Do you ever get tired of doing something, only for it to either be stolen or destroyed? That's me in a nutshell as of now. My computer HATES me, and has shown this via deletion of my prized chapters. And before you think of it, yes it's an old computer. But it's the only one I can stick with right now as my other, newer one is currently broken. And being fixed. But, enough of my whining, I'll give you a chapter rewritten.
I held my armless shoulder as I breathed heavily, pain strangling my nerves. I was matted in blood, and this substitute mask wasn't helping in the slightest. Death Wave was stabbed into the ground beside me, and i struggled to swallow. The man whom stood before me, however, would be my end if i wasn't careful.
"Qrow." I practically spat out the name. Qrow just smirked as his weapon clinked back into a sword. He paced back and forth before saying anything.
"So, you know the name? Well, then you know that your chances are zero." He stated with an arrogant tone. I scoffed at him as i began trying to stand up straight.
"Go home Qrow, your drunk."
"Not until the parasite has been taken care of." I growled at his remark. Damn bastard knows how to push buttons. I felt a sudden warmth against my stub of an arm and looked to my right, and found Cinder standing beside me. I hissed in pain as she used her flames to burn shut my wound, Qrow's snarky attitude turning into a small frown.
"What are you doing here?!" I whispered angrily to Cinder. All this did was bring a smile to her face as she started walking the opposite direction of myself.
"I can't let my boss bleed to death, now can i? That would just be horrible." She turned back and smirked at me, her pigtails flowing in the sudden breeze. I just turned back to Qrow, ignoring the woman behind me.
"Damn woman, trying to seduce me and shit," I mumbled to myself before speaking to Qrow, "So, are you, like, hired or something? Or did you just get here?"
I was trying to stall for as long as possible here. If Cinder was here, then something must be going on. If she's betraying me I swear I'll tear her apart.
"Just got here actually, but enough stalling. I wanna get this done and over with before I grab a drink!" he closed the gap in an instant, unsheathing his sword-scythe-gun thing at the same speed. I immediately jumped back though, grabbing Death wave in my left hand and landing clumsily. The man came in close once more, this time landing a strike to my feet, causing me to flip into the air. I shot my weapon into the ground however, and this launched me into the air above him. This allowed me to land, albeit horribly, and back away a bit. I was breathing heavily, as I've been dodging whilst dizzy form blood loss. I should've been unconscious, but I wasn't.
"Huh, you're not so bad, even if you have one arm."
"Well, I'm an asshole with an ego, and the skills to back it up." I chuckled a bit as I let the words escape my lips. Qrow launched forward once more, this time though he used a rapier style jab. Damn, he was good. I parried the jab before slipping underneath him, jumping back over to his backside. Swinging his sword around, he unsheathed it into his scythe, hooking me in the blade before jumping backwards. I yelled in agonizing pain as I forced my aura through my body to keep the blade from cutting me in half. The man smirked as he pulled back more, and my blood felt like it was boiling. I felt my aura start to tear as it was nearly exhausted, the pain only becoming worst.
Suddenly, plasma round pounded upon the area Qrow was standing, causing him to cover himself and retract his scythe. I stood for a few moments, breathing heavily as I felt my aura leaving me. I looked at where the weapon fire came from, and witnessed something. Standing above the Schnee estate were 5 men, all of which adorned black jumpsuits with what looked like copies of my helmet. The giant white eyes and large feral smile was easy to see. Their suits seemed to be lightly armored with plasma resistant plates, and they aimed at Qrow with black plasma rifles that had a red plasma cartridge.
"What the hell?!" Qrow was now on one knee, breathing heavily himself. He had his right hand covering his left shoulder where he was hit by the plasma, blood oozing out of the wound. One of the men atop the estate building dropped down from the height with ease and jogged over to me. It wasn't until he was right next to me that I realized he actually was a she. So, the now known girl took out a vest from a small backpack that was hardly noticeable, and quickly placed it on me. After she pressed the small button in the middle, she went to the top of the building and joined the rest of her squad, or team.
I felt the air change a little before noticing that there was a small humming coming from above me. I looked up and almost laughed at what I saw. Though, not visible from a distance, the shimmering see through object was unmistakable. A cloaked bullhead was hovering above me.
