Volume 1 Chapter one: Thebegining
A facility underneath the kingdoms run by the secret branch of the military and led by General Stryker. The general in question is trying to create the ultimate weapon. It would be called: Weapon X. Now in a chamber room, machinery whirred to life as the final preparations are prepared. A man in a white uniform followed the General, he was the commanding general of the Remnant military; General James Ironwood.
"This had better be important, Stryker. I have work to do to prepare for the upcoming semesters at the academy." Ironwood said with an irate voice, his hands behind his back.
"Of course sir, I understand that you're on a busy schedule. I just felt that this is a day that you should witness. The birth of Weapon X." Ironwood narrowed his eyes.
"What is Weapon X, and why haven't I heard any of this before now."
"Relax General, all in good time." Stryker looked to the officers by the door. "Bring in the subject." They did just that.
A young man not even seventeen was brought into the room, chained and bound wearing only prisoners rags. Ironwood looked to Stryker and grabbed him by the collar.
"What is the meaning of this? He's not even a full adult yet!"
"He was captured as a part of the white fang, only allowed in their ranks because of his half-Faunus blood which has…..gifted him with remarkable traits. His healing rate is so fast, I'm willing to bet my position that if we cut his head off that he'd just grow it right back. Increased senses as well." The young man was put into a tank filled with an unknown liquid, at least to the young man.
After the straps were tightened and he was lowered into the liquid, multiple needles pierced his skin. "What the procedure will do is graft his skeletal system with Adamantium." Ironwood looked at Stryker with an incredulous look.
"Adamantium, the same metal stronger than most if not all armor of the grimm? The strongest metal on this planet? That Adamantium?"
"Yes, yes, and yes sir. It's being super-heated and injected as we speak." A sudden thrashing drew both generals attention to the tank.
"Didn't you give him any pain killers!?" Stryker shook his head
"His body would go through them in a matter of seconds, believe me, we've tried." After a few minutes the thrashing stopped and the procedure was done. The boy's heart monitor began to flat-line. "No…don't you die on me boy, not now, not like this…."
One of the soldiers scoffed. "Well, what do ya know, it can die after all." Stryker and Ironwood lowered their heads until a beep was heard.
"Sir, the metal has grafted perfectly. His heart is starting back up." Stryker looked up toward the boy.
"Come on….don't give up." Slowly the heart monitor started beeping at a normal pace, Stryker sighed a breath of release.
"I want this project cancelled." Ironwood turned himself toward Stryker who stiffened up at the words. "Faunus blood or not, this project is inhumane. You're lucky that I didn't shut this down the moment I learned of it's details."
"Sir I-"
"No excuses Styker, this project will be shut down immediately or I will have you arrested for insubordination. Do I make myself clear?" All the lowly general could do was nod. "Good, I want that boy's history file on my desk ASAP and I want him in my office at 9 A.M. sharp, if he's late Stryker, it'll be your job on the line."
"Yes sir. Alright men, as soon as he wakes up, take him back to the holding room, Weapon Project X is disbanded as of right now." With a chorus of 'yes sir' everyone got to their duties. Ironwood left the facility with a large scowl on his face.
"No boy or man, human or Faunus, should have to have that happen. Stryker you imbecile, I can only hope that the lad isn't scarred for life because of all of this."
Hours later, Ironwood was in his office, looking over the statistics of the applicants for his school for future hunters and huntress. A knock on the door shook him out of his stupor.
"it's open…" He took a sip of his coffee as a young woman came in. the white coat and I.D. card signaled that she was an R.D. specialist.
"Sir, I have the papers that you asked for regarding Weapon Project X, I've also had the young man transferred to a holding cell that's a bit closer than his previous arrangements." She handed him several folders. The high general looked through the first one labeled Dossier.
"William 'Logan' Howlett, Half Faunus, orphaned….yikes. This kid has a pretty bad rap sheet. Was a member of the White Fang. He must've proved his Faunus blood to be able to get in. Has a tested I.Q. of 122, not bad for a man his age. I assume Stryker had him tested before the project began?"
"Yes sir, I personally administered the test, something tells me he was being lazy though so I estimate his actual I.Q. to be around 130 or so" James nodded and continued reading.
"He has a brother, do we have any information on him?"
"Name: Victor Creed, half-brother to William Howlett, he is a full blooded Faunus Wolverine type. Is a current member of the White Fang and holds the call sign of Sabertooth. Known for his vicious side and fighting streak, known whereabouts are unknown at this moment."
"I see…. Thank you for your work, dismissed." The woman gave a small bow and left. The general gave a sigh. "This is just one big mess isn't it." He opened up his scroll and started a message to an old friend of his.
