A/N: Thanks for the reviews.

This is Ezekiel and Beatrix centric, just saying, but it's important to the plot. Kind of.

There are mentions of abuse, rape, stuff like that (but the rape isn't detailed enough to make this rated M).

Okay, Ezekiel's theme song is Car Radio by Twenty One Pilots. Or Can You Feel My Heart by Bring Me the Horizon. Or Migraine by Twenty One Pilots.

DAMN IT WHY DO THEY ALL REPRESENT HIM?!

Fuck it, he had three theme songs like the antagonist (except he has two). I can't be bothered to choose. Unless you guys listen to them and help me choose, but last time I asked for help I didn't receive so... Seriously, I chose three characters' theme songs without assistance - not even my friend.

A lot of characters still need theme songs! Please help me with that!

Anyway, hope you enjoy!


It was a long time ago. Before either Ezekiel or Beatrix had been born, fifteen years before.

A young woman, called Rae, engaged and healthy, happy and sweet, timid and faithful, with penny brown hair, cinnamon brown eyes and fair skin, was raped.

She had reported an appearance - sherry red hair and shamrock green eyes with pale skin. His hair had been swept in a fringe, and her partner, Aaron who had toffee blonde hair, artic blue eyes and tan skin, was very angry at the events. A man with that appearance was never found, and the case was dropped to her partner's dismay.

Since she refused to get rid of the child (there was no possible way either), she gave birth to a beautiful girl, who would grow up with penny brown hair but the shamrock green eyes of her rapist. Aaron hated that, and held it against the girl, who'd been named Valancia long after Rae and Aaron's wedding.

Then, fifteen years later, yet again, Rae was raped, by the same man, and gave birth to a boy, but died. Aaron was livid. He named the boy Ezekiel.

When Ezekiel was two, Aaron wed a beautiful maiden of the name Lucia (leather black hair, silver grey eyes and tan skin), who later persuaded him to punish the children, saying they were children of scum, and that the boy had killed his lover. Aaron fell into her trap, and Valancia protected her little brother from the pain they inflicted on her and attempted to inflict on him.

Three years later, when she was twenty and he five, since he had shown an interest in felines, she bought him one, a beautiful black cat which together they named Rae after their mother.

They say black cats are unlucky, and perhaps they are - five months later, Aaron shot Valancia through her skull and Ezekiel was left with a cat to remind him of her and no protector.

He looked after the cat, assured it wouldn't upset them, did everything they asked and accepted the pain they gave him, but ten years after his sister's demise, for a reason unknown, they drowned the cat and turned into a fur rug.

He had nothing left of her.

In other words, he was alone.

He grew up with their abuse, with their insults, with their pain, and grew up to be a thief, a two faced, lying thief. He talked away the guilt and the shame and eventually began to never stop talking.

When Nadakhan got him, he was tired and he wanted away with the sentence.

He didn't count on becoming literally two faced and mute.

And now he was forced to be quiet.


Beatrix was an only child, born two years prior Ezekiel, and she was the youngest in her family and of her friends.

After her mother's demise, her father and aunt pushed her a lot, making her exercise daily and making her practice whenever a competition which she was a competitor in came up, and she became very competitive.

She couldn't bear to lose and she became spiteful and easy to anger because of this, but no one put her straight.

She was never good enough in their eyes, never good enough in her own eyes, never good enough in anyone's eyes, and so she worked harder, cheating.
When they started praising the shotput winner, she could not bear to tell her family the bad news.

He was her saviour, Nadakhan, in a strange sense, as despite her ugly appearance, she was the best.

She would never win a beauty competition.

She was still never good enough.

Then Nadakhan took her in his ship, and she was welcomed.

She was happy.

She was good enough.


He was pulled down into the ocean, he could hear their cries, their yelling at the stuttering snake for washing the deck so much that he'd slipped and fallen into the ocean, and near where his step father and step mother resided now, but not that they knew that.

He was drowning, having let go of his breath, and as his eyes fell closed, he felt a strong pair of arms grip him and pull him out the water. He didn't move, because when you're unconscious, you don't respond until you wake up, but when he did, he spat out water tiredly and flopped onto his back, opening his eyes.

He jerked back when he saw a man with blonde hair, blue eyes and fair skin, scrambling back, eyes fooling him, but then he felt his back hit a wall.

The rest of his crew were currently approaching him, and the man turned out to not be who he thought, for his hair was nearly brown, his eyes were darker and his skin was lighter. "You're welcome." The man muttered before departing, but whether that was because of the apparent rudeness of him or the freaky ass pirate crew approaching the man who nearly drowned.

