Grimm Fall
Chapter One: Extinguish
"Get the hell down from there!" A burly man shouted as he held a sword up to a woman sitting on the support beams looking down on what appears to be a dance floor. The woman paid no mind to the burly man as she dangled a necklace. The necklace is shaped like a circle with strings attached intertwining with each other. The strings made a star while three feathers dangled on the bottom half of the circle. The woman had a smile on her face as her long crazed yellow hair dangled from her shoulder. Her hair had burnt crisps at the end of each strand of hair. Her eyes are golden with greed and excitement as she looked on with curiosity about the necklace.
"What the hell! Are you ignoring me? I said, get down from there!" The man yelled out again aiming his weapon towards her with many others with him doing the same. The woman on the support beam sighs as she put the necklace around her neck fluffing her dusty hair. She took a moment to look down at the man, she smiled. Not that a fight was about to break out but it was on a dance floor. Everything on the dance floor was golden and bright with colors rarely changing, just a different shade of gold and yellow. Her eyes lit up with greed. She took the moment to stand up on the support beam patting herself down. Patting against her large black trench coat to pulling her yellow shirt up slightly. Her black jeans were ripped and riddled with holes along with her slanted black belt. Her smile had an edge to it, her teeth were sharp.
The golden frames she saw through were clear, she could spot all the gold and jewels among the establishment. She tapped her oval glasses and all the gold disappeared and in place showed different individuals wearing proper attires to the dance floor, this wasn't an ordinary one. It was where the wealthy gathered. A ball where all the snobs and greedy roamed freely flaunting their status onto others. Prim and proper contrast clashing against the woman on the support beam.
"Huh?" She leans over threatening to fall jokingly placing her hand against her ear to hear the man closer. She glanced over to see the snarls of a few wealthy patrons yelling against a server who had ears like an animal and a tail that whimpered. She didn't change her emotion as it remained stoic.
"I had enough!" The man yells out as more black butlered guards pull out their canes aiming their weapons at the greedy yellow woman.
"Enough?" The yellow-haired woman mocked the man with a burst of laughter as she kicked herself back up with her brown boots. She gave a little hop and pretended to tip her hat at the gentlemen down below. She placed her hands on her hips and grins. "I don't think what I want is ever enough." She squints her eyes.
With a cackle of cocking of their canes turned into guns as the bottom tip of the can pop off turning into a sight for them. The gentlemen with canes wore white butler suits with white canes. They wore masks covering the top half of their face. When the final gentleman aimed his cane and cocked it, a latter of bullets rings through the ballroom as all clashed against the woman.
A large gasp rings through the audience of patrons watching in awe of the performance that had happened. The smoke cloud formed around where the woman on the support beam stood at. Swirls of smoke surrounded as the dust start to settle and clear. The gentlemen who shot looked up in a shocked and angry expression as the dust settles with a large sound echoing through the ballroom. The sound of someone hitting their fist against their hand.
The dust cleared rapidly as a light shade of yellow glossed over the woman. Her grin is wide and chaotic. She looks down at the well-manner, composed, gentlemen below with a tension of distaste.
"For a bunch of Schnees, they don't hire particularly good men." The woman sneers at the men below her. "Thanks to you, I'm all ignited!" Without hesitation, she leaps off the support beam aiming her fist high into the air, the men looked up aiming their canes again for another attack. However, no shots went off as the woman came hurling herself down faster than a shooting star into the ground creating a fiery explosion sending shockwaves of flames bursting out knocking patrons down and rendering the gentlemen to cinders.
Another bellow of smoke but this time from the woman. A crater had been formed in the center of the ballroom floor where scraps of clothing of the once gentlemen of white were at. The remaining survivors of the blast reeled in horror as the woman stood back up cracking her neck when the smoke cleared. She rolled her shoulders and hop one time gearing up for a fight. She pulled on her fingerless black leather gloves.
Screams from the patron's roar throughout the vast ballroom with many running out the doors and more gentlemen in white rushing inside. The burly man from before, his mask half-broken reeled in horror as he ran to more of the gentlemen grabbing his sword. More canes were drawn onto the woman in the crater.
"C'mon now. You know that won't even work, I even told you my semblance name." The woman grumbles. "Not that it matters, I am better than you. If you give up all your jewels and anything that shines with gold, I'll leave." The woman shrugs with a smirk.
No one spoke. The crater was surrounded by men in white with canes drawn against her aiming downward at her. She shakes her head as her hands landed back on her hips as she swung her hip to her side.
"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk." The woman kept shaking her head. There was an air of hesitation of who would strike first, it was a stalemate but deep inside, there were men in whites shaking at the crater of whether to shoot or not.
"Shoot her! Kill her! Don't let her leave that crater!" The burly man's voice rings out as the words trigger an onslaught of bullets to clash down into the pit. The woman started to run up the pit created by her downfall as bullets clashed against her but never piercing her skin. With each bullet, it clashed against a yellow tint of glow as if it was armor. Furthermore, her eyes started to glow fiery red along with her hair starting to look like fire. A wide grin came from her looking up at them clawing up the pit.
