RWBY: Infinity Crisis

by jjpdn

When half of the people on Remnant disintegrates to ash, negativity dooms the rest of humanity. To save their world, huntsmen and huntresses find themselves crossing time and space to figure out the cause and to stop it. However, messing with time has interesting consequences, and Blake just wishes that there were less infuriating wisecracking superheroes in this new world.

1. Chapter 1

A/N (Feb 11, 2019): Thought to make the time travel aspect more explicit.

So there! I'm revamping this chapter with 2000% more effort! If you guys thinks certain things should be reverted, feel free to comment what and why. Politely, plz.

For people who are rereading, I've changed the beginning, and added a new scene at the end. Fixes in characterization everywhere, though.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the MARVEL/RWBY things in this fic.

~(RWBY: Infinity Crisis)~

A robed, bald, celtic sorceress kneeled, still as stone, on the cool, paved floor of the Kamar-Taj, training ground of the Masters of the Mystic Arts.

For milliennas, the sorcerers of this order protected the Sanctums: three magical bases that stabilized the fabric of spacetime and stopped otherworlders from coming through. The shield was so powerful that even gods had a hard time passing.

And now, it was cracking.

"Ancient One, the seal in the London Sanctum is also in the process of overloading." her disciple, a plump, asian man by the name of Wong, reported, as he stepped into the room.

She didn't respond. Through meditation, her metaphysical form had separated from her body and sought the cause of the disturbance. After all, she had to know what they were facing before they could fight it.

Her spirit flew through the ceiling and into the lower troposphere, then made another jump straight into space. Then, she phased out of the real world to check the barrier. She caught the glimpse of something glimmering like glas-

Blinding pain struck her, snapping her form back into her body. She awakened with a gasp.

"No more time..." the sorceress realized.

She was right. It turned dark around them as the Sanctums failed and eldritch, incomprehensible evils easily tore the simple barrier between realms. Dormammu, Shuma-Gorath, and demons all peaked through and saw easy pickings. All at the same time, they reached out, excited to finally be able to wrap their claws around the planet.

The Ancient One readied herself. She wasn't about to go down without a fight, but without the Sanctums, beating even one of these entities was impossible. Wong did the same, willing to fall in the path of duty.

...and then the darkness abruptly disappeared.

Confused, but still wary, she checked her own connection to the dark dimension where Dormammu reigned. If the Lord of Chaos had come through, the link would have either been severed or have grown so strong that it'd taken her over. It was untouched.

Using a mystical, two finger ring on her hand, she opened up a portal to each of the Sanctums and peered through. Each of them was undamaged, but the magic that made them do their job was gone. Now, even more baffled, she checked the status of normal population centres like New York City and Beijing.

Nothing wrong, they were still bustling with life.

"How are we not slain?" her disciple whispered in disbelief.

For the first time since a very long ago, she had no answer.

~(RWBY: Infinity Crisis)~

It was supposed to be a normal day.

After the mess that was Mountain Glenn, the four girls, Ruby, Weiss, Blake, and Yang, composing team RWBY had thought that they'll be getting some rest before the Vytal Festival spiced stuff up again. There was still school, so no oversleeping, but the monotony of Professor Port's class was almost welcome compared to the release of Grimm monsters inside the city of Vale's walls a while ago. It was pure luck that nobody had gotten hurt during that incident as there were too many ways for it to have gone wrong.

Wasn't a little bit of peace and bonding time earned?

Boom. It was a loud, indirect, digital sound.

"The heck?"

The rotund professor at the front of the classroom turned away from the blackboard to look at a female student in the front. The girl's quiet exclamation was amplified by the shape of the room, which would be a strange design choice for a lecture room if this wasn't Beacon. In this prestigious hunstmen academy where the best of the best were trained to become slayers of Grimm and protectors of humanity, the classes themselves were small enough that there could be a decent amount of classroom interactions.

To allow everyone a good view of each other, be it the person lecturing or the audience, the room was constructed so that every row of seats were about two meters higher than the one in front. It wasn't an efficient use of space, but did allow the professor to see clearly that the student was staring at his portable electronic device.

"Now, now young woman! I am a very generous man and allow many things, but I draw the line at interrupting my lessons!" He scolded boisterously in his deep but animated voice. "The atmosphere of heroism and justice I have built up is very important to understanding my story. Think of your fellow students!" His very serious, thick, grey, walrus-like mustache jiggled as he talked, very seriously.

