Chapter 2 is up!
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Brahman: Don't worry, I know how OP those eldritch fucks are, so I'm not gonna drag in Azathoth or anything like that, he'd one shot the RWBYverse, drive everything mad and do a jig on its corpse. I've just chosen some of the more well-known monsters and a few really obscure Great Old Ones (cookies to those who can guessed them first!) cause let's be honest, Bloodborne's MC is a bit to overpowered for RWBY's world, the fuckers killed like what 3, 4 gods already! So some minor Great Old Ones are the only thing with conceivably enough power to prove an actual threat to him.
soberan 123: Nah, he's to skilled to join Beacon, it'd be unfair, plus his moral standards ( or lack thereof) would really clash with everyone else there, but he will be helping them, just not join Beacon, and don't worry I've got that figured out.
That's all for now! On to the story!
I do not own RWBY or Bloodborne, otherwise this crossover would have happened already
"What are you still doing here? Enough trembling in your boots. A hunter must hunt."
Chapter 1: The Hunt Begins Anew
If there was one thing the Hunter would admit, was that the man Adam before him was either completely insane for even thinking he could beat him after having his ass handed down to him, or absolutely bull-headed for still having the willpower to continue trucking on after that very same ass-handing.
Still, the Hunter was still the Hunter, and he really didn't care much either way.
As such, the very moment the order came from Adam's mouth, he responded the way he normally did when faced with such a threat.
That is to say with extreme amounts of brutal violence.
He dashed forward with the intent of severing the beastmans head of being done with it. What he did not expect was the sudden and rather rude interruption by the rest of the rabble, who so conveniently remembered they existed the moment their leader was threatened. The ones standing closest to Adam rushed forward, forming a small guard around him of about ten men strong, force that under normal circumstances, would have been more than enough to halt a single mans charge.
Unfortunately for them the Hunter was no mere man. He did not even slow as he meet their stalwart defense of blade and bullet head on. Instead it would be more apt to say he went through their number, utterly and completely shredding them as he passed leaving only bloody chunks in his wake.
Sadly his quarry had used the sudden intrusion as a chance to flee to Great Ones know where.
A shame really, but it mattered little to the Hunter. The man Adam would have to wait, he had more immediate concerns for now.
To their defense, his prey actually took up the challenge with fervor, either in rage for their comrades or their own desperate desire to live. Oh how piteous a sight indeed.
He charged, arcane energy pouring to his legs, his flesh and armor melted into silver, weapons evaporating into the mist; Quickening the lost hunter art, the ability to force the body into an ethereal form for long enough to cover immense spans of ground in seconds to reach the enemy; mere moments later he was in the heart of the crowd, one unfortunate sod directly below him.
Luckily he didn't suffer long, though his head, frozen in silent fear, said otherwise, figuratively of course seeing as well, he had quite the trouble speaking now, or living for that matter.
Impressively, despite the terror inducing sight, the rest of the Fang managed to remember their job of murdering the fucker, and managed to haul ass to his general direction.
An act the Hunter found rather impressive given the dismal impression they gave him earlier that night.
Fresh blood matted the ground, the Hunters face a mask of neutrality, though distaste of the bloodshed went unsaid. The new comers proved an exciting (though only briefly) new challenge at the very least, their guns firing at a speed that actually surprised him, they also proved quite resilient, as in it took him at little longer before they were meaty chunks on the forest floor due to an odd energy that guarded them, wreathing their form shimmering like light and crackling like lightning when he struck, it was more of an annoyance than anything else really.
Approaching their mutilated remains, he wafted a hand over them calling forth a red mist that soon entered him. What he saw in their Blood Echo's brought to him a mix of emotions.
He saw and he knew.
This world... it wasn't his own, not the one he left behind at least.
New technologies, ideas and even histories! He'd missed a lot since his rather abrupt entombment, an incarceration that still confused, and angered, him to no end.
That, and the memories. The memories of the dead.
The pain, the death, theirs and others. They had suffered and they had let others suffer all the same.
