(Sorry guys had to post this again because it wouldn't update the changes I made)
Hello and welcome to the intro and beta chapter for my new fanfiction. This is where I will introduce my four main characters. Please be warned that this is my first story ever so please do be fair on the comments and advice. I hope to be able to write more of this story but it might take me a while and I can't say if there will a set amount of time between chapters as of yet. Well that's all for now, please read and enjoy.
As the sun starts to rise a boy wakes up in the clearing of a forest. He stands up and stretches, turning his crimson red eyes to the sky. After putting up his sleeping bag he goes down to a nearby river to catch himself some breakfast. After he eats and clears his camp he reaches behind his back for his sniper rifle, Moeru Kage. After confirming that his trusty weapon is indeed on his back he collects his things, makes sure the fire is out, and continues on his way through the forest.
The boy traveling alone through the forest is a hunter-in-training, and is on his way to the prestigious Beacon Academy. He was going to train and become a hunter and protect the world from the creatures of Grimm, his childhood dream.
When he had received his acceptance letter a week ago he was ecstatic. He showed his mother and father and they congratulated him, telling him how proud they were. Now he could finally prove that he could be good and put his past behind him. He would train and train and show the people in his home town that he wasn't a monster. Bringing his hand up to his face he clenched it into a fist and activated his semblance, heating up the air around it.
The still silent boy's name was Abaddon. The evil nature of his birth name, coming from the demon of destruction, was the reason for why he was feared and shunned in the town where he grew up. The townspeople believed that he was a devil child, and thus was forced to live on the outskirts of town to avoid most of the hatred. He tried to be a good child and be kind and helpful but was rejected at every chance he got. And when his semblance was unlocked and he accidentally caused a small forest fire his case wasn't helped.
The crimson red and black clothed figure was so lost in his thoughts and recollections of his past that he almost didn't notice the lone Grimm sneaking up on him. Almost.
As the Beowulf lunged from the shadows of the trees, he grabbed his gun from his back and turned it into its breaker sword form and sunk the blade into the Beowulf's shoulder, stopping its leap. Abaddon looks up at the face of his snarling foe and smiles. Activating his semblance he begins to heat up the blade inside the black wolf, causing the young Grimm to howl and whine in pain. He then grabs the Beowulf's head with his other hand and heats the organs inside like a microwave, causing them to explode.
Smiling to himself, Abaddon pulls the trigger on his weapon and the gun part on top of the sword fires, freeing the burning blade from his smoldering foe. Putting away his weapon he looks down at the already disintegrating black wolf.
"You chose the wrong person to attack today," he says.
Abaddon continues on his way to Beacon Academy. All of his focus bent towards becoming a hunter and changing his life.
At around the same time and a considerably far distance away, a young, auburn haired girl sits in a bullhead, humming softly to herself. This energetic young girl is on her way to Beacon Academy, where she will join a team and train hard to become a huntress.
As she hums she clenches and unclenches her hands inside of her metal fiery orange gloves. The gloves go up her arm and fall short at the elbow so as not to constrict her movements. The girl takes comfort in knowing that her precious weapon, Matin Souffle, was with her.
The girl, whose name was Rachel, glanced towards the cockpit at the pilot. "Hey how much longer till we get there?"
The pilot looks over his shoulder when he responds. "About an hour left miss till we reach the academy." Rachel leans back in her seat and groans, the boredom starting to get to her.
As she waits she checks on her weapon some more. Opening the palm of her hand she inspects the little circle that is used to shoot out small concentrated beams of dust that she infuses with a bit of her aura, giving the dust more power. Clenching her fist and pressing on the circle opens little flaps around her wrists. Out of the new openings will shoot a shotgun dust blast for when she likes to get close and personal. Satisfied with her weapon's condition the destructive brawler leans back into her chair once more, slowly closing her eyes and catch some sleep to alleviate the boredom. She is about to find out, however, that her boredom is about to end.
Out of nowhere the bullhead lurches to the side, and the young girl is thrown out of her seat and face first onto the metal floor of the plane. "Ugh, what the hell?!"
The pilot, who is frantically trying to the right the bullhead, yells over his shoulder. "There's a Nevermore attacking us! I'm taking evasive maneuvers!"
Instead of being afraid, Rachel smiles at this new found information. "Is it diving us?" the brawler asks the pilot.
"Yes!" is the response that the pilot gives her.
