Shit! It wasnt supposed to be like this. They weren't supposed to be fighting amongst themselves. They should have been standing by each other to defeat Salem. How did it come to this? How did they fall so far?

It was just like how it had been Oscar on their way to Argus. A divided team that were angry and scared because the immortal wizard in his head didnt have a plan. Everything they had done and lost up until that point seemed like it had been for nothing.

Thinking back on it now he could understand their anger. However, they were being hypocrites when it came to telling James the truth. Ruby had made the decision not to tell him right away. The team and Oscar included went along with it. His heart told him though it made them little better than Ozpin.

Then telling James the truth had sent the man over the edge. Things simply went from bad to worse in what he thought was the blink of an eye. After losing the relic he had gone on his own to face James. Not knowing it seemed that would be the last mistake he ever made.

James wasnt willing to listen to his advice and backed him towards one of the many holes in the vault. His chilling words still rang in Oscar's ears.

"My friends call me James. To you, it's General."

Before he could react James pulled out Due Process and shot him in the chest. White-hot pain flared in his chest and his aura broke. Oscar felt warm blood coming from the wound as he fell back. It was difficult to breathe and he couldn't move.

:Sorry Auntie Em it seems I won't be coming home after. Sorry, Oz, you should have had a better reincarnation than me. I'm sorry I didn't listen to you when you told me not to tell them her name.:

He wished things could have been different. That he could have been there to save Ozpin before things had gotten to this point. It wasn't his fault but he couldn't help but feel as if he could have done something.

Oscar flinched at a spike of pain that went through his chest. He was dying there was no doubt about it. He didn't want to die. If he died then Ozpin would have to start the process all over again. Then again, maybe that was for the best. Maybe he would actually get a better reincarnation than what Oscar could realistically be.

"OSCAR!" That was Oz's voice but he was too weak to say anything in return. The world around him faded to black. Before he could truly lose consciousness he felt his body hit something hard. Then there was nothing.

Vale was quiet as he trailed through the city. Roman Torchwick was on his way to Junior's bar. Junior was a bar owner and the son of a mob boss. He practically ruled the underworld of Vale along with Roman. Junior was like a brother to him and they tended to spend a lot of time at each other's place.

Tonight Neo was off doing her own thing tonight. Roman did not force her to stay with him. It was her choice to stand by his side as a fellow thief and a friend. The rumors that they were dating disgusted him. She was like his sister there was no way he would ever date her. Neo felt the same about him. They squabbled constantly but in a sibling rivalry sort of way.

It was colder than normal tonight. Fall must be coming early or something. Roman pulled his jacket tighter around his frame trying to ward off the wind. He hated the cold it brought back memories best left in the past.

Suddenly the dark barely lit street was bathed in a green light. At first he could not find the source until he looked up just as something landed on top of him. This brought him painfully down onto the concrete that he had just been walking on.

Groaning Roman rolled so that what hit him was now under him. Only to find much to his horror it was a child. A child way to young to be out on the streets at night. His hand moved to check the kid's pulse and found it thready at best.

A clatter from the other end of the alley had him on his feet and raising his cane in order to defend. Only to find nothing there. At first he couldn't find what had made the noise. Then he saw what appeared to be a cane. One he was almost 100% sure hadn't been there moments before.

Questions ran through his mind but looking closer at the kid he realized if he wanted answers the kid needed a doctor. Burn marks scorched the clothes he was wearing. It looked as if the kid had been in a firefight and lost. Someone had tried to kill a kid on his turf. That someone was going to pay dearly for such a thing. Anyone who worked his streets followed his rules. One of which was they didn't hurt kids.

Roman made up his mind and scooped up the child. He was light, way to light for it to be healthy. As he passed by where the cane had fallen he picked it up. There was something oddly familiar about it. Like he had seen the weapon before.

Shaking his head he stashed it away in a pocket before heading to one of the doctors he trusted. Unsure what was wrong with the kid he took him to the "hospital". The Hospital as they called it was run by a doctor who had a semblance that allowed him to sense injuries. Why he was not allowed to legally practice was because he liked to experiment.

It was nearly ten minutes towards the opposite side of town. Those who were still out gave him odd looks but didn't comment. They knew better than to question what he was doing.

Ten minutes back towards the otherside of town close to one of his many safe houses. The Hospital was a large abandoned apartment building. From the outside one wouldn't guess that someone was running a hospital. Its windows were blocked using special tape that allow them to see out but no one to see in. Still he pushed the door open shifting the kid so that he could open the door easier.

A voice called out as soon as he stepped in front of the desk, "Roman what brings you in? I didn't think I'd see you after your last visit. At least not for a few months."

Roman turned to see a portly man waddling towards him. He was mostly bald with a few tufts of hair around his ears. Grey eyes eagerly stared at the kid in his arms. No doubt he was hoping for a new test subject.

A hope he immediately shot down with a cold voice, "I need you to do a full workup on the kid. I think someone in town has decided to break one of my rules. Put the cost on my tab."

"Does the boy have a name?" Questioned the doctor, "He looks like a huntsman in training just by his gear. If I'm not mistaken it is combat approved quality. We don't need that kind of heat if he is."

Roman looked down at the boy with the light he was able to see more. The boy looked to be no older than ten years old. He had messy brown hair that fell into his eyes. Dark bags lay around his eyes speaking of many sleepless nights.

A pang of sympathy went through Roman's chest. Could this boy be a new street rat? It wasn't unheard of for a parent to abandon their child to the streets. For him not to hear about it however was unusual. He and Junior kept a tight leash on the street rats making sure they were fed and clothed. In exchange they provided him with intel.

It didn't fit however, the clothes were in fact combat quality, good combat quality at that. Roman knew the difference like the back of his hand. Simply feeling it and he was able to tell.

Roman said with a low growl, "He's fine. He's just a kid. Do as you were told."

"As you wish, Torchwick."