Q&A & Responses:

Twain Apprentice: At least I got your attention, which is nice...

welcometodalolz: Actually, it's only slightly based on Halo, as well marginally based on Red vs Blue (the AIs, Zeta and Omicron). It's actually based on Crysis (with a few personal additions to the Nanosuit, as well as a similar HUD, as well as having the same color scheme).

The only portion involving Halo is the thruster pack and the fact that the helmet slightly resembles the EVA helmet, but a majority of the helmet's appearance and design of the suit goes to Tron: Legacy (with the suit being a sleeker version of the Nanosuit, and with the helmet taking a more "Rinzler" appearance, than the EVA helmet).

thenotes146: You'll see in this chapter.

Acerman: Thank you, I appreciate it.

Author's Notes: Well, this went better than I thought it would go. Now then, let us continue with the story once more, HUZZAH!

I do not own RWBY.

-Chapter 2: The Headmaster-

"I was sent here to investigate an anomaly in the forest, it seems like I have found it. Come with me," the lady in front of me had said. Telling from those mannerisms she carried herself with for the past few minutes, I could tell that this girl was the no-nonsense type of person, that usually means she meant business.

'Zeta, Omicron, your observations?' I thought to the two.

"Coming from the fact that there is a human standing in front of us, we can safely assume that this world may not be so different from ours," Omicron observed the woman from the camera lens on my helmet.

"And the way she dresses suggests order, obviously that there is a form of civilization," Zeta added to the male AI's observations.

I shifted my head slightly to the right, not paying attention to the woman who was still waiting for me to respond.

'Suggestions?'

"Best idea's to go with her. You are going to have to spend the rest of your life on this world, it seems, so the best course of action is to obey this person's instructions and see where it leads you," Omicron answered.

'And you, Zeta?'

"Eh, Omicron's got the right idea, I say go with it," she agreed.

'And my hand?' I mentally asked the two, looking down at the stump where my hand used to be.

"You can get a new one, if they at least have decent technology."

Good point, all good points.

'Alright, I'll do it. You two shut down and I'll take it from here,' I thought, feeling a sudden tingle in the back of my head as the two deactivated. When I ended the conversation between the two programs, I then focused my attention to the blonde woman in front of me, who was currently giving me a strange look.

I nodded to the girl, "All right then, lead the way, beautiful."

In a split second, I saw the girl's eye twitch underneath that neutral facade. She was obviously annoyed by my comments. I watched as she rolled her eyes in irritation and turned around, walking away with me following close behind.

As we continued to walk, I got a more detailed view of the woman's appearance; she wore a long-sleeved buttoned shirt with puffy sleeves that exposed a part of her chest, as well as a buttoned black skirt that wrapped around the shirt, her pale-blonde hair was tied back in a bun, with a curl running down the right side of her face, she also seemed to be wearing a tattered black cape as well as high heels, which made her at least five inches taller than me. In summary: she was quite beautiful indeed.

"Sooo... where are we going?" I asked, deciding to strike up a conversation.

"You'll see," she responded. Fuck, and I thought the Voice was the only one that gave this cryptic crap.

"What's your name?"

"Goodwitch," she responded. Well, at least we're off to a start.

"Is that your first name or your last name?"

"Does it matter?" the lady looked at me with a stern expression.

"Hey, I just wanted to have some small talk, okay? What's your name?" I raised my hands up a little in protest before letting them down as she sighed in annoyance.

"It's Glynda," she answered in a neutral tone.

"So, Glynda Goodwitch... you single?" I cocked an eyebrow upon responding before having to stop as she gave me a bone-chilling death glare, and as it was described, I felt chills crawl up my spine as I continued to look into those piercing green eyes. With me having little to no fear, combined with a slight tendency to be an idiot, I continued to press onward with the comments, fully aware that she might attempt to kill me should I continue.

"Come on, can you at least give me a hint before-" I stopped as I heard rustling from behind me, I looked at my radar to see four red dots on my map, "We have a situation."

She stopped as soon as she heard me speaking once more, the lady turned to look at me, her bright green eyes filled with irritation, "What is it?"

"Four hostiles behind me," I answered, watching as the woman pulled out... a riding crop? Damn, and I thought I was crazy.

"Beowolves?" she asked me, resulting in me giving her the strongest 'what-the-fuck?' look from underneath the helmet.