Fear started to shake the men in white as she grabbed one of the gentlemen's legs catching him on fire. The man yelled out in pain reeling back into the crowd of men in white. She growled as steam risen from her skin. She inhaled as the air around her felt denser and hot.
"She's an animal!" A gentleman in white yelled out behind her in fear. He felt the full force of the heat surrounding her as she turns around without hesitation punching him combusting him into sparks of fire to spread onto other patrons and other men in white. While many gentlemen in white started to reload their canes, she began her punching spree.
With every punch, a fire spark from her fist causing some to catch on fire rendering them to ashes or severe burns. Non-stop clashes from her fists as more steam rose from her when more bullets collided into her. She snarls as she didn't stop, even for a moment to breathe. She grinned throughout the whole experience catching people on fire, turning the wealthy into nothing but cinders. Her momentum never ceased. She hurled herself through crowds of the gentlemen in whites. To this point, most patrons left the ballroom. What remained was a handful of gentlemen who scattered and recollected themselves with the half-broken masked one behind them. He looks around frantically until he spots the server under a table in fear. He rushes over to the server.
While the gentleman made a mad dash, the woman in gold bull rushed into the group of gentlemen. From this point, the ballroom had erupted into flames. Everything turned to ash in a bright yellow spur. Everything that promoted status and wealth caught on fire. When the last man from the group went to the ground. The woman tightens her gloves to keep them on.
"Don't you dare move another inch you abomination!" The man yelled out holding his cane to the head of the server. "You move, she dies!" The yelled out to the woman almost pleaded with her morality.
She looks with a puzzled look. She tapped onto her lens frame to find a golden glow on the server. The man held onto the server's neck strangling them. Their tail straightens up to struggle against the man.
"And?" The woman looked at her glove looking at her nails pretending to not see the glow of gold on the server.
"And?" The man yelled out in fear. "What do you mean, you are a huntress! You save people from monsters! A huntress is sworn to protect! What the hell are you saying!" The man yelled in frustration and fear as he moved the server around.
"Yes, I am a huntress. Sworn to protect the people." The woman side-eyed the man. "From Grimms. The boney, inky, monstrosities that plague the world. I am no one who is in any authority to, I dunno, protect people on people violence." She cheerfully told the man. "You must have me confused with the police." She grins.
The server's eyes were full of tears as the man loosen his grip slightly demanding to know more. "That's not what a huntress is." The man told the woman. "If that is the case, you aren't here just for the oppression of the Faunus?" The man was puzzled as his brain was scattered.
"Oh, and you know it more than I do?" The woman in gold kept her smirk as she landed her hands on the hip. "I'm not a huntress because I love being one." Her demeanor changed. "I become one because of the gold and jewels I can be rewarded from it. A whole hell of a lot better than stealing but then again, it isn't that bad stealing from everyone here." The golden woman stated.
With those words sinking deeper into the man's head, a leap from the woman came punching him in the face sending him through the window out onto the night streets. Cold air started to seep through the broken window as the Faunus server fallen to the ground gasping for air.
"Thank you." The Faunus server spoke but fear took over her as she looked up to the now crouch golden woman looking down at her. She had reverted to her normal state of blonde hair and no steam seeping from her skin. A grin had formed on the woman's face.
"The gold." The woman demanded in her cold voice to the server but kept her cheerful expression.
"The gold?"
"Yes, the gold. The one you have hidden with you. You didn't expect I'd save you without taking what is mine?"
The server was shocked as she gritted her teeth. She pulled out a handful of jewels to the woman in gold.
"Thanks."
"The man was right."
"Hm?"
"You aren't doing it to protect people."
"And?" The woman raised her eyebrow. "Well, if I was you, I'd be a little grateful. You are free now and you are mad that I did it for monetary sake? Perhaps bringing to them you in chains would make compensation better." The woman grins.
The Faunus server gasped in horror and gulped.
"However, my morals keep me from doing it. It is already too much trouble and when they find out it was me, well, let's just say their ice would be melted." The woman laughed as she stretched. "Besides, if I were you again, I would get out of this building. I may be able to cause a fire but there is no way in hell I'm going to be burned by it." The woman said as she jumps onto the window and leaping out onto the street where she punched the man too.
The street was baren with only a few lamp posts giving light. One of them was fizzing in and out where the man laid at.
"Aw, I must've hit you so hard, I caused an outage." She taunts the man as the man gasps for air. She steps on the man's chest grinning down at him. She taps her glasses to reveal a faint glow of gold on him.
"Be so kind and offer me your valuables. Not the sentimental crap, just the tangible golden ones." She sneers at the man bearing her boot down against his chest causing his breathing to sharpen.
As the man searched throughout his wares, a huge gush of wind passed the woman but she shrugged to ignore it. He offered his golden valuables to the woman who eyes them with greed. She begins to count the jewels when a black petal fell right into her hand.
Her teeth gritted as she turns to look to her right. She tapped her lenses to find a girl in a crimson red cape wielding a scythe dangling it onto the concrete ground.
The black petal simply floats away.