The thunder of voices created an unintelligible storm of noise. Bodies bumped into one another and it continued to be an everlasting contest of who can yell the loudest. Discord and chaos would be just a couple words to describe the event. This was Tyran Viska's element. The overwhelming feelings of unity and pride were exhilarating to him.
Tyran Viska is a 16 year old faunus with a medium build. He dons a striped white and purple tee shirt and a deep purple utility jacket. He wears jeans and black combat boots, has short, unkempt dark purple hair as well as a stubble-like beard. Finally, atop his head poked two gray fluffy wolf ears.
Tyran looked around at the faunus surrounding him, holding signs reading "WE ARE NOT ANIMALS!","WE DESERVE EQUALITY", etc. The chanting and yelling filled him with confidence and ecstasy. He felt at home among his faunus brothers and sisters, it was a comforting sort of feeling. They were currently protesting a café that refused to serve faunus customers.
Suddenly the cries of equality turned to screams when Tyran heard several gun shots pierce the air. Some protestors turned and ran away, but others merely stepped to the side, creating a gap through the crowd. Some thugs walked through said gap, led by the worst of them all, Sal Drvar.
Sal Drvar was a scumbag low-life who would like to see nothing more than the extinction of faunus. Unfortunately, through his underhanded and violent ways, he was able to keep the whole town in his pocket.
Sal had a muscular build with a strong jaw line, dark red hair that was slicked back, and a red goatee. He wore sunglasses and commonly had a cigarette in his mouth. He also wore a white buttoned up dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, red suspenders, and a straight red tie. Finally, contributing to his somewhat formal attire, he wore black slacks and black dress shoes. In his hand he held a rather large red battle axe with one end smoking.
Some faunus began to back away slowly, obvious that they were afraid of him. He looked around at the crowd and scoffed. "Tch. What a bunch of animals. You should go back to your masters." No one dared speak against him, so the area remained quiet. "Just as I thought." He said turning around and walking away.
"We're not animals!" Tyran heard himself say. It must have been an innate response, for he thought he was still in shock. Sal stopped mid step before turning around. "Which one of you pieces of filth said that?!" he demanded.
Tyran stepped forward while everyone else stepped away. "I did. We're not animals." He said again. Sal quickly strode over to where Tyran was standing and leaned down a bit to get in his face.
"Is that right?" he asked. Tyran nodded to his question. "Well if you're not animals then why are you on the ground begging for mercy?"
Tyran looked up at him quizzically "But I'm no-" but was cut off as he felt the side of Sal's axe slam into his face. He crumpled to the ground holding the side of his face. "Now beg" Sal said leaning against his axe. "Like the dog you are."
"I'm not begging" Tyran said firmly now getting up and looking Sal in the eyes. "We're aren't animals."
"Maybe you need to learn some obedience dog!" Sal said raising his axe again. Tyran flinched and closed his eyes as he braced himself for the attack that did not come.
"What's going on here, huh?" an unknown voice came. Tyran opened his eyes to see a man holding Sal's arm back with an iron grip. He was tall and had muscular build, had short black hair with long sideburns, and wore a red shirt.
Sal attempted to retaliate against the stranger with a roundhouse kick, but it was blocked by his other arm. Sal wrenched his arm free and glared at the stranger while his men raised their fists, prepared to teach him a lesson. However, Sal raised his arm in the air, stopping them.
"You're not worth it, you filth" Sal spat out. "C'mon boys." The stranger returned Sal's glare and maintained it until he and his thugs had gone away.
Tyran quickly ran over to the stranger who had stopped Sal. "Hey! Thanks for saving me. I'm Tyran" he said smiling and extending his hand.
The man looked down at his hand and eventually shook it. "Tukson" he responded.
"You're a hero to these faunus you know? You're a good person Tukson." Tyran said full of hope.
'Tukson, that name sounds familiar, but from what?' Tyran thought.
"No, I'm not, Tyran." Tukson said plainly before walking away.
Tyran began to reach out and stop him from leaving but faltered when he remembered that he was supposed to be at home.
