Welcome to my new fanfic, I haven't dropped the other even if it looks like it. I just had this idea floating in my head and wanted to see where it goes, so here it is.


Chapter 1. Stuck.


All my life I have been called a monster or a parasite, something that takes from others but never gives anything in return, a waste of space… Something which will take everything from someone until they have nothing left, and well… I guess I am.

Some might ask why? Why was I called a parasite? Well even I didn't know, my parents simply just called me that. I was just called one as I was abused left and right.

As a girl I didn't know better, couldn't know what being a parasite meant. But as I grew, I truly learned what it meant, and learned to embrace it.

At first I tried to deny it, I tried to deny everything that people chose to call me, but now? Now I accept it, and for the first time in my life, I truly understand why my parents called me a parasite and monster.

"Put your hands up! You are under arrest!" I heard from behind me as a door from a cop car was opened.

Ignoring the calls I looked back at my handiwork. Flames that were burning everything and everyone left in my house, my prison. 'It truly is beautiful…' I thought as I glanced out into the flames.

"Did you not hear me! Put your hands up now!" The same police officer yelled at me.

Grinning, I slowly turned around and looked at the police officers and firefighters who were quickly surrounding me. "You know, as a girl I hated being called a parasite… I hated being one. I was told that all they did was take and destroy, that they were monsters…"

The police officer seemed to get angry after hearing my monologue. "That's it, she is crazy. You two watch my back. I am putting her under arrest!"

I watched calmly as the police officer approached me. Some might be worried or even frightened at seeing this, but I have seen worse.

Deciding to continue my monologue I slowly raised my voice and said "But I know the truth! The truth is that they are!" and with that shout I grinned maniacally as I pulled out a knife.

"Watch out, she has a knife!" One police officer shouted as all the others began to pull out their guns. "Put the knife down now!", "Step back and get on the ground!".

All the police were yelling at me as they began to aim at my head and chest with their guns. 'I wonder if I will finally have peace after this?' I sadly thought as I made my last choice.

"They were right! We are monsters! And always will!" I smiled sadly after saying that as I ran towards the nearest police officer with no intent to attack him. Fortunately or unfortunately the police officers took this as their sign to attack.

*Bang! Bang! Bang!* Three pistols unloaded into me as I suddenly felt extreme pain all over my body. "Gyah!" I Shouted out as I felt more and more bullets hit me. Slowly I fell over on the ground and dropped my kitchen knife.

Smiling sadly I felt myself losing consciousness 'So… This is it? Heh, at least I can die in peace without that insistent torture from my parents.' I thought to myself in my final moments as I felt my blood seeping onto the grass.

"We… Ne..d..A…..edic!" I could barely hear at this point as I heard multiple people shouting. "Qui…call…t….ambu…ce!"

'It's… so warm…' I thought as I was slowly soaked in dark red blood. Slowly but surely my mind was fading as the temperature changed from warm to cold. My breaths became more and more labored as I lost my sense of touch in most parts of my body.

"I… really… messed up….. Huh…" with whatever breath I had left I muttered out as I felt my body being moved around. 'Wonder if they will find the box of evidence I left behind?' were my last thoughts as my body finally gave out on me.

'Why can I still… Think?' I thought to myself as I tried opening my eyes only to see darkness. No it wasn't dark, it was just nothing. Nothing was in front of me, until suddenly there was.

Colors flashed abruptly looking a lot like going lightspeed in starwars. 'What the hell? What's happening!?' I shouted in my head as colors started flashing past me even faster.

No sound could be heard as I flew past a multitude of different colors but the most occurring one was purple.

Slowly but surely all the colors turned into different shades of purple as an intense pain afflicted my mind. 'What the hell!? Why is this… happening!?' I grit my non-existent teeth as my memories flooded out of me.

Trying to look away from the colors I found out that I couldn't. 'Please! Make it stop!' I felt even more excruciating pain enter me as I could feel more of me slowly being changed.

I waited to see if my pleas would be answered but soon found out that they wouldn't immediately stop like I hoped they would. The pain was slowly dialing back down, albeit slowly, as the purple colors slowly changed back to black.

