A/N: So...this is a story that I am working on...I hope that you all will do what THE A/N AT THE BOTTOM says. Have fun and here we go!

Lone WOLF

Chapter 1

Ozpin carefully choses people. He doesn't 'manipulate' per say the teams being formed. But...once every while...he does.

He stood at the cliff with Goodwitch and took a sip of his tea (A/N), looking at his scroll. Ruby and Weiss were fighting; an obvious outcome, and one which was inevitable. Yang and Blake were doing well together. Jaune was...hmm...maybe Goodwitch had a point. But Ozpin couldn't shake the feeling that Jaune was going to be used someday, and that he would become a great Hunter.

There was the group of Cardin's friends: They no doubt would be on a team. Ozpin just hoped over time that Cardin would lead his team down a good path.

Then he looked at the single pairs yet to be made. There was several, but mostly there was four students that caught his eye. He focused on one. The screen told him that she was there...but she wasn't. He frowned and took another sip of his tea.

"Glynda, could you please bring up Miss Wolf's application paper?" He asked.

Glynda nodded and brought it up, showing it to him.

"What is this for?" She asked. Ozpin just read over it and hmmed.

"Just as I thought. Could you bring up these three others also?" Glynda was now getting curious.

"Professor? What do these four people have that you are so interested in? I just don't see anything."

Ozpin smiled.

"That's my point exactly. I'll be heading back to Beacon; I'll still watch the students from there, but I have some research to do..."

He left a more-confused-than-ever Glynda and boarded the airship.

"AAAAHHHHHHHH! PY...NOT...ELIC! NOT!"

I turned to look at the sky, watching birds fly away from their perches. A Giant Nevermore flew by as well. I could have sworn I saw something white (maybe a person?) on it, but I shook it off. Nobody was that stupid...

I headed towards the direction of the screams. I burst into a clearing as I saw a bunch of people running away from a death stalker.

I sighed with visible relief and turned toward the relics. Now I don't have to...crap.

There was someone staring right at me. I closed my eyes, almost wishing that I had been imagining things. But when I opened my eyes again, I saw that I wasn't. I sighed again.

She was kind of short, but not too short. Her eyes were seemingly changing colors, so I have no clue what color they are. Her brown hair was to her shoulders. Her clothes were a green tie-die V-neck shirt and black capris.

I have no clue what to say to this person...I could start with my name...? Yeah, name is good.

"Hi...I'm Wolf. What's yours?"

She seemed to shake herself out of a stupor and said, "What?"

I internally groaned. People and me don't mix. Talking and me don't mix.

"Um...I asked your name." I said, probably not the nicest way possible either. She paid it no attention and smiled shyly.

"I'm Lorence, but you can call me Lorry!" She smiled, and something about her smile looked familiar...

I nodded and grabbed a bishop relic. "Want this one?"

She looked around and shrugged. "I don't really care much which one we chose, as long as we chose sometime."

I internally groaned again. Gosh, I should stop being such a prick... "Alright. Bishop it is!"

Just then we heard a shout and I turned toward it. If I had paid attention I would have figured out that it was a shout of warning...to duck.

I flew backwards and into a pedestal as someone crashed into me. I'm a little late in the 'duck' department. He quickly got up and offered me his hand. I ignored it and brushed myself off, before getting a good look at the guy who decided my face was a landing pad.

He was tall and looked so strong that a toothpick could win at arm wrestling with him. And he was pale. No, not like, I-stayed-inside-all-summer pale. Like, I-have-never-been-in-the-sun-ever-in-my-lifetime pale. His ears were pointy, like an elf's; but not as sharp. His hair was dark black He had a weird cloak thing with a high collar that was black with red hues. He also had a weird suit thing with dagger-sheaths on each side of his hips. He smiled, and I could swear I saw fangs. I backed up slowly.

He chuckled and held out his pale hand. "The name's Flyder. Sorry for bumping into you."

I glared. "'Bumped'? No...more like...smashed me into the ground. Yeah, that's better."

