Well, this is a thing now; the re-written story of A Wanted Rose. This will be epic, this will be the same story you loved...just a little bit more- or less- added in- or taken away, respectively. I hope you all enjoy; I know you've all bee waiting a while for this. So HERE IT IS!

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A little girl in a red cloak was all that could be seen in the pitch black of night; the red barely distinguishable form the darkness that practically cloaked her, as if shielding her from some evil or another. Darkness was no such evil as it was necessary. There was no such thing as a necessary evil, only necessary...and evil.

Tonight however the girl shrouded by darkness was, in fact, seen as evil- blight, a monster, something to scoff at then walk away once you had been done ridiculing it. Darkness was never truly held back by light, as was the now same as the girl slowly walked her way through the fear-inducing streets of Vale City.

Then the girl vanished, nothing eleft behind but a small storm of red petals, slowly dissipating from view forever.

Thrown out at birth, Ruby Rose had it harder than any Faunus. Having to defend herself from humans and other Faunus alike, she grew up in a harsh world filed with harsher truths; adapt or die, and she had adapted...though maybe not the right adaptation.

Currently, she was wanted for crimes that would make Roman Torchwick himself spit coffe all over the place at what they accused her of. She was accused of numerous accounts of murder, assault, burglary, pick pocketing, stealing from Schnee Dust Company trains, armed robbery, vandalism, and a number of other crimes.

All of these, of course, were false allegations. But people either didn't care to look into it or never bothered, seeing as she was a wolf Faunus after all. She never knew why Faunus hated her as well, though she had heard one Faunus while they beat her until she started to bleed out from her injuries at the age of seven that wolf Faunus were the lowest of them all. Ruby then began to hate the world and everyone in it, and so went to the White fang, hearing of their involvement in some Faunus Rights protests, claiming they were seeking equality for all Faunus. Of course, she was naive back then and figured they meant her kind as well, and so went to them to try and help any way she could.

She was battered, stabbed, slashed, burnt, had her ribs broken and thrown out of the place until she almost died; again.

When she was nine she made her sniper scythe, Crescent Rose. Made completely out of junk she found at scrap-yards and inside rubbish bins, Ruby had created the deadliest weapon known to man and Faunus kind alike.

She had become a stuttering, gibbering, frightened mess at the tender age of five. She'd found herself in a situation which would be better not to be repeated, and it broke her, shattered her mind and fragmented the shattered pieces to something completely devoid of innocence and childish glee. She was broken, like the moon she proposed, and decided that if she couldn't beat them as they did her, then she'd simply let it happen and hope for a quick death.

Currently the little broken girl was walking towards a certain goal of reaching a certain temple in the middle of a certain Snowy Forest, headed towards the pit of beowolves she knew she would have to fight. Walking through the trees was not a problem, neither was her upcoming fight with the creatures of Grimm; it was the fact that these creatures would usually howl and growl really loud and it would surely attract Hunter attention if she were not careful to dispatch them quickly.

She arrived, and as usual, they were there; in fact she'd find it odd if they weren't there. It would start off as just three of them, and then there would be five, seven, and ten. It would then multiply to the twenties, then the fifties, and finally into the two hundred range. She never had a problem with dealing with them and it usually took no sooner than five minutes, and never took a hit while she sprayed the fluffy white snow with red blood that would just-as soon dissipate into nothing but vanishing petals.

She did her usual waiting. She would do this every time; lure the Grimm into her and disappear at the last possible second, arrive above them and shoot them dead before the even spotted her. After this she would land in a roll and shoot off three more, switching her scythe into its full glory and sniping off eleven more, before slicing two into ribbons and another three into shreds. After this Ruby would use her recoil from the gun to shoot herself up into the air, kill three Grimm that would pursue her into the air, block a forth one and then come to a screeching halt, using her scythe to slow her backwards sliding from the blow.

Occasionally after that she would go into a full on death dance of murder, slicing full beowolves into two and three, quartering some and even turning others to sludge. After it all, she would continue to the small temple of which she made her new home.

