The Creed of a Huntsman
Ozpin, May 22nd, 2013
'Well… this is interesting'
Ozpin had seen a lot of interesting things in his life, some borderline crazy, but he never would think that he would have a boy nearly dead in the nurse's office at Beacon. Glynda had found him near a bench and had rushed him to said location. Sure, Beacon had gotten patients nearly dead every fifteen years or so, but this time was different.
The boy didn't show up on ANY database records.
Yes, some people lived away from the cities in reservations and whatnot, but those people had been registered into the system in case the visited the doctor or the dentist. This kid wasn't any of said people. Atlas, Vacuo, Vale, Mistral, no records at all. Not to mention he did not have any Aura.
He stared at the monitor, which showed the boy who was attached to countless machines designed to monitor his vitals; feed him oxygen and stop him from losing more blood. He had multiple gunshot wounds; two on his right shoulder; three more on his left abdomen. Not to mention the stab wound on his chest, which narrowly missed his heart. Hell, if he survived, it would be a miracle. But the many scars that adorned his chest said that he had been to hell and back, and the thought of survival of this was on a sliver too small.
"Ozpin" he heard a voice.
He turned around to face his assistant and longtime friend, Glynda Goodwitch.
"Yes?" he asked.
"What are we going to do with him? He has no records in the database, he may very well die here, and his weapons are unlike anything I've ever seen."
Whoever he was, he was packing a hell of an arsenal. A sleek, curved ninjato, a pistol, an assault rifle, throwing knives, rope darts, and two wrist gauntlets, the left one able to bend to it could be wielded like a dagger, the right one had some rope launcher.
"I'm not sure, but maybe we should let him explain himself. After that, we can decide what to do with him" he responded.
"Do you think he will be a danger to others?" she asked.
"Maybe, if he is… we will have to… you know"
"I hope not" she answered
Marcus Garcia, one week later…
"Ow" he thought.
Marcus was not sure where he was, but he was too afraid to open his eyes and be greeted by needles and Templars. He had seen what had happened to Assassins who were captured by Templars. Hell, he was forced to kill one. It let him know how powerful they were, how hopeless the fight to put the Templars out of power had been, But he at least wanted to see if he was bullshitting himself. He blinked a few times, before his eyes forced his eyes open. He was met with a pristine white ceiling. He turned head to see more another clean wall and medical equipment, all of which were attached to him. This sure as hell wasn't them.
"God damn… who the hell managed to pull me out of Abstergo alive?" he asked no one.
He tried to pull himself up, but winced and instantly shot back down. He pulled off the sheet that covered him to be met with multiple bandages, with a little bit of blood staining them. Now it was coming back to him; the mission, sneaking into Abstergo thanks to optic camo, finding the Apple of Eden, being discovered and shot and stabbed, after he managed to kill some of the security, it began to shake violently and glow, and that was all he remembered.
The door suddenly clicked and swung open and in walked a beautiful young nurse no older than 27 with auburn hair tied in a bun, dark blue eyes and the usual medical garb holding a tray carrying bandages and a bottle of Hydrogen Peroxide. Their eyes met and the young lady dropped the tray.
"Dear Monty, he's alive! He actually lived!" she yelled. "Lisa, go inform Ozpin immediately!"
"Wha-What's going on?" he asked.
"Don't move. Its just that... never mind. Let me clean your wound and change those bandages" she responded. Marcus attempted to shrug, but gritted his teeth and tried not to let out a scream. "Yeah, don't shrug"
She began to remove the bandages and began small talk. He learned her name was Clara and that she was indeed 27. The rest was silence. He once again gritted his teeth when she poured the Hydrogen Peroxide, but didn't flinch. She soon left him to ponder his thoughts.
'What about Emilia? I hope she's doing okay. Hopefully Samuel is helping her search for me. I want to be there for their wedding' Yup, after nine years of dating his sister, his best friend Samuel Bryson had finally proposed to her. He was happy for her, and was waiting for the day his sister gets pregnant, so he can meet little Marcus Jr (He would convince them to name their baby Marcus should it be a boy).
While contemplating this, the door opened revealing a middle aged man with messy silver hair, a pale complexion, and tinted glasses. He wore a dark black coat with dark green pants, a dark green button up vest underneath it, a light green undershirt and a matching scarf, which had a purple cross emblem on it. He carried a coffee mug in one hand, a cane in the other.
He was soon followed by a woman the same age as him, with light blonde hair tied in a bun with a curl hanging down the right side of her face, and a pale white complexion. She also wore thin ovular glasses and teal earrings. She wore a white long sleeved suit that exposed part of her chest and puffy sleeves. She also wore a black business skirt, and lighter blackish-brown stockings. On her feet were black boots with brown heels, and she wore a tattered cape that was purple on the inside and black on the outside. In her hand was a riding crop.
"Good morning sir" the man greeted. "You seem to be rather well"
"Well, in all honesty, I feel like shit" Well, it was true.
"Yes, I would too if I was shot five times and stabbed once" whoever this guy was, Marcus already liked him. "However, I would like to know why a boy was found bleeding out near my academy"
" Academy? What kind of school has a freakin' hospital in it?" He questioned.
" One that houses Hunstman and Huntresses of course. How could you not know that?" Glynda interrupted. Ok, now he seriously wondered where the hell he was at.
"Hunstman? Huntresses? Are you sure I'm the crazy one here?"
He saw the both of them share a glance before the man spoke up.
