Twist of Fate, a rwby fanfic

A/N: Alright, everyone. This is ANOTHER revision of my OC RWBY team. Now, I know what you guys are thinking: why am I doing another revision of this story? Well, truth be told, I have been holding off this story for quite awhile since my last update of that story. And in during that time, while in school, doing other fanfics(such as my RE: Village/Prototype fanfic), I took a step back and revisit the story. Finding out that things did not really match up on what I wanted. The pacing is a bit too fast, the character interaction between my OC's and the original cast is weird, or downright awful, and overall it was kind of unpolished in some areas.

So, after revisiting the the story, and the RWBY series, I decided to revised this story-but this time, I will take my time and think on what's best for ALL of the characters. And again, I will keep the principle that my OC's WON'T be OP, and won't be Mary Sues like a lot of OC's would end up in. I want them to grow, be relatable, be there to drive the story further and NOT drag it down.

But even though this is a revise, there will still be some spelling mistakes here and there, and some... cringe worthy dialogue.

Old habits die hard I guess...

But overall, I will be improving the story and the characters, taking my time to see where I went wrong in the original and taking it down piece by piece, annd rebuilding it for a more readable adn enjoyable experience.

Third POV

Argus. The city is located on the continent of Anima. A city that is well known for its well-known trading center in the kingdom of Mistral. Inside of the buildings, an apartment lays one of our protagonists. The apartment was, a lack-of-a-better-term, a pigsty.

There are several dirty clothing littered through the floor, numerous alcohol bottles are everywhere (both empty and some still have liquor in them), a trash bin filled to the brim, uncleaned dishes and even some books littered.

It's safe to say that the apartment has seen better days before it was rented by the one who's living in it.

Inside the bedroom, a figure was found sleeping. His torso was laid bare within the confines of the bedsheets while his right hand loosely grips the half-empty scotch bottle: 45 Calibre. The person's breathing was heavy. His eyes scrunch tightly as he adopted an expression of fear and discomfort.

"Those animals...Stop…" The teen muttered softly, his tone bared a harsh and hateful resentment -but at the same time fear and concern as he shifted his head on the pillows.

(Flashback)

In one of the warehouses in Mantle, a pair of eyes look through the shadows as he trailed his targets.

A group that consisted of white tunics, black hoods and pants, a pair of Grimm-style masks covering their eyes, and a logo of a snarling wolf with three claw strikes.

The White Fang.

The pair of eyes burn with an unimaginable amount of rage, hate, and strangely enough, glee, as he stalks them through the cover of midnight. Unable to realize that they are leading him to their hideout, where the rest of those pathetic skin-suites lay within. The figure chuckled maliciously at them and soon disappeared into the shadows as the group left to the confines of the warehouse.

"Perfect…lead me to your flock my sweet, little sheeps…" The figure said with a dark, sadistic smile as he can't wait for the slaughter. Down to the warehouse, the group of Faunus was talking among themselves.

"How many new recruits have we gotten so far?" said the male Faunus with a rhino horn on his head looking at his comrades.

"Probably about 15 within this week." Replied a female faunus with a leopard's tail. "They're going to give a speech that will start in a few minutes, before they're going to training" The others nodded at this as they continued to walk down the empty crates, never noticing that they're being tailed and listened to.

"So, the shepherd had bred new lambs? How…unexpectedly delicious!" The figure thought with glee as his eyes gained a bloodthirsty glint. Licking his lips in salivation as he watches them continue to walk the warehouse like the prey they are. Disappearing into the shadows

"Hey, have you heard?" The third member of the group asks, making them turn their attention to him.

"Heard what?" The Leopard Faunus questioned the goat Faunus, seeing him become nervous on what he is about to mention.

"T-t-that "Revenant" just took out another base a month ago." The Goat Faunus stuttered a bit as the rest of his crew pale and felt a sense of dread creep into them.

Revenant.

The name alone is enough to send chills down the spines of the White Fang. He was the demon that had killed off almost every single White Fang member that they sent after him. Thinking that it was just was some big shot thinking that he could gain fame or a fucking medal if he leaks thier plans and take them on.