She did do all of this, and on the way to returning to her 'home' she caught an unfamiliar whiff of an unmistakeable scent of human. That was later proven to be true as she hid in the forest brush that surrounded her 'home' and waited for the human to pass. That was when she caught the unmistakeable scent of Grimm as well, and immediately went into full on protective mode. Even though humans hated her, and she only saw the grey of the world; the fact that even if she was hated, people still needed protecting. She would still protect those that needed it. It was this childish naivety that had gotten her in this mess in the first place.

That was when she saw a mass of platinum blond and what seemed to be a riding crop run away from three Ursa. If Ruby didn't help this auspiciously clothed woman then she would find the blood of an innocent on her hands; metaphorically, of course. without a second thought, when the woman ran out of breath and fell flat on her face, raising a glyph above her head to stop one of the Ursa's attacks, Ruby jumped in without thinking for her own safety and sliced the beast in two as she expertly spun the scythe around her and pirouetted to the side of an attack from the second Ursa, only to slice its legs in two and turn to the third one, to see it gone from her vision.

'It couldn't be Reaper, here of all places! Red cloak, wolf ears...scythe.' the woman on the floor had gotten up, only to see the fugitive who had saved her slice the second beast in two, but not before slicing its legs off. There was something behind the girl though, and she shouted for her to look out behind her.

"Behind you!" she screamed, but it was too late. That is, if it were anyone else. Reaper just turned into a cloud of petals and appeared behind the beast. Without a second thought, she raised her hands that grasped the scythe and spun it in front of her, catching the beasts arms first, then head and finally the rest of its body, pulverizing it.

After all was said and done, Ruby turned on her heels and began to walk, before a commanding voice stopped her dead in her tracks. She couldn't hear well, due to the euphoria of killing having not worn off yet, but she knew well to stand at attention and turn to face the woman. She expected some sort of berating or beating; possibly both.

"Don't move!" the woman said, and before Ruby could actually think of moving, she felt a slight stinging sensation and a sound of something buzzing. Her silver eyes widened in fear; had she just done something wrong? Usually people only used tasers for when Ruby had done something really bad.

"I-I-I'm sorry f-f-for interrupting..." Ruby had hoped it would appease the clearly angered woman, but apparently not, as she watched on with a groan of sadness as the woman in question was presumably cranking up the voltage.

The woman with bleached blonde hair tilted her head in confusion; did Reaper mean the Ursa? No matter. She shook her head and cranked up the voltage of her stun gun. Firing once more, she could see where some skin began to sizzle and Reaper began to hiss in pain. Maybe the voltage was a bit too high.

She winced as she felt what felt like fire burning into her leg, but as the adrenaline wore off, so did the heightened sense of pain that came with it oftentimes, and so Ruby kept standing, if only barely.

Another shot from the tazer, and Ruby was down and out before she could even blink.

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Waking had never felt as painful as it did to Ruby now; did she run into a gang or something while out last night? No, she couldn't have, if she did she'd remember the after-effects of rape and multiple knives piercing her skin, the beatings afterwards what she presumed would be what knocked her out and then her waking up in a cell or something, where police had found her body and simply capitalised on the fact that criminal was there; not the fact that she had been practically tortured in a back-alley.

She did remember the numbing feeling of electricity, as was proven correct when she tried to move her hand, only to feel numbness. It must have been quite the high voltage for her entire body to be numb.

And it hit her like a brick to the face- which, ironically, she had the displeasure of feeling before. Her situation was an oddly dire one, looking down only to prove her own fears correct. She was chained to the floor with extremely thick and insanely locked chains, along with two different sets of handcuffs around her wrists, complete with a small leash tied to her neck, connecting her with the bolted-to-the-floor table. A sick racist joke by the local police force, no doubt.

The door was opened quickly, and with no intention of giving her the feeling of hope that escape was a possibility; she was known for escaping when the police captured her, it was something she'd picked up- how to pick the locks of handcuffs, how to pick the pockets of policemen for keys...how to pick your way out of a heavily guarded police cell.

