Writing Prompt : Replace all characters in a scene in any other game/anime/movie with RWBY characters.

"Tell them I'm in pursuit."

Jaune crashed through the window of his apartment, his shield protecting him from the worst of the glass as he flew through the gap between the buildings and into the office building. He landed, rolling to keep his momentum and then he was moving once more. Director Qrows shooter was fast, Jaune could tell that from the brief glances he caught of the figure through the skylight.

But he was Captain Vale, it wasn't arrogance, it was a fact. They wouldn't outrun him. The shooter veered off to the right and Jaune mirrored, cutting off his view. He knew this area, it might look different from his time before the ice but the streets were the same. There was only a few smart places a shooter would escape to. Calculating quickly he darted down a hallway, nimbly darting off the wall and over a table in the process. The next turn was too tight, so he slammed into it with his shield bouncing off and away.

His recklessness served him well and at the end of the hallway he saw the figure drop into view onto the building in front of him. Adrenaline surged and Jaune launched himself through the glass for what would hopefully be the final time that day. He landed and in one movement through his shield as hard as he could at the fleeing attacker.

Thunk

The sound of metal against metal clashed in the air as the shooter now stood facing him, a singular arm outstretched where it had caught the shield. For a moment, Jaune stood too shocked too move. His eyes locked with the woman, her blood red hair ragged and dull. A mask obscured the lower half of her face and her eyes were cold and unflinching. And the shield was thrown back at him, so hard that when he caught it, Jaune felt himself skid back across the rooftop.

By the time he looked up again, she was gone.

Thump

The familiar sound of fist meeting flesh rang in Jaunes ears as the man knocked Jaune to the floor once more. Blinking back stars, he stumbled back to his feet, drawing himself up to his full height, which reached roughly the man's shoulders. The man didn't care about the size difference and Jaune supposed it was too late to complain about it now. The arrogant thug had to be taught that he couldn't just do what he wanted and that he should show some damn respect.

Thump

Yeah, good job Jaune he thought to himself as he hit concrete again. You're really teaching him a lessen.

This time when he staggered to his feet, his lip bleeding the man looking more amused than anything. Maybe he was giving Jaune an out or maybe he just wanted to play around a little, but either way he didn't strike Jaune immediately like he had the countless times before.

"You just don't know when to give up, do ya?"

Jaune wheezed out a grin.

"I could do this all day."

Jaune took his chance for a punch of his own. He wasn't really sure what he was expecting but the man caught it almost lazily on his arm before knocking him down with ease once more. Landing in the garbage, he groaned before hearing a familiar voice say firmly.

"I think you should leave him alone."

Jaune heard the man swing at the new arrival but didn't hear a connection. A moment later, he cried out and with what sound like a kick, he was scampering away. Footsteps drew closer and Jaunes vision finally cleared enough for him to see concerned green eyes and an exasperated sigh.

"What?" he grinned. "I had him on the ropes."

"Clearly,"Pyrrha said helping him to his feet. She looked like she wanted to say something more, like she always did when she found him like this. Instead she just shook her head. "Come on Jaune, lets get you cleaned up."

"Why?" he asked curiously. "We going somewhere?"

Pyrrha nodded a twinkle of wonderment in her eyes as this brief unpleasantness vanished into a bitter memory. Reaching into uniform she took out a newspaper and handed it to him. The words, Rose Expo accompanied a picture that just confused Jaune the more he looked at it.

"The future."

"Most of the intelligence communities don't believe she exists. The ones who do call her the Fallen Soldier. She is credited with over two dozens assassinations in the last 50 years."

"So she's a ghost story.

"Five years ago I was escorting a nuclear engineer out of Iran, somebody shot at my tires near Odessa. We lost control, went straight over a cliff, I pulled us out, but the Winter Soldier was there. I was covering my engineer, so he shot him straight through me. A Soviet slug, no rifling. " Weiss smirked. "Bye bye bikinis."

The attempt at levity helped and Jaune smiled despite himself."

"Yeah I bet you look awful now."

"Going after her is a dead end," Weiss said, as she held up the missing thumb drive. "Like you said, she's a ghost story.

Jaune fought his way through the train, dispatching the soldiers with practised ease. It still amazed him, the strength that coursed through his veins, the speed in which he could move and the way his body sometimes moved without him thinking now. Everything he used to be, the scrawny boy, was enhanced beyond anything he could have imagined.

Plus he got this rad shield now.

His grin vanished as he heard gunfire down the end of the corridor. He sprinted towards it, his heart in stomach. Thankfully he wasn't too late, though Pyrrha was pinned down. She noticed him appear and they nodded silently at each other, the plan passing though each other seamlessly.

With a grunt of effort, Jaune slammed his shield into a large suitcase that flew at the solider pinning Pyrrha down. He dodged easily to the side letting out a laugh of triumph. That laugh died as he noticed right into Pyrrha's path. He hit the ground a moment later.

Taking a moment in the eye of the storm, the two friends grinned at each other. Jaune felt fine but he noticed Pyrrha was panting. It was strange how quickly their roles had reverse. Pyrrha noticed him staring and as though reading his thoughts grinned.