Disabling the cloak, the bull head tipped slightly as a rope shot down, instantly conjoining with the vest I wore. I suddenly lurched upwards as it began to reel me in like a fish. Qrow dashed forward to try and cut the rope, only to be pelted with more plasma rounds. I was halfway in the air when a stream of ice dust came flying my way, causing me to swing. Though narrowly dodging it with the small amount of moment I created, I looked towards a source to see a very heavily breathing Schnee standing with Myrtenaster pointing towards me. I looked around before laying eyes on none other than Winter Schnee, who was preparing for some sort of sneak attack.
"I'm not going with you guys, no matter what! I've got things to do, people to kill!" I shouted over the noise of the bullhead. Qrow growled, though it went unheard, and the Schnee sisters sneered. I was thankful for the mask, as it hid the pained expression on my face. My right side of my body throbbed and my back ached. It felt like I was plowed by an Atlesian paladin, though those weren't around yet.
I reached up with my left hand and received another hand, pulling me into the bullhead. As I stood up, I waved the a silent farewell, the bullhead picking up the few other people on the building, before it closed up and disappeared from their sight.
As we were airborne, I was settled down on what seemed to be a medical bed. It just kinda folded out of the bullhead floor, and I was given an IV in my left arm. As I lay there, I heard footsteps coming from the front of the airship. Soon enough, in front of me stood none other than Roman Torchwick.
"Lemme guess," I stated as I looked up from my position, "Short and sweet is driving?"
"Yeah, but I'm gonna go snatch the wheel from her. She's too short, we'll crash." Roman stated with a chuckle. I grinned at him before pointing at the soldier standing next to the door.
"Who're they?" I asked the orange haired criminal. He looked at where I had been pointing before answering my question.
"Oh, them? Well, the White Fang were asked by myself and Neo before we came to a…agreement. They would give us some of their best combatants, and then we would pay them back with…nothing!" I stared at him for a small amount of time before sighing heavily. 'Did you really do what I think you just did?' the thought went through my mind before any words formed.
"You fucking idiot," I mumbled, "do you realize what that just did?"
Roman, who now looked a little scared, chuckled nervously in reply to my comment, "You let them choose their best, didn't you?" he nodded nervously, causing me to sigh heavily once more. I sat up and took the IV out of my arm before ripping off a piece of Romans jacket. This earned a growl from him, which I returned with a stare. Using my mouth, I wrapped the cloth around the now bleeding vein before standing up.
Grabbing a knife from one of the soldiers real quick, I counted them all once more earning the same number as previously. 7 soldiers, the five from earlier and the two that accompanied Roman and Neo in the bullhead. I examined the knife a little bit, admiring the small shine to it.
"You know, sometimes I feel like I do everything myself." With those final words, and using my left arm, I stabbed the closest soldier with the knife. Before anyone else could react though, I activated my semblance and tapped every one of the soldiers with almost unknown speed. I staggered to a stop as the bodies began to wilt and die, the life pretty much leaving them. I groaned as I held my head, my head swimming in an ocean of throbbing pain. Roman broke from his frozen state of fear before heading up to the cockpit. I sat down on the small bed and looked around for anything I could use as some sort of…replacement for my missing arm. I walked over to one of the bodies and, grabbed the arm. Except, I felt something interesting. Grabbing his wrist, I placed my thumb over a vein and waited a bit. Soon enough I felt a heartbeat.
He was unconscious.
I sighed as I grabbed the arm by the elbow while I placed my left foot against his shoulder blade. I waited a bit before tensing my muscles, twisting, and then pulling the right arm. He awoke with a loud scream of agony, which then was accompanied by a sickening tear. My nerves tingled as warm blood splattered onto my face. I stepped off of the shivering body, right arm in my left hand, before I walked over and squashed the man's head with my boot. Brain matter painted the floor as the nice bullhead became a slaughter house.
I walked over to the cockpit and banged on the door a few times. A little while later, Roman opened the door in silence as I stared at him and him to me. Only when he noticed the arm in my hand did he decide it was okay to throw up all over me. I sighed as I looked at my clothing now, all it had now was throw up and blood all over it. Not to mention that I was missing a sleeve.