It was all very elaborate, but as she had just finished picking the first of the handcuffs discreetly, the two figures that she expected to be your standard grunts of VPD's finest had, in fact, gave her pause; in the place of two gruff, forty-something detectives with a penchant for 'bad cop evil cop', was a woman she presumed to be in her early to mid twenties, and a man with greying hair that was most likely about fifty. Boss and subordinate?

The second pair of handcuffs was halfway done when the grey-haired bespectacled man unknown to her spoke up, causing her concentration to slip and an almost inaudible crack to sound through the room. She still had her face facing forwards as frightened as could be, but the best facial expressions were just distractions. Act frightened enough and cops tended to capitalise on it, invading personal space and getting close enough for her to lift their keys from their pockets. Act angry enough and they usually never came close enough to notice her picking her way through her restraints.

But act paranoid enough, and you could gain the best thing ever; empathy and sympathy. You could walk your way out of a place by simple acting, but the truth of the matter was...Ruby wasn't acting when she did these things. These were all real to her, all her own emotions that emerged when the time decided to drag it out from her hidden depths.

Paranoia was the emotion that showed itself the most, followed closely by Fear; anger, whilst the rarest to emerge form its inky depths, was the most damaging. She'd snap for the littlest things, she'd kill and maim...so she guessed her wanted status was no hoax after all. But she was never conscious when she did those things, so she could hardly be held accountable. Right...?

"So," the grey haired man leaned in, hands clasped together; he noted that, expectedly, she moved out of his range, hoping to stay as far away form him before he did something injuring to her. "Can you tell me your name?"

Ruby snapped out of her fear-induced delirium of backing away from Ozpin, and immediately opened her eyes as wide as possible while freezing, noting the woman slowly flank her form the left; she needed to get out of here now! They may not look like cops, but they had the same cold professionalism that any law enforcement officer would. She began pushing the speed at which she could pick a handcuff, and she had succeeded too, the click of her handcuffs opening caused the man to smile fondly and the woman to freeze in shock. No way she picked her way out of a collar, two pairs of handcuffs, chains locked with three padlocks on her feet and to boot a metal table of which they all connected to.

Ruby shot upwards as son as she felt her freedom form the restrictions, only to feel a gravitational force push down on her; a glyph, she realised.

Panicking, she pushed her legs to their almost maximum potential; if she pushed them to the complete maximum, Ruby would fly through the ceiling if she attempted to jump. She jumped through the narrow hole that the glyph left, much to the woman's surprise, and just as the woman was going to pull out her stun gun and Ruby froze, the man began clapping his hands. Slowly, but it caught both females' attentions.

Lowering the now un-holstered tazer gun, she turned to her boss...of a sorts. "Sir?"

He stopped his applause of the scene her had just witnessed, and smiled as Ruby looked a little more panicked; clearly she wasn't used to fondness or kindness in any form. How tragic, he thought with a frown; this girl had to be about fourteen, fifteen at the most, and to lead a life such as this, with abuse and what he assumed was torture at every turn...simply shocking. His smile turned sad, but Reaper and Glynda, his associate, didn't notice.

He ignored Glynda, opting to try and calm the skittish Reaper; rumours of the girl were not exaggerated, just switched around, they say she can't fight, but can flee. While the fleeing is true, she can fight just as sneakily and good, if not better.

"My name is Ozpin." Placing a hand to his chest as he introduced himself, he smiled a little at the look of mixed confusion and slight, if only just, fear. He then pointed to his associate, who rolled her eyes- this man was far too lenient on criminals. "This is Glynda, a professor at Beacon Academy."

Ruby tilted her head; as intrigued as she was, she preferred staying as close to the door as possible, just in case they tried something. Meekly she spoke up, flinching afterwards when she noticed Ozpin frown at her words. "I, u-u-uh...haven't heard o-of Beacon." Her voice was soft, softer than silk they reckoned, and Glynda began to think.

How could a criminal, supposedly a veteran one from the extensive file she was given, be this...this sweet?

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They still hadn't left, and just as a precaution- with the use of multiple threats to use the tazer again- Glynda had tied Reaper in place with some left over chain and a handcuff for measures; though she had no doubt the girl could easily escape, just as she did before.

