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10 years ago

The sound of the rain was deafening. Like mini rocks hitting the windows of The Saints Orphanage of Gifted Children.

Unlike most orphanages, this one was unique. Only very unlucky kids can live here or lucky kids, depending how one would look at it. A child must have their semblance unlocked get to live here.

Most people might think it would be amazing for a young child to have their semblance at such a young age, but it's not. It's hell. A human soul is similar to the human itself, it matures over time.

A semblance is highly attached to one's soul, so when a child, who has a soul which has yet to fully matured, unlocked their semblance, they become volatile. They wouldn't be able to control it, putting them and others in danger.

It's like if you put a freshly sculpted clay pot in a furnace, it'll explode if done incorrectly. Not many people would want that in a child, a child that could hurt them or themselves at any moment. The only people who wanted them are the ones who wanted to use them, turning them into soldiers. Children like them usually grew up to be very powerful.

A car pulled into the circular drive through. A woman stepped out wearing a fur jacket, jewelry, and sunglasses. She had an umbrella, which shielded her from the rain. She obviously had a lot of money. She walked to her back seat and opened the door.

"Get out." She spat. The person she said this too didn't comply right away. "Get out." She repeated, louder, gritting her teeth.

A girl stepped out of the vehicle, couldn't be older than 7. She had shoulder length flaming red hair that was done in a small ponytail. She had a white jacket on with a skirt. Her eyes resembled emeralds. Those eyes that usually shined with light, looked dull and sad now. They were red, which meant she had cried recently.

The woman and girl walked into the building. When they entered the it, they were met with a front desk with an old woman behind it.

The woman had a church attire on, black robes, a black headdress and a cross necklace hanging around her neck. Women of God were the only people who would take in these children. While others see unstable time bombs, they see special children that could achieve great in life. 'God's little angels' they would call them. Sadly they don't get much money from the government, they lack the care for the children who were deemed 'corrupted'

Sister Peaches was the woman at the front desk, when she looked up from her computer after hearing the bells on the door chimed, she instantly recognized the two people. The woman adopted the girl not merely a week ago.

"I can't take care of this…." The woman spoked up, trying to think of the correct words. "T-this …..hellspawn of a child."

Sister Peaches sighed, this was the young girl's fifth time returning after being adopted. She was devastated, she was sure the girl finally found a somewhat loving home. Sadly, just like all the other times, she was wrong.

"Please reconsider," Sister Peaches pleaded. "just give her more time to control her semblance and I promise she-"

"SHE NEARLY KILLED ME" The woman erupted, her face turning red from anger. "I was this close of getting stabbed with a knife." She said, putting her fingers close together to symbolize how close it was. "THIS CLOSE." She finished the sentence yelling.

The girl started sobbing. "I didn't mean to." She pleaded "The knife was metallic. I didn't mean to." She said, tear glistering in her eyes, lips trembling.

Out of all the kids in the orphanage, this crying girl had it the worst. Her semblance was polarity. She could not only control metal, but she could also sense the metal around her. That is a pain to deal with in many ways. Being able to sense EVERY piece of metal around could drive her insane. To the girl, she can practically hear the metal humming at her constantly. Multiply that by the amount that is around her and it could make her have massive panic attacks. It made her feel as if the only thing that is in this world is the metal around her. It was absolutely maddening.

It got better over the years, she could somewhat simmer her semblance down so it wouldn't be as painful but it's still wasn't fully nullified. The other problem was controlling the metal. Pieces of metals would go crazy around her. Metal would go flying towards her, which could be extremely dangerous if it was sharp. She sometimes repel the metal, making it go flying in a random direction…..As example, she could accidentally make a kitchen knife embed into a wall, right next to a certain foster mother's face.

"So you're just going to give up on the child this fast, is that it?" Sister Peaches accused, glaring daggers at the woman.

"Don't act like I was the only one." The woman shot back, giving her a glare of her own. "Four other people took her back here. Every single time was because of an incident very similar to mine." She pointed at the girl, which made the redhead flinched. "This isn't a girl, she's a ticking bomb, ready to kill at any moment."

Sister Peaches was pissed, she told the woman of the girl's condition, she told her not to have any pieces of metal around her until she could control her powers. The girl had her own special room in the orphanage, one without any traces of metal in it. She couldn't eat with any metal utensils, they would just bend from her touch. It not the girl's fault that the woman was neglectful of following directions. She looked at the girl, who was now fully crying. How dare she call her a demon, she's just a little girl who was unlucky enough to have her semblance unlocked at her age.

