RWBY: Crimson Ghoul
(This is the GoofyDoober of the future. I fixed a lot of mistakes in this chapter. There might be a few baby ones left but that's to be expected. Alright Future GoofyDoober out!)
RWBY and Tokyo Ghoul are owned by their respective owners
Chapter 1:
He didn't stand a chance. He'll admit for a simple SS ranked ghoul, he lasted a lot longer than most ghouls would. That saying something when you're fighting against someone nicknamed White Reaper. Isaac even drew blood against him, he should be proud. But Arima spilled more, gallons more.
'What went wrong' was a constant phrase that lapped in his mind. Did he not try hard enough? Or was he just too weak in general? It didn't really matter now, he was dying.
Isaac laid on the rundown streets of the 21st ward, missing an arm, hand and a bloody busted knee. His kakuja mask was slightly broken too, his human eye showing, facing the sky. That beautiful star-filled sky.
Isaac so rarely star-gazed lately and he forgot how breathtaking it was. How the stars twinkled and glowed, blending in with the lights of Tokyo, almost like a painting. A small warm smile crept on his face as he looked throughout the sky. The stars were one of few things that could calm him anymore. His eyes darted to each light in the sky until finally settling on the moon. It shined brightly, almost as if it was beholding him. The reaper Arima looked emotionless, allowing him his last gaze of his life, standing a few inches away from him with a bloody IXA at hand.
"It's beautiful," he choked out as Isaac closed his eyes with a distant smile on his face. 'I wonder what Hell is like,' he sneered with his last thoughts. His eyelids grew heavy and body numb as he faded from existence.
"Hmph, Hell is better than I thought," Isaac spoke coarsely as he laid in an alleyway. He felt kind of blank mentally. His body was aching and numb at the same time. Isaac turned his head to the left expecting something surprising. What actually surprised him more was that it was just a wall. He turned his to the right to find more wall. Isaac glared at the wall greatly confused. He grunted as he slowly leaned up, his muscles screaming at him the entire way but he paid them no mind. He leaned on his two hands, as he sat up and looked around him. It seemed that he was in between two cobblestone buildings.
Isaac's mouth was slightly agape looking at the scenery. If this is hell then something should at least be disturbing. He stood up on his feet and slowly walked out of the alleyway, with a slight limp in his foot. He stumbled out into the middle of an empty street, falling on his knees. Cars and quiet houses lined it up and down. He was so confused. Even if he somehow survived, this isn't wasn't he was. Isaac looks up into the sky trying to get any detail on his location. His eye widened as he stared the ominous sight.
"What the hell?" he mumbled as he stood tall on shaky feet. "W-What happened to the moon?"
It was completely broken. It was like somebody took a huge chunk out of it. But why? Not only does this place not look like heaven or hell, but the moon is shattered too! Isaac grabbed his head in frustration and confusion and noticed something else. His helmet was gone. His precious helmet that reminded him of home. As long as he had that he knew he was safe.
Isaac slowly began to calm himself, breathing in and out, as he focused on his missing mask and not the world around him. He let his hands fall off his face and focused his Rc cells into making it. Red tendrils grow from the middle of the neck and begin to cover his face, forming the eye holes until finally stopping at the back of his head. Isaac let out at a tired sigh and began to rethink his situation.
His body was sore but more or less fine and so was his clothing. Two, everything around him seemed perfectly normal, well except for the sky anyway. But he'll freak out over that later. It could simply be another ward. Why and how he would get here, he had no idea. Third and most importantly he was starving. He nearly double over in pain at the new realization.
Isaac grabs his stomach as it rumbles. He hasn't been this hungry in a while. He forgot what this pain was like. 'Ok, eating first and figuring where I am second.' He nodded to himself in confirmation. He slowly stood up on unsteady legs. Wondering if they're any thuggish humans or ghouls around, he starts hastily traveling through the streets of Vale. After a few minutes of walking, he feels the strength in his legs come back to him. As a test he crouches down and focuses all his strength into his legs. He shoots up through the air and lands on a building. "I still got it," he says as he launches onto building after building.
Unbeknownst to him, Isaac was being watched.
"Well they seem thuggish enough," Isaac muttered on a rooftop staring over strange people who he thought were ghouls because of their masks, but he's never seen a group of ghouls with such masks...or animal parts. He found them by chance really. They were make quite a bit of noise in the middle of the night.
"We need to start hauling! Adam wants these dust crates on the Bullheads immediately!" A man with a black furry tail commanded to what seemed to be grunt soldiers of some kind.
