A/N: Forgot to say this last chapter. We all have to say it when we post stories.
Bloodborne is properly owned by FromSoftware.
RWBY is properly owned by Monty Oum, and RoosterTeeth.
I don't own anything except the story.
A thin layer of sweat covered his exposed, scared skin. His teeth ground hard against each other. The man tossed and turned violently in his sleep, so much so that the nurses had to restrain him for his own safety, and their own of course. Though passing fast before his closed eyes, his failures, the beasts he's fought, the nightmares slain, and the sins he not only bore witness too, but also committed, haunted his sleeping mind.
The coat of blood the man was covered in had been washed off by the doctors, which exposed the hundreds of scars covering his body. The attire he arrived in was currently being washed for him, though, Ozpin took his weapons and satchel and was currently over looking them in his office. Glynda, who had been keeping a close eye on him stepped away to go and speak with the two students who were the closest to the incident.
The Hunter began thrashing aggressively, pulling on the restraints with all his might. The straps whined as he subconsciously pulled on them. Suddenly he bolted straight up screaming, snapping the strap that was holding his chest down. When he stopped he was panting heavily, sweat covering his body, though thicker than before, and a stray crimson tear rolled down his cheek.
After a short moment, he collected his thoughts, shaking his head. He looked around, taking in the white walls. He noticed that he was strapped to the bed with a strange white garb on. He saw strange boxes that had moving pictures on them and several tubes were hooked into him. The walls had several windows in them that had some kind of cover over two of them, not drapes. His mind started running fast as lightning.
'Where am I? What's going on? Am I being experimented on? Why am I restrained to this white bed?' He thought, pulling against the restraints, feeling them begin to strain against his pull.
The door to the room opened up to a woman wearing blue clothes, who had a worried look on her face. Her auburn hair was up in a tight bun, and her forest green eyes trained on him. The Hunter began to pull on the restraints harder, remembering the horrors the healing church did to their patients.
'Only a little more,' he thought.
"Oh dust, you're awake," she said, relief washing her face. "Calm down, those were for your safety, we didn't want you to pull any of the tubes out while you thrashed in your sleep. I can take them off, just don't leave the bed please."
"What experiments have you been doing to me?" The Hunter asked, glaring at the woman.
"What do you mean?" She replied.
"Don't play innocent with me. I know the horrible experiments the Healing Church are all too happy to perform," he spat, pulling harder against the restraints.
"Sir, you need to calm down. I don't know this Healing Church you speak of. I need you to-"
The Hunter yanked hard and broke free of his left arm restraint and quickly made to undo the rest. The nurse bolted from the room. Once he was free, he stood from the bed, though shakily, and looked for an exit.
'Alright, window and door are my only exits. If I take the window, I could seriously hurt myself, or die from the fall. The door on the other hand could be full of the members of the Church and without my weapons, I won't stand a chance.'
Two men stepped through the door, both wearing white shirts and trousers, cutting the Hunters' train of thought.
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to calm down for a moment. Let's talk this out," one of the men said.
"I will not be experimented on by the Church. I've already killed Lady Maria and exposed your sins. You will not have me," the Hunter threatened. 'Window it is, hope I'm not to high up,' he thought before jumping through.
"Tuck and roll, tuck and roll," he chanted to himself as he fell from the second story. He did as he chanted and tuck and rolled once he hit the ground. When he came to his feet, he was taken back by the sight.
The size of the academy, rivaled that of Cathedral Ward, though not Yarhnam. He found himself on a long, wide avenue leading up to what appears to be the main academy buildings and their large, impressive main doorways, surrounded by a double ring of colonnades bisected by the main avenue with the outer ring rising high over the main entrance to the academy itself. The avenue is marked with trees and flag-draped light-poles, as well as a number of impressive aqueduct-like features and archways. In front of what appeared to be the main building, was a large fountain with a stone statue in front of it.
The statue was of two people, a man and a younger-looking female, who had cat ears, standing on a rock outcropping. They were both dressed in a robe with hoods over their heads. The male held a sword in his right hand, raised in a seemingly triumphant gesture. The younger female had a double-edged battle-ax in her left hand and was looking off to the side into the distance. Below the two figures was a werewolf looking in the same direction as the male figure.
The most prominent part of the academy buildings was a large tower. The tower was surmounted by a number of green spheres or lights, as well as an intricate clockwork mechanism consisting of many interlocking cogs and gears that could be seen even from the ground.
The air was filled with strange aromas and sounds the hunter didn't know, but he knew there was a large body of water nearby.
Students, that were scattered across the open court yard, turned to see what the noise was. The Hunter looked around frantically, trying to find the safest path to escape. He didn't fail to notice the few people who had animal parts on them, but shoved the thought down before he got to distracted. A blonde haired boy with blue trousers and light upper body armor, walk up to him hesitantly.
"Hey man, are you alright?" He asked.