But they were wrong.

Oh so wrong.

"Don't be an idiot, Paul'' A rhino Faunus said with a scoff, making the rest of the crew look at him with a mixture of confusion, and disbelief..

"What do you mean, Josh?" The goat Faunus, now named Paul, looks at Josh with an uneasy and questionable look.

"Do you really believe that one guy would be able to take out the whole White Fang? We're everywhere in remnant and he's stupid to think if he can take the entire Fang" Josh claimed making his team look at him like he is crazy.

"Is this your first time in the job or something?" said Paul "Or haven't you read the files that we have about his 'work'?"

"Josh, Revenant had taken down more and more of our bases each month. Killing more of our generals and even more of our men." Wince, the leopard Faunus with lance on her back. Sending a glare to Josh on his little bravado. "He had us in almost every corner -and if it weren't for the fact that we have reinforcements, then we would be a lot less than we are right now. Who's to say that he isn't here now?"

This statement got nods from the rest, causing the rhino Faunus to scoff and fold his arms.

"Please, those are just minor bases that we have. This... " Josh pointed at the entire warehouse. "...is one of the main bases that we're in. The entire area has patrols all over the building, twice as many of us than the one that bastard can handle, multiple firearms that can send him down to hell and that this area is hot-wired with CCTVS to know his every move and maybe prevent him on killing any more of us" the rhino Faunus claimed making the others to shake their head at him.

"Just quit the charade, man" Alias, a deer Faunus, said as he shook his head. "You're-"

"Aweee...But it was getting good." A voice rang throughout the halls, shocking the White fang grunts as they were on their guard.

"Oh shit…" Wince muttered, gripping her lance tightly as they look around the area.

"He's here." Paul muttered in fear, looking frantically around the halls in sign of Prometheus. Gripping his assault with shaking hands.

"Keep guard, guys." Josh said, narrowing his eyes as he held onto his weapons; which are a pair of gauntlets that are loaded with electricity dust. Paul was trying to get a grip on his nerves as he and the others became unnerved when they heard a dark and malicious chuckle ring throughout the hallways.

Soon, the lights started to flicker, disorienting their sight while simultaneously unnerving them further before immediately jumping back when something dropped down. As the lights became stable and they got a good look at the object, it immediately made them wrench back in horror and disgust.

It was a body.

A dead body of another White Fang grunt. But the mangled corpse was missing a head, limbs, bullet holes are fresh as blood still drips down from the wounds, while blood seeped through the ruined cloth that was once clothing onto the floor. The others looked at the body for a good minute, unable to move as they were too shocked to see.

"Oh shit-" Wince said, before regurgitating on the floor while the rest of her team stared at the body in fear. Dark and insane laughter echoed throughout the warehouse at their reaction, causing Josh to look around frantically.

"Show yourself, y-you coward!" The rhino Faunus shouted, only greeted with silence. The silence lasted a few minutes, making every single one of the Faunus unease, before Prometheus' voice appeared again.

"Turn the body around…" Revenant ordered, making them stand there out of fear, unable to do as he demanded them to do. Revenant felt his excitement growing as he took obvious pleasure in their fear-induced state. Unable to do anything but look around the shadows as he toys with them like puppets on a string. After a few moments, it is then Alias was the one who stepped up, despite his teammates warnings.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Alias, get back here!"

But he didn't listen to them. He was too caught up in the moment and the initial fear that Prometheus had placed upon the Fang had gotten to him. So, with each passing moment, he reaches for the mutilated corpse. His heart beating faster in each passing moment, before he felt the blood-soaked, semi-rough texture of the fabric, grimacing outly as he was preventing his stomach from regurgitating like Wince had done earlier.

So, with heavy hands, he quickly tugged the body towards himself and the group. His eyes widened in horror and release a cry of horror, frightening his teammates as they saw Alias fall onto his ass and backed up in fright, away from the body.

"Alias! Wha-" Josh shouted in concern, wondering what happened until his own eyes widened in shock and horror along with his teammates. They saw the front of the uniform was ripped open showing various cuts and stab wounds. Broken bones that are manipulated into awkward angles and some are shown past the flesh and blood were just coated. But what caught their attention was the fact that they found the missing head.