It was disgusting. It was pitiful. Then again he was not truly any better.
He sighed, weary and world worn. He had no desire to kill them.
He had not even enjoyed killing the ones he'd meet. He only did what he knew.
Still, duty bound him to destroy them. Traitors to humanity would be purged no matter the cause, the reason, it would be done.
The distant sound of running snapped him back to reality.
Their captain, or at least someone with equal rank. He'd survived, though not unscathed. Not by a long shot for the Hunter had seen to that.
On reflex he found himself raising his arm to fire but stopped. No reason to waste precious ammo on dead man.
Besides, the Hunter reasoned, he might still prove useful...
And now, everything came full circle back to the current predicament of an army of unfortunate terrorists facing off against the monster
Their bullets bit into his skin
Their blades tore his flesh.
And did nothing.
Well, that wasn't entirely true, at the very least it tickled the Hunter.
One attempted to skewer him with a spear, only for the Hunter vault over the strike with feline grace, before violently and brutally ripping his free hand into the man's neck and tore his head off, spine and all. Another charged with his blade, sidestepping the attack the Hunter smashed the skull against his face stunning the bear faunus. He cracked his head open with the hilt of his sword.
He pounced on another squadron like a predator to hapless prey, ripping into them with ghastly fury.
A Molotov flew at a fleeing group setting them ablaze, their the scorched corpses illuminating the frenzied camp.
The fools, in their mad panic had lost all sense of strategy and began attacking wildly, hoping against hope to score a mortal blow on the beast that hunted them. Few had managed to even hit their own allies in the chaos, the fallen betraying no semblance of life.
All thanks to something so simple.
Fear.
A feeling the Hunter had long since cast aside. One he remembered well.
Remembered how he felt before, when he faced nightmares made manifest, as he cowered before it like a child cringing at the dark. As it clutched him and grew with every death, every waking moment. Eating him, crushing him.
But then, he cast it off. Saw it for it truly was; a distraction, borne from doubt and ignorance.
Oh, but he did not forget. No, he would never forget the touch of fear.
Instead he honed it. Made it his own. Another tool in his arsenal.
The chaos that night was testament to that fact. The sheer bowl loosening fear he sowed in their ranks proved to be a greater weapon than previously thought by him.
And so he danced, and the Fang danced with him. The dance of Death, in dedication for the Reaper. His Chikage sang as he traced crimson unto the night air, a weave of death as intricate as it was gruesome, with the corpses of dozens beastmen acting as canvas and paint.
There he stood for a single horrific moment, above a field of corpses, a devil under shattered moonlight, fires casting a daemonic glow upon his long shadow, like some great beast crouched upon an ill begotten feast, a comparison not too far off. For the briefest of moments he was on top of the world, to be back at it for Great Ones know how long! He felt alive again, to fight for a clear reason, no strings attached, it felt good.
At least for 30 seconds, before his brief reverie was shattered by a massive leaden fist, along with most of his bones. The only thing that had alerted him to the attack were the heavy thumping footsteps of something big, deadly and quite angry made its way towards him, next thing he knew a metal fist filled his world view.
"Ugh… Bullocks"
His whole body was numb, the kind that usually set in before a soul crushing pain would rush in, the kind he was unfortunately quite acquainted with, the only upside to it being he learned to get over it fast, had to, being an immobile flesh sandwich on the floor is quite detrimental to surviving against what had probably flattened you. As such, despite his body aching in protest he managed to get back on his own two feet… only to be forced into a roll as another fist flew in over his head, barely missing him.
"Finally getting serious eh?"
Lifting his head to face the new toy they had so graciously sent his way, and he felt some genuine surprise when his eyes met it. The disparity between their technologies was obvious to him on their first encounter, but this was just well overwhelming. In front of him stood a behemoth of steel flesh and pneumatic muscle, crudely sculpted in the human form, and positively bristling with weapons, the Atlesian Paladin in all its mechanical glory. It looked to be the result of letting some severely drunk and possibly clinically insane Powderkegs being set loose to do what they wished to a pile of scrap, the result being big, ugly, noisy, and excessively heavy on the BANG-BANG. It was a thing of beauty.
