Chapter 1 - Fitting Beginning

Epilogue

"Victor, Victor let's go. Victor come on get up."
A war between Humans, Faunus and Grimms came to play as Victor was caught up in a blast trying to escape. His eye sight is blurry and he can barely hear anything all he can barely see is black long hair and a couple of other people leading the way.
"L-Let me go... I... I can still fight..."
The last few words he could break out of his mouth before blacking out again as he was to close to the blast that took him down, trying to protect himself going head on towards it. He can barely make out the words that these people who were carrying him out saying, as he closed his eyes fully shut his mind blacks out.

- 4 months ago -
The young man with no dreams, no hopes, no life, no destiny that kept him going, only the insanely passion to kill and find something new that could be destroyed. All he could remember was his younger days. The days where he was only 7 when he realized his power, his parents were killed right in front of his eyes beaten, raped, slaughter and raped again. His rage filled his heart with hate towards all living things, Faunas, human, robot all things was his enemy he made no friends only foes. He taught himself how to control his power, tame his skills and learned a ways of both martial arts and swordsmen ship. The young man was now old enough to use his skills for money. He destroyed all that was in his path in the name of "justice" he didn't want revenge only to get even with those who disrupted his peace. As these ran through his mind, as he opened his eyes what he seen was other meaningless problem in his life. Countless bodies on the floor again. He gets a phone call from an unlikely ally; Roman Torchwick;

"Did you get the pictures and layout? I want to make sure we on the same page here"
"Yeah yeah I got it, you don't want anyone getting in the way or by your precious dust."
"That's right my little... "Stop stop all I care about is the Faunus girl... Can I break her.."

The phone call goes silent as he starts to grin and Torchwick starts rumbling about other things . The boy gets very edgy and starts throwing darts at the wall. He aims clearly and hits the "Faunus" picture. He grins evilly as his purple eye starts to glow insanely bright.

"Heh heh Blake Belladonna... You shall be my new play thing."
He grabbed his trench-coat and "curse" and "praise" before walking out the door. As he walked out of his apartment that was in Vale, he saw that the Dust shop that Roman first attack was still undergoing construction due to the lack of money and profit that was being considered to rebuilding. He walks pass by the shop as he heard the old man and construction worker going at it;

"This is all I have, Im sorry that its not enough, please please I'll pay the rest when it reopens"
"sorry Gramps, not gonna cut it. WE need the payment now. Upfront or nothing at all."
"oh dear oh dear what am I going to do, how can I repay you some how?"
"What ever is left of your dust could be enough."
"but then I wont i have anything to sell."
"To bad, Dust or no shop."

As the conversation was getting closer to the end the old man start to collect the rest of the Dust he had left in the back, As the Mercenary walked into the shop and looked at the old man holding his hand out to signal a stop moving sign. The Construction worker looked confused and looked at the young man, giving him a stare that was very unpleasant. Balling up his fist his slams it on the counter to scare the old man a little to make him hurry up and bring the dust. The young man holds his hand out again, and pulls a wallet out of his coat;

"Old man how much is it to fix this shop up?"
"He told me $50,000"
"That's a pretty high price for a small shop on a corner don't you think... "Mr Construction worker"
"Tch, this is grown folks business"
"Your Right it is huh?"

He grabs the construction man and slams him on top of the counter holding his arm onto his neck grinning at him evilly and gets closer to his ear whispering.
"I know Roman set you up for this, that's fine and dandy, but as of now you are going to fix this old man's shop unless you want to lose an arm or two while working. it would be a shame if you couldn't work anymore."
"W-Who are you?"
"Victor, Victor Libra is my name, but as you? You can call me "Judge" now fix this shop."

Victor lift him back up wiping all the dirt off the Construction and giving him a smile patting down on his shoulder which gave the worker a very hard time to look at either the old man or Victor, as if he was looking at the Devil himself. The Construction worker gave a nod and ran to get his equipment and men to start working, the old man looks at Victor as he doesn't understand what happen, they both looked at each other and Victor gave him a sign to go ahead and put away his dust, the Old man smile in relief and handed Victor a dark red tinted color stone Victor looks back rejecting his offer and hands the man $50,000. Victor walks out of the shop waving his hand back towards the old man with his other hand in his trench-coat;

"This should be enough for your store to come back brand new, the price dropped keep the rest for yourself."
"T-Thank you young man."
As he walked off from the store, walking towards the direction of where the boats are sailing he performed an evil grin on his face whispering to himself "I don't need a thank you, for my judgement.. your time will come to old man, your just not on the clock today." He walks towards the boats only to find a flying craft he had order to come pick him up as it started to drop down, the winds blowing his trench-coat everywhere, the doors open for him to walk on, 2 of the white fangs stands there.

"Lets go guys... time to head to Beacon Academy."