The Damaged Heart

Initiation Part 1

3rd POV

Y/N opened his eyes to see Slater was still sleeping. Y/N slightly tapped on Slater's shoulder, making sure not to make any contact to the skin with his palms and woke him up. Slater looked around, he didn't even know what year it was.

Y/N: get up, we have places to go.
Slater: how are your scars *yawn*

Y/N stopped dead in his tracks.

Y/N: how do you know about that?
Slater: I saw it on your wrist....huh....that's odd...I feel like I'm about to get threatened.

Two hands then grabbed his shirt.

Slater: there it is.

Y/N then pinned him against the wall.

Y/N: you tell no one. Got it?
Slater: yeah...yeah I can do that.
Y/N: good.

Y/N let go of Slater and began to walk away. Slater then got up and followed Y/N, secretly wanting to know more about the purple scars. He walked to his locker and pulled out a small knife and placed it on the seat behind him.

Slater: that's your weapon?
Y/N: my father gave it to me. Told me to always use it to defend myself and never as the tool for murder like he did.
Slater: your father murdered people?

Y/N stood there a moment before looking at Slater, then at the knife.

Y/N: many.

Y/N then closed his locker and placed the knife at his side before Slater opened his locker and pulled out a mace.

Y/N: a mace? Aren't those things heavy?
Slater: very much so.
Y/N: why do you have it?
Slater: it was a hand me down from my sister.
Y/N: and so the plot thickens
Slater: she died...
Y/N: as most relatives do in this kind of life.
Slater: what do you mean?
Y/N: ever notice, people like us, the gods like to stick it to us good. Character development my ass, they put us through torture for amusement...big reason I never took up religion.
Slater: you do have a really depressing outlook on life.
Y/N: all for good reason. Come on, let's go get some food.

Y/N walked off, Slater then closed the locker and walked with Y/N to go get some food.

Meanwhile

A red head sat in the locker area, she was pulling the golden armor she wore up her leg and adjusting it.

????: hello!

The red head looked up and go the side to see a white haired female walk up to her.

?????: my name is Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee dust company, and you are Pyrrha Nikos, a legend amongst the little people of this world. I want us to team up

Pyrrha: that's nice Weiss, but I think we should have the chips fall as they will.

Back with Y/N.

Y/N sat at a table eating a bowl of peanut butter. Slater looked at him like a deer in the headlights.

Y/N: what?
Slater: it's just peanut butter.
Y/N: we're going to be working our bodies hard today. Need it.
Slater: does it help with your stomach or something?
Y/N: no it just tastes the exact same going up as it does going down...I learned that from a comedian and he was not wrong.
Slater: that sounds disgusting.
Y/N: it's a reason I don't talk to people Slater, they don't get me. Especially for women.
Slater: don't you have any friends?
Y/N: no.