NO REST FOR THE WICKED
Prologue: Castle
The truth that many people never understand until it is too late is that the more you try to avoid suffering the more you suffer… because smaller and more insignificant things begin to torture you in proportion to your fear of being hurt.
The moon was full that night. Only small fragments of the shattered area visible, the rest pale and flawless in comparison the imperfection in the separate pieces. It was cloudy so the moon was a gift in itself, barely seen behind the dark cloak of the night.
The forest was strangely silent; trees dark and dreary looking as if from a child's nightmare, their branches bare of leaves and blanketed in snow as cold winds blew through them, adding to the silence.
A silence that was then ripped away by trucks roaring down the snow covered road that ran through the forest. Large trucks carrying what was most likely heavy cargo covered in tarps bearing the insignia of a snarling wolf with three slashing claw marks. The insignia of the White Fang.
No doubt stolen goods from the SDC or any other supplier of dust in Remnant. But what was strange; the larger trucks were covered in tarps, their cargo a mystery, but the smaller vehicles were clearly dust-carriers. Crates to carry the crystals and long, thick canisters to carry the dust.
What were they hiding under those tarps?
The cars all drove in a line, with sentries riding the outside in order to keep a lookout for any threats ahead of them. And that my friends is called an idiot move.
They looked ahead.
But not above.
In the span of two seconds the engine of the leading vehicle went from fully operational to exploding into a pile of flaming metal. The driver attempted to swerve and regain control but he was no match and ran straight into a tree, successfully halting the other trucks a delaying their arrival at wherever they were driving to.
A man wearing a tell-tale Grimm mask, hair buzzed down to mere stubble, and more than enough muscle, climbed out of the second truck to examine the damage.
"What happened!?" he demanded. Other soldiers gathered around to put out the flames, when the muscled one spotted a shadow move in the trees behind him.
As quick as lightning he pulled the sniper from his back and fired three rounds into the trees, startling the birds as well as his fellow White Fang members. Collective silence fell over them as he scanned the snowy branches, seeing nothing.
Suddenly a figure dropped down from behind him, well away from him and his soldiers. The leader spun to face is adversary, only to be met with quiet amusement.
A girl, around the age of a teenager, with a long white braid and a red leather jacket over her white dress.
His amusement fell away immediately as he spotted the silver shotgun propped up in the crook of her elbow, her other hand smugly resting on her hip. He couldn't see it from here, but the barrel of the gun was still smoking from when she took out the lead truck.
A smirk slithered its way onto his face, "Bring her to me." He growled to the closest soldier, about half of them charging forward to subdue the girl and take her in.
As the first soldier swung his sword, the girl blocked with her shotgun before slamming the heel into his face, knocking him into the snow. The second tried to shoot her but she swept his legs under him before back-kicking him upward and firing a round into his stomach. She back flipped to avoid bullets being fired by the remaining tree soldiers, landing and pulling the trigger that turned her shotgun into a long silver spear.
The girl spun her spear to deflect the bullets, the soldiers charged forward, but the girl used the blunt end of her spear to hit the feet of the one in front of her while the one behind her was lifted by the blade of her weapon and thrown into the body of the first, still yelping in pain from being whacked in the shins. The last one standing tried tackling her wit brute force, but the girl just stabbed her spear into the ground and swung around side-kicking the soldier in the face, rendering him unconscious in the snow.
With no soldiers left the white-haired girl faced the leader, her spear still lodged in the snow, and the smirk still evident on his face. The teenager ten got to see what was under those tarps.
Atlesian Paladins, three of them, most likely just prototypes as seen they lacked that classic Atlas White paint finish. The important detail, however, was that three soldiers were currently controlling them, one being the leader himself, and their guns were pointed right at her.
In her show of defiance, the girl reached into the pouch on her belt, retrieving an ice dust crystal and loading it into the barrel of her spear-gun with a tell-tale chick-chuck!
The muscly guy with his 'manly' buzz-cut, gestured to the soldier in the paladin next to him, telling him to basically kick her butt. Or kill her. Either one would have been fine to that guy.
The white-clad girl just stood there, leaning on her spear as the paladin approached her. Each step of its metallic feet shaking the earth but not intimidating her that much. The clunky robot came to a halt about five feet away from where she stood, the teen having to look up to see the man controlling it.
An eerie silence stretched on for about five seconds before the girl pulled her spear and attempted to charge the mech, only for it to use its massive arm to swat her body backwards like a tiny bug. She crashed through a couple trees before crashing to the ground leaving a teardrop indent in the snow and earth.
Now a normal person would've been killed and dismembered by a blow like that, but thanks to the girl's aura she just had the breath knocked out of her. She used her spear to pull herself to an upright position, spotting the paladin father away from her now.
The mech charged in a mechanical sprint, crashing past a tree splitting the massive thing into splinters trying to reach her. It wound up and smashed its fist into the ground creating another indent, luckily the girl got to her feet and rolled out of the way in time, her spear ready this time.
