Bullied reader X RWBY

Prologue

Pain

That was pretty much all I felt this morning. But that was pretty standard for the last few years

Growing up, my parents always tried their best for me, despite how hard it was for them at times. Money was tight and the racial tensions with the faunus led to me getting bullied a lot as a kid.

It only got worse when my semblance was discovered. 

My semblance is an ice based semblance. And it's unfortunately not a very good one.

It's called winter blast. I can emit ice blasts from my hands. Unfortunately, that's pretty much the full extend. I can only freeze things. I can't actually create ice based objects for improved versatility. And the overall output of my winter blast is too weak to actually get any use from it. It's useful for slowing people down, which can be helpful in a fight. But compared to the other semblances out there, it's not good.

Once my less than ideal semblance was made known, I was considered weak, which resulted in the torment getting even worse.

And as if that wasn't bad enough, my parents were killed in a robbery. They were just some worthless thugs, but since we were caught off guard, my parents died, leaving me all alone. The police made it in time before I could be killed. Or maybe they just had the decency to spare me. I don't know.

I was put into foster care, and it was awful. My new parents practically hated me. It wasn't anything extreme at first. But it just got worse and worse over time. It didn't take long until I realized I wasn't part of the family. Then came the beatings. Of course I was still expected to become a great huntsman because huntsmen make a lot of money, which they could use.

Eventually I ran away and began living on the street. It was awful. But I still wanted to be a great hero. I wanted to be a huntsman so that I could help people. And I knew that Beacon would be the place to go. My father graduated from Beacon, so I could also go there to become a great hero to make the world better for other people.

I managed to train myself in back alleyways and forests, basically hitting trees and stuff to train at unarmed combat. I couldn't afford an actual weapon, so I was stuck with punching and kicking. I occasionally tried swinging a stick, but that was about it. Eventually I managed to get lucky and find a small pocket knife, which I began working with as a backup.

I guess I picked things up quickly, because occasionally other people would attack me. People much older and tougher than me. And I managed to hold my own against them OK. They had no aura or anything, but that was still better than I expected given lack of actual training.

But after several years of starving and struggling for food and fighting just to survive, the day finally came when I could attend Beacon and leave this nightmare behind.

It wasn't all bad though. I did make 2 friends. Coco Adel and another girl. I never learned her name. I never let them learn about my situation. I was afraid that if they knew they wouldn't want to be friends anymore, or maybe even worse. In the end, we fell out of contact anyway because times were tough. Even still, that was better than what I was fearing if they knew the truth about me. That I had a bad semblance, or anything else really.

As I sat on the bullhead, I couldn't help feeling better about everything. I could finally find a better life for myself and then I could actually start helping the less fortunate. My thoughts were interrupted when I spotted a rabbit faunus nervously talking to Coco, my childhood friend.

It seemed like good luck.

Maybe the time at beacon will be good.