"Get out." She said, as calmly as she could, clenching her fist behind the desk.

"What do you mean?" The woman questioned. "I want to adopt a non-defective kid."

"You don't deserve to have any of these children if THIS" She pointed at the crying girl. "-is how you treat them. Now get to and never return."

The woman glared at her, before she turned and left the building.

The girl collapsed, crying into her knees. Sister Peaches stood and walked towards her. She crouched and put her arms around her. The girl then wrapped her arms back around the woman, crying into her shoulders.

"What's wrong with me?" She sobbed. "Why doesn't anyone want me? Why can't anyone love me?" It broke her heart into pieces hearing her say that.

Sister Peaches hushed her, rubbing soothing circles into her hair. "Shh, it's alright." She comforted. "There not a thing wrong with you. You're just different." She held her, not saying a thing as she let her cry on her shoulders. This wasn't the first time she had to do this for her and probably won't be the last. She kissed the top of her head. "Don't listen to a damn thing they say. You're going to be an amazing woman one day, Pyrrha Nikos."

10 years later

Most trains in Remnant were outdated. Yeah, there were some trains that were advanced in technology, some of them having robotic bodyguards that protect the passengers from train robbers. For the most part though, they're just regular old trains with nothing special to them. People who couldn't afford flying use the train system. The shittier the train, the less money you'll have to pay

Shitty trains tended to have no protection if a train robbery ever happened so it was a gamble. But to be fair, you got to be a giant asshole to steal from a bunch of poor people.

"EVERYBODY THIS IS A ROBBERY!"

Too bad Remnant is full of assholes. This particular train was currently in southern Mistral, which is known to house the gang called "The Suits"

Just like the name would suggest, they're a bunch of ass hats who wear stylish suits and robs poor unexpected people. They always work in groups, at least twenty in each robbery and their squad leader. One would question how a group of people could afford flashy suits if all they ever rob were poor people.

The train they were robbing had 5 rooms in each cart so they were currently clearing each room, trying to get every valuable thing they could get from the lower class people.

One particular room had a girl in it. She was heading to a town called "Crete", which is a place where flying was somewhat affordable for her bank account.

She had ear buds in on full blast, so she didn't hear any commotion. She was laying down on the bench. She was using a bookbag as a makeshift pillow, her head resting on it. The net strap of her bag had metal gauntlets in it, which could go up to her elbows. Most hunters/huntress weapons were shiftable, sadly she couldn't afford that. The gauntlets were well made though, she obviously saved enough money so they were durable and could bend when she wanted to. Her attire consisted of a sleeveless white shirt, ripped skinny jeans, and knee-high metal boots. Just like the gauntlets, they were well made so mobility was easy. This girl was 17-year-old Pyrrha Nikos.

She was on her scroll, twirling her trademark ponytail in her fingers, scrolling through random articles while occasionally getting a pop up ad.

'TRY PUMPKIN PETE'S, FILLED WITH SUGARY GOODNESS."

Pyrrha never had that brand of cereal, she always had to eat the off brand kind, 'Pumpkin Peters'. It tasted as good as the name was creative. A man walked into her room slowly. He had an assualt rifle with him. Pyrrha's music was loud; therefore, she didn't hear this man.

'Tell me do you remember?'

The man slowly stepped forward, pointing his gun at her.

'Dancing in September,'

"Hey kid." The man said, in which the girl didn't hear.

'Never was a cloudy day!'

The man then aggressively tapped her shoulder, which made the girl take off one ear bud.

"What?" She barked, obviously not like being manhandled. She then saw the gun and let out an "Oh", fully understanding the situation she was in.

She sat up without a care about the rifle pointed at her face. "Didn't your mother ever told you the proper way of getting a lady's attention?" She quipped, raising her eyebrow while scratching the back of her head.

"Hand over the bag." The man said, pointing the gun closer to her face. The girl popped her lips.

"You know what?" She started, stretching her back, popping it after laying down for a while. "I actually need this bag, you see, it has half of my weapons and my money. The money in which I'm using to fly into Vale to go to Beacon."

Pyrrha remembered Sister Peaches handing her mail to her. In the mail was her letter from Beacon. Sister Peaches was a nervous wreck as she opened it, praying she was accepted. When Pyrrha smiled, Peaches did as well and she hugged her with tears of joy coming out of her eyes. She cried even harder when Pyrrha left for her trip to Beacon. Even some of the kids at the orphanage cried. To the kids, she was like a fowl mouth older sister they didn't asked for but they received. Of course, they were happy to have her though.

