Wisdom Is Revenge: Blood Rush


A/N: Hey everyone, I noticed that I got a few favorites on this story which is just awesome! The favorites not the story. Any ways, I wanted to say that I was able to put a little more into this chapter but, if it still doesn't seem all that great to you guys then PLEASE Actually let me know. I won't be upset to hear that I need to fix something, unlike many other authors, I'll actually be glad. Also, if I am doing fine as is just leave a little comment or review saying so please. Any kind of feedback is good at this point. One quick finally thing; there is some descriminatory content in this chapter so, I want everyone to know that I have nothing against homosexuals, bisexuals or, even the regular heterosexual (straight) people out there. Now, without further ado, WISDOM IS REVENGE.


Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY.


" Hey Creil. Where were you? We didn't see you at breakfast." An energetic blond slung an arm around the youth's shoulders. Just his luck; he tried to sneak away during breakfast to equip his twin blades to his right hip and, across his lower back with the handle also facing his right side. He had just finished equipping the broadswords when both Yang and Ruby caught up to him.

" I had to get ready for the initiation so, I came here to get ready." He weasled out of Yang's arm and stood facing the two with a calm expression.

" You all right? You seem a little more... not shy?" Ruby asked with uncertainty.

He wondered what she meant. He was the same as usual before a fight. Not pumped up but, calm, relaxed and ready for anything that would be thrown at- OH.

" I'm fine. I mentally prepare myself before a fight so, I apologize for any unusual behavior." He slightly dipped his head in apology at the end of his sentence before lifting it up to face the two again.

Ruby appeared to be unsure as to how she should react while Yang just smiled lightly. Creil would have waved the smile off as innocent but, he knew that look in her eyes and decided that it would be best to just head on over to Beacon Hills, where the initiation would take place or, so he was told. With a quick turn on his heels, Creil began to head to the Hills but, before he did he tossed a " See ya" over his shoulder along with a wave of his hand. The two would have followed Creil if, another blond hair boy had not just been pinned to a locker by a spear. What Creil didn't hear was the announcement that was played in the locker room right after he left; notifying all of the first years to head to the Beacon Hills.


When Creil arrived at the Hills, no one else was there. Odd... he was certain that this was where the initiation would take place, unless...

" Unless the upper classman decided to pull a prank on a possible freshman... Harsh."

Just as the thought entered his mind, he heard a voice speak up behind him.

" You're here rather early." The boy whipped around to find Professors Ozpin and Goodwitch standing behind him.

" Professor Ozpin, Professor Goodwitch." He addressed them with a polite bow of his head, " An upper classman told me that this was where the initiation would be held."

" You shouldn't always trust those older than you." Professor Goodwitch attempted to scold him.

" So... I shouldn't always trust you?" Creil was confused at what the professor was implying. If he couldn't trust his instructors then, why would a school even be able to function? Wait... this place wasn't a distopia like THAT place was, was it? Before he could voice these burning questions, Ozpins calm, clear voice shattered his doubts.

" That is not what Professor Goodwitch intended to say." Ozpin took a sip of his tea before continuing, " What she meant is to beware of the possible pranks that your fellow schoolmates may attempt to play on you."

Oh. That made much more sense than Professor Goodwitch's comment.

" In any event, you should get ready Mr. Venge. The others will be here shortly so, I would suggest you step on one of those pads there." Ozpin began to make his way to the near edge of the hill after his advice was passed on to Creil.

What pads was the professor referring to though? He hadn't seen any sort of pad when he made his way to the hill but, then again... He did not climb to the top of the hill either. Creil made his way to the top and saw thirteen pressure pads that appeared as though the were meant for launching things into the air.

Creil stepped on the pad farthest from the school and cautiously tapped it with his foot, silently praying that it would not launch him right then and there. After a life-altering second... the pad did not launch. The youth gave a relieved sigh.

" I'm glad I wasn't launched... Well, yet anyway. I'm guessing that we'll all be launched into that forest in front of us when Professor Ozpin gives the word but, when will that be?"


He did not have to wait long before the other students showed up and began to follow his example, standing on pads of their own.

Once everyone was settled, Ozpin began his opening speech to the initiation.

" For years you have trained to become warriors, and today your abilities will be evaluated in the Emerald Forest."

Professor Goodwitch chipped in immediately after Ozpin's statement, " Now. I'm sure that many of you have heard about the assignment of teams." This was news to me, nobody told me about teams and, I never had to work in a group before. This was going to suck. " Well, allow us to put an end to your confusion. Each of you will be given team mates. Today."

That only deepened Creil's worry as he saw the people lined up on his right. Aside from Ruby and Yang, he didn't know any of the others and, out of the two people he did know, he would only consider trusting Ruby as his partner. He did not trust Yang with looking out for his well being, as friendly as she was, if being somewhat flirtatious was even considered that; he still had a minimal amount of trust towards her.

