PS (Pre-script): You guys couldn't read that? Guess you're all just noobs. Really though thanks for pointing that out. That's the second time that's happened, and I'm still working on figuring out why. I think Guffey has some ideas though... Let's try and upload this again I guess.

Hey guys so there're some things I want to say about this chapter before you read it. First of all I want to say thank you to my new beta reader: GuffeyManipulation. Guffey has already been very helpful with grammar and rushing mistakes. I was actually going to upload this chapter with a few words missing it seems. Anyway now it's up to you all to tell me how plot and transitions are cause that has to be done by someone other than me. Another pair of eyes.

Also there is the scheduling thing. So I'm about to get really busy which means even slower uploads unfortunately, but then I'm going to get really un-busy as the summer comes along. So bear with me as this stuff happens. I get out of school on the 20th of June because we've had so many storms and stuff like that. I still can't drive on part of my neighborhood road as a result of fallen trees from the storm in November. I'm also getting a Great Dane puppy next Sunday with some... Issues so I'm going to have to do some hardcore training. On top of all that, I have a second degree black belt test happening on some undetermined date coming up so I'll be doing some hardcore training myself. After all that though, is the summer. I'm gonna be very busy then too, but with no school, there will be a lot of time to write too. Hopefully.

I'm in the planning stages of a new fic. This one I'm actually planning out hardcore just to see how much better it is. I have a whiteboard with almost no white on it and post it notes as well as many pages on my computer. This will have longer chapters than the story you're currently reading so whatch out for that. I figured since I deleted the stories I dropped, I needed another one to take their place. I think it's going to be good.

"Stay here," I heard as I opened the car door to my father. "Stay here," he said more forcefully as I climbed in next to him. I put the seatbelt on and closed the door, and he just drove.

I didn't know what was going on, but I could tell it was urgent. I was willing to bet he couldn't wait long so I got in the car. I was right in the end. Not even in my earlier state of enhanced thinking and musculature could I have thought this far ahead. All of my earlier theories…

Can't talk like that. I just can't talk like that. I knocked out a doctor, erased miracle data, and got hit by a semi to save these people. I just can't talk like that until I have all the answers.

"So who called," I asked. I knew he wouldn't answer if I had outright asked him outright what the call had been about so I settled for part of the answer. If I could figure out who was calling I might be able to figure out what the call was about.

Or maybe I asking for too much.

"A friend," he stated as he stared forward out the window.

Oh, great. A friend. Cause that clears things up. I guessed it probably wasn't meant to clear things up, but that's beside the point. I needed to figure out what was so urgent he needed to get into his car and leave right away, and yet so important he couldn't trust his own son to come with him. He knows me, I thought, he's probably being smart. Shut up, me.

"Look, I know I haven't exactly been forthcoming with information I've been gathering, but I need to know what I'm getting into before I get into it."

"I didn't want you to get into it at all." He said flatly.

"And yet I'm into it now. So don't tell me it's for my own good. I'm gonna find out in a few minutes anyway, I mean, why not just give me some time to process it before it's thrown in my face. If it's that important, I have a feeling I'll need to process it a while anyways, so why not just give me a head start."

"It's about your new friends." He finally opened up.

"What happened?" I asked. I knew they could take care of themselves fairly well, and if Ruby was any indication, they were probably pretty good healers too.

"There was a crash."

"Another one?" I couldn't' believe it. They had literally just saved me from a crash a little while ago.

"Another semi."

"Oh no. No no no no…" How does that happen? Two semi crashes so close to each other? Then the fear hit me. Slowly at first, but then faster and faster, like a rollercoaster of terrible feelings it brought me down, then back up as the glimmer of hope I held earlier prevailed, but then everything stopped when we arrived.

I looked around frantically. There was my brother's car, and a massive semi-trailer. The car had hit it straight on, no doubt they hadn't known how to turn that quickly. The car was almost non-existent. It had gone under the trailer hitting it on the bottom of the bumper. My car had hit the trailer on the top of the bumper.