Turns out, the front portion of the body was gutted open from chest to pelvic. The eyes are hollowed out as the chest is inside the hollow cavity of the torso. The diseased Faunus' eyes were now facing them as they found that it was stuff within the mouth of the head, the mutilated heart is in it with them as it spews fresh blood from the 'surgery'. Bit of pieces of that arms and legs are roughly shoveled within the cavity as it was held by the intestinal cord like butcher's string.

Not soon after, all of the White Fang members felt their stomach churn and vomited on the sight.

"Oh my god…" Paul said, vomiting on the floor while Revenant's laughed cruelly as he finally decided to stop playing with his food.

Back with the teen, the guy's head shifted around uncontrollably as sweat beads down his forehead and his grip tightened around the bottle.

"No-!" That was the last thing that Josh said before he felt the cold steel pierce his throat, blood spewing around the hand that held the knife. Revenant smiled cruelly as he saw the body jerk for a second before going limp. He pulled out the knife and held the blood-stained blade near his face, admiring the blood of the Faunus before shifting his gaze on his back. His smile had broadened further as his crimson-red eyes gleamed in admiration and pride.

From behind him, lay the rest. Alias', Wince's, and Paul's corpses lay down. Dead. All of them harboured various slices, stabs, and bullet entries. The entire floor was now stained with the pull of blood, trickling down the aged concrete and onto his black combat boots. Revenant's gloved hand and blade drips down with Josh's blood. His hooded feature- along with the sadistic and insane look that he held in his eyes- is more than enough to send the message that he is proud of what he did.

He chuckled before bending down and wiping the blood off on Josh's uniform. He chuckled before walking away, his feet nearly didn't make a sound despite the boots and blood.

Revenant drops another dead faunus to the ground as he surveys the crowd of faunuses in the warehouse. He smiled as they all gathered up in one place. He chuckled as he got a good view from the catwalk on the edge of the roof, completely obscuring him from everyone. He looks back at the dead rifle-men that were on the floor, before making his way towards what appears to be several sashes.

He licked his lips with glee as he saw the explosives that are attached to the sash. Pulling out a four inch long Dust cristal and some twine, he immediately starts placing the two together before he begins counting.

"Ten…nine…eight…seven… six…five…" Revenant continues to count before looking up and sees that the meeting is about to take place. He chuckled quietly as he continued to think of the massacre that would take place in just a few moments. He suddenly got up, look at the ground before pulling one of the pins of the grenades and tossing the grenade sash away to the crowd

"One…" With that said he the grenade-tied-Dust engulfed into a large explosion, killing any of those who are the closest. He continued to throw until he ran out before quickly pulling out his modified M1911 Colt pistols before jumping towards the carnage.

Now the teen's breathing started to pick up as his chest started to quicken as it quickly went up and down. He starts to trashed his head as he sees himself killing those recruits and White Fang grunts.

The trench-coat wearing killer continues to shoot any Faunus that gets on his way. He laughs maniacally as he continues to shoot while avoiding being crowded by too many. Thankfully for him, the dust grenades that he threw earlier reduced the numbers by 30%. He suddenly saw a slice coming and using his pistols, he deflects the attack and shoots the head, splattering the brain out before using the grunts' own weapon and stabs another White Fang grunts chest and uses the dead body as a shield.

The teen started to thrash around as he saw himself slaughter the fang's hideout and grab the sheets of his bed in desperate need to calm himself down. But none of it works, he just saw himself killing and killing and killing those faunuses without remorse. Sweat started to pour out of his head as he was hyperventilating. The grip on the bottle increased as cracks started to form around the inside as the teen then bared his teeth together.

The Faunus killer then looks at the 'civilians' trying desperately to open the door that leads the way out of the warehouse. Only for him to chuckle at their futile attempt. He calmly walks towards them, making them panic more as they see that nearly more than half of the Fang's grunts are dead. The blood on his knife and short sword drips crimson on the blood-stained floor as he approaches them.