"The fuck's a Beowolf? Those dog bastards that jumped me when I ended up here? If so, then I'll have to guess yes," I answered to the best of my abilities, she scowled slightly at the use of my vulgarity. But thanks to Luck's endless bitchery, four 'Beowolves' (whatever the hell they're supposed to be called) emerged from the behind the trees.

With my hand gone, I had to resort to using my pistol. I raised my sidearm and quickly fired four shots at each of them, two of them made their marks as they tore their way through two eyeballs from two separate monsters, crumpling to the forest floor with a soft thud. The other two charged straight towards me.

I jumped back to dodge an oncoming swipe from the creature and parrying another slash with my arm before mustering all the strength in my right arm and sending my fist crashing into that motherfucker's throat. The wolf-monster caught it's throat with it's claw as it attempted to breath once more, but was finished off with another punch to the windpipe, crushing it's ability to breath, the creature fell backwards and started to writhe on the floor before finally laying still.

Another one of those 'Beowolves' continued to speed towards me. I holstered my pistol and pulled my fist back, preparing to one-punch the shit outta this dog-monster with a blow that only the great Bruce Lee could've performed with ease. I had to wait for the right moment to strike.

The Beowolf continued to close the gap at an alarming pace, but I was still waiting...

It was only a few meters away... almost there...

And... NOW!

At least, I could've ended it's life, if it wasn't suddenly lifted high in the air by some unknown force before being slammed into a tree. Unfortunately for both the tree and the monster, there happened to be a wicked sharp tree branch from where the beast was thrown, impaling the Beowolf on the branch and killing it instantly. Why did I feel bad for the tree? Cause it would then feel the shame of having an ugly-ass Christmas decoration staining it's branches for the next few seconds.

For the next few seconds, I brain-farted at the sight, trying to piece together what had just happened. I heard a slight whoosh and turned to see Glynda holding her riding crop outward, the stick holding a strange violet hue.

She used magic... this place had magic! MAGIC! Fuckin' Harry Potter-style wand-shooting, law-defying magic! That's awesome!

"You have to teach me how to do that," I remarked, but received an eye roll and watched as she continued to walk away, to which I responded by walking a little faster to catch up with her.

I continued to watch as she pulled out a small white rectangular and opened it up, pulling both ends to turn it into a transparent phone-like device from one of her pockets, typed in a number and held the device up to her ear, waiting for the person on the other side of the line to pick up. A few seconds passed and she finally spoke.

"Ozpin, I found the anomaly... yes, but not something, someone... anything specific? No? Alright then, thank you," she pressed the button at the bottom of the screen and put it away.

"Well then, Glynda, who's this mystery person you were talking to?" I asked out of the blue.

"The one who sent me to retrieve you," Glynda said as she bent over to pick up a large rock and inspect it, tossing it into the air before catching it with one final confirmation, "Beacon Academy's just north of here."

"Alright-y then, blondie, lead the wa-" I was cut off midway was I felt a sudden force slam into my face, throwing me onto the ground. I rolled over as my helmet took some of the impact, looking up to see the rock in Glynda's hand, still poised to bludgeon my head once more.

"The Headmaster told me to bring you back to the Academy, but he never specified in what condition," she glared at me, while glared back at her underneath my helmet.

"Oh, you backstabbing little cockbi-" my sentence was cut off again as she finally slammed the rock down on my head once more, my vision cutting to black as I soon fainted.

-oOo-

I woke up in a small, dark room which was lit only by a single light bulb. I knew where I was: the average interrogation room. I looked down to see that I was sitting in a metal folding chair.

If I was right, they most likely handcuffed my wrists behind the chair. In response, I moved my wrist only to feel that it was restrained by my other wrist.

Yeah, I was right. And if I was right again, they probably took my weapons and moved them to a special location.

I turned my head to get a better look of my surroundings. These were the only things that I found out: I was handcuffed in a chair, a table was in front of me, and in front of that was an open door. Well, these people are most certainly idiots if they just leave the door open for me to get out of here. If I get out of these cuffs, I can leave this place, retrieve my weapons, and get the Hell out of here.

