A/N : Hey, people. This is the my first fanfiction, and it's a little dark in places, so don't hate on it.
RWBY: BRNS' tale
Prelude: The Incident
Darkness creeped over the nation of Vale, and the city lights shined like starts. The Schnee Dust Company Tower stands out as a mass of light, shining over everything else in the city, and all seems peaceful. However, near the bottom of the enormous tower, right outside a door for maintenance workers is a young boy, working on picking the lock to the door. His name is Nerik. Formerly an orphan, he simply roams the street and slums by himself, stealing money and fending for him and him alone.
As he picks the lock, Nerik thinks about the job he is about to do: steal video disks containing footage over any mistreatment over Faunus workers. Why they wanted it, he didn't care. The people who contracted him, the White Fang, were willing to pay a lot of money for those disks. Jiggling the one of his lock picks a certain way; he unlocked the door and smiled to himself. Go time.
Bounding up the stairs, moving two or three steps at a time, Nerik noticed that the building had a serious lack of security. The only people he had passed were several workers attempting to make their way home, and all Nerik had to do was slide past them, earning weird looks from them. But other than that, no alarms, no guards, nothing on the stairs or doors. Certainly something strange was going on. Nerik know there were at least 60 floors, and the chairman's room was at the top level. So it shocked him to see that there were only 58 floors by way of the staircase. Nerik looked at the door leading to the main floor room, and murmured, "Weird. No problem, though." He kicked down the door viciously. What greeted him didn't take so kindly to that.
Nerik was greeted by entire rows of Atlesian 130 Knights. The Knights all turned towards him, brought down their mechanized faceguards, and droned, "Intruder, Identify yourself."
Nerik looked around, searching for any way out of this. The robots surged forward, attempting to restrain him, arms reaching out. Ducking and dodging his way to the center of the room, and took his fighting stance. The robots, seeing him ready for a fight, morphed their arms into their bladed forms, and charged forward.
Activating his gauntlets, Nerik slammed his fist into the faceplate of the first droid he could reach. The gauntlets, which covered his fist in smaller, individual plates for mobility, shot forward about two inches, powered by Air Dust, with enough force to smash a car head-on. Nerik quickly dispatched a few more droids, and spotted an exit on the other side of the room, away from his entrance. Knocking away more knights, he sprinted towards the door, reaching it, and seeing more stairs. Slamming the door on the Knights, he shot upwards towards the next few floors, and did the same with the next few, until he reached a set of double doors. Going into the room, he slammed the door shut, barring it. After moments of banging from Knights on the other end, silence befell the room.
Looking around the top floor—the floor whose only one with enough wealth for the luxurious desk, with the very plush chair, and the highest caliber of computers. This was the office of Atticus Schnee, Chairman and CEO of Schnee Dust Company, and one of the wealthiest men alive.
Nerik moved quickly, poking around the room, through every desk drawer and searching for the video disks. However, he did pocket several nice-looking jewels and Dust crystals, which he kept so he could make some kind of profit off of. Finding a small latch, he found the disks labeled "Accidental Mistreatment of Faunus Workers." Seizing the disks, he slowly made his way to the door, ready to make his way down. But as he walked, he felt a slight breeze flow past his neck, and heard the unmistakable sound of moving gears.
Leaping out of the way, just as a massive Spider-droid, one that easily cracked the marble floor of the room smashed down. Standing straight, the robot was ten feet tall, easily, with four legs and twin rotating cannons on each arm. Nerik grimaced, knowing exactly what this thing was capable of, and that he needed to ask for more money once he got out of this.
The droid surged forward, already blasting at him. Nerik moving at incredible speed, ducked behind the desk. He only had one way to take down this robot, and he hated to do that. But there really was no way out of this.
Leaping over the desk, Nerik sprinted towards the robot, concentrating, and letting his Aura flare, watching as the water-like waves of energy rolled off of him, and leapt onto the Spider-droid, slightly knocking it off balance. Raising his fists clasped together, he brought down his arms onto the head of the Spider-droid, and with the power of his semblance, the droids head crumpled like aluminum foil underneath his hands.
The robot smashed through the floor, going through it, and started falling down, causing a chain reaction, pancaking the other floors beneath them. Finally reaching the ground floor, the Spider-droid, already heavily damaged at this point, was smashed to pieces, and Nerik, panting from adrenaline, rushed outside, only to find rows and rows of police, all with guns pointed straight at him, all prepared to fire. "Hands above your head!" one officer yelled, and Nerik, exhausted, his arm in pain, and not wanting to be shot, obliged. An officer moved in, handcuffed him, shoved him roughly into a car, and slammed the door shut.
Unseen by all, stood a man with a mug of steaming coffee in one hand, and a small video player in the other. He smiled. Things were going to be very interesting.
A/N: Okay, so how was it? Was it enjoyable? If it was, please favorite and review if you liked it. And the next chapters will be in Nerik's POV. Please, again, favorite this, and help motivate me to make more chapters!
