This is a story I came up with when thinking about what the RWBY version of Spider-Man would be like. Purely experimental.
This would normally be the part where I introduce myself, but, unfortunately, I can't remember my name. It might be Parker, I mean, that's what they've always called me. Even if it is my name, I don't know if it's my first name or my last. They never really gave me any details on , sorry, you're probably wondering who "they" are. Well, to tell you, I'll have to go back as far as I can remember.
I vaguely remember seeing an ad requesting volunteers for something at the Atlas genetic research facility, which isn't nearly as well known as the robotics facility. I signed up, eager to help the country in any way I could. The researchers escorted me to the lower levels, which I would eventually call home. They experimented on Grimm there, trying to figure out how they came to be.
When we arrived at the living quarters of the volunteers, I was introduced to the sound I would spend countless nights trying to drown out. Even now, I can still hear the screams of the other volunteers scraping at the back of my head.
They performed tests on me, as was normal for volunteers. It wasn't until the next day that I would find out what the tests were for and why we were in the same facility as so many Grimm.
I barely slept at all that night, you can probably guess why, so I was pretty tired the next day. They told me everything.
I was there to be part of an experiment to see what happens when you combine human and Grimm DNA. The tests I had gone through the previous day were to find out which Grimm my blood was compatible with. As it turned out, I was a perfect match for the Spider Grimm, which probably would have been obvious if you were looking at me right now.
They injected me with Spider fluids, I don't know which ones and I don't want to, and told me that while I would see changes soon, the painful stuff wouldn't start until a full week had passed. They weren't wrong.
By my third day, the skin from my neck down had turned a really, really dark grey with a faint red glow. My hands turned completely white but my face stayed the same.
On the fourth day, the whites of my eyes turned black while the rest turned red. Still no change anywhere else on my face. Then the week passed and I found myself joining the "Screaming Choir" as they called it.
It started with my arms. The pain was unbearable and it wouldn't let up. It felt as though my skin was burning off and my bones were being ripped to shreds. It eventually stopped, but I had a new reason to scream. Some wired, spiky, bone like armor was fused to my skin right where the pain was. I looked in the mirror they put in my room and saw that it was on my forearms and shoulders. The armor had a red and orange tint near the points.
The next day, the cycle began anew, this time with my legs. When I had a chance to look at it, I noticed that unlike my arms, which had certain segments covered, everything below my knees was covered in the armor. The segments covering my legs, I mean the part between the knees and the feet, not the entire appendage, was red with an orange segment around my ankles. The rest was white. It took me a while to get used to walking again.
The next day brought a double dose of pain. I don't know which was worse, my chest or my face, they were both pretty intense. It's hard to describe the armor's pattern on my chest. I mean, I guess it sort of resembles the shape of a spider's head from a top down perspective. And don't even get me started on the armored mask. It was on that day that I noticed that about a fifth of my hair had turned white. One of the researchers said "At least it looks cool." Humph, good to know they were having fun with my pain.
The last bit of pain was in my back. It was by far the worst. How bad was it? Well, imagine growing new limbs. Two pairs of spider legs, with armored points. It hurts, a lot.
I stopped hearing the screams after that. It only just occurred to me that might've been because the other volunteers couldn't hold on through the pain like I had. Then again, I don't like to think about people dying due to something I lived through.
The headmaster of the school, Professor Ironwood, came over to inspect the genetic experiments one day. My supervisor said that he wasn't supposed to arrive for a couple more weeks, but he came early because he had to leave for Beacon to help with the preparations for the Vytal festival.
Ironwood didn't conduct any tests on me. He just watched me go through my daily activities and left. It wasn't until he left that my new abilities were put to the test.
All I remember from that day was killing something. I don't remember what though. What I do remember, however, is the chaos that erupted at the Vytal festival. I don't know what happened at Beacon, but I could feel the fear all the way in Atlas. So did the other Grimm. They broke out and killed everyone but me. Was it because they saw me as one of them, or because I'm not afraid of them anymore? I don't know, but what I do know is that now I have to hunt down those Grimm and find Ironwood. He's the only one I know who can tell me what's going on.
Be sure to tell me if I should keep going with this.