In a way, the professor was correct even if an 'atmosphere of heroism and justice' made no sense. Most of the students were actually asleep before the student's exclamation, and so any noise did in fact bother the other students.

The ones who were awake were reading books, like Blake, or struggling to not fall asleep, like the ever studious Weiss. To both their right sat Ruby, who was making designs for improvements on her mecha-shift scythe Crescent Rose, and finally, Yang, the student who had interrupted the class, who was currently staring at her holographic mobile device in confusion.

Strangely, the chastised student didn't seem to care much about what her professor was saying. Her eyes were focused on her device. Beside her, her partner, Blake, didn't even glance, being used to Yang's antics. It was her sister, Ruby, who reacted.

"Yang..." the fifteen year old girl whined, "You made me draw a crooked line!" Then she got a glimpse of the screen. "Whaaat… are you watching the news?" she said incredulously.

That snapped the older sister out of her shock. "Hey! We do have that essay with Professor Peach due tomorrow, you know!" She defended.

Ruby blinked her silver eyes innocently. "Wait, she actually exists? I thought her lessons were just a daydream during Prof Port's class."

Yang shook her head, amused. "Enough about that! Look at this!" She pushed the device to the front of her sister's face. "A bullhead just crashed into the news station!" A bullhead was a type of flying vehicle.

"You already tried this," the younger sister glanced at the screen, a bit offended, "I'm not that gullible!"

Before Yang could assure her that it wasn't a joke, she heard Professor Port tapping his foot in annoyance at being ignored. "Miss Rose and Miss Xiao-long!" Ruby eeped at being called out. "I am very disappointed in your behavior!"

Bang.

Some random student collapsed bonelessly on his desk, falling fast asleep after the fourth word.

"Sorry, Prof Port!" Yang apologized, putting her device away...

The professor continued as if a student hadn't gotten knocked out by his voice. "I have half a mind to assign you a detenti - arghh!" He collapsed in the middle of his sentence.

"Professor Port!"

The rest of the students woke up to their professor clenching his gut in pain.

"Something's… something's draining my aura!" Aura was a protective barrier surrounding aura-users, huntsmen and huntresses, that was projected from their unlocked soul. Professor Port's aura was flaring around him as if defending him from attack. The problem was, there was nothing visible attacking him.

Before the awakening students could react, the man's aura cracked and shattered like glass. He stared in confusion at his body as he turned to dust, starting from the hand he used to clench his gut to his head.

There was a moment of silence, before the same thing started happening to the students. Friends could only stare speechless as their comrades and teammates went through the same process as their professor, unsure what to do to help, though most were just stunned at the sudden intrusion to their uneventful lives.

~(RWBY: Infinity Crisis)~

Blake knew that the world wasn't fair.

For the length of known human history, the sub-race of faunus were treated like animals due to their animal features. They were forced to do manual work and lived agonized, short lives, enslaved by their counterparts.

The Faunus Wars changed that. Tens of thousands of faunus rose up against their oppressors, fighting to be recognized as sentient beings with inherent rights. As the dead piled up on both sides, the humans realized that it would be less costly to give into the faunus' demands. And so they gave up, but only on the surface.

Prejudice was not changed by fancy words on paper.

Blake gripped her book harder. Hidden by her bow, her ears twitched. Her reading material detailed well the betrayals that collapsed the faunus alliance and only made the fire within her stronger.

...just like it did for the many who joined the terrorist organisation, the White Fang.

The world wasn't fair, but that didn't mean it was right to go around blowing up civilians for crimes many didn't even know they were committing. The White Fang thought it poetic that they decided to don the mask of monsters after being treated like monsters for so long, but all Blake saw was a bunch of murderers. Just fellow brothers and sisters, falling down a dark path that'll only end in everyone's, humans' and faunus' alike, destruction.

And that's just why Blake tries so hard to fight for her dream of a perfect world. Because sometimes, it feels like she's the only one standing in the middle. With the human world indifferent, and the faunus' roaring for blood, she stands in the shadows of the no-man's land that no politician would cross.

So, when her extremely sensitive two sets of ears heard a distant explosion and also heard it be echoed on Yang's phone, she knew the inevitable had happened. A successful terrorist attack on the city of Vale. When innocent students around her starting disintegrating, she knew it was even worse. Maybe some kind of gas attack?

The world wasn't fair. It gave her impossible tasks and set impossible goals. But even then, she'll face her destiny head on, for to her…

There was no more worthy of a cause.

