Remnant. A world once filled with joy and love, now shadowed with hate and anger. Most people don't know what happened to our world. Even more couldn't imagine what it was before. Before they came. The creatures of Grimm. They have brought despair and death, nothing else. Lead by their queen, Salem. However, in order for there to be a Queen, there must also be a King...
It snowed through the forest. From the leaves in the trees to the grass of the ground. Footprints trailed off for miles, and at the end he stood.
A teenager, who seemed to resemble an 18 year old, with wet black hair, wearing a red T-Shirt, wrapped in a grey soaked hoodie. He had a red blade like mechanical weapon sheathed on his back with a belt, and ammunition round on his waist. Everything on him was soaked in some sort of black water.
What happened? Was he pranked or something? Did someone try to kill him, but didn't finish the job? The boy could only remember faintly. The last thing he remember was a black wolf like creature, chasing after him. Then falling into a pool and getting grabbed all over. Next he's here, walking through the forest. Ready to just fall and rest. He did so, landing in the snow and closing his black eyes.
Howls could be heard from a distance, growing louder as time went on. The boy didn't move.
Figures came from the shadows of the forest, a snarl on their face and a grim look in their eyes. It was the creatures of Grimm. A Beowolf. One of the wolf creatures slowly scurried to the laying body, inspecting it. It then struck.
The beast's head was cut clean off by the blade like weapon. The teen had gotten onto his feet, looking at his predators. But...something was wrong. His left eye, it was glowing orange with the look of grim. This caused some of the Beowolfs to inch back just a bit, before growling.
The teen extended his blade hand out, getting into a fighting position, before sprinting at a Grimm. He jumped into the air, forcing his blade down into the beast, entering through its chest. The creature only looked into the boy's glowing eye, before he pulled a trigger on the handle and shot the weapon out.
He looked at the other creature, running by them, faster than any human normally could. He jumped above the group, his left eye lining up a shot. He fired several times, hitting his targets everytime. He landed and rolled to his knees, looking around as he heard more howls. It wasn't over yet.
an entire horde of Beowolfs ran to him, sprinting over each other. He quickly slashed at them. One after another they all fell to pieces. When it was over, a pile of wolf parts was behind him. He was like a blender, cutting these monsters to paste.
He walked through the woods, his weapon in hand as he searched around for those he wish to oppose him. He looked to his sides, pressing a button on the back of his handle, and morphing the mechanized blade into what looked to be a type of sniper/assault rifle hybrid. He quickly turned pulling the trigger and sending a sniper shot through the trees. A beast fell to its stomach. This time, a bear like monster with a white and red scheme to It. An Ursa.
The teen continued to fire, focusing his glowing eye on the now multiple targets. He shot all the grim that came, through the head each time.
when all was said and done, he settled the weapon in his hands. He took a look at his hand, blatantly surprised. It was shaking, growing few black veins. Why?
He was suddenly snapped out of his trance, by a roar that by itself shook the trees. Another Grimm. But this one was different. It had a mosquito like beak, with its abdomen carrying a type of blood red orb. It seemed skinny, but huge. It walked through the trees, roaring its mighty...squawk. The Mosquito
the rifle in the boy's hands shifted once more back into its blade form as he began to run by the monster. He shot rounds from the sharp end of the weapon, causing the beast to screech, spitting out some sort of sticking substence from its beak. The teen ran as fast as he could, dodging every shot.
He then stopped, looking at the Grimm, who had spat its substence on him, squawking. Until it saw what had happened. The goo it shot out was enough to cover the boy's entire body. It was thick enough to suffocate him. It would take a while for anything to get out of that. But it didn't. It only took seconds.
the cocoon started to melt from the inside, a dark red mist inside. It soon bursted, and the black haired teen jumped out, landing on his feet. Dark red aura behind him as he stood.
The monster screeched. The boy setting one hand on the ground, while black began to currupt his veins. Then he moved, faster than the average eye, as he ran past the oversized turkey. Before it could react, it fell down slightly. Its right foot was cut off.
The boy jumped back, quickly turning and slashing his blade. The Mosquito had lost his left wing.
The black haired teen landed, quickly aiming the sharp end of his blade and pulling the trigger on the handle. The shots hit the blood red orb in the abdomen. He continued to fire, beginning to run. Once it was weakened, he jumped into the air, spinning himself like a drill and flying blade first into its stomach. Success.
He landed on the ground, kneel and looking behind him. He saw the Grimm fall, struggling to move, and soon, not moving at all.
He looked at it, his black vein beginning to fade as he turned to walk away. But as he was walking, his left eye began to dim, turning amber instead of black as he fell unconscious in the snow.
in the distance lay a man with slid back and grey hair in a red torn cape, standing on the branch of a tree. A smile was imprinted on his face. "So it begins..."