RWBY - A New Perspective

Deaths-Head : Usual disclaimer stuff... I do not own RWBY. Rooster Teeth does. I also do not own the 'special character' who makes a appearance towards the end. He is owned by that Mickey Mouse organization now...

Words in bold are the special character. Words with italics are my character's thoughts.

All I own is me... and even that is suspect heh. Anyway, on with the story.

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Chapter One :

Hello. My name is Greg *******. Well, it was the name I was given at my birth... in another place. How I got from there, here to the world of Remnant... is a long story. I won't bore you with the details.

...wait... I probably SHOULD have them. Not much of a story unless I have details eh? Ok, where to start. The beginning probably would be a good start, but what is a beginning? What is a end? Both are essentially the same, yet vastly different... from certain points of view. Any way... at the beginning... so cue the blurry vision and sound effects lol

Life has a lot of mystery to it. No matter what one may choose to believe, life always has a way of throwing a curve ball in one's path. Case in point, I never thought I'd be running for my life from a group of prepubescent children dressed in hand me down clown outfits.

Guess this would be a bad time to say I have a fear of clowns, eh?

It all started with this group, minus the clown outfits, entering my place of work and starting to cause trouble for other customers. Yelling at a old lady, shoving a young couple, two thought it'd be really funny to take all the stock on the shelves and throw it all onto the ground. Yeah... real fun. Even with two security guards trying to remove them, the group were still being a bunch of idiots. One even took a nightstick from one of the guards and another took the other guard's hat and was playing 'catch' with it.

At this point, I was beyond caring about any consequences. So, with my two co-workers still behind the counter, I approached two of them and grabbed them by the back of the shirts and dragged them out the door. The two guards herded the others out, but not before one of the ones I dragged out, decided to throw a threat at me. At the time, just thought it was the little terror blowing off some anger. Yeah... I was wrong.

Closing time and I watched my two co-workers head off together. Bright kids, but totally clueless about each other. I turned and walked around the building and saw... the idiots from before sitting on my truck. Normally I would just yell at them to get lost, but then I saw one holding a jerry can and another flicking on and off a cigarette lighter. No response from them when I called out to them, just silence... which was a tad frightening if I must be honest.

Of course, I had thought that they were all there in front of me on my truck. Sadly I found out thanks to a baseball bat to the back of my right knee, that there were others. Another blow hit my arm and I was on my back on the ground. I also smelt fuel and managed to look towards my truck and saw the one with the jerry can, standing on top of the cab and pouring it's contents all over my vehicle.

Another blow to my back and more pain coursed through me, as I heard laughter from them. One of them, the same one who taunted me earlier that day, sneered at me and told me that this is what happens to those who disrespect them. Then a wave of heat hit me as my truck was set alight amid more laughter and jeers. Of course... only one thing was going through me...

Rage.

I managed to grab one of them who was standing near me, by the ankles and threw them to the ground. Before they or the others could respond, I was on my feet and with one well placed stomp, the one I took to the ground screamed as I had broken his ankle with my stomp. Two rushed me, swinging their bats. I raised my arms and took the blows along both of upper arms. As they were close, I was able to retaliate with a sharp strike to their throats with either hand.

The leader backed away along with two others and he pulled his mask down to cover the shocked look on his face. As I looked at them, they ran off down the street. What about me you ask? Did I do the smart thing and call the cops and fire brigade? Nope... I did the stupid thing and went after them. Not a bright move on my part I agree, but at that point in time, all I saw was red.

That's the downside to having rage coursing through you... One tends to loose conscious thought and act only on emotion. Basically Incredible Hulk syndrome. Which leads me to where I am now... running through bush and scrub, bleeding from a gunshot wound to my shoulder and another two in my side. Behind me, I heard those same idiots shouting out obscenities and other such ilk at me. Pssh, like I cared... The pain I was in, while keeping me alive, was also slowing me down.

Gasping to take a breath, I made a mental note to start exercising again... IF I made it out of here alive. Without warning, the path I was running down came to a abrupt end and I suddenly knew what it was like to be completely weightless. At first, it felt great, exhilirating. Sadly, it came to a sudden and painful stop and I was tumbling down a embankment. Fortunately I was brought to a stop. Unfortunately it involved a large metal sea container and my head. End result?

Stunned and dazed. It was then I heard a soft voice speaking to me. A kind, grandfatherly type of voice.

It would seem young one, that you are in a spot of trouble.

What a keen analytical and observant mind I thought. Whoever you are, you truly are a detective of refined calibre.

