As the scientist's soldiers barged in, the group was taken by surprise. The first one they grabbed was little Raven, as she was so small at the time. Phantom jumped up and attacked one of them, gouging his eye out with a dinner fork. This action caused a soldier to grab Phantom and try to choke him out. Thrash was immediately on the soldier, beating his head into the ground with fist after fist. More soldiers swarmed in, and the family bottle- necked them in the front doorway, taking them out as they entered. But eventually the scientist's soldiers were too much, and the family was over-run. They fought valiantly but were eventually seized and brought to a testing facility, where the horror began...

Thrash's Cell

Thrash snapped awake. He took a moment and observed his surroundings. And started to struggle against his metal bonds. After what seemed like an eternity of trying to break free, there was a muffled beep and a steel door slides open. "Why am I HERE?!" Thrash yelled at the opened door. A scientist then stepped into the room

"You are here, because your family is unique. Your family seems to possess amazing levels of Aura control. We want to test your limits, to have a better understanding of just what you can do. So, we locked you in this cell obviously to prevent you from escaping." The scientist said with a sadistic grin on his face. "You think these walls will hold me? You're lucky I haven't broken from these binds and killed you already" thrash growled and struggled against his bonds fruitlessly. "Funny, you have so much confidence for someone so helpless" the scientist said after dropping the smile. Thrash then proceeded to spit on the scientist, landing the loogie on the left breast of the scientist. "Pity that you chose your last choice of free will to spit at me. You'll know respect soon enough" mumbled the scientist while wiping off his lab coat. The scientist then left the room and the door shut behind him.

A few minutes later two scientists entered. After a brief moment of silence, one of them spoke up "Thrash, I can tell you're quite upset. All will be-"

"How do you know my name" Thrash said, sounding submissive yet annoyed. The two scientists exchanged looks. "We know much more about you and your family than you most likely wish to know. You see your job right now is to sit there and understand that your sacrifice will make our understanding of Aura so much more advanced, isn't that a wonderful thought Thrash, helping make the world a better place?" The other scientist, of whom thrash realized was a girl, said, sounding sadistic as could be and with a smirk on her face. Thrash then opened his eyes, which had been closed, looked at them with murder in his eyes. "Oh! Will you please just fuck off!" He then yelled, his pubescent voice cracking midway through the sentence. He could see the female scientist biting back a laugh, while the male one seemed completely emotionless. "You see, Son-of-Ajax, we have found a way to preserve Grimm corpses. To get right to the point, we will be injecting you with a classified form of grimm's blood and other bodily fluids." The male scientist said with a 'matter-of-fact' voice. Thrash scoffed at that "because that will do something" thrash rolled his eyes. "Don't jinx yourself" said the female scientist and she began walking out of the room. A metal arm then rose up holding a needle, it moved the tip of the needle to thrash's neck "begin procedure 1109". The needle injected into thrash

Over the next 19 weeks, thrash spent most of his time wondering things about his family, whether they were alive or not and such. He also found out that the male scientist was also the head scientist and founder of this 'project'. Until….

"week 20, mark it" the head scientist said as the needle injected into thrash's arm, for the last time. After squeezing his eyes shut, he breathed slowly for a minute or so. Then he opened his eyes and they begun to grow bright crimson and he began to struggle against his bonds, they bend and creaked but didn't break. In the control and research rooms, the scientists begun to have a chorus of "he's getting lose sir!" And "what now?" The head scientist then yelled "put armed guards in his cell!" as the conversation begun to die down. After a few minutes, or what seemed like an eternity to thrash, 3 armed guards entered his cell. The guards all stood on a different side of Thrash, he then started smirking and struggled against his bonds again. The bonds creaked and were strained to their maximum but miraculously didn't break. The guards all exchanged nervous looks, and Thrash smirked wider. "Your loosing control" he said extremely smugly. One of the guards then punched Thrash in the side of the head "Shut. Up."

Phantom's Cell

Phantom was sleeping in his cell silently, when a guard threw the door open and hit phantom with the butt of his gun "Wake up!" Phantom snapped awake and bleakly stared at the guard as another scientist walked into the door. The scientist then lit a cigarette and said "today we'lL be trying more advanced DNA, being as how the other forms were showing minimal results." The mechanical contraption then slithered out of the wall and injected into phantom's arm. Phantom then began breathing heavily and sweating "what's happening to me?!" He said sounding panicked. "Results" the scientist said slowly and with an evil tone. "God! Please help me!" Phantom then screamed at the top of his lungs. In the control room, the scientists begun to question their motives. "Maybe we should help the boy" said one scientist. "And waste 14 weeks of work?! I think not" said the head scientist. Phantom's eyes rolled back into his head and he begun to struggle against his binds, which were leather rather than Thrash's steel ones. "He's trying to escape sir!" Said the scientist watching the monitors, sounding worried. "Will a guard please report to cell 4U" the intercom said. Then a guard walked in and began to beat Phantom with a baton

Weeks Go By...

Phantom was sitting in the corner, he had long since accepted death. He was whimpering some random words to himself when suddenly the door shot open. Phantom didn't move, but instead looked over at the door. After a moment of absolute nothingness, phantom let out a stream of tears and began to sob. "Oh come on! Just take me to testing! You've already destroyed my pride, don't make me wait for death any longer. Thrash then stepped in, he was only recognizable by his facial features anymore. Phantom then ran to him, with tears running down his pale cheeks. Thrash opened his arms and embraced him. "Quiet little one, We have to go." The two walked out of the cell and navigated themselves out of the research facility. The horrors in which they had seen, they'd rather not recall. Thrash: Shhh. Quiet little brother, we have to go.

The two had escaped into a world they'd never seen before, which, in fact, were actually the slums of vale. Thrash and Phantom wandered the city around the kingdom. Facing starvation, cold, thirst, abuse, loneliness, ridicule and hate. "Damn beggars" people would say as they scoffed and spat at them. They struggled to make any coin at all, and had to struggle to stay warm at night. Pitifully huddling together under bridges and in alleys to stay warm. They had no home, no where to go, no one who loved them, they had... nothing. And they were almost dead by the time Thrash was 16 and Phantom was 14. They had just about given up all hope when there was a pitiful glimpse of hope. They had overheard people talking about beacon and hunters, and actually had they known what a "Hunter" truly was. It is extremely unlikely that they would have agreed to go to a combat school. They had eventually been through combat school, extremely easily albeit. Then afterwards, they applied to go to beacon. Whether Ozpin had been impressed by their record, or by sheer luck alone, they had managed to get into beacon. That, is where their story began.