Red Trailer
Red like roses fills my dreams and brings me to the place you rest
White is cold and always yearning, burdened by a royal test
Black the beast descends from shadows
Yellow beauty burns… Gold
The winter air was cold and biting as it whistled through the trees, which, having lost their leaves some time ago, appeared as brittle black skeletons against the darkness of the forest. Snow covered the ground and gently floated down on the chilling winter breeze, spinning and spiraling like dancing lights against the evening sky.
The girl stood alone against the edge of the cliff. She gazed out at the vast emptiness beyond the edge, obscured by the flurrying snowstorm below, red cape flowing behind her in the fierce wind. Her eyes, shielded from the snow by her hood, travelled back to the small marker stone before her, faded and gray, yet still seeming to have a regal solemnity about it. The rose emblazoned across its surface shimmered in the light of the broken moon above, and the words faintly carved beneath it were coated in a white blanket.
The girl knelt to brush away the snow so the words could be properly read. "Thus kindly I scatter," the line read. Above it was a single name. Summer Rose.
A small tear made itself known on the girl's cheek, a trail made icy by the wind as it travelled from her silver eye down her face until it stopped at her chin. It held there, suspended for what seemed like minutes that were, in reality, merely seconds, before gravity finally took it down to the silent snow below.
The girl wiped her eye with one free hand and slowly turned away from the grave, walking slowly back into the dark forest, only glancing back once. Then, she continued through the heavily wooded area back towards her father's house.
As she came to a large empty meadow held captive in the middle of the forest by the dark ring of trees around it, she heard something. Her eyes began scanning the treeline, searching for the source of the sound. Her hand dipped behind her to where her weapon was secured to her back. Then, they appeared from the forest: Grimm, a large pack of Beowolves.
They seemed to leak like ink from the darkness, large, lumbering shadows equipped with teeth and fangs. Their red eyes glowed brightly as they emerged from the darkened wood. They had come for the same reason they always came; negative emotion, her sorrow and pain, it called to them and attracted them. Like flies to rotting meat, they emerged, ready to slay her and feast upon her flesh.
Encircling her, they cut off her escape, laying back on their haunches as they slinked ever closer, baring their fangs and snarling, waiting for the moment to strike. She watched them calmly, waiting along with them for the first moment of action.
With a sudden flurry of movement, three of the Beowolves sprang forward, claws outstretched ready to rend her flesh and teeth preparing to rip her to pieces.
Right at the last moment, the girl disappeared in a burst of rose petals.
The Beowolves, expecting to crash into their victim, were thrown off balance when they only encountered empty air, rolling into the snow and scanning the area, trying to locate their missing target. One of the Grimm looked up into the sky and unleashed a fierce roar as it finally found their prey.
The girl had leapt up into the sky in a burst of speed and was now silhouetted against the moon; her hood had fallen back revealing her short black hair tinged with red and her piercing silver gaze. Her cape whirled like a crimson ribbon behind her, and as she twisted in midair, she retrieved her weapon from its place behind her and set its sight downward toward the pack. The large, compact rifle appeared bulky and extravagant, painted red with black metal highlights, and yet she wielded it with the utmost delicacy as she sent her first shot hurtling down toward the earth.
The roaring Beowolf was abruptly silenced as the sniper shot sliced through its head, and it collapsed back down to the ground as the other Grimm watched. This only served to fuel their excitement, and they closed in on the girl as she fell back to earth.
The girl landed and was immediately set upon by the monsters. She leapt quickly over one as it rushed at her, killing it with a shot to its back as she did so. She landed and brought up her weapon to take another one in the side, howling in pain as its life abruptly ended. A third one she took head on, her shot going right through its core. She rolled backward, coming out of the role as she transformed the weapon into its second form – that of a large scythe.
