Welcome to RvB: The Beacon Chronicles! I finally finished, due to a 10-hour car trip. I hope you all had a great holiday celebrating whatever you celebrate and hope you all have a great 2020! Enjoy the story!

Wombag1786

thanks for the advice, I have adjusted it. I write it line by line, I find that it helps me get my ideas across better.

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Roman Torchwick sighed as he strolled down the street, heading towards Dust Till Dawn. His mind wandered to thoughts of his son, Simmons. He was heartbroken when he had heard of his wife's death and had almost run to pick Simmons up and bring him home. Almost. He had stopped when Neo had reminded him that he was a big-time criminal and that he couldn't bring a kid in now, as they would be a target. He tried to point out that he had done that with her, but she shook her head and signed to him that that was when he was a small-time crook, not like now, where he was one of the top criminals. He sighed and decided to ask Neo to send Simmons some more money to look after himself. He shook away those thoughts when a grunt, (one of Junior's men, something he could grab in hurry,) alerted him that they were approaching Dust Till Dawn. Shaking any thoughts of his son, Roman angrily told the man that he indeed knew that and not to tell him obvious things again. The grunt, who he deemed suitably chastened, instantly apologised and said he would never do it again. He responded to that with a grunt and told everyone to get ready.

As he and his cheap team of grunts entered the store, his practised eyes assessed the room with a glance. He had chosen his time perfectly, only three people were in the store. One was an elderly storekeeper, who took one look at him and his armed grunts, and immediately knew what was happening, and was powerless to do anything about it. Roman dismissed him as a threat. The next person was a black-haired young girl, wearing a black and red outfit, listening to music through a red headset so loud that Roman could hear it from where he stood. He dismissed her as a threat considering her age and that she didn't notice them when they came in. the third person was a boy, two years older than the girl, wearing tattered clothes that he must have worn for a while. The boy was exanimating a dust crystal closely, seemingly fascinated by it. He resolved to keep a close eye on him. He strolled in from the doorway and stopped in front of the shopkeeper.

"Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a dust shop open this late?"

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Grif watched the exchange through the reflection of the dust crystal he was holding in his hand. He had finally found his target after searching so long and was determined he was not going to escape. He watched in confusion as Roman ordered the grunts to grab all of the dust from the store. What did he need it for, anyway? Shaking his head, he focused on the grunt walking towards him, probably intending to rob of his money or the dust crystal in his hands. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched another grunt walk over to the only occupant of the store unaware of what was happening, probably because of the music blasting from her ears.

"Hey Kid put your hands up and give me your wallet." The grunt closest to him said, swinging his sword around his head and stopping it at his neck.

"Look, man, I'm generally a lazy guy and I don't have a problem with you. I'm going to give you one chance to back off and go home. The less of you here, the less I have to kill. Ok?" he replied.

The grunt scoffed. "Yeah right kid, I have a sword to your neck. What are you going to do?"

"I'm glad you asked. First off, I'm going to grab your sword, like this," Grif then proceeded to grab the handle of the blade, twisting it so that the grunt cried out in pain and dropped the sword.

"Then, I stab you with your sword." He explained, stabbing the grunt in the leg and punching him in the head, knocking him out. The sound of metal hitting flesh echoed across the store, turning everyone's attention to him. Grif locked eyes with Roman and grinned darkly.

"I've been looking forward to this for a long time." He said, slowly bringing his weapon, the Grifshot, out from his back.

"What are you waiting for? Go get him!" Roman ordered. That was until a grunt flew into him, knocking him over and bashing his head on the ground.

"Don't think it's just him," Ruby said, using her semblance to run outside the store. "You're not going anywhere!"

"Change of plans," Roman said calmly. "Go deal with the girl, I'll fight the boy."

"Yes, sir!" The grunts saluted and circled Ruby, only causing her to smile and twirl her grip of the shaft of Crescent Rose and spin it, pausing her headphones with her other hand.

Roman and Grif faced each other, Roman with his cane in hand and Grif with his Grifshot.

"What did I do to you anyway, kid?" Roman asked, spinning his cane then pointing it at him. "Did I rob you? Ruin your life in some small, insignificant way?"

"You killed my sister," Grif replied, his voice shaking in anger.

"Um… who?" Roman questioned. That was the wrong answer apparently to Grif, who roared in anger and charged, only to be met with the business end of Roman's cane.

With a twitch of Roman's finger, the cane shot a ball of exploding dust straight at Grif, only for him to duck and it to go flying out the window.

"I'm going to KILL you!" Grif snarled, twirling his grifshot around his body and then pointing the barrel directly at Roman.

Ruby spun around, Crescent Rose spinning with her and knocking the two grunts away, only to see another one stop at the door and pull out a gun. "Crap!" Ruby thought, preparing to move. As the grunt started firing, Ruby used her semblance to dodge all of the bullets that he shot at her. As she was dodging, she glanced at the other boy that was in the store fighting Roman, only for her to gasp as she watched the boy spin his weapon, (a grenade launcher with a bladed edge, possibly more, she couldn't tell from this far away), so that it pointed toward Roman and the store behind him.

