RWBY: The Dark Hunter

Prologue

"Deimos"

[May 26th, 2558]

[Kingdom of Vale, Commercial District]

[12:48 AM]

Heading down the dark roads of night through the city of Vale, a boxcar supply truck was making its runs through the commercial district with its precious cargo of elemental dust, an energy propellant long used by humanity in its struggle to survive centuries of terror from the Grimm, a hoard of demonic monsters that roams the world of Remnant outside the walls of humanity. Phil, an elderly man in his mid-sixties, was driving the truck down the road with the only source of light being the truck's headlights and the street side lamp posts that hung over the sidewalks. At this time of hour everything seems quiet and calm in the district, thus allowing him to get some peace and quiet he been wanting for some time, that was until he slowed down at an intersection and begun to hear a commotion outside down the adjacent street.

He rolls down the door window beside him in time to hear cars pulling over and men barking out loud "I'm not telling you again! Put your hands in the air!"

On the conjoining street, about fifty meters away, first responding vehicles and men from the Vale Police Department began to form up behind their line of cars as they draw their measly handguns aiming them towards a single dark figure that stood in the middle of the road, purposely blocking the way of another box truck that was carrying dust as well. The figure stood at a staggering seven and a half feet tall with black ironclad armor comprised of hardened titanium-A plating over a similarly dark bodysuit comprised of titanium nano-composite fibers, the legs were rigid and bulky as well as the forearms, none of which held a weapon at the present moment, the same rigid philosophy was applied to the shoulder pads, rectangular armor plates with the ends slanted inwards towards the figure's body, and the chest was unusually rounded and mostly placed itself along the figure's upper chest with a small bright blue 'eye' protruding out of the center and a white stripe going down the center. But what really set the officers unease was the figure's helmet, baring a striking resemblance to a human skull with no eye sockets with a large white 'X' painted on the 'face' that seemed to show no signs of life or even forgiveness.

"This is your last warning! Put your hands in the air or we will open fire!" an officer roars out through a megaphone.

But the figure made no movement, no response. It simply stood there with no weapons in hands looking straight back at the officers, it then slightly turned its head towards the sergeant wielding the megaphone and finally spoke with a deep and raspy male voice that seemed to be masked with a voice modifier to make the voice sound more synthetic like a machine "As you wish, officer . . ." and begun to raise his armor clad arms into the air.

The police sergeant looked over to four men and nudged them with his head as an order for them to head out and apprehend the giant, they were reluctant at first but eventually they decided to head out. The slowly etched towards the figure with their weapons still drawn until they came within two meters of the giant, and that's when the bloodshed began.

Without warning, the figure quickly reached with his right hand towards something latched to his left side under his shoulder pulling out an intimidating combat knife modified with a ten inch titanium ceramic-carbide blade, holding it in the reversal gripped position where the blade faces downwards, and immediately lunges forward towards the officers plunging it deep into the closest man's chest. He grabs the wounded man and throws him aside onto the ground just in time to duck below a shot fired from the next officer who started to step back but there was no hope when the giant leaped high into the air above them, assisted with a pair of back-mounted thrusters built into the armor, and comes down hard and fast crushing the second man under his feet. Almost instantly he dashes to the right, where the third officer stood firing his weapon hoping to get a hit, and slams into the officer's chest with his shoulder throwing the man across the street onto the sidewalk. He then turned his sights towards the last officer who finally landed the first shot striking across the figure's helmet but instead of colliding with metal a yellowish orange shield of energy flared up as it took the impact, the man, now struck with utter fear and dread, began to fall back but the giant soon quickly followed with a fast paced walk and caught the man by the neck followed up with a forceful blow to the head virtually killing him and threw the body down hard against the ground.

After witnessing the giant brutally kill three of his men and knock out a fourth with a shoulder barge, the police sergeant tossed the megaphone aside, drew his sidearm, and yelled "FIRE FIRE!"

The police force began to let loose a volley of gunfire from the relative safety of their car barricade sending dust projectiles down range as they pelted against the giant's shields, eventually the figure bolts from left to right as he slowly began closing the distance between him and the officers. With his natural speed, and the aid of his built-in EVA thrusters, the armored figure effortlessly ducked and weaved through the incoming fire only taking a mere few glancing blows to the shields until he came within seven meters of the barricade and simply vanished into thin air.

"Cease fire cease fire!" the sergeant barks as he begins to look around trying to figure out where the seven foot tall giant could've gone.

