CHAPTER 1
JAZZ
Running. It was all I had left to do. But even I knew that running was not going to save my life. No human being, no Fauness, has ever been able to outrun a Grimm like this. Add the fact that I was weaponless, had a broken ankle, my teammates were in no place to save me, and my aura was completely wasted, I had a zero percent chance of making it out alive. So why did I keep on trying to run?
I guess you could say my parents raised me believing there was no such thing as quitting. "As long as you're still breathing, you fight." my father had told me. "And even when you are done breathing….you fight."
And I was always good at it too. My year and a half at Beacon Academy, I had been in combat with all sorts of creatures of Grimm. I had fought loads of ursas, creeps, death stalkers, even a Nevermore. No matter how hard the situation or how rough in a position I was in, I was always able to pull a victory in the end. I guess my inability to quit was what made me such a good team leader.
But for the first time in my life, I had failed. I failed my team….I failed my parents, I failed Beacon Academy...and I failed humanity.
You can't fight anymore….you might as well just end it now….the voice in my head urged me. I was always good at ignoring that voice, but for the first time I gave in. I stopped in my exhausted tracks, and turned to face the monster who approached out of the ashes of the burning building behind it.
My time was coming to an end. The Grimm, unlike any I had ever seen before, stood as a Titan. It's long, slender arms pulled back it's bow, ready to let loose one final arrow to end my life.
I closed my eyes, and tried to think of one final happy thought. My teammate's smiling faces.
I'm sorry I let you guys down.