It was dark, really dark. Then a single light turned on and revealed a young man handcuffed to a chair.
"Okay, lets start with a name." A voice that was heavily distorted said from the darkness.
The young man then looked to where he thought he heard and grinned. He was around seventeen with a narrow face and slightly pale skin, his hair was a light gray hair that went down to the middle of his neck and really messed up, his eyes where yellow and predator like, he wore a dirty white dress-shirt that was untucked from his dark colored jeans, but probably the most interesting looking part of the teen was the extra set of ears on the top of his head, that where that of a wolves.
"And why the hell would I tell you that?" The young Faunas asked with the mysterious man.
"Because if you don't tell me, then I can not help you out of your predicament." The voice said.
"Well." The teen said trying to move his hand and noticed that they where cuffed. "You may have a point." He said. "Alastor, Alastor Guerran. And you are?"
"All you need to know, is that I'm someone who is trying to help." The voice said.
"You aren't the first person to tell me that." Alastor said.
"I'm not surprised mister Guerran however what I need to know is how did you get here?" The voice asked.
"Is that all you want to know?" Alastor asked grinning like a mad man. "How do I know that you aren't just one of the fuzz?" Alastor asked.
As soon as he said that more light turned on with only a small sliver of shadow revealing that Alastor wasn't in an interrogation room, rather just a plain room.
"Alright, then it all happened earlier today." Alastor said and began to tell his story.
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I just got out of the shower when my phone started to ring.
"Prose Edda, odd jobs and investigations. How may I help you?" I asked drying my hair and ears.
"Alastor, it's me." My client said and forgive me for not revealing their name.
"What do you want?" I asked them.
"I'm looking to hire you to 'get some dirt' on my rival. And you know that I can pay you the usual rates for your 'special jobs'." They said in a slimy tone. The could already tell then that I wouldn't like this job but I need the money for bills.
"Alright, where do I need to go?"
"The docks, but wait until night, that's whenever he'll most likely be there." He said.
"Oh, and here's where I was hoping that it would be in the middle of the day, where everyone can see it." I said in a sarcastic tone. I was trying to piss him off you know.
"Don't be a smartass! You're not that pretty or wealthy." He said. I smiled knowing that I pissed him off.
"Can't lie about that." I said hanging up and processed to put on my coat and hat.
Was it really necessary to tell me that, mister Guerran?
Who's telling the story here!?
'Sigh' Proceed.
That's what I thought. Anyway where was I...oh right. Seeing as I had to investigate it at night, I had some time to dick around. I decided to meet up with my favorite dust dealer.
You mean to tell me that you freely admit that you buy from unlicensed dust suppliers?
Never did say I was a saint, did I Jack? And besides if he did have a license he would just lose it once they saw what he did with the fire dust.
"Rat stop snorting that crap and show me what you got on you." I said walking up to him.
Rat was a mangy little rat Faunus, and boy you could tell that he hailed from the outskirts of Vacuo.
"Sorry mate, but the little inferno was a callin and I just had to answer." He said laughing like a madman. Rat then went over and picked up his stock. "Anyway wolfy, what can I offer you of my fine shop of demolitions?"
Now I see why you went to him, most hunters don't use grenades because of lack of control.
You're right, now please let me tell the god damn story! Anyway, I was looking over his stock when I noticed that he had something new.
"Rat, what kinda grenade is this?" I said holding up one that had a strange colored dust in it.
Rat just looked at me with the biggest most psychotic smile I've ever seen him give. And after five years of buying and knowing the guy that's saying something.
"That my angry friend is what happens when you stuff two different kinds of dust in one grenade!" Rat said with as much excitement as a schoolgirl talking about a crush. "I call it The Alchemist!"
"What's it do?" I asked because I was actually curious.
"Well it makes the standard explosion of an average dust grenade but it has the property of two types of dust." Rat said. "Apparently the stuff is being produced by the fucking Atlas pigs and the bitches from the Scnhee Slave and Company!" Did I mention that Rat really hates those two?
Oh, I couldn't tell.
I fuckin' hate you.
"So how much for three regular ones and one of these Alchemist?" I asked him.
"Well it will be the usual for the regular ones, but for an Alchemist I don't know if I'll let one of the little ones go..."
"Unless." I said knowing where this was going.
