A pair of footsteps echoed through the currently empty halls of Beacon academy. They walked until they reached the entrance to the med bay. Ash turned to Ozpin but the man was looking straight ahead.

After briefly glancing back at his student he heaved a great sigh and pushed open the double doors and entered. The bustling staff barely regarded them as they walked through hallways that had some students in beds hooked up to various machines. They made their way to a secluded section and Ash couldn't help much notice the lack of human noises. Most of what he could hear was composed of the beeps of various tech. His heart began to race and it took every strand of willpower to not bolt right then and there.

A dignified looking doctor spotted him as soon as he entered. He said no words but instead gestured to the plain hospital bed.

The boy took a shaky step back and then another. His back hit the cold wall of the room. His breathing quickened and his vision began to fail him. Fear began to quickly overtake him and he fell over and scrambled backwards in a vain attempt to get away. "No, no, no!"

The miasma immediately formed and begun to swirl around him in a barrier. The cold edge of Ozpin's cane on his neck paused his deliriousness.

"Calm yourself."

Ash immediately begun to flail and Ozpin didn't hesitate to begin his swing aiming to take a chunk out of his aura however he was to shocked by what happened next. Ash began to cry out and the sounds of bones shifting and crunching filled the room. Two bone stubs burst from his back. He arched his back and the stub grew in a quick and loud burst. It formed a thin, light skeleton for his wings. They were flared and very much intimidating however that was it. Without any substance they were useless weights that threw off his balance but Ozpin realised the significance of the event. Maybe that was his excuse. That's why he wasn't trying to help him, comfort him, ease the burdens of his pain. To him there was no more saving him. His efforts were wasted, his battle fruitless.

And now he was being taunted by the gods, proving that he was too weak, that humanity was too weak. That he was destined to lose to Salem and her forces because she was stronger. The proof was right in front of him after all. The grimm had won and the human had lost.

Ozpin raised his weapon ready to strike down the grimm before him but was stopped by the doctor grabbing his wrist.

"I won't have blood shed in my infirmary." The headmaster opened his mouth to retort but was shot down. "You may be the headmaster but I hold the power over how quickly your students heal." He flashed a smile. "Please remember that."

Ozpin lowered his weapon and the doctor quickly set to work on checking on his now still patient. He touched the bottom of his wrist with his fingers. "He's unconscious. It seems that the pain was too much."

Ozpin shook his head sadly, "I made a mistake doctor." His tone became cold and calculated. "That boy cannot be here anymore."

The doctor was feeling around Ash's chest and gave a wry smile. He peeled back the hoodie a gave a small tug when it got caught on his upper torso. When it came off Ozpin inhaled sharply. An indistinguishable piece of bone armour lay on his chest. Near the centre however was fractured. It begun a little towards the left side of his chest but it looked like a wormhole. The shards of bone got smaller the closer it was to the epicentre. The shattered red markings still drew his attention. The way the red eye seemed to stare into his soul was haunting enough.

"See he's a grimm." Ozpin pointed out but even he could barely recognise his voice. It was colder, deadlier devoid of the kindness that he usually addressed his students in.

The smile never left the doctors face but he made no indication that he was going to look up. He finger traced the uneven cracks of the plate. "Ozpin you once asked me to take care of a student who had his chest shredded by an ursa. I never wavered in my effort despite knowing he was a dead man walking." Ozpin remembered the event all to well. It was just another mistake that was because of his carelessness.

"This boy is not a lost cause. Or at least not as lost as you think." He turned his attention away from his patient and rose to his full height. Their eyes met and in that moment Ozpin knew he wasn't going to back down.

"Do you know what that fracture is above?" He asked pointing towards the bone plating.

"..."

"Answer me Ozpin." The doctor voice was firm but even Ozpin in his less than stellar state could tell he wasn't trying to be mean.

"It's above his heart." His voice came out no louder than a whisper but even then it felt too loud.

"What does that tell you."

"That he hasn't been consumed yet." He drew a shaky breath to try and stop himself from revealing how he felt. "He hasn't stop fighting yet."

"Why have you forsaken him then when you know that all hope is not lost?"

"Because I have made many mistakes..." he looked down on the boy. "I don't want to make the same mistakes again." The room was quiet but the silence was deafening. The sound of a single teardrop was more akin to glass being shattered.

Ash's footsteps echoed through an empty hallway. The light tap of his feet the only comforting sound amidst the chorus of tortured screams that rebounded of the pristine, white walls. Without those screams he probably would have thought he was in heaven.

A man had taken him from Cinder and now he couldn't help but be scared by him. All the adults wore weird white clothes and were always very secretive when they were discussing stuff.

They let him stay in a small room. He had a small window with a spectacular view of a raging blizzard, a bed, a sink, the clothes he was wearing and little to no privacy.

With so little to do and so many thoughts he usually ended up thinking about his sister. She probably knew he was missing after all they said they would meet up in a few minutes before he was taken and they both never broke their promises. She had told him she would protect him and that promise was the only thing that kept him going. She had to come.

The world around him blurred as time sped up and Ash found himself strapped to a cold, metal bed. Doctors were busy preparing for something all around him. Machines gave off the occasional beeps and boops accompanied by the hushed whispers of adults. He didn't understand what was happening but he felt frightened.

While he was looking around he failed to notice the scientist with the syringe filled with a black substance.

The only warning was the swish of his arm descending towards his chest.

In mere moments his unease was replaced by a unrelenting torrent of pain that seemed to encompass his entire being. His lungs desperately tried to keep up with his erratic breathing to no avail and he thrashed against his restraints like a rabid beast. His eyes began to burn as salty droplets of despair leaked down his face. The ravenous flames of pain continued to course though his body and his head began to ache. His eye shot open as a he felt something burrow into his head. It was akin to a sharp spike being driven into his brain.

Suddenly his senses began to dull, and his eyes felt heavy. The pain that had ailed him seemed to evaporate and he let out a relieved sigh. It was over. Two amber eyes fluttered before slowly closing. He was still.

Groans of annoyance and/or disappointment echoed through the room with the exception of the minority who were against the project in the first place. All they felt was sadness.

Two red eyes shot open and all hell was let loose on remnant. Screams were drowned out in the snowstorm outside. The white walls would forever be stained red and the howling wind would forever be a testament of their pain.

This was fine... that was the plan.

AN: So hopefully this gives you an idea of what the side effects of his grim form are. I would like to point out that this Ash has progressed more quickly into a grim as a result of his own attitude and that the bone plates are created from his own bones which hollowed out to allow himself the ability to fly. In any case Ash is a lot lighter than the average person but can easily break bones so... ya. Until next time