"Yes, Lieutenant!" multiple grunts responded enthusiastically and began to load crates into a warehouse.
"Dust? What's Dust?" Isaac mumbled as he looked over the Faunus. They were at the docks and were loading crates into an abandoned warehouse. People were constantly coming in and out of the building to get more of this "Dust" from giant blue metal containers. Judging by the time of night and uniforms, they were stealing this material. He was aiming for a purse stealer, but any type of crime was good for him. He cracks his knuckles and jumps off the building, landing stealthily. In a leisurely fashion, he began walking towards them. He could feel his hands twitch with anticipation.
A White Fang grunt stretching his back was the first to notice him. If it wasn't for the black rubber battle suit lined in chains and the strange helmet, he could've played it off as being a normal kid. But Isaac honestly didn't care about blending in, he was just hungry. "Hey kid, who are and what are you doing here?" the deer Faunus questioned. Isaac didn't reply but stopped walking and simply stared at the man. He crossed his arms, daring him to do something. Isaac's entire demeanor ticked him off in an unsettling way.
"John, who are you talking to?" a female dog Faunus asked her friend as she walked towards him.
"Oh Mary, this kid walked in out of nowhere and won't say anything," the newly named John explained, pointing at Isaac.
The girl looked over the boy and visibly cringed at his appearance. She felt the same uneasiness that her comrade did. It's when you look at someone that you just know is up to no good. "Just bring him to the boss, he'll know what to do with him," she suggested.
John simply shrugged. "Gotcha," he said and began to walk towards Isaac. "Okay kid, come with me and everything will be fine," the man began to reach out for him. Before his hand could touch Isaac, the ghoul grabbed it violently and crushed the bones in the man's arm. Isaac pulled him closer and cocked his hand back into a balled fist.
The man could only gasp in pain before Isaac shoved his hand straight through the man's skull and brain, coming out the other end bloodied and covered in brain matter. With a wet and gushing sound, Isaac pulled his hand out the faunus's head. The man's body slumps down to his knees, lifeless.
Isaac put the bloodied hand on the dead man's shoulder and grabbed his arm with the other.
And pulled.
Another series of revolting sounds of meat tearing and bone popping was heard until the dead man's arm came off. Getting exactly what he wanted, Isaac let go of the man's shoulder and stepped to the side, letting the body drop onto the concrete. He brought the arm to his face sniffing deeply of the fresh flesh. The zigzag line where his mouth would be opened and allowed him access to the flesh in front him. Isaac brought his mouth closer and took a bite. Satisfying blood and meat filled his mouth, tasting like the greatest treat. He let the taste water in his mouth before he swallowed.
Gulp
He could immediately feel his ghoul body acting to the new nourishment. Isaac wasted no time in taking bite after bite of the arm, getting as much meat as he could from the meal. Mary could only watch in paralyzed horror as she watched her dear friend get killed in front of her and have his arm ripped off and eaten like a drumstick. Blood and sinew savagely dropped to concrete as he paid the woman no mind. "W-What the hell...," she muttered with her lip quivering. Isaac slowly turned towards the girl as her heart skipped a beat.
All of a sudden, a red haze appeared at his lower back before a spindly and jointed red appendage shot out, easily being six feet tall in length. She could only scream for a moment before Isaac's Rinkaku shot straight through her ribs. She looks down at her pierced chest right before he withdraws it from her, letting her fall to the ground. Her blood pooled on the solid concrete. Isaac turns his attention to the half-eaten arm in his hands and takes one more big bite before dropping it.
He swallows and slowly turns toward the front of the warehouse. Everyone outside was staring at him looking terrified and appalled. Even the Lieutenant looked as if he would pee himself at any moment. The mouth section of his helmet then closes again as he hunched over.
Seven more of his kagune, same as the last, shoot out of his lower back. Four on each side similar to a spider. They twitched and shimmered ominously as Isaac began to walk forward. The Lieutenant saw this as a good time to take action. He took in a large breath and yelled.
"FIRE!"
The White Fang quickly brought out their weapons. Some machine-guns, and some sidearm pistols ready to fire. Unfortunately, they were not quick enough to fire as Isaac sticks his appendages into the ground, propelling him forward and into the sky. While in the air he forms his Ukaku kagune. Each wing growing and simultaneously overlapping itself with hardened tendrils. His Rinkaku aimed towards eight guards on each side of him.
They could barely even run as they were all rammed through by his Rinkaku, becoming shish kabobs.