I looked behind Torchwick before shouting at Neo, "Neo! I need help cleaning up!"
"…" I felt something prod my mind, causing me to frown.
"No, I can't do it myself. I've only got one hand…and an arm."
"…" what seemed like more silence was really a one-way, telepathic conversation between me and Neo.
"Well, I've got dead bodies in here that need taken care of. If you do that, I'll get you ice cream." The moment 'Ice cream' left my mouth, the Bullhead doors opened up, allowing the air to flow. The bodies began getting sucked into the outside world, the lifeless stacks of flesh practically being thrown out. The blood wasn't an issue either, as it flew out in streams in accordance with the air flow. I walked over and hung out my jacket, allowing anything NOT dry to fly off quickly. Of course, it didn't deal with the smell, but it would have to do.
So, after about 5 minutes of "cleaning", the doors closed and Roman wasn't so sick anymore. I pumped my remaining fist in the air at the successful cleaning job.
"Five gallons, take your pick Neo!" I shouted back, earning an audible squeal from Neo. Suddenly, Roman cleared his throat, catching my attention.
"Yeah?"
"So…er…why'd you kill the guys they gave us?"
I stared at him before replying, "Because, they were probably ordered to report anything and everything. Not to mention the fact that they had their hands on their weapons. Safeties were off and everything. They were to help us, then kill us discreetly."
Roman looked down in what seemed to be disappointment. He had cut it close this time, but it was fine for now. No one got hurt. Suddenly my vision became blurry and I started feeling weak, a headache revealing itself as I felt my aura leave me. Slowly, I slid to the ground, not trying to hit the ground. Almost the exact moment I sat against the Bullhead doors unconsciousness took me.
Ozpin was staring at a Televised scroll calmly, albeit anger present in his eyes. He clenched his fist as he and the rest of Remnant watched the news story about a Schnee estate being burned to the ground. The name Blank Blank appeared in every conversation on the news, and it was circulating all around Remnant. It was as if it was meant to happen, just to raise the criminal's fame. Not to mention the fact that, apparently, Blank Blank had a group of followers now. It fueled Ozpin with rage.
Glynda, who had informed Ozpin about 30 minutes before it went on air, had told Ozpin that Jackson Crow was missing. Apparently, he had gone to the Schnee estate before this incident.
Ozpin felt a rising suspicion about the way this turned out.
As he waited for some sort of confirmation of Jackson's wellbeing, he had gotten a message from James indicating that they had found some of Blank Blanks blood against a brick wall. How they knew? Scraped up black armor was found near it. The criminal must've been shot or something. The message entailed that they were going to test it soon and see if they can identify the man.
Suddenly, an emergency scroll call appeared over his Scroll computer. Tapping the 'accept' button, he heard what sounded like a bullhead before anyone spoke.
"This is Valean Emergency Medical Rescue. Is this headmaster Ozpin, from Beacon?" a voice asked. Ozpin sipped his coffee before replying.
"Yes it is. To whom am I speaking to?"
"Sorry sir, but we've got an emergency." Ozpin perked up a bit at this sudden comment.
"What is it?" He asked before a pause followed.
"We're going to need you to come to the main hospital sir."
A doctor read off of a scroll what was assessed, "We have Jackson Crow and he's in bad condition. He's lost a lot of blood and has severe Aura depletion. We've got several broken bones, including his left wrist and right femur, and he's lost his right arm. We've got aura specialists trying to feed him Aura, except his body is rejecting it. We've tried every type of aura, but none are working."
Ozpin and Glynda were being given the information on Jackson's condition. The way it was going, Ozpin was afraid he might lose Jackson. Not because they were friends, they hardy were, but because Jackson knew how to track Blank. It was peril that he lived. In fact, there should be two people walking in soon who shared the same drive to hunt down Blank.
"What 'type' of aura does he require?" Glynda asked curiously, glaring quickly at Ozpin for seemingly not caring. The doctor skimmed through the scroll information before sucking in air through his teeth.
"He requires one of the hardest to find in people. Black Aura. Someone with a black aura needs to be here and transfer some of their aura to help pick up his aura." The doctor stated with some worry. Glynda looked as if she'd seen a ghost, the new knowledge of Jackson's aura type spooking her.