The darkness of night may have proven difficult to traverse for a normal person. However, faunus do so with ease, due to their near perfect night vision. As a result, Tyran made his way home quickly, praying that his parents were asleep and would not notice him enter.
Tyran cringed as he opened the creaky back door of his house hoping to make too much noise. He then walked over to the living room where the lights were on and his parents were sitting on the couch, head in hands. His mother quickly noticed his return and immediately stood up and ran over and embraced him.
"We were so worried about you! Where were you?!" she demanded to know, nearly in tears. Tyran's mother was a woman of average height and build. She had shoulder length straight purple hair and a black wolf ears. Tyran had received his faunus traits from her, as she had similar ears to her son.
"I was just in town…at a protest…." he answered quietly.
"You what?!" shouted his father. Tyran's father was a tall middle aged man, with a muscular build. He had shaved hair and a strong jawline.
"It was nothing, just a café that didn't want to serve us…." he said distantly.
"Nothing?! Then where did you get this bruise?!" His mother said running her hand across his cheek.
"It was an accident, I just fell, it's fine." He replied pushing his mother's hand away.
His parents sighed as it was obvious that Tyran was lying.
"I'm just gonna go to bed, I'm sorry about the protest, but something has got to be done." He stated before walking away to his room.
Closing the door behind him, Tyran collapsed on his bed, exhausted from his day. The comforting softness of the bed quickly caused sleep to overtake him.
The morning came quickly as sun leaked into his room, forcing Tyran awake. He squinted, still disoriented from his sleep. Realizing that he slept in his clothes, he went to take a shower and put on clothes of the same fashion. However, there was something wrong today. The café was still discriminating faunus, and their voices need to be heard. Whether he was alone or not, it was the right thing to do for faunus everywhere. Yet this time, he would be prepared, he grabbed his pair of purple tonfas with white tips and clipped them to each of his legs.
Crawling carefully into the kitchen, Tyran made sure that his parents had not noticed him before he quickly slipped out of the house. He would just apologize to them when he got back, and all would be good.
The thunder of voices was no longer present unlike the previous day. The faunus that were so passionate about the cause had disappeared, most likely the events of yesterday had scared them.
Tyran wandered aimlessly outside the discriminating café, switching between holding a sign and quietly protesting outside the door. That is, until he spotted a familiar name across the street at a store.
'Wait a minute' thought Tyran. 'That's where I know Tukson from! Tukson's Book Trade!' Tyran sprinted across the street to go inside the shop.
"Hey Tukson!" he shouted as he walked in.
Tukson stopped organizing books to look up and see Tyran "Oh, hello Tyran, nice to see you again" he said politely.
"Yeah, I was just back over at that café when I saw your shop, I forgot that you ran a bookstore! You must love to read" Tyran said smiling.
"Yeah, it's an…interesting business, although I don't have much downtime to read…." Tukson said scratching the back of his neck.
"Well, I just wanted to stop by and say thank you again, for yesterday" Tyran replied.
"Oh, yeah, no problem, I don't like to see fellow faunus mistreated" Tukson said quietly.
Tyran waved goodbye and began to walk towards the door before stopping. "By the way, where did you learn to fight like that?" Tyran inquired.
Tukson's eyes widened but he quickly regained composure. "Haha, I didn't fight at all, I just got lucky" he said chuckling.
Tyran nodded "Haha, alright, well I'll see ya later!" He walked out the door after waving goodbye and walked down the street before he felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning around he saw one of Sal's men who quickly grabbed his shoulders and threw him into an alleyway.
Tyran fell flat and quickly picked himself up to get away, but was stopped by several guards blocking the entrance. He reached for his tonfas but stopped when he head laughing behind him. Spinning around, he saw Sal emerge from the shadows, twirling his axe in one hand.
"Where do you think you're going dog?" Sal said leaning the axe against his shoulder. "I don't think you learned your lesson yesterday."
Tyran whipped out his tonfas and moved into a defensive stance.
Sal laughed again, taunting Tyran to attack him. "How cute, the dog thinks he can fight back."
