Over the course of history, it is said that the Grimm grow smarter after each successful attack. They grow stronger. Some even say that they evolve. What if they did evolve, though? What if it got to the point that we could stare one in the face and not be able to tell friend from foe? Oum pray that Remnant should never find out…
Lynn Evans finished writing in her journal. She leaned back and sighed. The hard part is done. Finally. Lynn was planning out a book. This book was her own theory. A theory that there were Grimm, creatures of darkness, walking around, unbeknownst to the people of Remnant. There wasn't solid proof of course, but she could feel it. She knew that she was right.
A loud shriek suddenly jolted Lynn out of her thoughts. She quickly got up and followed the sound to the source. They were coming from a baby boy in a crib, her baby boy. She picked up her crying son, rubbing his back to comfort him.
"Shh, shh," shushed Lynn softly. "Dranik, you might wake your father." She sat down in a little rocking chair in the corner of her son's room. Rocking back and forth, she held Dranik until he went back to sleep. After she put him back into his crib, she went to her room. Trying to softly lay down in her bed, Lynn suddenly heard a low mumble.
"Rough night?"
Her husband of five years, Nik Evans, sat up on the bed. He looked at her.
"No, not really," she said, slowly shaking her head. She laid down. "Just need a bit of rest. I still have a bit of work to do."
Cuddling up to his wife, Nik replied, "You should get some sleep. Oum knows you need it."
"Nik, you know I can't. Between the baby and my work, I have no time for sleep."
"Lynn."
Nik sat up. He was serious now. "You're overworking yourself. You have bags under your eyes. You hardly eat anymore. We hardly get any time together, as a family."
"Nik, what's wrong with sacrificing the present to better the future? Don't you see, if he get the proof, the proof he asked ME to get, then we might, just might, have a lead towards…"
A shattering sound echoed through the house, like that of a window breaking, followed by Dranik's wails. Nik and Lynn jumped out of bed and grabbed their swords. "Go grab Dranik. I'll checkout what the noise was," Nik said to his wife. She nodded as they went their separate ways.
By the time Nik made it to the living room, where the noise originated, Lynn and Dranik were with him. Weapon in hand, Nik called out, "Who's there?"
No response. "Who's there?"
Suddenly, all Nik could see in the dark room was a pair of glowing dark red eyes. "Who the heck are you?" he asked, almost snarling out the question.
The only response was a snapping sound. At that, a red circle with an eye in it materialized. Out of it came a figure with approximately six glowing red eyes and a glowing gold tail tip. A Deathstalker.
"Lynn, get Dranik out of here. Now!" he barked.
Then, in the blink of an eye, all hell broke loose. The Grimm jumped at Nik, who dodged out of the way. After setting Dranik down, Lynn joined in the fray. "Lynn, what are you doing?"
"Buying you time. Get it's tail."
Being distracted, said tail suddenly impaled Lynn and threw her to the side. "No!" Nik bellowed. He maniacally swung at the Grimm, dodging and parrying every attack he could. Finally, he cut off it's tail, but when he made the killing blow, the Deathstalker grabbed him with it's pincers, breaking his rib cage, one rib impaling his heart.
Nik fell to the floor. As he lay there dying, he saw the glowing red eyes again, this time over his son. The eyes were accompanied by a singular glowing yellow one.
The last thing Nik heard before he finally went unconscious was a female voice.
"Let the games begin."
Well, ladies and gentlemen. Here is my first attempt at a RWBY fanfic. Let me know what you guys think. If I get enough positive reviews, I'll post the next chapter. Also, after the first two chapters, this one included, the length will get longer. Thank you all.
