A/N: I'm re-writing these chapters because I believe that they can be told better. There isn't a definite schedule so I will only upload these whenever I have writer's block or I want to take a break from writing Volume 2. Don't worry, I'll still be working on it. This is just a side project.

Oh, and also, I made one slight(but important) change to Washington.

I replaced the gray baseball-cap with a gray military-cap. Ya know...cause it's fitting.

Que: RVB OST- Hostile Merger

War. Is inevitable.

It is a sad truth but it is part of our nature to create conflict, whether it be by circumstance….or intentional. Some may say that it is possible to avoid it or rid ourselves of war as if it were a disease. And they are not ENTIRELY wrong. When we band together, the world and it's people can put an end to pointless bloodshed. With those very hands, we can create a time of peace that can last for days, months, and even centuries. Yet no matter how many years pass, we can never free ourselves from conflict. We can only do what we can to prolong this era of prosperity. But, it will only delay a more violent reaction.

Like it is said in the oldest of fairy tales, "The times change with the seasons".

Thus, a new war is coming.

But I do not fear whether that the armies we prepared, the huntsmen we have trained, and even our guardians will be able to restore hope. But rather, will their minds and hearts be able to endure the dread and repercussions that come with it. If they are able to see this through to the end….without losing themselves to the flames.

How can you prevent the corruption of the most honest of souls?

"Perhaps, you find a soul that is already broken."

End: RVB OST- Hostile Merger

I can feel the metal rumble underneath my gray sneakers as I flew closer to my destination. Most of the passengers don't notice my presence, but those that do, give me strange looks before deciding to ignore me. That's fine with me since I rather prefer to be by myself. Especially in my current condition.

A computer voice announces, "Your attention please! We will be arriving at Beacon Academy shortly. Please gather your personal items and exit in an orderly fashion."

I sighed with relief when I finally arrived at my destination. After waiting through a twelve-hour flight across an ocean, three hours riding in a very slow taxi, and now another flight that took me two; needles to say, being jetlagged doesn't even come close. The doors to the airship open and the people begin to file out excitedly. I remained in the same spot waiting until I was the last person on board. When that finally happened, I adjusted the gray-military cap on my head and my dark-orange oakleys before grabbing my duffelbag.

A tower with glowing lights is what greets me when I step outside. Beacon, an academy to train the world's newest generation of huntsmen against the Grimm. I expected it to be like some sort of military academy. But the place looks like some sort of castle from a kid's novel. I looked over what was supposed to be my new "home" for next four years. I couldn't care less about the lush green lawns, appealing architecture, or the statue in front of the main entrance. All that mattered was making sure things worked out here.

I walk down the exit ramp when I notice a couple waiting for me at the bottom. There is a man in a green suit with gray hair, a cane, and a cup of coffee. Next to him is a woman with blonde hair and green eyes wearing black boots, leggings, dress, and white top. She also wore a black and purple cape.

"Welcome to Beacon Academy! I am Ozpin, the headmaster of this school. This here is Ms. Glynda Goodwitch, one of the professors here and my assistant," he greets me with a smile, "It is a pleasure to meet you David."

I cringe at how casually he used my old name.

"Call me Washington," I reply with a grumble.

Ozpin raises one of his eyebrows, "Are you not comfortable with others calling you by your real name?"

I answer back coldly, "I only let people I trust call me by that name."

"And there are-?" he asks inquiringly.

My harsh answer is, "None."

Ozpin stares at me showing no change to my answer, "...Very well, but I do hope your time at this school will teach you to open-up more."

I remain silent and follow them to the dorm rooms. Some of the students began to whisper when they saw their headmaster guide me through campus. Feeling a little self-conscious, I covered myself with the hood of my jacket, figures I should focus on the long explanation Professor Goodwitch is giving.

"Because you are new student you will have to pass an initiation," the huntress glanced over her shoulder, "However, since you have begun attending here a week after the year started, yours will be different from the others."

I continue to listen silently as we walked through the "grand halls" of Beacon. My initial opinions were proven true the more I saw. Wide open spaces, no form of defense, coming here started to sound like a bad idea. Then again, where else can I go. I couldn't help but feel slightly relieved when we finally made it to my room in the dorms.

"During your time here you will act like any other student," Goodwitch continued, "You will attend mission briefings when given and are expected to obey school rules. If you do not, you will face severe punishment. Any questions?"

"Yeah, about my past. How many people know?" I ask them.

Ozpin is the one who answers, "Only a small few know of your situation and rest assure that they can keep a secret. However, should you choose to reveal it, that depends on you."

I glare at them under my sunglasses which was basically telling them I never will, "Is there anything else?"

"Yes actually," Ozpin took out a device in his coat pocket before handing it to me.

I examine it, a bit perplexed by it's design. It's roughly the size of a phone but it had no touch screen or dial pad. My deductions told me that the yellow diamond in the center obviously looked important so I pressed it.

"That is a scroll," Ozpin explained when it widened to the size of a tablet in my hands, "As you can tell it's a communication device that can be used in a variety of ways. All Beacon students are given one after enrollment. Glynda's and my numbers are already programmed inside."

"So you can keep track of me," I frowned.

"So you can call us when you need help," he smiled unfazed, "I'm sure this technology must be new for you."

I collapse my new device before stuffing it in my pocket, "I'll manage."

Glynda scowled at me before opening the door to my quarters, "This room is meant for a whole team, but since there are no spaces available, you will have to stay here."

I step inside and look the place over. There is one bed on the right side of the room along with a cupboard to fit all my clothes(not that I have much to begin with). The door that led to the bathroom is on the left. My main concern is my desk that was sitting in front of the only window in the room. Nothing that a quick move around can fix.

"You will find your uniform and some spare sets in the cupboard. Also, your initiation is on Friday," Glynda announces in a serious tone, "You have four days until then, so I suggest you use your time wisely."

She closes the door and I'm left alone in my new room. After putting my duffelbag on my bed I immediately begin to secure the area. I check under mattress, bed frame, and desk for any listening devices or cameras. Moving my workspace wasn't too hard, now it's at a ninety-degree angle against my bed. Access to the bathroom is still on the far side, so I'll have to move quickly whenever I want to take a shower. The walls were too thin to install any wires and I couldn't spot any security cameras in the corners. All of this felt strange, with such low security, it's almost like I actually enrolled here. I mentally slapped myself at the thought, my situation is far from normal. Just to be safe, I pulled out the rifle case in my bag and inspected my gear. I took out my magnum and checked if there is a full magazine. I then placed it under my pillow with the safety on.

After finally feeling a little safe for the moment, I laid back on my bed. The soft-mattress wrapped around the edges of my skin, making me release an exhausted sigh. This is probably how I'm going to feel for these next few years, maybe the rest of my life. I try to get some well deserved sleep after the long trip from my old home to here. But I couldn't. I don't know why, but a part of me felt maybe a little….I don't know...excited at all this. Maybe a part of me thought that this was my chance to do some "actual" good. If that's the case, I'm not going to let anybody take this away from me.

Not even you….Director.

A/N: Like I said, there isn't a definite schedule for when this will be released. So stay tuned.