"I have a young man in my custody right now, it's looking like he willingly turned himself in as a member of the White Fang, I'm going to offer him a chance to go to a school for hunters. If he accepts, I'll need to call a favor from you." send. Not even fifteen minutes later did a message arrive on his scroll, a reply from his earlier message.
' I see, if you're going to allow him the chance to try and get back into normal society, why not place him at your school, it'd probably be much safer there.'
"I've already thought of that, a normal transition back into society means being able to interact normally with people in his age group, I want to give that opportunity to him without having guards at his back every five minutes but also retaining a decent level of security until he's proven that he's made a complete transition." This message didn't take long to receive a reply.
' very well, send him to Vale if he accepts and I'll take care of the rest. If all goes as you'd like it too, then consider my debt to you paid.'
"Thank you" this time there was no reply.
As the morning hit its peak, General Ironwood stood facing a window in his office. A knock on the door made him look at his clock. 9 A.M. sharp. He smiled.
"Come in." the door opened and behind the general stood William in a simple white tank top, blue jeans and riding boots.
"I heard you wanted to see me." His voice was dull, like he didn't want to be there.
"William Howlett, former member of the White Fang. You turned yourself in, can I ask why?"
"I didn't want to see anyone else killed, simple as that. And for the record, I prefer to be called Logan." Logan crossed his arms in annoyance. the general turned and picked up his mug, taking a drink of the coffee that had been prepared earlier.
"What do you think about hunters?" Logan scoffed.
"I'd rather be a claw than a Fang. I left because I wanted to find a semblance of peace, to protect the ones that need it. I'm a monster so my best option was to turn myself in and let myself rot, instead they tried to turn me into a weapon and I couldn't do anything about it."
"That's where you're wrong, I have a proposition for you and I'd like for you to consider it at the least. If you at least try and make a transition back into normal society, I'll wave a pardon and allow you the chance to become a hunter. If you decline, well you can just go back to your cell and go with your initial plan. Either way, this is your decision and yours alone." Logan closed his eyes and put a hand through his wild brown hair, he sighed.
"I guess…it'd be a bit more exciting if I become a hunter. I'd like one more thing if I agree to this, nothing too big."
"If it's within reason…." James took a drink of his coffee as he sat down.
"Access to booze and cigars." The man choked on his drink as the request was made
"W-what? I'm sorry, did I hear you right? Access to tobacco and alcohol?" He coughed again.
"Yep, the booze runs right through me so I only get taste and no buzz. Tobacco doesn't do anything to me because of my healing rate. I've been smoking and drinking since I was 10." Ironwood sighed and began rubbing his forehead.
"God's grace us…..fine, but don't show off in front of people and don't try and get anyone hooked on your problems." Now he was rubbing his temples.
"You look like you got a bit of a headache there."
"Yes I do….So for affirmation, you've agreed to the proposition put before you, correct?"
"Yeah." The general sat down and pulled over some paperwork and started signing it, as he finished, he handed the paper to Logan.
"Print your name here and signature here." Logan did as told, reading it as he signed, nothing seemed out of place. An ink pad was put in front of him as well as he finished signing.
"For formality sake, I need your finger print next to the release signature." He pressed his thumb on the pad and then next to his signature. "Good, now your flight will leave in one hour, Prof. Ozpin has a room set up for you in Vale until the semester starts. Before you leave, you will need to have your picture taken for you're I.D. and gods help us….a special I.D. will also be given so you can attain your vice without hassle. My assistant will guide you to the Identification area. You're free to go, I hope that the best outcome comes from this decision Logan, I really do and for what it's worth, I apologize for Stryker and what he did to you."
"You're not the one that started the project, you got nothing to be sorry about. See ya later old timer." Ironwood sat back down and sighed again
"….I'm not that old" he pressed the button on the intercom.
"Yes sir?"
"Sharon, do you think I'm old?" the woman on the other end sputtered a bit
"Um….that is to say…uh…..I'm sorry sir but I must return to my work, so many papers have to be filled and put away before the end of the day. Heh heh. *click*" the general groaned.
Logan had arrived in Vale two days earlier; now in a brown leather jacket added to his attire. Getting bored, he decided to go and walk around. It was almost nine o'clock, he saw a dust store that was still open and apparently very busy. He pulled out his Cigar case.
"Hm…only two left eh? Well, I guess I better stock up, dust stores usually have my brand in there." As he entered in the store, he walked up to the counter the man already there looked at him, as did several of the other people there.
"Can I get a pack of the King's roll cigars." Logan was obviously oblivious to the fact that the man had his hands in the air.
"We're actually out of that at the moment sir."
"Well damn….."
"YES!" everyone looked to the shouting and soon a suited man was sent flying through the window of the store. The man in a white suite pulled his cigar out and looked at the other men.
