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Dark.

Shadow surrounds me.

Lying on the empty ground, I fell heavy. Head is aching, I groan in audible pain. Raising my hand is absolute agony as it feels like pins and needles push and constantly prod as I fall to the void. I begin to fall, and something pulls me farther from the dim darkness in front of me as I twist and turn, panicking as I lose sensation in my body, like something began to rip and tear at my nerves.

Pounding squeezes my head. It feels as if a vice was slowly cracking my skull. I try to move, but...

"My arms...where are they?" I tell myself, but it seems the deep, dark, empty void responds. I see a gaping jaw inch towards me, red eyes piercing with unknowable malice, as they begin to glow brighter. Dark red morphs into bright red as the beast closes its jaws. I try to move and move out of the way, but it seems that it does nothing. It does worst than nothing as my muscles fade into dust as all that remains are ragged stumps of flesh. I shouted for help, only to find that my voice was shrill and quiet.

The jaws begin to close as the beast passes through me.

And I return to darkness.

"What the?"

As the darkness begins to surround me, I saw a tiny, horribly dimmed light become brighter and brighter. Standing out across the pitch darkness is a singular light that casts its radiance on me.

My body starts to heat up. Slowly it becomes hotter and hotter. The rays shine into a deafening beam as the heat flickers.

Fire spreads as the energy vaporizes me.

Jointing awake, I find myself back at the Branwen's residence. Instead of resting on the comfortable, soft chair like before, I lay on a table. I look around me, Qrow reading a book on the chair, doesn't seem to know of my awaken presence. My weapons sit next to me, and my left is a table of medical equipment, their instruments covered in blue-ish blood. Lifting the blanket on top of me, I find bandages rolled around my torso, the gash large as the fabric wraps around my upper torso.

"Your up.", Qrow says, not lifting his eyes away from his book. The title reads, A Raven's Luck, the author's name to small to0 see clearly. Grunting, I reply, "Hoped I died?"

"Eh." flipping the page to the next, "Don't know what'll people think about a lunatic staying at my house."

I check my rifle, pulling out the computer, I clicked, and it turns out that the gun had only 70% of material left, the battery almost drained. "Who knows," that seems to grab Qrow's attention as he looks at me over his book, "Maybe I'll die eventually."

Bookmarking his page, saying, "Can you do it quietly then?"

"Why the hell do you hate me so much?" I demand angrily, walking towards him. He gets up as we standoff a mere foot from each other.

"I don't like you. You might not be an Atlesian, but gods dammit do you look like one. Even if you are a Vacuan or a Mistralian, or even a Valien, you're just one of them. I know people like you. The type who'd pretend to fight for something greater than themselves, in the end, they run away because they don't want to be on the losing side."

I start to tremble in anger; knuckles fisted as their raw energy remains barely contained. I feel myself getting worked up. Qrow doesn't understand the shit that I went through: my family slaughtered like sheep, my home buried underneath god knows what, hell my fucking body, the one thing that should have been mine, is gone. I should have died long ago, but no, the U.S-now U.N- fucking government decides that I should live for as long they tell me. Doing dirty missions for people that are far worse than those I've killed.

Here's a chance for me to redeem myself and Qrow thinks I'm doing this to be a hero.

Unfortunately, the opportunity to be a hero is long gone. My actions can be seen as corrupt or evil despite the abject rejection of such orders that lead to said actions.

"People like me?"

He bitterly chuckles, "Especially you.", jabbing a finger at my chest.

I grit my teeth, "What does that make you?"

Qrow stands there, confused, "I went through hell for over two centuries, seeing the worst in people. The things I did to press on another day, the abuse and suffering they put me in to ensure that I wasn't 'past my expiration date.' You have a family, what the fuck do I have?

"I have nothing, Qrow! Not even bare skin or bones except my lungs, brain, hearts, and dick, because them dumbfuck scientists, "somehow" couldn't find a way to replace all that useless shit. I was that close to becoming a fucking robot. Not even my brain is entirely left!"

"What's going on here?"

Up top, the stairs stand Summer, eyes solemn and posture tired, yet staring down me and Qrow for what seems to be the second time today. She changes into pajamas, seemingly waiting for Qrow to come upstairs for some time. Qrow and I exchange a bitter, angry glance before the gray-haired huntsman tells her, "Sorry Sum, me and Mr. Robot here were talking a little loud."

"For lack of a better term," I whisper under my breath as I walk away from the two.

Qrow POV

The bed sways slightly as both of us lay on the shared mattress, the weight of the room sinking in after Alex and I had our scuffle. Placing an around Summer, I sigh out in exhaustion. She shifts in response, "Why are you and Alex fighting?"

"The Atlesian? The enemy?"

"He doesn't look Atlesian."

"Summer, his entire body is cybernetic, it's safe to assume he is Atlesian, maybe even an agent." she places her head on my chest. Ruffled red streaks spray out with a tired face looking at me. She softly replies, "We know other people, other contacts that have limbs replaced with whole metal. If we give him a chance, he'll prove himself."

"I'm just concerned, Summer. What if...what if he gets controlled by Atlas and attacks you or Ruby?"

She places a finger on my lips, rolling on top of me, hips straddling and inches close to me, "He won't. I know it's been a long time..."

We spring into action: lips crash furiously, I start to unbutton Summer's shirt. Luckily the door is locked, Ruby is fasted asleep, and no one is expected to barge in on us. If Alex had any brains, he'd want to sleep outside instead as things are about to get a little noisy.

"Qrow, Summer! Get up! We're under-"

An explosion shatters the window as the sound of a Bullhead roar outside.

A/N: So hey it only took almost a year to write this short-ass chapter, maybe the next one will be quicker. Maybe. Yeah, I shouldn't have tried that overambitious goal to write this story every day, that got me so far (sarcasm detected). Anyways, have a good day.