Time passed as less and less purple light flew past me, and less memories or instincts tried to take over my mind. Breathing a fake sigh of relief I thought 'Is it… Finally over?'

I received no answer so I chose to simply wait until all the pain subsided. Left alone with my thoughts I began thinking back to my life.

I was a mistake, an only child in a rich upper-middle class family. It was your average family if that consists of an abusive father and mother, both who didn't want you but because of their personal beliefs were forced to keep you. I received what most children would, food, occasional toys, schooling, but no love.

Instead every day I woke up my dad would verbally abuse me and call me a parasite, while my mother would make me cook and clean around the house. Those were my days, waking up, cleaning, eating, going to school, or serving my parents. Nothing more, nothing less.

Some might ask why I didn't ask for help? Well I did, but the issue is that no one believed me. I had no scars, or nothing to prove that they didn't love me. And every time they found out I asked for help, well putting it very lightly would be called a beating. Due to this I was socially ostracized as a girl, and made no friends. I lived my days and life alone, by myself, and all I had to compensate for it was my phone.

My parents gave it to me on my 15th birthday, as seeing if I didn't have one people would assume things that my parents didn't like, so they just decided to relent and give me one. It wasn't anything special, but through it I learned about anime. Anime, fantasy tv shows, anything I could watch I did, so I wouldn't think about my abuse.

I watched as many shows as I could and soon found a favorite show named RWBY. Nothing remarkable happened rather than I began to delving deeper into the RWBY franchise, but that was it. I wrote about RWBY, watched it, and at one point even wished to be put in that series to escape my life.

Life was going better with my phone, it finally seemed to look up for me as I was also making friends in my new school. Sadly it was a lie, a joke. Those friends I made simply abandoned me and ostracized me. Turns out they weren't really friends, but newfound bullies.

Time moved on in High School as I was now once more a social outcast, and I slowly began to give up. My parents hardened down on me and actually began to beat me due to low grades. No, not normal beatings, beatings that were so bad that they could fit into Omni Man. Some days I couldn't even go to school because of them.

My response was simply shutting out everything, until one day I snapped under the pressure that my parents were giving me.

I came to a realization on why all of this was happening to me, why I had nothing, why my friends betrayed me, or even why my parents abused me. It was because I lacked power. If I simply had power, more control, more strength, then none of this would have happened.

And well, the rest is history. I snapped after a particularly nasty session with my torturers, and I simply killed them. Now I am here, in the middle of this purple colored darkness. Suddenly I thought 'Wait. Why is this all I can remember? It's as if… no I can't remember my name? Or anyone's? All I can remember is watching some anime, being tortured every day, and… what else!?'

I suddenly got angry, no furious, as I tried flailing my body around despite not being able to move. 'Why can I only remember that horrendous torture yet not my name!? Is this punishment? Always remembering that I was weak and pathetic, yet never remembering my own name?' I sadly thought as I stared at the few specs of purple color that were left surrounding me.

'I must change… So what if I don't remember my name!? So what if all I remember is that torture? I won't let it happen again! I vow it!' I shouted in my head as I glared at the abyss that surrounded me.

'I will never be this week again, and I especially wont let what happened to me happen to someone else if I can stop it, so please if anything can hear me give me that chance. The chance to change.' I vowed to myself and whatever void I was stuck in.

Time ticked on indefinitely after that. I couldn't tell where I was, or what was even happening. Chuckling lightly in my head all I could think was 'Heh, guess this really is-!'

I was suddenly cut off by an ear piercing roar. Colors shifted rapidly as purples and blacks morphed into golds, greens, blues, reds, and a multitude of other colors.

Smiling darkly I thanked whatever being was giving me a second chance as I watched colors, and shapes become more and more clear. Slowly I began to hear the wind blowing as I began to regain my sight.

A strange power filled me as I gained more and more of my senses. 'What, is this feeling? I can feel it, I know this! This is what I need! To never be controlled again!' my entire soul shook as more and more power flowed through me.

It was similar to that of an electrical current, except that it was soothing, as if it didn't want to hurt me. 'More!' was all I could think as I saw my vision unblur as I could finally begin to hear the tree's blowing in the wind.