"You okay, Doubloon?" Dogshank asked, leaning down to inspect the two faced mute.

He nodded in reply, rubbing his neck and coughing up a little more water.

"You need any help?" She offered a hand as Doubloon stood, but he shook his head. "You did kind of nearly drown there."

He glared and walked back to the ship, Clancee assuring him that he'd dried the deck while the others went to get him and now it was safe for walking on.

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't a little more nervous around water afterwards.


They were fighting against another pirate ship, it was called April's Rose, and one of the pirates, male, human, tiny compared to her, managed to inflict a large cut on her wrist. She yelled and later defeated him but the blood loss made her dizzy.

He caught her somehow, and guided her to the ship while the others fought and took the bandages and wrapped her wrist in them, of course silent and focused, looking up at to make sure she was awake.

"Thanks." She grunted, waiting until he'd pulled his hands away and nodded to say he'd finished then pulling her arm away from him. He stared at her for a while, looking in her eyes. She stared back at him awkwardly.

"What?"

He pointed at her eyes, honey yellow, and gave her a look to question if they were real.

"Oh they're natural all right!" She grinned, showing them off happily. "Got them from my mother's side." The grin left her face. "I don't really remember my mother much, since she died when I was young." A bittersweet smile appeared on her face. "I remember this aroma of cookies though, this beautiful smell of biscuits, and she'd hold me. She... She drowned."

Doubloon listened as the woman continued on talking about her mother, smiling sadly at each tale, secretly wishing he could have had a chance to share happy memories with either of his parents - even his real dad.

"You probably don't want to hear me rambling about my la-" She was surprised when he viciously shook his head. "How come?"

He longed to tell her the real answer, but there was no paper to write on and it was too hard to act out. So he simply shrugged, a quick and easy answer.

She smiled and hugged him. "Thank you. It's... It's been a long time since someone listened to me."

He smiled, hugging her back, glad he was able to be something better than what he'd been told he'd amount to.


He'd just been smacked around the head by Flintlocke for 'dilly-dallying', and his head was quite literally spinning around and he was stumbling.

He reached out to steady himself and grabbed something.

Firm.

His head straightened and he realised what he'd grabbed, somehow.

Dogshank had been crouching to steady him, but, oh no, in his dizzied state, he just had to grab onto her breasts.

With the whole damn crew watching.

Including his captain.

And he was paralysed with fear and then let go slowly. He looked at his hands like he'd created a monster and looked up at her. He trembled slightly and looked at the rest of the crew, Flintlocke and Nadakhan barely stifling laughter, Clancee staring with widened eyes and Monkey Wretch silently staring.

Dogshank raised an eyebrow, and when he looked at his hands in horror, she acted offended. "What's that supposed to mean, hm?" She chuckled a little, and had he been able to talk, he'd be stuttering and apologising and fuck it he was gone.

He spinjitzu-ed his way out and ran down into his cabin, hiding under the covers for what seemed to be an hour, reflecting on the events.

He touched her breasts.

Her chest.

Her well-developed, firm chest, and it scared him that he had felt a tinge of pleasure before the fear and embarassment set in.

Oh Nadakhan.

Oh Nadakhan oh Nadakhan oh Nadakhan oh Nada-KHAN! Someone grabbed his hips from above the cover, Dogshank, he presumed, and he shot up from underneath.

She laughed and looked at him. "It's fine, you were dizzy, your head was spinning, you didn't mean to. I forgive you." He didn't seem to accept the forgiveness, so she sighed, turned him around and gently slapped him, still enough to inflict pain but not enough to hurt him a lot. "Now do you accept my forgiveness?"

He nodded absent-mindedly and attempted slipping out of her grasp, but she gripped him so tightly that he almost fell backwards, but she pulled him up before he hit the ground. For a second, it was as if he was flying (an idea of which he'd never approved of, since it had been proved humans couldn't fly without a tail and most attempts, probably all, ended with the demise of the one who tried it and mourning, plus the idea of flying above ground and water unsettled him greatly) but he was yanked into her lap with unsettled him even more.

If the crew saw this...

"You're very tense, Doubloon."

"..." Of course, she was answered with silence, but he seemed frozen.

She chuckled and sighed. "They'll be coming down in a second, buddy, but not yet. Now, while you're actually on the planet, have you accepted my forgiveness?"

