Hey guys I just want to apologize for my super lack of uploads or updates sorry this isn't youtube but anyway I just wanted to say I'm sorry a lot of stuff came up when I was writing the next chapter of A Beast Am I and once it was all done with I just couldn't find the motivation to keep going I was mostly stuck reading fanfics more than I was writing. Anyway enough of that I am working on A Beast Am I and Musical RWBY though those will be slow going as I am now working on my heh third fic I will try to make sure those are at least updated sometime this month and then hopefully it'll go back to normal. Anyway thank you for sticking with my fics if you did like them it means a lot to me anyway enjoy this one one :D
Chapter 1: The Offer
"So...where are we going?" Looking at the men walking beside him hoping for at least some kind of response he was met with none as he sighed softly, "So I take it you're not going to tell me?" One of the men grumbled and shoved him forward to keep him moving and more than likely a subtle threat if he didn't quit talking. Ignoring the threat he paused for a second letting out a surprised gasp before bounding up to the man ahead of him, "Is it a surprise?!" Well he got his response as the man turned and delivered a swift punch straight into his stomach causing him to gasp out as the air left his lungs. "Why can't you damn mutts just shut your traps!" He coughed looking up at the man smirking a bit, "Where would the fun in that be?" His head jerked to the side feeling pain shoot up his jaw as a throbbing pain began to radiate through his head as he let out a soft groan, "Stupid animals..." The man turned and walked ahead yanking on a chain connected to the metal cuffs on his hands forcing him forward as he could only comply as he wondered once again for the fifth time that night how he had ended up in this situation, his wolf ears twitched slightly as he sighed. Oh...that's how.
Walking in silence once again Michael could only reflect on what happened not even an hour ago. Some strange man in a white suit and with bright orange hair somebody called Roman or something like that he didn't really pay attention to the small details, this guy had wanted him to join the White Fang, now he wasn't stupid he knew all the bad press that the White Fang got and he got enough flak just for being a Faunus, to even consider joining the White Fang would just paint a giant target on his back for society to take aim at, so what did he do? He laughed at him. Only when Roman slammed his fist into the table in anger demanding an answer did he explain to him that he wasn't stupid enough to join a terrorist organization that has so much publicity for being one just to end up as a target for the enemies of the White Fang, even with his explanation Roman didn't seem to pleased with his answer and gave him a few hours for a grace period to think it over and 'reconsider'. Even with the grace period his answer was still a firm, hell no, as he put it which only seemed to rekindle Roman's anger having his White Fang goon's slap a pair of metal cuffs onto his wrists and drag him to who knows where which led him to his current situation. He sighed heavily again tired of being dragged around the large facility he was in, he started to wonder if they planned on killing him they would obviously have to he knew where they were located and could easily turn them in, looking around peeking into the rooms he passed he managed to see a few White Fang members prepping a large amount of automatic weapons, explosives and the like enough weaponry like that to mount a small-scale war. Hmm. He passed another room with large crates filled with what had to be Dust from the large Schnee logo on the metal containers to another room that seemed to be a small war room complete with maps hanging from walls and laid out on tables with locations circled and positions marked. A firm shove sent him on his path again when he dawdled to far behind making him smirk just slightly, all this dirt was gold and he knew exactly where to cash in too once he got out of here all he needed to do was get these cuffs off and he would be in the clear.
Walking out of the door located at the front of the facility he felt a rush of cool wind chill his skin as the light of the shattered moon shined down on them flooding the large field in front of them in a pale white light, "Feels good to be out of that stuffy building eh?' A low growl and a firm pull on his chain was his only response as they walked out towards the center of the field where a couple more White Fang members waited. Not long after seeing them he heard a low whirr of a large engine causing him to look up seeing the large metal Bullhead slowly lowering itself to the ground as he took a step back bumping into the man behind him as he swallowed hard, "Whoa guys I hope you don't expect me to get in there..." The plane landed with only the whirr of the engines as it slowly whined down the back of the plane opening up showing a row of seats with a lone metal case on one of the seats as the guy holding the chain turned to him smirking, "What are you scared of flying?" This caused the group of men to laugh loudly as Michael rolled his eyes, "No you morons I get motion sickness and it affects me in really weird ways." The man behind him spoke up a smirk clear on his lips from the way he spoke, "Oh yeah like how?" Michael lowered his head a smirk on his lips as he sighed softly, "Well basically..." He mumbled the rest of his words causing the man behind him to lean forward, "What was that?" Michael smirked and looked up, "I said it affects me like this!" He threw his head back slamming it into the mans nose before stomping as hard as he could on his foot.
