Trailer: Sterben- The Scarred Executioner
It was evening in downtown Vale, and like always it was peaceful...to the untrained eye, that is.
And no one in the kingdom knew this better than a young man who lived in a run down apartment complex who was working on a large gun.
He was around sixteen and was shorter than most teens his age. He had long black hair tied up in a ponytail and pale ghost like skin that was covered in scars, he was wearing a dark purple dress shirt with black dress pants and shoes. But probably the most interesting thing about him was that the color of his where pitch black.
The young man was finishing up repairs and maintenance on the large gun when he heard a knock on his door.
The young man sighed as he heard the knock again.
"I'm coming!" He said loud enough to be heard outside his door.
As he walked to the door he grabbed his knife just in case whoever was knocking was here to kill him.
After unlatching the multiple locks, he opened the door to find a small child carrying a package.
"Uh, hello." The teen said before the kid brought up a piece up paper.
"Are you Sterben Schnitter?" The boy asked in a surprisingly professional tone.
"Yes." He said in shocked tone.
"Package for you. And don't bother tipping I was already paid in full." The kid said handing the package to Sterben and running off.
Sterben then looked out into the hallway to see anyone but like usual it was empty.
After sitting the package Sterben latched the locks on his door and slowly opened the package and what he saw was a note and multiple files and a few photos.
"To Sterben:
I hope that with these files, you can bury some of your past.
From, A Stranger"
The note read and Sterben shifted through the contents of package. And what he found was pictures and files on one Julius "The Digger" Calhoun, one of the biggest figures in organized crime and one of the four who ordered a hit on the scarred teen's parents.
"Calhoun, how in the name of god did a stranger get these?" Sterben questioned but dismissed it. "It doesn't matter because Calhoun's last night has come." The teen said without a hint of emotion in his tone.
...
After retrieving weapons and dawning his black and purple tail coat. Sterben tracked down one of the three warehouses where that snake Calhoun could be.
Sterben then pulled out a pair of binoculars and looked through them. What he noticed was Calhoun's mark dotting the building and his thugs who's bright blue ties and weapons gave them away.
"If I remember correctly Calhoun tends to keep about ten thugs in a warehouse at a time unless he's coming in then it's god knows how many." Sterben said to himself before turning his attention to his and the buildings surroundings and noticed that the power outlet outside to the right of the building. "I should keep one of them alive to get some information out of the fools."
Sterben then pulled out his weapon, a large machine gun that can turn into a cannon by slapping the barrel down. "Okay, Gott-Mörder, lets get to work." He said before making his way towards the warehouse.
... ...
"Why the hell do we have to guard this damn place!" One of the thugs yelled angrily.
"Because this is one of the boss's storage houses, we have to have at least a few million lein in dust or drugs." His partner said pulling out a cigar and lighting it as the younger of the two began to complain.
"Oh I fucking know that but why am I always stuck out here with you!" The thug yelled. "I mean I ask for one, ONE goddamn day off and you know what I get?!"
"Yeah, but I think you're going to tell me anyway." The partner said taking a drag from the cancer stick.
"I get threatened and ever since then I've been here!"
"That story keeps getting better the more times ya tell it." The partner deadpanned.
"Anyway, you know what else sucks about this job? We're technically just props!" The thug yelled. "Calhoun has an alliance since the Schnitter with three of his four rivals and the fourth is too busy stealing dust from stores and the army to bother us. And the fuzz is on our pay roll so we are technically useless!"
"You forget that hunters sometimes snoop around, and that crazy vigilante is still out there." His partner said tossing the smoked cigar.
"Oh don't tell me you believe that the so called 'Scarred Executioner' actually exists?"
"And why shouldn't I? Most of our dealers are dead, not to mention our labs have gone dark."
"What is it so hard to believe that the dealers where killed by an addict who just wanted more, or that the boys in the lab just blew it up."
"Look I'm just saying that the average junkie doesn't have access to high caliber rounds, and I think that the boys in the lab are smart enough to not use fire dust in the mixture!"
"So you'd rather blame it on some stupid urban leg..." Before the thug could finish a black tip came through his eye.
"Oh shi.." the other one was about to say until three rounds entered his chest.
The last thing the cautious thug saw was Sterben slowly walking towards him.
"The thing about legends," He said pulling a large black knife from the loud thugs head. "Is that sometimes they're true." Then the thug let death take him.
...
After circling around the building and disposing of the bodies Sterben made two discoveries.
One, the warehouse was an old military storehouse so explosives were out. But it also explained why no one ran out when he killed one of the thugs.
Two, a full frontal assault was the only option for engaging.
But lucky for him was that the power outlet looked to be the only power supply to the building.
Sterben then placed a small dust charge on the outlet and with detonator in hand he moved to the front of the building.
"Im leben wachsamkeit." He recited the words his mother would often say and pushed the detonator.
...
It was over in a moment and was just a blur to the scared teen.
All he remembered was opening the door, then lots of gunfire, and then him just standing amongst the dead thugs alone with a slug in his shoulder.
"Damn, I blacked out again." He said to himself bringing his free hand to the wounded shoulder. "Looks like they managed to break through my aura. At least there somewhat competent."
After looking around the warehouse for a few moments, Sterben noticed that none of the thugs where Calhoun's, and that it was filled to the brim with dust with a vary familiar logo.