Creil heard a small protest from down the line as Professor Goodwitch finished her sentence. At least he knew he wasn't the only one worried but, he was unable to see who had voiced their concern as Professor Ozpin began to speak again. " These team mates will be with you for the rest of your time here at Beacon. So it is in your best interest to be paired with someone with whom you can work well."

That was almost no one in his case, brilliant. " That being said, the first person you make eye contact with after landing will be your partner for the next four years."

Only one thought went through his mind as he heard this.

" Fuck... Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck,Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuckity Fuck! HOW the hell was this FAIR! What the Fuck did I do to deserve this." His normal nervousness had begun to seep into his battle mask but, Creil took a deep breath and cleared his mind. He could do this, no, he would do this. He would make it through this initiation and then worry afterwards.

Creil didn't happen to hear Ruby's shriek of protest or, another girl's somewhat smug assurance during his moment of doubt. " After you've partnered up, make your way to the northern end of the forest."

Ozpin had continued his speech. All right, he could do that with no problem, or so he hoped.

" You will meet opposition along the way. Do not hesitate to destroy everything in your path, or you will die." That was real assuring Professor. That made him just all warm and fuzzy inside knowing that it was highly possible to die. The thought of death didn't seem terrible to him though for, he was quite familiar with death. How, one may ask; well, let's just say that you'll just have to see for yourself.

" You will be monitored and graded for the duration of your initiation but, our instructors will not intervene." Basically, they're watching us for mistakes but, will not save us if we royally fuck up. That seems about right for a combat school. " You will find an abandoned temple at the end of the path, containing several relics. Each pair must choose one and return to the top of the cliff." That seems easy enough besides the fact that the forest will be dangerous but, Creil was pretty sure that he'd be able to complete this task. " You will guard that item, as well as, your standing and grade you appropriately. Are there any questions?" Creil had heard all he needed to at that point. " All right so, get to the temple and collect a relic before returning alive. That shouldn't be too hard."

Creil drew both of his broadswords in preparation and slightly bent his knees; ready to be launched at any moment. Another student down the line had spoken up to try to catch Ozpin's attention for a question but, Ozpin cut him off before telling all of us to take our positions.

" Guess I was a little early but, it doesn't really matter." Creil shrugged at the questioning look that the person standing next to him had given when he drew his blades.

" Um, sir?" The same boy from down the line spoke back up but, Creil couldn't worry about him right then as he was flung into the air and towards the forest.

" This... Was... Absolutely Insane!" Creil smiled lightly as he was sailing through the air and, from the looks of it, he was going a lot farther than everyone else. " It's probably because I weigh so little." He mused. In order to increase his distance further, Creil tucked his arms to his sides and basically planked in the air while leaning forward. The wind roared in his ears and sent his bangs flying all over his face but, he didn't care as he appeared to be coming closer to the temple Professor Ozpin mentioned. If that was true though, then that meant that he would be needing to find a way to land safely soon for, the ground seemed to rush up to him as a safety would rush a wide receiver carrying the ball. As he neared, a tree was near his close proximity enough for him to stab his left sword into it while swinging his body into the thrust; causing him to spiral quickly down the tree.

Creil stumbled a few steps forward, back and to each respective side, clearly dizzy from his method of landing. In an attempt to gain his bearings, Creil stopped long enough for his vision to stop twisting and churning. " That was less than pleasant. I hope I'm able to keep my granola bar in my stomach; after all, I didn't eat much." He took an experimental step forward to confirm that he could move in a direct route before he continued onward to the clearing where the temple was; which was literally a single step. How had he managed to shoot that far ahead of everyone else? Well, no matter. All he had to do was grab a relic and head back to the cliff.

Creil entered or, more accurately walked into the halfway destroyed temple and saw chess pieces on pedestals. " The hell? Chess pieces?" He observed each piece and noticed that there were seven of them total; two black bishop pieces, two light-brown knight pieces, two light-brown rook pieces and, one black pawn. Normally, he would have just grabbed a knight piece cause who doesn't like knights? Knights are flipping awesome but, that lone pawn caught his attention. He knew that these pieces were the 'relics' and that he would probably need his piece to match with someone else's because, more than likely, that was how teams were formed but, that one piece that was left on it's own continued to bug him. It seemed out of place but, at the same time, it seemed as though it was meant for him and him alone. It was this feeling that caused him to reach out and grab the only piece of it's kind.

" Right, got the piece now, so I guess I head back to the cliff." With this in mind, he pocketed his piece and turned to head back to the academy only to stop as he saw four boys approach the temple at the same moment as he went to leave it.

" The shrimp beat us!" The tallest out of the group stated, obviously annoyed that he didn't get here first.