He suddenly stops his tracks while seeing them pleading for their lives, which makes him laugh. The laugh echoed through the warehouse scaring them even further until he dashes to them with bloodthirst filled eyes.

Soon all he saw was red…

The cries of the victims, begging him to stop and spare them echoed through the air.

And his laugh of satisfaction, amusement, and hunger….

"I WILL NOT STOP UNTIL EVERY ONE OF YOU ARE ALL DEAD!"

"AHHHHH!" The teen shot up from his bed as his face was lace with horror, panic, and disgust. He frantically looks everywhere in his bedroom while trying to control his racing heartbeat from the 'dream'. His eyes were wide while a few strands of his hair stuck on his forehead. His eyes scanned around the area that he was in as he felt his racing heartbeat bursting out of his chest. He quickly takes deep breaths and closes his eyes, forcing himself to calm down. Once he was able to calm himself, he wiped his hand across his face feeling exhausted from the 'dream'. He looks down at the bottle of liquor and saw the cracks formed by his grips.

So without thinking(or by the combination of not giving a damn and being exhausted), he chugged down the liquor until the bottle ran dry. The teen gasps roughly as he finishes the bottle before checking the time.

"3:45." The teen muttered/groaned. "Nothing new to you, Aleister...Nothing new.." The teenager, now named Aleister, groaned as he made his way towards the bathroom. Dropping the bottle unceremoniously on the ground.

As he made it in the bathroom, the teen then opened up the lights and gave himself a good look at the mirror.

His unkempt, spiked-back hair along with three portions of hair formed on the front of his face, making it look like he had bangs. His light tanned-colored skin illuminated a bit thanks to the bathroom lighting as he rubs his chin, feeling a bit of facial hair that he didn't bother to shave off.

As he gave a sigh, he looked back at his reflection and saw his Brown eyes stared back at him with a jaded expression. The voices from the 'dream' that he had moments ago still echoed in his mind as he closed his eyes shut and took a deep breath.

Aleister sighs deeply, feeling the voices from the memory recede back on the deepest corner of his mind. Turning on the faucet, he began to splash cold water into his face. Feeling the cold temperature prickled his skin while some managed to get onto his eyes. As he continues this, he grabs the used towel that is laying on the rack, wiping the access water off.

Once the vision was crystal, Aleister couldn't help but frown when he saw it.

Despite the untidiness of his living conditions- and the incredible proportion of alcohol that he consumed and the lack of sleep- Aleister is still in amazing shape. He has a proper body type that is fit for an athlete. Chiseled abs, a tone chest, and a good sizable biceps and triceps.

But that wasn't what Aleister was focused on-no.

What he's focused on was the huge scar that is on the lower-to-mid region of his stomach.

The large, jagged, root-like scar traveled from his stomach to his pelvic region, as the inconsistent line and width were slightly lighter than the rest of his body. Scar tissues are protruding out as the faint stitch marks are barely visible- but still can be seen if you look close enough.

Then the redhead's gaze shifted to his chest where other, but smaller, sets of scars are located. The scars are a set of puncture wounds that belong to that of rebars. Two on the peck, one just below it, and finally two that are joined together near his collar bone.

Aleister's eyes narrowed at them, grimacing and clenching his teeth together as he remembers how he got them. Feeling his blood begin to boil as he grip his hands tight.

But soon, the redhead forces himself to calm down as he didn't want to think of that day. Nor was he in the mood to have another relapse in his past. So with that, he exited the bathroom and went in to start the day.

(An hour later)

After an hour passed by, Aleister was now cruising on his black cattle-lack 457 cruiser motorcycle. Now wearing a simple white T-shirt, black jeans with a brown belt, and a black hoodie with a design of angel wings that have several feathers falling from it. Aleister let out a relaxing sigh as he crews through the city. The streets are mostly empty at this hour- save for a few trucks and airships that carried an assortment of supplies that were received from the rest of Vale, ready to be assorted, shipped out, or traded by the city. Either for domestic or military purposes.