~(RWBY: Infinity Crisis)~

Over in Vale, there were no terrorists igniting fear. No, something was happening that was even worse.

Amity Colosseum was a marvel of modern engineering. It was humanity's symbol of peace, showing that the four kingdoms could thrive together and defy even gravity itself. Made of so much intricate machinery that even a planet could be called less complicated, no one could stare at the floating stadium without awe.

However, its complexity betrayed it when out of nowhere, half its workers turned to dust. The chain of command disintegrated into confusion as automatic systems awaited instruction from people that just weren't there. When a well-oiled machine loses a bunch of gears mid-use, the results aren't pretty.

So, Amity slowly fell to earth like the head of an executioner's axe, surrounded by other similarly pilot-less falling aircrafts, and set the world aflame.

~(RWBY: Infinity Crisis)~

One learns how to live without money by having none. One learns to combat starvation by having no food. So, it should be asked, what kind of adversity necessitated schools to trains the superpowered hunstmen? The answer was the Grimm.

In the world of Remnant, these creatures made from pure darkness prowled the lands. Armed with immense strength and a hide covered by bone plates strong enough to withstand most ranged weaponry, they are undeniably the true masters of Remnant. Every village lives in fear that one day they'll meet a Grimm they can not defeat, like the Nuckelavee, or even a dragon. Their fears are not unfounded, as even with the existence of hunstmen, countless human establishments have been destroyed and millions of lives lost.

There was no logic to the Grimm or their destruction. They were just animals. They can not be reasoned with, they can not be bribed, they can not be convinced. All they knew was their hunt of negativity, which the humans gave off quite a lot.

When Amity Colosseum crashed into Vale, thousands of civilians felt fear of their lives as they saw their doom slowly drift towards them. In return, thousands of Grimm in the surrounding forests lifted their heads up in interest. The monsters heard the call from their prey.

~(RWBY: Infinity Crisis)~

The students of Beacon did not have time to grieve or even think, for then the Grimm incursion alarms blared. A look outside showed that the sky had turned black by the sheer amount of flying Grimm. What happened in the classroom had happened all across Remnant and the resulting uncontrollable negativity attracted never before seen numbers of Grimm.

Team RWBY didn't even get a chance to look for the rest of their friends before the Nevermores tore at the walls of Beacon. Students screamed and ran for the door, but in their hurry, fellow classmates were trampled under their feet. All of them were huntsmen, but none had their weapons.

The four girls of team RWBY rushed to their weapons' lockers, but found their way blocked by Grimm who had broken through the walls. Debris now littered the corridor. The monsters roared before charging. Yang stepped to the front of the group to protect her teammates. Her combat style focused on her fists anyways, so even without her weapons, she was more effective than the rest.

"Run! I'll catch up!" The blond brawler called as she readied herself.

Her sister wouldn't have it. "No! I can help too!"

Yang batted a muscled arm away from her using just her aura, then spin kicked the first Beowolf into a wall. "You can't fight without Crescent Rose anyway! Run!" The wording was bad, but she had to concentrate on her enemies.

Weiss snapped at her. "Yang! Don't be a dunce, I have glyphs to speed us up! Blake, grab her!"

The faunus rapidly reacted and did as she was asked. Yang yelped as her teammate kicked her legs from under her and fell into Blake's arms. Beneath the four of them, a white glyph lit up. There was a moment of stillness as more monsters approached them before Weiss sent them flying down the hallway.

The four of them zoomed left and right, trying to find where everyone else was so that they could mount a unified defense. No sign of their friends, team JNPR. They must have lost them in the initial rush to all their weapons.

Weiss halted them before one of the many rooms along Beacon's halls, where she then stumbled.

"Weiss?" Ruby asked, worried. Her teammate was panting from the exertion of making all those glyphs.

"I… need… a moment…"

More Grimm were breaking through the walls and some parts of the school were even coming down. Distant rumbles of gunfire and screaming were hidden by the crumbling of walls and roars of monsters. Light flickered as dust lines were cut and generators were torn to pieces.

But these four were huntresses. Armed with the supernatural power of aura, bound in their warrior hearts by their common duty and forged in the fires of their past, not even an overwhelming tide of evil could break their spirits.

Yang stood tall and proud, having now disentangled herself from Blake. Her golden mane shone in each flash of the flickering lights, alike her eyes that were radiating with purpose. Her hands were balled up and held at the ready. Legs were spread so that her center of gravity was low, muscles tensed for a dash forward at any moment.

