Ch. 2
Abaddon awoke, staring at the ceiling. The room was pretty dark, but he recognized the faint light of a candle coming from the direction of Emma's desk. He felt well rested from his nap and the food helped to sweeten the deal. He sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
The sunlight shined through the windows at an angle and with such brilliance that meant one thing; It was sunset. Abaddon stood up and fixed his short sleeve black shirt and baggy blue jeans. He gazed towards the candlelit desk and saw that Emma was there. She had fallen asleep while working on something. He walked over and saw an unfinished painting on a pedestal in front of her. Only half the painting was done and it was the face of a black wolf with red eyes.
"I wonder if that represents me in any way," he thought.
Abaddon pulled Emma's chair back and picked her up in his arms. He walked over to the bed and put her down, pulling the blue blanket over her to keep her warm.
"I'll be back kitty." He gave her a quick kiss on her head before heading downstairs.
Abaddon walked downstairs into the kitchen. Everything was completely quiet. On the table was another plate of cookies along with a few pears, his backpack, and a note. He picked up the note, noticing Mrs. Trennair's handwriting. It read:
Went out to do some shopping with friends. Mr. Trennair should be home soon. The pears are for Abaddon and the cookies for you Emma. Be back soon.
-Mom
The wolf faunus smiled. Pears were one of his favorite foods. He picked up the pears and put them in his back pack, then strapped the pack onto his back. He took three cookies from the plate before walking out the kitchen, through the living room, and out the front door. He locked the door behind him after he closed it.
"Should I go collect my gauntlets?" He said to himself. He was dealing with Grimm after all, but since Samuel said that there were only a few Abaddon decided against it. His brute strength alone would suffice. Then he started his trek back to Samuel's home.
Once he reached it, he knocked on the front door. There was a bit of commotion from inside before the old farmer himself opened the door. He wore a straw hat this time and instead of his blue overalls he had on a tan shirt with dirty brown cargos.
"Oh hey there bud. Glad you made it in time," he said relieved. "I was afraid you were gonna be a no show."
"Naw, I wouldn't abandon you like that." Abaddon gave him a thumbs up. "So where do the Grimm usually appear?"
"Come on," Sam said as he walked out the door and around the house. Abaddon followed him to the back where the crop field and animals were. "There." He pointed to the forest on the other side of the field. "They usually come out of that spot right there."
Abaddon took a look around. Samuel's farm was pretty small in length, but large in width with a wooden gate surrounding its entirety. Only a certain majority of it carried the crops he grew to sell on the market or feed the animals. There was a large barn on the far western side of the field. Also, none of the animals appeared to be out, not even the chickens.
"Where are the animals?" The boy asked.
Samuel pointed to the big red barn. "I herded them all into the barn so they wouldn't get in the way."
Abaddon saw no problem with the job, but due to the huge width of the field a Grimm could get past him and try to make a beeline for the house. One could even get into the town itself and hurt someone.
"Can you provide cover fire?" He asked.
Samuel nodded. "I've got a rifle in the house. I can shoot from the window there if any of em get too close." He tipped his head towards the open window behind him. Sam climbed through the window into the kitchen and sat in the chair he had positioned near it.
Abaddon stood against the wall to the right of the window. He took out one of his pears and begin eating as he waited. "Sam might be hungry too," he thought. He reached into his bag and pulled out the three cookies, holding them out in front of the window for Sam.
"You want some?" He asked. He didn't like being selfish with food, no matter how hungry he was.
Sam's hand reached up and grabbed the three cookies. "Don't mind I do bud. Thanks."
"No problem."
The duo ate their snacks as the sun continued to set over the western horizon. They waited for about 20 minutes until the familiar sound of growling made Abaddon's ears twitch. Looking across the yard to the trees, he saw the unmistakable red glare of several Grimm. They slowly crawled out of the darkness, like predators looking for game to chase. Their eyes were alight with hunger.
It was a small group: three beowulves and one Ursa Major. They started sniffing around, probably expecting to see the farm animals first. Abaddon had finished his snack a while ago and threw the finished remains, which bounced off one of the beowulves armored skulls. They froze, then set their sights on him.
The wolves growled and all began bounding towards the boy. Abaddon liked the challenge and charged towards them. When the first wolf was within range, he primed his left fist and punched it straight in the gut. The creature went flying back towards the trees. A second Beowulf lunged at Abaddon's right, claws outstretched. The boy kicked it, sending his right foot into the Grimm's chest. The strike put it in a daze.
Abaddon quickly grabbed one of its legs, picking it up and throwing it at another one of its incoming brethren. The impact sent them both spiraling towards the ground. "This is no fun. You guys are too weak. If only you were alphas, then it'd be an entertaining fight."