But nonetheless, Aleister just relishes the cold air and the scent of the ocean when he is arriving at his destination. Once he arrives at his destination, he kills off the engine as he looks around the area.

The area was an old fishing factory that was once busted open by the authorities thirty years ago when they found out that the owner and workers there were secretly exporting illegal suppluments, weaponry, and even conducted human trafficking.

Argus, the city of trade, people. City of Trades...

Since then, no one had visited the area or even attempted to buy the warehouse. Probably knowing that it would place them in suspicion or worse; ruined their company's reputation.

Which makes it a perfect hideout and training area for Aleister.

After parking his bike inside, Aleister walks past some industrial machinery and equipment, before making his way to a set of heavy metal doors. Aleister flicks the light switch on as the pitch-black room is illuminated. What appeared was a very spacious room that was relatively cleaner than most of the warehouse.

Several piles of scrap metal are on the side of the building. Along with several stacks of pipes, old and rusted equipment and machinery. Along with metallic beams that were rusting away with age and are about to collapse upon itself in any moment -but Aleister paid it no mind as he made his way to the middle of the area.

Without thinking about anything else, the redhead started to take off his jacket and T-shirt. Revealing his scarred torso and a necklace.

The necklace is a worn-out leather necklace that had silver ends, and a 1 inch crystal shard with an engraving of the word 'Indifference'. Aleister then went throughout the warehouse, bringing several items with him as he did so.

A gas tank, a barbell-size pipe, concrete blocks, chains, tires, a sledgehammer, and a makeshift practice dummy.

He didn't think twice as he went in and hoisted up the gas tank with one of the chains. The metal beam creeks on the weight of the tank since it was filled with cement and molten metal shards. Once Aleister got the height that he wanted, he went to a rough (almost loose) brawler stance. Focusing his gaze towards the tank before releasing back his fist. It didn't take long for him to launch it forward, hitting the tank. Barely moving the tank as Aleister releases another fist.

Then another

With each hit, not once did Aleister react to the pain thanks to the years of doing this where his knuckles hardened to the point where he barely felt any pain. As he continues this, the redhead's thoughts go back into the memories from his short, but infamous, rampage through the White Fang.

The White Fang.

Aleister feels his blood boil in hatred, eyes narrowed in spite, and teeth grit together as his punches become heavier.

"Fucking animals…" Aleister thought as he delivers a vicious Right Hook to the tank, following it by a series of strikes, each of his punches weighed heavier than the last. His features twisted in a snarl as he felt a familiar sense of bloodlust started to take over.

*PUNCH*

"RAGH!" Aleister roared as he gave another strike. The redhead huffed and exhaled and went for another, but he stops mid way for finishing another punch. Lowering his fist, closing his eyes, before taking deep breaths as push down the bloodlust and the memories. His bruised hands are balled up tight as it shakes before unclenching with a twitch.

Aleister drew a heavy, shaky sigh, reopening his eyes as the expression of hate, anger, and bloodlust were receding back into the darkest depth of his mind. He shook his head as he looked down at his hands, seeing the callus and bruised palms and knuckles made him give a sigh in defeat before shifting his gaze to his necklace.

His expression softened a bit as he gave a sad smile and his eyes held a sorrowful expression as he remembered what happened to him and his parents.

"Mom...Dad…" Aleister thought as he remembered the bombing incident by the White Fang. incredibly destroying almost all of the south side of Argus, killing hundreds-if not thousands- of people.

Including his parents.

Aleister felt his scars itch and his fingers twitch. His blood began to boil once more, but Aleister shook his head and just gave a deep sigh.

"Never again, boy." Aleister thought, turning away from the tank and grabbing the pipe.

"Never again." Aleister thought as he picks up the pipe and did several curls. So the rest of the day, Aleister performed several exercises and drills on the warehouse. Performing several take downs, strikes, kicks, and maneuvers.

Later That Day (11:30 PM)

Aleister sighs as he makes his way up the stairs to his apartment. Dawning a white long-sleeve button shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. A back vest along with a loose red tie, black formal pants and leather shoes.