Blake crouched on the balls of her feet. She held herself stable using her fingers, ready to pounce into action. Her cat like eyes were squinting and scanned every inch of the surroundings, analysing enemies, escape routes and environmental dangers. Atop her head, her extra pair of ears pointed themselves in different directions than her normal ears to increase her range of hearing.

Weiss kneeled on the ground and breathed heavily. However, her head was still tilted so that she could keep an eye on the status of her foes and allies. Her slim legs were positioned so that she could stand up in an instant and her arms were poised elegantly. Even while tired she kept her posture and an air of sophistication.

Finally, there was Ruby, who stood protectively in front of her partner. She was too young, too small, too slim, but her will was strong, and so was her skill. It allowed her to wield a monstrously heavy scythe to decimate her enemies in swirls of red, all while wearing her childish "combat" skirt. Her aura wasn't too strong either, but through her eyes, one could see the sea of strength that was her soul.

The four of them, mere teenagers, stared down without even the slightest bit of fear towards the monsters that had surrounded them. For even with encroaching defeat, team RWBY showed no fear towards their sworn enemy. This was not Cinder, who was to eventually betray their trust in the worst way possible, or Adam, who would eventually pierce their spirits with one blow. This was the enemy they were prepared for since they were young, the evil that has existed since the dawn of humanity.

"What shall we do?" asked Yang, her voice steady. "There's too many and we don't have our weapons."

"I…" Weiss took another breath, "…might have a way. There was a Schnee once, one who could teleport. The," she paused, "…art has been lost over time, but, I think I know, how I might be able to reproduce it. I'll be able to get some of us out of here."

"Not all of us?"

"Let… let me try first. But I need time. If… if we hide in there, can you keep the door secure?"

Team RWBY looked at each other, but seeing no other way, they ducked inside the room. It was a supply closet full of replacement parts and other tools that adorned its walls, with lots of empty room in the middle. The whole room was about five by five meters.

Blake and Yang grabbed hammers and nails to reinforce the door. They could hear the monsters hurling themselves at the wall repeatedly.

Weiss took a few more moments of rest before she stood up and summoned two glyphs side by side. They were vertical and facing each other, one black and one white. Slowly, they began spinning faster and faster. Ruby stood by her, unsure of what to do and feeling somewhat useless.

Cracking sounds started to come from the wall and door, so the black and yellow duo moved carts of materials to block the door. It wouldn't help much, but it was all they could do.

After a while, the glyphs were spinning so fast it looked like they were spinning the opposite way. Still, nothing more was happening. Weiss was sweating hard, her eyes closed and muscles tensed in reflection of her mental flexing.

When she finally spoke up, she said what nobody wanted to hear. "I… I… can't. I can't make them… spin fast enough." It was through gritted teeth as she forced every little bit of her strength into the task.

There was a moment of silence.

Luckily, Ruby had an idea, even if she wasn't sure what was exactly happening. "Weiss, my semblance can move things around me too, think it'll work with that?"

"T… Try!"

She did, and burst into a stream of rose petals. The stream forced itself to move in a circle in the same directions as the glyphs. Unexpectedly, it worked. The glyphs started accelerating incredibly fast. To the rest of team RWBY, it looked like the space between the two floating, spinning, ethereal symbols was distorting.

"How…?" Stunned, Blake spoke out.

Then, a threshold was hit, and the distorted space burst open, creating a portal. Translucent distortions of space made up the frame, while through the middle, one could see… a desert?

"Arrrrghhhh…" Weiss grimaced. "Even with Ruby, I can only… power it… for one person before it destabilizes. Any… anymore and it may sap too much of my aura."

"Is there some way we can help? Make it stronger?"

"Even if there is… we can't power it and… nrghhhh… go through it at the same time."

Blake and Yang looked at each other. Without even speaking, they communicated their mutual horror. The blond put a hand on Blake's shoulder.

"You go, kitty cat. I'm needed here. I'm the best at unarmed combat."

"No! You told me that I don't need to do everything by myself! That we're a team! I will stay here and make my stand with Ruby and Weiss!" Yellow eyes stared into purple. Both were resolute.

"Blake… I…" The door behind them cracked. "I… I'm sorry." And Yang grabbed and used her overpowering strength to throw her teammate straight into the portal.

Blake had one last glimpse at Yang's closed eyes and downcast expression, as if the blond was resigning herself to her fate, before Blake landed back-first into hot sand. She scrambled to her feet, reaching for the portal she came out of, but it closed with a snap.