Tyran screamed as he jumped towards Sal and unleashed an onslaught of punches and kicks. Sal continued to chuckle as he avoided Tyran's attacks with ease. Jumping back, Tyran slammed the sides of his tonfas together creating a large "L" shape. Holding the ends, he firmly gripped the handle, releasing two shotgun shells from the other end. They hit Sal directly causing him to lose his balance and stumble backwards. Tyran took the opportunity to undo his tonfas and rush him down. Hitting Sal's knee with one end of the tonfa and the side of his face with the other filled Tyran with satisfaction. Preparing a final blow, Tyran reeled back his right arm but his fist was stopped by Sal gripping it tight.
Tyran gasped as he thought Sal did not have enough strength left to stop him. Tyran had put his all in those attacks. Sal ripped off his sunglasses and spat out his cigarette and got close to Tyran's face again. "I'm going to end all these freaks, starting with you. You scum!" Sal yelled eyes filled with rage.
Tyran attempted to wrench his arm free but to no avail. Instead, Sal lifted Tyran in the air by his arm and threw him into the brick wall of the alley creating a crater. Tyran fell to the ground with a *thud*, pain coursing through his body. Sal walked over to the collapsed Tyran and raised his axe in the air and brought it down…but stopped millimeters before Tyran's body.
"No." Sal said walking away. "I'm going to make you suffer just a little longer. I hope you said goodbye to your parents already."
Tyran's eyes widened and tried to stand but the pain made it impossible to do so. Exhaustion quickly overtook him and his eyes slowly closed.
The night sky was all that Tyran could see when his eyes opened. He gasped as he remembered the events that had just transpired. Quickly examining himself, he breathed a sigh of relief when he noticed no obvious broken bones. Struggling to get to his feet, Tyran activated his semblance. The pain from his body faded away, but the wounds remained untreated. His semblance acted as one of the world's strongest painkillers, but provides no healing properties. Tyran looked around and quickly made his way home as fast as he could.
Arriving at his home, the first thing Tyran noticed was that it was not destroyed or vandalized in any way. However the lights were off, which was unusual as his parents would usually wait for him to get home.
Opening the back door Tyran called out "Mom? Dad?" But silence was the only response. He quickly called out again "Mom?! Dad?!" But nothing. Tyran crumpled to the ground as he tears streamed down his face. "Why!?" He screamed.
As he lay on the floor he suddenly noticed a note stuck to the back door. Picking it up, Tyran read 'Meet me at the place where you held your pathetic protest.' Tyran's sadness was quickly replaced by anger and vengeance. "Sal is going to pay" he spat out.
Tukson picked up his keys on the counter of his desk near the front of his shop. Looking around the store, he made sure that everything was in place. Diagnosing the place as clean and organized, he began to walk over to the door to leave but before he could do so, it was thrown open.
Tukson stared quizzically at the figure before him, it was Tyran, but something was different about him. His eyes were filled with hate and his right arm was bruised badly.
"Tyran?" Tukson asked hesitantly. Tyran walked over to him and looked into his eyes.
"You need to train me." Tyran stated simply.
"What?" Tukson replied raising his hands . "I'm not a fighter remember? Just got a little lucky yester-."
"I know you're in the White Fang" Tyran accused cutting off Tukson, who looked at him surprisingly. "I'm not an idiot, there's no other way you could've gotten that kind of training, unless you were a hunter, and you're no hunter."
Tukson sighed. "Yes I was in the White Fang, but no more. They've changed now, violent and dangerous. The first chance I get, I'm getting as far away from them as possible. But, I'm not going to train you."
Tyran gritted his teeth "Why not?! Sal's got my family! You don't understand!"
Tukson turned away from Tyran "I'm not going to train you, but I will give you advice. Don't let your emotions cloud your judgement, the most powerful move in a fight, is showing mercy. Please remember that."
Tyran clenched his fists and walked out, slamming the door shut behind him.