I searched through the wreckage. There was no police or firemen or ambulances or anything to stop me so I searched. I searched and searched, and found nothing. I couldn't get to the car underneath the car, underneath the trailer as it was. I obviously couldn't move the trailer, but still, something was off.

I felt like there was something I should be seeing, but wasn't.

I stepped back and took a grander look at things. The trailer was still turned on. There wasn't any driver though. Come to think of it, I hadn't seen the girls anywhere. And then there was the fact that my dad had gotten here before any emergency services. What was up with that?

I looked at the trailer one last time and instantly understood everything. Above the dent made by the smashed car was another dent. One that couldn't possibly have been put there by my brother's car, and it looked startlingly like my front left headlight.

I ran to the trailer again, but this time I climbed into the cabin of the massive thing. It smelled like smoke and oil, not a good combination, and the foot pedal had been badly smashed. Still, I was able to put it into reverse with my limited knowledge of cars, and stepped on the pedal.

There was a loud screeching noise as metal grinded on metal. For a time, nothing happened, but then everything happened. The truck rolled backwards, turning as it went. Semis aren't meant to go backwards. After a few seconds of moving incredibly slowly, there was a loud thump, and the entire cabin fell a good five feet with me in it. Guess I'm off the car then.

I stepped out of the truck after turning the key. The two front tires were now very visibly shredded. I was surprised the engine even worked honestly. The whole front of the thing had been smashed to pieces. The car was in even worse shape. It was a truck itself, but next to the semi, it was nothing. After all the damage it stood a shallow 5 feet off the ground, and that was generous. The tires were completely gone, and the wheels were crushed. I was willing to bet the axles were gone as well.

The inside was originally made of leather, but now seemed to be made of shattered glass and bits of sharp metal. In short, you wouldn't want to sit down on the seats. I looked around for a while, but spied nothing. Everything seemed to be in order. Except the car, which was very obviously out of order. The back seats were smashed almost to oblivion, but if I looked carefully, I could still see something under the back right one. Something metallic and red, and the part that made me do a double take, something seemingly unharmed from the entire experience.

I removed the wreckage of the back seat from the car, and took the red metal in my hands. It was a rectangle, it was heavy, and it was certainly Ruby's. It matched her black and red color scheme perfectly.

While I decided what to do with it, I heard a voice. Someone calling someone else. I didn't recognize the voice, and I couldn't hear what it was saying. I recalled the events I had recalled earlier to the front of my mind. My father arrived before emergency services, my father was gone, and there was no one else around. This voice meant surely meant trouble.

I ran back to the car I had arrived in, hoping to find my dad somewhere. I had all but given up on finding the girls anywhere so he was my last hope for help. He wasn't there. The car was still running though. Maybe he had to go to the bathroom? He would have just told me that. Maybe he- Shut up. The voice called again.

It was closer now, but even if I stopped to listen more carefully, I couldn't make out what it was saying. Then I heard another voice. Probably in response to the first one. I didn't recognize it either.

Ok Kestrel, Think. What do you have at your disposal? A piece of metal, a car, anything in the car, and- What's in the car? Let's find out.

In the glove compartment is… A roll of duct tape- That's all I need. The voices were getting closer now, and I could make out a few words. Something about, "the kid, the girls, and the boss."

I could hear their crunching footsteps now, and I knew I had to work fast. Had to hide the metal thing, they would know if I got into the car so I had to hide the metal thing. It was the only option. Luckily, I'm something of a genius when it comes to duct tape.

I took off my shirt duct taped the shiny rectangle to my back (Don't ask, I'm a professional), and put my shirt back on. Done, Done, and D-

"Hey kid, putcha hands up!" The first voice yelled from the woods behind me. I really hoped he didn't see Ruby's red rectangle.

I put my hands up, and before I knew it, The two voices were upon me. The voices had guns, and bodies to match. They took my hands out of the air, put them behind my back, and cuffed my wrists tightly. They said nothing the entire time.