'11 left,' his blood-addled mind told himself.
Isaac's kagune penetrated the ground, keeping him hoisted in the air. Isaac's Ukaku wings bulge and splinter as he thrusts them towards the group in front of him, sending out a volley of long, hardened thorns. These soldiers had actually begun firing.
The crimson thorns clashed against the bullets, but the density of the wave was much stronger and killed ten White Fang, leaving only the Lieutenant who was able to survive with one thorn sticking in his side. In the span of a few seconds Isaac had taken out, nineteen armed fighters like it was child's play and was going to finish the job. Isaac's Rinkaku lowered himself down to the ground as he stared at the Lieutenant, pointing his Ukaku wings straight at him. The Lieutenant was breathing heavily as his aura tried healing his injuries and pulled out a walkie-talkie. "This is your Lieutenant do you copy!" he sounded desperate, hoping someone would respond.
"Sir, I hear you loud and clear! What's happening, who's attacking us?!" The person on the other side sounded frantic. They heard gunfire and screaming and were afraid to go outside.
"I don't know just prepa-," his sentence was cut short as Isaac shot forward and shoved his hardened wings into the Lieutenant's chest while still looking him in the eyes. "Pre..pare your...selves." he choked out as Isaac aggressively ripped him in two with his wings. Isaac waves the blood of his hand, nonchalantly as he began to calm down.
"...I think I went a bit overboard," Isaac complained to himself as he looked around. He sighed and his crossed arms in disappointment, 'I haven't been that consumed by hunger in a while. I guess that's a good thing.' He looked at the warehouse. The helmeted ghoul was surprised that they all listened to the Lieutenant and stayed inside to prepare. "Well they all know I'm here so I guess I have no reason to hold back," he said deciding to embrace his blood lust for now. But while he had the time, he decided to think on some things.
These people were definitely not ghouls and were more or less human, although their animal parts are...disconcerting. Also none them seem to be CCG, thank god. He didn't want to mess with them after what happened with Arima. He wanted to lay off their radar for a while.
Isaac cleared his thoughts and walked towards the warehouse that suddenly went quiet. 'My Bikaku might come in handy in this situation,' he thought as a red mist formed at his hip. A nine foot long and a foot wide tail, ending with a sharp point, slithered out. With a Bikaku as large as his, small contained areas became his specialty. Fully prepared, Isaac walks towards the warehouse doors that were open and ominously dark. He was surprised again they had half a mind not to attack as he started moving in. He could guess that they wanted him fully inside before they started firing.
He walked into the middle of the old building slowly, chains jingling as he moved. The place was filled with crates and boxes which they were undoubtedly hiding behind. He looked up to see people aiming over railings on each side of the building, connected by a bridge. They were trained on his movements. 'These guys aren't too smart are they?' Isaac smirked and used his tail to jump up and land in between the crowd of the catwalk.
Everyone began to panic. People move out from the cover of boxes and start searching for him. While the people on the rafters pull out swords and other assortments of melee weapons. Isaac swings his huge tail behind him, smashing multiple people's bones and sending bodies into each other. He jumps back into the newfound space and crouches on all fours. He swings his tail over him sending it into a White Fang soldiers head with a sickening crunch. The massive force blows him back into the others behind him. Isaac wraps his Ukaku wings on both arms, forming corkscrew blades as he stood up.
Though the blades end up being shorter and less durable, they were perfect in this situation. He dashed forward cutting a man completely in two. He pushes the body to the side and does a 360 spin, slicing a group of people in half. Isaac then jumps and does a somersault in mid-air slamming his tail onto another group of White Fang. The metal dents and buckles under the massive force.
White Fang on the other side of the warehouse began to fire at him. The ghoul without even looking, expertly weaves through all the bullets fired at him. Isaac turns towards them and reels back his Rinkaku. He thrusts them forward with deadly accuracy. Those not fast enough to duck were all nailed to the wall. The White Fang below wouldn't dare fire at their angle, lest they shoot their brethren. But one did not share the same concern as he pulls out a dust grenade from a crate, pulls the pin and throws it.
Isaac was oblivious to the grenade being thrown as he tries to withdraw his Rinkaku from the wall. He loses his patience and simply lets them fade into mist. An Owl Faunus tries to take advantage of his situation and runs up to him, sword raised. Isaac ducks and kicks the owl Faunus directly in the chest, crushing their ribs. He pulls back and sends a storm of thorns behind him with his Ukaku blades, cutting down a group of Faunus. He then suddenly feels something metal, bonk against his helmet. He looks down to see a round metal object fall to the ground. Isaac responds with a 'tsk' before jumping over the railing just in time to escape a fiery explosion.
