Deep in some unknown woods, 5 days after recent Souless attack
23 Beowulfs. 7 Ursa. 2 Nevermores. He sensed their presence, all throughout the woods.
His woods.
He gritted his teeth. It wasn't the Grimm bothering him the most, though. Not to say they didn't bother him. He was plenty bothered by them. What really got him was the fact why there seemed to be so few. When there were fewer Grimm in the area, that meant one of two things.
One, the Grimm were being exterminated. A nice thought, but the woods was a big place, plenty of room for plenty of Grimm.
Two, the Grimm were somewhere else. Meaning, they were in greater numbers somewhere else. Somewhere he didn't know. He didn't like not knowing. It felt too much like helplessness. Something he promised himself never to feel.
Ever again.
He got up from his spot in the tree, making sure he had everything. When he felt satisfied, he turned towards the direction of the Nevermore, preparing to run when he felt a Beowulf die.
And another. Then two more. That sent chills done his spine. Not that he cared for them. He wished they would all die. It was the fact he couldn't sense what killed them. And his semblance didn't miss things like that. Against his better judgement, he started running towards the Beowulf pack. It only took a few minutes, but all the while more Beowulfs were dropping and he still couldn't sense the killer.
Once he was close enough to hear the battle, the last Beowulf had died.
'Only a Hunter or Huntress could take them down like that. Only I can't sen...'
That was as far as he got, when he felt it. The presence.
A cold, dank presence. One of pure darkness. One that had eliminated the Beowulfs.
He pulled out his crossbow, Artemis, and loaded up his mag. Jumping straight up, he grabbed a branch in one hand and yanked himself up into the tree, aiming towards the presence. He let fire, feeling the bolt strike true.
Just not as true as he wanted, because the presence stayed there. Puzzled, he was about to move when the tree started to fall. Just barely managing to jump to another tree, he concentrated on the presence. Soon he knew what it was.
Grimm. And yet, not Grimm. Aiming for a different spot it, he fired twice in quick succession, hitting right in the head.
And yet, he felt the tree he was in fall over. He was able to move to a higher tree, and then he threw a firecracker to his left. Only to feel the tree fall over again. After jumping down, he hit a button the crossbow, turning the curved part ninety degrees. After it quit turning, a thin sheet of metal stuck out, sharpened to great effect.
The Grimm charged him, which he jumped above it. He swung straight down, feeling his axe dig deep into the Grimm. And still it lived, grabbing his ankle. He felt himself get thrown, which he easily flipped around and fixed his balance.
Only to feel the Grimm had already closed the distance. He quickly brought the axe up, using his free hand to rest the side of the axe on, and blocked the charge. He felt himself get pushed back a few inches, then stop, although he still felt the Grimm pushing him. Straining to hold it back, he moved his head over to the axe side, and used it to hold ot up. Using his free hand, he punched the Grimm in the face, stunning it slightly.
Using that chance, he swung the axe, cleaving the head off.
No more presence. He fell, face first, into the grass, hands barely in time to stop the sudden impact. He started breathing heavily, as if he only started at that moment. Feeling his consciousness fade away, he forced himself onto his back, and let the sun's warmth wash over him before fainting.
?, ?
There was only darkness.
No color.
No movement.
No noise.
Only darkness. He couldn't move, couldn't speak. Could only suffer, as he did back then.
When they took his eyes.
But this was different. They took everything now. Eveything. Cold.
Cold. Cold. Cold.
As if they took his own skin from him.
Coldcoldcoldcoldcoldcoldcoldcoldcoldcoldcoldcoldcoldcold.
But they did more then that.
He woke up, a cold sweat soaked into his clothes. He moved his body around, making sure he was all in one piece. After a short bark of laughter, he used his semblance to check around for the Grimm. after finding it, he sat back down and meditated on his vision. If his vision was true, then that meant that the Grimm he fought had somehow taken complete control of a human.
That would explain why he couldn't sense it. He was looking for soulless creatures that didn't have aura.
"Ugh, gotta remember to work on that," he said as he grabbed Artemis and switched it back to crossbow form. He then moved over to the Grimm corpse, and started to feel around the corpse.
'If only I could see, I wouldn't need to feel up Grimm Corpses. Ugh, at least there isn't anyone...'
"Why, hello dear boy! Do you come here often?"
He jumped, and spun around, hand already on Artemis.
"No need, dear boy! I am not looking trouble, I was just simply looking for a strange Grimm."
After hearing that, he lowered the crossbow, and started to get up. He felt a hand grab his own and help him up, then felt the same hand shake his own.
"My dear boy, I am known as Professor Port. I teach at Beacon, and wished to capture one of these new Grimm called Souless. Quite rare, and not one that was captured has stayed alive long enough for investigation, hence why I was attempting to capture it alive . Since I am so blah blah blah..."
Same spot as before, 1 hour later (Feels longer than that though)
"...blah blah blah enough cabbage to save the town, hence why cabbage is such a heroic smell. But I digress. What are you doing in theses woods, dear boy?"
He turned towards the young man, and saw the boy straighten up. The young man in question was clad in a dark green sleeveless top, tan cargo pants, and a dark blue-gray band around his eyes. His tanned skin was covered in scars, and a jagged scar, starting from in front of his right ear and went down his neck. His dark blue hair was short and unkempt.
'Such an outstanding example of heroics, a great hunter-to-be, and...'
When he notcied the Grimm corpse.
"Dear boy, where did you find this Souless?"
"That's a Souless? Huh, had the strength of three Ursa, found it attacking Beowulfs. It cleared out twenty three of them, and still gave me a fight."
Port was silent, causing the young man to try to listen for him. When his hands touch Port's shoulder, Port turns towards him. He clears his throat, and copies the young man.
"Dear boy, due to your circumstances, you can't see it, but this Grimm is special."
"So...what?"
"...This Grimm needed to be caught alive."
Shock registered on the young man's face. "...Oh. My bad, huh?"
He felt Port's hands leave his shoulders. "Not at all, Dear boy! You did marvelously, of that I am sure. You had no idea, and this kind of Grimm leaves no room for error. Feel proud that you were victorious, and remember this experience."
"...Well, then I just need to catch you a new one of these 'Souless', right?"
Port stood still, trying to register what the young man said. "...What?"
"You heard me. Of course, payment comes first."
"What?"
"Payment. You know, it mostly ends up being the thing you put in a wallet? Ah well, I'll settle for being taken to this Bacon place."
And before Port could say a word, the young man had already began pushing him foward, and he found himself walking.
"And just so you know, I like Malthazar better than 'Deer boy'. Or you could can call me 'The Psychic Bolt'. Which ever works for you, dear customer!"
And that is the our next member of DMNZ, ladies, gents, and Weiss.
Weiss: Hey! And, who the hell are you?
Me? I'm the author. But don't worry bout that. And go back to your own side of the wall.
Weiss: And which side is that?
The one I'm not on, of course. Now get back there *pushes her back into her world*
Well, now that we got that done, time for a bio.
Name: Malthazar
Age: 18
You saw the decrip up there, I don't think you need another one.
Weapons: Artemis- Crossbow/Axe Fenrir- Dartgun/Dagger
Semblance: Super Single Sense (Kinda explains itself, but here it comes anyway) He can sense whatever he wants. However, he can only search using one criteria (basically, while looking for A, he can't find B.), although he could change said criteria at anytime (Think search engine).
Aura color: Blue.
And with the bio done, now onto the next business. The farewell.
Review, because I need them. Since I like to improve. Oh, and before I forget, tell your friends.
~DarkJester420