Longer wait, longer chapter. It's only fair. Other than that, I have two things to say. One, thank you for the amount of reviews I have gotten in just two chapters. That really is my favorite part of writing these stories.

Secondly - To JohnCena117, Darren is no longer going to be 'edgy'. And by that I mean the 2016 definition of edgy. Now Darren is switching more towards being sadistic and malicious, looking to physically harm or even maim.

Darren/Death P.O.V

These locker rooms were all but useless. Anyone smart would be carrying their equipment on them, not in some container. At least his Jaune guy had some sense in him. He woke up armored and armed. "RIDICULOUS!" He shouted, frantically looking around and at a paper. "There's no way I put my gear in locker 363 yesterday. I would have remembered having to count that high."

Never-mind, he was just dim. Or maybe freaking out. Probably both. I kept walking through the locker room, passing by Weiss Schnee talking to some red-head. It didn't matter though. I wanted a headsta-. And I backtracked immediately. That red-head was Pyrrha Nikos. Now that changed the game a bit. If I was going to break anybody, it was going to be the champion herself.

I stood there thinking about why she would be here if she was already a renowned fighter in inter-kingdom championships. Was there some sort of licensing to be a Hunter that I wasn't aware of? Maybe it was just another title to add onto her list.

"AHHhhh!" A blonde kid flew past me attached to a red and yellow spear, which promptly stuck into the locker, effectively pinning him. I walked over to him, leaning down slightly and chuckling. "Who'd you piss off?" Jaune simply hung there dejectedly before crossing his arms. "I bet you think it's real funny, huh?"

I pulled the spear out of the wall, letting Jaune fall to the ground with a startled yelp, and examined it The entirety of the blade had etches in it and the bottom half of the handle seemed to be the stock of a rifle. I also noted the handle being hollow. Was this one of their famous transforming weapons?

"Excuse me. I think that's mine." Someone said to me. I turned around to see Pyrrha holding out her hand politely. Wondering why she was being so nice about this, I handed her the spear. "Thank you. I'm sorry." She said the first to me and the second to Jaune, who was still sitting on the floor.

"Would all first year students please report to Beacon Cliff for initiation?" Ooh, the cliff. Me and that spot already had some fun times together. I walked out of the building as Ruby and Yang helped Jaune up. Once leaving the actual building, I began a brisk run towards the cliff, not wanting to waste anymore time.

The first person you make eye-contact with after landing will be your partner for the next four years." Simultaneously everyone started worrying and talking, asking questions at random. Me, I liked it. I got my pick on who to torment. Of course then I'd be more or less stuck with them after. "I wondered what would happen If I never made eye-contact. Reaching into one of my coat pockets, I secretly weaved a piece of shadow before placing it over my eyes, and allowing my vision to go dark.

"Um, Darren is it. Are you certain that is the best course of action." Without turning my head, I used a weak pulse of my power reserve to get the shape of the world around me. Ozpin was looking at me strangely. "Without a doubt." I responded. Sighing, the old man continued his instructions. Most of it was just warnings about Grimm, which I ignored. The only thing I actually caught was what we we're doing. Kill Grimm, collect statue, come back. Don't die.

That seemed easy enough. Apparently the idea was not shared though as that Jaune Arc asked numerous annoying questions about how to land, whilst students were literately being catapulted off the cliff. The person next to me, an armored guy with brown hair, launched off and I tensed my legs, readying. The spring-board beneath me came to life and with a rush of G-force and wind, I was now many hundreds of feet into the air.

Expanding my leather coat like I did last night, I began to glide. After only a few moments, everyone had reached the ground except for me and one other person. That blond girl, Yang, was riding explosions across the tops of the trees. She was actually going faster than me. I couldn't have that, and so I closed my false-wings and fell vertical.

Only feet from the treetops, I opened again and the wall of air beneath me broke branches as I rapidly accelerated, now gaining speed on the aura signature that was Yang. Twenty seconds and I was now gliding next to her. Sending out a pulse of aura, I noticed she was now looking at me.

"Hey, guess what?" I yelled at her. Before she got the chance to answer, I smashed into her side, sending her careening into the forest floor below. She would probably be angry about that later, but I couldn't be bothered at the moment. I was setting records here!

I kept my "eyes" peeled for any kind of man-made structure out in the woods, sending out pulsations of power on a frequent base. You see, every time you touch something, some of your aura is rubbed off on it. If one man owns a house and lives in it, that entire house would faintly glow in his color, to those that knew how to see it of course.

A series of faint, very rapid gunshots found my attention and I scanned the ground under me. A boy dressed in green but with a purple aura was fighting a massive snake. A King Taijitu. Good luck. Those were some of the nastiest Grimm you could come across. Judging by the size of it, this one was old too. I left him.

It couldn't be much further to the temple, surely. After all, I had been gliding at a speed of somewhere close to 50 mph. Perhaps I missed it. It could have easily been covered by the thicker canopy of trees. I guess it was time to land. Near that circle of Beowolves might not be a bad idea.

