Hello there, this is a fic I thought seemed like a good idea. As with my other fics, I'll try and update it once a week. If you like what you see here, check out my other fan fic 'RWBY: The Chorus Chronicle'. Now, on with the show!

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Chapter One- The Harvest Begins…

The Emerald Forest, a seemingly endless mass of terrain that stretches farther then the eye can see. It is here that the initiation for Beacon Academy takes place, as the glade is filled to the brim with the monstrous Grimm. It is also here that many young Hunter's in training go to train, preparing themselves for the Vytal Tournament. One group, a team known as Team MNTS, was engaged in combat with a pack of Beowolves, with more coming as the fighting continued.

"Samael, watch your flank!" Maurice, team leader of MNTS, shouted as he blocked a swipe from a Beowolf with his Great sword.

Samael, a Ram Faunus, turned to face the charging Grimm, bashing his shield in its muzzle to stun it before bringing his mallet down and crushing the Grimm's skull. The faunus chuckled before he swiped at another Beowolf, snapping it's neck as the mallet hit the side of the Beowolf's head. Maurice smiled slightly as he blocked yet another swipe from the Grimm before delivering an uppercut to the Grimm, it's bodily fluids spilling out of the open wound before Maurice swung to the right with the weapon, quickly decapitating it.

"Overkill much?" Samael joked, nodding to the now disintegrating form of the Beowolf.

"Kill first, joke later!" Nathan, the heavy hitter of the team, barked as he snapped the jaws of a Beowolf open before slashing at the neck of another one with his wrist-mounted claws, red blood erupting from the open wound.

Samael rolled his eyes before he ran off to join Tiffany, the only female member of the group. Tiffany was engaged in a fight with four Beowolves, the Grimm barely able to get a hit on the girl who slashed at them with a pair of daggers. A fifth Beowolf charged her from behind before Samael rammed into it, sending the Grimm flying into a tree where it landed with an audible snap. Tiffany continued to push the Grimm back, her movements almost mesmerising as she swung at the Grimm with her trademark precision and lethality. Three of the Grimm swung forth in unison, hoping to bring the blade down and get a clean strike with the other paw. Tiffany simply sidestepped the swipes before delivering a swipe of her own, the top's of the Beowolves head's sliding off as their limp bodies fell forward.

The last Beowolf, which was clearly older then it's compatriots, roared at the Huntress before turning tail and sprinting off into the forest, hoping to fight another day. Nathan chuckled and raised one of the wrist mounted claws, the blades shooting out soon after with a wire rope attached to each blade. The sound of metal piercing flesh was heard, followed by a pained whelp, as Nathan dragged the Grimm back to the team. The Beowolf clawed at the dirt as it attempted to gain a grip on the ground before Maurice thrust his sword into the back of the Grimm's neck, killing it instantly.

"I think it's safe to say we've killed more then enough Grimm today." Tiffany said, turning to face the rest of her team-mates. Samael nodded in agreement whilst Nathan merely grunted before turning to face Maurice.

"Agreed, lets move MNTS." Maurice replied, strapping the Great sword to his back and moving forward, followed by the rest of his team. Maurice pulled his scroll out his pocket and proceeded to call the Bullhead Pilot that dropped them off.

"343, this is MNTS. We've finished clearing up this sector and are ready for pick-up." Maurice said, his eyes never stopping to scan the forest.

"Copy that MNTS, Bullhead is en route to your location. Stand by for pick-up." the pilot designated 343 replied before hanging up. Maurice placed the scroll back in his pocket as he continued to scan the tree-line for any movement. His eyes then landed upon Tiffany, and he stopped. Tiffany turned to face him and simply smiled at him. Maurice felt the blood rush to his face as he awkwardly turned heel and joined Samael who was sat watching the forest.

"Dude, if you like her then you should just ask her out! What's the worst that could happen?" Samael whispered, nudging Maurice as he spoke.

"What if she says no?!" Maurice whispered back, holding his arms out exasperatedly as Samael chuckled to himself.

"Trust me, she won't say no." Samael replied, placing a hand on Maurice's shoulder as he spoke.

"How do you know that?" Maurice asked, taking a quick glance behind his shoulder and saw Tiffany conversing with Nathan.

"Because she likes you!" Samael replied, causing Maurice to look at him with a surprised expression.

"She does?" Maurice asked as Nathan joined the two other hunter's.

"Of course! Now go out there and grab the bull by the horns!" Samael cheerfully replied, reassuringly patting Maurice on the back and pushing him forward. "Figuratively speaking of course." Samael quickly added. Maurice took a deep breath in order to compose himself and walked forward to Tiffany.

