Something to FEAR about

Prologue

"... I am nothing. I am no one. My sole purpose is to complete one objective: to protect the ones I love and to strike FEAR upon my enemies…"

Remnant, Vale. Midnight.

The streets were empty as the sky was pitch black. No sound was emitted in the streets as people safely slept in their houses, not worrying about anything. It was dim without the brightness of light; darkness covered the area, revealing nothing, concealing everything.

However, not everyone was asleep on this specific night. In the shadows of the streets, one hooded figure arose, as if emerging from the shadows. Looking at both sides of the street, he walked straight towards a building covered in stones. Arriving there, he looked around him before he knocked three times upon it. After waiting for a few minutes, the door creaked open, revealing the bloodshot eye of a man.

"Password?" the man asked through the creak of the door.

"...Fear…" the other figure replied.

"Hmmph. It is you after all," the man said, opening the door wide open for the figure to enter. "C'mon. The boss is expecting you."

Together, the two walked along a dark hallway, closing in upon a door that was barely lit. While walking, the man suddenly sneered, "You know, I don't know what the boss sees in you. Really, you're just a brat who doesn't know what true pain is…."

"..." the figure still remained silent as they approached the door. The other man opened the door, walked in, and motioned the figure to follow suit after him. Walking inside the room, the figure noticed several things. Security guards and thugs sat around the room, all looking bored or with evil glares that were staring at the newly approached stranger. Weapons were scattered among the minions, ranging from swords and knives to guns and firearms.

"Ahhh… you've finally arrived…"

Turning towards the source of the voice, the figure turned to see a short, chubby man sitting in the middle of the room behind a desk. Wielding a cane, he pointed it at the figure, "You have the object, boy?"

Bowing in respect, the hooded figure handed a suitcase towards him, as if it emerged from out of thin air. Opening the case to check its continents, he greedily grinned while he laughed gleefully. Closing it afterwards, he said, "Yeah, you sure did your mission correctly. Now, this will truly help my future plans…"

However, he was interrupted by the motion that the figure was giving him, as if indicating that he was requiring something.

"Ah! You want your payment?" The hooded figure nodded. "Well, about that…" Clicking a finger, the other henchmen stood up, weapons at arms, all pointing at the figure. "Since your services are no longer required, we have no further use for you. Thank you for your help, and I'll see you in hell!" Nodding to the others, they yelled as they charged with their weapons. Turning around, the chubby man exited the room, not even worried about the aftereffects. There was no way he would be able to survive an attack like that, even if he was good at fighting! he thought. It's 50 vs 1! I precisely made sure that he would not be able to survive an attack that large! Now, to focus on upcoming eve- … However, his thoughts were interrupted as there were sudden screams, coming from the room he had just exited. Turning around rapidly, he opened his eyes…. and yelled in horror at the figure he had now seen.

2 hours after incident

Ozpin was a helicopter seat, right beside the pilot flying the chopper. Looking upon the starry sun, he then looked down to read the report his acquaintance, Glynda Goodwitch, a professor at Beacon academy, a school which trains students to become hunters and huntresses, sent in. It consisted that many people heard the yells of pain and the screams of fear. However, the yells and screams immediately drowned down, almost as if they have never happened. Curious and suspicious, he personally came to see what have happened instead of sending one of his team of hunters and huntresses to come in and investigate. Therefore, here he was, flying over towards downtown Vale to locate the scene where the yells and screams came from. According to the witnesses, it came from the building that was rumored to hold the crime lord, Walter Danzo, a man that was known for his black marketing business and his hiring of mercenaries and assassins. Sighing in deep thought, he looked outside once more to see that they have reached their destination. Professor Ozpin stepped out of the helicopter, he looked at the now destroyed building in front of him, seeming as if it was glaring down upon him. Grabbing the bridge of his nose, he sighed, "Well, this is going to be tough…"

Entering the building, Ozpin looked around him as he viewed the scenery. The hallways seemed to be deserted, as if no one has stepped a foot upon the building. Still, he continued to make his way upon the door at the end of the hallway, his cane at the ready for any immediate threats. As he was opening the door to the room, he sensed a… hostile presence behind it. It wasn't evil, no, but it was grim and dark, as if the presence had never experienced a happy moment in it's life. Frowning a bit, Ozpin opened the door… and widened his eyes in shock at the scene he had just saw.

Crimson red blood. It covered the whole room. Corpses were everywhere as they were smashed and sliced into pieces, showing the killer had no mercy or regret. Weapons scattered, either broken or dissembled into little pieces by a sheer amount of power. However, what brought fear into Ozpin's mind was the figure standing in the middle of the room.

The figure was hooded, clearly not willing to show his face towards strangers. He wielded a black cloak, now dark red from the blood stains. Along his waist was a dark, black sword, stained with dry blood along the bladed edge of the sword. However, it seemed as if the sword was emitting a shadowy fire along the blade, similar to those in ancient mythology. Noticing Ozpin's presence among him, the hooded figure turned with the sword at his side, defending himself from any incoming attacks from the newly approached stranger.

Shaking the fear out of his mind, Ozpin managed to ask the question he was pondering the entire time without any fear in his voice, "...Who are you?"

End of Prologue...

Hey guys. Pyrothemusical here. Anyway, here's the new project I have been planning on working on in a while, so I hope this good. I would like to add that this is a PROLOGUE, so it won't be quite long as my other chapters. Also, this is going to be a canon to the RWBY series, meaning it will have the same characters and setting, but a different plot. So, if you have anything to say for it, leave your comments! The first chapter will be posted around Monday-Tuesday.

See you guys later,

Pyrothemusical.