He was awoken by the loud screeching. As he opened his he saw shadowy figures whiz past him, he then tried to move and reached for his weapon. Unfortunately his limbs were unresponsive. He then tried to get up but his body was extremely heavy. Suddenly he heard a voice whispering into his ear.
"Damn it!" He thought to himself when he realized he was unable to speak. The shadows flew towards him ready to end him. Suddenly his previously unresponsive hand grabbed his sword and swung it at the creature decapitating it. He got to his feet and charged at the rest of the creatures. He swung his sword, thrust it into the air and he would occasionally shift his body to dodge attacks.
He continued to kill several of the shadowy figures in a fierce and deadly dance till he realized something. His body wasn't moving as he wanted. When he willed himself to slash he would stab instead. Whenever he attempted to roll he would sidestep attacks instead. It felt as though something was controlling him.
One the shadow flew past him and attacked his sleeping companion. He grabbed it by the tail before it could sink it's fangs. The shadow was then repeatedly slammed against the ground before he brought down his boot onto it's head.
When the last creature was finally killed he regained control over his body. He slumped to his knees and started gasping for as he felt the adrenaline coursing through him. "Holy shit!" his companion said as he walked towards him. "Vincent are you okay?"
"I'm fine, how about you?"
"I'm okay, the incubus didn't get a chance to hurt me thanks to you." Companion said as he stretched. He looked at the disappearing Grimm with a confused look. "Vincent, how were you able to move?"
"I honestly don't know Flynn." Vincent said as he finally got his breathing under control. "I was affected by the paralysis as well."
"Whatever it was that happened saved us." Flynn said as he packed his belongings away. "We can't stay here for long. More Grimm could be nearby "
"There is a village nearby," Vincent said as he packed as well. "We'll spend the night there."
"Good idea." Flynn replied as he lifted his bag.
The village of Rouge rock sat within a valley near a mountain. Which would explain why it so cold. The villagers where also just as cold. They stared at Vincent and Flynn with weary eyes, it seems the war had left everyone uneasy.
''It's not their fault, the village was close to a battlefield the must have lost so much.'' Where did that come from?
"I thought people were nicer in the country." joked Flynn. A ball smacked into the back of child a woman grabbed the child be it's hand dragging them away, while shooting the a weary look. "It's been nearly three decades, yet everyone is still uneasy." He added in more serious tone.
The villagers more specifically the older ones, continued to eye them. Some even went as far as to send their children into the houses as they walked by.
"Of course they'd be cautious." Vincent replied. "Last time a group of strangers were here the village was burnt to the ground." How did he know that? He hadn't even heard of the village till recently. And why did it he feels so terrible? Was this guilt?
Vincent felt a hand grab onto his shoulder. ''Are you okay?'' Flynn asked.
''Yeah I'm okay.''
''Why are you crying?''
Crying? Why was he crying.
The duo walked until they reached a tavern. As they entered the room went quiet. Every head turned to look at them. Vincent made his to the bar and called for the bartender.
"Yer ain't from round 'ere." The bartender said.
"We're from Vale, I hope that isn't a problem."
"Ah, Vale, yer a long way from home."
"We're looking for work." Vincent stopped to take a sip of his drink. " but for now we're looking for a place to stay."
"What kind of work?"
"Huntsman, bounty hunter, mercenary anything as long as the pay is good. "
"Yer a huntsman?" a drunk voice asked.
"Yes who wants to know?"
"Me." A giant of man said as he stood up. He lumbered over to Vincent and Flynn, the pungent smell of alcohol coming from all over him. "Last time a huntsman came 'ere he closed of one of the mines, now we can't reach the dust inside!"
"Really now?" Vincent said. "But how does that even involve me?"
"It doesn't," the man said as he cracked his knuckles. "I just feel like beating huntsman because of that."
The man threw a punch at Vincent who ducked under it. Vincent jabbed his elbow into the man's gut causing him to grasp it in pain.
Vincent turned back to enjoy his drink. "Don't bother trying to fight me, it won't end well."
"Vincent look out!" a voice shouted. He moved out of the way as a chair hit where he stood.