"Does she like him?" Nathan quietly asked, raising an eyebrow as he turned to face Samael.

"No idea." Samael replied, shaking his head as he spoke.

Maurice walked forward, wiping his hands on his trousers as he felt the nervousness creep up on him again. Soon enough, he was standing behind Tiffany who didn't even seem to notice him, her attention turned to the forest.

"Hey...uh...Tiffany, can I...ask you something?" Maurice managed to say, nearly choking on his words.

"Of course, what's wrong?" Tiffany asked, turning to face Maurice. The pressure inside Maurice began to build up as he struggled to find the right words, Tiffany looking at him expectantly.

"I was...wondering if maybe...you wanted to go to...the end of year dance with me?" Maurice finally said, unsure of the question himself.

Tiffany's eyes widened in surprise as Maurice spoke, his face contorted in confusion.

"Are...are you asking me out?" Tiffany asked, a small smile appearing on her face.

"I-I mean...if that's what you want," Maurice replied in a panicked manner, causing Nathan and Samael to both laugh and face palm at their leader's nervousness. "But don't feel like you have to if you don't-" Maurice was cut off as Tiffany placed a finger on his lips, silencing him for a short time.

"I'd love to go with you." Tiffany replied before kissing Maurice on the cheek, causing him to blush uncontrollably.

Maurice couldn't believe it, he felt as though a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He laughed to himself as Nathan and Samael applauded the pair. Soon, all four hunter's were laughing amongst one another, having a small celebration amongst themselves. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Maurice turned to face Samael, but the grin disappeared as he noticed Samael gazing into the forest with a grim look on his face, a rare sight on the usually flamboyant faunus. The others began to notice and looked with concern at the faunus, who's eyes were still focused on the tree-line.

"Samael?" Maurice asked, turning to follow the faunus' gaze but saw nothing but shadow.

"There's something out there..." Samael replied, his hands reaching for his shield and mallet. The rest of the team followed suite, drawing their respective weapons and entering a combat stance, their bodies shifting at the slightest noise…

BANG!

The bullet struck faster than anyone anticipated, hitting Samael square in the head, the top half of his head disappearing in a cloud of red mist and bone as his limp body hit the floor.

"SAMAEL!" Nathan shouted, turning to face the tree-line and growled in anger at the unknown assailant. Black mist seeped out of the forest, circling the three hunter's before congregating on a single point, rising as the mist began to take form.

"Contact!" Maurice yelled as his Great-sword shifted into a shotgun and he took aim.

As the hunter's took aim, the mist before them started to get more distinguishable features. It was tall, approximately 1.85 metres, yet it was far too thin and straight to be a Grimm. It was at that point that Tiffany realised with horror what the assailant was.

"Guys, that's not a Grimm..." She said, causing Nathan and Maurice to look at her in confusion. "I...I think it's human!"

Tiffany's assumption was soon made correct as the black mist finally took a corporeal form. They wore a long black hooded trench coat with black leather armour underneath. Dull grey metal greaves protected his calves and spiked metal gauntlet's protected his forearms. They had a muscular build, with what little flesh that could be seen an almost pale grey. Three shotgun shells were strapped to his chest piece while another six were attached to his belt. In each hand, he held a small hand-held shotgun with Sickle blades on the end of each grip. His face was hidden by a bone white mask, designed like a skull. The figure walked forward and let out a sinister laugh, before he aimed both weapons at the hunter's and let loose a torrent of bullets.

Maurice and Tiffany dodged the hail of bullets while Nathan held his gauntlet's to his face, shielding his skin from the barrage. Tiffany flanked the assassin as her dagger's morphed into pistol's and fired at his head and hands. The assassin dodged the bullets and returned fire, Tiffany only just managing to dodge the assault. Maurice fired a shell at the assassin, who once again dodged and returned fire.

Maurice dodged most of the bullet's, but one hit him in the shoulder, staggering him leaving him open for an attack. Almost immediately the assassin rushed forward, the shotgun's transforming into crude looking sickles and prepared to bring them down on the Hunter. Maurice only just managed to raise the shotgun in defence, stopping the sickle's from descending further. With a sharp tug, the assassin pulled the shotgun out of Maurice's grasp and delivered a swift kick into his gut, sending him sprawling into the dirt.

Tiffany charged forward, but the assassin batted her to the side, a long thin cut appearing on her face where the sickle sliced her. The assassin turned his attention back to the downed Maurice, raising one of the crude blade's to deliver a killing blow.

