Chapter 2: Animal He Has Become
A/N: Hey guys I'm back. So one thing I notice, my story needs cover art. If anyone is interested please PM me. Anyways so in this chapter we will be seeing some new changes to our Antihero. This will be at age sixteen. So yes this will be three years after Summer's death. Also I do not own Angel With A Shotgun - The Cab. Without further adieu. Let the show begin!
I was walking through Vale, having come back from an extermination bounty. Simple enough as most bounties go, destroy an Ursa that the local village couldn't handle. It paid nicely, 200 lien for several Ursai. But I was heading back to my room at the Crowbar, listening to my headphones. My Twin Crescents humming along with the shield that adorned my back alongside the claymores. After that cold winters night in Patch and the rough week following the incident I decided to vanish. I now covered my wolf ears as to make business transactions easier, and less troublesome than what they were worth. I had grown massively, towering most men at 7'2''. Most were too intimidated by my presence to even try to hassle me. With my height, my weaponry, and of course my eyes. My eyes were always unnerving to some, given how similar of an iris that I shared with the Grimm. But never the less I liked my eyes. After I came out of my self observation, I noticed I directed myself towards a little shop 'From Dust 'til Dawn.' I started blaring my music, my music was awesome in my opinion. I weaponized it, and listened to it. A win-win-lose for the people who met my blades or any of my weapons. Currently I was listening to Angel With A Shotgun, it was an older song, but I wanted to revamp it. I did sing, on occasion. I once attended a concert in Vale where I was to guard Weiss Schnee. As I was escorting her to her limo I informed her of the fact and congratulated her on her musical success. She was overjoyed but also had an overwhelming atmosphere of gloom around her. I decided not to prod, less my pay be held back. I also have been to a club 'round these parts I walked. The man who ran the place was decent when you needed information. Or just to talk about freelance life. But never mind that. My attention was pulled back to the dust shop as a man in a black suit and bowler hat crashed through the display window, along with a red ball. A few more men, identical to the first, ran out towards the man. But to my surprise there was a girl, about my age, wielding a scythe that was twice as big as her. She batted away the men easily, using nonlethal strikes. After the men were dealt with, a man walking on a cane with a white suit and black and red bowler hat appeared. A cigar in his mouth, he lifted his cane up at the girl and fired off a flare-like round. Caught off guard she stood motionless as the shot approached. I sigh as I draw Eclipsed and Shattered Crescent, the tips of the blades dragging. I smirk as I run forwards, dashing in front of the girl as the explosion rip through the silence of the night.
BOOM!
I look down at the girl, her silver eyes locked with my crimson eyes. This continues for about a minute until we both hear a noise, seeing the man climbing up a ladder I start running for the ladder, I start putting my immense amount of aura into my legs. Me and the girl get there about the same time. For some reason she seemed surprised at the fact. I allowed her up first, climbing up after her. We reached the roof where the man stood, talking into a radio.
"Roman, did you get the dust?" A feminine voice said through the transmitter. A certain condescending tone addressing the question.
"Yeah yeah, I got the dust, but there was two kids, hunters-in-training by the look of it. The girl with a scythe and a boy, who has two claymores. I need a bullhead out here ASAP." The man known as Roman said, a little distressed.
"Alright Roman, should I send someone to assist you?" The woman on the other line suggested.
"No, I can deal with the brats on my own. Just hurry, the longer I have to fight the more of a chance the dust will get destroyed." Roman reasoned. Still unaware of our presence. This is when I decide I'd heard enough.
"Roman Torchwick, how honored I am to see that I can annihilate one of Vale's most wanted." I taunt, smirking as I draw my claymores.
"Look kid, isn't it a bit late for you? Go back to bed peacefully, or I'll make you sleep." Torchwick threatened.
"Not if I can help it!" A voice beside me starts, I jump, startled at the fact that I was so engrossed that I forgot the girl.
"Look what we have here, Little Red and an Ashen Wolf." Roman said, gesturing to my ears.
"Okay, you don't want to annoy me Roman, let's actually fight. Not just banter back and forth like politicians." I said, growing impatient. The joke alluding to my ears starting to fray my nerves.
Roman, chewing on his cigar as he leaned on the cane thoughtfully "Sure Ashen Wolf, but another time. My ride's here and she hates being held up." Roman said, as a bullhead appeared from seemingly nowhere as Torchwick stepped onto the bullhead with a case that I could only assume was dust. He opened the case, grabbing a fine-cut diamond of fire dust, throwing it in front of me and the girl. "Goodnight little children." He said as he fired off his cane.
"Get down," I say calmly to the girl, I hold her close. Trying to cover her body with mine.
*KABOOM*
The sound of Roman's maniacal laughter was cut short, I assumed, because he started to realize we were unharmed. In front of us, where the dust was, was a woman with blonde hair. Couldn't have been past her forties' a black cape with purple on the inside of it fluttered due to the wind being thrown off by the bullhead. I gestured for the girl, who was still in my tight embrace to get up with a slight tap on her shoulder. Roman disappeared, soon being replaced by a woman who was silhouetted with only the body below the waist showing. I recognize the style of dress immediately, the same woman who came all those years ago, and gave me the burn that ran across my arms and shoulders. With a guttural roar I aim my claymores at the bullhead. The huntress and the girl following suit. The mystery woman deflected the other's shots. But then I discharged my sound wave projectiles. The first she tried to deflect, but to her surprise kept barreling straight for her she quickly rolled to dodge it and its oncoming twin. Both hit the side of the bullhead, making it pitch to the right. I then summon more of my aura into my sword. The blade starts to shine brightly, then it discharges, sending a stark white projectile screaming at the bullhead. As the mysterious woman tried too roll it barely missed her. Once it make contact with the wall of the bullhead it exploded. Opening another side for the bullhead to have to deal with. The aircraft then was able to start flying off. I stand there, resolute as I wait until the bullhead is well off into the horizon. Off behind me I was vaguely aware of the girl looking to the woman.
"You're a huntress…. Can I have your autograph?
A/N: Whelp, another chapter in the making. Yes, some dialogue will be a bit off. But oh well, Tell me how I did. Again the offer to draw a cover image is still up, and will be. Now for me to start figuring out how I will orchestrate my next twist of events. Mwuahahaha. And yes, I killed Summer, and I will kill Pyrrha. Maybe, all depends. MCD99 Signing off.