Well then, I think it's about time I take my lea-

"Not so fast," I heard a voice beside me, goddammit. I turned to see the woman I met from the forest... what was her name? Fuck, all that I could remember was walking through the forest, killing those creatures alongside her, then I was knocked over the head with a rock by... oh, fuck me.

Goodwitch, her name was Glynda Goodwitch.

"You are to have a talk with the Headmaster in a little bit," she explained. I shook my head as I felt the bruise on my forehead pressing against my helmet.

"Agh... you bitch, why the fuck did you do tha-"

*SMACK!*

I felt my head shift hard to the side as I felt a hard smack as pain flooded the left side of my face. I blinked away the blurs in my vision to see the not-so-Goodwitch holding her riding crop in one of her hands.

"Ow," I only said.

"You talk too much," she glared at me with a cold look in her eye.

"Well, fuck you too."

*SMACK* went the other side of my face.

I shook my head to try and get rid of the pain, but it only worked slightly.

"Still feel like talking?" Glynda said. I swore that I saw a hidden smirk underneath that irritated expression of hers.

"It only tickles underneath this helmet... come on, hit me again! ...Hehehehahaha!" I spat before turning my head to look behind her, that was when I then broke out in sick laughter.

She raised the riding crop once more to strike at me.

"That's enough, Glynda!" I heard a voice come from behind the woman. I watched as she turned to see a man walking towards the two of them. This man wore shaded glasses and a green scarf, as well as a a black suit, vest and pants, with a green undershirt under his vest; and resting in his hand was a silver cane.

He continued to walk towards the two of us before stopping beside Glynda and in front of me from across the table.

After a long minute of silence, consisting of a staredown between me, this new guy, and Glynda, he finally spoke, "Ahem, my name is Professor Ozpin."

"Huh... okay," I said, the woman beside him merely scoffed at my ignorance.

"Do you know why my assistant has brought you here?" the man, this... Professor Ozpin, asked.

"To beat me into a pulp with that large rock of hers once more?" I guessed, turning to look at the woman through my helmet. I lowered my head slightly to make it appear as though I was glaring at her from behind my helmet when I was actually grinning quite evilly underneath.

'She ruins my day, I ruin hers. Zeta, Omicron, activate,' I thought, feeling the tingle of the two waking up within both the suit and my mind.

"We're up and fully operational. Eddy, are you alright? There seems to be three injuries: two abrasions on the left and right sides of your face as well as a bruise on your forehead. Permission to apply SIDDS-3?" the AI asked.

'Granted. While your currently working on that; Zeta?' I mentally responded before feeling a slight sting in the back of my neck before a short cold feeling began to spread to all three injuries before going numb.

"Yeah, Eddy?"

'Think you can find out more about this place that I'm in?'

"You don't even have to ask... ooh, there actually is a sort of Internet connection here... it's called the Cross-Continental Transmit System. Although it's much different than ours on Earth, I may be able to adapt to it. If I manage to work my way around it, mind if I take a look into the more... classified files, if such things are there?"

'That would be perfect. Thank you, Zeta.'

"You are most certainly welcome, I'll be back in a bit."

"My apologies, please forgive Glynda, she tends to go a little... overboard with situations such as these," he explained, I looked up to see Glynda glaring at the man before turning to look at me.

I shrugged in response, "No biggie, I actually think your 'assistant' here makes a good dominatrix."

The temperature of the room that I was in dropped several degrees as Glynda's eye began to twitch, "Excuse me?"

"Oh boy," Ozpin muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose while the woman's hands tightened further around her riding crop until her knuckles turned white.

"Well, not a 'good' good one, but you're pretty decent. If you wore a bit more black leather and used a whip, preferably with spiked strands at the end, instead of that rookie riding crop of yours, you might be a little more better at your job," my grin widened even further, watching as she stormed up to me and raised her riding crop to hit me again.

"Hit me and you're only proving my point," I said in response to her actions, stopping her in the mid-swing. She glared furiously at me, trying to consider her options before finally taking the high road, lowering her weapon and walking back to the man with a short huff.

Oh man, I loved being me.

Professor Ozpin continued to keep a straight face as he stared at me, "Are you two finished?"

"Yup/Of course, sir," we both said.

The man sighed at us and took off his glasses, setting them off to the side, revealing a pair of brown eyes.

"Now that you know about us, perhaps you may tell us a little bit about yourself."