This time he nodded truthfully; she knew this and let him escape this time, and could just hear the rest of the crew talking about random shit, and she couldn't stop a smile appear on her face.

She loved Misfortune's Keep, she loved the crew and she loved him.


"You'd think being a pirate with a Djinn as your captain would mean pillaging and striking fear into people," Dogshank mused as she and Doubloon sat down on the deck next to him, the male taking a meditative position. "And it wouldn't include learning a dance."

The male nodded during his meditation but didn't open his eyes.

"What's weirder is that Clancee is actually kind of good at singing, as is Flintlocke. I mean you and Monkey Wretch can't really sing coherently, since he's, well, a robot primate and you're... well, you know. And I don't care much for singing." She mused, looking toward the sky. "What do you think about it?"

He simply shrugged.

"Sometimes I wonder what goes on in that head, but something tells me I don't really want to know. Maybe we should find a telepath or something."

Doubloon only now opened his eyes and gestured to his position, eyes glaring into her soul. She understood then that when he was meditating, he wanted peace, and talking was not peace. She decided to go into her own meditative pose and closed her eyes.

It was harder than she imagined, since there was so many things she wanted to say, and then she realised that it was probably the same thing with Doubloon.

How did he manage to put up with that? Did he invent a voice in his head and talk to that? According to Flintlocke, Doubloon, before making that wish, had never stopped talking - yet now he was mute and humble, and she wondered how that had happened.

Was he really just formally insane? If so, she really worried for her and the rest of the crew's safety.

Or did he just learn to deal with it and talk to himself?

She really hoped for the latter.

She felt someone poke her cheek and she opened her eyes to see Monkey Wretch on her shoulder. "Hm?"

He chattered, nowadays they were beginning to understand him and it was something along the lines of 'Doubloon, is sleeping, question mark.' She didn't understand why he said the punctation instead of raising his chatters at exclamation points and raising his pitch at questions - they did it in France.

He meant 'is Doubloon sleeping?' and she shook her head and said he was meditating.

Then as if he'd woken from the dead, his eyes peeled open and he looked at them, nodding a greeting.

"You okay?"

He blinked and stood and walked away from the pair, and she looked to Wretch who simply shrugged. She stood up as well and followed him to the deck.

What was going on inside his head?


He looked up at her, re-positioning his burgundy beret on his head as she looked at the state of the city they'd once terrorised themselves. "So," He began to say, looking at the one he knew as Dogshank. "We wake up, human and the same age we were when Nadakhan changed us, with memories of something that apparently never happened, and what's better is that we wake up in an apocalypse with our former enemies saving our asses."

She nodded, watching as a white clad person iced, quite literally, another robot, except this robot was of a different make and seemingly more modern, and a red clad teenager burn the modern robots to a melting pulp with burning hands.

A blue clad teen was whacking them with nunchucks and she found that somewhat hilarious. She'd continue watching but then a robot shot one of them, and the red clad one was kneeling beside them.

She couldn't make out genders or voices or words since they were too far away.

"What do you think's gonna happen to them, Doubloon?"

"I... I don't know..." He hummed in thought, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Hopefully nothing too bad..." His eye caught a shadow and he turned to see, only seeing what looked like a child with a gun and sword, grey clothing and white and black hair. He frowned and went to stand and follow, but she grabbed his wrist. "Dogshank, what are you doing?"

"We should get back to our shelter, buddy, I can see robots coming up." She nodded to over her shoulder, looking back as well.

He gave a grunt and a nod before standing and taking his blade into hand and shooting at them with the attached gun.

He ran out of ammo and it was then Beatrix pulled out her handbag.

Her handbag turned into a machine gun.

The bullets cut through the enemy robots like a knife through butter - no, like a finger through water or syrup perhaps - and there was an electric, metal mess on the floor, and she smiled back at him like she'd just made him a birthday cake.

He stared at her, vowing to never piss her off, and she took his hand in into her own and they rushed back to their shelter.


He saw a black clad teen, male, approaching the child he'd seen earlier. "Hey. What do you think you're doing?"

The child, male, turned around (and something told him that he was not ten like he'd first thought, but older - fourteen maybe) and grinned at the other teen. "Long time no see, hm? Sorry, but I have to make my money somehow, and if I have to kill people, so be it."

"You're only helping his cause!" The black clad male snapped back, pulling out a weapon, daggers and a scythe?

"I'm only doing what people ask of me!" The assassin, what he presumed the male was, also took out his sword, it glinting in the moon's light as he took a stance. "Or I'm the punisher of those who indirectly ask. Like you." He leapt forward, only for the other male to kick him back and to the side, jumping up and going to hit him.

