A/N: Well, if you guys are reading this i guess you are gonna read this chapter, so let's make things clear: This is AU (For obvious reasons) where a new nation in the midst of it's own war will collide with the world of Remnant. They never had Grimm, Ideals will collide, treaties will be signed (and put to the test) and the world will have to handle a new race, one that could be worse than the Grimm, cause the only thing worse than an evil enemy, is an enemy that believes that what he/she/they are doing is objectively and morally correct. If you are not a fan of war, espionage, and cruelty then please alt-f4 out of this fic (unless your on phone, then just go back)

-Protagonists POV-

The ground beneath me was frozen, the cold turned the earth into a slushy of mud, snow and shrapnel. I adjusted my scarf around my neck and mouth as another gust of cold wind and snow blew over me.

I peeked out of my foxhole, dozens of others were as far as my sight allowed me to see in the night. I shivered in place as a marine came into camp and yelled "Ash Wilson! Your turn to keep watch!" I sighed, grabbed my carbine and yelled back "Got it! On my way!"

I got up, put my reinforced steel helmet on and made my way down the dirt path. I looked around at the others, foxholes filled with five to fifteen men, some with fires in the deepest point, others with an actual wood floor and others with a tent pitched over them. The marines in the foxholes all were either sleeping, talking about some random topic to pass the time, others were eating or writing.

It took me five minutes to reach the outer perimeter of the camp, trenches and gun emplacements all the way to the bottom of the valley. I walked into one of the trenches, took a seat behind one of the dozens of machine gun emplacements and kept watch, yawning every now and then as the minutes passed.

I eventually got bored and started humming to myself, tapping my foot lightly on the frozen wood planks beneath me and playing air-guitar as the notes came to my head. I smiled as good memories of being on stage with my friends flooded my head for a brief period, those days were easily some of the greatest days I've lived.

But, now i was here, a reserve solider who lived in a slum neighborhood among marines from higher social classes, armed with an outdated carbine, a standard .45 pistol, winter uniform and foot and a half long bayonet saber. In the middle of a valley, at below 40° Celsius, all i felt was my heart beat and my eyes blinking, everything else was numb to the point i had to kick a log hard enough just to feel pain to make sure my feet weren't frozen.

Yup, the "Greatest adventure of my life" and i was just sitting here, machine gun in front of me and at least 800 marines and reserve troops to my back, fun. I remember how i ended up here, about a month ago my town was attacked by the northern forces, we were dragged out of our homes and chased south, way south.

I enlisted, same as my older brother and sister did a few years back, went through two weeks of boot camp, two weeks, to learn how to use and maintain a carbine, pistol, basic equipment, how to man a machine gun, talk in code and fight with my are hands if necessary.

All of us, the reserve, the enlisted, the new guys, all of us were unequipped, untrained, not prepared, for front line combat. But a week after our training we were deployed, sent into the mountains to fight the enemy.

Now, a week into my service, i was here, in the cold, watching the valley along with a dozen other poor bastards like me for the enemy. I remember how the marines described them "Black masses with white teeth, glowing eyes that pierced your soul and claws that could rip a man in two"

I doubted this, at least, until the flares shot up into the night sky, illuminating the valley in a eerie green light. I put my hand on the grip, looked around and started hearing men to the west, up stream, begin to scream. Then the siren sounded off, as our own flares shot up in a bright red glow, then, i saw them.

Across the valley I could see them, their black uniforms contrasting with the white snow as they seemed to growl, carrying swords, spears, clubs, shields, and staffs. I panicked, pulled my radio out and reported "Contact! Enemy forces are crossing the creek!" On the other end i could hear an old man mutter some jumbled phrase then ordered "All units on patrol, fire at will! Do not let those bastards break the line!"

And with that, the shooting started, our red tracer rounds flew past their green magic blasts as we exchanged shots with the enemy. I screamed as loud as i could as i fired at the other side of the valley, watching as dozens of them fell dead, just to see four dozen more come running towards us.

I ran out of ammo fast, and found myself having to reload this heavy gun while green blasts of magic flew beside and over me. Then i could hear the first explosions strike the enemy, mortars and artillery rained down on them from the top of the valley, decimating them by the dozens.

I finished reloading the gun, but was knocked back when a blast of green energy destroyed my gun emplacement. I panted as my ears rang, looked around and saw as the marines and enemy started fighting further down the valley. I got my carbine, loaded it and started firing at them as they started running up our side of the valley.

One fell, then two, five, twelve, and so on, firing on and on, only pausing when i needed to reload or take cover. But they just kept coming, wave after wave, man after man, on and on, each more ruthless than the last.

