(author note)
This is a brand new story from my account in WattPad and decided to put it in . This is my first time doing fanfics here and i hope you guys like the story that i made and without any further a do, here is the story.
? POV.
In the dark cold alley in Argus, a figure was caught sprinting through the alley. The figure was an adult, a faunus wearing a white vest with tunic, black pants and black hood and a long sleeve shirt. The mask he wore didn't hide the fear and panic that is on his face, as he frankly look everywhere. The cold rain poured onto him as he kept sprinting through the alley way.
Run...
That is the only thing that is going on in his mind. Fear took over his entire body as he just keep running.
Run... Run, run, run~~
Keep running away...there nowhere for you to hide~~~
Run like the pathetic bag of flesh that you are...
my eyes kept track on him like a mouse... His fear is so potent that I could smell it. I shake my head and chuckled at the fleeting meat bag. How I loved seeing them flee in terror, like the little children they are...
?: hehehe, keep on running my little pet...there's no where for you to hide...
With that i disappeared and landed on one of the buildings. I look and saw the meat bag. Awe... He seem so pathetic in how he runs. How i loved them to just walk like little children they are...
He then turn around and i saw my opening. I then move in the alley, grab his throat and disappeared toward the roof. I slammed him hard to the ground and then stomp at his leg. The satisfying sound of bones breaking and the crunch, OH so delicious. The man screams were silence by the booming sound of thunder and lightning, as my eyes gleemed with glee as I grab his arm, before I harshly twisted his arm before snapping it.
The man screams in pain once more while a grin started to form on face. He then look at me, his eyes contains the feeling of anxiety, pain, and most of all...fear. His entire body shaken to it's core, as his started to plead towards my feet.
Grunt: p-p-please. Spare me. Please!
when he said this, i gave a little-yet low chuckle, frightening the man even further as my voice was become less human. Oh how I loved seeing them squirm and graveled, it makes them even more fun to rip their guts out.
?: I don't think so...
I then grab him by the throat and look at him closely. he looked so exhausted, so frightened, sooo...Delicious... It almost made me want to keep him as a pet and made him put on hot iron shoes and made him dance all day... Before i ended his miserable life! I slowly gotten closer to his face..the fear in his eyes are visible as he gulps down his saliva
?: let's go back, meat bag. I bet the rest of the fang would be... Disappointed on you if you missed the party... Hehehe.
Grunt: no... No no no!
But I didn't listen. And just disappeared.
In a warehouse down the docks, we have arrived at out destination. I opened the door and the meat bag saw a scene that made him sick. On the floor in the ware house were multiple dead bodies. All which have the same outfits. Their blood were running down their wounds and spilling throughout the floor, some have separate body parts, while were dangling on the air by their own intestines.
The man look back at me with fear, like I'm some sort of monster. Heh, I'm more than just that though, but I have someone to introduce first.
?: welcome to the party! The others are waiting for you to joined them.
The grunt look at me with fear and panic. Not that i can blame him. I did just killed, maimed, skinned, and tortured his allies while singing ' the wheels of the bus go round and round '. I sigh in a fake nostalgic feeling at that. Good song...Good song. He tried to fight off my grip but I just laugh at the futile attempt. I then turned my attention to the faunus as he struggles even more to break free. I let this on for a few more seconds before i pulled out a knife from my jacket.
He probably didn't notice it before i place the tip of the knife just centimeters away to the faunus's eyeball.
The man pupils shrink as he saw the knife, his entire body is now Paralyzed. He even looks like he's going to piss himself. He looks so pathetic, it almost made me feel sorry for him and let him go. Hah! almost. i pulled back and place the knife high up to the air. I took a couple of moments just to savor the moment of his final days in life... Before I slit his throat wide open... before he'd be joining the others through hell!
Prometheus: send this to the rest of the fang for me. That Prometheus is coming for them. Hahaha... HAHAHAHAH!
Grunt: no... NOOOOO
(third POV)
?: aghhhhh!
The figure immediately sit up from his bed. Cold sweat poured from his skin, he was breathing heavily as he was trying to calm down his rapid beating heart. Once he manage to, he got hold of himself before checking his clock.
?: 4:45... Not so surprising.
He get out of bed and went to the bathroom. He sigh and turn the faucet on and begin to wash his face. The cold water made him wide awake before grabbing a towel. Once he was finish, he look at the mirror and saw his reflection.
He have red spiked back hair, dark brown eyes, light tanned colored skin-tone and un-shaved facial hair. He was wearing a black tank-top shirt revealing a fair amount of muscle and broad shoulders, giving him an lean yet athletic body. He also got some slight bangs under his eyes as he didn't have enough sleep thanks to the nightmares.
He sighs and went to the kitchen. Speaking of which, was his entire place was a mess. It's not a pigsty, but it was getting there. Alcohol bottles were littered on the floor, some are stacked on top of the tables, and used clothes are littered everywhere.
As he made his way through the kitchen, he starts looking for anything to eat. He then pick up some left over pizza from last night and reheat it in the oven. He then grab a glass and pour some alcohol in it. He really doesn't give a damn, if it this early to drink. He needed something to get his mind off the nightmare and this is the best way to do it.
He heard the ding and pulled out the pizza from the oven. He plate it and went to the couch. He opened the TV and see what is the latest news.
After an hour watching( and burning his mouth) he found nothing new to the eye. White fang hijacking a train full of dust,a kidnapping, and a dust robbery.