Footsteps echoed throughout the dark town as Tyran headed towards the café. Turning the corner, he noticed that the door was open, but it was past business hours? Tyran walked into the café and noticed Sal sitting in a chair in a reclined position, a drink in his hand. He felt anger surge through him when he saw Sal's smug smirk, but quickly remembered Tukson's advice. Tyran took a deep breath and slowly relaxed himself.
"So we doing this or what?" Sal said standing up and placing his drink on a table.
"You're going give me back my family" Tyran stated emotionless. "And then you're going straight to the police."
Sal roared with laughter "The police?! Hah, locking me away isn't going to do a thing! I'll be out in less than a week! What? You think this is going to be some kind of statement for faunus everywhere?! You freaks will never be equal!"
Then, it finally clicked with Tyran. The problem with faunus inequality wasn't location, government, or Sal. It was humans.
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Tyran's only response was to unclip his tonfas from his legs. Sal chuckled as he pulled out his axe. Sal rushed down Tyran swinging his axe down with all his might but was blocked by Tyran's perpendicular tonfas. Pushing on his axe he pushed Tyran away and pressed a button on the handle of his axe. This caused the blade to shift down exposing a gun barrel.
Tyran dove behind one of the main pillars of the building. Sal fired off several shots, each of them piercing the pillar blowing away chunks. Realizing that the pillar would not last long, Tyran dove behind another similar pillar. Sal changed his gun back to axe mode and strode over to Tyran's cover and swung with all of his strength slicing straight through the pillar, causing it to fall and the entire building to shudder.
Tyran vaulted over the cover and slammed Sal in the face with the side of his tonfa. Rubbing his face, Sal moved his other hand to the end of his axe and threw it at Tyran. Tyran suddenly activated his semblance, as he made no effort to avoid the oncoming axe. The weapon stuck directly into his torso, which he observed and ripped out. Sal looked at the boy in complete shock and disbelief. Holding the axe in his hand, Tyran threw it behind him, causing it to stick into the other pillar of the building. He then quickly turned around and delivered a roundhouse to Sal's side causing him to stumble to the side. Sal then brought up his fists in a fighting stance. Tyran then swiped at his head, but Sal ducked and uppercut Tyran who didn't even flinch.
Tyran then delivered rapid jabs to Sal's torso, causing him to fall on his back. Finally, Tyran walked over and dropped his tonfas. He knelt down to Sal's face and punched him in the face as hard as he could, slightly bruising his knuckles.
"Now you're going to tell me" Tyran said "Where is my family?"
Sal coughed and giggled to himself. "That's the funny part" He said wiping away dirt. "I didn't do a thing to them. They were gone before I got there. Haha, good luck dog."
Tyran stared in disbelief as he stood up. What was he going to do? Where could they be? However he couldn't finish his thoughts as they were interrupted by Sal.
"So, to the police now?" He said still chuckling.
Tyran picked up his tonfas and walked over to the pillar. "No."
"Wha-" Sal said confused. Tyran slammed his tonfas together and walked outside. He aimed them at the pillar and fired, blasting it away, causing the building to completely collapse.
The destruction of the local café drew a lot of attention, human and faunus alike. Tyran waded through the crowds of humans until he found another faunus to talk to.
"What happened?" Tyran asked quizzically, as if he did not know.
"Dunno, it just collapsed in the middle of the night" the faunus said. She wore a yellow and black waitress outfit and had white rabbit ears poking out of her long blonde hair. "On the bright side, it's going to be rebuilt under new management. Faunus friendly now, maybe I can get a job there?"
"Good luck with that" Tyran replied walking away.
While the problem with Sal might have been solved there was still a question lingering in his mind. What happened to his parents? Where could they possibly be? He had to find out, no matter what. However, he would definitely need training, he had already lost to Sal twice before until yesterday. But how could he do that? Tyran walked down the street until he passed a flyer pasted to the wall of a building. It read "Beacon Academy: Train to fight the creatures of Grimm and become a hunter or huntress! Admissions Now." Hunting, now that was a way to train and travel. Picking up the flyer, he walked to the nearest registration center.
