Ozpin took a small sip from his coffee mug as the man across form him, his old friend James Ironwood watched the footage that was playing on the scroll. While Ironwood watched the footage and kept him stoic stature as he kept his face feature less, Ozpin could tell that he was just as surprised as he and his students were.

"Care to explain about this little mishap?" He asked, placing his mug down and interlocking his fingers. The footage he was watching was of the boy-Grimm in the arena fighting training bots that the school had in storage. Ozpin had been a firm believer that learning against thinking opponents would improve one's skill more than fighting programed machines but decided that it would be a waste to throw the machines away. They were older models sure, but they were still in good shape.

Ironwood shifted slightly in his seat before closing the page and saying, "As much as it pains me to say this Ozpin. I really can't."

"Can't or won't?" Glynda interjected with a cold glare.

"No, this is definitely a situation where I can't disclose anything." He said as he turned to get both of his old friends in view, "I can't disclose anything because even we have very little information on the subject. This thing wasn't really known very well outside of rumors that it existed." He pulled out a scroll and began to open files and such and handed the scroll to the two teacher's as he continued, "If you look closely in the background of these photos of different Grimm invasion over the years, you can catch mere glimpses of whatever it is. Human or Grimm we are still not sure. But through this and many eye witness reports we assume that this creature has been what it is for a long time. Maybe even born that way. Because of this, we must study it before more appear so we can use the information gathered to better defeat this new species of Grimm."

"Yet you brought him to Vale?" Glynda asked, this time her cold glare had changed to a confused look at the decision.

"The city it was captured in was close to the border and although the city had its own scientific center for research, they were heavily damaged during the Grimm invasion that it was a part of. They suggested that we bring the specimen here for research as it had one of the better facilities and had many of the best Grimm researchers." He explained as he took back the scroll when Glynda had handed it back to him, "This is not only the first Grimm to be captured and subdued but the first one that can be studied in the best scientific manner. You must see the potential here Ozpin."

Ozpin did see the potential this had for the Huntsmen as whole. For the first time learning what a Grimm thinks and what it does on a somewhat biological level could open up millions of different possibilities. Yet there was one fact that he saw that James was over-looking and it was probably for good reason. He sat a bit higher is chair as he said, "Yes James. I do see the incredible possibilities this could have but I believe we are dancing around another big issues." Ironwoods face did fall slightly as it darken, knowing what was coming, "The fact that he is a human."

"We can't be sure of that without the tests."

"Oh, I don't think we can say that." He said as he pulled up another video for James to see. This one was of the boy liking his wounds like an animal would. It was what was coming out of the wounds and staining the floor that mattered. Blood.

"You and I both know that Grimm don't leave blood."

"True but it could just be the new species of Grimm. This is why we must study him."

"By probing their insides and seeing what makes them tick on a biological level?" Ozpin countered.

Ironwood wanted to answer, but he saw the points in both situations. In the one situation, he would be violating human rights and such to attempt to figure out how this human not only survived among the Grimm but acted and functioned like one as well and with the possibility to learn of a new species of Grimm.

On the other hand he would be figuring out how this boy-Grimm became what he was while also learning what he learned. He might be able to learn new things about Grimm psychology or about their thought process.

The problem was that while the first situation was a certainty, it left him with the problem that this might be found out about his blatant overlooking of human rights. It also left the problem that there was only one of the boy-Grimm and that was a big problem. Only having one meant that possibilities of study were limited to one choice.

Ironwood sighed, "What would be the better option then, Ozpin?"

"I supposed a compromise." He said as he picked up his mug for another sip of coffee, "You leave him here with us, in this environment, along with other teachers and students. To compensate for this, you can hire a relatively small team of researchers to study his behavior and physical signs through his stay here."

"You intend to keep him here?" Glynda asked, just as surprised as Ironwood was.

"Yes. Simple really. He will just simple have to relearn how to be a human again." Ozpin said with a small smile, "I don't believe that sacrificing him in the name of science is a necessary but I also see that he is a human being that deserves the choices that we are given."

"What about interactions with the students? Are you going to let him out in the open in school?" Ironwood asked.

"Not until he is ready for it. I don't know how long he has been in the wild among Grimm but it would do better for him to at least touch back with society at least once before we let him make the choices he wants in life." Ozpin said reasonably.

Ironwood nodded at this. While he was definitely skeptical about the whole idea, he wasn't going to shoot it down either. It worked for the both of them, Ironwood could study the boy-Grimm and its thought process while the teachers and such would try to teach him back into society. It worked for the both of them. He just didn't know how long it would.