"Well…..get them." The other men tried to subdue Logan and a girl who was wielding a very oversized scythe….to no avail. Everyone that tried to grab her got knocked away with ease. Logan noted that she wasn't trying to kill anyone. Meanwhile, a guy was trying and failing to pick Logan up.
"Holy fuck kid, how much do you weigh?" Logan turned his head to him
"Not as much as your mom, that's for sure." He broke out of the grasp and grabbed the man by the head and smashed his own forehead into the henchman's.
"Um….do you mind if I go after him?" the shopkeeper just nodded dumbly.
"You're not going there alone." The girl turned to him. "The guy tried to have me tied up, I'mma kick his ass to the generals office and back." The girl nodded and they both climbed up the ladder. Upon reaching the roof, a gust started picking up, a Vtol had shown up and the man in a white suite had gotten in.
"Well red, mr. wild. I dare say that this is goodbye." The aircraft had begun moving away when a rock with a purple aura around it slammed into it. The two looked behind them to see a blonde woman in a white long sleeved shirt that left a small amount of her chest in view as well as a black skirt.
"Shit….hey, we got a huntress." The man moved to a different part of the craft while a woman in a red dress stood where he did, her face was blocked by shadows and only her glowing red eyes could be seen.
The woman in red conjured several fire balls and threw them at the three on the roof, the blonde woman caught them using her own power and sent them right back at her.
"Hey lady," the woman looked at him. "Can you vault me up there?"
"Are you crazy? That could very well kill you."
"Nah, Heaven won't be calling my name for quite a while, so can you or can't you?"
"I've got a feeling I'm going to regret this later." Logan started glowing purple and then was lifted into the air, then launched with great force. He took time during the mini-flight to ready his new weapon, Adamantium Claws.
Obviously startled by the oncoming assault, no one on the Vtol prepared a defense. With his claws at the ready, he slashed through the tail of the aircraft, sending it spiraling to the ground below. Unfortunetly, Logan had been over shot and ended up a few blocks away.
"You go search for him, I'll take care of the people in the aircraft. Meet back here with him as soon as you find him." the girl nodded before setting out down the road. the woman jumped from the building, using her power to cushion the fall.
"Well well, Roman Torchwick and ms…." The young woman in the red dress looked at the blonde woman.
"My name is of no importance."
"Very well, I'll call you jailbird for now." A few officers came in and put them under arrest. "Keep on high alert around Jailbird, I don't know who exactly she is or the extent of her semblance, do not I repeat do not lower your guard around her." the officers nodded and took them to the closest station in their district.
Red was almost to Logan, she saw him after the fourth block trying to get up. "Hey, are you alright?"
"I'm fine. Nothin a few drinks won't cure." Red raised an eyebrow to that.
"You were pretty cool back there, my name's Ruby. What's yours?" Logan looked at her and then opened his cigar case, lighting one up and taking a slow drag of it.
"Logan. Did that lady give you any instructions after launching me?" Ruby nodded.
"Yeah, she wants us to meet back up with her." he blew a puff of smoke to the sky, Ruby cringed slightly at the smell.
"Alright, we may as well get the interrogation over with." She cocked her head to the side.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, she's probably going to take us to a station, give us a reprimand and lecture before letting us go on our separate ways." He started walking back towards where the lady was. Unknown to them a man had just moved from the ally way, as if he were keeping an eye on one of them.
The two of them were definitely in a station, Ruby had a scowl and Logan was kind of kicked back. The lady, now known to them as Glynda Goodwitch was pacing with a scroll open in her hand going over the details of the fight.
"What you two did was very irresponsible and I hope you realize that your actions will not be taken lightly. You put not only yourselves in danger but the populace as well."
"They started it!" Ruby shouted. Logan snorted.
"Whatever, people who aren't hunters, police, or military, wouldn't get involved. They're just not up to it. Besides, the worst I did was crack open some poor lunks skull and chop up a Vtol. Collateral damage was minimum from the crash itself, good aiming by the way." Glynda narrowed her eyes at him.
"Well, if it were up to me, you'd both receive a pat on the back-" Ruby brightened up a bit before the lady gave her a harsh scowl and slapped her wand on the table. "and a hard slap on the wrist." Needless to say, Ruby was kind of sinking into her chair now. "It's not, and you both have someone that wants to meet you." She stepped away from the door and a lax man with silver hair and a green suit came into the room holding a plate of cookies and a mug of hot coffee.
"Ruby Rose…." He set the cookies down and leaned close to her "You…..have silver eyes. And you…." he looked towards Logan. "Must be William Howlett." Ruby looked at him.
"I thought you said your name was Logan."