I was running out of ammo by this point, and had the enemy getting up to five feet close to me. I couldn't see their faces, the flares had dimmed down, and the machine gun line was broken. I simply did what i was told in training "Shoot the enemy until you run out of ammo, then beat them with your gun until it breaks, then use your saber, then, when it all is broken, use your fists."

I threw a grenade at a group coming up to me, watched them panic then turned around and saw one of them charging at me with a sword, his teeth bared and his eyes glowed in the darkness.

Then, with the light of the explosion, we both saw our true faces, his face went from a pitch black mass with sharp teeth and glowing green eyes to a round white face, riddled with freckles, mouth slightly agape and eyes wide with only one emotion in them, fear.

I lowered my gun, he lowered his sword, both of us eye to eye as the battle continued around us, screams and violence unfiltered and unchained. He panted as he shook his head, dropped his sword and deserted the battlefield, running back down the valley to his own side, kid couldn't have been older than 15. I looked down at the dead bodies and saw their faces, alot of them were men between 18 and 30 but another good amount were teenagers or elderly men, all coming in wave after wave.

I hurried back into the camp and found a group of marines signalling me to go over to them. I took cover as a small volley of blasts flew over head, then, right as i was about to run to their foxhole, they blew up.

I saw as limbs, heads and chunks of meat flew all over the place, then stayed behind my cover, a knocked down tree. I peeked over and screamed, firing of the last rounds of my carbine as the blasts flew past me, missing as i kept my flurry going, until..

Click.

Out of ammo, i swore to myself and took cover again, watching as the tracers and blasts flew over head. I pulled out my servicemen's testament, searched for the verse and prayed in a low, cracking tone "Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death-" I hear an explosion along with screaming, but continue as my eyes watered "-I will fear no evil, for you are with me;" my own tears streamed down my cheeks as i sniffled and heard them coming closer, and finished in a shaky voice, fuzzy vision and lip quivering "Y...y..your rod and your staff, they comfort me."

I was crying, in the middle of this slaughter and pain i cried like a baby, I looked up, testament in hand and whispered "Please.. Please don't let me die, not here... I just want to see the sun rise one more time... Give me the strength i need for that.."

That was the first time in my life that i prayed.

The whole night i spent behind that log, the battle slowing down as the hours passed, bullets seized and were replaced by high explosive artillery strikes, while the enemy completely rained hell on us, eventually the explosions and blasts from both sides were too much for the valley, and caused land slides.

Large chunks of earth, snow and trees consumed the bottom of the valley, dragging and killing anyone in it's wake. Then, after nine hours of fighting, it ended, no more shooting, no screaming, nothing, just absolute stillness.

Eventually reinforcements arrived, found the entire valley destroyed and searched for survivors. Took them an hour or two to find me, but when they did they called it "A miracle"

Apparently I was the only survivor of the battle, but it didn't make me feel better, quite the opposite really. All the guys i trained with, some old friends, good leaders, all of them, dead.

I was pulled out of that damn valley, sent back to the nearest town on the back of a truck. You could see the look of both disappointment and shock on the civilians faces when i was the only one to get off the truck.

I was rushed into a clinic, the whole place had other soldiers on stretchers all awaiting treatment, some had burns, frostbite, or shrapnel embedded into their flesh, others were missing limbs or chunks of their faces. I was taken to one of the empty rooms in the back, i could see the blood of the last guy on the floor as i took my clothes off, feeling how parts of it snapped off and stuck to my skin after freezing with my sweat.

But, eventually i was being treated for frostbite, got some splinters and shrapnel removed and even stitched, apparently i had gotten cut on my right arm by a stray bullet. But, once i was patched i was sent to an Inn on the other in of town, where at least two dozen other men who had gotten injured were staying.

I looked at the others, all were from different fronts, all were reserve, and all were glad to be breathing. I walked through the halls, into my room and found four other soldiers sleeping in the bunks, couch and floor. I gave a sore smile and put a bedroll on the floor, slid in and fell asleep, actual sleep.

Not that it did me any good, especially seeing how i had nightmares of the valley...

- Across the Ocean to the East -

-Third Person POV -

A man walked through the dark back streets, his coat reached his knees and he wrapped his red scarf around his nose and mouth. He pulled out a small radio from his coat pocket and reported "I'm on site, awaiting for the target to arrive.."

On the other end a female voice informed him "Good, our source tells us that the target will commit a robbery exactly one block away from your location. Kill the target, and for the love of god..." The man held a revolver on his free hand and smirked when he saw all six loaded, then the woman finished ".. No civilian casualties this time, John."

John chuckled as he cut the call, fixed his coat up slightly then walked to the end of the alley, and watched for his target. His mid back long white hair blew with the gentle breeze as he watched his target strut down the street like be owned the place, Roman Torchwick.

