Hey Guys and Girls! This is Kain Le' Noir and my first Fan Fic! I love this site and I am hoping for some great feedback on this story! I appreciate all constructive comments. PS. This is a Prologue
"No!" I screamed as I watched the people of our village cut down by The Grimm. I began to run to help, screaming for my parents. "Leila!" Ches yelled; grabbing my arms. "It's too late! They are gone!" Ches yelled in my ear over the sounds of the slaughter. "No! There has to be someone alive! I can't leave them!" I shrieked, struggling to break away from his grip. "Leila!" Ches yelled as he spun me around to face him. The sadness on his face finally broke me. "They're all gone! If we don't survive then there will be nobody left to grieve for them!" I had never seen my friend so terrified. He was my rock and right then, in front of me, he shattered. "They're gone." Ches whispered, tears beginning to run down his face. A scream rose above the rest. I twisted to see Bella attacked by a Beowolf. My brother Tariq quickly impaled it with a spear. Grabbing Bella's unconscious body Tariq yelled "We need to go now!" I looked up to Ches " Are." He took a second to get the shaking out of his voice. "Are you with us?" he asked. I nodded, the tears running down my face tracking through the ash and dirt.
With a grim smile he picked me up and ran. Tariq quickly followed, with Bella over his shoulder. Through pools of blood, past bodies of the people we had known all our lives, weaving in and out of shattered buildings. I tried to cover my ears, trying to block out the sounds. My left ear felt wet and, confused, I removed my hand to look and I realized it was gone. The howls, the shrieking, the hideous unthinkable sounds when each and every scream was silenced. I closed my eyes, trying to unsee what I knew I would see in my nightmares. The bodies, the blood, the shattered remnants of my life. The Grimm.
Then they appeared. The Enshadowed. Horrible men corrupted by darkness. In squads they ran behind the Grimm driving them forward into our village. Every single one was laughing. A sick laugh, the one of a creature that enjoyed every bit of it's horrific work and didn't even know it. It was the laughter of psychopaths. It was not the Grimms fault. They were animals, dangerous animals sure, but animals all the same. Only the elder Grimm had an intelligence. These men, no these beasts, were to blame for everything.
In that moment, rage flowed through my veins, akin to the blood running through the streets. With tears pouring down my face, I promised myself that I would hunt down these men, no, these despicable beasts. I would hunt and kill them until none remained. I hated these foul creatures as I had hated nothing else. They had caused the destruction and death of my friends, neighbors, and family; razed my town to the ground and in whatever they had for a heart, I knew, they had enjoyed every second.
Of the five thousand people who had lived in Meadow Wall, only four remained. Ches Cat and his sister Bella and my brother Tariq Blud and I.
I was ten years old.
Two weeks later, we collapsed in a village a mile from Vale. We were found by a young Faunus couple within an hour. We were exhausted, blood soaked, and terrified. Ches was left with a scar on his shoulder and a slight limp from being bitten on the thigh by a Beowolf. Tariq had three large claw marks on his right arm and several lacerations on his chest. I lost my left hand. To this day I am not sure when it happened. All I know is that I had it when Ches picked me up and when we got to the village it was gone. Bella was comatose for two weeks. She woke up screaming. It took us three hours to calm her down. The Grimm that had attacked her had left her with three huge scars down her back, a scarred ear, and a scar running from her forehead down to her chin. An inch to the right and she would have lost her left eye.
The next month was a flood of police officers, Huntsmen, and government officials.
Then, finally, he arrived. Professor Ozpin dismissed every person in the room with a wave of his hand. We waited for ten minutes, in which he took turns staring into our eyes. Finally he gave us a choice.
We could stay here in this village. Be adopted by some family, most likely separated. Or, we could come with him, where we would be able to live and grow together. Where we could learn and train to become strong. Strong enough to make sure that what had happened to us would never happen again.
Without a word we stood and left with him to begin our new lives. To train to become warriors, fighting the dark of this world. We went to become Huntsmen.