"Logan's my middle name, and the name I prefer to be called by." That line was more sent to the man than Ruby. The man nodded.
"So miss Rose, where did you learn to fight like this?" He held out his scroll which was playing a replay of her fight against Torchwicks men.
"S-signal academy…." The man raised an eyebrow.
"They taught you how to wield one of the most deadly weapons available at Signal?"
"Well….one teacher in particular really." She took a cookie, not seeing any reaction, she began shoveling more into her mouth. The two looked at her but Logan thought that she must have a really impulsive sweet tooth.
"Hm…That's different, the only other scythe wielder I know of is a dusty old crow." Ruby looked up from the cookies
"daf ma uka ow" she swallowed and wiped her mouth. "Sorry….That's my uncle Qrow. I was complete garbage before he started teaching me and now I'm all like HOWAAAAAH! WITCHAAAAAAA" Logan gave a small chuckle and shook his head as she continued making karate sound effects.
"I see, So Logan, you've been awfully quiet there, why don't you explain how you've already healed from that nasty little crash of yours" He played the scroll again showing how Logan met a brick building face first and began falling through several of the local trees. Ruby and Goodwitch cringed at his injuries as he landed.
"I have some added benefits from being half Faunus. On my mom's side, pops was human. That's all I got to say."
"I see….Well Ruby, if you don't mind me asking, why is an adorable little girl such as yourself at an academy for Hunters and Huntress?" Ruby having recovered from the cringe of the video looked to the man.
"Well…I want to be a huntress."
"You want to slay monsters?" he deadpanned it, was he that bored? The man set his cup on the table and sat down opposite of Ruby.
"Well….yeah. I only have two more years left at Signal and then I'm going to apply at Beacon. See, my sister's going there this year and she's going to be a huntress and our parents were hunters to, they always taught us to do the right thing so I figure why not make a career out of it ya know. Plus it's always exciting, the thrill of combat, the rush of adrenaline, oh but…only if you know you can win. No fun dying in a fight I'd think." The man chuckled.
"Tell me, do you know who I am?" Ruby started looking sheepish
"Prof. Ozpin, the headmaster of Beacon." Logan looked up
"So that's who you are, I was wandering when I'd meet you." Ozpin smirked.
"And now he wishes to speak. Given your circumstances I can understand why you'd like to keep to yourself Logan but let me warn you that we have a partnership program that goes on during the time your at the academy, you'll need to break away from your anti social nature at least a bit to keep your partner as a partner and not just as a mutual ally." He looked to Ruby with the same smirk.
"So…you wish to go to my school?" Ruby smiled
"More than anything." Ozpin looked to Glynda and then back to Ruby.
"Well….Okay. I expect good things from you two, so both of you be ready to leave in two days." Ozpin got up from his seat and left.
"Come on, I'll get you two signed out." Glynda led them to the front desk. As soon as they got signed out, they got ready to part ways.
"Hey Logan." He turned to her. "I hope you have a great time at Beacon." He scoffed.
"Why leave it to your imagination, you'll be there to, remember?" He left on his way. Ruby doing the same. All the while the same man from earlier was now on a roof, watching Logan.
"I have confirmation….yeah, the moment he screws up is when I'll step in as per orders. Requesting a stealth jet for transport to Beacon….good, next update will be in 24 hours, General Stryker."
All righty then, this is me trying to get back into a groove that I've been lost in for some time. I just got caught up on RWBY and then this idea came to me, so, wanting to get out of my writing funk so badly, I wrote this ten page chapter (at least, it read out as ten pages on M.S. word). I want any of my old followers who may or may not read this to know that while I do have several things in production, this is my first casual story that I've done since the Naruto and Bleach crossover I did years ago. and I intend to stick with this. I don't intend to give up any of the stories I haven't given up on and I hope that my old followers can bring me the inspiration to continue this at all.
This story will have some creative liberties taken, one of the most notable is that the main male of this story is named William Howlett. Originally Wolverine's name was James Howlett and I'll admit that I did get mixed up a few times early on in this chapter. The second which will be seen more later on is that Ruby will be a tad bit calmer than she is in the original works, though she will retain that sweet tooth when it comes to cookies.
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More creative liberties will be seen as I go and Hopefully, I'll be able to finish this story and get out of my funk, I'm aiming for the sky on this one everyone. Cheer me on as I go
*DISCLAIMER: RWBY IS A PRODUCT OF ROOSTER TEETH AND DIRECTED BY THE LATE MONTY OUM (divines rest his soul) WOLVERINE AND ANY OTHER CHARACTERS FROM X-MEN OR AVENGERS IS PROPERTY OF MARVEL. I DO NOT OWN EITHER