"SURPRISED YA SICK FUCK! NOT SO HIGH AND MIGHTY NOW AREN'T YA!" The White Fang within called out, his voice booming.
"My only regret in doing this is the fact that I'll have to destroy that beautiful thing. Oh well it was never going to fit in my bag anyway…" the hunter replied flatly, with what seemed to disappointment seeping in to his voice.
"EAT THIS THEN!" with a roar, the Paladins missile compartments opened and unleashed a swarm of its deadly payload, all towards the Hunter.
Instinct kicked in and he began running to avoid the pack of flying bombs, to his surprise they followed "Impressive…" he managed before the explosives struck, obliterating the spot where he stood.
Upon seeing the destruction, he grinned madly, he'd killed the fucker! "HAH! GOT YA YOU FREAK! BULLETS GOT NOTHIN ON THOSE BAD BOYS!" he shouted triumphantly… until a massive stone hammer crashed over the hull of the Paladin, bending the metal.
"H-HOW!"
"As I said impressive" the Hunter began coolly as he slipped off from the machine "… but I've faired against worst"
"DAMN YOU!" furiously, the Fang goon swiveled to face the cocky son of a bitch. Muzzles flashed and rang deafeningly as its guns roared to life, intent on shredding the Hunter.
"Oh? So you did have more tricks up your sleeve! How wonderful! Now things are looking interesting!" the Hunters voice crowed as he danced around the hulks shots, defying gravity it seemed as he hefted what looked to be a weaponized tombstone over his shoulder as simply as child hefted a school bag.
Frustration and fear mounting at the laughing monster, the White Fang member charged with a speed that bellied the mechs bulk "To hell with Adams plan! I'll be dead before the rest get here!" they'd hoped to wear him thin using the others as distractions and rush in with the Paladins to crush him in one fell blow, despicable? Yes but wholly necessary.
The way things went however, necessitated a change of plans, now here he was trying to slow down the creep, while the other two mechs were being prepped; the battle raged, earth and concrete blown to smithereens or crushed to dust, either by way of steel fists and heavy ordinance or hammer blow, vehicles and corpses thrown about as titan steel dueled with a monster in man's flesh, whilst each strike of his titanic hammer literally quaked the ground, preventing the metal behemoth from any form of meaningful attack, so too did its massive range and devastating strength keep the Hunter locked in place.
"Damn it! Just a few minutes they said, it won't take long they said! This shits impossible, what kind of hammer can stun a GIANT FUCK'IN MECH FOR THE GODS SAKE?!" the unlucky goon wailed silently, the fight was getting harder and harder the longer it lasted, the shock and awe value of his Paladin long since lost, its ammo and dust energy running dangerously low, his opponent on the other hand, fared much better, comparatively, most of his bone were shattered or outright broken, what few bullets that reached him tore holes through his lithe form. Still, somehow, he kept on fighting!
In fact he didn't even seem tired. Fatigue was not something hunters felt anymore, the blood seeing to that. Too bad the White Fang didn't know that. On top of that the Hunter had long since broken his new foes capabilities. It was strong, had massive range and impressive firepower, and was surprisingly fast, yet its flaws soon became apparent as the fight dragged on; despite its speed and strength it was clumsy, once it started a charge, it couldn't stop, momentum dragging it forward; its ammo pool, thank sweet Kos, was limited and was drying up fast. This would be over soon.
The Hunter swooped in for another blow, scoring a fierce strike on his unit's leg crippling it; he lashed out with a feral jab in response. The desperate strike caught the monster of guard, and pinned his arm, or at least the tattered remains of it, to the spot "NOW!" the goon screamed, a mixture of fear and hope in his voice. If he could just hit then and there, it would be over!
As he lifted the other arm to finish the job his eye widened, his jaw dropped and his bowels emptied for the second time that night. The monster, pinned down chose to discard the dead weight, and with a snarl that sent chills down the terrorist's spine, tore the trapped limb from the rest of his body!