He heard the heavy thud of the man falling onto the ground, "You bastard!" He turned his attention to the one who held his escape seeing him pull out a bright red sword and start to swing at him as Michael tried his best to dodge the swings taking small nicks on his clothes as he felt the chain pull taut. He looked up to see the man grin at him as he began to wrap the chain around his arm and stalk closer the sword raised in the air before being brought down on him, his only defense was throwing his arms up to defend himself and that's when he heard the soft thud hitting the ground. He looked down and saw the metal cuffs glinting in the grass as he smirked looking up at the man with the sword, "Well thank you so kindly for that." The sleeves of his shirt began to smoke and small burn marks began to appear as the cloth slowly burned away revealing his arms covered in bright blue glyphs covering his arm from his shoulder down to his hands with electricity seeming to run across his arms, "Now how about I repay you?" The man seemed stunned at the marks on Michael's arms leaving him open as he rushed the man catching him by surprised when he came to, grabbing him by the collar of his uniform and bringing him down as he slammed his head into the mans before throwing his fist into his gut making him double over and bringing his knee to meet his nose with a loud crack. When he collapsed Michael sighed rubbing his head which began to throb slightly as he tried to shake the dull ache away a loud bang brought him back as the dirt in front of him was kicked up from something. He turned to see the other guards taking aim at him with their weapons as he gulped slightly as they all opened fire on him at the same time forcing him to throw his arms up as he felt his aura rush through his body and into his hands as the bullets were reflected off his aura.
Smirking he looked over the men as they stopped firing seeing it was just a waste of ammo, "You guys know that's not fair." He dropped his arms as the glyphs began to grow brighter on his arm as he turned his palms towards the sky slowly lifting them from his side, "You gotta pay for cheating like that." Throwing his arms up the glow faded only to be replaced by bright circles appearing under the group of men before four large pillars of blue light tore through the ground taking out the group taking aim at him, he dropped his arms panting slightly he never got used to doing that and it always took so much out of him. Hearing the low hum of the Bullheads engines starting up again he groaned forcing himself to run through the back and grab the metal case before jumping out as it began to take off, he wasn't to worried about the Bullhead it was just pilots not anything to worry about, he heard a soft groan and looked down seeing one of the White Fang members coming to, "I'd stay down if I were you." Kneeling down he flipped open the case and sighed seeing that it was in fact his weapons, he would have been worried if he had assumed wrong. He picked up a pair of metal gauntlets that ended in sharp clawed fingers with short spikes coming from where his knuckles would rest, slipping them over his hand he felt his skin prickle from the cool metal resting on his arms, it was such a familiar and welcome feeling. He clenched his fists as the metal seemed to shrink forming to his hand so they wouldn't come off during combat, once they were snug on his hand his glyphs began to glow brighter as he felt a rush of energy come through his body as he scoffed slightly feeling the adrenaline rush course through him. These weapons were meant to amplify his aura and since he had a lot of it he could always feel when it was doing its job, not only that he had modified them just enough to get an extra kick out of them meaning when he was in the midst of combat the more he used his aura it would build up a sort of charge and through his aura he would be able to force it to manifest in a sort of lightning strike so it made sense when he named them the Lightning Bringers.
He pulled out the bottom of the case and saw his other weapons, two large bowie knifes though they looked almost like smaller versions of swords with how large they were. He lifted them up and snapped them forward holding onto the handle as the weapons shifted into two handguns as he turned and examined them making sure they were still properly working, these used standard ammunition as well as Dust and his own aura anything he had on him at the time, if he ran out of ammo all it too was a flip of a switch to change to the aura converter which like it sounded pulled aura from his body and converted into physical ammunition it didn't deal a lot of damage but it helped in a pinch. He snapped the handles again as they shifted back into knives as he attached them to the sheathes on his belt with the two weapons, Roaring Thunder, pulling on his belt he strangely felt whole again, closing the metal case he stood with it just as the White Fang member began to stand on shaky legs causing him to sigh, "I told you to stay down." He swung the metal case with such a force that the sharp crack echoed through the forest around them as the grunt landed face down on the ground. Michael turned and looked around him surprisingly the alarm hadn't sounded yet it wasn't like he was exactly quiet he felt uneasy all of sudden. Why are they just letting me go? He frowned a bit before shaking his head and facing the more serious problem, one that garnered more attention than whatever the White Fangs plans with him were for now something that would take everything he knew just to get through. "How the hell do I get back to town."
That's the first chapter guys and is it just me or does that word look...i don't know wrong it's offer you know like from the godfather but it just looks so weird to me anyway like I promised I will try to keep A Beast Am I and Musical RWBY fairly updated expect updates for those sometime this month I won't promise a specific date because hell if I know, you know? Anyway if you liked this; like, comment, follow do all that good stuff and I will make sure you don't regret it see you guys later.