It's been a few hours since he got out of the warehouse. A few hours since he managed to punch his frustration out and gotten breakfast. He groaned as he roll his head around, popping a few joints as he groan from the previous events that transpired from his job.

"I swear, If I had to beat up another pair of arrogant, drunk, spoiled fucktards that think that they can do whatever they want because of who their daddy is, I would've quit the job." Aleister thought as he remembers that this is the fourth time this year he had to set a bunch of arrogant pricks out the door from the establishment. The first time was a group of party animals, second were drunken power-hungry business men, third was a straight up bar fight because of a girl, now it is the same party animals who wanted their "revenge'' against him.

Let's just say that it didn't end well for them, and he had to clean up the entire bar just for it.

Luckily though, he pulled a few strings to make them shut up and not sue him, or the establishment. Being a former killer DOES tend to have SOME tactics that he found useful-even outside of combat.

Such as scaring the ever living hell out of business men by causing a string of events that affected them to such degree that they believe that they have been cursed. It keeps them at a good distance and are so preoccupied by their "curse" that they have completely forgotten what he did to them or at the bar in general.

Though he did do a bit more for extra measure. Just a bit.

Besides, the bar was owned by a friend of his parents who let him work there for years as a part timer. Aleister would've felt responsible if the business had shut down because of him.

As he stops by his apartment door, the redhead's hand went fishing for his apartment keys, finding it in the left pocket as he was about to place it into the keyhole.

But out of nowhere, Aleister's hand went into abrupt pause as he felt something was off. It was a sense that had developed over the years after his…'retirement', sort of like that animated superhero with spider powers whenever he sensed something was coming at him.

He turned his head to the hallway in both directions, seeing nothing but the identical doors and railing that he had seen too many times. He shook his head thinking that it was just paranoia talking into his ear, but the feeling never went away no matter how much he tried to.

After a considering amount of time, Aleister decided to just to 'fuck it" and find out what it is that got him alarmed. So, he unlock the door and went inside. As he did so, He quickly realized that the lights were on. This only cause him to narrow his eyes in suspicion on whoever this person is in his apartment, is either VERY idiotic, or wanted to get his attention.

As he look around the short hallway, he spotted a metal scissors on the desk, picking it up, removing the bolt that held the two blades and handles together, before holding each blade in a reverse grip. Aleister tested the makeshift weapons a bit before setting his eyes on the rest of the room.

It may not be a proper blade, but it will have to do.

As Aleister made a slow, but steady murch towards his living room, his eyes scanned the area, seeing that the corner lighting of the room was open. The kitchen fridge wasn't shut, causing him to groan a bit at the extra amount of bills that he would have to pay, and the fact that most of his food was spoiled by now.

But luckily, the bedroom wasn't even touched so good thing for that.

"Nice place you got here, kid." A voice range, causing Aleister to throw one of the scissor blades in the direction. The figure suddenly dodges the attack, not even being fazed by it.

"Pretty good reflex for a bartender. Nice aim though." The figure whistled, giving Aleister a good look at his features.

The man was in his mid-thirties. With charcoal-black hair that has a similar style like his, but the bangs are shorter, and the back is pointier. His unkempt facial hair is connected to his fading sideburns. And what was notable was his surprisingly pale rose-red eyes.

Overall it's like staring at an inverted version of him.

If he is a ravenette and older.

The two are locked in a stare down. One lace with suspicion and anger, while the other is bored and uninterested. Aleister narrowed his eyes as he brought the other makeshift blade as he shifted to a more familiar stance. The man recognized the attack stance, bringing his hand up in a 'surrender' fashion.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-hold on there, kid. I'm not here to hurt you." The man said, causing Aleister to scoff, gripping the blade tighter as he sent a glare at the man's way. But Aleister had to restrain himself to not make any sudden moves and try to analyze the man. A few minutes after that, Aleister's eyes shifted back to the man's eyes as he gave a scowl.

"Who the fuck are you, you bastard?" Aleister demanded while the ravenette man looked at him.

"Wow, you got quite a mouth there, kid" the man jokingly said, making the teen narrowed his eyes further. "I would've thought you would be more mad about me drinking your beer."