With his mind reeling with disgust and shock, he barely managed to register the things movement as it ran up the embedded arm, and landed roughly on top his cockpit. Cold crimson orbs glared down on him, piercing trough straight to his soul, Kirkhammer raised over head to crush him. He felt like prey under a predators gaze, weak helpless before the inevitability of death. The hammer fell, and at the very least his pain was cut short by deaths grasp as the cockpit crumpled, and the machine toppled with a deafening crash.
Calmly striding over to the heap, the Hunter hefted his severed limb, and reattached it to the bloody stump; he wasn't done yet, as the air around his good hand rippled again, delivering a syringe to it. His thigh stung as the needle pierced through it, injecting the crimson fluid into his veins, almost immediately pain flared throughout his body, as bones snapped back in place, flesh and muscle stitching back to form. It felt worse in his left, as his body worked overtime to restore function to the mangled limb. The pain faded soon after. Experimentally, he moved the limb, closing and opening it. Aside from a slight twinge of pain, it was fine.
"Well… that was most certainly something… nice try though" he muttered through heavy breaths. It was like fighting Shark Giants on steroids, thank the Great Ones these things were clumsy, if that automata were even capable of a fraction of the flexibility those abominations were capable of then that may have ended differently, still it was about time to move on, nothing left to do he-… Shit.
The universe chose that moment to spit in his face again. The remaining Paladins had arrived, too late to have saved their friend, but as luck would have it, good or bad, the Hunter was still there.
"Just had to open my mouth… up yours universe"
Gun barrels raised, missile pods opened, and the Hunter sighed. Change of plans, this was going to be a pain.
"Damn it! One at a time people! There's plenty of Bullheads to go 'round! Only good thing that fucks done for us…" the lieutenant called to the crowd over the catwalk.
What remained of the White Fang crammed the bases hanger, the lucky ones who ran, the broken ones who'd faced the beast and lived, and those who hid. No other choice remained for survival; there was no stopping the monster. Right now their trump cards had been flipped, one last gambit for its extermination. They weren't too keen on staying around for the results.
"Damn that monster!" Adam growled, his fist denting the rail guard, his plan had failed, hell this whole operation was a disaster! That Cinder may have been on to something about that 'power' she mentioned, but didn't matter in the slightest when it was being guarded by an un-killable thing that ate bullets, took mortal blows like nothing, and could call upon a vast number of weapons! The only thing that stung more than the retreat was the damage to his pride, to be beaten by one man!
"How much longer is this gonna take! We don't have much time; those Paladins ain't gonna last much longer!"
"A-almost done boss! Were just loading up the injured, but we'll be done soon enough! Just feel sorry for the guys were leavin"
"Save it, they signed up for it, best make use of the time they've given us" he replied coldly. "Are the charges set?"
"Huh?"
"For the love of-! The Dust charges! Are they set to blow or are they not!" Adam growled, his patience wearing very thin.
"Y-yes sir! Primed and ready, just say the word and I pull the trigger!"
"Good, if that doesn't kill the thing, then I don't know what will…"
Once they were out, he'd have the Dust bombs detonated, destroying the base, leveling everything in a mile-wide radius. With any amount of luck, the monster would die, no it had too, nothing could survive a blast like that.
"-oss, boss?"
"Huh?" he'd been so caught up in his thoughts; he barely noticed his name being called.
"What now?"
"Everyone's in, evacuations complete sir" the lieutenant replied.
"Good let's get ou-"
An explosion cut him short. The hanger door collapsed in on itself, before blowing inwards with such force, both metal doors were sent hurtling through the air, crushing those to slow to run from them.
"Leaving so soon? I'm hurt, I haven't even payed you back for all the trouble you've put me through" a cold voice called over the breach.
"YOU!" Adam roared seeing the Hunters form come into view; he looked worse for wear, leather armor in torn and ripped, blood caking the leather, still plenty imposing with the Chikage back in hand, a giant fuck-off cannon strapped to the other, how many weapons does this fuck have on him! "Do you have any idea what you've cost me you sick freak!"