FWOOSH!

The tethered blade sped towards the assassin, who barely dodged the incoming missile. The assassin turned towards Nathan, his right fist held out as the middle claw returned to his gauntlet and his hands raised in a boxer's stance.

"What's the matter punk? Afraid you'll loose?" Nathan taunted, his fists still raised in a boxer's stance.

The assassin turned to face Nathan as he rushed forward, swinging the sickles in a wide arc in front of him. The blades scraped the metal gauntlet's and leaving him open, which Nathan took full advantage of. A swung at the assassin with multiple punches, each punch hitting their mark and knocking the assassin back. The assassin merely laughed and charged yet again. As Nathan swung at the assassin with both fists, he hooked the sickles around the wrists and delivered a kick into Nathan's chest, staggering him slightly.

Nathan growled and charged, his right curled into a fist and raised to deliver a powerful blow. Black mist erupted around the assassin as he became incorporeal and Nathan's fist slamming only into the dirt where he once stood. The mist quickly transported behind him and the assassin reappeared and slashed at Nathan's back with his right sickle, a long gash appearing on his back.

Nathan screamed in pain as he clutched his back, he seethed and spun around as he swung yet another right hook, though this one far slower then the last. The assassin became incorporeal again and dashed forward, reappearing behind Nathan and slashing his ankles with both blades. Nathan cried out again and keeled over in pain as blood poured out the three wounds. Maurice and Tiffany could only watch in horror as the assassin walked in front of Nathan and jammed the blade in his lower jaw, the tip of the sickle protruding from the top of his head. The assassin tugged the blade free as his limp body fell forward, blood still pouring from the wound.

Maurice roared in anger, reaching for his shotgun and shifting it into its Great sword form. He brought the blade down...just as the assassin dispersed and the black mist fled into the forest. Nathan looked around wearily, both Nathan and Samael laid dead before him as Tiffany slowly approached, tears streaming down her face.

"The-They're dead..." Tiffany murmured as the tears continued to stream from her face unabated.

"We need to focus or else we'll be dead too! That...thing is still out there!" Maurice replied, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Tiffany took a deep breath and nodded and turned to face the forest. The two survivor's stood back to back, watching for the assassin's return.

Suddenly, the sound of air being broken could be heard, and the two students looked up and sighed in relief. The Bullhead had arrived, the search light on its front scanning the forest. Maurice let out a relieved laugh and turned to face Tiffany who looked back at him with a grin on her face. But the grin soon changed into one of horror, as she stepped back in fear. Maurice then felt a cold sensation run up his spine as he heard strange whispers behind.

His eyes widened as he registered the danger too late, the tips of the sickle's piercing his back and protruding through his chest as he was lifted off the ground. Tiffany let out a horrified scream as she dropped her weapons in shock. Maurice writhed in agony as the black mist enveloped him, both the assassin and Maurice disappearing into the forest.

"Maurice!" Tiffany shouted, rushing after the black mist with all her energy. She ran after the mist, but soon lost sight of it in the rough terrain. She looked around helplessly, not willing to give up. Then, she heard cries of agony. Cries she recognised.

"Maurice!" Tiffany shouted, following the cries as they got closer and closer. She found herself in a clearing, the one they'd just cleared of Grimm, and looked in horror at the sight before her. Maurice laid, half dead, impaled on a tree branch. He held out his hand as he began to choke on his own blood. It was then that Tiffany felt a cold chill run up her spine, as she realised with horror that she'd walked into a trap.

She felt a hand clamp around her mouth and another grasp the back of her head. She let out a muffled scream as she struggled to free herself from the assassin's grip. After a short struggle, the assassin sharply jerked her head at an odd angle, snapping her neck with an audible crack and letting her limp body fall to the floor. The assassin twisted his head to the side, the sound of neck bones popping as he continued to twist. He turned to leave, when he heard a soft gurgling noise behind him.

He looked behind him and saw Maurice, still holding his hand out in surrender as more blood poured from his mouth. The assassin unclipped the shotgun on his right leg and held it out, pulling the trigger. The shot resounded throughout the Forest as the young hunter slumped forward, finally dead. The assassin holstered his weapon and disappeared into the forest as the Bullhead's searchlight hovered over the clearing…

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I hope you enjoyed the first chapter in what I hope will be a successful Fan-Fic. The current cover is temporary so expect an update on that whenever. Any questions? Either PM me or leave in your reviews. Feel free to leave a review and constructive criticism is always welcome.

Raging Archon out.