Moving as quickly as she could, she ran in front of the remaining grunt and swung her scythe into him. With a muffled oof, the grunt went flying into the boy, knocking him over and causing the grenade he shot to go flying into the air and explode.

"Well kids, this has been fun, but it's time we part ways," Roman yelled, shooting another exploding firework from the bottom of the cane at Ruby. Seeing it, Ruby twirled her scythe, ready to block it, but quickly decided that this was not a blocking case. She pulled the trigger of her gun and used the knockback of her gun to fly up in the air, watching the ground below her explode. Landing, she heard a growl and saw the boy from earlier running towards a building that had Roman climbing up a ladder. As the boy ran off, Ruby sighed and quickly spoke to the shopkeeper.

"You okay if I go after them?" she asked him, pulling Crescent Rose into her compact form and pushing it into its signature place behind her back.

"Uh-huh." The shopkeeper nodded and Ruby used her semblance to scale the building, getting to the top at the same time as Grif.

"Hey!" she yelled at a retreating Roman, causing him to pause and turn around, holding his cane at the ready.

"Persistent." He muttered, seeming to be waiting for something.

A bullhead appeared, its doors were wide open and a woman in purple waiting there.

"Well Red, Rags, it's been fun, but it's time we spilt ways!" Roman yelled, pulling out a dust crystal and throwing it in the air, landing near the kids and exploding near them.

"Hahaha!" Roman yelled jumping onto the bullhead and offering his hand to the woman next to him in a high five, only to be ignored. The smoke cleared, revealing the kids and two adults in an energy dome. One of the adults wore a white and black leotard, with a purple and black cape. The other wore a dark purple shirt and purple trousers, with a black jacket over the top, and he held to sniper rifles, pointed down.

"What!" the woman beside Roman yelled, clearly shocked.

"Hello, sister!" North called, dropping the shield and raising his sniper rifles to fire, Glynda using her semblance to create a spear of shattered earth to attack the bullhead.

"Go get her!" South yelled to Roman as she grabbed her rocket pod and fired at the two, half of them destroying the spear, the other rockets firing at the two, only for North to shoot them with his snipers. Roman ducked away and ran to the driver's seat.

"We got company!" he yelled, taking over the controls as the driver, dressed in a red dress, left the controls and ran to the back of the bullhead, going to help South.

"Couldn't handle them?" she asked South, sending multiple bursts of fire at the two, only for Glynda to dodge them and create a dust-infused storm, which covered the bullhead. With a flick of her wand, the storm started dropping large shards of hail onto the aircraft, narrowly missing Roman's head.

"Shit!" He yelled in surprise, his grip on the controls slipping and the bullhead skating around, causing North's bullet to miss the engine.

"Damn it!" North cursed, using the rest of the clip on his sister and the woman in red, who merely blocked each shot. He loaded a blue clip into his snipers and started firing ice dust bullets towards them, the woman in red burning them and South pulling her rocket pod in front of her. Growling, North focused and saw South's leg poking out of the rocket pod. Smiling darkly, North sighted and fired in the space of a few seconds, hitting South's leg and watching it freeze over.

The woman in red sighed as she watched South crouch down, hissing in pain. She turned her eyes to the group of heroes. Using her powers, she ignited the ground below them and barked from Roman to leave, not letting her glowing eyes leave them and watching them be pulled out of the way by that Goodwitch.

"Interesting…" she murmured, allowing the Bullhead to take her away.

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"You're huntsmen!" Ruby yelled, running up to them as soon as the bullhead vanished into the sky. Looking at them with stars in her eyes, she asked them one question.

"Can I have your autograph?"

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"Young lady, I hope you know that your actions will not be taken lightly. You put yourself and others in danger." Glynda remarked angrily, as Ruby shrank back. "And you." She said, turning towards Grif, who sat in his chair with his feet up on the desk and had a bored expression on his face. "You are in serious trouble! You tried to shoot a grenade from your weapon into a dust store. If Ruby here," she gestured to Ruby. "Hadn't stopped you, the explosion would have been catastrophic! What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Glynda calm down," North said, casually leaning against the wall, watching her. "I'll talk to him."

"Are you sure?" she asked, anger still flaring. "He could have killed someone!"

"I'll talk to him," he repeated, his face turning grim.

"If you're sure." She said, giving up and turning back to Ruby, who promptly looked scared.

"Alright kid," North said calmly. "What's your name?"

"Dexter Grif, but you can call me Grif," Grif said, pulling his legs down from the table as North watched him.

"Well Grif, why were you at Dust till Dawn today?" he asked, pulling a chair out and sitting down next to him.

"I had to get some dust." He replied. "What else do you go to a dust store for?"

"And why did you attack Torchwick?" North gently prodded, ignoring the question.

"He killed my sister, that's why! It's why I've been chasing him my whole life!" Grif shouted, his eyes full of tears, one slowly sliding down his face. The outburst stopped all conversations around the room as all eyes turned to him. He took a deep breath and dashed a hand across his eyes, clearing the tears that had started to fall.