"From your reaction, quite a lot it seems, though I find your rage superfluous"
"WHAT!"
"Didn't I say it before? Your men are weak, hardly worth my time; you insult my blade and my skills just by throwing them at me. In the end they deserved it; you deserve it given what you've done" annoyance clear in his voice "though those automata were quite troublesome I'll give you that"
"I'm glad to hear that" Adam snarled back "now it's my turn finish the job!"
"Boss! We gotta go you can't-"
"Save it! I ain't leaving till this bastard's six feet under!" Adam yelled, cutting of his lieutenant's plea. He felt the need to say something again, but one look at the combatants and he faltered. He turned and ran for the nearest bullhead.
"Now that the rabbles out of the way…" the Hunter began lifting his blade "how 'bout we get this started already?"
"Took the words right out of my mouth you freak!"
He was on the Hunter in seconds blade held high to impale the Hunter.
Hunter raised the Chikage to meet Wilt "Feeling's mutual, what say we end this charade?" jumping back, Adam gave his response with a blast from Blush. Hunter dashed off to the sides avoiding the pellets. He surged back in, sword hungry for blood and vengeance.
Adam barely took the blow, parrying it to the side, letting the force of it pull the Hunter down. He went for a strike of his own.
"BANG"
Adam was stunned from the blast, smoke blooming from the Evelyn that had appeared in the Hunters hand. He came in to collect his life, with Adam narrowly ducking his head in time. He took the chance to strike his foes exposed stomach, skewering him with his blade.
With a grunt of exertion he carved sideways, cleaving open the Hunters torso and kicked him back. Stabbing down, the Hunter's blade slowed his propulsion, skidding to a halt.
To the revolutionaries horror the wound quickly began stitching itself back together.
Ignoring the pain he rushed Adam who greeted him in kind as the two began exchanging blows at speeds no normal human could have reached, or comprehend for that matter.
Adam spun back to avoid a rain of bullets from the Hunter, pushing his head back when the Hunter came close. He cut diagonally, breaking through his defense, the force blasting the Hunter back on in a crouch.
"Hah! Now that's the spirit!" the Hunter spat "show me more Taurus! Prove yourself worthy to be called a threat to me!"
Sheathing his blade, he felt it grow heavy as it fed of him, and Adam, seeing his chance took it. He let loose his strength, but the Hunter saw it coming, he'd fallen right into his trap. Lashing out with a lightning strike, he parried the attack.
One. Two. Three slashes landed on Adam, his aura burst and he fell to his knees. His mind in a daze, his eyes unconsciously wandered over to his foes weapon, now a Dai-katana of blood, a two-handed blade of swirling scarlet.
"This was it isn't it?" the Hunter advanced, slow and steady "I'm going to die by the hands of some monster in the middle of nowhere" he crouched low, as if reaching for something "damn it… DAMN IT! This isn't fair! I haven't even finished what I started! I-" a blade fell, landing next to him; Wilt's crimson edge glinted next to him.
"Stand" a voice ordered "Take you blade and stand, or have you lost your fire?"
"Why?" his mouth felt dry.
"Why? Don't ask such foolish things, and do not mistake this as kindness. There is no pleasure in striking a foe that refuses to fight…" the Hunter readied his blade "you've proven yourself the only fun thing to fight since I woke, and I refuse to be robed of my battle. Now. Stand."
Shakily, he managed to get on his feet, taking Wilt in hand, though pointless as it was. He hated it, but he could not beat this thing, he'd given everything in that fight, all he had left was his semblance, if that failed it'd be over. No, it already was, he only lived through the mercy of this monsters boredom.
But he would not let it end like this, his pride demanded retribution, even if it cost him everything!
"It's all or nothing!"
He paralleled the Hunters actions, sheathing his blade, the remainder of his aura surging into it.
