A/N: Hey guys this is my first fanfiction ever so I hope I do a good job. I accept criticism so if you guys think I should do something differently be sure to let me know. I got the idea of Chaos Items from Akame Ga Kill is if it isn't clear. The story of RWBY is the product of and belongs to the amazing Monty Oum (may god rest his talented soul) and Rooster Teeth (who are an amazing team of creators and players, I love their videos). So without further ado, lets start the first chapter!
Chapter 1: A New Story Begins
It was a Wednesday night, the wind brushed against my face as I stood atop the edge of a roof; looking down on the scene below me. Fifteen armed thugs were loading crates full of dust onto an airship. Judging by the insignia on the back of their uniforms and the amount of dust these guys were stealing, it was safe to say that this was another White Fang raid.
Well, this should be fun, I thought as I jumped from my hiding spot and landed in the middle of their little robbery, startling the guys around me and causing one to drop a crate on his foot. I had to keep myself from laughing my ass off as he hopped on his left leg while clutching his right foot; all the while just cursing to the air. He finally managed to bear the pain and stood on two feet again.
"Well, well, well, looky here boys! Seems we got our ourselves a little hero, don't we?"
I turned around and saw a towering man completely hidden behind a forest green cloak that I hadn't noticed before. He had the hood pulled up covering his face so I couldn't make out anything about the mysterious figure other than the fact that he was most likely the leader of this operation. Even so, I still felt that he was grinning wildly while he stared me down.
The one who dropped the crate replied with a smirk,"We sure do boss, just another hero to kill!"
A hero, I thought, right. Twelve of them armed with swords all charged me at once.
Wow, these guys are a lot dumber than I thought!
I flipped over the first two and equipped my sword, Nethersbane.
"Let's dance boys!" The two I had jumped over simply replied by rushing, as if that was going to do them any good. I grinned as I decided to meet them halfway. One of them went for a strike at my legs while the other tried for horizontal strike coming from my right. I jumped upwards and positioned my sword so I blocked the strike aiming for my ribs and dodged the one below me. The force of the strike caused me to fly a few feet to my left but other than that I sustained no damage. Ten more joined them as they all charged again but this time I waited for them.
Step out, parry, parry, block, push back, strike, strike, strike. Jump kick, dodge, parry, elbow followed by a spin hook. Duck, leg sweep, axe-kick, spin strike, block, dodge, attack, block, strike, parry, strike, strike.
I followed the my "instincts" and completely made fools out of the thugs; cutting through their numbers like paper. While it all may have seemed to happen in slow motion to me, that was just because of my skill and reflexes; of course, my semblance didn't hurt either. To the people I was fight I probably seemed like a red and black blur of death.
BANG!
I quickly turn around move my head to avoid being hit by a stream of bullets. The three White Fang members left all had assault rifles. Dodging them wasn't too hard, I could practically see the bullet lines from years of training. I just weaved in between the bullets as I made myself closer to the shooters and deflected the rest that I couldn't dodge with my sword. While I was going totally ninja on these suckers I snuck a glance at the cloaked figure. His arms were crossed and it looked he was studying me, finding how I tick. While still couldn't make out his face, half of his arm was sticking due to him crossing them. I could see what looked like some type of gauntlets with a white and golden design to them. Thick black wires came out of them and then back in; small golden cylinders that reminded me of batteries also protruded out.
My eyes widened, Is that what I think it is!? I was finishing off the last soldier left when the mysterious man seemingly read my thoughts.
"Yes, you are correct, this is a chaos item!" The man suddenly threw off his cloak, exposing his heavily muscled chest covered only by what seemed to be a black tank top with white trimmings. "Say hello to Tempest Alignment!" The man suddenly aimed his gauntlets at me and shot out a stream of electricity that caught me by surprise. I barely had enough time to raise my sword to absorb the strike before I felt unimaginable pain.
"AAHG!" I doubled over in pain and dropped onto one knee, and tried to use my sword to push myself off the ground. The man chuckled as he made his way over to me all the while still still electrocuting me with his Chaos Item. If it wasn't for my unique ability I would have already either blacked out from the pain, or died. As soon as I was able to stand on two feet again the colossal man simply smacked me away into a brick wall as if I was nothing more than a rag doll.
The man shook his head, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, how disappointing. After I saw how you handled those useless goons I thought that you may actually perform as decent entertainment, but it seems that I am wrong. You are nothing but a pest, and insects like don't deserve to live in this world!" The man was practically shouting at the clouds at this point.
"You underestimate me", I said as I rose up from the ground.
The man's eyes were as wide as disks.
"H-H-How?" He took a step back, "Y-You should be dead! No one could survive with that much electricity coursing through them!" He took another step back, and gulped out of fear. "Who are you?"
I merely smirked as I approached the cowering giant as if I wasn't just blasted with 250,000 volts of electricity. "I am the defender of the weak! I am a hero for justice! I, am Rythin Stormblood! And I too, am a Chaos wielder."
"What? Which Chaos Item do you wield?"
I smiled wildly as I drew out my sword once more. "I was hoping you'd ask that", I replied while changing Nethersbane into its whiplash form where the blade can stretch indefinitely with the fluidity of a whip, but still keeps the scales as blades to cut down my enemies. "Mysterious stranger, meet Nethersbane; my Chaos Item."