Slamming gracefully and silently into a tree, I sensed that within the large circle of wolf Grimm, Weiss Schnee was standing in a textbook stance, revised to the last degree of the elbow. Such teachings were a waste of time in my opinion. Skill was important, but over-training led to overthinking and over-reliance on that training. Many a Hunter had fallen to my blade simply because I knew the counter to their teachings, and they could not improvise.

Weiss shifted her foot backwards some, obviously in deep thought. I scanned the nearby area, wondering if anyone else was here. Sure enough, Ruby was standing just below me, scythe at the ready. Well now we couldn't have that, could we. Activating one of my Catalysts, I dropped silently and invisibly out of tree and just next to Ruby. If she knew i was there, she gave no indication.

As Ruby's legs tensed in preparation to launch into the fray, I summoned a long curved pole-arm and placed it a foot in front of Ruby. She still could not see it, though she would definitely feel it in just a moment. At the exact same time as the Schnee rushed forwards, Ruby belted out of our cover with a surprising amount of speed. I actually had to focus in order to keep her form stable in my eyes.

Then everything fell into place. While Ruby would have cut down the Beowolf Weiss was going for, she now launched forwards, tripped on my pole-arm, and was sent tumbling into Weiss' legs and sending the two sprawling into the grass, right at the foot of one of the wolves. To make matters even better, Weiss' Rapier must have been infused with red dust because at the same moment, an uncontrolled wave of fire belted out of the end, narrowly missing the two of them. It did however set that section of the woods on fire.

Laughing silently, I left the clearing and continued on my way, listening to the sounds of their struggles. I love it when a plan falls together.

Ruby P.O.V.

I pushed some power into my semblance, preparing to cut the head off of the Beowolf in front of Weiss. Quickly I jumped, but felt something hit my ankle. Tripping violently, I had still built up enough momentum to carry me forwards, directly into Weiss. Her Rapier, apparently charged with red dust fired off. I felt the hair on the side of my head singe, creating a sickly smell.

In a heap we tumbled a few feet to the side. The second we stopped I felt painful jabs in my side as Weiss shoved me off and tried to jump back into stance, gaining an unkempt appearance. "What are you doing you dolt!" She screamed at me.

"I'm sorry I- Behind you!" I yelled, signaling that there was a Beowolf with a raised claw at her back. She turned around at the last possible moment, catching the blow with her blade. It was futile was the creature's strength began to overpower her own. Thinking fast, I poured power into my semblance again, thankful I had somehow held onto Crescent Rose.

Swiftly I chopped the Beowolf's head off and it fell to the ground, already dissipating along with the ichor pouring from the wound. I prepared to fight the rest of the dozen or so Grimm around us before Weiss grabbed my arm and began pulling me, pointing at the large and fast-spreading fire. "We have to go!"

Darren P.O.V

One hour later

After an annoyingly long time of walking and a slightly less annoying amount of Grimm that were attracted to me, I finally found a stone temple looking area. There were two people already there, partners I assume. From the looks of their auras, it was Blake and Yang. Figuring that no one will make it here without a partner, I finally removed my blindfold, letting the colors of the forest come back.

"Oh, you again." Blake said to me. Yang looked at her. "You know this guy?"

"Yeah, we talked books and stuff last night. Ain't that right?" I said. Blake nodded and I took notice of the golden knight Yang was holding. Still having the aura-sight bleeding into my regular vision, I saw that piece, as well as every other 'relic' had the purple coloration of Glynda's aura. Walking over, I collected the Black Rook and stowed it within my leather jacket.

A high-pitched scream echoed off in the distance. I turned around and Yang was looking at the sky concerned. "Did you hear that?"

A second, slightly lower and much closer scream came through the air as Ruby fell from the sky. "Heads uuuuuup!"

Unexpected even to me, what looked like Jaune crashed into Ruby mid-air, sending them both roughly into the side of a tree. Ruby landed laying on the ground, and Jaune hanging by his skewered pant leg. "Did your sister just fall from the sky?"

Before the confused blonde could answer, multiple explosions and splashes of pink came out of the forest on an Ursa, followed by joyous feminine screams saying 'Yee Haw'. Roaring in obvious pain, the Ursa fell face-first into the ground, dead. A ginger-headed girl in a pink skirt jumped off before looking back. "Aww, it's broken."

"Broken, what-" I said, being surprised still after all my years alive. I was cut off however by the same person who fought the King Taijitu coming around the corner, heaving for breath. "Nora... Please... Don't ever do that again." Straightening up, he started frantically looking around for his obvious counter-part, whom even I didn't see move.

"Oooh." I heard, turning around to see her staring at the Golden Rook before grabbing it and beginning to sing. Thankfully it was cut short by the green one shouting her name. She giggled. "Coming Ren."

Good. Now I had both of their names. "Did that girl just ride in on an Ursa?" Blake again questioned. Once again Yang tried to answer, only to be stopped again by the sound of multiple trees falling, and a roaring. Out from the forest burst forth a humongous Death-stalker, closely following Pyrrha, who had hidden panic written on her face.

She caught sight of her partner, seemingly glad that he was okay. "Jaune!" "Pyrrha!"