In the middle of the desert, the cat girl stood, alone in the sand. She fell to her knees.

The world really wasn't fair.

(RWBY: Infinite Crisis)~

Blake didn't know for how long she had sat there on her knees, staring at the sand. The sun didn't affect her, as aura protected against temperature changes too, a trait of aura that also explains aura-wielder's resistance against flames.

Her tears and screams gave away to solemn contemplation long ago. In her mind, her final moments with her team replayed again and again, each with a slight variation. She wanted to believe that there must have been a way to save everyone. Maybe if they weren't so rushed, maybe if they didn't rush for their weapons and separate from everyone… but they weren't given a choice, were they?

The ears atop her head, hidden beneath her bow, twitched. She looked at the sand dunes around herself. Nothing, just endless sand.

Her dual pair of ears could make out distant rumbling. It was slowly getting louder, closer.

The girl stood up and saw the two dust hammers that she and Yang had used had gone through the portal with her. She wrapped her fingers around the handles tightly and picked them up. Testing their weight, she did a practice swing, all while still scanning the horizon.

Finally, she saw it. There was a smoke trail in the distance, like the ones left by rockets. It was in the form of a downwards arc and was slowly being drawn by a falling object. Not really knowing what else to do, she headed for it. There was a chance it could help her back to civilization. And then, back to her friends.

The girl didn't even want to entertain the thought that they might be dead.

The object disappeared behind a sand dune. A loud bang, followed by what looked liked a rain of metal fragments told her that the object had landed. She was nearing it now, her aura enhanced speed allowing her to rip through the desert landscape.

Blake wasn't sure what she was expecting when she got to the top of the dune and in sight range, but it surely wasn't a man amidst of all the metallic debris. Seeing his unmoving body, she cautiously slid down the side of the dune to check on him and stepped silently towards him. Suddenly, he twitched, and the cat girl jumped backwards nimbly, hammers ready.

"Now that's a real end with bang." The man moaned. He was covered in bruises, dirt and basically looked like he just went through a warzone. He threw off most of the pieces of metal attached to him except for a glowing round blue thing in the middle of his chest, before finally noticing Blake. "Oh. Hello there. You know where's the nearest payphone?"

"Who are you?" The girl hissed.

"Isn't it polite to say your name first, hammer-girl?" He quipped. The man hurt everywhere and wasn't sure he could fight one on one with anyone in his state, but couldn't hold back his mouth.

"Blake." She replied, still wary. If the person didn't look like he was armed, it didn't mean he wasn't armed.

"Tony, then."

They stared at each other silently, one not wanting to make the first move and the other not sure as to what to say.

Finally, the man couldn't take it anymore. "So, you come here often?" He wanted to smack himself after the words came out.

Blake glared at him, the pain of what had just happened to her still fresh. A small part of her realized that, in a way, she did come here often, just not this exact situation. How many had she left behind, hurt and confused as to why she had done so to them? Even though this time it wasn't her fault, she had still left, and that realization made the pain all that much stronger. Instead of leaving behind confusion, she left behind a mountain of unfinished problems. Like why did so many people simply vanish? What caused it all?

She finally decided to just ignore his attempt at humor and jump straight to questions. "You know which direction to go to find a city?"

"No, sorry, I'm lost like you. I got kidnapped, built a robot suit and escaped… crazy Thursday, am I right?" He answered flippantly.

"Thanks anyways then." She turned to walk away.

"Woah! Let's not be hasty, we're alone in a desert. Trek together?"

Blake paused. She didn't want to work with a stranger and he wasn't even a local who could have given her information. Still, he seemed disheveled and equally lost as her. Ruby, Yang, and even Weiss would be aghast if she left him here.

The faunus sighed. "Alright." She waited for the man to scavenge some protective clothing off the wreckage to shield himself from the elements. Then, the two of them headed off in a random direction and hoped they were going the right way.

After a few hundred meters, Tony realized something.

"Hey, hammer-girl," the girl glanced at him to communicate that she was paying him attention, "I really want to ask about why you are wearing a school girl uniform in the middle of a desert, or maybe why you are armed with a pair of hammers, or even just why you are here… But, how the hell are you not sweating?"

He was right. The sun was beating down on the desert relentlessly. Heat made distant landscapes hazy. Not a living thing was in sight, except for the two of them.