The paladin attempted to grab her but she back flipped out of its reach. She attempted to get a running start in attacking it but that just resulted in it landing a lucky punch to her gut, sending her flying into the snow again. Her patience wearing thin, the pale-haired teen gripped her spear, forming a white glyph beneath her feet and lunging upwards, her blade drawn. Unfortunately the mech saw her speeding form and punched her down into the trunk of another tree. This one didn't break but it sure as hell hurt.
The girl, though already one-third down of her aura, got to her feet with a snarl on her face and her weapon bared. A giant mechanical arm swung at her but she blocked with her blade, the mech tried to swing from the other side but she jumped over it before landing on top of its enclosed metal fist.
Summoning another white glyph the girl lunged upwards slicing into the mech with her spear. The paladin attempted to hit her but with another glyph she sped backwards onto the ground with a cartwheel landing.
She spun to hit the paladin again but it landed a rather good blow that was met with her spear. The whitette grunted loudly as her white boots left deep marks in the ground. The mech swung again but the girl butterfly-kicked over it, landing on her feet facing the Atlesian weaponry.
"Come here little girl!" the soldier inside growled as he brought his mechanical fist down on her, but with a glyph she sliced the paladin's arm clean off!
It sparked and twitched before dying at her feet, the rest of the mech still fully functional without it though. Activating the paladin's remaining arm gun, tried to shoot at her, but she rolled out of the way, all the while slicing its leg off too.
The giant robot suit fell to its last knee as the soldier inside gave the teenage girl a death glare, but all she did was smirk with a twirl of her spear. With a jump and a swing of her weapon, the girl cleaved the mech in two, successfully disarming it, it spewed sparks before falling limp at her feet.
With a moment to catch her breath and a moment spoken for too soon at that, the girl ducked down to avoid taking a rocket to the head, said rocket crashed and exploded into a tree. The whitette spun to see the second paladin, guns fully loaded, and aimed at her. Crystal blue eyes widened as the bullets began to fly, and with the click of a switch her spear was a shotgun once again as she broke into a run.
Splinters and bullets flew through the forest as the girl tried to outrun the gun's fire, at one point she ducked under it and ran the opposite direction. She sprinted in the direction of the mech, bullets still firing rapidly, and with her snow-white glyph she corkscrews through the air to dodge before landing on her feet.
Changing her weapon to a spear again, she springs another blade from the blunt end of the spear and splits the weapon in two, throwing one towards the controlling soldier of the mech. What should have been a clean shot turns to dirt as the robot moves to the side, the blade barely nicking his shoulder before lodging itself in another freaking tree!
Knowing she had barely half of her aura left, and only half her weapon, the teenager summoned all her strength and placed a lucky foot on top of the extended arm of the paladin, running up the arm and coming face to face with the main generator located in its chest. Folding in the blade of her short-spear, she aimed towards its chest and fired five rounds into the paladin.
The generator practically imploded, falling useless into the snow with her standing atop it. Adjusting her jacket the girl puffed out her cheeks with an amused look before jumping down from her second fallen Atlesian garbage. Walking forward towards the last standing mech, or more specifically a silver glint lodged in the bark of a tree.
Gripping the pommel of her other short-spear, the girl ripped it from the wood and gave it a twirl before her crystal blue eyes focused on the Atlesian Paladin containing the big, ugly leader.
Behind her the generator within the fallen mech chose now to explode in a show of fire and fury, the girl not at all phased by the wind and flames whipping past her, churning the fabric of her dress and blowing her ivory braid over her shoulder.
The paladin before her readied his guns with a loud growl she could hear from her place twenty feet away. The girl just reconnected her spear, slamming the blunt end into the ground and stepping back into a fighting stance.
The buff leader charged with a roar, his metal feet pounding the ice with little to no effort to get to her. The girl bent into a crouch, a glowing white glyph forming beneath her feet as wind and aura moved her clothes and hair around. She lifted her spear, moonlight glinting off the ready blade, and in a flash she was thrown into the air.
The paladin froze in its place, its upper half sliding down and falling into the snow in a pile of scrap metal as a trail of snowflakes showed the girl's path through the paladin's chest slicing it in two.
A pair of white boots landed in the snow as the girl crouched on the ground, slightly panting from using most of her aura, and a calmer air took the place of the heaviness the White Fang brought with them.
The girl stood up, wiped the snow from her skirt, and looked up at the full moon.
And a sigh escaped her lips as she walked away into the night.
I'm not very good at writing fight scenes so don't hate this just yet. the song used in this chapter is Castle by Halsey, and a fight scene similar to this can be found on youtube, here's the link - watch?v=c-bCGOthQ5k - Anyway, first RWBY fic, this IS and OC fic, so bare with me, I hope you enjoy!