[Names] P.O.V.

'Hahaha hell yeah goodbye horrible class hello precious lunch'. I was walking down the hall just following some of the other students that got out ahead of me.

When I did finally get there I noticed a couple different people sitting together. Maybe they were teams not really sure not like it mattered to you. Because of who your parents were you were placed on a private one one man team. Instead of your typical four man team.

I was sstanding in a line to get lunch until two of the teachers approached me. I recognized one of them it was the teacher who's class I had just gotten away from and the other was a man who looked to be a year older than him.

"May I help you?" I asked in a polite manner.

"So your [Name] huh?" The new man asked "well just like my friend here I used to be on your old mans team." He said gesturing towards my teacher.

"Hey!" My teacher announced in a excited voice "which weapon did you inherit." Hey said in a voice way different from the boring teacher I had just been listening to moments ago.

"Yeah come to think of it your mother was a hunteress wasn't she? So who's weapon did you get? your dads blood scalpel or your mothers soul cleaver"

"Well" I began "I got my mothers weapon the soul cleaver." The two men just nodded. Before my teacher spoke up.

"If your half as good with those things as your mom was then you deserve to be on a one man team."

"I never saw your mothers weapon. Can I see them." He asked a bit curious with a gleam in his eyes.

"Uhh. Sure....I guess." I said a bit in question of as to way he wanted to see my mothers weapon. I then reached into two extra long pockets I had on the side of my pants and pulled out my mothers soul cleaver. (Their basicly a pair of forearm machetes where the handle and blades double as a gun and trigger.)

After words i just put the weapons back in my extra long pockets and went to get lunch. When I was walking to a empty seat I noticed a couple of guys picking on a girl because she was a faunas.

They were pulling on her bunny ears and calling her names. That was until they nocked her tray of food out of her hands and just laughed at her as she made her way to her table.

'I can't just let her eeat nothing.' I thought to myself as went over to where she was sitting. Once I reached where she was I placed my tray in front of her and left without saying a word. I before I left earshot heard a low soft "thank you".

'Damn my days going to be hell because I missed lunch. But what was I supposed to do not let her eat anything I just can't do that something about that just doesn't feel right. Well looks like I'm going hungry until I get home.'
P.O.V. change velvet

It was another typical day all the members of CRDL were picking on me because I'm a faunas I try to be nice and not do anything that would make people be the way they are.

Yet all of that was in vane they tugged on my ears and This time even went as far as to nock my tray out of my hands. I was sad and went to my table and was going to just going to wait for the bell to ring.

Until a boy with [h/c] locks and shimmering [e/c] orbs. Placed his tray in front of me he then walked off as if nothing happened I felt genuinely glad that he was concerned for my well being I then mumbled a "thank you" before he disappeared.

Normal P.O.V.

[Name] was walking down the hall way trying to find the men's restroom until a man with a blonde mohawk and blue eyes stopped him.

"Can I help you?" You asked not really caring for his response.

"Do you have a thing for freaks or something." This comment was enough to catch a small part of [Names] curiosity.

"What are you talking about?" [Name] asked a bit on edge.

"I'm referring to what you did at lunch giving that dirty faunas your lunch." He said with venom.

"Oh. That's what this is about? Well if that's the case I don't have time to deal with you."

[Name] then started to walk off but was interrupted when he felt something hit the back of his head. He reached to the back of his head and felt something warm and wet. He pulled his hand back to see it was covered in blood.

He then turned to see the man holding a dagger in his hand before the man announced. "Where do you think your going I don't remember giving you permission to leave."

This was when [Name] snapped and desided to install some much needed fear in this self entitled brat.

[Name] then turned and smiled before saying in a creepy voice that gradually gain an aggressive tone to it. "A blow to the back of the head huh. A blow like that could have been fatal. Right! So that means you didn't want to talk. Right! You wanted to kill me? Right! Which means that whatever happens to you next is totally deserved. Right!"

"Well you can try bu-" Russel didn't get to finish his sentence because he felt a fist in his ribs and felt himself being raised off the ground before he coughed up a small amount of blood and was sent flying into a wall causing him to cough up even more blood.

[Name] then turned and said "tell your buddies that if they try what you just did they'll get it even worse than you."