(A/N): Hey guys, M4 here and here is another chapter to Second Chance. It does get a bit emotional in this chapter so keep tissues ready. I do hope you all enjoy this chapter and I will talk to you guys later!

ALL Beta credit goes to CaptainPrice. I do not own RWBY. All credit goes to Roosterteeth and Monty Oum(R.I.P)

"Where the fuck am I?" I asked myself again.

If someone told me this morning that I was going to get shot in the face and revived for a second chance at life, I would have dismissed them as being high.

Now that I was standing in this new world and having gone through that, it threw my whole perception into the air. The whole realization itself was overwhelming and it made me feel smaller than before.

I'm here now, all alone. Everything that I had grown used to in my life back home was wiped clean, and replaced with a new slate that had to be rebuilt. My parents. My friends. My home. They were gone, and not coming back.

My hands ran through my hair and I took a deep breath through my nose to try and calm down. I could feel my eyes prickling with tears that had built up and threatened to escape.

That whole thing about men shouldn't cry? Bullshit. I sure as hell was trying to live up to it, but you put yourself in my shoes for a second with everything that happened to me, and we'll see how you fucking take it. I was scared.

Wherever I was, I was on my own from here on out. I had to figure out a lot of crap and it would take time to get in the swing of it. When put on the spot in a situation you're unfamiliar with, you start asking questions.

Not those stupid ones, but those big ones a kid shouldn't have to worry about until they're almost done with high school or maybe even college.

Where was I going to go? Where was I going to live? How would I find my place in this new world?

My teeth bit down on my lower lip to keep a rattled sob from leaving me. I opened my eyes and felt the tears trickle down my face, making my vision blurry and distorting the faces of everyone that went by me. I lowered my head and wiped my eyes free and took another deep breath.

I can't stay here.

A frustrated growl left my mouth and I looked up and down the street quick to find a place I could go sit and try to calm down. Not somewhere where I could be seen and draw attention to myself. Some place quiet where I could just think and be alone.

I had to move, but my feet were rooted to the spot. My fear had gotten the best of me, and I was afraid to take that step out from the alley.

Jesus, how the hell do heroes pull themselves together and do what needs to be done? What about Marines? They made it look so easy! Some Marine I'd be if I couldn't even find my balls to start walking.

My fists clenched as I tried to dig something up from my mind for inspiration. Then I found it. The movie Lone Survivor popped into my head.

Now, I was not even remotely close to what those guys went through, but I remembered what Mark Wahlberg said when he played Marcus. All I did this time was picture him saying that to me.

"Suck it the fuck up, Kid! Get up and get your fuckin' legs working!"

I wiped my eyes again and did another look up and down the street. I would find some place to sit down eventually.

With great difficulty, I raised my foot and let it inch out in front of me to the sidewalk. It was heavy. Almost like a sandbag.

My foot hit that sidewalk like a brick. It was heavy and it almost kept me from moving my back leg. I took another step forward. Then another, and then another. Before I knew it, I was walking and passing between people.

The sounds of the area were kind of like New York.

The conversations of people as they went by. The honking of a bus or car here and there, and that one random guy with horns on his head.

Wait...what?

You know when you see something you don't believe you do a double take? I'm pretty sure I did a twelve take. I blinked after catching a brief look at the guy to confirm what I saw and then behind me to watch as he vanished into the crowd.

Nope. That just happened. Some guy with huge, legit horns just went right by me.

I'm not sure how long I stared after the guy, but it was enough to shed some light on this otherwise crappy situation. Wherever I was now, it was a place where people had animal characteristics. Something you'd see straight out a cartoon, or an anime…

I started walking again and my eyes shifted from person to person, all the while keeping in mind what I saw just a second ago. The further I got, the more people I noticed with something similar. Some had a tail and others had ears.

There was only one show I could think of off the top of my head that had people like this, but it wasn't possible. It just couldn't be.

I shook my head. Not possible.

I came to a stop beside a shop and looked inside. Through the glass I could see dozens of bookshelves lined up with some smaller ones near the front door with the newest books on display. It looked deserted.

This would work fine.

I entered the store and a bell chimed above me. My feet made dull thumps as I stepped into the deserted shop. Wood creaked when I took another step.

