NA: hello world, and welcome to the badlands ;) so I had this idea rolling around In my head for awhile now, and I figured I would write it down. I mean, what's the what's that could happen?
The World lurched around the slumbering form of 9-year-old Jaune Arc as something crashed into the bullhead. Screams erupted from his sisters around him, they each knew what was happening, what turbulence on this scale meant. Grimm. And a large one at that.
Jaune was ripped out of his slumber by the horrendous shrieking sound of pure terror. He whipped his head around taking it all in, the forms of his older sisters jammed in seats all shivering In terror, the shuttering, old ,civilian bullhead, and through the open doors of the cockpit, the hunched forms of his mother and father clutching the bullhead controls Trying to keep them alive.
And in an instant, the world was spinning once again, as the massive body of the grimm (presumably a nevermore ) slammed into the side of the bullhead leaving a massive dent in the wall. That sent new and fresh waves of fear through the arc siblings. Kate arc, the second youngest pulled her younger brother Jaune into a fearful embrace, squeezing him for the comfort a familiar form could offer, and Jaune for his part tried to comfort his older sister, awkwardly patting her on the head.
"shhh shhh, it's alright, " he said trying his hardest to not only convince her but also himself That everything going to be 'alright'. In that moment the grimm slammed head first into the bullhead, sending it careening into the ground.
Pain. Oh, the pain. It was blinding, binding him in place with ropes of agony holding him Down like a led weight. He pushed through, hauling himself to his feet. He looked around, the bullhead was in shambles, cloaked in smoke, with bright tongues of flame within. He could hardly see a thing. But he could hear, under the groaning of metal, he could hear the sobbing sound of tears, wails of agony, and even under that, growls, panting, the sound everyone dreaded to hear. The grimm were here.
And then, the ripping sound of tearing flesh echoed through the air. Screams. He tried to run, tried to get away. He stumbled away from the Screams. Still trapped in the bullhead he began searching for the door. He found the door handle and gave a heave, pushing with all the strength his 9-year-old body could give him. The door did not budge. The screens were getting closer, the smoke getting thicker. He began to throw his thin frame against the door hoping against hope that it would open.
A roar pierced the din of sound, he turned slowly and before him stood the most horrifying thing he had ever Seen. It was massive, at least 10 feet tall, with a muscled body covered in black scales, bone armor over that in,the most sensitive areas, it's head was shaped like a bull, two massive horns stained as crimson as its eyes. Eyes that he could not look away from.
He was frozen in terror, could not move, could not even blink as the beast slowly, inexorably, crept its way forward. Thump, thump, thump, the thing grew closer. Thump, thump, CRACK. The sound of shattering bone snapped him out of his dazzled frame of thought. He turned and threw himself against the door in a futile effort to push it open, and in a flash of bright light, it was launched off its hinges.
He fell on his hand and knees, hardly feeling the shards of glass that cut into him. One thought permeated his mind. RUN.
He took off into the night, his feet carrying him faster than he felt possible, he wished he could run faster.
Jaune shifted, his eyes snapping open. The blue sky, void of clouds greeted him. Oh oum he hurt, stiff and aching. Jaune pushed through the pain and rose to his feet. He was surrounded as far as the eye could see by hills of shatters glass. Where was he? The memories were slow to surface, but they eventually made their slow plodding way to the forefront of his mind. The crash, fire, blood… the Grimm.
Oh oum, they were Dead. His parents, his sisters. All dead. He didn't feel as sad as he thought he would. He just felt empty, hollow, like a shell. He fell to his knees, not out of disparity he simply didn't have the energy to stand.
Tears came to his eyes, he hardly noticed. Then it hit him, like a goddamn frate train. He had run, he abandoned them to their fate. He could have done something, saved them, anything. He didn't, he had run like a coward. It was his fault.
Then he heard it. The scraping sound of bone on glass. He looked up to see the largest deathstalker he had ever seen standing less than 40 feet away. He didn't care. They had died because he had failed them. Did he not deserve the same fate?
He stared hollowly into the red eyes as the Grimm approached, the stinger arched high into the air. A spark of fear ran through him. And he threw himself to the side as the stinger crashed into the ground next to him. He was afraid to die, again he found himself a coward. His eyes were drawn to those red eyes again. Red like blood. Blood on glass, Screams. Anger coursed through him, he may have abandoned his family, but the Grimm had killed them.
He scooped up a sharp glass shard and charged the beast. It lashed out with its claw, but he sidestepped it and kept moving forward. The stringer laced down trying to destroy him, he rolled out of the way and sliced, cutting the stringer off. The grimm roared in agony. He threw himself forward slamming the glass blade into the beast's eye. It stumbled back and shrieked in pain. He grinned, he loved that sound, the thing had killed his entire family, he wanted to make it scream.
He picked up another, larger glass blade and set it against the things eye. He reared back and punched the blade of glass as hard as he could, sending it deeper into the beast's eye. He punched it 9 times
"this is for all of them Kate, and Alix and Noir and Rouge, and June and shilo and Hailey. And for mom and dad, " he screamed the names out one by one each ripping a hole in his heart, each tearing at his lungs.
The beast disintegrated and he fell to his knees tears overwhelming him. He balled in his hands both blood and tears flowing through his mangled fingers. He would survive this, for them. That's what they would have wanted right? He hoped so.
NA I know It's short, but It's just an intro chapter, the next chapters will hopefully, be longer