AN: Yet another SI story by me. Anyone who follows my stories probably won't be surprised. This story came into being because I have read quite a few Planeswalker fics but none of them with a protagonist who focused primarily on Black Mana. Black is the "Evil" color in Magic: The Gathering and focusing primarily on that type of mana encourages selfishness taken to an extreme and a desire for ever greater power. I wanted to write a fic like this not only because I think Black is the coolest color to write about but also because it would be a challenge to make a true Black mage a character people would enjoy reading about and would even root for.

I have also rarely read any stories about Planeswalkers who are just beginning their journey. Most stories them begin with a character who already has a wide range of magics, powers and abilities. My character will begin inexperienced in magic and will not have all the right information. However that by no means should suggest to the reader that she is not dangerous right from the start.

No knowledge of MTG or Planeswalkers is required to enjoy this story and I'll do my best to explain everything in-story for those who may not know much about the setting. Planeswalkers essentially are powerful magical beings who can 'Walk' to an infinite number of different universes in the Multiverse. As such this story will have heavy elements of RWBY throughout but it will also explore a number of other settings. Yes, this IS a Multi-cross. However I will endeavor to make it a solid story with good characterization and character development as opposed to the senseless, convoluted messes that most Multi-cross stories tend to be.

It is my sincerest hope that you will give this story a chance and that you will come to enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed writing it.

So eithout further ado here is the first chapter. Enjoy.

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Chapter 1: Finally Freedom

One would imagine that something as improbable as a person travelling between the Planes would have something to show for it to mark such an impressive undertaking. A flash of light, a glowing portal, panicked screaming as reality was torn in ways that were utterly impossible and were never meant to be. In actuality however, for those few who can make such a journey the act itself occurs with nary a whisper and absolutely zero fanfare. In one instant there is nothing and in the next an incredible, nearly impossible being is occupying space in a new world.

Max had been held aloft as she'd Walked, so when she arrived on a new Plane she was some six feet in the air with her legs still kicking wildly. From as much as from the surprise as from the pain from what she had just escaped Max fell uncontrolled like a sack of grain and landed hard on her back, knocking the wind out of her. The woman stared up at the sky in disbelief from where she found herself, taking a few moments to process that she was no longer on that swamp planet where she had been well on her way to ending up with a fate far worse than death. The plan had actually worked. You know, eventually. Despite the risks and the uncertainty and the fear and the high chance of failure it had actually really worked!

Her success wasn't without consequence however, or without a price. As Max slowly turned over onto her stomach she cried out in pain through grit teeth. She had just been subjected to what had to be the mother of all tasers along with a thorough beating and now she was feeling all of the unpleasant side effects. Both her body and her rough, undyed clothes now turned to rags still smoked a little. She had just been lucky that… that... fucking evil asshole of a robot had just been trying to incapacitate her. And that he had been none the wiser to the things she had discovered she could do with her tainted blood before she made her desperate bid for freedom. Otherwise things would have definitely turned out much, much different.

Looks like luck was finally on my side for once. First time that's ever happened in over three years. Lady Luck, you bitch, you still owe me at least a few thousand good turns.

With a groan Max lifted her head off the cool ground she was laying on and looked around. It was night time and she was in an alley of some sort. It wasn't at all like the alleys she had become used in the last three years however. Instead of completely desolate and long abandoned it was surprisingly… clean. Almost shockingly so. At the end of the alley some distance away she could make out electric street lights.

Max's eyes widened to the size of saucers and her heart began to beat wildly in her chest. Nothing like this still existed in her world. There had been no electricity and certainly no one to clean streets since… it had happened. Honestly Max pretty much expected to end up back in her own thoroughly ravaged world. It was not a place she had wanted to go back to but it would have still been a million times better than what that fucking metal robot… thing had been doing to her.

Was all that bullshit it told me real then? Max thought as her eyes shot wildly around everywhere in wonder. I can really travel to an infinite number of worlds? Does that mean I'm really one of these 'Planeswalkers'?

Max started trying to gauge the odds that she was actually having some sort of hallucination when suddenly she heard a voice speak behind her.

"Well, what's this? A nice looking girl sprawled out all over our alley? You really picked the wrong place to take a nap in, lady."

The back of her neck prickled at the voice. Her instincts honed from years of survival instantly came to the fore. She knew that tone, she had encountered it often enough over the years. It was the tone of a scavenger, someone who thought she would be an easy mark that they could then pick clean for supplies. Max struggled to get to her feet but she was still so weak she barely got to her hands and knees, shaking life a leaf. She grit her teeth in frustration and tried to stand but her body still refused to cooperate.

"Come on, let's give her a hand up shall we?" That same voice said in a 'helpful' tone.

A man and a woman came up to either side of her, grabbed her under her arms and roughly yanked her to her feet. Max grit her teeth as her head spun from the sudden movement. The man and woman held on and turned her around until she was facing the one who had spoken... the one who was presumably their leader.

Max had been in disadvantaged situations with the imminent threat of violence more times than she cared to count and it never got any more pleasant. She kept quiet and bid her time. These things always tended to end the same. If it came down to it only one person would be walking away from this and Max would be damned if it was a couple of punks in an alley who did her in after all she had lived through.

In her world a situation like this meant she would have been in serious trouble. Now however she had a few more tricks up her sleeve than she did before.