I shifted my head back and forth as I considered it, "Alright then. My name is Eddy Winslow; born on the 5th of March, 1999 in the city of Salem, Massachusetts; former Staff Sergeant of the IAMC and... former mercenary of the Silverwyn Institution."

Ozpin frowned slightly as he turned to face Glynda, who shrugged her shoulders lightly in response before they turned to face me again, "Do you know where you are, Mister Winslow?"

"Your friend over here mentioned something about 'Beacon Academy', and since you're a professor, I'm guessing that you just so happen to work there," I concluded, receiving a nod in response.

"Correct. I am the Headmaster of Beacon, an Academy meant for teaching those that wish to fight the Creatures of Grimm," he explained, while Glynda pulled out a larger version of that clear phone she had.

"The what-now?" I cocked my head to the side in confusion, while the other two gave me a confused look as well.

"The Creatures of Grimm. Monsters that seek to destroy humanity, they come in many different forms: Ursai, King Taijitus, Goliaths, Beowolves, Nevermores-"

"Wait, hold on, go back a little," I said, noticing a word that the Headmaster had said.

"Nevermores?"

"No, one more."

"Beowolves?" Ozpin asked.

"Yeah, not-so-Goodwitch here said that word when we were in the woods. Let me guess: black beasts with white mask-looking faces?"

"Yes, you just summed up almost every Grimm that goes by that description. And from what Professor Goodwitch has told me, you successfully fended off a pack of Beowolves, a pair of Ursai, and actually managed to save Glynda's life," both the Headmaster and I turned to face the blonde-haired woman, who still held an irritated look.

"Well then, I guess you owe me one," I smirked underneath my helmet.

"Not in a million years," she responded before turning to face Ozpin, shaking her head at him.

"No?"

"No, he doesn't exist. Neither does this... Salem Massachusetts," she answered.

"Quite intriguing," the man hummed in thought.

"You two talking about me?" I asked, a little irritated by the secrecy, the cryptic responses, and the fact that they were talking about me.

"Actually, yes. Your name does not appear on any records, it's as though you have never existed. As well as your birthplace, Salem Massachusetts, there is no mention of it anywhere. Would you care to explain why you don't appear anywhere on the Web?" he asked.

Oh shit, come on! Think of something that would bullshit my way out of this, "Would you believe me if I told you that I am from another universe, and I happen to be a guy who died there and suddenly ended up in this place because some god was bored?"

'Fuck!' I screamed internally, though was still holding onto my best poker face.

"Well, it would explain why you suddenly ended up on the Emerald Forest's map, and the weapons that you possess are unlike the make and models of traditional Atlestian weaponry, or any other weapons for that matter, and that would explain your ignorance of the Creatures of Grimm," the Headmaster pointed out.

"Uh huh," I nodded.

"But I still find it suspicious that your supposed world has the same calendar as ours; for example, you said the fifth of March. Another thing that is quite odd is that you just so happen to speak our language, whereas if a person from another world were to end up on our planet, Remnant, I would expect that they speak another language."

Alright, those were good points as well.

"Okay, you got me. I was lying the whole time, just assume that I'm another average Joe with a suit that can enhance the abilities of the wearer," I replied sarcastically.

"I've seen many odd and peculiar things, Mister Winslow, but a man from another world transcends the very concept of far-fetched. However, due to the fact that you don't exist on any media on the CCTS, I will just pretend to go along with the fact that you are of another world and make an identity for you myself. Does that sound fair?" he asked.

"Sounds reasonable. Now, let's get to the important tidbits at hand, shall we?"

"Excellent idea, anyways," Ozpin said, "Your ability to fight against the creatures of Grimm is a necessity like every other student of my Academy. Which is why I am offering you a choice."

This got my interest , "Go on."

"I believe that with your ability to fight against the Grimm, with enough training you would make an excellent student. I am asking if you would like to enroll into Beacon Academy and become a Huntsman. Should you say no, I would have no problem. Here lies your choice, yes or no?"

"Professor Ozpin!" Glynda yelled in protest.

"He is capable of fighting off the Grimm with ease, as you have told me, so I see no reason why he shouldn't attend," Ozpin explained.

Alright, now he had my full attention. Either become a kickass 'Huntsman' and fight against those freakish crimes against nature, or leave and continue with my life, and furthermore, my job, despite the fact that I'm probably the only member of the Institution on this world.