" Well maybe you shouldn't have been playing paddy cake or sucking each others' dicks if you wanted to arrive first." Venom was laced into my every word. Who did this guy think he was? I was only 5ft 8 and was easily taller than most people my age. Why couldn't people understand that being tall and lanky did not instantly make one a 'shrimp.'

The boys seemed to be taken aback with surprise spread across their features before the same boy took a menacing step towards Creil; anger evident on his now recovered appearance. " What did you say you little punk?" " You heard me loud and clear cocksucker. You should have hustled rather than suck each others' dicks if you wanted to get here first." Creil spat back at the boy that was now brandishing a mace. " Come on Cardin," one of the other boys said as he tried to get the giant's attention, " It isn't worth it. Let's just get our relic and pay the little twerp back later." " You should take your boyfriend's advice if you want to pass initiation. It would just break my heart to see that you didn't enter." That was probably a little too much on my front but, hey, what could I say? I was completely and utterly livid; I really, really, really, really, really, wanted this asshole in front of me to just die. His boyfriend too; I hate people that call me small when I'm almost their exact height.

" That's it! I'm teaching this punk a lesson." The giant that was apparently Cardin claimed.

" I sincerely hope it's not Cardin's 101 book of how to suck a cock. Cause I really don't swing that way man." The reaction I got from that was priceless. Cardin's face went completely red from rage and he charged at me with a loud battle cry.

" That the sound you make as your boy toy over there gets you off?" I could not stop my harassment as I easily, without effort, avoided Cardin's swings. Cardin became even more pissed than he already was and swung his mace with more force but, at the cost of his accuracy.

" What's wrong? Did your boyfriend's jizz get in your eyes? Cause you are swinging that thing around so horribly that you wouldn't hit the broad side of a mountain."

While Cardin continued his futile onslaught against Creil, Creil had noticed that the other three boys had picked up their own chess pieces before beginning to head back to Beacon Hills. Deciding that I had enough fun messing with Cardin's head, I grabbed onto his mace in mid-swing while pivoting. This caused Cardin to follow the mace as his feet left the ground and, he was flung along with his mace, into the other three boys as I released my grip of the weapon and stopped my rotation. The group of four hilariously crashed into each other and became a pile of limbs. Satisfied with his work, Creil began to head to Beacon Hills himself until he heard a loud cry from above him. Creil looked up in time to see both Ruby and someone else crash into the tree above him.

" What the hell? Do I even want to know what happened?" Creil shook his head but, straightened as a thought hit his mind. If Ruby and someone fell from the sky then that meant- a Nevermore! Creil had drawn his blades which he had sheathed while dealing with Cardin and looked around, attempting to spot said flying grimm. Instead, he saw an Ursa Major emerge from the forest a few trees down before it was shot from behind and collapsed, spewing a small bit of black blood every where.

A girl appeared to have jumped off of the grimm and was currently inspecting it. She had pink hair, a pink skirt, pink gloves and white shoes with pink laces. Her shirt was a white tank top of sorts for, it did not seem like any other tank top he had ever seen. Her weapon on her back seemed to be a sort of grenade launcher and was just as unique as her tank top in the sense that it was unusual.

" Aww. It's broken." The pinkette pouted as she climbed on it's head and continued to look at the obviously dead Grimm.

" Nora!" A voice belonging to a boy called from the other side of the dead grimm. It was because of this that Creil was unable to see the new person. " Please... Don't ever do that again." The voice said to the pinkette who was Nora. However, Nora had already made her way to the temple where Yang and another girl where standing outside from. The other girl was pale like Yang in her complexion and had long, wavy black hair that was let loose with a bow that was the same shade on top of her head. She also wore black low-heeled boots and stockings that start off black at her hips, but gradually faded to purple as they neared her shoes. She also wore a black buttoned vest with coattails, and a white, sleeveless undershirt that exposed part of her midriff with white shorts that were partially obscured by her shirt. Her arms had black ribbons and detached black sleeves on both of them but, her left arm bore a silver band as well. She had some sword-like weapon on her back.

" When did they get there?!" Creil was shocked. Was it possible that he had taken too long when he was screwing with Cardin's mind and had not noticed that two people had snuck behind him? Suddenly

a voice broke into a song from the temple, " I'm queen of the castle~! I'm queen of the castle~!"

" Nora!" The boy's voice broke out in an exasperated tone at his friends antics. Now that Creil could see the boy, he saw that the boy was wearing a dark-green, diagonally-buttoned, long-sleeved tailcoat with black and gold trimming and pink cuffs. The trimming went down the right side of his torso and formed a black collar. The boy also wore light-tan pants with black shoes but, what seemed to make Creil think he was seeing things was the magenta streak on the left side of his hair that was long, pitch black and, was arranged into a ponytail that ended mid-way down his back.

