Team JCKL/The Story

Without further delay, I proudly present Chapter 1 of my fiction. Please enjoy, and give me feedback. As a writer, I must know if my story is good or bad, that way it can improve. :)

CHAPTER 1
It was the first day at the Academy. John nervously stepped off the Airship, and looked at his surroundings: something he never did during combat. He was amazed at the size and scope of the school, seeing it tower above everything else in the area. He felt scared when he realized that eventually in his career of being a Huntsman, he will have to fight Grimm slightly smaller than the school itself. The very thought made him shudder. He combed his hand through his medium black hair due to his hesitation to leave, and adjusted his brown leather greaves. His orange shirt was covered by a blue tunic, with his silver plated pauldrons strapped on top of that. Ah, John loved complementary colors! His silver whip, Alistair, was connected onto its respective holster, and John could never bear to be parted with it. He did have to forge it himself, when he was a little boy. It was like a kid's first stuffed animal, only more deadlier.

''Alright... no worries. Everything will be fine... and, hey! Cierra is coming to Beacon as well! If only I could find her...'' John thought this as he walked down the front of the courtyard, occasionally looking behind him to check out the scenery "one more time".

As he gradually made his way to the auditorium, where Headmaster Ozpin was supposed to introduce everyone to the curriculum for this specific year. Once he stepped inside, he saw a sea of students waiting for what was going to happen next. Some looked lost, others looked excited, and a few even appeared to be bored out of their minds.

How could you be bored at a school like this? He pondered.

He scouted out the room in hopes of finding someone he knew, like Cierra, or even Kevin. But no such luck. Even if they were in the auditorium, he'd never find them. There were too many people inside for him to inspect every little detail. It was just a chaotic scene, with everyones' clothing and weapons clashing together into one giant, muddy, color. Where was the complement? Where was the flow? John saw art in everything, and saw colorful patterns all around him. Even when he was fighting, certain attacks or tactics would be coded by a certain color. This gave him a massive edge over everyone else. He could tell whether the person was trying to fake him out by the color they gave off, or if they were trying to make an aggressive rush. He would know when to dodge the attack, or when to counter it with a well placed jab to the stomach. John's ancestor, Andrew Kellinger, had this very same semblance. Andrew Kellinger was also the most powerful member thus far in John's family. Go figure. John wondered that if, he too, would surpass everyone else in his family. The very nature of his semblance seems to point in that direction. However, physically, John wasn't tough. He had a more tactical approach to every situation. More than likely due to his semblance, which makes him at least appear to be a tactical genius. No wonder why Ozpin accepted him into the Academy at such a blistering young age.

Then a chill went down his spine. He hadn't felt a chill like that ever since the last fight with his rival: Sylus Callahan.

''Oh, crap! Please, don't let it be Sylus... Please don't...''

     Sadly, it was. He felt a tap on his shoulder, and swore in his thoughts.

"Hey, there, Johnathan." John hated his full name, and despised Sylus even more for calling him 'Johnathan'.

John had a complicated past with Sylus. Their families did want to kill each other after all. Why? Well... thats a story for another time. However, this generation didn't seem interested in fighting. If there were two people who could end a feud between families, it had to be these two. Ironically enough, they didn't have a clue that the other side wasn't interested in fighting. So in the end, the only reason they fight is so they can protect their family from any "threat" coming from the rival family. This sandy haired rascal always managed to beat John in a fight whenever it occured. For some reason, Sylus was born with a semblance that directly countered John's. Talk about luck. Sylus' semblance was a strange one. It was more of an unnatural phenomenon, than a gift. Sylus had the ability to see future movements. He saw many outcomes of what would happen in the next three seconds. In short, he can sort of see the future. However, it is only limited to those three seconds, and if Sylus was fighting multiple opponents, he would get an overload of information, which led to him getting a serious case of vertigo.

"Its been a long time, hasn't it..." Sylus smirked. He wasn't hiding his hatred very well. John could see it all over his face. He could also see it due to Sylus' color change. He was enveloped in the color red.

"Yeah. Too long." John retorted.

Sylus leaned closer to John's ear.

"You know... I don't like your tone. You almost gave me the impression that you don't like me." He sneered.

John moved forward, and nearly fell over when his foot scraped the ground. He didn't like it when people got too close to him, because of two reasons: The first being that if someone is close to him, his fighting style wasn't working. The second was that whenever someone got close, he usually got pounded in the face. Everyday, John wondered what DIDN'T want to beat the living crap out of his face. At this point, he figured the floor had more bullseyes than anything or anyone else, since he tripped all the time.

"What? Was I making you scared? You better be. I'm tired of kicking your ass, so it would just be a whole lot easier if you ran away like a girl and slipped over every object in the room, you klutz."

John loathed bullies. His family had a strong sense of justice, and always protected the weak from the strong. However, John's sense of justice was clouded by his judgement. He always tried to help no matter the cost. In the end, he'd save two people but hurt four innocents. It also didn't help that he was only fifteen. What happens when you combine recklessness with selflessness? A lot of explosions, thats what.

"Shut up, Sylus! I'm not the one who screamed like a little girl when they were attacked by a single RAPIER WASP, and even then, it wasn't attacking you! It was just flying around you in circles!" John began to yell.

"Hey! Shut your mouth! I was eating candy at the time!"

John laughed. "You idiot. Don't you know that Rapier Wasps like sweet food?"

Sylus opened his mouth as if he were about to make a witty comeback, but he was cut off by the sound of a microphone being tapped. Then, a voice began to speak. John and Sylus stopped bickering for the moment, and looked up towards the stage. On it, was Professor Ozpin and Glynda Goodwitch.

"I'll... try to keep this brief. All of you here today have come to this Academy in search of knowledge: to learn how you can dedicate your life to the protection of the people. But right now, when I look amongst you, I see wasted energy, wasted potential. I believe you all assume that knowledge will set you free of this, but by the end of this year, you will know that knowledge can only carry you so far. I advise all of you to take that important first step. Welcome to Beacon."

With that, he walked off-stage, and Glynda took over.

"Tomorrow, your first day here at Beacon will offically begin. Today, we are going to assign lockers, and I will show you all of your classes and dormitories. However, the dorms won't be available until after tomorrow's initiation. If you will please follow me, we can get started..."

Argued with Sylus about stupid crap; yeah, that about sums up my life's story.

John and Sylus glared at each other, then turned away to follow the rest of the group. With all of the shades of blue and yellow John was seeing off of everyone right now, he could just tell: This was going to be one awesome year...