"Alright, I accept," the Professor nodded and clapped his hands together in affirmation.

"Splendid, Mister Winslow. Now, I must ask for one last thing," he said.

"Okay, shoot," I responded.

"May you please remove your helmet? I would at least like to see the face of a future student before he attends. Would you please remove the cuffs, Glynda?"

I watched as Glynda hesitated and walked over to me, "No, no, it's fine. See?"

The professors watched as I pulled my arms away from the chair and set them on the table, with the handcuffs hanging limply from my right hand, "Done."

"How did you-?" Goodwitch tried to say before I interrupted her.

"Get out? Well my dear, handcuffs are usually meant for people who possess a minimum of two hands. Anything less and it would be easy for the stump's wrist to slip through the brace and allowing me complete freedom for the other hand. If you had remembered that I am an amputee, then it would've been easier to just cuff me to the chair and insert screws into the chair's legs so I wouldn't go anywhere," I answered, watching as Glynda's face began to turn red in anger before looking down in guilt for forgetting that I had lost my hand.

Eddy-1. Glynda-0.

"Though in your defense, I would've found a way to break out of that too, but it may have temporarily cost me my thumb," I finished before turning to Ozpin, who was still looking at me.

"What're you looking a- oh yeah," I pressed a button on the back of my helmet and listened as a hissing noise emitted from it. I felt the helmet loosen up before pulling it off with my right hand and balancing it with the left stump. I set the helmet down lightly on the table and looked back at Ozpin, who held a look of surprise on his face, I looked up to see Glynda with a look of utter shock on her face.

"What is it? Is there something on my face?" I asked, noticing that my voice was a little high-pitched. I then focused back on Ozpin to see that he shook his head in disappointment.

"My apologies, Mister Winslow, but I must revoke your enrollment at Beacon. It appears that you are far too young to attend," the Headmaster said, picking up his glasses and putting them back on.

"Really? I'm twenty-eight years old. That's too young for you?" my response caused Ozpin to chuckle before turning to look at Glynda.

"Professor Goodwitch, I think you hit him a little too hard on the head, wouldn't you say?"

"As much as it pains me, I had hoped that this boy was telling the truth about his age," she turned and stormed off, muttering things like 'this is so humiliating' or 'I'm such an idiot' before returning seconds later after venting out her frustrations in private.

While they had been talking, I took the time to pick up my helmet and stared into my reflection.

There were a few key things that stayed the same, such as my pale skin for one, blue eyes, blond hair, the small quantity of scars that covered my face, and that sexy thing I called a face; there were a few differences as well: such as the fact that my hair was longer and almost fell past my ears, while I usually kept my hair within a military-style buzz cut, and the fact that I LOOKED YOUNGER THAN I ORIGINALLY DID!

Jesus H. Christ, I was a kid again! Like I was just starting puberty or something.

'Omicron?' I asked the AI.

"Yes Eddy?"

'Run a scan on me and pinpoint my current biological age,' I ordered.

"Done... you are approximately thirteen years old," the AI responded, causing my heart to skip a beat in panic.

'Please scan yourself and tell me there are any bugs or errors in your programming, then calculate my age again,' I commanded once more, hoping that there was something wrong with the Computer Program.

"Already on it... none, you are still calculated at almost exactly thirteen years old," the AI repeated his scan. I felt a twinge of panic and anger at the news.

After testing my body to it's limits all those years... all the training that I had put myself through in the past... all flushed down the metaphorical toilet.

The Voice had said he would extend my life span, but this isn't what I had in mind!

"Are you okay, Mister Winslow? Eddy? Are you alright?" Ozpin waved his hand in front of my face, to which I slapping his hand away out of instinct.

"Yeah, I'm fine. So... what's going to happen to me now?" I asked.

"Well, since you were capable of fending off the Grimm on your own... I believe an early enrollment in Signal Academy would be a good idea," Ozpin suggested, "It is a school for younger people who want to become Huntsmen and Huntresses, having to graduate from that school before moving onto Beacon."

"Ahem," Ozpin looked up to see Glynda, who was looking down at him with a concerned expression, "I would like to provide an alternative option."

I looked up at her as well. Now what did she have in mind here?