"I see, even so you are no match against me and my Tempest Alignment!" He shot at me again but this time I was expecting it. I stood my ground and absorbed his attack with my sword before sending it back at him. Of course, because of his Chaos Item electrical attacks don't hurt him much; but the blast still disoriented him enough to give me an opening to rush up and slash with my sword. I could tell right off the bat that his skin was a lot stronger than regular skin, whether it be from genetic enhancement or something to do with his semblance. Still, he started to bleed from from multiple cuts, wearing him down. While his attacks were strong, they were also predictable. He must have figured this out because he tried something new by trying to sweep my legs and combo his attacks into a more fluid chain. While I was surprised by his sudden innovation in his attacks, it was fairly easy to evade and counter him blow for blow; but the same couldn't be said for him.
For every strike I saw an opening: when he tried a right hook to my head I simply ducked and stepped under his punch giving him one of my own, once he tried a leg sweep I simply jumped up and used a tornado roundhouse on him causing him to spin a few times before he recovered and charged like a bull leading with a punch.
This is just too easy. I front flipped over him and pushed off his back with a kick using both feet while the charging brute tumbled slid to halt once he banged his head against a brick wall.
"Wow a minute ago you were lecturing me about how I was a disappointment, but look at you, you suck", I said followed by my signature smirk.
"You, you fucking punk! I'll wipe that smug grin off your face, after I use it to wipe the floor", he practically growled at me. His face resembled the color of a tomato, and I could see that sparks were starting to fly off his body signaling his rage.
This could be good or bad. If he's mad enough then he'll become more predictable and try less innovative attacks. On the other hand, if this is some sort of special ability that I triggered, then I could very much be turned to a crisp, literally.
Of course because of my luck, it turned out to be the latter. Using all that electricity he suddenly boosted in front of me and grabbed me by the throat. My initial thought of him trying to choke me out quickly disappeared when he yelled something to the sky, "Tempest, smite my enemy!" The sky gave out a rumble as clouds started to form.
"Oh, shi-", was all I managed to get out before lightning pierced the clouds and struck us both. While I screamed, he laughed maniacally.
You know, considering your luck with these sort of things, you should have expected something like this would have happened. I mean come on, how do not have a pla-
Not helping! Now, give me an idea about how to get out of this.
"Tempest, smite him again!" Another bolt came crashing down, sending me screaming in pain once more.
How about breaking his family jewels, if you get my drift.
You know, that's not such a bad idea.
"Again, smite him, smite him, smite him!" Shock after shock, blow after blow, scream after scream. "You did well getting me this beaten up, but now it's over! Once I reach Shock-point there's nothing you can do. You might as well just kill yours- AAAAHHH!"
One powerful knee strike to the groin was all it took to shut him up. When he let go to clutch his (now broken) family jewels I decided to unleash Nethersbane's special move on him.
"Bleeding Wounds!" I yelled, unleashing a flurry of attacks that caused caused many cuts to form on his body with massive bleeding coming from them. The man dropped onto his knees covered in blood, his shirt now teared up beyond recognition, and gauntlets without a scratch. Chaos Items cannot be damaged. Sure, they might get a little dirty or dusty, but they can't be wearied down; at least there's been no record of it ever happening. I noticed the dude didn't have much longer before he died; I may or may not have also laced the blade with a very deadly poison. I needed to know something, "Where did you get your Chaos Item?"
"He told me you'd come"
"He? Who's he? Who are you talking about, who told you?"
"He said you'd be strong, to be careful", the man started chuckling, "but I didn't think you'd be much of a threat. Guess I was wrong." He barely managed to pull out a slip of paper from his pocket. With his last dying breath he managed to get out, "Who ever this guy is….. h-he's stronger than any of us, never...never seen someone like him. If you have a-a god…. I'd pray for a quick….. death." With that his body went limp and his eyes rolled back into its' sockets; he died.
Dammit, he's dead! Oh well, wonder what's on that slip of paper.
I picked it up from the man's cold, dead hands. As soon as I did his gauntlets shimmered then shattered into little pieces of light. Like I said earlier, nothing can destroy Chaos Items; since the owner of them died they just disappear and then reappear somewhere else in the world. Chaos Items only appear for someone if you're worthy, and can only work for certain people whom the item takes a liking to. For example, while I'm considered worthy by all Chaos Items, not all of them may like me. So I'll see every Chaos Item, but I can't use them all. Who knows, maybe they'll all like me.
Focus Rythin, what's in that slip of paper?
Right, sorry. Lets see what we have he-.
My internal voice was cut off as I gasped not believing my own eyes. I was left speechless as I just stared at the writing on the piece of paper, trying to find out if what I was seeing was real and not just a figment of my imagination.
A kid by the name of Rythin Stormblood will try to come and stop you, your objective is to kill him. Be warned, he is dangerous and you should proceed with caution. 50,000 lien has already been transferred to your account, an additional 150,000 lien will be added once the objective is complete. There's a bonus if you make his death as painful as possible.
The message itself wasn't what stunned me. It was the symbol at the bottom: an open book with a set of eyes; one eye on each page.