Prologue-Chapter 1
_Alexander_
It was a cool, crisp night in down town Vale as was the usual for the big city on such a night. But even in what appeared to be a normal, peaceful night, trouble was brewing. A young woman walked casually down the street on her way home from work, enjoying the slight breeze on her face. She was just returning from a long and tiring day working at an office building two blocks away from her current location. Her walk was interrupted when a young man stepped in front of her, cutting off her path and causing her to stop in her tracks. As she went to turn around two more men stepped out of the shadows and blocked her path once again. As she quickly observed the men, she notices they all wore the same attire; black hoodie with the hood up, a buff or mask covering their faces. Her observations were cut short as the man in front of her pulled out a small pocket knife and flicked it open.
"Hey there little lady, what's a pretty thing like yourself doing out here all alone hmmm?" asked the man with the knife. She could practically hear the punk's smug smirk in his voice.
"None of your business, now how about you let me past" the woman demanded and she shoved past him, only to feel his hand on her arm a second later.
"I don't think so missy, now how about you hand over your purse? We'll take the money and you can go, how that sounds to ya?" asked the man, pointing the knife to her chest.
"Sounds like you can go screw yourself!" shouted the woman as she brought her foot down on the thugs toes.
"AHH!" shouted the punk as he let go of the woman to grab his foot as he began to hop around in pain. "Stupid bitch! Get her boys!" shouted the pained thug, the other two thugs running after the woman.
The woman ran though the empty streets of Vale with the thugs in tow, running for her life. She knew she couldn't run forever, she HAD to lose them. She quickly turned down an alley hoping to confuse the chasing men.
Needless to say... it failed.
As she neared the end of the alley she came face to face with a metal fence. She started to panic as the men drew closer however she regained her thoughts and began to scale the fence. She was almost over when she felt a hand grab her back and pull her off the fence, landing hard on the ground. As her vision returned she could see four men standing over her, she recognised two as the ones that chased her, but the others seemed to be new to her. As she sat up she saw no less then fifteen men, all in similar clothes. One in particular caught her attention, the leader from the looks of him, the one who originally stopped her.
Little did the thugs or the woman realise, there was a lone, hooded figure standing on the roof top looking at the situation the helpless woman was in. As he was looking, a light on his wrist flashed and beeped. He pressed the button and brought his fingers to his ear and activated his communication link.
"Where are you mate, I need you in position" Said a voice through the comm link
"I'm on my way boss, but I have to take care of something first" said the figure into the device.
"It better be important, the targets on the move" came the somewhat impatient response. Shortly after the link was disconnected, leaving the figure alone once again.
The figure began to sprint on the rooftop, jumping as he got to the edge, landing on the opposite building with a neat roll. He then looked over the edge to the entrance of the alley, seeing two thugs standing guard with submachine guns. He carefully slid down the side of the building so he was next to a guard but hidden behind the wall. He threw a rock into a bunch of hear by metal canisters making a loud rattle. The guard heard this and went to check it out.
"Yo Johnny, were you goin'?" asked the other guard to his comrade.
"Heard a noise, gonna go see what it was" responded the guard.
"Alright, don't get yourself killed" the other man chuckled
"Eh, I'll be fi..." said the guard, his sentence cutting out abruptly
"Johnny? Johnny you ok?" asked the other man
"Johnny come on, stop foolin around" he said with a hint of worry in his voice
As he rounded the corner he saw his friend laying face down in the ground, unmoving. As he was about to step over and help his friend, he felt someone tap his shoulder. Turning his head he was greeted by the sight of a man in a white hood. He would have liked to observe him more, but his thoughts were cut short, or more appropriately, stopped completely by a swift movement of the hooded mans right hand.
The hooded man removed his hand from the man's neck, his blade retracting back into the gauntlet on his wrist. Now that the guards were taken care of he began to walk casually down the alley to the woman who looked scared senseless by the brutes rifling through the bag. One of the men quickly spotted the hooded man and raised his weapon before alerting the others. All eyes now on him, the hooded man stopped in his tracks, his own eyes scanning each of the men, unnerving them slightly.
"Who the hell are you?" the leader of the men questions
"Let that woman go" speaks the hooded man, in a rich, posh and clearly high class British accent
"Not a chance, now why don't you beat it before we make you" orders the leader, cracking his knuckles and smirking.
"Listen lads, I'm in a rush so if you could please co-operate it would be quicker and better for your health" says the hooded man, showing no signs of budging.
"Was that a threat?" asks the leader angrily
"It is whatever you take it to be" he replied, amused
"I don't like your tone, who the HELL do you think you are?!" shouts the man, clearly angered
The hooded figure just looks to the ground for a few seconds before beginning to laugh. He stops laughing and raises his head. With a smirk on his face, the hooded man answers his question.