"All right, let's hear it," the Headmaster nodded his head.

"Alone," the blonde-haired woman said, turning to look at me.

Ozpin hesitated for a second before facing me once more, "There's another room up ahead, just wait there until we are through talking."

I got up from my seat and headed for the door, waving behind him with a two-fingered salute, "See ya in a little bit."

The last few words I heard when I left the room were, "Alright then, Glynda. I would like to hear this alternative option."

Then the last word that I heard piqued my interest, but I would have find out more about it later.

"Caesar," she said.

-oOo-

"Caesar," Glynda responded. As expected, Ozpin scowled at the woman for using that word.

"Might I remind you how the project involving Subject 'Caesar' ended?" he scolded Goodwitch, who nodded in response.

She sighed at the reminder of the failure of 'Caesar', "Yes... I know, but I believe that this Eddy Winslow is different, despite his... unique personality."

Ozpin narrowed his eyes in concern, pressing his fingertips against one another as he continued to look up at her, leaning further into his seat.

"Tell me, Glynda, what do you think of Mister Winslow?" he asked her, to which she immediately responded.

"He's arrogant, sarcastic, sardonic, contains a slight sense of cynicism, borderline-narcissistic, glib, callous, juvenile, facetious, and... most likely promiscuous," she listed off the boy's flaws.

"Just like Caesar," he pointed out, causing the woman who stood in front of him to groan in frustration.

"Please bear with me; he's also talented, being able to fight off a pair of Ursai despite losing a hand in the process. When I relieved him of his weapons, I noticed that they were completely clean, and given that he was quite experienced with it, it suggests that he values professionalism. Despite his... many flaws, you yourself had said that he was a capable fighter. So if he is an experienced fighter now, imagine how he'll be when he grows older. He may best some of the more stronger creatures of Grimm," she countered the man's rebuttal.

"Exactly, a boy with that kind of power, combined with his personality and current experience would make him a dangerous tool, one that could be swayed by the enemy into fighting against us. His fate would be too unpredictable, a loose cannon, to be precise."

"One that would undoubtedly prove useful if he were properly guided," Glynda said.

Ozpin looked at the woman with a hardened look, "What you're asking for is a risk."

"Call it a game of chance."

"A gamble," Ozpin responded.

"With high stakes."

"And equally high risks. One false move and we'll lose those stakes, permanently. Are you really sure that you would want this to happen, despite what might come to be if you fail?" he asked, still concerned as to why Glynda Goodwitch of all people would want this person, one that she has a very... negative outlook on, to be trusted with an abandoned project... no, a formerly abandoned project that would require a deep amount of trust.

"Sometimes, you have to operate on faith," she said.

"That seems unwise, Glynda, even for you," Ozpin sighed, "Nonetheless... I'll accept these terms, but there will be a few conditions with this little experiment of ours."

"And what might these terms be?" Goodwitch raised an eyebrow.

-oOo-

I found myself sitting on a chair, reading through a magazine, my helmet resting under my elbow. The room I was currently in looked a little like one of those places where you enter a hospital and have to sit down and wait until the doctor calls for you, what were they called? Eh, I'm sure it'll come to me.

The magazine was a weapons magazine appropriately called 'Weapons'. As I continued to sift through each page, I started to notice a pattern within each page that was turned: the word 'Dust' and the fact that every weapon in there has at least a second transformation or more.

From what I could tell, 'Dust' seemed to be either some sort of source of energy, or even a propellant and substitute for gunpowder, as I read that some power-based weapons, such as the explosive hammer, required Dust to be used more effectively, while the ammunition can also be made up of different variants of Dust.

As for the 'every-melee-weapon-in-this-magazine-is-also-a-gun' dilemma, it seemed pretty pointless. If you lose a weapon such as that in the midst of battle, you lose both variants, it's ballistic form and it's melee form. Losing one meant losing both, putting you at risk in the heat of the fight; and unless you knew how to fight bare-knuckled effectively, you were royally fucked without your weapons.

Another thing that I found out was that Dust can create an explosion when fired from a gun similarly to using gunpowder, but from a logical hypothesis, this 'Dust' was actually a much quieter alternative. Why? Well,when I read these types of magazines before I joined the military, there were usually coupons for earplugs to use when using a gun, because those things were eardrum-rupturing loud when fired. I read several more magazines and didn't even find a single torn-out bit of paper suggesting that a coupon used to be there.