The squad of twelve to fifteen men all stood there looking every which way trying to find even a sign of movement but nothing turned up, that was until they all heard two distinct pings as if something was armed, then suddenly the giant appeared right in front of them already in mid-air leaping over the cars with both of his hands each holding what looked like a dark green ball with a grey top mechanism featuring a blinking red light, grenades.

The figure tossed each grenade to the far left and right sides of the barricade before he came crashing down on top of two unfortunate officers and immediately drawn two handguns of his own from his two thighs gunning down the closest set officers around him. The two grenades detonated releasing powerful explosions on each end of the police blockade, destroying vehicles, wiping out more than half officers and wreaking havoc among those that are still alive, while the giant expertly shot down each officer with his dual weaponry, and occasionally dealing forceful punches and kicks to officers that were close enough dealing bone breaking results that were met with brief outcries of pain. The figure quickly holstered his two sidearms and reached back for a much larger high caliber anti-materiel sniper rifle and fired the first shot at the sergeant, with the high velocity anti-materiel round viciously tearing through the man's chest, and swung the weapon around like a baseball bat striking another officer in the head. Fire began to spread from the wrecked vehicles and there was only one man left alive, with a bullet wound to his stomach and lying against the front of the supply truck, where he looked up at the giant in sheer terror as he latches the sniper rifle back onto his back.

"W-w-what are y-you!?" the officer cried out in fright as he began to feel the heat from the raging flames.

The figure looked down at the frightened officer and replies "It's Deimos" he casually grabs his pistol located on his right thigh and takes aim before firing the last round straight into the man's cranium.

With the last of the police force dead, it was time to collect his prize, he walks around the truck towards the rear and reaches down into a tactical waist bag, located on his lower back, pulling out a thermite-carbon cord with a small explosive charge attached to it. He sticks the charge to the rear loading door and strings out the cord to a safe distance where he takes out his personal lighter, a silver flip lighter with gold engravings resembling vines with the initials D.J., flips the top off and lights it before he ignites the cord. The cord burned hot and bright, due to the thermite contained inside, racing towards the small charge on the door and when it finally reached its destination, a small controlled explosion, followed up with a very loud 'BANG', echoed through the streets accidentally setting off several car alarms in the distance as the loading door flew off allowing the SPARTAN access to his prize.

He climbs aboard the truck to find most of the black locked boxes intact which was fortunate for him, he steps over to the nearest one to him and takes his knife out once more to start picking the locks. It took several moments of careful turning and pushing until the lock clicked the top opened showing the prize inside, he looks in to find a colorful assortment of refined crystals, dull orange, dark blue, silver, blood red, green, a lighter blue, and glowing orange.

He picks up a red crystal holding it in front of his helmet for closer examination when the communications relay inside crackled to life with an a calm voice full of authority asks "SPARTAN Adam, have you acquired the objective?"

The giant hissed back with a threatening tone "I told you not to call me that, it's Deimos . . ."

The voice simply sighed and rephrased the question "SPARTAN Deimos, have you acquired the objective?"

Deimos grinned behind his LOCUS-variant helmet "Yes Major, I have the objective."

"Good, proceed to rendezvous coordinates outside the city, prep the package for extraction."

"Consider it done . . ."

And like that the radio fell silent prompting Deimos to put the crystal back into its respectful slot and close the case. He picks it up and begins to leave but something stops him and made him turn around, after giving some thought he sits the case down and break into another where he then takes a glowing orange crystal thinking 'maybe one for myself' and carefully tucks it away inside his waist bag.

He picks the case up once more and jumps out of the truck back onto the street where he hears more police sirens in the distant, as much as he wanted to stay and have more fun he needed to adhere to the major's orders and leave. He makes his way through the ravaged burning police barricade and started making his way down the street some ways until he stops in the middle of an intersection and looks to his right, seeing another truck with an elderly man sitting at the driver seat, the two men looked at one another blankly for several moments before Deimos chuckled lightly and disappeared once again.

Phil couldn't take his eyes off from that very spot on the road until he sighs and asks himself "Why do these things always happen to me?"

Please note that this is a mere tryout for me in the RWBY universe, so it may be some time before another chapter is released if you like. As always leave your comments and thoughts. Thank you.

This is also in tribute to Monty Oum who died on this day last year and I would like to greatly thank Roosterteeth Productions for continuing RWBY in Monty's name and memory. RIP.