Chapter 4: Red Luwfobe

I had to keep running, those people where after me. Those awful, awful people. I climbed through the trees hoping to avoid the watch men. I saw the awful symbol of Camelot Industries on the soldier's arms. I felt my long, pepper colored hair stick to my forehead with my sweat. I was worried to look at them due to my brilliant red eyes being seen. I heard one the trained Beowulf sniff up my tree.

I knew they were about to find me. So I used my glove with daggers on each finger to quickly snuff out the Beowulf.

"There he is," one of the solders called out, "Project Luwfobe."

I knew that their weapons where stun only, I was too important to them. They fired electric dust at me that sent shock-waves through my body.

I couldn't lose again, not now. I knew what would happen if I went back. The experiments would continue and I would be in constant pain throughout my day. I struggled in my white cloths as I let my semblance take me over.

I knew at that point, it would be kill or go back, and I would never go back again.

When I finally regained consciousness I felt that I was in a vehicle, my heart began racing.

"I knew it," I thought "I was caught, and now I will be punished again. What will it be this time, electricity, another surgery without anything to put me to sleep, or maybe just plain water-boarding like last time."

My greatest worry is what the others will think of me, I had left them behind only to return back unsuccessfully.

I moved around without opening my eyes to notice something odd. I wasn't tied down like I usually was.

"You awake kid," asked a groggy, deep voice to my right.

I opened my eyes to see a middle aged man standing there.

"Who are you," I spoke for maybe the first time in a week

"Name's Crow," He said taking a drink out of a flask, "And I am here to help you."

"What are you talking about?" I asked. Who was this guy?

"You see, I have been tracking down information about Camelot industries. I tracked down one of the facilities only to find a bunch of mutilated people and you, just sleeping there."

He sighed and looked at me seriously, "Where you the one who killed those people?"

"No," I answered truthfully, "It was the grimm."

"Grimm don't leave behind bodies," Crow said suspiciously.

"Not those grimm, but the one that is inside me." I explained.

Qrow had put down his flask and smiled, "Whatever else you have to say, save it for Ozpin."

"Who," I asked, the name was foreign to me, which was not saying much.

Qrow smiled, "Someone who can help"

Author's note: Many of you are probably wondering why this chapter was darker than the other. It is to show that I am willing to take this story to dark areas if the plot calls for it. I have decided against taking OCs, that way I can have a bit more creative freedom with the story.