Disclaimer: Rooster Teeth owns RWBY, some inspiration from Bleach and Dragon Ball, I don't own them either, all I own are my OCs. Nothing else.
Prologue: Grimm Trailer
A town, seeming to smolder with brightness tinged with dark distrust. All was silent in this small town. Then came the marching of soldiers. In the middle of the night they clambered into the inner dwellings of the town. Each soldier bore a symbol, the mark of the Red Wolf. Whoever was near, were either killed or captured by these silent predators. They were as swift as the current and silent as the wind, maybe even more so. No one surpassed the strength of the two leaders.
One figure, a stocky, sullen man; the other, also male, yet smaller, seeming to be in glee over the current bloodshed, both held fierce expressions and never seemed to waiver.
The taller of the two, a wolf Faunus, dressed in dark clothing, black boots and trench coat to match. If anything, his hair was just as dark, excluding the white on his ears and tail. He gave off a commanding vibe. His dark red eyes, looking through his white, bone like mask, held an intensity that would make most men cower under. The large, bloody scythe he held in his hand intimidated even his own followers into keeping their distance.
The other figure, the one a head shorter, wore faded jeans and a dark jean jacket over a black t-shirt. He also wore a mask, similar to the first, but with sharp, pointed tusks protruding from the jawline. In each hand he held a hammer faintly glowing with energy. It rippled the air around him.
Suddenly a man burst from an alley with a hatchet, rushing at the two leaders, but before the following soldiers can intervene, the second figure turned, slamming one of his hammers into the attacker's skull. A sickeningly loud crunch thundered, the blow killing him instantly.
"Quite the party this time," The second figure spoke, his voice distorted by the mask. "It's more fun when they fight back."
"I think you're enjoying this too much, Aaron." The first figure spoke, his voice just as distorted by his own mask.
"Why shouldn't I Verdax? You know as well as I do that these pricks deserve what's coming to them." Retorted Aaron, gesturing at the corpse with his newly bloodied hammer.
Verdax, ignoring Aaron, proceeded into the chaos filled town.
"Where are you going?" Asked Aaron inquisitively, unsure of Verdax's motives.
Verdax glanced at him over his shoulder. "Shiro and the leaders of the White Fang want this done, so I'm going to finish this up with or without you." Verdax stated in an uncaring tone, "If you want something to do, go help delta squad clean up the south side." He then continued on his leisurely way, not waiting for Aaron's response.
After an hour of wandering, Verdax found himself in an already abandoned part of town. It smelled of depression and sadness with its broken down buildings and trash riddled streets. Sighing, he realized there was nothing left of the desolate place, he turned to go back and regroup with Aaron.
*Clank*
Verdax froze. He turned in the direction he heard the noise come from and saw an abandoned house. Raising his head, he hesitantly sniffed the air and caught a scent. He was familiar with this, his canine instincts pushing through. Two adult humans and the immense fear they shook with.
Smirking, he walked up to the door, channeling Aura into his fist, wrapping it in a black energy with a red outline. Cocking back his arm Verdax punched the door causing it to explode into the house, prompting screams from inside.
Seeing the adults huddled in the corner, the male shaking while holding a gun, Verdax asked with a sadistic grin hidden by the mask, "Excuse me, do you have a moment to talk about our Lord and Savior, Monty Oum?"
The man fires the gun, shooting Verdax in the shoulder and lodging the bullet in his collarbone.
Verdax reaches up and tears the bullet from his shoulder, throwing it across the room. He stares at the couple as his wound slowly mends itself.
"Fantastic." He says coldly. Gripping his scythe with both hands he raises it to strike the adults, who have dropped the gun and started holding each other, rapidly begging and praying.
However, before the blow could connect, a voice cried out "NOOOOOOO!" Suddenly a small form came flying from the closet, and Verdax felt something grabbing the bottom of his coat.
Verdax looked down to see a little girl pulling on and crying into his jacket. Verdax lowered his scythe and stared at the child, curious as to why she didn't flee like the rest.
The adults - who Verdax now assumed were her parents - tried to stand up and grab the child, but an intimidating glare made them retreat to their corner.
"Don't hurt Mommy and Daddy!" The child cried desperately. Verdax raised his right fist, ready to end the child; it's parents' pleas turning desperate.
But he hesitated, something about this scene felt familiar. Verdax recalls a memory from twelve years ago. The memories anger him and his desire to strike the child and end the family grows, his fist shaking with his unyielding rage.
He can't do it, and his eyes widen as he realizes why.
'I'm no better than that bastard' he realizes.
Roaring with anger he extends his hand and fires a condensed blast of Aura at a nearby wall, creating a large hole in it and startling the family. They look at Verdax, unsure of his intent.
"Get out." He growls, pushing the girl towards her parents. The father hesitates, looking at Verdax as if to question what he's doing.
"LEAVE BEFORE I CHANGE MY MIND!" He shouts angrily. The parents, needing no more encouragement, quickly pick up their daughter and scramble out the hole in the wall.