"I'm more angry at the fucking fact that a middle-age man just broke into my apartment like some stalkish pedophile. So you better answer up!" The redhead said, feeling his patience running extremely thin by the second as he moved towards the kitchen counter, picking up a knife while not taking his sight off the man.

The man gained a frown as he was told that this was him, so maybe it's time to just cut to the chase.

"The names Qrow Branwen, kid" Qrow said finally while looking at the redhead teen. "And I'm here with a proposition"

This causes Aleister to raise an eyebrow in both shock and disbelief. The man broke into his apartment, drank his beer, and left his fridge open…

Just so he can strike a fucking deal with him?

"Yeah, you're a dead man." Aleister said as he took his stance, ready to attack the man. But Qrow then reached up, causing Aleister to tense even further, only for the man to pull up a scroll and toss it to the redhead, who successfully caught it.

"I wouldn't pass up on the offer so soon, kid. Not after finding out that you're Revenant." Qrow claimed, causing Aleister's eyes to widen in shock, before his eyes flared in hostility, his grip tightened, and his teeth gritted against each other. But despite all this, Qrow didn't pull out his weapon: Harbinger, but instead continued to stand there with his arms crossed.

It was clear that if a fight breaks out in the apartment, then it would make things a lot more complicated than it already is.

"Read what's inside the scroll." Qrow neutrality said, causing Aleister's eyes to narrow even further, before shifting his attention to the scroll and saw a file icon labelled "Revenant". So trusting his better judgment, Aleister opened the file and his eyes widened in shock.

It's everything Prometheus has done in the past. The White Fang bases, the collective victims and body counts, some CCTV footage, and most of all a strand of hair that was able to locate his DNA. He keeps reading until his eyes turn and look at Qrow with the same emotions as before, but it was now lace with disbelief, shock, and his suspicion and hostility are at an all time high now.

"How did you get this…?!" Aleister demanded in a low, and deep tone, as his eyes glared heatedly towards the Ravenette. But despite Aleister's strain of emotions, Qrow was calm as before. But in closer inspection, his eyes held a certain edge to them.

"Let's just say that a certain person has had his eyes on you ever since you disappeared a year ago." Qrow stated. "You covered up your tracks pretty well, kid, but it's not good enough."

This statement made Aleister's eyes narrow further. Someone is looking for him ever since he went off the grid? That statement alone made him on edge on what Qrow is here for, and he quickly had a sneaky suspicion that Qrow was lying about it being a year, considering the amount of evidence and restored footage that were in that file. Whoever this person is, they had their eyes set on him for years before making their move.

Aleister gritted his teeth in anger. Not just by the evidence against him and the DNA sample- but to himself as well. He thought he removes all his tracks, covers any evidence that would be used against him- be as unpredictable as possible so that the Fang-or anyone else- doesn't notice a pattern in his attacks. But somehow, he was able to let a single strand of hair catch him and they recovered the footage. The evidence may be small, but it was enough to put him behind bars and an execution.

"Sloppy." Aleister thought as his knuckles were now white. The room was silent for a few good minutes. Neither party wished to break the tense atmosphere as Aleister's heated glare met Qrow's bored, but alert ones.

Aleister could just end it right here and now. Go behind his back and slice his throat open and destroy the evidence. But he's no fool, despite Qrow's posture he is on guard. But the familiar sensation of his bloodlust starting to resurface as he pictures the man's dead body, lying down on his living room floor, staining the normal off-white carpet with crimson. The pulse from his heart quickens, as he feels his veins start to burn. His vision begins to get obscured by a red fog as his breathing goes heavy.

Suddenly, the redhead shut his eyes tightly and shook his head furiously. Forcing himself to calm down. Pushing down any of those thoughts as he let out a low growl. After a few moments more, Aleister felt all the bloodlust vaporized before he shifted his gaze towards Qrow.

Qrow notices the change of expression in the redhead's eyes. It still held suspicion and hostility, but it also held a jaded expression that doesn't belong to an adolescent male. But then again, Ozpin did warn him that the boy in front of him isn't the normal hormonal teen that thinks with only his dick.