The assassin rolled out of the way and dashed forward, sword ready to meet flesh, but his face made contact with the fist of the other male and then he was kicked in the stomach. With a grunt, he was sent flying, sword flying into a wooden telephone pole and stabbing itself into it. He gave a groan and took out his pistol and began shooting, the other male dodging them by leaps and ducks and somehow deflected them with his scythe, with each dodge and deflect he stepped toward the assassin.

He swung the edge of his scythe into the assassin's head, and then decided what to do with him. He whacked him around the head and left him to the hospital.

Standing not too far away was a woman, with cotton white hair that flowed like waves to her knees and graphite grey eyes. She wore a dress similar to a laboratory's subject gown, white and the skirt part dancing in the wind. Her eyes began bleeding, the blood dark against her pale skin. One hand reached out toward him and the other slowly lifted from the side of her hand to the sky in a vertical line.

A man with tawny brown hair, red amber eyes and fair skin walked toward her, his right hand holding the left hand of another woman, who had ebony black hair, cerulean blue eyes and fair skin too. Both were reaching up like the other women, and he was in a blacksmith's clothes and she was dressed in a morgue gown. Blood gushed out of their eyes too.

All three suddenly appeared in his face, and in an eerie voice, all three whispered, "Save our sons."

He sat up in his bed, gasping and sweating, shaking like a leaf. The bed was wet and he sighed, getting out of bed and putting on his clothes. She woke up and sighed, helping him. "Go get washed, I'll sort it."

Embarrassed, he took a bath - the water in the shower hit him too hard for his liking and it was so nice to lay back...

He might have laid back too far and felt his head go under and he shot back up and gasped. He drained the tub and got dressed quickly after drying himself off, his shirt having landed in the sink (this happened a lot) and he ran shirtless into their room - it didn't matter that they shared a room, at least not to them - and put on another. She was replacing his sheet at that point, and she sighed.

"What happened?"

"I... I don't know... I fell asleep and I had this... nightmare... It was weird. I woke up and... well yeah..."

"Hm." Dogshank finished the job and looked up at him. "I'm sure it's just a one time thing." She handed him his beret which resided on the side with a small smile. He went to grab it but she lifted it out of his grip last minute, teasing smile on her face, and he groaned.

They practically danced around the room, his beret in her hand just out of reach and he sighed and tripped her up with his foot and she fell onto the bed, beret falling discarded and he fell due to their feet being interlocked. They fell atop each other and burst out laughing.

Their laughter died away and he scrambled off her. She grabbed his beret and placed on his head.

She fought off the urge to kiss him.

He fought off the urge to kiss her.


It was present day, they were dating now, and they were sat at the café Shadow and Zane had sat at, at the tables they'd sat at, with the same loved-up look they'd had. Shadow sat on a table behind Ezekiel, hands clasped in deep thought, but what he was thinking about was a mystery.

They'd made the mistake of not scouting the area, but it wasn't their fault to an extent, and as they sat, Beatrix stated she thought she heard someone yelling, but he waved it off.

They heard Kai yell in warning, but...

Too late.

A bullet pierced her skull and she fell on the table dead.

Ezekiel stared in horror, memories stored deep down being unearthed.

Five, sister, death by bullet in head, step-parents.

Twenty-three, partner, death by bullet in head, robot.

Kai gave a yell of anger and sliced through the robot, and when the sword was swiped away, he burnt through the drone with his pyrokinesis, and when it fell, still melting, he saw her carcass and the tears gathering in her partner's eyes. He didn't say anything, just stood there, trembling, also remembering something.

Neuro ran into the robots behind Kai, stabbing and slashing, yelling, as if he'd had practice, and when they were gone, he turned.

Ezekiel stood up, hands trembling, her head bleeding out.

He let out a whimper of emotional pain, and Neuro approached him.

"Ezekiel... I... I'm sorry..."

There was no response; Ezekiel ran past him and past the frozen Kai. He heard two join them, presumably Shadow and he wasn't sure of the fourth person.

I never felt that it was wise to wish too much...

His feet tapped the ground, he was sprinting, and he knew he was never going to be alone again...

To dream too big would only lead to being crushed...

He was alone now, at that precise moments and for the next few moments, but he could almost hear their voices, calling him.

Then I met you, you weren't afraid of anything...