He look up at his scroll and saw a few messages from Michael; One of his friends that works with him on the shop. He opened his message box and saw the text.
Message:
Hey Aleister, Just want to let you know that the new engine and parts for the bike have arrived last night. So Rile told us to work on it tomorrow before we can ship it off.
Oh yeah, my sister is coming to town and she invited us for a party at a club near the shop. I know that you don't usually go to these types of things but you need to losen up. Tell me by tomorrow, OK?
From: Michael
The red haired teen, now know as Aleister sighs, he really doesn't want to go to the club or any party for that matter. He usually stays up late at the shop working on his bike or at a bar. At least it is quiet until someone starts a fight. But for Micheal to just trying again to invite him again to go partying is really giving him an headache. He chug down the rest of the alcohol before he checks and saw it was 5:15 in the morning.
Aliester: I guess its time to go to the shop then.
Aleister then went to the shower. A few minutes later he went from the bathroom, he already got dress in some jeans, a pair of black sole shoes, a gray shirt and a black leather zip-up hoodie.
He then grab his gloves, lock his apartment, then head downstairs. He look around the parking lot and saw his motorcycle. A black cruiser bolt motorcycle. He got on, started the engine, and drove off. He take a look around town and saw that there are people are jogging on the sidewalk, some are walking their dogs and some are heading to work.
He always enjoyed this. Riding on his motorcycle through the city. He can just relax and feel the wind pass through his face, it just feel good. It felt liberating, peaceful. Even if a lot of these days people tend to take the bullhead or cars.
(An hour later)
He arrived at 'The Gearbox Mechanics' an hour later and saw that the manager is opening the shop. The manager was about 30 years old, blond hair violet eyes. he was wearing boots, black pants and a blue T-shirt. He look up and smiled at Aleister.
?: hey Aleister!
Aleister: sup Rile. Opening the shop?
Rile: yeah, and your early as usual. Got the message from Micheal?
Aleister: yeah. The parts have arrived and so have the engine. Plus my bike need a bit if a tune up.
Rile: all work and no fun, huh?
Aleister: not the slightest.
Rile chuckled at this. It's been a year since he hired Aleister in the shop, and so far Aleister is a work horse. He would stay up late at night to finish a project or work on his motorcycle.
He remembered the day that Aleister have built his motorcycle from spare parts in the shop. He spent months on it and refuse to give up. He did have some help making it. But to say that Aleister is happy is and understatement.
In the shop
Aleister exits the changing room, he is now in blue overalls and went toward the garage. It was mostly empty since he arrived so early than the rest, which gives him time to see the brand new part and the engine that they order.
He walk towards the boxes where the parts should be and take look and saw that the new parts have arrived and opened it.
The Exaust, the gears, the suspensions, dash and gauges, and the brand new brakes.
He nodded and started to put some of the parts up the bike.
(Closing Time)
A few hours later they manage to get the bike finish and working, so they did a few request and a bit of fixing some vehicles and did some request. Right now Aleister is cleaning up the shop. Most of the workers have gone home and all that left is him and Micheal.
Micheal is two years older than Aleister, but somehow he acts like a child at times. He have brown hair black eyes and a bit of a pale skin. Be was wearing a simple t-shirt and pants. And right now he is bugging him to join him.
Micheal: c'mon man. It'll be fun.
Aleister: how many times do I have to tell you? I don't go to clubs, and the last time that happened I send someone to the hospital.
Micheal: oh c'mon, its not that bad.
Aleister stared at Micheal with a deadpaned expression before saying.
Aleister: ...The guys parents filed a lawsuit against the me for hurting their kid... If it weren't for the cameras and a few witnesses, then I would be in jail by now by some overprotective parents who can't see their perfect little angel get thought a lesson about respect.
Micheal gained a sheepish expression when Aleister said that. He remembered that situation all too well. The guy was a spoiled rich kid that picked on Aleister just because his girl was flirting with him, but Aleister didn't take any of it. Needless to say he got jealous and got to Aleister's face. Aleister tried to defuse the situation and saying that he is not interested on his girl. But the guy didn't buy it and socked Aleister on the face and insulted him and his parents.
Aleister was a bit...Touchy about his parents and needless to say, that Aleister put the rich bastard on his place was an understatement. Just several broken bones,two black eyes, several shards of glass on his face that he bashes his head on the counter-top, broken fingers, nose, and probably can never walk again. yeah. That how sensitive he is about his parents, especially when someone disrespects them.
Aleister sighs as he turn back to the work table.
Aleister: Michael, just go on without me, hang out with your sister. It been a year since you saw her after she move to Vacuo.
Michael's sister was a huntress. She attended mistrial academy and told them that she will be moved to Vacuo as a representative for mistrial. It been a year since Micheal saw her and he didn't want to get in the way.
Micheal: you sure? Cause I think you need-
But he was cut off by Aleister giving him a slight glare. Micheal just sighs and nodded and left the shop. It's times like these that Aleister can be stubborn as he wants. Once he was out of sight, Aleister shake his head and went to go repair his bike. Not noticing someone has entered the garage.
( Author note)
that is it for the part one of this character arc, there are three more OC's in this story and each character will have an arc progressing from the beginning toward their journey heading towards beacon. let me know what you guys think about the chapter and don't be afraid to send some feedback. thank you for your time