Nora gave a slight giggle, " Coming Ren." She then proceeded to skip over to the pony-tailed boy that Creil presumed was Ren. Before Creil could think or comment about how weird the current situation was, multiple loud sounds of trees crashing was heard from another edge of the forest, followed by a spartan-esque looking girl with red hair, being chased by a Deathstalker grimm.

" Wait, a Deathstalker!? A mother-fucking giant ass Deathstalker just appeared?! Fucking perfect." Creil was beginning to hate the day as he readied his swords and began to head towards the grimm. The Deathstalker was trying to catch the spartan like girl with it's pincers but, she expertly jumped through them before executing a commando role, all the while, continuing her run.

" Run!" She shouted as both she and the grimm came closer. Creil ignored the warning and front-flipped over her and one of the Deathstalker's pincers when he was close enough. Just as he cleared the grimm's pincer, Creil stabbed his right sword into the Deathstalker's left set of eyes; spewing black blood from the wound and partially blinding the creature. The grimm screeched in agony and halted it's advance but, it had also caught Creil's left leg in it's mandibles. " Shit!" Creil exclaimed as he landed sprawled on the Deathstalker's back, impaling it accidentally with his left blade. This only seemed to piss it off more and, it decided to try to impale Creil with it's tail, which he dodged by moving sideways slight to avoid his back from being stabbed, causing it to stab it's own back. The grimm screeched and flung him off, causing him to land just in front of it. A flash of red darted in front of Creil and tried to attack the Deathstalker, only to be repelled by a lucky swipe of it's pincer.

" Ruby?" Creil questioned while getting to his feet. The red caped girl immediately bounced back up in front of him, holding a red scythe that was as big as her, if not bigger and said, " I'm fine. Totally okay!" He couldn't help but shake his head before back-flipping out of the way of a very poisonous and dangerous tail that pulverized exactly where he was a second ago. " Time to go." He stated simply as he began to retreat. Ruby followed his lead and sheathed her red scythe that was bigger than her. While they were both trying to escape the Deathstalker a loud screech in the sky sounded, followed by a whistling sound as giant feathers embedded themselves into the ground all around them. " Well, now I know where that Nevermore is now." Creil was not allowed any time to complain as he heard a grunt from behind him and turned to see that Ruby had been pinned down by one of the feathers.

" Oh Lord Oum." He thought, exasperated as he instantly swiveled and shot back towards Ruby who was attempting to free herself. Creil got there in time to slice the feather off, freeing Ruby.

" Go! Run!" He ordered before swiveling to the sound of dangerous snapping; bringing both of his swords up in enough time to stop the Deathstalker's pincers but, not it's tail. A sickening sound was heard as the tail embedded itself into his chest, causing his blood to spew from the wound and splatter onto the grimm's white body, speckling it with red. " D-damn. My aura must have been exhausted from stopping it from tearing my leg apart and, eliminating the poison on it's tail."

" C-creil?" A fearful voice sounded from behind him. " I'm fine. My shirt will be messed up for a few days but, that's all. Now go so that I can catch up." He attempted to sound sure and calm throughout his lie which he sincerely hoped that she would believe.

" A-all right." He heard her get up and begin running as the Deathstalker withdrew it's tail covered in his blood and stabbed again. This time, he coughed out a bit of his blood, causing it to dribble from his mouth to his chin.

He was going to die soon, he knew it but, he wasn't afraid of that. He was afraid of what would happen afterwards. The grimm stabbed into him once more with it's tail, bringing him to a knee. He was afraid for the others and sincerely hoped that mercy would be bestowed upon them. Another stab but, it was to his left arm, weakening it's strength and, causing the pincer to come closer to his head. For, the beast that would be unleashed, was not merciful towards those that struck it. His other arm was stabbed, sending more blood pooling out from his body and causing both arms to weaken not only to the wounds they sported but, to the amount of blood he had lost already. Creil gave a smirk as he finally allowed his arms to go slack and the pincers to penetrate his neck with their tips. " Enjoy your victory for now grimm for, he is coming. And the word 'mercy' is not understood by him." The pincers were removed from his neck as blood spewed forth, painting the grimm's pincers and most of it's body a permanent red. " E-enjoy y-your t-time in hell..." Creil managed to get out with a smile as blood continued to spew from his body and his vision began to darken. In the distance, a few horrified cries could be heard as his world was closing in on him. Turning into a horrible dark.

" Venge. It's your turn."

" Perfect."


A/N: Sorry for the cliff hanger but, if I didn't have it then you wouldn't want to read the story now would you? In any event, you'll find out what his semblance is in the next chapter. Maybe.

Anyways, see you all later.

l'Cie XIII out.