People could and would call him crazy, but you can't call a man with burdens crazy because burdens would catch up on him, and now was the time he would finally truly be joyful...

You taught me how to leave the ground, to use my wings...

He whimpered as he fell to the ground onto his hands and onto his knees, panting, but still happy that he was going to see them both again...

I never thought a hero would ever come my way...

He looked back silently, tears in his eyes as he blurrily saw they were all male, and she was not in the crowd, but calling him.

But more than that, I never thought you'd be taken away...

He nodded to himself quietly, taking a deep breath and pulling out his weapon, placing it on his arm with silence that championed those hundreds of years of silence on Misfortune's Keep.

Now it's cold without you here...

He could just hear her, whispering in his ear, the same words she'd uttered to him when he was five.

It's like winter lasts all year...

He could just feel her, her hand on his shoulder, lips on his own, and he could feel her nodding to him.

But your star's still in the sky...

It was night, and he looked up, seeing the beautiful constellations, and two stars that shone most of all, and it made him sob once loudly.

So I won't say goodbye...

"DON'T DO IT! EZEKIEL, DON'T DO IT, PLEASE! N-"

I don't have to say goodbye...

Bang. The bullet pierced his head, he fell on his side, dead.

"NO! NO, NO, NO, NO, no, no, n-" Neuro broke down crying, Kai pulling him into his chest and rubbing his back soothingly, burying his own head into Neuro's head.

Shadow pulled his hands to his face and looked at the fourth person.

Clancee had seen his two teammates die... His mission was impossible.

He looked up and sighed.

Three stars shone brightly in the night sky, and it brought a sad smile to his face.

At least Doubloon and Dogshank were happy.


Clancee was their new housemate, Shadow living with Karloff (he'd offered Neuro to come back, but Neuro denied the offer), and as soon as they returned back, Neuro got changed into his night clothes, ate some of his dinner and fell asleep in his sleeping bag.

"You can borrow mine for tonight, Clancee... I'm not tired."

Clancee wanted to argue but Kai glared at him and he reluctantly stepped into the sleeping bag and eventually fell asleep.

Kai sat at the dinner table, hands massaging his face, elbows on the table, and sighed.

He clasped his hands together and rested his chin on them, and looked up at the ceiling.

Beatrix and Ezekiel were dead.

That's two more people he couldn't save.

Tears blurred his face and he couldn't stop them from pouring down as he sobbed. He lifted a hand to muffle his sobs so the others wouldn't make up, the tears flowing down. He covered his eyes with his palms and continued crying.

Why did everyone around him die?

And why could he never save them?


A/N: I killed Ezekiel and Beatrix. I can already hear you at the door. Please don't kill me.

Anyway, despite what you may think, I didn't kill them off for shits and giggles.

I killed them so Neuro, who has only seen someone who has died, can understand that horrible feeling of losing someone and seeing them die.

It's also so that he, and hopefully you guys, will realise that this fanfiction (or in his case, the apocalypse) will contain character death as well as shipping and people will die.

If you can't handle that, I suggest you stop reading from here on out, because I can go depressing.

Anyway, I'm sorry, NerdyJD, I know Ezekiel was your favourite, and I killed him, but his death wasn't so I could feast on your tears (sorry, had to say it).

You have Clancee now... I guess that's good?

His design is a tiny bit different than in the show. He's still a snake, of course but he is a little differently designed.

The song used in Ezekiel's death scene is RWBY's Cold, and Beatrix's weapon is RWBY's Coco's weapon.

As are her sunglasses and Ezekiel's beret.

This fanfiction is stock full of references.

It'll probably end up having Supernatural and Gravity Falls and maybe even The Librarians references.

...

I should do that.

The reasons I had Ezekiel and Beatrix's backstories and their memories were:

1. I wasn't happy with how very little Beatriel/SilentWinnershipping there was in previous chapters, since the majority of their scenes were from Ezekiel's POV and most of the time he was under the influence of those DAMN PILLS.

2. You see their beginnings and ends. It's more feelsy that way.

You have full permission to scream at me in the reviews.

I have to admit, I did a kind of pretty job for my atrocious writing skills.

Never mind, it's crap.

Haha I have no self-esteem.

Anyway, I hope you... Well, not enjoyed, since two characters died and Kai was in tears. Neuro cried, dammit, why would you enjoy it?!

I kinda liked writing it, but I'm a sadist.

Anyway, I hope you liked how the chapter was written (XD) and please review.

But for all the characters in this, please give me ideas for theme songs! PLEASE.

Bye, I guess?