Regaining my sight fully, my eyes comically opened as I stared at a giant purple beam heading straight for the moon. I tried moving around to see what it was but soon noticed that I couldn't even move as I didn't have legs.

'Wait! I know this scene. No… Oh no! The damn moon is going to fall!' I shouted in my head as I watched the purple beam of destruction go through the moon like butter.

Slowly bits and pieces of the moon began to fall down as balls of fire. 'No! Wait, Yes! No! Not the time, the moon is falling! Move!' I had conflicting thoughts as I watched more and more chunks of the moon begin to fall.

Shaking, wiggling, even trying to crawl I did whatever I could to move but it was to no avail. It was as if I was stuck in a jar, well more angular like a crystal, but I was still unable to move as I watched the moon fall down around me.

'Let's just hope I make it out of this okay.' I closed my eyes as I shook in fear. 'Please don't crush me, please don't crush me.' I quickly repeated in my head as I felt the ground shake after each chunk of the moon hit it.

*Boom! Boom! Bang!* Chunks of the moon whizzed past me and streaked across the sky as they obliterated everything in this general area of the world.

I waited like that, curled up in a ball in whatever new prison I was locked in as I begged to not die again. After a long couple minutes of overwhelming nervousness I stopped closing my eyes in trepidation and slowly opened them.

'That… Is much worse than the show portrayed it…' I could only blankly stare as I looked at the destroyed landscape around me. Mountains with chunks punched out of them, craters in the ground, fires ravaging everything.

'Yeah… let's try getting back to learning how to move.' I thought as I stared at the destroyed landscape.

I wiggled, or moved, I wasn't sure, but it was once again to no avail. No matter what I did, no matter how I tried to move I was always locked in place by a smooth crystalline wall.

'Wait a minute… this didn't cross my mind earlier, but why am I so small?' a random thought crossed my mind as I tried my best to squirm my body to look around.

With much difficulty I slowly wiggled myself around as I looked at a nearby cluster of crystals which were shades of black and purple in color. 'Don't say I am in one of those…' I thought as I tried to stare for a reflection for myself in the nearby crystals.

Squinting my eyes I began to make out a very blurry reflection of a pitch black crystal. 'No reflection, so I am either the crystal, or stuck in it. Most likely the ladder.' I angrily thought as I finally gained the full scopes of my predicament.

I was in the RWBY verse as I just saw the God of Darkness leave, but the issue mostly lies in the fact that I'm stuck in a crystal. Some might say "Oh don't worry you can get out." and you know what I think about that? 'HOW!? I am stuck in a damn crystal, in the middle of nowhere, with no humans left on the planet except Salem!'

I fumed in my crystal prison as I tried to wiggle free. 'Damn! Damn! Damn! Being dead would be better than this! I am stuck in a prison for possibly the rest of eternity if someone doesn't find me!'

Wiggling harder I let anger control me as I shook violently in the prison made just for me. Slowly as I felt more anger rise up, I felt something else. It was that calming feeling I received when I was charged with power.

My anger slowly dissipated as all the tensions in my body vanished. The best way I could compare it would be having a stressful day at work and then taking a hot shower or bath. 'Ohhhh, that's nice, not as nice as earlier, but… Wait, why am I calming down?' I questioned myself as I looked around to see what was causing this.

With difficulty I wiggled around again to stare at the cluster of purple crystals to see if anything happened, only to see something actually happening. They were slowly losing their color as the calming feeling continued to bathe me in power.

'Is that my doing?' I wondered as I tried to replicate what just happened by focusing on the crystal cluster. Glaring at the crystals, I tried to get angry as I imagined draining the power from the crystals, and low and behold, they began to lose color again. Almost like it was instinctual I began to drain more power from the crystals..

'This is awesome!' I happily thought as I felt more and more power enter me while the crystals around me changed shades of color. 'So I have the ability to absorb power? Hmm, maybe if I get strong enough I can escape?' I shook my head a little as I began to think of the consequences.