"Well, seeing as a compromise has been made, I will go head out and decided on who to bring along for the research team. Where is the specimen now? Contained, I hope?"

"He is still in the arena actually." Ozpin said.

"Still?! He hasn't broken out yet?!"

"No, he is too busy with the training bots." Ozpin explained, "The bots are programmed to attack him in the minimalist way possible to grab his attention and only do so. We have off-hour teacher surrounding the arena as it locked in its dome form. If he does escape, he must deal with them. He probably won't escape anytime soon."

"Are you sure?"

"Quite, you can see right now actually." Ozpin said as he brought up a live feed from the arena the boy-Grimm was locked in.

The boy was terribly annoyed.

It was annoying to deal with these metal soldier. It wasn't rewarding when he finally killed one as the others wouldn't give off the fear, sadness or despair that he craved. It wasn't satisfying killing one because it didn't seem to faze the others and when it was down, another would come up to take its place. It was incredibly annoying.

What was worse is that they would continuously stop his advances and trying to escape the strange clear rock dome he was under. Every time he would move to ignore the metal soldiers and attack the clear rock dome onto of him, they would attack him for a bit to grab his attention.

He had tried to ignore them and focus his energy and ferocity to breaking the clear rock dome but then they would renew their efforts to grab his attention and he would kill some of the metal soldiers out of anger and self-preservation.

What probably annoyed the boy most was the fact that he could feel other people around him outside his reach. There were large aura pools around the dome he was in, surrounding him and staying in a general position around the clear rock dome he was kept in. He assumed that they were huntsmen because of the size of their pools being bigger than the average person. Yet he could sense the emotions of other people beyond the huntsmen around him meaning that where ever he was, there were a lot of different people outside of the immediate range. While he could sense their emotions, there was none that he could feed of and even there were, it would be harder to do so because of how far he was afraid from them.

He had been in this clear rock dome for maybe two days now and he was definitely feeling the effects of his hunger. The metal soldiers didn't need sleep like he did so the battle and fights were always a constant struggle. The boy was angry the people who had managed to put him here but he figured that it didn't really matter how angry or annoyed he would become because at some point they would kill him. He was a Grimm so if they didn't do it now than they were going to do it soon. He just had to wait for it.

He wouldn't go down without a fight of course. He would kill any who tried to kill him but the fact that they were waiting to do so somewhat peeved him. So he continued to fight in the metal soldiers until he eventually had the chance to stop and eventually smash out of the clear rock dome.

He had his chance on the third day.

For some reason the metal soldiers stopped. He was confused at their sudden stop but more confused by their choice to then move away from him and line up against a the wall. Confused though he may be, an obvious opening against them was something he didn't pass up on. This string of thoughts took place in a half a second and the other half of that second was spent tearing into the metal soldiers. Ripping into the metal soldiers was surprisingly easy as for some reason they stopped fighting him to just stand around like a dead tree.

After quickly killing the metal soldiers he turned his attentions to the clear rock dome, picking up one of the metal soldier to attempt to break it faster. He was about to try and find the spot where he had started but when stopped upon sensing two large aura pools closer than he remembered them being. He quickly jumped back to see two figures standing close to one another. The one with the stick seemed to be the pack leader as he stood in front of the other and that one seemed to be a helper of sorts.

The boy didn't waste time thinking about what they were doing as from understanding that they were huntsmen and charged forwards on all fours. He brandished the metals soldier's arm in his mouth as he jumped to attack the two.

Before connecting or even getting within one foot and half of the figures, a familiar force pushed him to the ground and kept pushing him to the ground. The boy remembered this force. It was some force that stopped from getting away from the large aura pools a couple days before. He gave a very angry and low growl as he started to work against the force. It took a couple times but he had adapted to the force. After a second or so of adjusting himself on the ground he began to look around for the source of the force. He saw the person with blonde hair and the strangely small stick pointed at him and he remembered her from after the loud and painful falling. She was standing outside the clear rock dome and so he would have to destroy the clear rock to get to her.

He would try.

He began to run in her directions and with great effort, he managed to take the arm of the metal soldiers and smash it against the clear rock dome. She was clearly startled at the action as took one or two steps back in freight. He could taste the fear she head and tried to feed off it but the clear rock dome made it harder for him to do so. It was like feeding through a river. What little he did managed to feed from wasn't enough to sate him but enough to give him the slightest bit more energy. He tried to smash the clear rock dome again but the women managed to put more energy into the force she was using and pushed him back down on the floor of the strange circle of walls.