The floor was spotless, just like the books and the bookshelves. Not a trace of dust could be found on the endless books that ran up and down the store.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see some secluded sections in the store where customers could grab a book and sit down to read. One end had some beanbag-like chairs, and the other had some tables with chairs.

My feet were quick as they carried me to the beanbag chair and I plopped down in it. The chair sunk and adjusted to my form as I lounged in it and looked at the ceiling. This was really happening.

I had done well to stem the tears after I left the alley, but now they threatened to come back in force. My breath hitched and I could feel my throat tighten up as I tried to take another breath.

Let's review here for a minute.

I woke up this morning and expected my day to be routine as always, only for it to be the worst day of my life with barely anything that could be viewed as a silver lining. I fail a test.

Try to do the right thing by telling a teacher about those junkies, but where did that get me? A beating of a lifetime and getting murdered in an alley. Then I meet some angel that revives me for reasons I can only imagine, and now I'm in this world all alone.

If there was a reward for the worst day ever, I'd be the winner.

It just wasn't fair. How does a kid like me that does the right thing end up losing at the end of the day? What did I do?

I shook my head and rubbed my eyes. The quiet store was helping me, even though I was still drained after everything that happened. It gave me peace to dwell on my thoughts and I did not have to worry about people looking at me.

I then began to think of what Tex said earlier. He couldn't revive me on Earth since I'd be a vegetable with all the brain damage I would have had. If that was the case, was my body still lying in that alley or in a morgue? Did anyone even know my body was laying there rotting? What about Mom and Dad? Do they know what happened to me?

Then those thugs… did the police even catch them after they killed me, or did they get away with it?

That thought alone pissed me off to no end. If they somehow got away with killing me, that would just be the cherry on top of this crappy day. My fist clenched and I brought it down hard on the bag in a slam that echoed in the empty shop.

Damn it!

Slam!

Damn it!

Slam!

DAMN IT!

My breathing was shaky from the anger that was flowing through me. There had to be a reason this happened! I refuse to believe that I got murdered just for the heck of it!

I pushed myself out of the chair and my eyes swept the books on the shelves. Books were good for something and they sure as hell were going to help me figure out why I was where I was and why I died.

I grabbed one book after the next, only glancing at the titles before pulling them. Anything ranging from religion, death, philosophy, and even a couple of comics that looked promising. By the time I returned to the beanbag chairs, I had a tower of books just stopping in front of my eyes.

I set them down on the floor and sat back in the chair, grabbing the first book from the stack. "Religions of Remnant".

Wait, did I just read that right?

My eyes flicked to the title of the book I was holding, particularly fixed on the word Remnant. I'd seen that name before. It was from that Rooster Teeth web series RWBY. I'd seen every episode up to the latest volume and even read dozens of stories on fanfiction with arguably my most favorite one being "My Turn" by Le MAO XXIII.

It started to sink in for me then and there. Tex brought me back, and placed me in a world that I enjoyed, one where I had a vague idea of how it was run and what took place in it.

The question was where exactly did he drop me in the timeline? Was this before Cinder took Amber's powers? Before Ruby got recruited by Ozpin? After the fall of Beacon?

Holy shit. This only confirmed my doubts of where I was earlier.

That explained the guy with the horns, and those others with the tails and ears. I'd been walking beside Faunus and humans all day. This was unreal.

It took me a moment to put that thought in the back of my head, but when I did I was able to focus on my original task. I opened the book in my lap and began to skim read through the contents. The book was big and there was no way I could read it all in one day. My best bet was to try skim read each religion and see what concepts each one discussed about death. It would probably help if I found religions that were similar to the ones back on Earth that dealt with things like reincarnation or revival.

Like I said, I don't have an issue with religion and this would definitely make me read more on it than I wanted, but this was the best idea I could come up with for now.

One by one I sifted my way through the massive stack of books beside my chair. Each one offering different pieces of information pertaining to what happens after death or theories based on science. Needless to say, it only turned my mind to mush.

My fingers rubbed my aching eyes to sooth them from the relentless back and forth glazing of books. All the information was pointing in the direction of unlikelihood because there was no scientific evidence to prove that what happened to me was possible. It all boiled down to faith or some stupid fairy tale scenario. Just my luck. Nothing different than what I would find back on Earth.