Then they knocked me out.

Ruby Rose POV, Somewhere Underground

I'd been held captive before. I'd been held captive without my weapon before. That didn't mean I had to like it.

It all started when that big truck hit us. None of us knew how to drive these American cars, but we're huntresses in training right? We adapt and survive for the good of… I don't know who I'm supposed to protect now. I'm in some other universe without my friends and family. At least I have my team…

The man who tried to take our weapons had something coming to him, but Yang told me not to hurt anybody until we know whose team they're on. It's pretty obvious he's not on our team. Joke's on him though, I didn't even have my weapon.

It got lost when the big truck hit us. Our aura's protected us, but the car got crushed. Then they told us to get out or they'd shoot. Frankly I wouldn't have minded if they shot though, cause then I could have shot back.

If you can't tell. I'm angry. I don't get angry easily, not like Yang, but right now, I'm angry. I'm in a strange place with strange people, Weiss is telling me what to do, and I don't have Crescent Rose with me. I'm sitting in a cell with my team, and we can't get out. They haven't even told us what we did wrong.

"We have rights here right?" I asked my team, "I mean don't we get a phone call or something?"

"Who would we call?" Yang replied. "We don't know anyone here, but that Kestrel kid who we just ditched."

"Besides, I think you have to be a citizen to have any rights at all, and we are definitely not citizens," Weiss said.

"But why would they even take us here anyway. We didn't do anything." I said.

"Maybe it's because they know where we're from. What if they're keeping us here because we're from Vale."

"Remember what Kestrel said. Vale doesn't exist in this universe. They don't know where we're from as much as we don't know where we are," Weiss replied.

"Kestrel also said that if the government found out about us, they might want to do very bad things to us," I replied.

"Not on my watch," a new voice echoed through the cell we were in. We all turned to see one of the few familiar faces in this world.

Kestrel was being thrown into the cell with us by one of those silent guards in black we had seen wandering before.

Kestrel POV, Somewhere Underground

I was really getting tired of being knocked out willy nilly. It was like every other day was punch Kestrel in the neck day. For God's sake I just woke up from a coma this morning! Although I guess I had also knocked someone out this morning so it might even out. There was still one question on my mind though.

Where the fuck was I? And for that matter, what time was it? Was it even the same day? How should I know? I asked myself. As soon as I woke up I was in a cell.

"Uh so, hello good people of Vale!" I said loudly to my cell mates. I noticed with a little bit of envy that none of the girls were wearing handcuffs. I was. Oh well, the guards' fault for being stupid.

"Yeah so I have a thing for you guys. I'm not really sure what it is, but I can't get to it with these handcuffs on anyways. Could someone maybe help me with that?"

None of them said anything. I think they were still in shock from seeing me down here. Yang moved forward, and broke my cuffs with one pull. Wow. No wonder they didn't have handcuffs on. Anymore at least.

"So what's this thing you have for us?" Yang asked me after she returned to her friends.

I turned around and took my shirt off. Underneath was the duct taped piece of red metal I had found earlier. I undid the duct tape and screamed as quietly as I could. Needless to say, it wasn't that quiet.

"Is that Crescent Rose?!" Ruby practically screamed at me.

"You named a piece of metal?" I asked her with a look of shock.

"It is not just a piece of metal! This is my weapon. It's an extension of myself." Ruby looked positively hurt. Like I had just insulted her family or something.

"Geez well sorry, but how exactly does it… How is that a weapon?"

She unfolded her red rectangle into something that would make me change its name to red rectangle of doom. Out of one end of the rectangle came a pole. At the end of the pole was what one might see at the end of a sword's hilt. The rectangle itself then folded out away from the pole it had just made, connecting at the unused end of the pole. Out from the rectangle, which was now perpendicular to the pole, came a large blade. From only two folds came a blade just as long as Ruby's own legs. A counter weight/flashy bladed spike folded out of the back of the blade.

