A group of tourists walked along a scenic trail in the mountains.
All around them were dark red trees and grassless grounds. The sky was turning the pinkish orange color that it does around sundown.
The forest in the mountains was beautiful, and the tourists were loving every minute of it.
Then, the whole area started to shake, alarming the tourists.
The ground burst open, and out came a giant scorpion Grimm, known as a Deathstalker.
It moved towards the group, golden stinger ready! A small boy grabbed onto his mother's leg in an attempt to hide. The group was Grimm bait at this point, and there was nothing that could save them...
Then, a column of earth sprang from the floor, launching the Deathstalker back. The group stopped shaking and looked around, just before a boy slammed into the floor on one knee.
"Well," Ross began, "I never did like it when someone big decides to pick on someone little..."
Ross wore a crimson t-shirt with a white skull on the front, a white zip-up hoodie with the sleeves cut off and crimson on the zipper and stitching, a white armband with a red dragon insignia wrapped around his upper left arm, black finger-cut gloves, a gunmetal and crimson shoulder pad on his right shoulder, grey baggy pants with red bags tied to the hips, and red skater shoes.
His hair was a dark red, and his eyes a blazing yellow. On his back was a giant Buster Sword, with nozzles on the blunt edge.
"You tourists better get going," Ross suggested, "Things are about to get messy between this bully and I..." With that, Ross pulled his sword from his back, and held the six foot steel blade in his right hand.
The Deathstalker righted itself to its multiple feet, and turned to the new threat. Ross stood there with a smirk on his face. "You gonna do something, big guy?" He taunted, walking forward slowly.
The Deathstalker prowled forward as well, its multiple feet tacking across the dirt floor.
Ross smiled as he pumped his fist upward, creating yet another column of earth, sending him flying into the air and toward the Deathstalker.
The Deathstalker advanced at the boy, who had just flung himself into the air. It moved forward quickly, intending to impale him in midair.
Ross swung his blade, bringing it slowly forward until he pulled a trigger. When he pulled the trigger, the nozzles on the blunt of the sword opened up and released a giant blast of air, speeding up the slash to bullet speeds.
Ross's blade sped through and hit away the Deathstalker's stinger, allowing Ross to do what he had intended earlier; land on its back.
Ross landed right foot first on the Deathstalker's vulnerable back, then moved left just in time to avoid the thing's stinger. He spun around, using his air jet to accelerate his slash, and attacked the base of the Grimm's tail.
It riled in pain, almost knocking Ross off, then it started to run around in an attempt to fling him off.
"Whoa! Easy there!"
Ross drove his sword into the back of the Grimm in an attempt to stabilize himself. He then moved his free hand before him in a fist, creating a column of earth that the Deathstalker ran face first into.
This flung Ross off the back of the Grimm and onto the floor. Ross rose to his feet, and looked at the Deathstalker, still shaking its head, He noticed his sword still in the thing's back.
This always happens...
Ross lifted his left hand, creating another column beneath him, launching his upward. He continued to lift more columns and use them like stepping stones until he used the last column to launch himself over the Grimm. Ross grabbed his sword's handle in midair and pulled the trigger, making the blade shoot out the side of the beast.
Ross landed on the other side of the heavily wounded Grimm, then gave his sword a taunting spin, "Is that all you got?" He questioned.
The Deathstalker made one last exhausted attempt to charge the boy, but was met with a buster sword lodged in the center of its bone white face.
"I guess it was."
Ross span his sword around before placing it on his back, pressing a button, making the blade fold down.
He then turned around to the band of frightened tourists, "It's okay, the thing's dead now." He assured them.
With that, the crowd went wild! People swarmed the boy, patting his shoulders, thanking him, shaking his hands, getting pictures with him on their scrolls.
After the initial hype of the crowd, they all decided to move on. All except one man with white hair, wearing a green suit and glasses.
"Hello." The man began, just before Ross would have launched himself away.
"Oh, uh, hey there." Ross stuttered awkwardly.
"Are you a Huntsman in training?" The man asked, making Ross slow down.
"Uh, no, no I'm not."
"You just like killing Grimm?"
"Not exactly,"
"Then what was all that?"
"I enjoy helping people in need."
"Well, would you like to become a Huntsman someday?"
"I'm not sure, but I know I want to keep helping people."
"Well then, why don't you give it a try?"
"Huh"
Ross was confused by the man's words.
"I'm offering you a spot at Beacon academy, if you're interested." The man adjusted his glasses, giving the boy a warm smile.
"Really?!" The boy asked eagerly, "I mean, if I can continue helping people."
The man chuckled at Ross, "Really."
"Well, when do I start?" Ross asked, approaching the man.
"In a week, we'll be in Vale." The man turned to leave, "You should come with me today so you can get a better feel for Vale." he suggested, "It's much different than The Dragon Lands."
Ross nodded and followed along eagerly, "I'm sorry sir, I didn't catch your name."
"Ozpin, and you?"
"Ross Mayweather."
The two continued down the scenic trail as the sun set. A new life would begin for Ross soon.
So, that was Crimson Trailer! If you are wondering how 'Ross' has to do with Crimson, I'll explain. Ross is short for Rosso, which is Italian for Red, Crimson is a shade of Red, so BOOM, Ross!
He's the second member of VRTX, and he's one of my favorite members.
Next up: Tan Trailer