The Hunter spotted the sword on his hip and lunged for it, quickly drawing it from its sheath and throwing the boy away. The sword was simplistic in design and was slightly lighter than what the Hunter was use to. He held the sword in his left hand, like he would, rarely, with the Blades of Mercy in its collapsed form.
A girl with red hair up in a ponytail, stepped between the Hunter and the boy. Her top consisted of two layers. The top layer was a light-brown, strapless top split divided vertically with some bronze patterns. The bottom layer is a low bronze V-neck. She wore an elastic, black, A-line miniskirt and brown opera-length gloves on both arms. She wore a red ankle-length drapery that appeared to be wrapped around her skirt. She had elaborate bronze greaves that start below her mid-thigh, continuing downwards into her boots and a pair of cuisses that begin mid-thigh and end slightly above her knees. She also donned a bronze bracer on top of the sleeve on her left arm, which appears to be able to connect and disconnect from her shield easily. Her high-heeled boots are brown with bronze trim, matching her skirt and sleeves, and reach up to mid-calf.
She had drawn a bronze and red colored sword and bronze shield from her back, poised to attack as she stared the Hunter down.
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to calm down. Drop the sword so we can talk like humans," the girl said.
"Where am I?" The Hunter asked, not dropping his stance.
"Beacon Academy in Vale. Please drop the sword."
"You expect me, a hunter, to drop my weapon when you are ready to attack?"
The girl slowly relaxed and sheathed her weapons, raising both hands up passively. "How is that for you? I don't want a fight. Please drop the sword"
The Hunter looked around to the gathering crowd, looking for any kind of hostility. After a long, tense, moment, he finally dropped his sword arm down, keeping a light hold on the sword.
"Thank you. My name is Pyrrha, what's yours?" Pyrrha asked.
"I don't have one," the hunter replied, looking around nervously, "or more like don't remember it. I haven't had to use a name in a long time."
"Where are you from?"
"Yharnam. I don't recognize the names Beacon and Vale. Tell me, are you part of the Healing Church?" He asked, tightening his grip on the sword.
Pyrrha gave him a quizzical look. "No, I have never heard of this Healing Church you speak of."
"So if you aren't with the Church, then why do you have-"
"Move out of the way," said a woman, making her way through the crowd.
She had very light-blonde hair tied back in a bun with a curl hanging down the right side of her face. Her eyes were bright green and she wore thin ovular glasses. She had teal hanging earrings with a small bead identical to her earrings on her collar. She wore a white long-sleeved suit that exposes part of her chest, and puffy sleeves that tighten near the wrist before spreading back out near her hands. Her lower body had a black business skirt with buttons running in a vertical line up the front of it and lighter black-brown stockings. She wore black boots with brown heels, and wears a tattered cape that is purple inside and black on the outside, decorated by a row of diamond-shaped brown beads going horizontally across her cape.
She took on the situation, noticing the tense stance the student and stranger were holding. She glanced around at the crowd.
"Alright, nothing to see here students. Be on your way. Miss Nikos, care to explain what happened?" The woman asked, turning from the crowd towards Pyrrha.
"Yes Professor," Pyrrha began, then went on to explain the situation. When Pyrrha was finished, the woman closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. After a moment she looked up and walked over to the hunter, giving him a death glare that a lesser man would cower away from. The Hunter stood his ground, tightening his grip on the sword..
"My name is Glynda Goodwitch, a teacher here. Right now you are going to listen and do as I say," Glynda ordered sternly. The hunter tightened his grip on the sword. "You are going to return the sword back to Mr. Arc, then both of us are going to go back into the infirmary until your clothes are finished being washed. Once you are dressed we are going to Ozpin's office so you can explain yourself."
The hunter looked her up and down, sizing her up. 'I could take her, but I would be at a disadvantage without my gear. She looks to study the arcane arts.' He looked over towards Pyrrha, 'Yet, the redhead could join in also, thus making my chance of survival dwindle down. Best play it safe, for now.'
The hunter slowly raised the sword, grabbing the blade near the guard with his right hand, then slid his left down the flat of the blade towards the tip. He presented the sword towards the boy he took it from and bowed his head.
Mr. Arc looked at the sword cautiously. "You do know that is and aggressive stance right?"
"It is only aggressive if it is my sword hand. I'm left handed," the hunter replied, not looking up.
The blond took the sword and sheathed it. The hunter straightened up and turned back towards the building he came from to wait for his attire with Glynda in close pursuit.
A/N: Another chapter down. Hope you enjoy reading the story so far. In the next chapter you will be getting a full(ish) description of the Hunter and his attire along with some other goodies. Now this story will not fully follow cannon (since this is a fan fiction) of either RWBY or Bloodborne as there were some things I will change in Bloodborne. Hopefully I won't get to much backlash from what I change and it will all work out. As always, please review, and if you have questions just ask (in either a comment, review, or PM) and I will get back with you as soon as I can.
Oct 21: Sorry for the misspelling of Glynda.