"Oh? What have we here? One last trick it seems! Well then don't disappoint!" the Hunter looked on in glee, this was interesting, this man had proven to be an actual challenge! He did not falter, he did not give up, despicable as Adam may be, he could respect his tenacity.
"TAKE THIS!" he unsheathed his blade, releasing the entirety of his power in one last blow.
The world turned monochrome as the wave of energy came fast, too fast. The Hunter scarcely managed to summon his Loch Shield; despite its formidable enchantment, the crimson blast was eating its way through his defenses.
"Damn, I underestimated him"
He felt it before he could even drop the shield; the crimson blast shattered his defenses, burning his flesh, scorching his leather garb, blasting away his shield. His body flew back, crashing into the compounds walls, burying him in an avalanche of ruble and crates.
Adam fell to his knees, last of his strength spent. A whirring roar cut through the air, a beam of light blinding him. To his left he heard something uncoil.
"Boss! Get on!"
A bullhead hovered over him, a rope ladder to his side. With some effort he crawled onto it and hoisted himself up, by then they had past the smoldering remains of the outpost.
"Gods you look horrible!" one of the men exclaimed.
"Forget it! Just blow the base already! I don't want any chances of that bastard living!"
They shook their heads in affirmation. With a click, the compound exploded, its thunderous blast and sheer force could be felt from the bullhead.
Despite the pain, Adam smiled, it was over. Finally over, that would be the last he'd be seeing of that monster.
At least for now.
"That's twice I've been buried today, not my best moment"
Crawling out of the ruble, the Hunter managed to find his footing. He tossed the used blood vial away, its purpose served.
"Ebrietas take me that was close!" the last bit of the fight had taken him aback; the explosion afterwards didn't either, he was just lucky to even survive that!
Still, his prey had eluded him, escaping his clutches, that was going to be a problem "Well, at least they should assume I'm dead by now, that helps" though that did little to help him now, for he had bigger issues.
What was he to do now? He… hadn't really thought of what came after the whole slaughter-the-terrorist plan, seeing how that had turned out he was at a lost. He would hunt them down and finish what they started that was for sure, but what next? Then there were those bloodless beasts; as minor a threat as they were, they were a problem none the less, one he'd deal with soon enough, but there were too many unknowns, too much he didn't know, and he hated not knowing.
A bright light broke his thoughts "Damn, what it is now?" turning to face its source, he felt shock for the first time in a long time. An impossible sight greeted his eyes; a cheerful yellow orb climb lazily into the sky, banishing the last remnants of night. The sun had risen overhead, and the Hunter, couldn't believe it.
There it was a sight that he had thought left him forever, taken by the eternal night. Part of him refused its existence, a mere trick, another illusion, but it wasn't. He could feel its caressing warmth seep into his bone, its warm glow alighting his eyes. This was real.
Faced with all this the Hunter... laughed.
Laughed a laugh of a broken man.
This, all of this! His reward, a bloody, blood stained reward!
It wasn't funny none of it was. But he couldn't stop!
After everything, after all the death, all the pain, all the sacrifice! And his reward?
Even more struggle... even more unnecessary death in a world so far off from his own.
One where beasts wore the skin of men and shadows prowled the den of night.
In such a place what is a Hunter to do but what is asked of him? Yes, that which came so naturally to him.
A new Hunt had begun, one free from the Great Ones grasps, and this time he would see it succeed.
"And so the stage is set! The curtains rise to a bloody dawn heralded by the drums of war! A new chapter, a new player upon the board! A new Tale to be spun in this world of Bloody Evolution, one the likes of which shant be forgotten anytime soon..."
And done! That's it for this chapter folks! The fights over, but the wars just begun! Next chapter will have our universes whipping boy, er, I mean MC find out a bit more of his new world, and of course the introduction to dear old Oz!
Just to clarify, I plan to have the prologue up till chapter 2 to be set in around halfway through Volume one, while the rest of this fic takes place around the start of Volume 2 onwards.
Well this has been N3Ber1us! Signing out!
update 25/10/2017: changed part to fit more in line with the tone