She carelessly yawned, obviously not taking the man as a serious threat.

"You heard of Beacon right?" She continued "It's a school where only bad bitches go to." She said, quietly laughing at her own joke. Personally she hates that term, For the most part whenever a girl call herself a "Bad Bitch", it usually means she likes treating boys like shit without any care. She doesn't wamt to br associated witg those kind of girls.

For the sake of the joke though, she said it. She likes the idea of the term, but other girls ruined it for her. "You know, bad bitches that could easily hurt a little fuckwit with a gun." Pyrrha said, staring at the man without blinking. "So I cut you a deal bud, you and fuck buddies return everything you've stolen, get off this train and you guys won't lose your teeth. Capiche?" She asked, raising her hand for a handshake.

She heard the click of the rifle, meaning he just turned off his safety mode. Who hell robs a train with their safety on?

"I'm going to count to three," He spat back at her. "by the time I get to 3, I better have the bag of yours, capiche?" The man asked, mocking Pyrrha.

Pyrrha nodded her head, making her hand into the 'OK' symbol. "Loud and clear buddy." Pyrrha said, but not complying. The man stared at her, before counting.

"1"

Pyrrha just stared at him, with a shit eating grin on her face.

"2"

If the man would have looked at his trigger, he would notice a black aura surrounding it.

"3"

He went to pull the trigger, just for it to be stuck.

"What the?" He said as he turned the gun to inspect it. The gun was now facing away from the Pyrrha. The black aura surrounding the trigger pushed downwards. The gun fired, causing a loud bang, making the guy yelp and step back.

Pyrrha then launched forward, grabbing the gun with both hands, yanking it away from him. She then elbowed the man in the nose, making him stumbled back even more. She then grabbed the stock of the gun and she swung the rifle in a horizontal swing, hitting him on the side of his head, knocking him out.

She heard several footsteps running towards her room, probably 3 of them. Shit, she probably should have been quieter. She probably has a few moments before they arrived, so she pulled out her scroll to pick a song to fight to.

What? If she was going to fight, she could at least try to make it fun.

"Nope, nope, nope, hell no." She said, scrolling through her online music choices. Her scroll soon stopped her from skipping anymore songs.

'Please upgrade to premium to skip more songs' her scroll told her.

"Dust damn it." She cursed. The current song wasn't particularly bad, it just wasn't an ass kicking song.

"Well, listening to 'Hey Mama' is better than nothing." She thought. The footsteps were closing in. Pyrrha closed her eyes and focused. Two maces in the back and the guy leading had a pistol. Over the years, Pyrrha learned how to control her polarity. She could focus on the shapes of metal, making her to be able to identify a object without even seeing it.

She grabbed her gauntlets and slipped them on. She popped her shoulders and neck, preparing for an annoying fight. She waited by the side of the door, waiting for them to open it. The door opened, and the first thing that came into view was the handgun. She grabbed the hand of woman with the gun and twisted her arm. The woman's arm was now pressed against her own back.

She then grabbed the back of her head with the arm Pyrrha wasn't using and slammed the woman's face into one of the other two guy's head. They both were knocked out, stumbling to the ground. The third person, who Pyrrha didn't hit yet, just got out of his shocked stupor. He swung his mace at Pyrrha. She blocked it with her gauntlets, black aura surrounding, making it have better stability.

Black aura then surrounded one of her metal boots and she spun on the heel of her foot, roundhousing the man, sending him flying back into a window. He nearly broke through it, his butt was sticking out the window. He then lost consciousness.

The song on her scroll was still playing, she felt the vibration of several more footsteps heading her way from the other carts. She sighed, this is going to be annoying.

The first guy burst through the door to her train cart. He had a shotgun in which he pointed at her. With a flick of her wrist, the shotgun went flying out of his hand and out the window. Using her semblance on her boots, she propelled herself forward. Halfway to her destination, she went into a kicking stance, kicking him in the gut. This knocked the wind and consciousness out of him.

Right after she finished, two woman ran into the cart, both of them had katanas. Pyrrha believed that katanas were the most overrated swords in all of existence. She blames anime. There are honestly much better swords out there but nooooo, people just want to look like a samurai. She shook her head, getting off topic.

The two woman ran forward with weapons drawn. The one on the right swung first, Pyrrha parried it with her gauntlet. Before Pyrrha could punish the first woman, the second girl swung at her, forcing Pyrrha to react to her instead.