"Bollocks! Jeffrey what are ya doing mate?" the barkeep asked.
"You stay out of this!"
One of the chairs smashed into the man's face. He was then grabbed by the scruff of his shirt and slammed into a support beam.
"Have you had enough?"
The man spat blood into Vincent's eyes affecting his vision. He then was punched across face knocking him to the ground. "Yer little tricks aren't gonna help ya here."
Vincent climbed back to his and put his fists up. " Vincent be on guard he might strike at any moment."
"You think?"
"Just keep your aura up I'll tell you when to attack, like now. Duck." Vincent rolled on the ground dodging a punch.
The man threw a heavy punch. "Here "Here co"Here right cross" He deflected the punch then followed with a kick to the back of the man's leg bringing him down to his knees. "Don't let up, he's almost down."
Vincent began punching the man's face till he was dizzy. The man then collapsed. "Barkeep can I have a moist cloth."
"Sorry bout Jeffrey he's an idiot."
"No harm done."
"Let me make it up to you, after all it was my idiot kid brother who started." the barkeep said "How about I offer you and your friend a place to stay."
"I'd appreciate that." Vincent said as he returned the. "Speaking of which, you weren't much help."
"I knew you could handle this on your own." Flynn said as he took a sip from his drink.
"At least you helped me out when he blinded me."
" What are you talking about?"
"When you were giving me directions."
"Vincent, I didn't say anything."
"But I could have swore." Vincent said as "You know what I must have been hearing things."
"In the mean time let's have a drink." The sound of something shattering burst into his head. Suddenly everything went dark.
"- The attacker had been rushed to the hospital immediately. Where he died of blood loss a few hours later." A reporter said as he stood in front of a busy hospital.
"Thank you Louis. I wonder why anyone would want to hurt such a good man." the news reporter said as he put his papers in order. ''In other news...''
"Televisions who would have thought something like this would exist." Said a man who sat at the side of his bed. He was dressed in a black trench coat , underneath it was a green sweater and black cotton pants. He stood up then turned to face him revealing a young male face with a stubble."You're finally awake."
"What happened?" Vincent asked as he tried to get back up only for his head to start throbbing. The pounding headache forced him back to bed as he started massaging his temples
"You took a bottle to the head." the man said as he swung his hand. "And I must say it was quite the nasty blow. You're quite fortunate, Mr?"
''Vincent.''
''Vincent, so you're a conqueror.''
Vincent looked around the room with confusion, he took in surroundings. A TV set in the corner, a closet on his left side and a window on the opposite side of the room."You're in an inn right now, the barkeep offered to give you a place to rest up." the said clearing up some of his confusion. ''He said it was his way of apologizing for what his brother did.''
"Since you know who I am, who are you? and why are you?"
"My name is Otto, I heard there was this hotshot huntsman here and I had to see him." Otto said as he slicked back his brown hair. ''I must say I'm quite disappointed, getting beaten by a civilian.''
"It's not my fault.'' Vincent responded. ''He caught me off guard.''
''Doesn't your job require you to be always on guard?'' ''Or did it everyone of you become complacent after the war, or is it just you.''
''Did you come to make fun of me?''
''Not exactly, I came to tell you things are going to change.''
''What?''
''You're life is going to take an unexpected turn.'' Otto said as his face took a somber expression. ''You're going to be pulled into another man's conflict.''
''I don't understand?''
''Go to Atlas and everything will be clearer.'' Otto said as he walked out of the room.
''Wait, come back!''
The door was then violently opened by Flynn who rushed to his friend's side. ''Ozpin are you okay?''
''Where did he go?''
''Who?
''The man who was just here, were did he?''
''There was no one here.'' Flynn said in a confused tone. ''I was in the hallway I didn't see anyone leave. Maybe it was just a dream..''
''But, I could have swore...It felt so real.''
''Ozpin? Interesting name.''
''What's this? Blackerwolvie is posting a new story? surely no one will bother to read this.''
This is a story I've been working on for a while now but never had the confidence to post, I mean just look at the poor pacing, dialogue, grammar and punctuation but I hope someone out there likes it.