Looking out for the Little Guy - Aras Greyford Trailer

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The Trailer
The broken moon glowed an unsettling yellow on the navy colored sky, as the little Faunus girl ran through the bleak village. They had been pursuing her ever since she left her home to run an errand for her parents. This was the third time this week she had been targeted, every time she had avoided them. They were slow and stupid, whereas she was fast and clever. However, tonight wasn’t the same as before. Dashing round a blind corner, the little girl was confronted by a solid brick wall which was ridiculously high. She couldn’t reach the top. Her heart began to thunder and sweat poured down her brow. She stared up at the wall, tears in her eyes, she was panicking. There was large metal container up against the wall, but even that was out of her reach. She tried scrambling up the cold metal, feeling her cat-like claws screech on the unforgiving metal. She froze when she heard the bark of laughter and the heavy footsteps slowly striding toward her. She spun on her heels to be confronted by three burly boys, each laughing, each mocking and each one of them human. The little girl curled up into a ball, as she hid her tear stained face from view. Her tail quivered and her ears twitched frantically, as the laughter grew louder with every hammer-like footstep. She wanted to be home, back with her parents, she didn’t want to hurt. Her parents always warned her ‘If the humans catch you, they will hurt you, so keep away from the humans’. They were close enough now that she could smell them. They smelt of ale and smoke, the bitter smell causing her to splutter. It was then when a pair of gauntlet-like hands grabbed her and hauled her tiny form into the air. The cold air rushed down her tiny form, as she was lifted off her feet in a vice-like grip. “Look what we got here guys!” the one holding her mocked “We’ve got a live one. But that can be quickly changed, can’t it?” the other two laughed sinisterly and the little girl squealed as she heard the hiss of steel, as it was torn from its sheath. “I’m going to enjoy this” the one holding her whispered into her red cat ears “I’m gonna take it nice… and slow. You filthy animal” The little girl squealed and struggled, but this boy had her held fast. It was then that she caught something, a figure moving in the dark, diving toward them like an arrow. There was a pause of silence before it descended on the hapless fools. There was a deafening crunch, as the boy on the left bit the wall face first. The boy on the right was no faster, as a grey blur struck him across the jaw with blinding speed. He too ricocheted off the hard brick wall and was not getting up anytime soon. The last boy had turned now, throwing the little Faunus girl aside. She hit the stone ground hard and she winced as a searing pain jolted up her arm. She looked up now to see a figure draped in a long grey coat standing before the last boy. He wasn’t particularly tall, but his face was hidden by the cowl of a deep hood and the way he stood showed he had no intention of standing down against his larger opponent.

“What?” was all the boy could manage as his hands shook slightly. “I’m gonna enjoy this” the figure spoke coldly, taking a single step forward. The boy scrambled to the ground and picked up the knife his friend had dropped. The figure saw the glint of the steel in the dark and barked a laugh. “Back off, b…back off now, if you know what’s good for you” the boy snapped at the figure, his composure and his courage seemingly returning to him. “Feel braver behind that knife do you?” the figure growled harshly “Feeling as brave as you were when you were attacking a little girl, a little defenceless girl” the figure strode forward now, as the boy began stepping away “Well let us see how brave you really are” With that the figure stopped advancing on the boy and threw his arms out-stretched. He was making himself an easy target. “Have at me” the figure muttered to himself. There was silence, until somewhere a dog barked and the boy snickered. He felt the weight of the blade and then charged at the figure. The girl watched in horror as her saviour left himself wide open for attack, as unmoving as a statue. But it was when the burly boy was almost upon him that the figure moved with unnatural speed and drove a heavy, dark coloured object upwards into his face. The boy hit the ground with a heavy thud and almost somersaulted in the air at the blow dealt to him. The figure snorted a laugh putting, what only could be described as, a long barrel pistol into a holster at his side. He strode past the groaning figures on the floor without a second look and knelt beside the girl, who leaned away from him. “Hey, hey, hey” the figure said calmingly, pushing back his hood to reveal a head of scruffy brown hair and a pair of stormy grey eyes “You’re alright lass. My name is Aras. Do you have a name?” “Anna” she whispered, remaining curled up away from Aras. “Well Anna, I think it is time you skedaddled on outta here” Aras said with a kind half-smile. Anna nodded quickly and Aras helped her to her feet. Aras could hear some sort of commotion going on close by, he couldn’t risk Anna taking the blame for this. Yes, humans here really were stupid enough to blame this beat down on a small girl. “Thank you” Anna smiled meekly, hugging Aras waste “You are a good Faunus” Aras awkwardly held his arms out stretched from his body. He really wasn’t one for hugs. “You’re welcome lass, but I’m not a Faunus” Aras spoke calmly. “Then why did you help me?” Anna asked bewilderedly, pushing away from Aras. “Because you needed my help. Simple as” Aras answered throwing up his hood “Not all of us humans are bad lass. Some of us do try to look out for the little guy” Anna glanced at him once more with sad eyes, before running past him and out into the central street of the village. As the sound of footsteps fled with Anna, Aras was left alone in the dark. Watching Anna disappear, Aras sighed with a shake of his head. “Things have to change” he growled a mutter angrily to himself, his hand instinctively curling into fists. It didn’t matter what he seemed to do, he was always doing wrong in somebody’s eyes. Looking up at the broken moon gleaming yellow on a navy sky, Aras disappeared from the village without a second glance, leaving behind his act of heroism in the form of three broken bodies.