Pyrrha sidestepped to the right as the sword grazed passed her. She then grabbed the woman's arm, and threw her in the air, slamming her onto the train's floor. She then kicked her in the neck, momentarily stopping her breathing so she could focus on the first woman.

The first woman swung again, just for her sword to stop in mid swing. Pyrrha kicked the first woman in the shin, making her stumble to her knees, she then grabbed her head and slammed it down onto the 2nd woman's face, knocking both of them out.

Unfortunately, while she did this, her back was facing the door in which the goons were coming from. She sensed a belt buckle right behind her and before she could react, she felt two strong hands grabbed her arms. She couldn't break free as another goon ran in with a mace.

Noticing that his partner had someone pinned, he ran up to him and got in front of Pyrrha. He swung his mace, hitting her in the gut. Pyrrha sharply inhaled from the pain. This was immediately followed up with another hit, this made her yell out in agony. Pyrrha gritted her teeth and focused on the man's mace. When he went to do his third hit, black aura surround the mace, making it go flying out of his hands. The man didn't knew how she did this, so he was caught in a stupor. Taking advantage of the lack of hits she was receiving, Pyrrha slammed the back of her head into the man's nose who was holding her.

His gripped only loosened slightly but that was all she needed becasue she then hopped up, wrapping her legs around guy #2's neck. Using her semblance, she made her boots propel themselves down, making guy #2 and guy #1 fall with her. Guy #1's face landed on her shoulder, the fall making him lose his grip on Pyrrha. She then put the man in a chokehold. While this was happening, Guy #2 was still being strangled by Pyrrha's legs. For some men, this would be a fantasy come true.

Guy #2 lost consciousness while guy #1 she still holding out. Pyrrha started to hear another pair of footsteps coming her way, so she had to end this scuffle quick. She released him, just to quickly grab his head and slammed it into the wall next to them, using her polarity to make her slam have a much more force behind it. The wall cracked from this while the guy let out a groan. Just like that, lights out for him. "Fucking assholes." She mumbled to herself.

She quickly got up, knowing she had no time to lose. She had to leave the cart she was currently in. Fighting with bodies on the ground would be difficult.

She barged into the other cart, noticing that there was only one woman in here at the time. She had a shotgun with her, which she was currently pointing at Pyrrha with. She went to pull the trigger, just for the gun to jerk to the right, missing her target. Pyrrha was up on her quickly. She grabbed her suit and head butted her in the nose. She then grabbed her shotgun and placed it right next to her ear. She pulled the trigger, a loud bang erupted into the woman's ears. She screamed and grabbed her ringing eardrums while crouching down. Pyrrha then kicked her in the face, knocking her out.

She leaned against the wall to catch her breath. Several footsteps could be heard heading her way. She popped her neck. Let's get this over and done.

Meanwhile, in the front of the train, the leader of the group was keeping and eye on the person who was conducting the train. The conductor was currently tied up. The leader was a big man, very bulky, with a chin that looked like it was chiseled by the gods themselves. He was so bulky in fact, that he actually looked like he didn't have a neck. He does of course, it just wasn't visible.

He heard screams from his men but he decided to ignore it. He doubted someone on this train could take ALL of his men on. The screaming continued, though. Over time, the screams got louder and louder. He was soon able to make out what the were screaming.

"HOW THE FUCK DID SHE DO THAT?"

"HOW THE FUCK DID I MISSED?"

"HOW THE FUCK IS SHE SO FAST?"

"OW, THE BITCH BIT ME!"

He even heard one explosion, this concerned him. The leader sighed, they couldn't even take care of a single woman. Either she was a talented fighter or his men were pussies. It was probably the latter.

He sat up from his seat. "Don't move." He calmly told the his hostage. He was smoking a cigarette, in which he pulled out of mouth to blow some smoke. He then put it back in between his lips, as he walked out towards the sound of the mayhem.

Pyrrha was currently slamming one of the goons repeatedly with a sliding door which leads into a room. The people who were in the room were a family of four. Two mothers and their two kids. After the goon was unconscious, she looked at the family sheepishly.

"Uhm…." She said, rubbing her neck awkwardly. "I'm sorry your kids had to see that." She said, laughing awkwardly. The family stared at her with terror.

"Are you the bitch that's been causing my guys trouble?" Pyrrha heard to her right. She didn't have her earbuds in at the time because the fight had gotten pretty intense earlier. Who hell uses a grenade in a train? What kind of cartoon shit was that?

Pyrrha grabbed the man who was between the door and threw him back. She then closed the door so the family wouldn't get hurt in the fight.

