Darkness clouded Tristan's vision for but a moment. He tried to move but it was no use, his body felt limp and all he could do was to weakly open his eyes.
Tristan recalled dying in his music teacher's classroom filled with lead, not sitting under a tree in a forest with emerald leaves. He squinted his eyes and groaned as the sunlight shone down upon him. Not being able to move, he ascertained his surroundings. It was quiet, the rustling of the leaves and grass being the only sounds he heard.
A few minutes passed by and the fatigue had faded away, he raised his arm and moved it around. Relieved, he got up and checked his person. In his pockets were his wallet with money he didn't recognize, an orange card with a black crystal in the middle, and a picture of him and Alessandra.
Tears ran down his eyes upon remembering his childhood friend. Realizing he had abandoned her and his family before he could say his final words. Tristan wiped the tears and composed himself. Wandering around for a flowing river for ten minutes of walking.
He knelt down and stared at his reflection, before splashing some water onto his face. After that, he drank some of the surprisingly clean water and headed off into a random direction, not noticing a pair of red orbs watching him from the bushes.
Stopping to catch his breath, Tristan looked up and saw a city in the horizon, his eyes widened as he raised his fist in relief,
"Finally! Civilization!" He shouted, his voice echoing in the wind. "But first," he glanced down and saw that he was on a cliff. "I need to get down from here, and maybe they'll know where I am."
But before he could move, Tristan heard a growl from behind him. He turned around and saw a wolf-like beast, standing on its hind legs before him. It was covered in jet black fur with bones protruding from its black, the most notable feature of this monstrosity was the bone mask it wore, with red eyes piercing into his very soul.
He immediately knew this monster was nothing but trouble. So with his quick reflexes, he dodged a claw swipe and jumped off the cliff, screaming on the way down.
"Hey kid, you alright?" A voice called out, Tristan's eyes fluttered open when he felt someone tugging his shoulder. It was a middle aged man wearing some kind of armor with casual clothing underneath, he also had a strange looking bow on his back.
"Ugh… What happened?"
Tristan groaned, rubbing his temple as he got up.
"You jumped off the cliff with a Beowulf on your tail," The man glanced up from where Tristan came from. "You're lucky it thought you died from that fall."
Still holding a hand to his forehead, Tristan stumbled forwards. The man quickly took Tristan's arm and wrapped it around his shoulder,
"Whoa, easy there kiddo. You're hurt, let's get you a chair to sit on." The man then assisted him to said object near his post. He then walked inside and took a look inside his bag, handing Tristan a bottle of water which the latter accepted and drank.
"So what were you doing out there kid? Not an ideal place to be y'know?" He said, sitting down cross-legged beside him.
"I don't know either, I just woke up sitting under a tree a few hours ago." Tristan explained with a shrug.
"Well, do you have your scroll with you?" Tristan raised an eyebrow at the man's question. The scrolls he knew of were made from paper and written on with ink. Not the advanced looking tablet the man held out.
"Like this, you have one of these?" The man asked, showing him his 'phone' before collapsing and stuffing it back inside his pocket. Tristan connected the dots and pulled out the orange card he had earlier, he handed it to the man. And a few more moments of silence, the man gave Tristan back his scroll.
"Hmm, alright. I'm also sorry for your loss kid, you can go on right ahead. Just be careful out there next time." He said, pointing at the gate behind them. Tristan stood up and waved the man goodbye, and when he was alone, Tristan pulled out his scroll and checked what the man meant.
Inside, his scroll had an application called 'My Journal.' Which told his life story from the day he was born, all the way up to him waking up in the forest — with major tweaks. One of those tweaks is his parents dying to a grimm attack in a village, but before meeting their demise, they hid Tristan in the woods.
The latter sighed as he walked through the streets of Vale. 'First things first, I need a place to stay. And then I'll plan on what I need to do from there.' He muttered to himself.
Fast forward two years...
"I want to die. I want to go back." Tristan muttered over and over to himself, his hands holding his head with his knees reaching his chest. The teen's depression going through the roof, He was so sad the Grimm started approaching the city walls. To spare you the long explanation, he still hasn't gotten over his sudden death and separation from his childhood friend.
Although he has made some strides in trying to settle into the system, like working multiple jobs such as being a DJ during the night at a club in the industrial district. But it wasn't enough — if he wanted to get out of this mental hellhole, he needed some friends. Like, actual friends. Friends that can give him advice or just be there for him.
