First and foremost, my knowledge on RWBY is a bit shaky. I only know the RWBY universe from mainly fanfictions and AMVs. I don't consider myself a good author by any means so I welcome any attempts at criticism. If something is not clear, feel free to ask me about it. I'm really sucky at a lot of things like dialogue so if you got any tips/pointers feel free to DM me or just reply in the thread.
It won't be entirely canon as I plan to implement a major upset happening within the RWBY universe. Another fanfic briefly touched upon what I wanted to do but it diverged into another direction. For this story, I was mainly inspired by one AMV in particular: RWBY: Jaune Arc: The Soldier
Feel free to check the AMV out (it's not my mine though I wish it was since it's amazing)
Hopefully viewing the chapters will work as intended (Using .rtf files now)
Contradictions
Chapter 1
I didn't seek out death despite the objections of my would-be observer. The number of times the woman would fuss when addressing the occasional flesh wounds couldn't be counted on both hands; but even if it could, I lacked both the knowledge and the interest in doing so at the time.
When I first saw her, I considered her to be an oddity.
That clear white, almost translucent color she had for skin confused me. The white cape that surrounded her, accented her otherworldliness especially as it billowed back and forth from the dust-marred gusts. The golden hair adorning her shoulders made her seem almost as one of those mythical characters the older men would speak of in hushed tones when they gathered around a fire. The sheer contrast between the vibrant colors the interloper brought and the dull, lifeless brown hue that I had become accustomed to since birth unnerved me. It's a shame that she would soon be brought to our level, especially considering the nature of the two men that flanked her side.
I held a curiosity concerning the woman and her unusual appearance but that had soon been forgotten as more orders were relayed to me. I was wound up like a toy and sent my way to a war where my enemy was decided for me.
I fought and fought even as the bodies of my men on my side whose names no longer held any meaning obstructed my path as they dropped. I paid it no mind just as I had done before and continued forward, digging my feet upon their corpses for better footing. My Commander's shouts and screams that resembled some kind of motivational chant played second to the constant whistles of the bullets tearing past me.
I didn't understand what duty I had nor whom I was enacting my duty against but I continued nonetheless. The comfortable weight of the gun, nestled within the grasp of my arms, pounded against my chest as my body surged toward the onslaught of carnage. I ran with a burst of familiar energy that only made itself available in times of need. The lazy expression I would wear lifted itself and transformed into a maddening face that held no shred of hesitation. My eyes no longer hid behind their lids and stared unabashedly at what had bloomed from our efforts in the war. Darting from left to right, my eyes complimented the predatory smile I had plastered on my face.
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Imagine my surprise when I caught glimpses of golden strands of hair across the camp after returning home from the bloody venture.
She stayed secluded from the rest of the men, staying in her own little tent by the outskirts of the camp. . I didn't expect her to still be alive. At all times she was guarded, naturally so, as the men, loyal as they may be, were still tempted by their desires. Even though her presence unnerved me, I knew better than to question it. I knew my place. She was here for a reason and in time, I too would know
A man far above my age called out, repeating several times over a word unrecognizable to my ears. I could hear his annoyance as he continued sounding off. Spittle flew off his mouth, running down his lips and falling tragically onto the ground, wetting the soil that lay beneath us.
That reminds me - I'm thirsty.
I walked forward heading to my station wanting to soothe my eyes with a blanket of darkness and rest the frantic beating of my heart. I made slow steps, feeling the hard grooves of the rocks embedded within the dirt and uneven surfaces of the ground. I enjoyed gliding my feet over it all, thinking that maybe I wasn't so -
I stumbled back, mildly confused and disturbed. Something from behind me yanked my body with such a force that I had been broken from my thought.
Ah, it was the Commander. I could recognize that expression he had on his face even though I was considerably less proficient in displaying my emotions.
Oh..oh no, he's angry.
He grabbed my chin with his right hand and brought my line of sight to his own. He yelled something undecipherable once again.
"?#%*.!" he said… I think.
He pushed his right hand forward and released his hold over my chin. I stumbled back once again but held still as he looked up and down at my figure. His eyes darted to a specific spot on my body, namely the left of my stomach and then lifted my shirt. He exhaled a breath and looked at me once again while lightly touching my skin.
I bit down on a small part of my lip and fidgeted in place. The Commander was no fool and saw what he had done.
"Go to the woman now," the Commander said. I was about to question what woman the Commander was referring to but squashed that immediate impulse. What other woman could the Commander be referring to I sarcastically thought to myself.
I silently nodded and did what I was told to do. What the Commander wanted, the Commander got. I was his tool after all.
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I remember the first time we met. It wasn't any sort of grandiose event, I mean how could it be when considering our circumstances.
I moved towards the tent only to be stopped by the guard who motioned for my gun. Hesitantly, I gave it up and continued on to accomplish Commander 's order.
Her back was turned towards me. She hadn't noticed my arrival.
I stomped the ground and looked forward.
The illustrious figure I had first seen was a long shot from the woman who stood before me. No longer was she a perfect being, dressed in immaculate and unstained clothing. The past weeks had taken a toll on her. The once white coat had been marked with crusts of dirt. Her bright blonde hair was now matted with dust and shone considerably less. A strange red emblem on her left breast-pocket that fitted her coat resembled several streaks of dried blood. Those tearful eyes that were filled with such emotion had now been driven to a pitiful state of resignation, not unlike those who realized where their end laid.
She didn't look so odd now.