Outsider Stories: Remnant's Vengeance

AN: So first of all, I'd like to say thanks to Dis Lexic for giving me permission for the Outsider Concept, and thanks to you for reading this.

Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY or anything else besides Michael and this story.

Chapter 1: Origins

When I tried to be a hero, I ended up dying. It sucks, I'm not going to lie. So... might as well explain who exactly I am, and what happened. The name's Michael Galloway, and I have… well had a shitty life. It was all fine until my mom got cancer. Yeah… Let's uhh… moving on. So after she… passed, my dad just shut down. He ignored me after that, so I had to look out for myself. I admit that I did a few regrettable things growing up, but it taught me something important. The world didn't care about some lowly punk who lost one parent, and ignored by the other. It took a lot more to make a difference, so I tried. It ended up with me being shot.

So here's what happened: I was walking down the street, thankful for the small buzz I had. Suddenly, I heard a noise in the alley next to me. In my oh so infinite wisdom, I decided to investigate.

In front of me, I saw some guy threatening some girls with a knife. Shit… I can't just stand here doing nothing. Oh god I´m going to regret this. So I charged forward, barreling into the guy, knocking him and myself off our feet. I stared at the two girls and yelled "Run!" They shot off real quick, but that's where things started to go bad.

Since my attention was on the girls, I didn't notice the knife moving until it was too late. Ow…. that actually didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. I slowly got up, blood coming out of the knife wound way too fast. Looks like the guy nicked something bad. I looked to see the guy was very angry at me. Well fuck you buddy. If I'm going down, I'm taking you down with me.

"So what now?¨ I asked, despite knowing the answer. "Now I get some revenge on an arrogant little shit who got in the way." The guy spat out, before slashing at me. Oh crap. While I know my way around a fight, this is not going to end well. I dodged somehow, and threw a good old fashioned right hook. My fist made contact with his face thankfully, and he staggered away, dropping the knife.

Well isn't that lucky? I picked up the knife, and inspected it. It was a little sharp, but had definitely seen better days. What was I doing again? Oh right! Dealing with some asshole. Speaking of which, said asshole was charging at me again. Thinking fast and thanking somebody for those knife lessons, I quickly rammed the blade into the guy's gut, before ripping it out and slashing him twice across the chest. He didn't have time to react before I jammed the knife right into his chest, definitely hitting vital. He dropped like a sack of bricks, and I stood victorious. Yay for me.

That's when I heard "Freeze! Police! Hands in the air now!¨ I turned around, forgetting the knife in my hand. "Whoa hey officers! This is all just a misunderstanding-" I didn't get to finish my sentence; however, since the officer, who was a rookie, as I did know the senior cops, shot. Damn he was a rookie, because he shot me like seven times. I fell back, darkness slowly overtaking me, my last thoughts being 'So this is what I get for playing hero. Fuck.'

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