A Hero or A Zero
Chapter one: What?
Light.
Pain.
"Clo-"
Hands gripped my face, pain lancing through my skull.
"Yo, Clove-"
I grimaced as the name pushed into my thoughts and... and something pushed back.
It felt like being drunk... like an impulse but far worse, as if it had a will of its own, and strength far beyond any impulse.
I gasped, and felt my feet shifting backwards, carrying my god knows where.
There was just... so much pain.
Like its-
"Clove, what the hell is-"
"Shut up!" I growled.
Then... the pains gone.
As if it hadnt ever been.
I sigh and my eyes shoot open, but my body... is doesnt react to me, my legs are still moving and my thoughts are sluggish.
Still I register some of whats around me.
White hallways. Kids in unifrom, some staring at me kn concern. mayhe it was confusion. Also, were they young adults or teens? Red carpets and pictures and windows and, and, and...
I shake my head and my feet give way.
My thoughts arent even coherent, theyre jumbled and fuck me! What... who! Shit!
My hands fly out, on instinct, sensing the danger of falling theun sddenly something soft and warm fills my hands along with allowing me to catch my balance and keep from falling.
The silence is overwhelming.
Instinct flies over me, the age old fear of flight or fight.
Adrenaline.
Ive felt it before.
It rushes through me, and my eyes suddenly focus.
My thoughts align with the suddeness of a crashing car, amd my vision clears.
Theres... someone in front of me.
My hands are...
Heat rushes to my cheeks.
Oh shit.
I look up to see red eyes, blonde hair and a snarl that could kill a bear.
"I didnt-"
Wham!
Suddenly Im flying and-
Crack!
I bounce to the floor with a gasp, shaking my head and getting to my knees.
My hearts racig, and though my mind is screaming at me that there should be loads of pain...
There was hardly any.
But there was a wave of light rushing down my body.
What. The. Fuck.
I cough and shake my head, trying to think, trying to form any sort of understanding.
A hand wraps around the back of my shirt and lifts me.
Red eyes again.
"I'm gonna forgive that, if you say sorry kid."
I blink.
Brown bomber jacket. Yellow shirt. Red eyes. Yellow long hair. Cleavage.
I blink again.
"Three seconds." I see her fist raise and that age old instinct returns with enough power to force words from my mouth.
"Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!" I mutter, my hands leaping to hers in a vain attempt to pry them off.
No not hers... That's... there's no way!
Impossible, my brain screeches.
Who the fuck-Thoughts... but... not mine?
My heart races as the red eyed demon releases me.
"Good enough."
She strut away, and my eyes followed.
Red.
White.
Black.
Silver eyes lock onto mine.
A frown, one of such utter disappointment it shook my very core.
Impossible.
Thats fucking Ru-
Again wor- no, thoughts, that arent mine, and I panic, my minds immidiately flooding with memories from what I knew had happend before.
Bed time. Sleep in my bed after a few games of Overwatch and homework.
What the...
The four girls are gone moments later amd I shake.
Then three others are on me.
Two guys. A girl.
Each help me up without a second thought.
Each is asking questions.
There's concern.
But... its not towards me. I feel that much.
Its cause-
"Who the hell said that!" I gasp, throwing myself away from them and stumbling to look at these... these strangers with wide eyes.
They looked between eah other, each one obviously concerned.
"Uh, no one said anything Clove?"
I blinked, but hadn't they just been speaking?
No, asshole! You zoned out! and Who the fuck are you!
More thoughts.
I started breathing faster, my heart rate rising and my head spinning.
One thing for sure, my name was NOT Clove.
"Who the hell is Clove?" I asked, my eyes straining to somehow place the faces before me with recognition of any sort.
Maybe it was my roomates up to something.
Well paid cosplayers.
Maybe VR.
I grit my teeth as one of them spoke, "dude, are you okay?"
One of the guys, long green hair in a ponytail.
I wanted to say no, but... the way they looked at me, and the way there was a small crowd on either end of the hallway staring at me like a wild dog...
I grimaced and bit my cheek, trying beyond all else to control and calm myself.
I needed to think, to calmly plan and think-
Bathrooms down the hall, third door on the left... it felt like an exasperated sigh..
Oh thank god.
My feet reacted first and suddenly I was running, pushing past others and racing last white walls and windows and what looked like an overweight man with a ridiculous beard.
Port.
"Shut up!" I growled and whether or not anyone heard I didn't know or care.
I found the restroom and dashed inside.
It was plain and simple,. few stalls, two urinals and mirrors and sinks.
Heart racing I stumbled to the sink and my hand flipped it on instantly, cold water splashing into the porcelain before me.
I dunked my hands under it, and threw cold water into my face. Not spalshed.
LITERALLY, I just started heaving it to my face.
Dude what the fuck-
"Who the fuck are you!" I roared into the mirror and...
My eyes widen.
The body.
It's not mine.. Similar, but not... Dark hair. lighter skin, a lighter build- wait, my arms are bigger? Not by much, but bigger?
I have less stuble? But just as tall?
What the... this aint my body! Well kinda, but my hairs brown? Who the fuck are you!
"Me? Im Nate, dude who the hell are you!" I pointed to the mirror my eyes still wide.
Fucking, Clove you pompous dick bag!
I growled, but a presense in my head pushed back with its own anger, almost as hot as my own.
Almost.
"Who the hell is Clove!"
Me you asshole!
"Who are you and-"
Another wave of pain.
Two screams, one of my own and another that was in my head and was distinctly not my own.
Memories flooded through my mind... and from me...
Remnamt. Earth.
Grim. My cats and dog.
A boy and an abusive father. Another boy and his loving mother, but toxic friends.
Friends, two guys and a girl: Team CLVE. My best friends, and guy and girl. One with kids, another with a full time girlfriend.
Yang Xiao Long in this world, a bombshell in all sense of the word.
Yang Xaio Long as nothing more than fanart and animation in mine.
It was all real.
My eyes went wide.
MY WORLDS-
"Its all-"
FAKE! "Real?"
And...
Then the floor rushed up at me and there was darkness.
A/N
I feel like most OC fics are too calm. So I take this a bit more realistically as in, holy heck, I'm in a other world?! A fictional one at that!
My first real try at a RWBY fic, but an OC one. This isnt gonna be a crazy OP centric, OC fic. Trust me on that.
Big thing here is like the Darkest Knight I actually have a story and big moments already planned out. My Avengers fics didnt have that, so they died quick. This, I alreayd knkw the end middle and begining and the end goals and questions and themes. Its set and ready.
This will also be very similar to the Darkest Knight in similar style, and tone.
I'm gonna respect canon, as much as I can, but obviously things are gonna change and happen thanks to the OC's presence.
For those looking for the darkest Knight upload, it should happen this weekend. Ive had a bit lf a time rewirting slme parts after some plot changes.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed! Review and God Bless!
- Metal4k