Chapter 1: How This All Began
"In other news, today marks the eight year anniversary of a tragic death in Atlas where the-", the news report is silenced when a young man closes his scroll while stepping off a train that had arrived at Vale from Atlas. It was raining outside but in the mind of this young man, nothing was going to ruin the look of determination in his face.
He walked over to a small coffee stand and ordered a small black coffee, he had never had coffee before but he never had been to Vale before so he wanted to start his arrival here with something new. Putting up the hood of his brown cloak over his head, he began walking out into the rainy streets of Vale. He was excited that he had come this far in his training as to be accepted into Beacon as a Hunter, he decided to take what looked like a shortcut which led him through a dark alleyway though he didn't like taking chances but was anxious to arrive at Beacon as soon as possible and headed into the dark alleyway.
Standing under the only light around. The young man began to cautiously approach the two men from which he could hear them talking among themselves when what feels like a hand gripped his right shoulder, he spun around and saw a new figure, much larger than the two now behind himself. The young man knew what was about to happen even before the towering figure spoke, or just assumed the worst, "Look at what we have here." being confident he could take on all three men, the young man shoulder charges the largest figure and you could hear the blow breaking a bone or two in the large man.
As the large figure dropped to the ground, the other two figures under the single light pulled their guns and opened fire on him. He quickly slid under their path of fire and tripped one of the two men to the ground. Standing up to swing at the last guy he threw up his gun to block the blow of the young man, kicking him in his chest sending him to the ground breathless. The large figure now looming over the young man slowly put a hand over the young man's throat lifting him up off the ground above himself. The large thug threw the young man to the ground causing him to land on his left arm breaking a bone or two which left a smug across the large thug's face. The young man made an attempt to stand up and in response the large figure grabbed him and slammed him against a wall under the only light in the alleyway with enough force to cause a small web of cracks in the wall.
As the young man sat slouched against the wall half-conscious, one of the thugs opens fire on the young man with a quick burst of bullets to the chest. The largest man drew a knife and crushed the young man's leg by stomping on it, also giving a few quick stabs. The young man lied there bleeding out and seeming lifeless the two figures helped up the tripped man, and they walked away into the darkness of the alleyway laughing and boasting. The storm had grown violent during the brawl and as the last thug disappeared into the darkness thunder and lightning sounded and flashed off.
Heels clicking on stone begin to echo in the darkness, a woman's voice can be heard close by, "Well looks like he lived." A man's voice can also be heard as the young man slowly opens his eyes, unable to move from the pain and broken limbs, "You want to waste your time with him? He's better off dead, not worth your time if you ask me."
The woman's tone changes, "Well good thing I'm not asking you, now do as you were told." The man sighs, and the young man still barely able to see can make out the two figures images faintly, he notices the woman is wearing a red dress and the man has a hat on while wearing a white coat and holding a cane. The woman kneels down next to the boy and speaks softly, "It's good you are alive, would have been a waste of potential." After speaking to the young man, she stands up and walked away with the heels of her shoes clicking on the pavement and echoing in the dark alleyway. The figures shadows flashing in the darkness on the alleyway walls. The young man left wondering what that woman meant by her statement, had she been watching the fight? He begins to black out during this thought while the male figure lifts him up, everything fading to black.
The young man sits straight up panicked and with his vision blurred slightly, he stops and closes his eyes for a moment trying to be calm, wondering if that dream had been real. Opening his eyes and beginning to look around the room the thought of how he got here, and why he was half naked and strapped to a bed at his wrists crossed his mind. He looked at his wounds which were covered with stitches and bandages and then looking up and spotting his clothes which were wet and stained with blood laid out on a counter next to him beside a sink.
The boy closes his eyes again and after a few seconds opens them again and sees a woman in a red dress with black hair and amber orange eyes standing in the room's doorway leaning against the door frame, "Well it's good to see you awake, now what might your name be?" she asks innocently smiling. The boy coughs as he inhales a good breath of air considering the injuries he's sustained, "Damien, Damien Aratin," responding hesitantly. The woman walks around the room sliding her hand around the counters as she walks, "Well Damien, whether you like it or not you owe me your life." Damien sits up slightly more than his original stance and coughing a little more, "Why do I owe you anything, especially my life?"
"Well because I saved your life, what can you do to repay that?" She smirks.
"Considering the fact that you will most likely try to stop me from leaving, if by any chance I could manage that," he shakes his hands which are still strapped to the bed, "I suppose I have no other choice than to accept that I owe you my life, " his eyes flicker with purple flame as he winces from the pain his body is enduring and suppressing most of, "but what do you intend to do with my life?"
She laughs for a moment at the Damien's question, "Well whatever I want to of course, as you are now mine, you have no choice but to do as I say" she smiles while walking away. She stops in the doorway and looks over her shoulder, "Also, you'll learn my name in time so don't worry too much about it." Her tone dark and filled with a certain kind of darkened evil to it.
Damien was having quite a hard time with figuring out what that woman's intentions were, but he is certain whatever her intentions are they mean little harm at the moment, but why she takes an interest in him is a big question, Damien is the son of a family that is as wealthy as the Schnee family. But now he is stuck on deciding whether to follow through, or try to escape, Damien notices a glass crutch by the door and wonders if the woman had done that, he finds that amazing, but he must stay focused, and must find some way out of here. Hell if he could just get to his things on the counter it would be easy, but now wasn't the time to let some random woman figure out what he was hiding, he needed to get to Beacon and he had to do it quick. He slowly begins to pass out now that his body has been enduring so much of the pain and suppressing quite a bit of it, slowly begins to fall asleep and within seconds is so.
~Please understand that this is still a WIP as I'm not the best with grammar. I hope everyone enjoys it and could leave some helpful advice for keeping this going :D~
