Post by Shift the Phantom Author on Nov 1, 2016 20:43:58 GMT -5
The Invisible Hero
He looked around with a worried look on his face. Fen didn't know what he'd do if this didn't work. Yet he couldn't just stand there, watching the scene. Imitating the man's voice as best he could, he yelled "HAND IT OVER OR YOU'RE DEAD!" He quickly fled the scene. Soon afterwards, however, a police car could be seen driving a scruffy man down towards the station. Fen was always pulling stunts like this. His goal in life was to make the lives of others easier, even if by a little bit. Whether they were an acquaintance or pure stranger, he was helping someone everyday. But, he's never recognized for his achievements, except by a particularly observant person.
As Fen quickly hid away from the scene, people looked over at the man grabbing a woman quite violently. The man quickly recognized the gazes stabbing into his body. With a twisted and confused glance around, he attempted to flee, only to find himself caught by a policeman, as he was stalled by the large amount of people. Then, as if nothing happened, the neighborhood was peaceful as ever. Those present had questioned why the man had been so loud, but otherwise, there were no inconsistencies in the case.
He let out a reserved and quiet sigh, and looked around the classroom. Fen noticed Deryn, who was usually with her group of friends, was sitting alone. Though subtle, he could see she was slightly pale, and her eyes were dry from old tears. Inconspicuously, he walked to the bookshelf Deryn's friends happened to be near. He thoughtfully looked at a book, as all he needed to know was already there. He tapped his foot, pretending to search for a book. One of the girls looked over suspiciously, staring at the book he had picked up. However, not recognizing Fen, as no one did, she simply ignored him. He stared at the words written in the book. Putting the book back, he looked at the window, thinking about the reflection. Sitting back down, quiet as ever, he wrote a note and then, with strange amount of detail, created a paper aircraft. Rather cliche, he thought, but threw it with calculated precision onto Deryn's desk. Perplexed by the sudden appearance of the paper in front of her, she unfolded it to find unremarkable handwriting. The next day, however, Deryn seemed to be enjoying herself with all of her friends like usual. As she looked at her pocket, Fen couldn't help but release a smirk.
Fen, as a person who dislikes attention, is always thinking about his surroundings. Deryn hadn't been the type to hold her feelings in; if anything, she was a rather outgoing student with a continual positive attitude. However, he noticed she never really talked about her home. As though by instinct, he thought about the books he had seen on the bookshelf. Picking a rather specific one, while looking at the window, Fen found a bookmark with a girl's writing: "I can't do this anymore..." Putting the book back, he caught a few words from one of the girls. "I wonder what Deryn's worried about." He let out a grin, recognizing her sincerely worried tone. Deryn picked up the paper, reading, "You have some good friends you can always talk to." She was convinced that it was from one of her friends and after class, talked to her friends. Deryn's foster mother had actually been quite sick recently, yet not wanting to worry her friends, she had no outlet. However, after their conversation, she realized she worried them more by holding it all in. Though she asked about the paper, her friends pointed out that no one had handwriting, as far as they knew, that looked like Fen's.
Fen is essentially who I want to be; someone who is sympathetic and will take the initiative. However, as Fen continues his acts of justice, he'll come to realize that his methods won't always turn out how he expects. Though he can think quite critically about his surroundings and those around him, he think's too highly about the justice of others.
So yeah, this will be an ongoing story that hopefully I'll actually update. At first this was started at a whim, but I came to realize, as someone who isn't very interactive within his own school life, how people sometimes aren't entirely honest about themselves. (And yes, as usual, this is not actually related to RWBY.)
He looked around with a worried look on his face. Fen didn't know what he'd do if this didn't work. Yet he couldn't just stand there, watching the scene. Imitating the man's voice as best he could, he yelled "HAND IT OVER OR YOU'RE DEAD!" He quickly fled the scene. Soon afterwards, however, a police car could be seen driving a scruffy man down towards the station. Fen was always pulling stunts like this. His goal in life was to make the lives of others easier, even if by a little bit. Whether they were an acquaintance or pure stranger, he was helping someone everyday. But, he's never recognized for his achievements, except by a particularly observant person.
As Fen quickly hid away from the scene, people looked over at the man grabbing a woman quite violently. The man quickly recognized the gazes stabbing into his body. With a twisted and confused glance around, he attempted to flee, only to find himself caught by a policeman, as he was stalled by the large amount of people. Then, as if nothing happened, the neighborhood was peaceful as ever. Those present had questioned why the man had been so loud, but otherwise, there were no inconsistencies in the case.
He let out a reserved and quiet sigh, and looked around the classroom. Fen noticed Deryn, who was usually with her group of friends, was sitting alone. Though subtle, he could see she was slightly pale, and her eyes were dry from old tears. Inconspicuously, he walked to the bookshelf Deryn's friends happened to be near. He thoughtfully looked at a book, as all he needed to know was already there. He tapped his foot, pretending to search for a book. One of the girls looked over suspiciously, staring at the book he had picked up. However, not recognizing Fen, as no one did, she simply ignored him. He stared at the words written in the book. Putting the book back, he looked at the window, thinking about the reflection. Sitting back down, quiet as ever, he wrote a note and then, with strange amount of detail, created a paper aircraft. Rather cliche, he thought, but threw it with calculated precision onto Deryn's desk. Perplexed by the sudden appearance of the paper in front of her, she unfolded it to find unremarkable handwriting. The next day, however, Deryn seemed to be enjoying herself with all of her friends like usual. As she looked at her pocket, Fen couldn't help but release a smirk.
Fen, as a person who dislikes attention, is always thinking about his surroundings. Deryn hadn't been the type to hold her feelings in; if anything, she was a rather outgoing student with a continual positive attitude. However, he noticed she never really talked about her home. As though by instinct, he thought about the books he had seen on the bookshelf. Picking a rather specific one, while looking at the window, Fen found a bookmark with a girl's writing: "I can't do this anymore..." Putting the book back, he caught a few words from one of the girls. "I wonder what Deryn's worried about." He let out a grin, recognizing her sincerely worried tone. Deryn picked up the paper, reading, "You have some good friends you can always talk to." She was convinced that it was from one of her friends and after class, talked to her friends. Deryn's foster mother had actually been quite sick recently, yet not wanting to worry her friends, she had no outlet. However, after their conversation, she realized she worried them more by holding it all in. Though she asked about the paper, her friends pointed out that no one had handwriting, as far as they knew, that looked like Fen's.
Fen is essentially who I want to be; someone who is sympathetic and will take the initiative. However, as Fen continues his acts of justice, he'll come to realize that his methods won't always turn out how he expects. Though he can think quite critically about his surroundings and those around him, he think's too highly about the justice of others.
So yeah, this will be an ongoing story that hopefully I'll actually update. At first this was started at a whim, but I came to realize, as someone who isn't very interactive within his own school life, how people sometimes aren't entirely honest about themselves. (And yes, as usual, this is not actually related to RWBY.)