"I had him on the ropes."

"Clearly."

Then he felt his hairs stand on end and without thinking he jumped forward in front of Pyrrha. Thankfully he had the sense to hold his shield to take the hit but still he went flying to the side, as the laser bolt was deflected and blew a hole in the train.

"Jaune!"

Groaning, Jaune looked up to see Pyrrha had picked up his shield, holding it in front of her as she advanced on their attacked. He raised his hands but it was too late as the bolt of energy once against fired at the shield. He yelled out in anguish as he saw Pyrrha bounce towards the hole. Jumping to his feat, he picked up the shield and threw it harder than he ever had before into the chest of the attacker and they went down hard.

Not bothering to pick it back up, he ran over to the hole and looked out. Amazingly, Pyrrha had managed to catch herself on the bar on the wreckage and she dangled perilously over the ravine. He yelled for her to grab his hand. He reached out for her and for a moment their hands brushed against each other.

And then the bar snapped and Pyrrha's cry of terror was snatched away on the wind as she vanished into the abyss. It was a cry that would haunt his dreams for years to come.

The Fallen soldier was strong. It wasn't just the arm, though Jaune was trying his best to avoid that contraption. No the woman's strength was beyond human. If he didn't know better... no he was the only successful use of the serum. There had to be an explanation.

Before he knew what had happened, the soldier had grabbed his shield and twisted, spinning him backwards and taking hold the shield. She wasn't just strong, she was trained too, and it was taking everything in his power to keep up with her. Her fist shot out and struck him in the chest and he was knocked backwards on the highway looking up to see cold green eyes staring at him as she levelled his shield at him.

Jaune took the moment to collect himself, then shot towards her just as she threw the shield. He pivoted and spun to avoid it, and he caught a glimpse of it embed in a car nearby. Then they together, dancing, blocking, dodging and striking all to avoid the knife he hadn't even see her draw.

Her metal arm was too strong to catch fully, but he quickly found that any miss left her off balance for the briefest of flashes. He baited her, catching her flesh and knocking it aside. The metal arm came in for a strike to cover the opening and he span round him, suddenly behind her. He reached back grasping at her face and slipped her backwards over himself.

She landed several meters away, her mask spinning to the side uselessly. She rolled twice before catching herself and glared up at him with fury on her face. And that was when his heart stopped.

"Pyrrha..." he said as he stared into the eyes of his long dead friend and she stared back.

"Who the hell's Pyrrha?" she said coldly and started towards him.

Jaune didn't move, frozen in place as she advanced towards him. It couldn't be, she was dead. He had watched her die. She was halfway towards him when their was a laugh from the sky and Nora slammed into her. Pyrrha crashed into the hood of a car and was back on her feet in a moment, a gun in hand and pointed at him. Still he hadn't moved.

Then her eyes widened in shock and she dived to the side as the car exploded. Jaune whirled round to find Weiss, holding a grenade launcher. She was battered and bleeding, requiring a side of a truck to stay standing but she was alive. Jaune turned back looking for any sign of Pyrrha.

She was already gone.

Arthur Watts walked calmly into the room, darkened room, flanked by his guards. He paid them no heed and although he took the entire room in at a glance, didn't react at all. Five armed grunts stood aiming their weapons at his soldier, scuttled off to the side scientists and doctors cowered and there was a blood stain on the floor. The one that meant he need be summoned. He ignored it all, his gaze only for his Soldier.

"Mission report!" he ordered her.

She didn't answer, just staring blankly at him. Blank was good normally. It was what they wanted from her, no thought only obedience. A gun didn't need to think. He looked more closely at her emerald eyes. She wasn't blank, she was merely focused on something not in the room.

"Mission report now."

Once again she said nothing. He took in the rest of her, considering if an injury had caused this behaviour. Shirtless as she was, the bruises and scars were easy to spot on her muscled form. The fresh ones shone out and at her shoulder, he could where the metal fused to flesh. Only tight bindings hid anything from him and those were more for the others benefits than hers. What need did she have for modesty?

He struck her, suddenly and viciously, whipping her head to the side. He couldn't help the smile, no one else on earth could do that to her. When she turned back to him, her gaze had refocused, though still she seemed to be reaching out for something.

"The man on the bridge," she said, as though this detail was a puzzle she couldn't solve. "Who was he?"

He sighed. Well injury had always been a long shot. They had considered the risks and deemed it necessary. Besides they had ways of handling troublesome thoughts. He decided for now to simply ignore the question. They needed her to be as fit as possible for the next mission.

"Society stands on the edge of order and chaos," he said with a smile. "Tomorrow we give it a push. But if you don't do your part... I can't do mind."

Conditioning and treatments worked through her head, as plain as gears on a clock. He smiled, thinking that this brief lapse had been remedied. Then her brow furrowed and when she spoke next she sounded like a whining child.

"But I knew him."

Sighing, Watts turned away from his soldier. Well let no one say he hadn't tried.

"Wipe her and start over," he said causally to the hesitant scientists.