"Look, if you don't trust me then let me make it easy for you." Qrow said, as he was tired at the lack of progress that he had with the kid so far. Aleister wasn't going to listen to him any time soon-not that he blamed the guy, though. With his entire secret out in the open, along with the sufficient evidence to back it up, the redhead has every right to be wary of him.

So he did something completely stupid.

Taking out Harbinger from his back, Qrow held the weapon at his side, arms stretched and visible. The alcoholic huntsman watches Aleister tense up a bit more, before the ravenette gently lowers his weapon on the ground, before kicking it further from him.

Aleister only raised an eyebrow at him, believing it to be some kind of trick to get his guard down. So the redhead raised the blades up. But Qrow wasn't done as he then deactivates his Aura.

"There, kid." Qrow said. "I kicked away Harbinger and turned off my Aura. Basically giving you free range to kill me if you are not willing to sit down and chat."

This causes Aleister to look at the man in shock and in disbelief. He would go THAT far just to make him hear what the man has to say? It was ridiculous -suicidal even, but at the same time, reasonable. Aleister knew that any sane man wouldn't have done what Qrow is doing right now. And even if they DID do what he is doing, Aleister still wouldn't trust them with a grain of salt.

But...as much as Aleister wanted to give the big old one-finger salute to the man, Aleister can't just initiate a giant fight in the apartment complex. Not unless he wants the cops to come in and witnesses saying that a regular drunk is able to fight off a fully fledged Huntsman.

So, going against his suspicion, and hostility, the rrhead lowered his blades and gave a deep long sigh.

"Alright, what do you have for me?" Aleister reluctantly said, approaching the man and plopping down on the couch.

"You'll gotta love this, kid." Qrow said, happy that the redhead managed to sit down and want to hear his little message. Albeit reluctantly, but it is just enough.

(An hour Later)

After a bit of negotiation, Qrow leaves, leaving Aleister to look at the card that he gets from the huntsmen. The Redhead can only stare at the card's address with the symbol of Vale and a phone number.

"Beacon Academy, huh? After all the trouble investigating me, they offered me a chance to go to school?" Aleister said to himself as he chuckled dryly at the absurd notion that this was the offer that they put all their time and effort on blackmailing him.

"You better think of that offer, kid." Qrow's voice echoed in his mind. "And made some good use of it as well. Not a lot of people that have a reputation like yours would have the same privilege to get a second chance."

Second chances?

Aleister couldn't help but scoff at the thought of it. Him getting a second chance? He'll just say to the person who was in charge of the operation to shove it. Aleister wasn't blind to the things he did, and he DIDN'T deserve a chance at redemption.

But Aleister couldn't help but pull out his scroll and open it. The screen of the scrolls came to life, revealing a small wallpaper that made the redhead release a sad, hollow smile. It was him with a little girl smiling at the camera. The girl was a brunette six-years-old wearing a plain red shirt and regular pants. The girl smiles at the camera, while having a mouth filled with fries and burger patty. Aleister saw himself have a bit of ketchup smeared onto his face, and a bit of ice cream on the nose-but otherwise smiling with the girl as he gave an exaggerated eye roll.

Those were the times that he wished he could go back to.

Aleister couldn't help but remember her words when he told her about the huntsmen and huntresses.

"When I grow up, I want to be that one I can protect you and everyone else." the girl's words echoed through his head. A tear threatened to come out as he tried to hold back. He looks at the card a while longer still thinking of the offer and the girl as he just sat there thinking what could've been if she was here right now.

Giving the car a final look, the redhead felt that he already made his decision.

"Time to get packing." Aleister mutters as he goes towards the bedroom.

A/N: And that is it for the introduction! What do you guys think? Is it an improvement of the previous two incarnations? Is it worse? Or just a meh? Either way, I hope you guys have enjoyed the content of Revenant/ Aleister Wulf. And as always, if you guys like to leave some criticism about the story-then don't be afraid to leave it (whether their good or bad), cause what better way to get better than to see criticism?

Anyway, I'll see you guys in the next introduction: Engima. Peace!