"Well, this is definitely a predicament to be worried about. Black aura is hard to find in anybody; only 1 in 300 people have it. I have a friend I messaged coming to meet Jackson, he just so happens to have Black Aura." Ozpin stated as he sipped his coffee, giving Glynda a reassuring smile. The doctor seemed to relax a bit more now, relief sweeping over.
"Does he have experience with aura transfer?"
"Plenty." Just as the words left Ozpin's mouth, the hospital main doors opened, two men walking in. one was a dusty old looking guy, and the other was a heavy blonde with clothes of the like.
"Ah, Qrow. Taiyang." Ozpin greeted the two hunters, earning a nod from Qrow.
"Nice to see you too, Ozpin. Where's the kid you told us about?" Taiyang replied to his greeting. It wasn't formal at all, but there was still some form of respect in the air. The doctor motioned for the group to follow him, leading the 4 to their desired destination.
"He looks like shit." Qrow muttered as they looked at him through a small window. He was hooked up to a machine they called the AMS or, Aura Movement System. The way it works is when someone has low aura, it spreads or "moves" the aura throughout the body in an attempt give it something of a kick start. Trying to get it flowing through the body again so it can heal the wounds. It would also give aura to the person hooked up to it, another attempt to recreate the lost aura and replenish the aura source.
"So, you want me to give him some of my aura, Oz?" Qrow asked, arms crossed as he leaned against the window.
"Yes, that's what needs to happen. Or do you want him to die?" Ozpin didn't exactly retort, but it was a sharp remark nonetheless. Qrow grunted before walking over to the door before Ozpin saw his eyes widen. What happened next surprised them all.
The door was busted open and Qrow stomped into the hospital room before grabbing the unconscious body of Jackson by the throat, pulling off some of the medical monitors hooked up to him. Anger seemed to engulf the man, everyone else not sure how to respond before Ozpin walked into the room himself.
"Qrow, what is the meaning of this?"
"What's this kid's name?"
Ozpin frowned upon ignorance of his question, "Answer me first, Qrow."
"The kid here is missing an arm," Qrow stated before showing them Jackson's right side, "The same arm that was missing from Blank when I fought him at the estate!"
This caused suspicion to spark in the air. Ozpin was frozen in what seemed to be shock, the cause being the new information that came to light. Jackson was at the estate, and Qrow was saying Blank Blank was missing his right arm during the attack. It was as if it was a giant puzzle coming together, which was until Jackson began to stir.
And Qrow had a lot of question to ask.
A dark haired man, around the age of 17 years, walked through a forest of blue trees and white trunks. Adorned on his body was a black trench coat, and under that there was a red T-shirt. He looked menacing as his red eyes pierced through the forest, a red glow seemingly making their way off of him in wisps. He brushed back his jacket, revealing twin ebony colored daggers sheathed by his side, the blades sharpened to a point. As he walked the lonesome forest, a growl emanated from somewhere ahead. Only a few moments later were there Beowolves slowly walking out of the dark of the night.
The teen unseeingly whipped out the twin daggers, the weapons suddenly within his hands. They began to glow red, the sign of channeled aura becoming noticeably heavier. In a flash of movement, the mysterious teen cut the small pack of wolves, the sound of their bodies hitting the floor before disappearing giving him a smile full of mirth.
Suddenly, a buzzing noise came from his pocket. As he took out a black scroll, voices he hadn't heard for a long time found its way to him.
"It's them again."
"They want to hurt us."
"What did we do to deserve this?"
"I want to leave this place!"
"We can't leave, its close by!"
"Why are we even here again?"
The screams of the voices stopped before he let out a small, insane chuckle. He looked up towards the dark, starless sky, not hearing a word within his mind. He was supposed to answer. He needed to answer. And so he did.
And so did the voices within.
"We are here because it needs us."
Woah, this is a doozy. We've got a missing arm, a small fight with Qrow. Ozpin's beginning to get suspicious, and a new character in a forest that'll be explain next chapter. As always don't forget to favorite, follow, review. Constructive criticism is welcome as well, anything to make this story better every chapter. Other than that, I'll see you all next chapter!