Despite their fear they obeyed without pause. The Soldier could only kill them after all. Watts watched with interest as they pushed her back in the chair and strapped her arms down. Her mouth opened willingly to accept the mouth guard even though she seemed to no what was coming. They could wipe many things, but the body remembered pain.

The head piece came down, sparking as it did. No one looked at the soldier, no one brave enough to meet her gaze save Watts. After all it was rare he had time to see the reconditioning up close anymore. It pushed against the soldiers skull, covering an eye but leaving one clear before activating. The Soldiers screamed in agony, and only then did Watts turn to leave.

Tomorrow was going to be a big day.

"She looked right at me," Jaune said. "She didn't even recognise me."

He didn't know what he was feeling right now. Nothing made sense anymore. He'd seen her. Seen Pyrrha after all this time. He'd mourned her. He had accepted her death and his failure to save her. He had moved on but he had never forgotten her.

And now she was alive again.

"How is it even possible," Nora asked, fidgeting with her restraints. "It was like a hundred years ago."

He didn't bother to correct her.

"Merlot," he said. "Pyrrha's unit got captured and he experimented on her. Whatever he did must have helped her survived the Fall. Then he probably-"

"None of that is your fault Jaune," Weiss said.

Unlike Nora she wasn't bothering with the restraints. If there was a way out she would have done it by now. Jaune looked away from her, anger grief, hope and helplessness coursing through him all at once.

"Even when I had nothing I had Pyrrha," he said, not quite sure who he was talking too.

"I looked for you after the service," Pyrrha said softly. "My parents wanted to give you a ride."

"I know and thank you,"he said before sighing. "I just kinda wanted to be on my own."

They walked up the steps to his home, his empty home. Pyrrha's presence was comforting but in a way just showed how alone he really was now. There was just him now. The last of the Arcs. He looked back and noticed Pyrrha hesitating.

"I was wondering-"

"I know what you're going to say Pyr." He reached the door and starting looking for his key in his pockets. First his jacket, then his trousers. So many pockets, had he even picked it up this morning? Maybe with everything else he had-

There was the scuffle of a rock and he turned to see Pyrrha bending down to pick up the spare key his mom had always kept. He managed a small smile of gratitude as he took it from her.

"Thanks Pyr," he said as he turned the key in his hands. "But I can get by on my own."

"I know that Jaune," she replied sadly. "But the thing is, you don't have to."

Suddenly she closed the gap between them, clutching him in a tight hug. Grief welled up in him and he could tell from her shaking, it was just the same for her.

"I'm with you till the end of the line."

The weight of the metal bore down on her pinning her to the glass as airship exploded around her. She pushed vainly against it, but it was too big. Perhaps it didn't matter. The mission had failed after all. Perhaps here it would end. At least then she would be free of the torment that raged in her head.

And then suddenly he was there. The Captain. She didn't know why he was here, instead of escaping. She didn't know how he was even standing after the bullets she had put into him. Yet here he stood, grasping at the metal and trying to pull it free from her.

Together they were able to heave the metal up enough for her to wriggle loose and use her arm to pull herself free. The Captain let the debris drop with a loud clang and gasped from the effort. For a moment they stared at each other, both trying to recover what little energy they could.

"You know me," he said gently but firmly.

Images flashed through her head but she pushed them back. It was too much, and they only brought her suffering. Anger, pain and confusion battered her from all sides and she lashed out at the man, knocking him to the ground. It was a clumsy strike and she hadn't expected it too hit him.

"No I don't," she yelled.

He got back up panting as she the airship started to fall.

"Pyrrha. You've known me you're entire life."

The name struck her like a train despite how softly he said it. For a moment she was frozen and then she pushed back at it and the man who was doing this to her.

"You're name is Pyrrha Nikos."

"Shut up!" she roared and pushed him away.

The pain and injuries was starting to get to him. He stood woozily, swaying in an effort to remain standing.

"I'm not going to fight you Pyrrha," he said and let the shield fall from him grip vanished out the hole in the ship and spinning out into the sky. "You're my friend."

With the shield gone there was nothing to hold her back and threw herself at him. She hit him with all her weight, as if that could push away the feelings that cried at the edges of her mind. They pleaded with her to stop and to listen even as she desperately tried to ignore them.

"You're my mission," she screamed.

She wanted him to fight. She needed him to fight back. It would be easier if he would but he just refused. Even as she slammed her metal arm into his head again and again, he just let it happened. Dazed and bleeding, he just stared up at her, her hand raised in a fist that would end it all. If she could just do that her suffering would stop. Watts would be able to fix her.

"Then finish it ," Jaune said to her. "Cause I'm with you till the end of the line."

From the outskirts of her mind, a memory pierced past her head and embedded it into her heart. She froze, power gone from her strike as remember a girl dancing with a boy. She remembered a girl and a boy sparring together. She remembered the boy who would never back down from what was right, no matter how hard he was hit.

She barely felt the floor give way. She didn't even notice that she had reached out and caught herself on a sturdier bit of metal. All her focus was transfixed on the man falling into the water below. The memories were fading but the feelings remained, rigid and unmoving. She watched Jaune hit the water and begin to sink.

Pyrrha Nikos let go off the ship and dove after him.