Glynda slapped her crop down on the table next to Reaper, who jumped and whined as a dog would when being shouted at by its master. In an idea world, Glynda wouldn't even need to do this; this girl, for all she knew, could be completely innocent of the crimes she was supposedly accused of.

Then again this wasn't an ideal world, better safe than sorry.

Making sure the girl was literally shaking in fear from head to toe, she ignored the glare Ozpin sent her way and brought up the video feed showing Reaper dicing up about four hundred beowolves or so. She glared viciously, though a little bit of her hated the pure fear on the girl's face. "Now, tell me where you learnt to do this!?"

"I-I-I Taught M-My self. Pleasedon'thurtme!" Ruby started to cower away from them, backing up in her chair away from them with genuine fear in her eyes. Glynda looked almost heartbroken at the girl's begging. She must have been through a lot to be like this. But she steeled herself, because for all she knew this girl could be a criminal. For all she knew...she could admit to herself her opinion was a little jaded, considering the fact that Reaper had just saved her from becoming a main course in the daily diet of three Ursa, but she knew next to nothing about the girl in the first place.

Ozpin just huffed, and at that, Glynda shot him a glare. Glynda walked over to the panicky Ruby and untied her chains, then walked back over to Ozpin, who shot her a look that screamed 'hypocrite'. She admitted maybe her earlier assessment and treatment of the girl was...unneeded, but now she could be sure the girl was hardly worth calling a threat, she was unchained.

"Now why would we hurt you?" he knew why, oh boy did he know why; she was a wolf Faunus. It wasn't a secret why she was constantly called a criminal and abused, and it was all because she was the last of the wolf Faunus and being the last of something showed weakness. Weakness in the Faunus community was something they would not allow, under any circumstances; be it even working with the humans to eradicate her or bring her to 'justice', but the crimes she had apparently committed were nothing but speculation of what she could do. Not what she has done.

"Be-Because t-That's what h-h-humans do." Ruby had a look of confusion on her face, no longer fear, though it was still evident she was scared of them both. "E-Even other F-F-Faunus too..." her ears flattened to her scalp when she muttered those last words, and Glynda could feel the ice around her crack with each passing second.

Ozpin looked as if forgotten in thought for a moment, and snapped out of it was an idea came to him. He had contemplated doing it before, but she either got away too quickly, or he had to leave to do some important headmaster stuff...with which he just dumped on Glynda to do instead.

"What do you think of hunters and huntresses?"

"I-I "don't know...T-They're g-g-good guys?"

"Have you ever considered becoming one?" Ozpin just sipped at his coffee again as Ruby grew even more cautious and confused as to where this was going.

"U-Umm, not r-r-really...W-Why?" Ruby was very scared of these two, no matter the subject brought at hand, or the type of subject. She had been through these scenarios before, and it still scared her to even think about it.

"Just the way you jumped in to save poor Glynda here from being eaten by three Ursa Majors was rather heroic of you...for a criminal." Ruby winced, and shrunk in on herself, beginning to whine when he called her that. "Well, what would you say if I brought you to Beacon Academy and taught you to be a huntress in training?"

"I just F-Fight to survive, N-Not save others..." She felt so conflicted; protecting people form the monsters they deserved to be torn apart by? Or continue to suffer at the hands of those people?

Is that a yes or a no?" Ozpin had a look of urgency in his eyes, as if he actually wanted the most wanted girl in all of Vale and possibly Atlas in his school, which Ruby found crazy.

"I-I-I don't have a choice, do I?" Ruby looked like she was defeated, as if she didn't want to go, though it was rather understandable. She was wanted for crimes she had not committed, and this would create uproar in Beacon. It was far from it that Ruby had no choice, though Ozpin could see why she would think that. He took this as an answer and left, leaving Glynda to sit down and fill out her application form.

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Well, this is the re-written first chapter of A Wanted Rose. Let me know in the reviews what you think, and I'll be sure to listen to each and every one of you...even if I don't actually speak to you. Just know that I listened.