But Tristan didn't know anyone, because they're all back on Earth. In another universe. He then began to imagine himself inside of a coffin that's about to be buried, but immediately dismissed the grim thought and sat up from his bed to look outside.
The broken moon illuminating the streets with what's left of itself along with the usual flickering streetlights. In the distance, he saw members of the White Fang smiling in a perverted manner, his frown turning into a scowl as they wandered into an alleyway.
If someone asked Tristan what kind of people he hated the most, it would be men like them. Men who corner young women, just so they can have a good time.
Tristan stretched his limbs, his bones making audible pops. He switched his pajamas for his casual clothing, which consisted of a denim jacket over an orange hoodie, blue jeans and orange shoes. He stared at his reflection for a while, before wearing a black and white theater mask. Since Tristan did not have his LED mask, he resorted to using another.
In a hidden compartment in Tristan's closet lay a silenced pistol, and a black briefcase containing an equally black sword, with a futuristic design and the edge glowing a blaze orange hue. He nabbed both from their resting place, tucking the small firearm on his hip holster and the briefcase behind his back, held by a sturdy metal strap inside his clothing.
After double checking that he had everything, He jumped out a nearby window and landed on a building. Tristan picked up his pace and rushed straight for the alleyway.
Tristan POV
From the rooftops, I could see two were guarding the entrance and four members closing in on the young lady. Who I recognized as my soon-to-be arch nemesis' right hand woman, Neo. Disarmed and obviously cornered. I let out a sigh and jumped down, my shoes colliding with the metal cover of a dumpster.
A second later, with surprised looks on everyone present, I drew out my pistol and shot one of them in between the eyes. It didn't kill him though, it merely knocked him out.
Another one took an ax from his hip and charged at me. Sensing the assault, I got off the dumpster and ducked under his attack, snipping a bit of my hair.
No doubt he sharpened it hours ago . And in a swift motion, I clicked open the briefcase on my back, held the sword tight in my right hand and stabbed it into his chest. Blood began to seep from the wound as I yanked it out. The thing about my sword is that it can pierce Aura, which always leads to a swift and silent kill. It can also be turned off.
Concealed under my mask, a devilish grin formed on my lips as they were both being dragged out of the fight. I quickly disabled the retreating faunus with a well placed shot to the head as the last two drew out their weapons, an angry expression adorning their features.
They both rushed forwards, intent on getting revenge for their comrades. I sidestepped the first strike aiming for my cranium. I held onto his weapon - which was a spiked baseball bat - and dumped my pistols' whole mag onto his stomach, rendering him unconscious.
Just in the nick of time, I dodged an attack from the one wielding a massive hammer, hitting his fellow faunus in the head. And after hearing the crack coming from his skull, I doubt he would be waking up anytime soon.
The man's eyes widened at what he had done, giving me the opportunity to slash his head from his shoulders. Landing on Neo's lap. Blood gushed out from his headless body soon after, covering me and Neo in said liquid. But before she could make a move on me, I quickly left from where I came from. And as I ran from rooftop to rooftop, I looked at my watch and hurried to Junior's club, lest I be scolded by the latter for being late... Again.
Transition to... Next week!
Letting out a quiet yawn, Tristan's baggy eyes patrolled the whole ballroom he was residing in. He hadn't gotten sleep for felt like weeks since Roman went on a Dust robbing spree — with the added responsibility of helping to fix the damage Blondie caused — Looking back to when he first met the criminal duo, Tristan noticed they shared a bond similar to Joker and Harley. Excluding the abusive and clown parts.
Tristan knew he wouldn't last with just his self-taught skills, so he needed the guidance of an actual huntsman. So after two years of preparing himself, he applied to Beacon Academy. For the sole purpose of training himself even further. And to kick Roman's ass more efficiently.
A small laugh escaped from Tristan's lips. In only a year he: got a job, his own home, trained to fight, and became sort of a vigilante.
Sparing a glance behind his back, Tristan saw a young girl in her pajamas and the all too familiar face of Blondie. They seemed to be talking about something, though Tristan did not pry further and continued to gaze upon the shattered moon, basking in its light as he hummed a quiet tune.
Whilst doing so, his scroll rang. Tristan took it from his pocket and saw he had received a teasing message from a certain ice cream girl.
That's the second one done. I'm gonna try finish this as fast as i can since my head can only handle so many ideas for a sequel. I'm still working on chapter 3 so please be a bit more patient.