"Unless! I get to know who your goin' after!" He said smiling.
"It's one of 'his' jobs." I told Rat. "Some poor bastards are trying to take his business or something."
"Right, that's why you usual get hired for this types of jobs. Because you don't ask questions, or care. That is why I like ya Alastor, you'll get involved in anything and damn the consequences as long as you get paid or further your own gain!" He said excitedly laughing like a mad man before settling down. "Tell you what I don't know if the damn things even work so just tell me if they work and I'll give ya one."
"Alright deal." I said putting downloaded the lien for the grenades and taking.
So you freely admit that you took an illegal and possibly military grade dust just because you wanted to?
I did, mainly because of gut feeling, and as you'll hear you'll know that it was right.
As night fell I made my way towards the docks. I climbed up to an area that would let me view the whole dock and I began to wait for anything strange.
After an hour of waiting I managed to see the asshole's rival and the god damn White Fang.
Wait, why would the White Fang work with a human?
Who said that the bastard was human?
"I always have hated that snake bastard." I said to myself before walking down to them.
...
"Gentlemen. I am sssso glad that you could make it." The snake said as I sneaked up closer.
"Like wise mister. Now let us conduct our business and get this over with." The leader looking White Fang said.
I then used my sense of smell to see how many adversaries they where and let's just say I was pretty confident at the time.
And now that I look back at it pulling out my scroll and playing one of my favorite songs was a bad idea.
(Play: Still Counting by Volbeat)
As the song began to play everyone looked over to where I was. They then saw me pull out my blade "Einsamer Fang" a Zweihander made of pure dust steel and a vary nasty bite.
The Fang then charged at me and I began to cut them down when they got into the range of my blade.
After I dealt with the sword fighters some of the gunmen lined up and open fire on me.
I rushed towards cover a few stray bullets hit me but my coat blocked them and waited for them to begin reloading.
Once there was a brake in the fire I tossed one of the fire grenades at them and dispersed them.
After the dust settled I jumped out of cover with Einsamer Fang over my shoulder and began to walk up to them. But they began to smile.
(End Song)
And then I heard a the sound of a Bullhead.
"What the fu.." Before I could finish the Bullhead appeared and flew close enough to make me Jump out of the way but not the others.
They then got in but luckily for me I had just enough time before it took off for me to grab on to one of the landing gear before it took off.
After I somehow managed to get a good grip and put Einsamer Fang on my back I reached into my coat and grabbed a random grenade and tossed it in.
Let me guess, it was the Alchemist.
You have no idea.
...
"The next thing I know is a big boom, me falling and going unconscious. Then wakening up in this place." Alastor said.
As soon as he finished his tell a familiar man stepped holding a scroll and a coffee mug.
"Well that explains the question secrecy." Alastor said smiling. "So what does the great and powerful Professor Ozpin of Beacon want with me?"
"Alastor Guerrant, age unknown estimated to be in his late teens, height 6;4, no known family." Oz said looking over the scroll. "You have multiple felonies that you where never proven guilty for and with the story you just told me even more." He said before sitting down across the young Faunas. "So now I have to ask you something."
"Shoot Oz, I'm all ears." He said and wiggled his ears.
"With everything you told me I should have you thrown in prison for the rest of your days." Oz said.
"You can try." Alastor mumbled.
"Yes I know you already have uncuffed your self." Oz said and Alastor put his arms on the table. "But you see I may have some use for people like you."
"Really?" Alastor said reaching into his pocket and pulling out a cigarette. "Why would you want scum like me?" He said before lighting it.
"That is for you to find out in time. So here is my offer, come to my school or be thrown in prison for a long time." Ozpin said bluntly.
Alastor just smiled before taking a puff of the cancer stick. "Well Oz you make an instating proposal. Fine we have a deal." Alastor said holding out his hand before Oz shacked it. "For now."
"Indeed Mister Guerrant." Oz said.
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A.N: Welcome both new readers and old (the whole 57 of ya if I remember correctly) to the reboot of "Into The ASHS" and the first of four trailers for the team.
A few notes first. For starters this fic is an A.U so you've been warned. Second this fic will most likely update at random or if I ever do come up with a schedule for it, it will be after I finish one of my other fics.
Anyway I hoped that you enjoyed this first trailer.
As always constructive criticism is wanted.
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