John furrowed his brows and reported in "Target on sight... Roman Torchwick... Fancy bastard, and he even came with his crew..." John cocked his revolver and informed "I will wait until the robbery is over, then i will attack, will keep radio silence until my objective is complete.."

He turned the radio off before command could reply, then watched as a henchman argued with someone in the back. Then, out of the blue, the henchman was sent flying into the front. He watched as the target ordered another one to attack the unknown assailant, and watched the second henchman fly through the front window along with a red blur. John watched and saw some girl in a black and red dress stand in the midst of the dirt cloud.

John watched how she fought the henchmen, her unique fighting style being memorized, every small movement, every swing and jump, everything. Eventually all the henchmen were out cold, as Roman told the unknown girl in a slightly irritated tone "Well Red, i think we can all say it's been an eventful evening. And as much as I'd love to stick around, this is where we part-"

John cut in as he fired from the shadows, hitting Roman's shoulder and causing him to spin in the air briefly then fall. The girl turned around and watched as John slowly walked beside her, his face still concealed under the red scarf as the spurs from his boots jingled with every step.

John kicked Roman's cane away, aimed right between his eyes and muttered "Go to hell son of a bi-" He heard something moving and quickly dodged a purple blast of energy that came from behind him, he turned and saw a blonde woman pointing a whip at him, obviously she fired at him.

John groaned as he pulled out a second revolver from under his coat and aimed, one at Roman, the other at the woman. The woman stood in front of the girl and demanded "Put your weapons down!" John glared at her, and asked "You want me to put my revolves down..?"

The woman could feel an ominous vibe coming from him as John walked over to Roman, stomped on his chest then aimed both cannons at the her. John popped his neck and stated in a serious tone "This man beneath me is a criminal who has been supplying my country's enemy with dust... Punishment of which is death.." The woman pulled her whip back and prepared to send him into kingdom come, but was interrupted when John shot her whip, cutting it in two with just one shot.

The girl pointed her scythe at the ground under her and fired, sending herself up over the woman and at John. However John kicked Roman back and dodge rolled away from the girl's scythe, then took aim at her. The girl swung her scythe by firing and using it's momentum, but John saw how she fought earlier, and instead of backing off or staying in place, he charged at her and spin kicked her aside with ease, causing him to give a small chuckle of amusement.

However his amusement faded when he turned around and found the place where he threw Roman at was now empty. John looked around quickly, then watched as a ship flew over them, with Roman yelling "I'll get you next time! So long, Cowboy!"

John growled as he put away both revolvers and pulled out a Kodiak revolver/Hand cannon, aimed the Goliath of a gun, and fired. The shot itself sent John into the pavement, obviously the kick from a .600 nitro express would do that to someone shooting it from an over-sized revolver, but, it did it's job and pierced through the ship as it flew away.

John groaned as he got back up, put his cannon away and walked away from the combat zone. However he stopped when he heard both women back on their feet and groaned out "He got away thanks to both of you... Just thought I'd point it out.."

The woman grabbed him by the shoulder and ordered "You have the right to remain silent, anything you say or do can, and will be used agai-" John spun around and punched her square in the face, sending her down to the ground and knocking her out as he whistled out to something in the city.

The girl ran up to him as he simply stood there, and pointed at her with both hand, causing her to stop. John chuckled, and told her in a genuinely proud tone "That was some fancy shooting... Your pretty good.." then a horse came out of the alleys. The girl jumped back a bit when she saw this four legged creature arrive, then watched as John got on top of it, then rode away into the night. John rode all the way to the edge of the city, then pulled out his radio and ordered "Requesting Evac. ASAP."

On the other end the woman replied with "Helicopter is on it's way, ETA is five minutes." John sighed then informed "Mission failed... Local police and vigilante got in the way and let the target escape..." The woman on the other end sighed and muttered "Guess we can cut the fake name crap now... Oh and we got news about your step son."

The man took his scarf off and asked "Thomas?" The woman replied dryly "Other son.." He groaned and asked "What did Ash do now..?" She remained silent as she whispered "He enlisted about a month ago... And was put in the valley.."

The man went quiet, he stared at the radio, then at the moon, and asked "Can that helicopter hurry?" She replied with a simple yes, then he cut the call and muttered "So the time has come... Whitefield will reveal itself to this place... Poor bastards aren't ready for what's coming.."

He chuckled as he gave it more thought, then whispered to himself "He's all grown up.. Old friend.." as he held a photo of himself and another guy, both in uniform while it snowed. He smiled then whistled to himself "Gunslinger" and waited for the helicopter to pick him up.

A/N:If you made it this far, thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed the chapter, and if you would like to see this fic continued, please let me know.

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