"Your worst nightmare"
Before the thug leader can react, the hooded man raised his arms and throws two silver objects and the closest guards, both men collapsing to the ground a second later. As soon as the men go down, he runs past two shocked thugs, raising his arms towards them as he runs by, both men falling over dead as he runs past, retracting his blades. It is only then that the thugs realise what was happening.
"Waste him!" shouted the leader, the thugs pulling out objects ranging from SMGs to pocket knives.
The order came too late for most of the thugs and he sliced through them with his wrist blades. When the remaining thugs organised themselves and began to fire at him, he was forced to take cover behind a large dumpster, bullets pinging off and whizzing past.
Not a problem he thought as he threw a small ball in-between himself and the men. The men did not notice the ball rolling. A moment later the ball explodes, but instead of turning into a giant fire ball it creates a large smokescreen, blinding the thugs and causing a few to start coughing as they inhaled the smoke.
As the firing stopped, the leader attempted to wave to smoke away, with little result. At that moment, a thug keeled over, his body lifeless. While trying to comprehend what just happened, another guard fell, then another, then another. Soon all that was left was the leader and five bewildered and terrified thugs. The smoke cleared to reveal an empty alley. Well, empty except for the numerous bodies scattered about. However there was no sign of the hooded man. The thugs stood their ground, one aiming the only rifle left down the alley. Suddenly, one of the thugs lost his cool and ran down the alley levelling his bat screaming a war cry.
"Carl wait!" one of the thugs shouted, but it was too late.
As the lone thug ran down the alley, he was suddenly crushed, by none other than the hooded man. The man slowly rose from the body, removing his wrist blade as he did.
"YOU FUCK!" shouted the thug with the gun. As he raised his weapon the hooded man launched a hook attached to a rope at the thug. Before he could fire, the hook impaled him before ripping out and going back towards the hooded man, the thug's gun attached to the hook. The thugs sank to his knees then his body sagged to the left, lifeless. The hooded man quickly levelled the gun at the three remaining thugs as they ran at him. He fires the weapon, tearing apart one of the thugs before throwing the now empty gun at another, causing him to stumble. The other thug swung his machete at the hooded man, the man simply sidestepping before drawing his own sword. His sword was on his back and was large, not overly too big but big enough for it to be classed as a long-sword. The thug swung at him again, the man simply blocking it, then using his sword to push the machete away before slicing across, almost severing the man's torso from his legs, killing him. As the last thug got up from the ground and ran at the man, he raised his arm, using his other hand to pull a small blot on his gauntlet as they thug grew closer, he let go of the bolt and a loud shot rang out, the thug stopping dead in his tracks before collapsing to the ground.
The leader simply stared in shock as all his remaining men fell before him. He knew he couldn't take this guy alone, and he wasn't planning on dying. The hooded man walked calmly towards the woman and the leader, the leader tried to get up but he wasn't taking any chances. He grabbed him by the collar and pressed him up against the wall.
"Please! Don't kill me! "The leader pleaded
"I should, for all the trouble you caused myself and this young lady, but I'm no murderer" he replied, letting the man go. "Now get out of my sight" he said as the main thug ran down the alley.
He then went over to the woman, who was tied up and gagged. He removed the gag and the ropes, helping her to her feet. "I'm sorry you had to witness that unpleasantness miss, I do hope I didn't scare you" he said apologetically. "No its fine, you saved my life, that's all that matters. Thank you so much, who knows what they would have done to me."Said the woman, clearly upset over the incident. As he was about to reply, a small beep and light flashing on his wrist interrupted him.
The mission! Damn, the boss will kill me! He thought as he answered the call.
"Where are you? I'm not kidding when I say I need you in position, it's almost go time!" said a voice through the comm.
"Sorry sir, I got distracted" he replied sheepishly
"Care to explain?"Came the reply
"Just some low lives thinking they could punch above their weight. Needless to say they won't be punching anything ever again." He said with amusement.
"Right, well don't be too long, aye?" said the voice
"Understood." He said, closing the channel. "I'm terribly sorry miss but I must go" he says to the woman. He began to walk away, needing to get to his objective when the woman shouted to him, "Wait, who are you?"
He stopped before looking back. Smiling as he gripped the rope in front of him that led up the side of the building.
"My name, is Alexander. Goodnight miss, you be safe." He said before kicking a piece of wood out from under him, causing the rope to shoot up as the counter balance fell, the rope taking him with it. After a moment of flying up, the rope came to an end just as the edge of the building's roof came into view. He let go of the rope, using the momentum to glide onto the edge of the roof.
Alexander took a moment to get his Barings, eventually seeing his objective, a large villa like building, home to his target; Marcos Ree , a top Templar official who had found his way to Remnant the same way he and his team had; the portal. Apparently he was in league with the notorious criminal gang called the White Fang. He didn't know much about the Faunus only terrorist group, but he knew they wanted to enslave all humans. If the Templers were in league with them, it could prove problematic.
Alexander knew his role. He began to sprint across the rooftops towards the Villa. Towards his team.