"What's your name, kid?" The gruff looking teen slammed his fist on the steel table. I kept my silence as it was one of the only things keeping secret safe until I die, which was the thing my mother wanted for me since my birth. He was planning on destroying my parents' wish because of the one incident.
He placed the large sword on my esophagus. He was planning on staining these bland, grey walls with my blood if I didn't answer his question. I knew for a fact if I answered this question one question would lead to another and so on. And they would ask how I did what I did for sure and he would kill me. He would kill me. He would-
"Qrow. Don't scare him. He's just a little kid." The gruff teen pulled the sword filled with gears away from my throat. I exhaled.
"Your tactics don't work Summer. You've been playing good cop way too much, it's time for a little bad cop."
"Qrow." Summer said firmly. "I don't care what you say. I'm taking the reins here. He's just like me; he's a silver-eyed boy."
The surly huntsman grimaced, turned and held his palm toward me as if trying to be gentlemanly. "After you, then."
The young lady walked forward and placed her hand on my head, ruffling my messy hair, only messing it up more. She smiled a warm smile. "I'm sorry he did that to you." She lifted me up out of the uncomfortable chair. "Here, how about this. If you tell me some things, then I'll buy you some chocolate-chip cookies."
I only nodded my head, I couldn't resist the temptation of cookies.
"First, what's your name?" She asked simply.
"Lloyd Barett Hakasa," I replied with a toothy grin.
"Well, hello Lloyd! I'm Summer Rose! What do you want to be when you grow up?"
"I wanna be a doctor!" The gruff teen stifled a chuckle at my young innocence. "What about you?"
"I want to be a huntress. I wanted to help people who were in trouble." She smiled an even warmer smile after she said that. "How old are you?"
"I'm five and a half!" I held five fingers up for her to see.
"Now, I need you to tell me something, this is important. Do you know what important means?"
"Yes!" I said playfully.
"What happened in that forest over there?" Summer pointed out the window at the now dimly lit Emerald Forest. "Go ahead. I'm all ears."
I frowned at her. "I...can't."
"What if I say pretty please?" She pressed further. I shook my head slightly. She showed her frustration in a form of a frown. "It's alright. Now, let's go get you some cookies."
Third-Person POV
"I don't get it. How could that six-year-old cause such catastrophic destruction to the forest?" Raven voiced her confusion over the situation. Team STRQ had been assigned to find out what destroyed half of the emerald forest, left 10-yard footprints, AND cleared a Grimm infested all in one night. All they had found was that snot nosed kid all the way at the end of the forest "He's fuckin' six. What did he eat to make this happen?"
"I don't know, and I don't think I want to. Whatever happened here..." Taiyang and Raven looked around the area, only seeing the destroyed trees and burnt grass. "It outmatches any Grimm ever created."
Qrow yelled out the window in the police station. "Alright guys, that's a wrap for today. Let's get this kid back to his mother and go back to Beacon." He mumbled the last part to himself.
Summer left the police station playing with young Lloyd tossing me up into the air then letting him fall back down into her grasp. Qrow looked at her then sighed heavily. Raven and Taiyang ran over to their teammates and walked into the small bullhead and took off into the city.
After seven minutes of flight, the small Bullhead landed itself near a few shops. Summer and Lloyd entered the shop filled with treats and goodies and, as promised she got the boy some cookies.
But the rest of team STRQ only watched in apprehension.
The Demon Hunter
Part I: The Lonely King
Hunt #1: Azure Swallow
Lloyd's feet slid across the dark stone below him, his vambraces crunched up a little at the force and friction before his whole body slowed to a stop he then ran up to his assailant. He gripped his Elite sword with his life and the shield with his soul. The young hunter slashed at the monster's snout and - keeping the momentum - he jumped away from the monster's claws, following up with a slam in between the eyes from his trusty shield making the beast twist its face away from Lloyd.
"There's more where that came from. And I'll show you all of it if you want to try." The young hunter threatened the Gore Magala. He just knew the unintelligent monster would just leave, because of the illusion that Lloyd was a serious threat. The monster limped away from him then flapped his wings and flew away.