"We can't have you escaping anytime soon now can we?" A voice said from behind him. The boy turned to look at the one of the figure that he had left behind to attack the source of the force. He expected them to take the chance and attack him as he was attempting to break free but they didn't which made him weary of their reason for being here.

"So, I do believe it is time for our first lesson." The man in front said. He nodded to the man next to him and he stepped forward a bit holding a small tree looking thing. The boy interpreted this as him stepping up to fight. Maybe these people had similar custom to Grimm.

After a bit of circling was done by the boy, he threw the metal soldier's arm at the man holding the plant. He dodge it and seemed to glow very slight. The boy knew what this was as he had seen it only a couple times before. It was something that Grimm called 'Burn' as it used some of the aura that those people with large aura pools had. The boy knew he only had two options, the first was to attack and kill before the man could do the 'burn' or he could attempt to step back and wait for an opportunity to strike. He took the first option as he speed down towards the man with the killing intent radiating off of him.

Before he could get in striking distance however, the force of the woman with gold hair appeared again and pushed him down to the ground, slowing his movements significantly. The man then seem to transfer his 'burn' into the plant he was holding and it grew in size as well as releasing small flecks of things that looked like ash. The boy jumped back but it was a bit too late as he did breathe some of the plant ash in. The second he breathed again, this time clean air, he felt a strange calmness. He was incredibly relaxed it was felt strange. He could barely feel his own body as how relaxed he was and it felt so foreign.

"Now let's start with a name. What is your name?" The voice of the alpha male spoke to him. He didn't understand what the voice said and as he looked down at the man he tried to grab him with his claw. Yet, he was so relaxed that what his actions come out to resembled the feeble flailing of a baby.

"Ozpin, I don't think he can actually understand what you are saying?" a second slightly more feminine voice said. The boy was able to pinpoint the voice as the one who had used the 'burn' and done this to him.

"I supposed that's correct. In truth, I didn't know what I was expecting when I tried this method." The alpha male said as he took a step toward the boy. The boy again tried to swipe at him with his claws but the alpha male carried a straight stick that he used to bat the feebly moving claw away. He took another step closer and bent down so that he was around the boy's eye level. He pointed to himself spoke, "Ozpin. I am Ozpin."

The boy still didn't understand the things that the people were using to communicate but he believed the he understood that in this pack, Ozpin meant Alpha male. He still didn't understand the reason for this change or why it needed to be told to him. The alpha of any pack, no matter what name they were given, was still the alpha.

"Ozpin. Ozpin." He repeated as he pointed to himself again. The boy, who was still in his perpetual relaxing, still didn't understand the requirement for this initiation. He didn't want to be a part of this pack. He wished for his old pack. There life was simple, more life-threating and violent but simpler. So to attempt to get this alpha male away from him, he gave a deep and rumbling grow that he managed to echo across the strange confinement he was in.

"Hmm." The alpha man said, "Looks as though it might take a while before we get him to speak normally. I wonder how James' effort are going to be." He got up and nodded to the other man and they turned and began to leave.

The boy was still under the effects of the strange plant ash so he couldn't immediately take advantage of the openings the people had left. He tried though, attempting to get up on all fours and moving forward. What ended up happening was him managed to get up all fours but stumbling around similarly to a drunkard.

The boy shook his head ferociously, in an attempt to rid his body of the strange feeling. To get the effect to go away faster, he purposely smashed his head against the ground once or twice. It took some more time before he eventually regained control of his body normally and without the strange feeling of being relaxed. It was lucky that he regained it when he did as just maybe a half minute after he regained his sense of self, the metal soldiers appeared from some of the walls and began to attack him again.

The boy growled in frustration but jumped towards the first metal solider and proceeded to use the arm he had just severed from it as a bludgeoning tool.


This chapter is basically a small amount of set up for the setting of the series which will take place in Beacon. Its not much but I think that, even in the RWBY universe, there would be people some hippy people who are all about the 'Pro-Understanding of Grimm, man' and what not, so having the first Grimm Man hybrid would spark some controversy and the idea of just outright dissecting him would be the whole Animal Cruelty thing all over again with the picketing and the rallies so this would be a problem the army would have to face. Ozpin's idea is to attempt a comprise between dissecting him for information and outside understanding in the same hippy fashion.

The boy is how I have decided to take his parts of the story down; an over the shoulder view where we attempt to see things through his eyes and how he perseveres them. Robots are metal soldiers that don't bleed or show emotion because they are robots. He still tries to understand everything in the pack mentality where this guys is alpha and those one isn't and having the same rules. It fun as a way to attempt to change the wording of things.

Finally, I might as well ask you guys if you have any better titles for this. I open to suggestions!