The group of Beowolves considered the girl. With the weapon now in its melee form, it would be much more dangerous to rush in to meet the young warrior. One of the Grimm, a younger, more inexperienced Beowolf, charged in, heedless of the danger. The girl stopped it with a downward strike of the curved blade of the scythe, hooking it around the creature's head. As it faced her and bared its fangs in rage, the girl could not help but smile to herself at the young monster's recklessness. However, she brushed the thought aside and pulled the trigger of her scythe, using the weapon's recoil to send the blade completely through the Beowolf, bisecting it.
As the creature's body began to dissolve, the rest of the pack rushed forward towards the girl. She used the momentum of her shot to rotate the weapon while simultaneously expelling the shell of the spent bullet. The scythe's head sank into the ground, and she used it as a makeshift sniper stand to give her stability as she took fire upon the pack, dropping several before they could reach her.
One managed to come close and took a swipe at her legs with her claws, but the girl was too quick, leaping nimbly over the attack while firing a shot at point blank range that killed the creature and propelled her several meters away. She twisted in midair and dug the blade back into the ground, coming to land on top of the long handle of the scythe as more of the monsters emerged from the woods to follow after the first pack.
A Grimm lunged at her with a decapitating swipe that she swiftly dodged by twisting around to duck her head and place her feet on the blade of the weapon, still buried in the frozen ground. Her body laying sideways along the handle, she used the recoil of the rifle to fire a shot that sent her spinning, end over end, towards the Beowolf that had missed her while also blowing a hole in a second creature's midsection.
She delivered a kick to her original opponent that sent the creature sprawling to the ground as she returned her feet to the earth, preparing for another assault. Another Grimm approached her from the front as the first stood from the ground behind her with a roar. The girl pushed back the Beowolf before her with two quick slashes across its torso, then turned to finally bisect her original foe, ending the monster's existence in a flurry of red rose petals. She then twisted to the other wounded creature and spun the weapon in a circle, firing off a shot at just the right moment that sent the creature sprawling, a last howl dying in its throat.
One Beowolf had watched this exchange and tried to take advantage of the opening as the blade rotated, only to be caught around the head and swiftly decapitated by the scythe's deadly recoil as it propelled the sharp metal forward through its neck. The body slumped as the girl spun to take on the next two.
She caught one around the waist and used the recoil to slice through its body while firing a shot at the one behind it, killing them with one motion. The upper portion of the creature's cleaved body landed on another of its kind as more came after the red haired reaper.
Dodging both of their lunges toward her, the girl flipped backwards and the rushed forward toward the monsters. She cut the arm off of one before then taking off its legs and killing it with an upward slice, then wrapped the blade around the head of the next. She rolled and used her blade to bring herself down on top of the creature's head, the sharp blade at its neck. The Beowolf roared its protest, before being quickly silenced as its head was neatly removed from its body. The recoil sent the girl spinning once more into the air like an angel of death. With her appearance, she could have passed for the daughter of the Reaper Himself.
The monsters, however, displayed no fear, even after witnessing her kill so many of the others, whose dissolving bodies littered the ground. They leapt into the air after her, to which she simply used the recoil to meet them halfway. She landed on one and shot it through the chest, spinning towards the others and slicing through them with little effort.
She made her first mistake of the battle as she fell. So focused was she on her opponents in the sky, she almost didn't see the one on the ground in time as she fell back to earth again. The creature managed to swat her back with one of its clawed arms, and she dug the scythe blade into the ground to slow herself, sliding to a stop several meters away from the pack.
She looked upon them calmly, taking a moment to reload her weapon's empty clip, then activated the sniper scythe's third and final form. The blade rotated ninety degrees until it was pointed straight above her head, and then she rushed forward in a burst of rose petals, the blade spinning several times around her as she carved a swath of destruction through the pack. Limbs and bullet casings flew through the air, and the sounds of snarling and gunshots echoed through the meadow.
Finally, one monster was left. This one she knocked to the ground and ended with a shot right to the muzzle that propelled her backwards. She landed and brought her blade up behind her, surveying the destruction she had wrought upon the pack of Grimm, as the casings from her bullets only now began to drop into the snow from the sky.