He fell to one knee as the wyvern flew away. Keeping himself up with the Elite Sword, he breathed. "God, help me...I should not do things like that," He sighed as he slowly limped toward the small cavity on the side of the large cave bent over and looked inside. "You can come out now. The monster's gone."
A small girl with pale-white skin, blonde hair, and a long blue dress with golden trimmings emerged from the cavity unharmed for the most part, if only a bit dirtied. She looked up at the tall Hunter anxiety clear in her eyes. "Is...is it really gone?" She whispered, barely audible.
"Yes. Now, run along home." He replied.
"I can't! I promised mommy I would get her 'the special flowers' for her birthday!" She pouted a little, Lloyd only chuckled in response.
"How about you show me the way? Just in case anymore monsters come by."
"Okay! Thank you, Lloyd!" The young girl bowed to further enunciate her gratitude toward his help. She stuck her hand out toward the tall, swarthy teen boy and he followed her lead.
TheDemonHunter
The sun shone brightly to the right of the sky, there were no clouds to block the sunlight or the empty blueness of the sky's afternoon gaze, in other words, it was a clear and beautiful day.
Clear days, can sometimes mean a clearer mind, but Lloyd's head was never empty - and his train of thought never seemed to follow the right tracks. He was on a bullhead filled to the brim with people and their friends - and in some cases family - and their conversations irritated Lloyd's sensitive ears, so he covered them.
He inhaled, attempting to allow all his stress fill his breath and followed suit and let out the stress in an exhale, but immediately the stress returned. He straightened himself and placed his back on the wall making a small 'click' sound as his armor touched the surface of the wall. He took another deep breath, heavier and heftier than last.
Lloyd was tired. He hadn't gotten any sleep during the course of the other day and that was part of the reason he was here and not at home taking care of his sick mother.
"So, you are Lloyd Barrett Hakasa, correct?" The silver-haired man stared directly into his platinum-silver eyes making Lloyd's stomach twist in a knot under the pressure of his gaze.
"Y-yes..." He replied nervously to the silver-haired man. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No, Mr. Hakasa." The man leaned forward a little, opting Lloyd to move backward in his seat. "Actually, you did something good."
The man's expression showed no signs of letting Lloyd get a chance to catch his breath. "Wh-what did I do?"
"You saved that young girl from death today." Often it was that Lloyd had been scolded for doing something wrong back where he lived and whenever he did something good, his mistakes and bad choices outweighed the good that he did. And it was often that they never saw it and they never would. So, when he had been called her at the police station he assumed he had done something wrong, this was a pleasant surprise, to say the least.
"I-uh...well..." He stuttered.
"You have silver eyes." The silver-haired man saying this only made him feel significantly more uncomfortable which he thought impossible.
"Ozpin." The blonde that stood next to the silver-haired man cleared her throat.
The man sheepishly moved away from Lloyd. "Apologies, my name is Ozpin. I am Headmaster of Beacon." He announced not-so-humbly. Lloyd remembered Blake mentioned something about it. Memories to remember another day.
...Oh! That was the hunter school! Maybe he would attend some day.
"How would you like to go to my academy?" Opportunities make themselves.
"Sure!" He said, enthusiastically for the first time that night.
"Alright then." The Headmaster said simply. "Thank you. You can leave now."
"Thanks." Lloyd uttered as he left the room. The door clicked closed and the room was devoid of sound.
Glynda looked toward the Headmaster of Beacon apprehensively. "Is he truly the hunter? He seemed weak and pathetic and I sensed his aura levels, they were nearly non-existent. And the footage doesn't match up with his demeanor. I doubt he could even survive a Grimm attack."
"I doubted it before," Ozpin stood up from his chair and reached for his cane. "but now, I know it for sure."
"He is The Hunter."
The Bullhead landed carefully on the avenue of Beacon campus; All of the students exited hurriedly as if there were eternal life on the other side. Lloyd stepped out nervously. He looked toward the north and saw it.
Beacon Academy. It was a sight to behold.
This is going to be a long four years. He thought as he walked forward along the avenue.
"Ooooh, look at his weapon!" The voice came out of nowhere and quickly he found himself on the ground.
He groaned in pain and rolled around to see another pair of silver orbs. The young hunter found himself tongue-tied and dumbfounded as he looked at the girl on top of him.
A long four years indeed.