The girl, on the other hand, had a completely unblemished school uniform. The sand that was blown up by the wind was seemingly repelled. Her skin still had the same pale, rosy complexion it had before, as if she was walking in the shade. Not a drop of sweat or sand.

Contrasting her, Tony already looked worse than before. The sand had seeped into every crack of his scavenged cloths. Sweat dripped down his skin, making his clothing stick to him. He looked like a desert hobo and felt even worse.

"I'm a huntress."

Tony waited for more. She didn't elaborate, instead, focusing on their surroundings.

The man felt like he was talking to a robot. "So, maybe I should hunt some rabbits too, if it makes me invincible to heat and sand. Or is it a rare drop from these rabbits? Should I buy a booster to increase drop rates?"

Blake was not in the mood for any jokes. "Are you playing dumb just to annoy me?" There was no way a man intelligent enough to build a flying suit of armor could not know about Huntsmen.

"So, not that kind of huntress." Tony nodded to himself. "Is it some special term? The name for a government super soldier project?"

The faunus glared at him, but before anything more could be said, her bow twitched. She whipped her head around to stare at something in front of them.

Far off in the distance in front of them, there was a lone flying object. Her top ears had heard the helicopter blades, not that she knew what a helicopter was.

Tony followed her gaze. "Could that be our rescue?"

The object got closer and the chopping sound got louder. About the time when Tony could finally recognize it as a helicopter, a tiny mysterious object dropped from each wing.

Blake's eyes widened. She pushed her companion behind her, ignored his yelp, and readied her hammers. Her aura covered her hammers to improve their durability.

She crouched. Her mind went into overdrive, calculating the distance between her and the projectiles. Then she burst into action. The two dots from the helicopter had come close enough to be revealed as missiles.

First, she flung herself forward, sending the sand behind her flying into the air. The faunus followed with a leap high into the air with catlike grace. Injecting the dust inside her hammers with aura, she made twin slashes towards the approaching projectiles.

Before the missiles could even get close, each swing of Blake's hammers had sent dust flying in a crescent shape straight into her targets. The dust, primed by aura, destroyed the missiles' tips. The projectiles' explosives were forced to go off early and the shrapnel did nothing against Blake's aura.

Tony was watching, shocked, his mouth slightly agape. "Holy shit-"

Blake used the missiles' scattered fragments still in the air as stepping stones to get even higher, straight into the path of the helicopter. She saw the pilot's shocked face as she smashed through the window beside him, hammers first. The man was lucky that it was a two-person helicopter, as it meant that Blake had enough room to enter the vehicle through the front window without having to land on him.

The co-pilot seat absorbed her entry through the glass by breaking in half. It slowed her down enough that she could lodge her hammers into nearby metal parts to halt her completely.

When she got back to the front of the helicopter and threatened the pilot to land with her hammers in hand, he didn't say one word in protest. He also smelled like he had just crapped himself.

~(RWBY: Infinity Crisis)~

Salem felt nothing but satisfaction as she stared out of the window and at the Grimmlands. Her armies of dark monsters prowled in between crystals of purple Dust that stuck out haphazardly from the ashen ground. Above, a deep purple sky gave everything an ominous hue.

It was quite the powerful sight, but Salem had never cared much about her Grimm armies or her power. Her might was only a means to an end. Her goal? Her own destruction.

Long ago, the gods had punished a young, grieving widow with immortality when she had tried to defeat the natural order and revive her love. In despair, she tried to kill herself by diving into a pool of pure destruction.

However, it did not kill her. No, it did something far worse. She emerged from the pool, changed. From then on, the concept of destruction itself followed her wherever she walked. Her thoughts were infected and her soul was tainted by darkness. Worse of all, she did not know anymore which actions were hers and which were implanted. After all...

The young woman she once was would not have wanted to conquer the world. She would not have fought her lover over a small disagreement they could have talked over. And she also wouldn't have killed her own darling, sweet children in blind rage.

Living like this was not living. It was a strange state of undeath that embodied only suffering. A life without choice. A death without peace.

But now… finally, after multiple millennia, she had a chance to be free. Her deathly pale hand pulsing with crimson veins lightly touched the cool window pane.

"The veil of time has been broken. The past and the future are mixing like they never should. Could this…" she whispered to herself. "Could this finally kill me?"

~(RWBY: Infinity Crisis)~

Old A/N: So, there's multiple things I have to say:

There is a good reason for why there's an attack helicopter this time.

Also, don't worry, this story includes more than just one RWBY character.

About 'The Path Most Traveled', yes, there is a chapter coming this week.