Eventually, I got bored of looking at all the different tools used to kill both man and monster and pulled out a deck of cards, Solitaire seemed like good idea. I reached over to open them before realizing I only had one hand. Sighing in frustration, I put the deck of cards away and pulled out a small flask from one of the pockets that were strapped to my suit. I raised the flask and took a sip, feeling the burning sensation of whiskey flow down my throat.

"Do you think it's wise to be drinking at such an age?" I turned to see Ozpin leaning on the door frame. I didn't want to be reminded of the age-old issue (no pun intended) that I was currently facing.

"Hah! You kidding me? My mother used to let me drink when I was ten, what're you talking about?" I said before taking another swig to prove my point.

"Well then, I have come to deliver you some news about your current predicament," he said, standing a few feet in front of me.

"Alright then, let's hear it," I crossed my arms over my chest, waiting for what this silver-haired professor had to say.

"You are not going to be attending Signal Academy. Instead, due to your obvious talent, you will be trained privately by a personal tutor. This person will teach you everything he knows on fighting the Grimm."

"And what makes this so different about the schools?" I asked, still not getting the point of what Ozpin was saying.

"Quality over quantity. While the other professors have to focus on teaching a large amount of students, an individual tutor will teach you. Dealing with a single student will provide a larger variety of knowledge as well as more opportunities for the student himself. In summary: in a matter of two to four years, you would be on par with an average Huntsman by the time this tutor has finished your education," he explained in a more detailed manner.

"And how long would it take for a student of... my age to become a full Huntsmen?" I asked once more.

"The average student spends three years learning in Signal, before having to spend the next four years on a team in Beacon," Ozpin answered, as soon as he said that, Professor Goodwitch walked in at that moment to see what was going on.

And what did he say? Two to four years in my case? Well hot damn! That seemed like some quality education right there. This seemed too good to pass up.

"And who would be my tutor?"

"Funny you would ask. Although Glynda was the one who suggested your alternative, I nominated myself to be your tutor," he said, motioning to her with his head. I turned to look at her, but she glared at me with a look I knew all too well, the 'you-better-be-worth-all-this-trouble-' look.

I frowned an looked at him, "You don't really look much like a fighter to me."

He scoffed lightly at my response, "I can assure, looks can be deceiving."

"I would know, just like Goodwitch over there, right?"

"Don't push it," she growled, her hand reaching for her riding crop.

"Okay okay, jeez. Okay Ozpin, I'll accept this. But I ask for one thing and one thing only," I said with a serious look on my face.

"And what might that be?" Ozpin asked.

I responded by pulling out a small hand-sized pouch, and inside of it was, you guessed it, my other hand. I used my teeth and my right hand to pry open the bag and empty the contents on a nearby table.

I turned to see that Glynda looked sickened as she realized what I was doing, expected to hear the soft thump of flesh hitting the wood of the table. But instead, she heard a rather loud clang. She looked to see that the hand that had landed on the table was not a hand made of flesh and bone, but of metal and wires. The prosthetic hand itself looked sleek and very futuristic, a light grey in color, The wrist held fragments of twisted and torn metal.

"I need a new hand. This one was a little rusty, and I hope you can do better with making a replacement. Sounds fair?" I asked, watching as the man smiled lightly in response.

"Of course, I wouldn't want my new pupil to have an impairment stopping him, now would we?" he asked in response, holding out his hand.

Pupil? Ugh, I hope this doesn't become a regular thing...

Nevertheless, I shook the Headmaster's hand, unknown of what was in store for me in the future.

Disclaimer: And that wraps up the second chapter of RWBY: The Gunman. What will be in store for our new anti-hero, Eddy? Who knows, you'll just have to find out and see in the next chapter.

Also, why did I write this fic in this way? Well, almost every OC story I read has the character immediately thrown into Beacon, while this protagonist has a more... accelerated program to act as stepping stones on his way to becoming part of the canon story (and before you guys point out what I said, yes I did that on one of my previous fics and yes, I'm fully aware of what I just said contradicting what have done. Sue me, I'm a hypocrite) .

Let me know what you guys think about this story.

And as always, stay beautiful, ladies and gents.