She begins to laugh and a new found excitement is seen in her eyes. "Open the side hatch." The pilot looks at her like she's crazy, "Just do it!" The pilot groans but complies, opening the side hatch.
Rachel walks to the opening, cracking her knuckles and a wicked and sadistic smile written across her lips. "Finally, some fun." she mumbles to herself. She takes note that the giant black bird diving towards the aircraft looks relatively young, meaning it won't be too difficult for her to take down. Rachel prepares herself, clenching her fists and turning her gauntlets to their shotgun mode.
As the bird closes in the auburn haired brawler leaps from the bullhead and shouts in joy as she brings her right hand down on the young Grimm's head, blowing a deep hole in its head and forcing it to sink down from its trajectory to the aircraft from the force of the shotgun blast. As it falls Rachel jumps off of the now dead Grimm's head, using the force from the shotgun blast to propel herself up just enough to grab the bottom of the opening on the side and to swing herself up.
As the hatch closes the young girl tilts her head back and lets out a laugh. "Well that was fun."
The stunned pilot just stares at her. "You just took out a Nevermore all by yourself."
Rachel looks at the man, her humor gone and now deadly serious. "Be thankful that it was still young. If an older one were to attack us we might not have been so lucky to survive this encounter." The pilot just gulps and nods his head.
Rachel takes her seat again and smiles. Turning her burnt orange eyes to look out of the window. "I hope I have that much fun at Beacon."
Later that same day, after the sun has set, a hooded figure walks along a road. Just like the other two, his destination is Beacon Academy. He looks up and spies the village he is heading too in the distance. Hopefully he could some form of a hotel and finally get some decent rest and food.
However the figure stops dead in his tracks when he hears a scream coming somewhere from the woods to his right. After dumping his pack in a nearby busy so no one will take it the figure immediately takes off, running through the forest.
Following the screams leads the still hooded figure to a clearing, where he sees a young boy with his back against a giant boulder, and a Beowulf that was slowly walking towards him. The Beowulf appears to be fairly old, evident by the armor bone platting that is covering it. The boy sees the figure and, with tears in his eyes, cries for help. This also catches the attention of the Beowulf, who sees the new arrival as a much tastier and larger treat and begins to charge at him. The man doesn't move however, and barely lifts his head up to look at the charging Grimm. And if one one were to look closely they would see a smile begin to form in the shadows of the hood.
As the Beowulf closes in it lunges at the man, who dodges at the last second, evading the snapping jaws easily. The Beowulf continues to slash at the hooded man again and again, but finds that it is futile. Each strike is evaded and dodged by a hair, as if the man is toying with the wolf. This angers the elder Grimm, but its years of experience from hunting and fighting kick in and it develops a plan. Repeating its first attack the Beowulf lunges at the man with its jaws open. The figure dodges again but this time the Beowulf is ready and immediately slashes with its left hand. The man avoids damage from the claws but his cloak is torn off of him and falls to the ground in a pile of shreds. The Grimm takes pride in this accomplishment but it is short lived when he finally has a good look at the foe before him. Revealed under the hood is not an adult, but a teenage boy fully clothed in black with hair that's as dark as the night. Black medium sized bracelets are seen on his wrists.
It is now that the figure finally speaks. "Well done, you've finally landed a hit on me." His voice is so hollow and completely void of emotion, that it makes even the soulless black wolf cringe. "Your claws are sharp, and I see that they have been used quite well over the years. Used to catch many a prey I am sure, both man and animal. But you aren't the only one with claws." A click is heard and the bracelets expand, covering his hand up to his knuckles. From the part covering his knuckles extend razor sharp claw like blades. A tiny handle with some buttons on it slides out of his weapon and stays in his palms. The man clenches his hands around the handles. "You've had your turn, and now it is mine. "
The Beowulf decides to stay and fight, confident in its abilities, and begins to charge again. When the wolf comes close the man jumps into the air to evade, but his hand trails behind him a bit and his blades rake across the face of his opponent, drawing both blood and howls of pain. When he lands and quickly turns and brings his hand down in a slashing motion. The wolf barely dodges and when it turns around it whimpers at the predatory and malicious look in the eyes of the boy before it. The elder Grimm finally sees the darkness behind the man's eyes, seeing the hate that it holds. And then, as if he wasn't there at all, the boy vanishes into the shadows. And just as suddenly walks from the forest's shadows next to the Beowulf. And with one quick slash the Grimm's arm, the one that tore off the boy's cloak, falls to the ground, leaving it howling in pain at the loss of its precious limb. "You are not the only one that is friends with the shadows creature of darkness." The man says without emotion. "I would suggest running." The injured Beowulf takes off, seeing how unmatched it is. Before it can escape into the woods the man clenches down on a button on the handle that is in his right hand and the blades shoot outwards from the body, nailing the Grimm in the back. When the button is released the blades begin to retract, being pulled by cables that are connected to the body of his weapon. The black wolf snarls up at its opponent. "Too slow." And with that cuts off the black wolf's head with the claws in his left hand.
