A/N; Hey guys! If you read "The Rise of The Chaos Dragon Slayer" then you know that I had appendicitis, so I'm unveiling The Man of Grimm! Enjoy this story and a word of advice, play some Dracula Untold music. "This Life and the Next." Perfect for this.

Unknown Forest

As the night sky came into view so did the shimmering stars, all in the sky. People sometimes ignore the grimm, the fighting, the theft, and the murders by looking into the sky with hope. The stars are those who have died but still shine brightly to signal that there is still hope in the world. Jonathan Arc wish he could say that once more as he flew above the forest with a bullhead that had a blown engine on its right side.

He looked in the back to see his wife cradling a bundle in her arms, crying and clutching the bundle to herself tightly. He growled as another set of feathers punctured the cold steel of the ship he flew. "Maria! Is he alright?" Jonathan called out, trying to keep the ship steady as it slowly made a downfall.

He held onto the controls as tightly as he could, gritting his teeth before another cry got his attention. This wasn't from the engines, or his wife, but from the mass of Nevermores behind them, all screeching and sending feathers of death to their bullhead. He grit his teeth and spit out a glob of blood onto the right side, looking to the wound in his right stomach. "Beginning recording now… If you're listening to this recording then I, Jonathan Arc, am dead, along with my wife, Maria Arc. We ask that you not look for us because I see no reason to look for two dead people. He is here, and this is my message," Jonathan stated to the scroll that recorded his bleeding face, his blonde hair that once shimmered now drenched in blood and his bold face cut up in a few places.

"Know that I wanted to spend as much time with you as I could, son. I wanted to be there for you, to grow up with you, and to watch you get along with your sisters, but obviously I failed. I want you to know that even if I ain't there for you, I will always be watching you from the stars, and so will your mother. If you are alive, then please. Live on for us, and don't blame yourself for anything! I love you son…" Jonathan groaned before his vision started to blur.

Another caw got his attention and the next thing he knew was that he felt… cold. He couldn't move, and he felt lifeless. He closed his eyes and the ship began to go down in a burning wreck.

Maria Arc could not say she didn't have a good life. She gave birth to so many children, but she just hoped her last would survive. She had tears in her eyes and was sobbing slowly, ignoring the ship as it fell, trying to cradle her son from the picture of her now dead husband whose head made contact with the controls of the bullhead. "Shhh. It's okay little one. It's alright because I'm here for you...," The bundle in her arms moved and Maria pulled the hood off it to reveal a little baby in it with beautiful blue eyes and a few locks of golden hair. He seemed worried but as soon as Maria showed herself he seemed to calm down. "It's okay Jaune… I just only hope that it worked. If we are lucky your semblance can keep you safe from everything that wants to hurt you." She closed her eyes and the bullhead made its impact.

That night a fire lit the sky, and the stars disappeared momentarily.

The bullhead's crashed hull was destroyed. The pilot's seat was crushed in by a branch and the scroll in the male Arc's hand was rolling down the steel floor and the wings were either crushed or just caught in a tree.

A large horde of Grimm made their way towards the crashed bullhead, smelling the dead flesh of humans. They made their way through the burning shards of metal and glass and ripped off the doors and reached in. A large Ursa knocked off a stray pack of beowolves and reached in, scratching its claws against the surface of the metal. It pulled something out and once it did all the Grimm's cries and howls were instantly silenced. The Ursa had a little human bundle in its jaws and laid it on the floor. It laid its head down, almost as if submitting itself to the bundle, but then so did every other grimm. Soon the smoke began to take the shape of an eye that looked down to the bundle.

What stood out from the circling grimm was that a red image stood behind the boy. The image was of a man in some type of tribal clothing with a mane of leaves around his head and a type of mask over his face. Only a kilt of leaves and fur lay on his lower bottom while his chest held that of a thousand scars. The figure walked towards the child and soon let out a roar of pure primal rage that appeared around the entire forest. Figures of all animals ran through the forests, traveling into a vortex of swirling figures that moved gracefully but while also keeping the essence of a wild stallion who had no chains. The figure raised its hands before sending them down into the boy and disappeared in a flash of red and black. The vortex traveled downwards as if entering the boy's body. A cry echoed that night… A cry of death that reigned over the forest that would be known as Death's Pass.

A/N; So this new story will be what I am working on. I may be injured and I will focus on recovery, but for now I wanted to post six chapters of this and then recover because I am getting my brother to type for me. I thank those from the slayer for offering their support and for being patient and I promise to not let you down! Once I am fully healed expect lots of chapter. AMURICA!