The leader standing in front of her was a muscular scarred thug wearing an odd ensemble of leather and straps she'd never seen the likes of before. His skin was dark and it momentarily surprised her to see that he had green spiky hair. He looked a few years younger than her, maybe just out of his teen years. Green-hair slowly took out a knife and waved it menacingly in front of Max's face.

"Listen sugar-tits, if you want to pass through our alley you've got to give us something valuable, understand? Now play nice and cough up what you've got and you can be on your way."

Max frowned at him and used the time he was wasting to get her feet somewhat steady under her. If he was just here for a shakedown then maybe he would just walk away when he realized she didn't have anything. Though with her experience she doubted she was going to get that lucky. Besides she wasn't sure if she wanted him to just walk away.

Max had to swallow and try a few times before she could speak, her voice coming our hoarse and cracked. "Just look at what I'm wearing brain-trust. The only thing I've got left on me is my dignity."

The thug finally took the time to look at what she was wearing. Prime-137 had manufactured clothing that was only meant to keep her alive and it showed. She was wearing pants and a baggy shirt made out of undyed fabric created from some type of plant matter. After her last fight the clothes she was wearing were now soiled and torn and practically ruined. Max honestly didn't know how this idiot took one look at her and thought that she would have anything worth stealing.

Green-hair looked her over up and down, his face turning into a displeased scowl. "I see what you mean," he said before looking back up at her marble grey eyes and pointing the knife at her face. His lips spread into a taunting, cruel smile that showed he was missing a couple of teeth. "Well you better pray you can come up with something valuable for us otherwise pretty thing I'm going to have to take something else valuable from you… if you know what I mean." And presumably just so there wasn't any confusion as to what he meant he reached up and roughly grabbed one of her breasts through her ruined shirt.

Okay, Max thought with a pained grimace, I am so done. Fuck you, Lady Luck.

The would-be muggers must have sensed something from her because the leader in front of her widened his eyes and stepped back while the other two let go of her arms like they had been burnt. "Wha-?"

Max's eyes dilated and a blast of telekinetic force erupted from her, throwing her assailants back with violent force as if a gigantic hand had come down and swept through the alley. The female of the group hit her head against one of the walls of the alley hard, falling limp to the floor. The other man who had been holding her arm hit the side of a dumpster with a cry of pain, leaving his stunned. The green-haired leader was simply thrown more through the air, landing on the floor hard and sliding down the alley a good distance away.

Almost immediately Max clutched her head, barely managing to remain on her feet as a sudden spike a pain pierced through her skull. Shit! That technique that she had learned to use always hurt her head if she overused it and she had already been using it quite a bit before she had been able to 'Walk' away from her previous desperate fight with Prime-137. Now she felt like her skull was about to split open and her vision swam. So bad was the pain that she barely registered the panicked shouting in the alley.

"Semblance! Shit!"

Max looked up just in time to see green-hair aiming a gun at her. His previous cockiness had been replaced with fear and panic. Her condition was so bad that she could do nothing but stand there as he opened fire.

The shots echoed loudly in the alley. Green-hair fired six shots but only one actually managed to hit her. Max felt as if her strings had been cut as she fell to her knees clutching her stomach. No. Nonononononono. Slowly, as if in a trance she pulled away her hand from where it was covering her side and she looked at it. It was covered in blood. Blood. Her blood.

Even though she was shot, on the inside Max panicked for an entirely different reason.

The evil thing that had wiped out her entire world was now inside of her. Of that she had no doubt. It was in her blood. And now that her blood was spilt… it could begin to spread. Would begin to spread. Again. She couldn't watch another world die the same way again. Clutching her stomach, Max directed furious, hate-filled eyes at the man who had shot her. If she had to live through that again it would be his fault.

At seeing the look she was sending his way and at seeing that shooting her with every bullet in his gun had not put her down the green-haired thug turned and began to run for it. Max's mind coolly analyzed the situation. She needed to heal herself. And that man needed to die. Luckily she was pretty sure she could accomplish both at the same time.

Max began to pull on the power Prime-137 had called Mana, letting it's chill and icy touch begin to fill her and surround her. Though she had not yet been able to figure out how to do much with this power she did know a few things about it. It was hungry, it could supposedly do anything, and it was shockingly good at ending life.

Max could feel it as she pulled Mana through the void from that unnamed swamp world, a seemingly endless pool at her disposal from all the land she'd been forced to claim over a period of months. She let the energy, the magic, build until she had about five times more than what she expected to be enough. Then, acting on more instinct than actually knowing what she was doing, Max held her hand out towards the running thug, grabbed his life force, and pulled.

The running green-haired leader died instantly. In fact everything in the alley died instantly, the two other thugs, the rats, the insects and even all of the bacteria. Clumsily Max directed all of that life force towards herself jamming it into her wound and trying to force it to heal. Slowly, in spurts and starts, and with startling inefficiency, the bullet wound on her stomach began to heal.

Max bit her lip as her vision began to blur. She hadn't meant to kill everyone but she wasn't particularly sorry about it either. Max had been forced to kill before and that type of violence had, unfortunately, for years become just another reality of life. Though admittedly she was far more used to simply using guns rather than magic or… anything else.

Even though her body was now a great deal tougher than it had been not all that long ago, the events of the last few hours were finally catching up to her. Max collapsed on the floor and felt consciousness begin to slip away. She thought she heard some panicked screaming and someone yelling for the police. As the world went black Max could only hope and pray that nothing would either kill her or try to capture her again while she was out.