and for that I could never be your friend. Next time you draw your weapon on me, expect me to… get creative…." His steps were slow with his back turned against them slowly waving goodbye.

"My god I think I just pissed myself." Marcus sighed falling back against the lockers with a thud. His lance slowly began to retract into its 'sheathed' state. Electricity crackling between the two knuckles jumping between his body. Weiss and Pyrrha were silent. Nothing left to discuss. Only what to do next.

"Rise Gillvus."

A large teenager covered head to toe in green armor. Stood proudly. Grasping the bloodied axe. Using his other hand to hold the now dead Goats head to his heart he was ready to make his oaths.

"Do you swear to stay true to our ideals, carry out the revenge of our people on the Humans who wronged us."

"I do." He responded, holding his hand to his heart.

"Then for the glory of our King and all he is named. Will you Gillvus first born of Igneal. Carry out your first mission."

"For the Glory and Prosperity of our Kingdom." He ended his salute. Fire vented from his mouth. He felt it trickle down his throat. Fire was cold in his mouth. His forked tongue flicked out over his teeth, licking his lips in anticipation.

"Your first mission. To travel to the Kingdom of the Vale and scout out all the possible weakness' we can exploit for our invasion army to exploit."

"For the glory of King Igneal, I will go forth and commence this great undertaking." Gillvus turned strutting towards the door. He body was engulfed in bright lights. As the shimmers and glimmers died like the embers of an extinguished flame. His glowing wings spread. Taking flight he headed straight for the Humans who had oppressed his people. The wrath of a scorned race was behind him. They were marching ready for vengeance. Only utter annihilation of the Humans of the Vale would suffice. No prisoners, only casualties.