He winced at my tone, but he grabbed a relic. "Oooh! A tall one! Nice and strapping, are we?" He laughed (which sounded kind of psychotic) and slipped it into his suits pocket.

I then heard a familiar sound. I frowned. "What is that sound doing...

A big kid came through the brush and smiled, his broken teeth showing. He had a face that was pretty...scary to look at if you didn't have the knowledge I did about him.

"...Here?"

The big man smiled. "Flyder! I got you here, just like I said I could!"

Flyder nodded, his face going even more pale. (if that's even possible.) "Yes...you did. Maybe next time, Otto, you could be more...gentle?"

Otto's smile widened. "Otto can be gentle! Gentle is good! People like gentle...well, most people. Grimm don't like gentle. They like violence...so I give them violence!" He patted his chain-gun he was holding.

Flyder smiled faintly. "Yes...that's good..." Then he looked behind Otto and shouted, "I hope you can use that thing, because we got a Giant Ursa coming right at us!" We all looked at the big beast and drew our weapons. I looked at Lorry.

"Distract it, but don't get too close." She nodded and ran toward it.

I looked at Flyder. "I know you hated getting thrown or whatever by...uh, the big guy..."

"Otto." He put in. I nodded my thanks.

"You are going to have to do it again. Launch yourself right at its head; but attack the back part." Flyder groaned and walked over to Otto, muttering something about life and all. I ignored him.

"And Otto...as soon as you throw him, start shooting him with your chain gun. I'll be providing cover shots with my sniper-rifle. Go!" Otto picked up Flyder and threw him (a nice throw, too) at the Ursa. I rushed over to a tree and quickly scaled it. I pulled my rifle from its sling on my shoulder and crouched, aiming toward the Ursa. I fired two rounds; one in each eye. Flyder went crazy with his daggers, and he stabbed all over its neck. He even...uh...what was he again...? A bat Faunus? I could smell it on him...jeesh. Yeah. He was...drinking...with fangs...remind me to get garlic later...and a cross...and salt. Wait, I don't know if salt would work. I heard a shout of pain, and Lorry was thrown to the side by the Ursa's claws. When she landed, she disappeared. Maybe she had the same semblance as me? That would be cool. I wonder if she could see me then? Huh. I shrugged off these thoughts and continued firing. The Ursa was bleeding from cuts on its neck, and I figured that part was weak.

I yelled, "Otto! Aim for the neck!" He nodded and switched to the neck. Flyder jumped off the Ursa and into a roll. He switched his daggers into boomerangs and threw them at the Ursa. They stuck in the back of the neck. It growled and fell to the ground. I rushed forward and drew my knife from my boot. The blade sunk deep into the Ursa's neck, and it finally stopped struggling.

We all collapsed to the ground as we heard loud succession of shots; one after the other. I looked over and saw the body of a nevermore fall into a chasm. A red-clad figure stood at the top of the cliff, holding a...scythe?

I whistled. "Wow...that took skills."

Flyder snorted. "And what did we use to kill this thing?" I smiled.

"Luck...pure luck."

And, as Luck would have it, I got stuck with Flyder, Lorry, and Otto for four years. I stood on the stage and heard my name called for leader. I looked up surprisingly.

Me? Leader? Well...I guess I should have seen it coming...

My team was named WOLF after all..

A/N: So...yeah. This is my story! Yay!

A/N : I say tea...it might be coffee, but meh. I think tea would fit him better. :P

I need help coming up with a WEC (weapon equivalent change) for Otto and Wolf. Lorry needs both. I have NO CLUE what her weapon should be. Flyder's daggers change into boomerangs, so he's good. I also need help coming up with names for their weapons. I shall be working on this end, but I hope that you people work on your side as well. If you have an idea, put it in your review! If you already reviewed, then PM me. I would LOVE to have your ideas! If it's good, you bet I shall use it! (though disclaimer :I reserve the right to refuse names from anyone for anything. I also reserve the right to give you...virtual brownies if you have something that I can use.) yeah...I hope to hear from you all! Thanks a bunches of roses!

Peace! Jackie out!