The room was dimly lit, but Tony had eyes as sharp as an eagle, even if he was part feline.
The Alpha was in his human form, which was a man in his late thirties. Black hair, blue eyes, very cold expression. His features were sharp.
"Aeron, if you are to join us, you will have to have a mark." The Alpha said gruffly. "Where will it be?"
Tony thought long and hard, before answering. "My back. It is the easiest to hide under clothes." The Alpha nodded his approval. "Very good. Many decide the face would be honorable. Gudbrand, come forward." A man walked up close to Tony, with a knife in his hand. So this is what the marking is.
Tony pulled off his shirt, pointing to the spot where he wanted the scar. He waited for a second before the blade sliced into his skin.
It hurt. A lot. Tony kept silent. His heart pounded in his ears, so did his blood. It was roaring louder than any lion.
He stood there for an hour. He had read up on the ceremony, and he knew he would have to stand until the wound no longer bled.
Once it was finished, Tony was slightly dizzy, but he managed to put his shirt back on and turned around to face the Alpha.
The Alpha looked almost... thoughtful. "Aeron, you have proven yourself worthy."
Tony stepped forward.
The Alpha had a plain white mask in his hands. Tony knelt, and the Alpha towered over him.
"Do you, Aeron, Uncia Uncia, take your oath to serve the pack and to rid the world of every horrible person?"
"I do." The mask was suddenly on his face. Tony didn't panic. "You are now one of us. Come here tomorrow. You will meet your new partner."
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The next day, Tony's back was killing him, but he got up and went back to the room. Inside, there was a woman waiting inside. She was young, in her twenties, Asian, with hair that gleamed and eyes that could cut diamonds.
"Hello, Aeron. I am Chiyoko. We will be partners for the next six months. We will be practicing fighting today, and next week, you shall choose your weapons." Tony nodded. Chiyoko seemed pleased.
"You shall show me your talent, so we can see what you need the most training in.
Turns out, Tony didn't need much training. He was flawless with guns and bow, more than phenomenal with swords and katanas, and was stunning with hand to hand combat. He was an excellent gymnast and quiet as a shadow. He did prefer knives. You could throw 'em or use 'em.
"Okay, let me try something else," Yoko said, before shifting into a leopard. An azure leopard, no less. She was large, around eight and a half feet from tail to nose. Muscular, too.
Tony himself shifted into his smaller leopard form. He knew he could win by brute strength, so he would have to tire her out first by dodging a lot, and then near the end, he could land a few hard hits.
She charged, and he moved out of the way gracefully. She swiped her paw at him, but it missed. Chiyoko growled before pouncing on him, in which he avoided.
After roughly ten minutes, he could tell his partner was getting slow. He managed to hit her twice before she stopped and shifted back into her human form.
"You are very good, Aeron. Your form is perfect, and your hits have hidden power. If you want, you can come along with me for a mission on Saturday."
That was two days away. He just had to wait two days. "What's the mission?" He asked. "We have to kill a rapist. He's violated, killed, and beat up several women. We'll be going to Detroit."
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Detroit wasn't very nice. Well, Tony was seeing the slums of it, so he maybe he was a bit biased. It was slightly nippy, but Tony was built for the cold.
He was supposed to choose weapons, but Chiyoko limited him to one weapon, a knife, for this one. She wanted to see how he would kill him.
The guy, Norman Freelance, was currently living in an abandoned area near the slums. He was holding a girl hostage. Tony's job was to kill the man. Once he had done so, he could drip a drop of the man's blood on his mask.
Next to him, his partner, Chiyoko, was shivering. Her leopard form liked the heat, not the cold.
Finally, they had reached the building. He could hear the helpless cries of a girl, and his stomach turned. He hated it.
The only entrance was a slight hole in the wall. Tony shifted, went through it, and shifted back.
He could barely look at the scene in front of him, but he managed to. He wanted to make Norman's death the most painful thing he's ever felt.
Tony grabbed on of his many knives and through on with deadly accuracy at the man's shoulder. He cried out, and the girl struggled free of his grasp. Tony let her run for now. He knew Chiyoko was going to grab her hand put a mind spell on her so she wouldn't remember the murder.
The guy had simple brown hair and eyes. A freckle on his cheek. Rotten teeth.
Tony looked at him in disgust, before ripping the knife out of Norman's shoulder. He yelped.
Tony then stuck his knife into the guy's heart, and then pulled it out. Norman couldn't scream, probably it reached the pain limit for shouting out.
Tony slit the man's throat, before whispering, "I am the battle, the battle to destroy and kill every bad man on earth. You, Norman Freelance, have experienced Aeron." Norman gurgled before going silent.
Tony put his finger in the blood, before dropping it randomly on his mask. When he looked afterward, he realized it was on the forehead, almost looking like a bullet shot.
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The next six months went by very quickly. His chosen weapons were throwing knives, twin katanas, a bow, and a gun. He had made all of them except for the knives, they were a gift from Talutah.
While Tony was learning combat, he was also learning math, English, science, and other various languages, like French, Spanish, Russian, mandarin, and latin. He was a genius, anyone could see that. He was close to finishing high school education, and he was eleven.
He made the katanas out of adamantine. Talutah smuggled him some of it, and it was the same used for Wolverine's claws, which were fascinating. They had grips that indented with his fingers, so no one else could use them.
The bow was a recurve, and it was very fun to make the arrows. He currently had poisonous, acidic, and blow up ones, as well as normal.
The gun was simple enough, a pistol slightly smaller than a 500 magnum. It was silent, a new thing Tony worked on, and the bullets were the same as the arrows. Blow up, acidic, normal, and poisonous.
Tony continued to go on missions with Chiyoko. They were good partners. Tony was strong and smart, Chiyoko was more headstrong. She specialized in guns. He specialized in blades. Together, they had killed over 50 people. Tony's mask had gotten much redder. Tomorrow, the six months would be up.
"Aeron," Yoko said. "You will be working with a man called Ohanzee for one year. He has been an assassin almost a decade. He can be quite irritable, but he is strong. I hope the best for you."
"I hope the best for you as well, Chiyoko."
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Tony entered the training room the next day. A guy was punching the crap out of a poor sand bag.
"Dude, I think he's had enough," Tony commented, and the man turned around. His hair was scruffy, his eyes were a vibrant green, and he was strongly built. Maybe late 20's.
"You're my new partner?" Ohanzee sounded disgusted. "Yes. Have a problem with that?" Tony replied.
Ohanzee wiped the look off his face. "No." He muttered.
"Wanna spar?" Tony asked after a minute of silence. Ohanzee chuckled. "Sure. Human or animal?"
"Animal."
Ohanzee shifted into a Siberian tiger. Joy, Tony thought as he shifted into his form. More cats.
Let's say the fight was not pretty. Ohanzee had one cracked rib, a cut nose, and a pretty bad gash on his back, and Tony had a small cut on his chest, but when they stopped, they both laughed for hours. Maybe it was exhaustion, Tony didn't really know.
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Hope you enjoyed the chapter! Thank you to Modern Demigod Hero and Guest (lydia) for reviewing. You can tell me what you would like in the next chapter, and how Tony would meet Clint and Nat.
Next update is slightly complicated. Maybe next week, maybe not. Either way, I will update! Hope you have a good day!