"Do you know where you are? Have you heard of Vale? Vacuo? Atlas? Mistral?"
"Huh? This is America, right?" Again, another glance. "I'm not going to like this answer, but this isn't planet Earth, is it?"
"I'm afraid not Mist-" Ozpin answered before being interrupted by Marcus swearing violently.
"Language" Glynda said.
"Let me guess, it isn't 2015 either?" he asked.
"Yes" Glynda responded, which led him to groan.
"It's obvious you are not from here, so maybe you should tell us how you came here" Ozpin said.
"I… can't say…" he answered. Telling them how he got here would involve compromising the brotherhood. Besides, what if other assassins were here and killed him? But, they could be assassins as well. He disregarded those thoughts because the sounded stupid.
"Please, we mean you no harm… um…"
"Marcus. Marcus Garcia" he introduced.
"Ozpin. The woman besides me is Glynda Goodwitch"
Marcus sighed. He wasn't one to violate the tenants of The Assassin's Creed, but these people helped him heal. And something about Ozpin put him at ease.
"Fine. But none of this conversation is revealed to anyone, ever" he demanded
"As you wish" Ozpin agreed. Marcus began to tell them of the Assassins, from Altair Ibn-La Ahad, to Desmond Miles. He told them of the never-ending war between them and the Templars and how the nearly purged all assassins. And he began telling them of their ideals and how assassins strived for free will, while Templars wanted total control. He talked about his mission to infiltrate Abstergo and retrieve an 'ancient doohickey' as he called it. He concluded with the story of the first civilization, who created the doohickey that brought him ther.
Ozpin then began to tell him about the creation of humanity and how they were forced to fight creatures of darkness known as Grimm and the discovery of Dust, and how it was in everything from toothpaste and pens from bombs and bullets. He told him how hunters were formed to combat the Grimm to give humanity a fighting chance. He told him about the multiple academies that trained huntsman and huntresses. And he ended with how Faunus, who were subjected to discrimination.
"And that is all we have to say, but before we leave, I'd like to make a proposition" Ozpin announced. "I'd like for you to become a huntsman-in training"
Marcus was pretty shocked at first. He was a cold-blooded murder, a killer. He was raised to kill without him even knowing it. Yet, this man wanted him to become a protector of humanity. Then again, he couldn't protect free will if no one was left to defend.
"When do I start?"
"…"
"…"
"Uhhh, guys?" he questioned.
"… In about two months" Ozpin answered.
"So… I'm just gonna be stuck in this academy for two months?" he asked.
"No, no I can't have that. Buuut, I have a friend who owes me a favor. He can house you once you recover" Ozpin answered. Both Ozpin and Glynda left the room and shut the door. Ozpin pulled out his scroll and began to search through his contacts before he pressed one. Ozpin began to talk.
"Taiyang, you remember that favor you owe?"
Marcus, one week later
"So you are the one Ozpin mentioned?" Qrow asked.
"Yes sir" Marcus answered as he observed him. Qrow, as he was called was pale white man with black and greyish hair. He wore a cross necklace and a long sleeved vest that was light grey with a darker grey patch that went vertical on his chest. The inside he assumed was black, given by the collar and cuffs of the vest. He wore a brown bracelet on his right arm. His cape was red and tattered a lot more than Glynda's cape. He wore black pants and black boots.
"Drop the formalities kid, I'm not a drill sergeant" he waved him off.
"Right, sorry 'bout that" he apologized.
"I'm supposed to drop you off at my brother-in law's house. Don't worry yourself too much, but don't fuck my nieces, got it?" he growled. He liked his response, which was his head rapidly nodding yes. "Good. Let's go" he said as they entered his vehicle. The car ride had an unnerving silence that Marcus enjoyed very much. He wasn't one for talking too much anyways. They eventually ended up at the docks, in which they transitioned from car to boat. They took off to an island just off the coast. It took 30 minutes before they eventually arrived. After that, they walked about 2 miles before they ended up at a two story house colored white and yellow.
"Well, here we are" Qrow announced. "Remember what I said"
"Yes. I won't bang your nieces" he agreed. He walked to the front door and pressed the doorbell twice. Commotion came from inside and the door swung open revealing a beautiful blonde girl whose hair reached her waist, she had a pale complexion and lilac eyes. She wore a yellow plaid crop top which exposed some of her breast and some short jean shorts. All in all, she was sexy as hell.
"Hellloooo~ handsome" the girl flirted, which promted Qrow to facepalm and leave.
"I assume you are one of Qrow's nieces?" he inquired.
"That's me, names Yang. Yang Xiao Long." she responded.
"Marcus Garcia"
"Ruby! Come down and met the hot dude!" She called out which caused him to blush. Thank god he was wearing his hood. The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs was followed by a girl that looked 4 years younger than him who oddly enough, had silver eyes. She had a pale complexion and black hair with scarlet tips. She wore a red tank top and black shorts that reached her knees along with a cape.
"Ruby, this is Marcus, the hot guys" she introduced him. Again, blush.
"Hi Marcus" she mumbled. She must have been shy too.
"Hey Ruby. Thank you guys for letting me stay here. I really appreciate it" he thanked.
"It's all good" Yang waved off. "Come on in"
"Sooo… I assume you know why I'm here?" he asked. With that, Ruby's face lit up and nearly tackled him.
"Gah!"
"Yup, so can I see your weapons?!" she asked while Yang was trying to pry her off.
"Later, okay?" he promised.
"Yay!"
'This is gonna be a loooong two months'
