Hello everyone and welcome back to HellFall!
Almost forgot that today was Monday, good thing I didn't though.
Not a heck of a lot to say. The story picks up again in this chapter, so hopefully you'll enjoy that.
The next morning I awoke in my bed, as usual, and sat up. Stretching my arms and yawning, I dragged myself off my bed and down the stairs, where I was welcomed by Grizzly making breakfast.
"Morning" I said.
"Good morning" He replied.
"You've been doing more cooking than usual" I said.
"You wake up too late" He replied.
"Or your just up early" I said.
He smiled, "Right" He replied.
"What are you making this time?"
"Omelets and bacon"
"Sounds good"
"I hope so"
I rubbed my eyes and leaned over his shoulder, peering at the omelet. "You need to flip it." I said. "The top is too liquidy. You'll burn the bottom"
"Still trying to get the hang of that" He said, pushing his spatula under the solidifying egg.
"Here" I said, taking the pan handle from him and lifting it above the stove. Flipping the pan a few times, I saw the omelet lift off the pan slightly. Then, in one movement, flipped the omelet off the pan. It spun in the air, then landed back in the pan, on the wet side.
"There." I said, placing it back on the stove, "It should be done soon. It's a little burnt on the top though"
"That was amazing." He said, "You need to teach me"
"One day" I replied, patting his head and smiling.
I walked over to my cupboard and opened the two double doors, revealing the mass of food inside. I looked around, then closed it and went to my fridge, which had double doors and was walk-in as well. I walked inside, looking around before pulling out a jug of apple juice and bringing it out.
"You okay with apple?" I asked.
"Yep" He replied.
I pulled out two large glasses and poured a fair amount of juice in each one before setting them on the table. Afterwards I grabbed some plates and set them next to Grizzly for when he was done, then placed some forks and knives on the table by the glasses.
"Have you started on the bacon?" I asked.
"Not yet." He replied, "But I'm almost done here, so I'll start pretty soon"
"I can take care of it" I said, starting towards the cupboards to grab a pan.
"No, it's fine." He replied, "I'd rather try it on my own"
"Alright." I said, "I'll be your overseer"
He lifted the pan and slid the omelet off onto one of the plates.
"Forgot one omelet" I said.
"Right." He replied, "You'd better get started on the bacon then"
I smiled and walked into the fridge, pulling out two eggs and a half-used package of bacon.
"Two eggs?" I asked.
"Perfect" He replied, taking the eggs and cracking them into the pan. I took the bacon and threw them on a pan.
Once breakfast was ready we sat down and started to eat.
"You seem off" I said. I'd noticed it earlier, but only acknowledged it now.
"The information from yesterday is still processing." He replied. "You know, like the time when President Monty Oum passed away. It was kind of hard to accept it right away. But I got used to it, don't worry"
I nodded, "Right." I replied. "Yeah, it's a little crazy, eh?"
"Just a bit" He replied.
We finished eating and I stood up, pulling out my scroll to check the status of the hunters' tournament. Round two was still going, so I didn't need to be anywhere for now.
I started towards the stairs, then saw Grizzly sprinting down fully dressed.
"Where're you going in such a hurry?" I asked.
"Training with my team for the tournament." He replied, "We had some teamwork troubles in the last couple matches so we're going to work on that"
"Alright." I replied, "I'll probably be going out as well, so keep that in mind"
"Okay." He said before heading out, "Bye!"
I waved as he closed the door. I stood for a moment, then turned and walked up the stairs to my bedroom. Falling down on my bed, I stared up at the ceiling, wondering what I would do for the day. Probably just go out with the AOD again, I thought. And yet I lay on my bed for a while longer. I glanced at the clock, and already an hour had passed. I sighed, running my hands over my face.
"I'm so lonely." I said aloud. "I should get married. But can I trust anyone after that?" I paused to think. The experience from years ago had affected me greatly, and I found it difficult to see myself willingly in a situation like that again. Still, I was getting older and lonelier. I grabbed my pillow and plopped it on my face. I groaned.
"What am I going to do?" I asked myself.
Just then there was a knock on the door.
My eyes shot open and I threw my pillow off my face and stood. Still in my pale pink shirt and white pants I ran downstairs and opened the door. Before me was a man I'd never seen before.
"Hello?" I asked. "I'm not interested in buying anything, thank you"
"Oh, I'm not selling." He said. His voice was familiar. "I'm here for something more. May I come in?" His voice was deep.
"Sure" I replied, somewhat uneasy, stepping aside and letting him in. He sounded familiar, so surely I knew him from somewhere.
