Crimson prologue
"Day and night will sever. Hope and Peace are lost forever."
A fire truck whirred by. Smoke bellowed in the distance. The crimson sky reflected his nature. The streets clambered with people trying to find out what was happening.
"Oh the humanity!" They'd scream as chunks of desolate rubble crashed into the street below.
It made butterflies flutter in his stomach. It gave him goose bumps. It was an addiction. Not like a drug induced high. This was another high, adrenaline surged through his body. His axe cut through the door with ease. Setting fire's to abandoned buildings was his specialty after all. He needed to be properly equipped to deal with anything he encountered. The Government of the Vale found it much easier buying useless property then having to spend millions on existing ones. While spending much more on demolition to tear it down. So Jason was the answer. Signal student with Arsine on his rap sheet. The perfect candidate for them to puppeteer into doing their bidding.
He whistled a tune through his gas mask his headphones were on blocking out all noise, casually flipping the handle on his axe. It changed into a flame thrower.
"Cause I set fire! To the rain watch it burn as I touch your face!" He began to sing, squeezing the trigger, flames jetted out, sacrificing more into the devils inferno.
The sounds of whirring flames where unknown to him. He had done this many times before their words still ringing in his head.
"You do what we say, we give you a clean slate. Simple isn't it."
It was simple, one wrong can't make a right. Jason knew that more than anyone. But did making multiple wrongs with the right intensions be wrong. Of course it was. Jason was the bag guy growing up. He was big and bulky so people labeled him a thug. Despite his naturally gentle nature. When he handled fire he was like a different person. A switch that let out the other guy.
He looked into the mirror. Soot had stuck to his gas mask. He furiously tried to rub it away but to no avail. The harder he tried the more of a problem the music became. Turning it off. He was exposed to the horrors of a fire. He could hear a women screaming. The cries of people inside oblivious to him. As they banged on the doors wishing to be saved. He didn't know. He didn't know they were in here. Otherwise... He was rushed into action. He chopped down the door where the women was banging. Inside was a Faunus family. The husband and child unconscious. The women was some still standing.
"Oh Thank god you came to help us!" She screamed hugging Jason. He didn't wait around. Looping the husband over his shoulders. He removed his mask placing it over the child so they could breath. He hoisted the child into his arms. As he exited the building with the family firefighters were on the scene. They took the people off of him. The people thanked him profusely they chanted his name.
"Jason Callaghan, the hero!"
He didn't deserve that. If it hand't been for a tiny bit of soot on his visor. Those people would be dead, and he could add triple homicide to the list of his crimes. He turned a corner forever walking away on whatever moment of recognition he had. Cause he didn't deserve it. They shouldn't think him a hero. More like the villain with nowhere else to go. Nothing else to turn too...
"Bravo, Mr Callaghan, Bravo!" A woman clapped she was tall and slender. Her eyes glowed in the darkened alley. His aura screamed for him to run but he held it back, something made him resist. Her teeth unsettled him, two of them were much longer actually protruding out of her lips because of their length.
"What do you want?!" Jason's voice quivered, her grin turned nasty in a matter of seconds.
"I want you to do something for me." The woman terrified Jason to the point he felt his knees wanting to give up. Her voice seemed to echo from everywhere scraping furiously into his scalp puncturing his skull. The pressure was intense. He felt his blood boil in her presence.
"Why the fuck would I do something for a stranger?!" Jason shouted disrespectfully at the older women she hissed in response.
"Because a rat like you has nowhere to go! No future! What I'm offering is a future! In exchange for continued information about the Beacon students, any crimes they commit. Anything they do that is illegal! I want to know. In exchange you get to go to Beacon. Live out your dreams Jason." Her offer was repilsize yet enticing at the same time. It was the complete balance between wanting to spit on her offer. Or consider it.
"I'm not a snitch. I can't do tha...~" He was interrupted by her yet again
"No! You are useless scum that is only good for one thing and one thing only! For you thats information and your knack for fighting. I've seen it, your pretty handy with Blackfyre, military grade weapon used by the Vale Special Forces. Your in fact the most adept at using it then anyone I've ever seen. So using those skills you could infiltrate Beacon with ease. Getting you in leave that to me otherwise all you have to do is meet me every month and tell me absolutely everything! You understand worm. Otherwise I'll turn you into the cops for attempted murder and Arsine. Do we have an agreement." She held out her hand offering him the deal of a life time. All he'd have to do is sacrifice his ideals. With hesitation he took her hand in a firm handshake. What had he gotten himself into this time.
Crimson's fire lights the way