The man who threw the grenade runs forward with an over-sized machete and lunges at the ghoul boy. The blade snaps on contact only making a slight ding sound on his helmet, but the ghoul paid it no mind as he looked up. The fiery inferno that the Faunus man started, consumed the people he was fighting on the railings. They scream in agony as the ones not killed by the explosion were being roasted by the flames.
Isaac grows agitated at the waste of life. Why would this man kill his own friends and fighters without a second thought! It was complete idiocy to just kill comrades without thinking of the consequences! He turns towards the Faunus as he starts to back away in fear. "You wanted to kill me so bad, that you killed your own people!" Isaac snapped as his three eye holes where each of his eyes should be, slightly enlarged becoming pitch black with a red iris surrounding them all. He felt a primal rage build in him and he released it.
"PEOPLE LIKE YOU DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE!" his voice became distorted with rage. His Ukaku blades grow and sharpen. His tail bulges and thickens menacingly. His Rinkaku explode out of his back, but the underside now covered in sharp spines. Finally his Bikaku kakujan, disjointed and obtuse at the end grows. Wrapping around his body and raising over his shoulder. It resembled a flail but the spikes and ball were a glassy black.
Isaac sticks his blades into the sides of the man's chest then rips him in half, covering himself in blood and gore. His kakujan flicks a spiky ball towards the entrance, exploding into a blockade of black glass spikes with red tips, blocking them in. His tail flails about violently in the room, slamming people into boxes filled with fire dust causing explosions. His Rinkaku stabs randomly, impaling and stabbing people at breakneck speeds, to quick for anyone to process. White Fang ran terrified as they tried to search for cover.
He sent wide arcs of shards from his Ukaku blades at people trying to run and hide. Blood from his spastic attacks splatters on his mask, making him see a literal red haze. Isaac roars and shoots forward, cutting down everyone that gets in his way. From cutting them in half to dismembering them completely. Each cut and slash splattered his clothing in more and more blood and gore, coloring him Crimson. The rampage continued for 5 minutes, until every White Fang harmless or not, was ripped apart.
"Sir, I don't understand why this is necessary," Glynda told the headmaster next to her.
"We both saw the footage Glynda, that young man looked prepared for battle. It is more likely than not, that he's involved in this," he explained to his trusted partner before taking a sip of his coffee.
"If I may ask Ozpin, why do you wish to see this boy so much?" Glynda asks as she narrows her eyes at her boss.
"I simply wish to speak with him, ask some questions," Ozpin held a very small grin, knowing why she asked. She only sighed as she brings her attention to her scroll. She knew he really wanted to know.
Based off his physique, a boy was seen heading towards the docks of Vale where White Fang activity was spotted. Glynda knew Ozpin would probably give them the same proposition that he gave Miss Rose if he truly went to fight them. She just hoped that the boy would end up being more mature than her. She wouldn't deny that Ruby was a strong fighter, but she was still too young. She deserves more time to mature in the Academy before Beacon.
The Bullhead driver told them they would be landing soon and they stood, waiting for the door to open. Ozpin swore he heard the pilot gag but didn't ask why. When it did open, they were both mortified to see dead bodies littered outside a warehouse, all brutally killed. Glynda looked as if she would lose her lunch, never seeing such blatant murder achieved in a short amount of time. Ozpin scowled for a moment, looking down at a dismembered arm. His face returned to being stoic as he walked forward. "Who would do this?" Glynda muttered as she observed the slaughter. Not even the White Fang deserved such treatment. They both got closer and closer to the closed off doors of the warehouse. Black crystals with red tips blocked the opening.
They turned and nodded at each other before Glynda broke the barricade with her telekinesis.
She wished she hadn't.
They both witnessed a repulsive mess. Gore and viscera were strewn across the walls, drenching the room. White Fang operatives' body parts were scattered across the floor endlessly. Crushed dust boxes obviously exploded, creating patches of black soot, mixing with the blood. The dust that didn't explode glowed ominously on the floor. The whole entire atmosphere of the room was heavy and reeked of metallic copper.
Ozpin and Glynda then both noticed a figure standing in the middle of the slaughter. A young man wearing a black rubber suit that was draped in bloody chains, dripping every few seconds. His black cargo shorts were stained with blood, ruining the perfect dye. But what disturbed them most was the blank strange mask the person wore on their face. Showing no emotion to the carnage around him. Isaac had heard them coming in and seethed all of his kagunes, hoping that he wouldn't need to kill more tonight.
