Disclaimer: The world of RWBY belongs to Monty Oum and Rooster Teeth Productions
Authors Note: I hope you enjoy this story because it is my first fanfiction. If you want to review I ask that you be as cruel as possible because I am using this experience to enchance my abilities as a writer.
Prologue 1: P – The Purifier
Tell me child what is Evil
Underneath the starless sky, through the silent trees, past the still brook, is a small cottage. A lonely cottage that is long forgotten. Its wooden walls are rotten, barely supporting the roof above.
Evil is the enemy to all living creatures
Upon closer inspection one can easily spot the broken door, windows, and bullet holes that riddle the walls.
To see all that stand before you
The trees around the house have been reduced to splinters and ash. Off into the distance a struggle can be heard.
as instruments for your amusment
It's as methodical as a clock. Tick, tock tic, tock, ting tong, ting, ting, ting, ting, ting… the sound of steel underneath the grim canopy.
Be relentless because the only thing important to evil
The mother to the sound is a woman with long silver locks, and fierce blue eyes. She is clad in a leather suit and combat boots. Her only accessory is a silver chain strung around her neck.
Is victory
A trickle of blood flows from the limp left arm. Yet still she stands looking brave. With black gunblade, silver etchings of the moon and flowers on the side, in hand. Slowly she presses the top of the weapon to her head and breaths deeply.
To be evil is to want
Behind her are two children one a young girl the other is a boy only a year older. Their eyes are wide and absolutely terrified at the sight before them.
and want with no end
A man shrouded in a black trench coat stands in front of them. His head is blocked out by the by a worn out fedora. Armed with only a revolver in his right and a sword.
To see into a mirror with no faults
He motions at woman to strike. Middle finger up and down.
To obliterate the enemy without remorse
With an anguished scream the woman dash towards the man. The blade of her weapon aimed at the man's heart. She leaves only twinkles and dirt in her wake. One swift slice from the man, dead, a woman's body with no head.
Tell me child what is Justice
The elder child looks in petrified silence as he covers his sister's eyes from the sight. The murder calmly wipes off the blood on his sword as he shakes his head in disappointment. If only she put up a better fight…
It is the pursuit of peace, equality,
Gathering the courage deep inside him he makes his move. With one fluid motion the child trusts his sister behind him and charges at the man.
Freedom
It is to do or die. Reaching down he snatches his mother's fallen weapon.
To protect the ones who cannot fight
With a muttered good bye he charges praying that his sister has the sense to flee as well.
and teach them kindness
The assalient watches in amusement, to think that this frail child thought he would pose a threat was laughable. After a quick stretch the assailant slams his boot into the boy's chest, sending the weakling flying.
To see through the thickest fog and find the gem
With wings of crimson iron he soars through the forest barley conscious barley holding onto the last memory he has. His final destination is the top of a cliff overlooking a ravine.
Stowed away
Barley conscious he struggle to stand but the lower half of his body will no longer respond.
To rest only when you are dead
The boy puts one last effort to stand. The memories of his mother and sister burn happily through his mind. His sister's 6th birthday, his mother teaching him how to properly wield her gun.
That is the true pursuit of justice
Through a herculean effort he rises. He raises the 2 foot long gun blade, struggling to keep it steady. As the man walks out of the forest this time only his mouth visible. With a sneer he motions the same he did to the child's mother. With one guttural scream the boy pours all his heart into the gun and fires. After a large silver flash all goes black.
So child do we not bring justice?
Above the unconscious form of the boy is an ageing man, surrounded in a golden bubble, dressed in a dark blue trench coat with a white lining. Slung over his left shoulder is the unconscious form of a girl.
The answer to that question is no
In his right hand is a crimson gunblade with a gold phoenix etched onto the side. The blade of the weapon curves upwards like sica.
Remember we are not saints
Around his waist is a long chain with a silver cross hanging from the side.