I glanced out the window and could see that the sun had long since set and it was dark outside. I arrive on Remnant and spend my first day reading books. Definitely not something I'd have done back home.

I closed my eyes and lounged in the chair, legs extended out. This posed a new problem. I was here, but I had nowhere to go and with everything that happened today, I had no desire to risk sleeping in the streets.

My ears picked up on heavy footsteps and a shadow loomed over me, blocking out the lights. A hard kick to my foot made me open my eyes.

In front of me was a tall man with dark hair. He had long, wicked sideburns running down the length of his face and had a decent amount of muscle.

"Hey, kid, wake up. I gotta' close the store," he said.

"What?" I mumbled with a rub of my eyes.

"I have to close shop, and I can't do that if you're here."

Great, now I had no choice. I would have to find some place to stay. This will be interesting when I've got no money.

The man sighed and folded his arms as he looked down at me. His eyes were narrowed as if he was sizing me up.

"Okay, what's wrong with you?" He asked.

"What?" I blinked back.

"You've been moping around here all day. So, what happened? Girl dump you? Do you have any friends? Or are you just some kind of loner?"

My lips twitched in annoyance at each question he listed off. I had no desire to listen to this and I didn't have to.

"Why don't you piss of and mind your own business?" The words flew out of my mouth without any forethought.

I lifted the brim of my hat and looked at the man again. This time I recognized him. It was Tukson.

"It is my business if you're sulking in my store when I should be closed up and out for the night, you little brat. So, either tell me what's eating you or get the hell out," said Tukson.

His words came out like the crack of a whip, similar to the stern retort a parent would give their kid, or a drill instructor chewing out a recruit. He did have a fair point.

"Look, I'm sorry. I just… had a very bad day," I answered back.

Tukson sighed and sat down in the beanbag beside mine.

"What happened?" Tukson asked again.

I shook my head.

"It's a long story, and something that you wouldn't believe if I told you anyway," I tried to dismiss it.

"Try me. I've heard some interesting stories, kid," said Tukson.

I blinked and thought about it for a second. If I told him, it would more than likely end one of two ways. The first, he would kick me out for thinking I was on drugs, or he would think I was just tired and kick me out regardless after I told him.

His eyes were looking at each of the books I had taken off the shelves as if trying to piece together why I was there in the first place. Might as well save him the time and cut to the chase.

"What if I told you that I got chased down by some thugs that beat me to a pulp and shot me in the face? That I died and was resurrected by some guy with crazy powers?" I asked.

Tukson was silent for a long time as he stared at me. My face was straight when I gave him my response and I could tell he was trying to see if I was kidding. He blinked and rose a brow.

"Are you on drugs?" He finally broke the silence.

I raised my hands and let them fall in my lap. Forget it. I'm so fucking done with this day.

I got out of the chair and trudged to the door with my feet making heavy steps. Just before I reached it, Tukson called out to me.

"Were you being serious, kid?"

I rolled my eyes and looked back at him over my shoulder.

"Does it matter? I can tell you don't believe me," I said.

Tukson rolled his eyes and got up from his chair and walked towards me with his arms crossed.

"Can you blame me?" He asked.

Of course I couldn't blame him for reacting the way he did. I probably would have reacted the same way if someone said that to me and I hadn't gone through what I did today.

"No," I said with a shake of the head.

Tukson sighed again and scratched his sideburns. His eyes were fixed on me.

"Tell you what, kid. You can come back here tomorrow and we can talk about this more. I'll hear you out," said Tukson.

I was a little surprised. The fact he was inviting me back into his shop to talk about my day again was something I did not expect.

"Seriously?" I asked.

He nodded and offered a small smile.

"You look like you could use someone to talk to, so it's on me," said Tukson. "So, hop out of here so I can close up and come back tomorrow around nine."

I bowed my head and shuffled my feet not moving an inch.

"What's wrong?" Tukson asked.

"I uh…" I scratched the back of my head. "I got nowhere to go."

Another awkward silence fell between us.

"What do you mean you have no place to go?" He crossed his arms with narrowed eyes.

Well, until I told him the whole story in detail tomorrow, I guess I could tell a small lie. At least a believable one.