'Wait no I shouldn't just go sucking out all the power willy nilly, I have to ration it in case it runs out. Wait, what happens if it runs out? ' I quickly stopped draining the crystals as I tried to organize my thoughts.

'So how about for now I just leave them be and see what happens if I don't absorb their power. How about instead I try to focus on the power that I already have? Oooh what if I can use magic?' I cheerfully thought as for the first time in a while I had something fun and new happening.

Time passed as I tried to use the power that I already had but it came to little or no avail. I could feel my power, but it felt limited, like it was missing something. At most, by using my instincts I could feel the power flow in me perfectly, and I instantly knew how to use it.

'So that's what I received from those dark purple crystals?' I calmly thought as I tried using it only to be blocked by the crystal wall I was in. Figuratively scratching my head I sighed.

Being bored I soon piled a list of the things I currently know after sighing. 'Damn, so I can't use anything but absorption while in this prison. Furthermore I know how to use whatever I absorb, but it seems limited. Like I can do more if I had something…'

Gritting my teeth I glared at the crystals around me. 'Urghh! I can't put my tongue on it, I know I am missing something, I just don't know what…'

Slowly I calmed down as I looked at the destroyed environment around me. 'Heheh, oh well. I have alottttt of time left to think about it.' I chuckled as I chose to peacefully sit in my Crystal and wait for something interesting to happen.

*With The God Of Light/Ozma*

"Where am I?" Ozma asked as he awoken from a dream like state.

A tall, golden being made himself known to Ozma by saying "We are between realms, I am afraid a tragedy befell your home at the hands of my brother. We have chosen to depart this world, but in our absence I would like to give you the chance to return to it."

"I don't understand." Ozma questioned the Brother God.

"Mankind is no more, yet your world remains, and in time your kind will walk its face again. However without our presence they will be but a fraction of what they once were. Creation, destruction, choice, and knowledge were the ideals upon which humanity was made. Now I leave them behind in hope that you learn to remake yourselves."

The God of Light then summoned for golden relics, each with their own power as they spun around his hand.

"If brought together, these four relics will summon my Brother and I back to your world, and humanity will be judged. If your kind learned to live in harmony with each other and set aside their differences, then we shall once again live among you, and humanity will be made whole again." The God of Lights voice got more menacing as he continued on.

"But if your kind is unchanged, if you demand our blessings while still fighting amongst yourselves then man will be found irredeemable and your world will be wiped from existence." The God of Light clutched his fist as he stared on at Ozma. "Until this task is complete, you will reincarnate but in a manner that insures you are never alone."

Ozma stood there and stared at the God until he said "I am sorry but that world just isn't as dear to me without her. If I may, I'd like to return to the afterlife to see Salem."

"You will not find her there." The God of Light simply announced.

"You mean she isn't gone?" Ozma stood in shock as he hoped she lived through the destruction of the planet.

"Salem lives, but the woman you hold dear in your memories is gone. Heed this warning, where you seek comfort you will only find pain. So will you do it?" The God of Light questioned the man standing before him.

"I'll do it!" Ozma nearly cut the Brother God off at the prospects of being able to see his love once more.

"Very well, our creation rests in your hands. I have one last warning for you as well." An air of seriousness surrounded the Brother God as he waited to say his next words carefully.

"What is it?" Ozma simply asked the Brother God.

"In my Brothers negligence, he made a mistake, a curse that siphoned some of his power before he wiped out your home. Beware that this curse never finds you, for if it does, it will be your end."

The God of Light looked at Ozma and slowly began to fade from existence.

Ozma simply nodded at the parting words of the Brother God as the light faded from existence, leaving him to his own multitude of thoughts.


Ayo hoped you enjoyed, I thought this chapter was honestly kind of mid tier tbh. I was writing this and had a lot of issues on trying to create this character, but I think I have it figured out for future chapters. I am not really sure where this fanfic will go as I don't have the best track records, but I will try my best to continue it until I run out of ideas. By the way some might read this and ask where my update for Remnant Fox is? Well it's certainly in the works, I have about 11 pages for it already written, but still need some more to finish off the chapter. Sry for the info dump, cya next chapter.