Ruby jumped up in surprise. "Woah!" "Ruby!" Apparently Jaune was also surprised. Did they really not know they were next to each other? She rolled away from the boy and saw Yang. The two of them did a similar roll call as before, until Nora jumped up between them, yelling her own name.

"Did she just run all the way here with a Death-stalker on her tail?" I'll admit, her calm attitude towards all of this was impressive even by my standards. Anyone else I knew would be close to having a mental breakdown or something by now.

"I can't take it anymore! Could everyone just chill out for two seconds before something crazy happens again?!" Que the breakdown. Her screaming was added onto the effect by Yang's eyes turning red and her hair briefly catching into spurts of flame that did her no harm. Interesting.

After the demanded two seconds, Ruby pulled on Yang's sleeve worriedly, pointing at the sky. While a lot of people might have been able to tell what the problem was, I could clearly see that Weiss Schnee was hanging by one hand on the talon of a Nevermore. A faint "How could you leave me?" Was heard.

"I said 'jump'." Ruby said innocently. Blake spoke to her, still looking up. "She's gonna fall."

"She'll be fine."

"She's falling." Ren said helpfully. I chuckled in the background, earning a few strange looks. "This is gonna be good." She was about two hundred feet above the ground and falling fast. I only awaited the splat that would be heard if anyone fell from that height. Unfortunately, at about fifty feet some boy jumped out of a tree in a stupid attempt to play the hero. Both of them fell, Weiss landing on the poor fellow.

Behind them, Pyrrha continued running from the Death-stalker. Well, I say running, but the thing had actually gained on her, and at that moment landed a solid blow. Silently she flew through the air, landing at our feet. "Great! The gang's all here. Now we can die together!" Yang said in an oddly enthusiastic voice. Ruby however seemed to have different plans.

"Not if I can help it." And with that she charged off to meet the opponent. Me, I slipped out thinking to myself 'You don't, but I do.'. Sinking into the trees, I bode my time, watching the horrendous failure of an attack that Ruby attempted, and the even more costly dodging maneuver. Her cloak was caught in the onslaught of feathers that came from an overhead Nevermore, the same one that Weiss dropped off of.

I wondered why she did not simply remove the cloak from her body, and escape. She quite literally let the Death-stalker come up to her and attack. Lucky for her though, Weiss came to the rescue, because I sure wasn't going to. The ice pillar she created however, caught the tail of the massive scorpion. That was a perfect attack opportunity.

I pulled my nameless sword from its sheathe, preparing to use a fraction of my true power against the Grimm. Before it could free itself, I propelled myself forwards with greater speed than Ruby had used earlier. I jumped, gaining the height to fly over their heads. The two of them were talking, silenced by my fleeting form and the exploding crash that came a micro-second after.

I smashed through the dust-enhanced ice with my blade, and spun in midair through the stinger of the Death-stalker. As I came to the ground, blade outstretched, the stinger and its appendage fell behind me, earning a roar of pain from the scorpion. It reeled over to me, holding up its ancient bone-plated claws in defense. I leered at it, my eyes seemed a shade darker than they were a moment ago.

I slashed multiple times with one arm into the bone plate, digging in inches deeper that any of Ruby's high-impact rounds. At the end of my multiple attacks, the creature through a desperate attack at me, which I casually sidestepped with blinding speed. Though the gap in its defense, I dashed blade first in mimicry of a Weiss' stab. The blade sunk deep, and the Death-stalker's eyes lost their glow.

I pulled my blade free from the face of my downed enemy, and turned towards everyone else. Most of the stared at me with wide eyes after seeing such a massive enemy defeated so quickly and with such ease. "How.. What?" Ruby said at me. "I barely saw you move."

"I'm faster than you." I said simply. Yang glared slightly at me for that, and I didn't understand why. Everyone else stared silently, seemingly ignoring the Nevermore. Until it screeched behind my back that is. "Look out!"

I turned slowly and stared into a wall of bladed feathers larger than my sword. The first few tips were only feet from me. Not wanting to seem invincible and instead fast, I poured a solid 25% of my power into speed alone. Time slowed and I began striking. Each and every feather from the volley never met the ground, and instead met my blade.

I sliced all of them from the air with a speed that I was sure Ruby couldn't even begin to follow. The volley may have only lasted 8 or so seconds, but to me it felt like minutes. Minutes that passed and ended. Once I was certain the feathers had stopped, I relinquished my hold on my speed, and time came back.

Ruby P.O.V.

"Look out!" I warned Darren, fearing it was already too late. He turned around and then just, disappeared. The only indications I could tell were short spurts of his form in multiple places at once. Each image left a sliced feather in its place. Soon broken and cut apart feathers littered the ground around me and him.

Just as soon as it started, it stopped. Darren stopped moving. After a few moments of silence, he turned back to us and his face shocked me to my core. Calm. He was completely and utterly calm, as if the speed wasn't even a serious act for him. I had one question now.

How could I get that fast?"

I hope you enjoyed the chapter, and if you have any questions or comments regarding the limits of Darren/Death's power in speed, feel free to review or PM that. The same goes for any comments or ideas.