After pulling out the blades and retracting his weapons to their bracelet form the man walks over to the quivering child. "You ok?" The boy can only nod. The man kneels down and smiles, patting the young child's head. "Don't worry, everything is fine now. Do you live at the village just up the road?"
The boy nods again. "Y-yes sir."
The man nods as well. "I'm heading there now, why don't you join me?"
He brings the child to his home and returns him to his worried family. He is about to leave but is stopped by the mother. "Please stay with us for the night. At least so we can repay you."
The man finally smiles for the first time and nods. "If you insist, thank you very much."
The father comes up to him next. "What's your name young man?"
"Matthew…"
Somewhere in downtown Vale a man with jungle green eyes is seen leaving an apartment complex. On his belt he carries two short swords, his weapons and sign of him being a hunter-in-training. It is normal for him to carry his weapons as he lives in a shady part of town.
Walking over to a dark green motorcycle the man is about to put on his helmet but stops when he hears a soft scream from a nearby alley.
Putting down the helmet the man walks over and sees four men with guns pointed at a young lady, who has her back against the wall. He sees that the four thugs wear the same clothes, all black suits and hats with red ties and sunglasses. He also sees that the thugs carry red machetes.
After making sure that his swords are still with him he steps out into view and speaks. "Evening fellas, afternoon ma'am. How is everyone tonight?" the four thugs turn away from the quivering woman to face the newcomer.
"What are you doing here kid?" asks one of the thugs, who holds up his gun and points it at the man's face.
Holding up his hands defensively he takes a step forward. "Why I just came to see what was going on over here. I heard a little ruckus and came to see if you boys needed some help with something."
One of the thugs laughs. "What does it look like kid? We're robbing this girl, might even take her home with us." He laughs some more.
The man frowns and lowers his hands down to his belt, drawing his swords and dropping the nice guy act. "I don't think I can allow you to do that."
The thugs all raise their guns. "Weren't you ever told never to bring a knife to a gun fight kid?"
The young boy smiles. "Take your best shot then." Without hesitation the thug fires his gun.
The bullet never connects however, and where the bullet would have connected is one of the man's swords, with a bullet split in half at his feet.
This leaves the thugs stunned. "No way." Then all at once the four thugs begin to fire their guns, only to have their bullets blocked and deflected. Over the next few seconds the boy begins to attack. He lunges forward and knocks a thug to the ground, punching him and knocking him out cold. He jumps to another, sweeping his legs out from under him and slamming his face into a dumpster. The third one gets hit in the side of the head with the bottom of the handle on his swords.
As he stands up from the third thug the fourth and final one drops his gun and the red machete from his hip. The boy smiles. "Tsk tsk tsk, weren't you ever told? Don't bring a knife," one of the boys swords morphs into a pistol, "to a gun fight." He pulls the trigger and the final thug slumps to the ground motionless. The girl gasps and covers her mouth. "Don't worry, it was just a stunning round." He picks her up off of the ground.
"Thank you sir." She begins to reach for her purse but he holds up his hand, shaking his head.
"I don't need payment, you were in trouble and I helped." He chuckles. "Though maybe I can get a number?" He winks at her.
Rolling her eyes and laughing as well she hands him her phone number.
"Thank you kindly." He says, tipping a fake hat.
Giggling the girl asks, "What's your name stranger?"
"It's Dante. Now let's go turn these fellas into the cops."
Walking out of the alley the three thugs groan and begin to move and he shoots them all with stunning rounds. He scoffs. "Amateurs."
And thus that concludes the intro chapter to this story. I hope you liked and enjoyed it. Please tell me what you thought of the characters and their weapons and their intro stories. I will love any form of comments or advice that you have so that I can improve in the future. Well until next time.