Verdax walks outside into the street before calming down. Raising his left hand to his mask, Verdax lightly touches its edges before moving his hand across his face. As he does this, the mask seems to turn into black and red energy before dispersing, revealing Verdax's face.
His bone structure can be seen, but isn't obvious. He has a pale scar running from above his left eyebrow to below his right eye. His eyes changed from a red iris to onyx and black sclera to white.
He looks down at his scythe, recalling the lives he's taken with it and shakes his head. "No more." He states, his voice filled with regret. He then twists the handle of the scythe and watches as it collapses into two smaller scythes that he folds and attaches to his belt.
Verdax then turns, puts his hands in his pockets, and walks away, planning to leave everyone behind.
Verdax made it to the city gates without getting caught. Before he could leave, however, he heard a voice.
"Where do you think you're going?" The voice asked. Verdax turned around to face Aaron, who had both hammers in hand.
"I'm done Aaron, I want Faunus equality as much as the next guy, but I'm not going to do that by going town to town murdering families!" Verdax exclaimed, his voice full of determination. "So you're just gonna walk away from this?" Aaron retorted, getting into a fighting stance. " You know Shiro's policy on that."
"We both know you can't stop me." Replied Verdax, hands reaching for his scythes.
"I've been thinking about that actually, and I think you're all talk. You probably can't do shit on your own, so you need people like me or Shiro to bail you out." Aaron said with an arrogant tone.
"I'm giving you one chance Aaron, stand-" Verdax said before having to sidestep a thrown hammer that made a crater behind him.
"Your funeral." Verdax said before dashing forward, bringing out his scythes.
Aaron's hammer returned in time to block the overhead swing of the scythes, but a small crater was still made under him from the impact. Aaron tried to kick out Verdax's legs, but Verdax jumped, flipping over Aaron and landing behind him before whirling around, combining his scythes as he did so and slashed at Aaron, who just dogged in time to only cut his jacket.
"Dude! Do you know how much this cost?!" Aaron asked annoyed. "You stole that jacket." Verdax replied, deadpanning.
"Yeah I know." Aaron said before slamming his hammers into the ground creating a shockwave towards Verdax, who rolled out of the way and came up on one knee firing a blast of Aura from his hand at Aaron who put his arms in an "x" formation to block it.
As the blast hit, Verdax dashed forwards, swiping his hand across his face to reform his mask before charging his fist with Aura and punching Aaron in the left arm, breaking it with a loud crack, which drew a curse from him, and forced him to drop a hammer.
Aaron's arm hung uselessly at his side, leaking black blood and faintly emitting a black and red energy while he caught his breath. "Well damn, I guess you can fight. But you won't win this." He said raising his other hammer to attack. "You don't have to do this Aaron." Verdax says, almost pleading. "We can leave together."
Aaron starts chuckling, which turns to laughter. "Is that supposed to be your form of mercy? What makes you think I WANT to stop? I fucking live for this!" Aaron exclaimed. "When I'm done here, I'll move on to the next town, and the next, and the next, and so on! I won't stop until humanity pays! I WON'T STOP UNTIL THEY'RE ALL FUCKING DEAD!"
As Aaron charges forward, Verdax sidesteps and, faster than Aaron could see, charges his scythe with Aura and severs his other arm below the shoulder before kicking him to the ground.
"This fight is over Aaron, I've won." Verdax says before dispelling his mask and putting away his scythes. As he walked away Verdax felt something kick him in the butt.
Verdax turns around to see Aaron, whose mask also dispersed, trying to kick him, his severed arm having the same glow as his other. "Come on this fight's still going on!" Aaron claims excitedly. "Are you kidding me?!" Verdax shouts in disbelief. "One of your arms is broken and the other is gone!" "T'is but a flesh wound!" Aaron proclaims. "Oh my Oum." Verdax sighs face palming. "You won't stop me, you can't stop ME! I am the strongest, I WILL SURPASS YOU AND HUMANITY WILL SUFFER!" Aaron exclaimed crazily before charging Verdax again.
Sighing in disappointment, Verdax takes out a scythe whispering "Forgive me." before simply decapitating Aaron and storing the scythe again as he watches Aaron's body fall to the ground.
"I'm sorry Aaron, but you left me no choice." Verdax says sadly before gathering the hammers and laying them next to Aaron's corpse.
Verdax reaches for and closes Aaron's eyes before standing and walking out of the city and into the night, looking up at Remnant's shattered moon as he does.
AN: And here's my first fanfiction guys! Now this story is one that I've been thinking about for a long time and decide to write. Also Verdax's name is pronounced Ver-d-ax. I have most of it planed out, but there are a few elements I don't have a solution for, but if worse comes to worse I'll do a poll for them and let you guys decide.
On that note, first poll: pairings.
Verdax WILL end up with someone on team RWBY. Only team RWBY, I ship the other pairings too much. He will either and up with Ruby, Weiss (a bit tricky but I'll pull it off somehow), Blake, Yang or any combination of those four. Post your vote in the reviews (also constructive criticism is nice) . The poll will be open until April 10th at 3pm central daylight savings time.
Until next time, SolarTitan signing off!