"I understand that your son is visiting you from Vale" He said, looking around the house.
"No," I replied, "you're mistaken. And I don't mean to sound rude, but who are you?"
"Trask." He replied, "I'm Grizzly's uncle"
"Oh." I said, "I didn't expect a visit. I'm sorry" His voice sounded deathly familiar, and so did the name.
"Don't you worry," He said, turning to me, "I feel rude even just doing this"
I looked down, seeing his right hand in the form of an armadillo's, one that bent downwards awkwardly. On his left hand was a steel gauntlet.
"I don't mean to intrude." He continued, "I shouldn't be long"
Just then I realized who he was. Trask. Rocco Trask. Immediately I swung my fist, and he ducked.
"Is that how to greet all your guests?" He asked.
"I already greeted you at the door" I pointed out, crouching and readying for an attack.
"Very observant of you." He said, starting to walk around me. He swung a fist, catching my shoulder, "Not observant enough I'm afraid"
I stumbled, but recovered myself quickly and brought my fists back up. He swung his fist again, and this time I brought up my arm, colliding with his.
He drew his fist back, then immediately struck it out again. I'd just started to lower my fist, so my guard was down. However, I quickly brought up my other hand, catching his wrist and holding it right where it was before my face.
"How'd you find my house?" I asked.
"A certain body of water." He replied, "A lagoon, one might say"
"How?" I asked.
"She followed you a few nights ago apparently." He replied, "All I needed were some solid reasons why she should tell me where you were, and BOOM!" He yanked his fist back, pulling me with him. He brought up his knee, but I quickly twisted my feet, sending myself spinning towards the right and then towards the ground. I caught myself, then stood back up.
"You have beautiful reflexes" He said.
I paused, taking a few breaths before charging back towards him. I started to raise my fist, then brought up my leg. He opened his hand and caught my ankle. I leapt into the air, kicking out with my remaining leg and pushing him towards the wall. I fell to the ground back-first, but caught myself with my hands. Unfortunately it only lessened the pain. It still hurt when my back hit the ground.
I leapt back up to my feet, starting towards Rocco, who was standing up.
He wagged his finger at me, "Your good" He said, then swung his fist. I brought up my knee, hitting his wrist and knocking his fist upwards so that he punched the air above me. He stumbled forward into my fist, coughing and falling backwards.
While on the ground I grabbed his shirt and looked him in the eyes. He stared back. "Get out of my house, and don't bother me or Grizzly ever again"
He smiled, "You have beautiful eyes." He said, "I'd sure like to have one" He reached up towards my face. I smacked his hand away.
"You understand?" I asked.
"Perfectly." He replied, "But that doesn't mean that I'm done"
I was so confused that I didn't see his incoming foot. He kicked me into the instrument room. As I stood he walked through the doorway, looking down at me.
I stood, raising my fists. He swung his armadillo hand. I brought up my arm, attempting to block it. The claws raked across my forearm, drawing blood. I winced in pain, but pushed past it and swung my fist. I was used to bleeding worse than this.
He swung his right hand, scratching across my knuckles as my fist neared him. He brought up his gauntleted hand and deflected the attack. My newly bleeding hand slammed against his arm, which hurt much more than I expected it would.
I drew my fist back, then went in for another swing with my other hand. As I did so he brought up his right hand, and I brought up my knee, knocking his hand away and hitting him hard in the chest. His armadillo hand clawed my face, drawing blood.
"Looks like I've added another scar to your collection" He said.
"Oh please." I replied, "These scars were much worse than your petty little one"
"We'll see" He said, raising his fists and crouching lower to the ground, readying for an attack.
Just then my windows shattered around me.
So there you have it. I was actually looking forward to writing this fist fight for a while, and thought it'd turned out horribly when I wrote it. Writing an action sequence is so much more awkward than reading it though, so I thought this one turned out okay.
Another good ol' cliffhanger to keep you guys coming back, as usual.
Also, if you guys haven't checked my profile recently, then you wouldn't know this. I've started another RWBY fanfiction. It'll follow a character that you haven't been introduced to yet, but will be in the next few chapters. I'm doing it as part of a RWBY fanfiction collaboration with a bunch of people, so I decided to have some fun with my part and make it a back story from HellFall. It'll be coming out in a while, I've only finished the first chapter (which is rather long), but its due by the end of January 2016. Hopefully it'll be up before then though.
Anyways, as usual, favorite, follow, review, tell your friends, tell your enemies, or don't if you don't want to, and I'll see you all in the chapter.