The response, a dry chuckle. It was then I saw a person appear a few feet from me, clad in white robes. My first thought... I'm being visited by Obi-Wan Kenobi, as the figure DID indeed look like the Ewan MacGregor version from Episode III. The figure continue to chuckle, his hands in his robes.

I have to admit, I'm more partial to the Sir Alec Guinness incarnation, but I do feel that Ewan did the role justice. Probably the only thing which was good about that abysmal 'first' trilogy.

I found myself nodded in agreement, though the pain in my chest which I had felt upon hitting the container. I also took note of how cold my arms and legs were as well as the sensation of wetness on my side where those bullets had struck me. 'Obi-Wan' looked at me, concern on his face.

It would seem that I arrived at a most opportune moment Greg.

Opportune? Here I am, laying on the ground, covered in sand and dirt, bleeding badly and with no feeling in parts of my body and HE says he arrived at a 'most OPPORTUNE' moment? The figure chuckled and tilted his head to the side.

It all depends on ones point of view, as you should know Greg.

With a grunt I tried to pull myself up into a more comfortable position, when I heard the voices of those idiots. 'Obi-Wan' looked back up the embankment.

Ahh, I see 'children' are approaching. Naughty children, but children nonetheless...

Children who thought it'd be fun to insult, destroy private property and attempt murder?

Need I repeat myself again? Sadly, I sense my brother's influence on them. I would like to try and save them but I do fear it may be too late for them 'Obi-Wan' looked at me, his face with concern I can however save you, but not in the way you may be thinking.

Again with the different points of view eh? Let me guess, I have to sign over my soul to you or such?

Nothing so melodramatic. I'm not Mephistopheles you know. But I do have to inform you, that things will change. In short, you'll be given a second chance in a new body and with new abilities.

I snorted. Aww... I so wanted to be the host for a Spirit of Vengence... least I'd be able to walk at night and be my own night light.

Heh, true. I could see how that would be appealing. However, I have need for a... unknown variable... in one of my creations. A world my brother and I once fought over til we agreed to a truce.

Didn't work did it?

Sadly no... my brother has a tendency for... deception. Wants things done his way regardless.

Sounds like a immature little twit. No offense.

None taken. However, we have run out of time. I can save you, like I said...

But I'd be on another world, with yada yada yada. Do I get a choice in my 'abilities'?

Of course. What sort of deity would I be if I didn't give you a choice?

By now... I couldn't feel anything in my arms or legs... only cold. Even my face was feeling it as well. I even knew that my heart was slowing down in it's beats. Looking up at the pseudo Jedi Master, I had only one question to ask.

Obi... can you tell me where you're going to send me?

It's a world you're familiar with already. I do believe you just finished the other night watching all four seasons of it.

All four... wait... you're not talking about Remnant are you?

Obi-Wan grinned and nodded.

It is... and I think I may already know what attire and weapons to offer you. After all, you DO know what being a Hunter is all about.

I tried to groan but all that came out was a gasp. All I could see was Obi-Wan's glowing form, everything else was starting to get dark. I managed to smirk as I looked up at him.

Before I agree... I think a clue... about what semblence... I want is due...

Oh? A clue huh. Ok, I can play along. Hit me with your best shot.

Heh... There can be... only one...

Obi-Wan grinned broadly as he raised his right arm.

I think I know exactly what one. Try to have fun Greg... though you may want to consider a new identity. After all, even Ozpin can't do everything. He paused Don't worry. He'll know about you so you will have at least one person to confide in. Try to have fun and also... beware of the Dark Side.

I somehow managed to groan and start to roll my eyes... when everything went black. The last thing I heard...

You are my last hope...

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Deaths-Head : Well... I've started something I never thought I'd do. A self insert. Heaven help me. I'm also going to do something a bit different for the rest of the story. Yes, this chapter is in first person but subsequent chapters (unless otherwise stated) will be in third person. I will be incorporating the canon story of RWBY into this, with some side adventures here and there which'll be original content. Also, for any 'purists', I will NOT be having any pairings with canon characters.

I haven't forgotten my other RWBY story either. I will update that, after I have finished a 'prequel' of sorts. It'll focus on Team CFVY and another team as well as set the foundation for future events in my main RWBY story. In all honesty, I should have worked on that one first, then the other... but meh, whatever. Also, this story is NOT linked at all in any form with my other story.

In any event, I hope that those who have read this so far have liked the start. Any comments would be appreciated. Until next time.