"I don't have a family." It's true, I didn't have one here. "I've been on my own for a long time."

Tukson's face fell and became somewhat sympathetic. He scratched his sideburns again and let out a long sigh.

"You've got to be kidding me," he mumbled to himself.

He turned his gaze back to me with a thoughtful look.

"Tell you what. Since you have no place to go, I'll let you crash here for the night. My loft is above the shop and you can take the couch," said Tukson.

I perked up just a little bit. Seems like I managed to salvage some good from this shitty day after all.

"Really?" I asked still in disbelief.

Tukson nodded.

"Yeah. Follow me."

Tukson locked the door to the shop and hit the lights, leaving the shop in total darkness. I followed close behind him as he led me to the back of the shop where there was a staircase leading to the second story. Our footsteps made loud creaks on the wood as we stepped on it.

I followed him to the top and continued to the end of the hall where there was a lone door. He unlocked it and turned on the lights. My mouth fell open in awe at the sight.

This loft looked like a small house. It was a large room with a decent sized kitchen off to the left. Cheap furniture filled the center of the room where a TV hung on the wall. There was a second staircase that led up to another floor. Off to my right I could see a small bathroom.

"Nice, huh?" Tukson smirked at me.

"Yeah." I nodded back.

"Anyway, the couch is there. Make yourself at home, I'll go get you a blanket."

Tukson walked to the staircase and disappeared from sight. I heard him moving around upstairs as I made my way to the couch and sat down. I was actually surprised with how comfortable it was. It didn't look like much at a first glance since it had some damage, but it was almost like sitting on a cloud. Definitely kicked the crap out of my bed back home.

I kicked off my shoes and heard Tukson come back down the stairs holding a small pillow and a grey blanket. He lightly tossed them to me and I caught them. Both were soft as if freshly bought.

"That should hold you over until tomorrow," said Tukson.

"Thanks, Tukson," I said giving my first smile of the day.

"Yeah, well, don't get used to it. Soon as we get you sorted out, I'm kicking you out."

His response was curt, but I could see the teasing smirk on his face. At least he was cool enough to let me stay here for now.

"Hey, how did you know my name? I never told you it," Tukson asked.

That's right, he never told me. I only knew since I saw the show. I had to think fast since the guy was an ex-White Fang member and was probably cautious of anyone who came around him. Then again, I had some saving grace. His name was on the bookstore outside.

"That's your name, right? It said so on the window," I answered back calmly.

He seemed to relax just a bit when I answered him and gave a light shrug.

"True. Anyway, get some sleep. We got a long day ahead tomorrow," he said before heading up the stairs.

I swung my feet up on the couch and pulled the blanket over me just as Tukson shut off the lights. My eyes stared up at the ceiling as I tried to let sleep claim me, but I didn't feel tired.

My first day in Remnant, and I've already met Tukson. He was not in the show for long, but he did make a good impression with me. He gave off the hardass vibe when we talked earlier, something that some of the people in my life were like, kind of like my dad.

Dad…

I frowned a bit as my mind drifted back to my parents. Mom and Dad were back on Earth, and I was here. I lucked out with what happened today to an extent, but I was scared. As a kid you don't think much about what would happen if your parents left you to live on your own or if they died. You just live in the moment, but when it finally happens you're scared. They were the ones that solved a lot of problems and bailed you out if you were in a jam.

Now that I don't have that going for me, I had to figure out what to do on my own. I could ask for help, but only time would tell who would truly be reliable in that area. I was alone and I had to become my own man early.

This was my wake up call to adulthood, and it was real. This wasn't a dream I could wake up from and find everything to be normal.

The reality was like a hard punch to the gut. I die in New York, get revived in Remnant. Everything in my old life is gone, and now I have to adjust to living here so long as I was alive. A new life with new challenges around every corner.

My eyelids grew heavy and I felt a yawn threatening to climb out of my mouth. I managed to stifle it, but my eyes finally rolled shut. The sounds of the city began to fade away as sleep started to claim me.

Before I drifted off completely, I saw my parents standing in front of me smiling.

"Good night, Mom. Good night, Dad."

(A/N): Hey guys M4 here and I hope you enjoyed this chapter. There will be more coming soon, I promise. LATER!