Chapter 2: look out, Beacon, my name is (Y/N)!

----(Y/N)'s pov----

It's been some time since I got here, to my real home. Now I'm 18, I reconstructed the house a bit, and I finally got to meet someone who's part of my true family!

"... *sigh*... that night really was the best thing to ever happen to me... "

'Well, kid, I'm glad it was. You're turning out to be a better fighter, now!' The mask floated near me, and I sat up from my new huge bed. In my new room, it's much larger, there's better curtains, new dressers, a freakin' bathroom.

To top it off, i had a few windows surrounding the area, and a sky window, which I can close, thanks to the buttons near my bed.

".... I still can't believe it's been so long since I got here... "

'Yeah, you were like.... 8 or 9, and soon enough, here you are, nearly an adult, and you're about to go to a new school.... '

I saw the mask, and he looked sad.

'... if they were here, your parents would be so happy for you, kid... I know, I am.'

Smiling, I grabbed the duffle bag near my foot, and soon went downstairs to grab my weapon.

Sure, it looks like a normal modified chainsaw with a sword handle, but it turns into a quad-barrel shotgun with a machete attachment.

"Hey... is this beauty... overkill, to you?" I asked the mask, and he laughed.

'Naw, it's something that your old man would use, and I wouldn't blame him. It's definitely your taste, too.'

Walking out side the front door, I saw a bullhead landing nearby, and a man with white hair stepped out, along with a sophisticated-looking blonde woman.

"Mr. Taylor."

"Hey there, Ozzy Osborne."

"... I beg your pardon?"

"Oh, uh, sorry. Your name reminds me of a musician of legend."

We both started to walk to the bullhead, but not before I ran back inside my house, and grabbed a few things.

The blonde woman simply gave me a confused look. "What... what are those you're holding?... "

"Oh, just some earbuds, headphones, a few CD's, batteries, mix tapes, Sony CD walkman, and a tape-based walkman."

They both looked at me in confusion. "What-"

"Vintage music players and music. These have some of, if not, the best of the best music, you can ever listen to, PERIOD." I said to them, placing them in my duffle bag.

The bullhead started to pick up some speed, and I walked up to the pilot, holding a mix tape.

"Hey?"

"Yeah?"

"Mind playing this?"

The pilot read what was written, and smiled. "Kid, I can see you've got real good taste in music." He grabbed it, and placed it in a cassette player. Soon enough, the ship was filled with one of my favorite songs. It was slither, by velvet revolver.

"Hey, kid? You a fan of velvet revolver?" The pilot asked me, taking one of his gloves off and showing me a tattoo of their name on his knuckles, while I unzipped my jacket, and showed him my shirt with their logo.

"Hell yeah!"

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