The beowulf he punched earlier came back for more. Abaddon dodged to the left, then grabbed its lower jaw. Before it could try to bite down, he ripped off the entirety of its bottom jaw and shoved it into the wolf's throat. The beowulf's body twitched for a bit before collapsing to the ground, dead.
The other two got back on their feet and charged.
Abaddon saw them and performed a roundhouse kick that sent one of them flying to the right. The other was punched directly in the face. He grabbed one of its arms and slammed it on the ground, then proceeded to stomp on its skull. The top portion of its head caved in and the wolf fell limp.
The last beowulf pounced on Abaddon from behind. He reacted by elbowing it in the snout. He turned around, flipped onto the wolf's back, and wrapped his arms around its throat. The beowulf began slashing and shaking its body, trying to get the faunus of its back.
SNAP!
The beowulf's body fell to the ground. It's snapped neck cause its head to be positioned at an awkward angle. Abaddon stepped off its lifeless body and dusted himself off.
"I feel like I'm forgetting something," he said to himself.
"Lookout! Ursa!" Sam yelled.
"Dammit." Abaddon turned around, only to be hit full force by the ursa's huge left paw. The impact sent him flying through the air into the chicken coop with a loud crash. Broken wooden boards and hay lay everywhere, with Abaddon buried within.
Sam aimed his rifle at the ursa and fired, but the shot only managed to irritate it. The beast turned in his direction and roared, sprinting towards Sam at full speed.
"Just like dear old dad used ta say. Gotta get 'em right between the eyes." Sam fired four times, each bullet hitting the ursa in the armored head between its red eyes. Although, this had little effect and only served to piss it off even more.
Sam started to panic a bit. He kept firing at different places on the beast's body, but this did not halt its advance. Sam panicked even more when the rifle clip clicked empty. The ursa was almost upon him and he couldn't find any extra ammo clip close by.
The ursa came about 10 feet to the window when an outstretched hand grabbed it by the fur on its neck and used its momentum to toss the beast into the ruins of the already destroyed chicken coop.
"Let's see how you like it, bastard," Abaddon said as he brushed all the hay and chicken feathers out of his hair and clothes. "Are you alright Sam?"
Sam gave him a thumbs up, still a little shaken from what could've been his demise but was otherwise glad to see that Abaddon was on his feet.
Abaddon gazed back towards his opponent. The ursa was back on its feet. It shook the debris off its back, then quickly charged at Abaddon. It seemed hell-bent on finishing him.
Abaddon took a defensive stance, fists clenched in front of him. He waited until the beast was about two feet away from him, then gave it a sharp jab to its armored skull, cracking it. Abaddon sidestepped to the left as the beast skidded to a stop, feeling the wound on its head.
The boy walked over to its head and punched his left fist straight into its skull, killing it.
Abaddon then pulled his fist out of the ursa's cranium. Looking around him, he saw that the Grimms' bodies were already dissipating, there essence writhing from their bodies like black smoke. He walked back to the kitchen window to talk to Sam.
"Is that all of them?" He asked.
Sam scratched his head. "Yep, that's about it. Ya'know, you're like one of them huntsmen fellas. Killin Grimm for a living."
"I know, but it's not a living for me exactly. Not yet anyways," Abaddon replied.
"Wait right here." Sam retreated into the kitchen. Abaddon watched as he went through a couple of drawers in the kitchen, trying to find something most likely important. After rummaging for a few minutes, Sam came back to the window.
"Here you go. You said I didn't have to, but I wanted to give you something for your work." He handed Abaddon a stack of Lien.
Abaddon took it and counted 50 Lien in the stack. "Damn Sam, but wouldn't you need this to buy supplies? Especially for the chicken coop?"
"Naw bud, that's all yours. And as for the coop, I've been meanin to rebuild and repaint it for weeks now. Well, it's about time for my nap. You have a nice evening ma friend, and thanks again."
"Anytime Sam."
Sam gave Abaddon a friendly pat on the shoulder before shutting the window and closing the blinds. Abaddon made his way from the backyard to the front. He walked through town back to Emma's house and noticed a man with short red hair, blue eyes, a lean build, and wearing a green shirt with brown cargos standing on the porch. He was having a conversation with another gentleman.
"Mr. Trennair, how's it goin?" Abaddon waved at him as he approached the house.
Daniel Trennair, Emma's father, waved back. "Hey Abaddon. Out doing another job?"
Abaddon nodded. "Yeah, it was at old Sam's farm. Had to get rid of some Grimm. He even gave me 50 Lien afterwards."
Daniel smiled. "That's great son. Oh, also someone wants to speak with you. This is an old friend of mine from Vale." He gestured toward the man beside him.
The man standing before Abaddon was a tall old aged gentleman with short grey hair, glasses, and a dark green suit. He also had a cane, but clearly didn't need it. "Hello Mr. Rizer, my name is Professor Ozpin. Would you come inside with me? I have something important to discuss with you."