"Let me tell you what happened." He muttered.

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Grif hid behind a wall, watching his twin do her thing. The young girl had found the best place to beg for scraps and coins and let her dirty clothes and mute voice do the talking for her. This particular day, a man wearing a white suit walked past her, his head down and a top hat on the top of his head, covering his eyes. Wordlessly, she gestured her hands in a begging motion, catching the end of his sleeve. This startled the man, who was obviously in deep thought.

"WHAT!" he exclaimed, causing Grif's sister to flinch and slowly start backing away from him. Seeing this, Roman sighed and gently knelt beside her, speaking words too softly for Grif to hear from how far away he was. A smile beamed across her face and she clapped happily. Roman smiled and got up, Grif's sister following him down into a nearby alley. Concerned, Grif got out of his hiding place to follow them, only to duck back into it as Roman turned back around, something hard in his eyes and an unreadable expression on his face. Believing that he was not being followed, Roman turned back and followed Grif's sister down the alley. Grif waited for a second, then slowly slid out of his hiding spot and started down the alley. He got halfway down the alley when he heard a gunshot from within the alleyway. His heart sinking, he sprinted down to the end of the alley, where he hid behind a doorway and peered out. What he saw, however, he was not ready for. Peering across, he saw his sister's body, laying against the wall. He froze and time stopped moving. He turned and ran away, leaving Roman and the body of his sister behind.

"And that's my story. My semblance as well. It's the reason I hate Roman Torchwick with all I have." Grif finished, wiping tears from his eyes.

"That's so sad!" Ruby choked out.

"Apologies, Mr Grif," Glynda said. "I had no idea you had gone through that much. However, this is not an excuse for your actions earlier. If it was up to me, I would send you both home with a pat on the back." Ruby perked up at this. "And a slap on the wrist," Glynda stated, smacking her riding crop onto the table, making Ruby shriek and pull her hand back. "Fortunately for you, there's someone who wants to see you."

She moved out of the pathway of the door as it opened and allowed a silver-haired man to walk through.

"Ruby, Grif, it's good to meet you." He said, cleaning his glasses and putting them on, only to freeze and peer at Ruby. "You… have silver eyes." He whispered, a thoughtful frown on his face.

"Um…" she replied, unsure of how to react to that.

"So, how did you two learn to fight like this?" he asked, picking up a tablet that had clips of them fighting.

"Signal academy, sir!" Ruby replied happily, watching as North held out a plate of cookies for her.

"Signal academy taught you to use one of the most deadly weapons ever designed?" he asked, his tone incredulous.

"Well, one teacher in particular," she paused, a cookie halfway to her mouth as she watched Grif been given food as well before she quickly ate the cookie. Pausing at the taste, she then preceded to shovel her way through the plate.

"Hmm… it's just that I've only seen one other scythe-wielder of that skill before. A dusty old crow…" he trailed off.

"That's my uncle!" Ruby commented with her mouth full. She swallowed before continuing. "He taught me everything I know! I was total garbage before he took me under his wing. Now I'm awesome, like hooowaaah! Waaa-"

"I see that." The silver-haired man interrupted. "And you," he turned to Grif. "Where did you learn to do this?" He asked, gesturing towards the tablet in his hands.

"Taught myself." Came Grif's short reply.

"I see." He replied, just as quickly. "Then why does your weapon mirror one of my student's weapon?"

Grif's eyes slid away. "I might have had some help building it." He admitted.

"That's what I thought." He said, pulling a chair out and sitting down. "Now, do you two know who I am?"

"No idea," Grif said sarcastically.

"Your professor Ozpin, headmaster of Beacon." She responded.

He chuckled softly. "Hello."

"Pleasure to meet you," Ruby replied formally.

"You want to go to my school?" he asked.

"More than anything." She whispered.

"Well alright. You can come." He said, leaning back in his chair.

"Really?" She squealed.

"Indeed," he smiled back. "Now, what are we going to do with you," he wondered, standing and turning towards Grif, who meets his gaze with a defiant stare.

"Sir," North asked, stepping up beside Grif, "I would like to cash in my favour with you to let Grif go to Beacon."

Ozpin took a step back, his face clearly showing surprise. "Why?" he asked, wondering what on Remnant had possessed the man to say that.

"Because he needs to," North replied, meeting Ozpin's gaze unflinchingly.

"Alright, on one condition.' Ozpin started.

"Yes?" North asked curiously.

"He goes to counselling sessions." Ozpin negotiated.

"Deal," North replied quickly.

"Wait, what?" Grif asked.

Well, you two." Ozpin said, ignoring Grif's question. "Welcome to Beacon."

And that's the first chapter! I Decided too not to do the Bullhead scene because it has a good ending spot already. This chapter was about 3000 words long, so this is the longest chapter I have done yet. As always, please review! Tell me what you think. Hope you enjoyed, CommanderCheat82 out!