We are the devil himself
The man takes a quick look around surveying the area. The assassin is long gone but what remains is long black scar on the land. 8 meters long, 2 meters wide everything in between has been either reduced to ash or decayed away from blast. It is unbelievable that a boy this young holds so much power. Whether it is a miracle or an act of god all that matters to the man is that the boy is alive. With a smirk the man picks up the boy, the black gunblade, and walks into the night.
For all that is corrupt is our enemy
[5 years later]
Presently in a courtyard of large mansion a young teenager can be found sparing against an older gentleman. He has golden hair that shimmers like the sun, most would find him attractive if it weren't for his eyes. They are crimson and cold, the appearance of a killer. In his hand is black gun blade with silver etchings of the moon and flowers running along the side.
Whether it is a child, a mother, or a
They clash time and time again; parrying, slashing, and thrusting their blades at their opponent. Their eyes sear with emotion; one with the conviction to kill, the other with the desire grow. A symphony of steel rings through the air as the duel continues.
Father
The boy's strikes are wild while the man's are calculated. He sidesteps a thrust made by the boy and wraps his arm around the boy and presses the side of his weapon the side of the boy's face twisting so they now meet eye to eye.
Death is its final result. That is our family's inheritance
The boy's crimson eyes are ablaze with anger, humiliation, and pain. With a curt nod the man untangles his arm from a child and send a swift kick into the side of the child sending him sprawling.
Thou shall not emote,
[2 years later]
Another day another fight for the boy. This time against a younger girl with silver hair braided into a pony tail. Her eyes are filled with worry and fear. As she raises her weapons, arms trembling. She looks towards the elder man who is surveying this match. He is passive, emotionless, and signals for it start.
or thou shall die for thee sins
With a quick dash the boy appears before the girl before she can turn around and slams his foot into her stomach. She reels flying back a meter and rolls for another. She struggles to get back up only to see her brother point his gun towards her head. Single shot echoes through the courtyard.
Thou shall not love,
2 more years pass. Standing in the middle of the worn courtyard are two teenagers. They are battle worn and bloodied. One of them, a red haired child, is barley standing, supporting himself with only a trident as a crutch. In front of him is the golden haired child. He is dressed in a simple trench coat just like his teacher, full black with red lining opening only at his chest and below his waist. From his neck lies a small locket with a silver cross on top.
for only steel can be trusted
He stands tall, 6.5feet tall to be exact, with eyes brimming with confidence, paying no attention to the left arm the lies limply to his side he walks towards the child. Planting on foot on the trident he raise his working arm and nuzzles the black firearm's tip on the other's chest. The red-haired boy closes his eyes and lowers is head. One swift click.
Thou shall hunt evil until thou are the only evil
The first time the boy saw this ravine he was a child, now he is a man. At his feet is a tabled; "forever watching over you, forever at you side". At the foot of the cross is lone Datura flower. His hair is combed back leaving only a few strands dangling before his crimson eyes. By his waist lies two gunblades one red the other black.
Thou shall live and die
He kneels and whispers a few parting words. A tear runs down his cheek as he clasps the handle of the black gun for comfort. He turns, his head held low and walks past 3 lone crosses. With a sigh he boy raises his head, eyes still closed, reaches up and flick his collar up. He rests his hand on the amulet letting its cool touch calm him, giving him assurance for the trials to come.
Whether you live by these rules is up to you but
He opens his eyes to see two teenagers standing before him. The older is the red haired child. In right arm is a trident, the left is covered in a spiked gauntlet. The red head nods at the gunslinger with an air of confidence. Silently they know what they face they face together. Beside him is the silver-haired girl, her blue eyes sparkle with pride and happiness, barley holding back her tears.
Never forget
The siblings hug as the red head stretches his body.
Thou shall show no mercy
The trio takes one last look into the sky and close their eyes.
{Starlight star bright don't let them die tonight.}
{Moon high in the sky}
{Let them live safely this time}
To the
They vanish into the forest weapon in hand, threads entwined.
Damned
My name is Pierce, Alexi Pierce.
Authors Note: This is the end of the first prologue and the introduction to one of the main characters. Once again I thank you for taking some time out of your life to read this. If you chose to write a review I ask that you are as cruel as possible. Have a good day :D.