"Fucking Schnee's probably didn't even know this was taken from them." Sterben said venom dripping from each word as he placed his remaining charges on the crates. "And if they did, probably blamed it on the White Fang. 'Not always looking at the big picture, either by choice or ignorance.' Dad always said." He said walking his way towards the door.
As soon as he stepped out of the building he saw two women standing in front of warehouses with weapons drawn.
"Who the hell are you..." Before he could finish he felt cold for a bit and then darkness.
...
After what only felt like second Sterben opened his eyes to a blurry light and he was laying on something soft. And that's what tipped him off that he was not in his apartment.
"Where am I?" Sterben mumbled.
"Oh great, he's up." A female voice said
And after Sterben regained his sight he saw two things. One, the voice came from one of the women who he saw at the warehouse sitting down in a chair, two he was in a hospital room and was in on of those gowns.
"No, I'm dead this is just my spirit coming back to tell you to shut up." Sterben said pulling the gown off of his shoulder and noticed that his gunshot wound was bandaged up.
"Smart ass." The women said. "Now don't go anywhere, I have someone who wants to see you, Schnitter." She said spitting out his last name.
"Wait how did you..." Before he could finish the women walked out of the room and slammed the door.
After she left Sterben then tried to get out of bed only to notice that not only was he hooked up to a machine, he was handcuffed to the bed.
Seeing no way out (and regretting not knowing how to lock pick) Sterben waited for a while until the door opened and in walked a man holding a cup of coffee and a scroll.
The man then looked over to Sterben and began to read. "Sterben Schnitter, son of Aric and Isabella Schnitter and heir to the Schnitter Mining Operations. Died at the age of 11 with his parents in a house fire." He finished before putting the scroll down. "At least that's what the official report said, and unless you stole that name, or are some kind of ghost, I'm not inclined to believe that."
Sterben then let loose a slight chuckle. "And who's to say I'm not really an imposter?"
"Blood doesn't lie, unfortunately." The man said.
"Should have seen that one coming with my wound patched up." Sterben said putting two at two together.
"I'm not going to ask how you managed to survive the fire, but I'm going to ask why you've been acting as a vigilante for the past two years?" The man asked.
"I don't think I need to explain that, to the man who sent me that package to begin with." Sterben said getting a smile from the man.
"How did you know I sent you that package?" He asked.
"I never told you that I was a vigilante, so how else would you know? Unless you were just taking a stab in the dark. And you don't seem like a man who does that." Sterben said.
"Well I seem to have you at a disadvantage, Mister Schnitter I know much about you but you don't know who I am." The man said. "My name is Ozpin. I am the head professor at Beacon Academy."
"That Hunter school?" Sterben asked.
"Yes, and I've had my eye on you for a while." Ozpin said.
"Really? And to what do I owe the pleasure of having the head professor of an esteemed hunter school take interest in me?" Sterben asked.
"Let's just say that I may need your help in the future, young Schnitter. So I'm going to offer you a choice." Ozpin said.
"And that would be?"
"As I said I may need your help so I'm going to offer you a position in my academy." He explained.
"And if I refuse?" Sterben asked.
"Then I will hand you over to the police for vigilante justice."
"Well, guess I have no choice then. Sign me up, professor." Sterben said.
Ozpin then stood up and made his way towards the door. "Classes start in a week, that should be enough time to put you back in the system, and for your wound to heal."
"And, you know, unlock these cuffs." Sterben said pointing at his cuffed hand.
"I will send someone up later."
As Ozpin left, Sterben reached towards the phone and called an old number.
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A.N: And trailer two came out the same week Volume Four Episode Two came out.
Anyway I'm going to announce something I'm going to to try and update this every week or every two weeks.
And now for something new.
Characters, Terms, Places and Grimm:
Name- Alastor Guerran
Gender- Male
Race- Wolf Faunus
Age and Date of Birth- 17, December 21st
Short Bio- A young faunus who was raised on the streets. He is an odd jobs man to the average individual but if one is in the criminal underworld they know that he is a mercenary who will take any job. Recently he has decided to close up shop for some time it seems.
Prose Edda- An odd jobs shop located in the Red Light District of Vale. It is run by a young man by the name of Alastor Guerran who decided to to close its doors for awhile.
Name- James "Rat" Boom
Gender- Male
Race- Rat Faunus
Age and Date of Birth- 25, September 17th
Short Bio- A street level dust dealer who specializes in grenades.
Dust Grenades- A weapon manly used by soldiers filled with fire dust usually and exploded in a short amount of time. Many Hunters do not use them as they can bob e controlled as easy.
Name- Sterben Schnitter
Gender- Male
Race- Human
Age and Date of Birth- 16, January 24th
Short Bio- Presumed dead for five years after the Schnitter Fire. He had trained himself as a tactician and the use of guns and has been serving as a vigilante known as "The Scared Executioner". Recently his deceased status has been changed to alive.
Name- Julius "The Digger" Calhoun
Gender- Male
Race- Human
Age and Date of Birth- 50, May 2nd
Short Bio- One of the most infamous and influential mob bosses on Remnant. His title of "The Digger" was given to him because of his most used way of killing people is burying them alive.
The Scared Executioner- An urban legend that started up two years ago when many of Calhoun and his alias: dealers and labs began going dark.
Dust Charges- A small amount of dust that can be set off from a detonator.
As always constructive criticism is wanted.
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