Glynda readied her riding crop, pointing it at the figure. The ghoul slowly turns towards Glynda with a blank stare that made her shiver. But Ozpin gestured a hand to stop her. He turns to the ghoul with a stoic expression. "Excuse me, young man, may I ask if you did...this?" Ozpin said gesturing to the bloody mess on the walls.
Isaac said nothing for a moment, thinking on how to respond. "Yes...I did," he said monotone, nodding sagely.
"Can you tell me why?" he questioned, narrowing his eyes at the ghoul.
The ghoul only shrugged. "They were stealing all of this 'Dust'. Is that not a good reason?" he taunted with no emotion.
Ozpin let out a tired sigh before speaking. "You do have a point, but all this was not necessary... What is our name young man?"
Isaac wondered if he should give an alias or his real name. They seemed to be pretty reasonable with him despite being covered in blood, and besides he could always run away or kill them. "My name is...Isaac Keller," he replied hesitantly.
"Well Isaac, my name is Ozpin. Do you mind if we step outside a bit, get some fresh air?" Ozpin gestured behind him.
"...Sure," he replied. Ozpin and Glynda, who was watching Isaac with caution, turned and left the warehouse for the more tolerable massacre outside. Once they got a few feet away from it, Isaac began to unravel his helmet as an act of trust. Secrets now would only make him seem less trustworthy. As they turned around, the two hunters were surprised to see how young Isaac looked. His child-like face wore a careless expression and was clean from the gore that decorated his body. "So, what do you want to talk about?" Isaac asked raising a questioning eyebrow.
Ozpin turned towards Glynda who was looking at him with a disapproving glare. "I take it you know about Huntsman?"
"Of course I do," he lied to them.
"Well, in that case, have you ever thought of directing your time and energy into doing that instead of this?" Ozpin questioned.
"I have," Isaac lied again.
"Then would you like to become a student at Beacon, as headmaster I can grant you access?" he suggested to the young ghoul.
Isaac looked a bit perturbed by the offer. "Yeah sure, it seems I've got nothing better to do."
Ozpin let out small, but notable smile. "I'm glad. But know that school starts soon. I'd recommend you start studying."
"Trust me I will. So if you need I'm gonna go... Goodbye." he said quietly as he zoomed off towards the residential area of Vale, wanting out of the strange situation.
The headmaster watched him run off at lightning speeds while taking a sip of his coffee. "Well, he'll be an interesting student," he said with a tired sigh.
Glynda stood furious. "Ozpin! I can understand why with Ruby Rose, but why him!"
Ozpin shrugged. "Why not, it's not like he's going to do this at Beacon."
"Sir, you know that's not the point. People who can do this," she gestured to the death around them. "Are dangerous."
"I know he's dangerous Glynda. But that's why I want to have faith in this boy."
Glynda looked confused. "Faith? In what?"
"Faith that he can be a better person. This isn't the first time I've offered second chances to troubled youths."
"First of all, if he hadn't shown his face you wouldn't have offered him that choice. And in all due respect sir, he seemed far from troubled."
"Well, we'll see if he truly is then." Ozpin sipped on his coffee as he stared in the direction the ghoul ran off to. Glynda gave up on arguing, seeing that Ozpin made up his mind. She began walking back to the Bullhead trying to look away from the massacre. Ozpin stared into the distance one last time before following shortly after.
'Well they were interesting,' Isaac told himself as he jumped on a high roof of a building. Why would he ask me to go to his school? Sure he never did go to school himself, but only because he never had a way to and learned everything on his own. Why would he even want to at his age?
Isaac pulled out a scroll that he found on one of the dead bodies of the White Fang. The ghoul found it a bit strange. It was like a regular phone save for its strange glass features.
Isaac looked at the still broken moon and decided to embrace this new landscape. He began typing in words, starting with 'Dust' to gain some insight on the world. He greatly wished he kept his curiosity to himself as he began learning more about his new world and situation.
A/N: That took longer than I thought it would, I need to make a schedule for these things. Also if anyone is wondering about the future I don't ever plan on taking a month long break. Unless it's something serious of course. Not only that, but I plan on making these chapters longer. Hurray! For the next chapter, Isaac will meet team RWBY and will go through initiation. I wonder how it will end. Now I must bid you adieu. Feel free to ask questions, review or whatever.
