Crazy Tactics Gone Awry

The beginning

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First, some exposional back story.

You were born to a wealthy and, may I say, greedy family. You were the fourth child and second son. As you were growing up, you started to separate from your family. They were discusted by your love of warfare, weaponry and violence. And to top it off, you were buying real steel weaponry for recreational use. They wanted you to be like them in every way and act your age. These differences led to many things, too horrible to describe.
Then one day, you just disappeared from home.

(present day)

You were in one of your daily back-street fights. The same gang of thugs was picking on you. You stood a chance any other day than today, the reason being... Well, it's long and complicated, but this gang of thugs gave you a real beating an hour earlier.

Thug A: "Come on, punk! Is that all you've got?"

(y/n): "I would have more if I weren't beaten up already today."

You spit out blood and a tooth, very casualy as well. The leader grabs you by your hair and throws you to the ground.

Thug Leader: "You know, this would all be over if you just left and never came back!"

(y/n): "Fat chance, bub. As long as I'm breathing, I'll never disappear!"

Thug B: "That can be arranged!", he said as he drew out a curved sword, much like a scimitar. You had no way of defending yourself, except for your gym and weapons training.

He lunged straight at you as you duck and kick him straight in his crotch. He went down, face smushed in pain, but you were still in trouble as Thug A aimed his flint-lock straight at your head. You barely got behind cover to hear him miss and curse. You knew a lot about weaponry and firearms.

As he slowly reloads his gun, you charge at him with a trash can lid for a shield. The noise of his skull hitting the lid echoes around the ally like a gong. You were two thirds done, all that was left was the Thug Leader, but you knew you stood no chance.

As he was preparing his throwing daggers, he said with a calm voice: "You're good, I'll give you that. These two push-overs were the best in my gang and you disposed of them like trash,"

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"but I ain't going down that easily!", he screams as you barely block a dagger with your lid shield. You have no other choice but to hide. The next one swished above your head just as you get to cover.

Thug Leader: "Oh, are you scawed of the pointy fly-y things? Well then, go cwy to your mommy,"he said in a baby-like voice.

That final word stirred up many negative feelings (hatred, lust for revenge, envy, etc.), but right as you got ready to ram him, you heard two things.
First, voices. Voices, voices, voices. They were inaudible, hundreds, if not thousands, of voices, all speaking in an eerie whisper.
You barely heard the second sound as you were clutching your head. Still hearing it, though, you looked out of your cover to see... AN URSA!!!!

The sheer terror of actually seeing an Ursa up close and personal instead of a safe, far away hiding place was overwhelming you. The Grim was not focused on you, though, but the Thug Leader. He desperately tried to kill it, but the throwing daggers were not enough. The Grimm's armour was too thick, so the daggers just bounced off.

He ran away while grabbing the two other thugs. You had enough time to chuckle. The Ursa slowly walked towards you. It was not hostile, though. It cornered you as you embraced the end.

Right as you thought it would end, one of the voices in your head spoke up and said in a hellish whisper: "Ma... M...er.
MASTER!"

You were shocked at this. Were was this voice coming from? Who was it's owner? And why was the Grimm just standing there, eyeing you? As you almost realised why, the Ursa suddenly lunged straight at you. As it was almost upon you, its head is impaled by a silver rapier.

The shock quickly settled as you saw your saviors. A red hooded cutey, a black bowed beauty, a gorgeus blonde and the one with the rapier, a white angel.

(y/n): "W-who are you?", you said with a shivering voice.

White angel: "Well, I'm Weiss, that's Blake, Yang and our team leader Ruby."

(y/n): "Team?"

Weiss: "We're a huntsmen team at Beacon. We are heading back now and to prevent any more attacks on you, wanna come with?"