"Maybe if you trained these guys better, this wouldn't happe-" She stopped in mid sentence, as she stared at the man in front of her. He was a fucking giant. He was at least 7 feet tall with muscles popping out of his suit. His chin actually looked like it could be a weapon. The most noticeable thing about him was his neck though; or should she say, LACK of neck.

You could call her a dumbass all you want but she started to laugh. "What the hell happened to your neck?" She laughed, holding her gut, tears falling out of her eyes.

The man gritted his teeth, he may be a very imposing guy, but he was sensitive about his neck. Every man has feeling. "I was just going to kick your ass," he said, taking a puff out of his cigarette. "but now-"

Pyrrha cut him off.

"Wait, wait," she said, shaking her arms. "I wasn't done yet. Did you like, used too much 'Head and shoulders' and weird things started to happen to your body?" She asked, hunched over laughing even harder.

'This bitch is dead.' The man thought.

"I'm going to strangle the life out of your body." He said, gritting his teeth in anger.

"Oh come on, that's unfair." Pyrrha started again. "You're at a giant advantage. You don't even have a neck that I could strangle."

The man clenched his fists, sparks of lightning erupting from his hands. He was going enjoy this.

Pyrrha stopped laughing and got in a battle stance. She then used her polarity on her boots to launched herself forward, she then used it on her gauntlets and punch the man in the chest. To her surprise, the man didn't move an inch. Pyrrha stood there in the same position for a moment, she then slowly looked up at the man. 'Ooooooh shit.' She thought to herself. 'This is a slight problem'.

What the fuck is this guy made of? This guy is pure masculinity. Her hand actually fucking hurts, he felt like a brick wall. She let out a nervous laugh. "Ever heard forgiveness?" She asked. "Because in the Bible, they talk about that a-GURK" The man cut her off by grabbing her neck.

If you were riding along with the train on the outside, you would have notice the cart rocking violently. You would also of heard many feminine grunts of pain. You would then find a girl's body flying out of one of the train's emergency escape hatches on the roof.

Pyrrha landed on the roof of the train, she groaned in pain. That man literally swung her around like a rag doll, beating her like a redheaded stepchild. The only reason he let her go was because she managed to kicked him in the chin, which made him let go of her on mid-swing. This made Pyrrha go flying towards the hatch. "Someone's sensitive about his neck." She mumbled on the ground, holding her head, hoping it would sooth her pain.

The imposing man then climbed out of the hatch. He cracked his knuckles, taking his cigarette out of his mouth and flicking it away.

Before Pyrrha could get back up, the man up to her and was already on top of her. He wrapped his hand around her neck and lifted her up. He then slammed her on the roof of the train several times before he started his strangling.

Pyrrha's face matched her hair. She was desperately trying to breathe to no avail. The man obviously learned from his past mistakes, because he blocked every kicked she sent his way. She could feel her consciousness leaving her. He was holding her high in the air, occasionally shaking her. He would also occasionally use his semblance, which was producing small sparks of lightning, to erupt from his hands, shocking her.

He didn't notice it but her eyes widen, as she sensed a large metal sign coming up. Pyrrha stopped trying to pry his hand away from her neck. She grabbed his face, trying to make him to let go. The sign (Which said "Fifty Miles until Crepe Train Station) was getting closer. She could now see it with her own eyes. She grabbed and violently squeezed his face, trying to do anything to make him to let go. At one point, her thumb jabbed into his eye, making him yelled in pain, loosening his grip. She then grabbed his hand and finally managed to pry it away from her neck. She landed on the roof with a 'thump', gasping for breath. The sign was 20 feet away. She quickly laid down with her arms protectively around her head.

The man soon gained his senses. "YOU'RE FUCKING DE-" He was cut off.

Pyrrha's didn't see it but she did heard the giant 'THUNK' of his body hitting the sign. She slowly peaked to notice the no neck bitch was gone.

"Holy fucking shit." She silently said to herself. "That was too close." She layed on roof for a few moments, trying to catch her wits.

The sound of his body hitting the sign was somewhat disturbing. It was like a slab of meat getting slammed into tinfoil. She shivered at that thought. She slowly got up in a crouching position and crawled her way back towards the hatch.

"50 miles until I reach Crepe, huh?" She thought. She is finally going to Beacon. After of years of mastering her semblance, she can finally go to the school of her dreams. "Thank dust."

And that was the prologue, let me know what you think. Next chapter will be Pyrrha meeting everyone at Beacon.