The Esoteric, Immortal Huntsmen
Chapter 1
I watched the people in the warehouse from across the street, atop a restaurant of some kind. They probably thought they were safe, hiding behind those thin sheets of steel. If only they knew that I was capable of seeing them, that their safe haven is merely an illusion. I figured I would let them believe that a little while longer.
I jumped of the roof of the building, to across the street directly in front of the warehouse. It wasn't a far jump, as I have jumped farther, but that is a tale for another time. Now for how to go about entering the warehouse. Hmm, I could try the back door, but where is the fun in that. I pulled out Vitae, a suppressed .50 caliber semi-automatic handgun, along with it's twin, Letum. I knocked on the door with barrel of Vitae. There was a sound of surprise from inside and I could hear people moving around, re-positioning. Obviously they were not expecting guests.
The door was quickly opened and a man's torso appeared. He was wearing a white half-face mask with a black hood and a white vest. He, along with all the others in the building were part of a terrorist organization, the White Fang, a group of Faunus who wanted equality and recognition of their race, and they were opposed to the idea of utilizing violence to achieve their goal. The man wasn't able to get a good look at me however, as he was met with two "specialized" .50 caliber rounds to the head, killing him instantly and sending his body flying into the room. My bullets in Vitae and Letum are not propelled by Dust, the primary energy source of this world, but rather with my own concoction of chemicals I had developed over the years. Thus said, they are capable of piercing through Aura if the level is low enough. Aura is the manifestation of one's soul, and is used as a sort of personal shielding of one's body.
I rolled into the room as Dust-propelled rounds pierced the air where I had once been. As I rolled, jumped, and flipped through the room I fired rounds into the knee caps and legs of the terrorists. I tried not to kill people, but alas that is not always the case. As I landed from a crooked back-handspring one of the White Fang fired off a lucky shot, hitting my cloak where my head would be. I returned fire, hitting him once in the chest, and once in the neck. He dropped instantly. I had to be careful where I fired at, as the warehouse contained crates full of powdered and crystallized Dust, which violently explode if rapidly jarred.
As I fired of my last two shots into a terrorist's knees I stood up and looked around. There was a dozen men and women scattered about the floor of the warehouse, with only two dead, as the rest were either groaning in pain or passed out. I then walked over to the crates of dust and took my combat knife, a six inch Bowie, of the sheath attached to my chest plate. I stabbed it into the gap between the lid and the crate and pried the crate opened. High quality Dust crystals and powder filled the case. I shut the lid and looked at all the crates. There was 32 of them all together. But with a snap of my fingers they disappeared, whisked away to a secret location by my power. With that I turned and started my walk out of the building.
However, before I reached the door one of the White Fang raised their gun and fired at me from their position on the floor, hoping to damage, if not kill me. They would not have such luck however. Faster than anyone could see I pulled out Vitae and fired a round. It collided with Dust bullet midair, knocking them both to the floor. He looked at me in surprise, as if I hadn't done that exact shot hundreds of times before. In his shock he didn't see the special knife I had thrown at him, as he failed to react as the knife slid into his chest and he passed out from the shock of it all.
I smiled under my hood, although one would not be able to see it, even without the hood. It's the reason the bullet the caught me in the head didn't even faze me. My helmet which had been the glowing under my hood the whole time, shone the two iridescent white V's of my visor. As I walked out of the warehouse I caught sight of a man across the street, staring at me with wide eyes. I stared at him for several seconds, then slowly brought one armored finger to where my lips would have been. He continued to stare for several seconds, before he tried to take out his Scroll to take a photograph of me. But with a snap of my fingers I was gone, a mere wisp in the wind.
I made sure to leave a calling card in the warehouse however, although I did hope the White Fang found it before the police. The knife I had thrown, was made of a tungsten carbide blade, decorated with gold and platinum. A very expensive knife which very few people had. Although money was no object for me, acquiring the materials to make the blades had always been difficult. But when you are the most powerful Huntsmen on the planet nothing is truly too difficult.
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Hello Readers! Welcome to my first story, The Esoteric Immortal Huntsmen, or TEIH for short. I would really appreciate it if you left a review on this first teaser/trailer/reveal chapter and let me know if I should make more and what I should fix. Also if you have any questions don't be afraid to PM me,
This is ColdAsKnight, signing off!