"Woah! Is that a scythe?" I asked the girl with the oversized corn husker.

"It's also a customizable, high impact, sniper rifle." She replied with a cock of her gun.

"So it's a scyther rifle. Cool."

"Ugh. Now there are two of them," Weiss moaned.

Two of whom? I wondered. Yang smiled at me.

"So what are we going to do with that thing?" I asked them. "I guess you could cut the bars,, but then after that? We have no idea where we are or how to get out of this place."

"Actually I memorized the path we took getting in," Blake said.

"But weren't you… Please tell me you guys were knocked out?" The speechlessness of the room gave me quite the answer. "Great. Only one knocked out. Only one with cuffs on. Only guy. Figures."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Weiss asked.

"Nothing," I said, "Nothing at all. Just gender equality rules here on Earth."

"You have rules?" Ruby asked me.

"You guys don't?" More silence. I continued, "We have to or the male population will _ the female population."

"They can't stand up for themselves?" Yang asked.

"Well they…" I started. I was getting into enemy territory here, "They can in most cases nowadays, but for a very long time women had no rights in any societies. In some places it's still the same."

Yang looked like she was about to say something when we heard footsteps coming toward the cell. Ruby quickly put away her scythe. Even the second time I was amazed at how quickly she folded it back into a rectangle. She stuck it behind her, and to my surprise, it stayed.

A guard in black approached the cells and began unlocking the door. He looked familiar to me somehow. It must have been something about that mustache…

"Hey aren't you-" I asked.

"Quiet. All of you follow me," he said.

"So do we run for it?" Yang asked Ruby. I wasn't really sure why she asked her little sister when I was clearly in charge here, but I didn't worry too much about it.

"Not yet. I want to see what's going on down here. Just make sure you're on the lookout for anything suspicious," the girl in red replied.

All three of the others nodded. Honestly I almost did too. There was something about her leader speak that just… Well I could see why the others were waiting for her decision.

We passed through dark hallways with low ceilings and even lower ceiling lights. The walls were colored a dark beige of some sort. It was dark, damp, and dark. It was also pretty dark.

I wondered what my family would say to me right now. I was in a dark damp hallway somewhere underground with no way to escape, band being held by some unknown captors. I couldn't think about that though. Not right now. There was too much at stake. Whatever was happening down here, people had to know about it. You don't kidnap 5 young adults for no reason. I hope not anyway.

Still, I knew I recognized the man in front of us. That blonde mustache. I knew it from somewhere. I just didn't know where.

Soon the hallway went thin, and we had to go single file. There was a tiny door at the end of the hallway. Just tall enough to fit a person, and just wide enough to fit an anorexic person. It was like the doors I had seen on my family's first and last cruise. Like doors on a boat. We aren't on a boat are we? I thought.

The man in the front of our now single file line stopped to open the door.

Inside was a large man in a large suit that seemed to stand out in the darkness even though his suit was seemingly very dark. He ruled the whole room it seemed, and nothing was getting in his way.

Does anyone understand/remember what's happening? I really hope so. There's a reason the plot in this story is so obvious. So you can understand what's about to happen. Tell me your theories, and I'll confirm/deny them. Happy holiday weekend thing. I have a long weekend, I don't know about you guys. I have a very spread out demographic.

I tried to stretch this out a little longer than it was supposed to be per request, but I'm not sure how it turned out. You really can't just make something longer cause you feel like it. Well, not without said piece being total shit. Anyway, depending on how much time I spend on the plot for next chapter, it might be a little longer than this. We'll see. Thanks again to the people that pointed out my mistake. I had pms ,reviews, and everything. You guys are awesome.

I just want to put it out there that I have no idea when this story will end. I have a set ending, but there are a lot of arcs I want to do. Some of them clash with each other so I can't do them all. That makes it hard to give a definite ending time. We'll see I guess.

In conclusion: I have no idea how things will play out time wise. That was basically six paragraphs of AN's in one sentence. Bye!