Life on Remnant: My Tale of RWBY

Prologue: Why does this keep happening to me...

Location: Marren Family Manor, MN, USA

Time & Date: 7:51 AM, January 9th, 20XX

Weather: Partly Cloudy w/ Freezing Rain

...What? You actually expect some info before I start reading off lines? Okay then, if you really want to hear me rant about shit like this, here's the gist. Which comes and is introduced with these questions: Have you ever thought about the existence of alternate universes? Have you ever pondered the thought that there could be another place where another crazy set of events transpired to make a world like ours? Well… what would you say if I told you that there are other universes out there, and that I've been to one. Let me introduce myself so we all know a common ground to build upon, I am formally known as Roger William Marren, the second eldest of the Marren siblings and Heir to the family name. Now, let's step back a little and explain how I came to discover these alternate worlds.

I guess it all started when I started watching RWBY. And to explain the reason why these two things tie together… I'll explain it later. But for now, just work with me. After I started watching RWBY, I got tied up in its massive community and hundreds of theories on its characters, world, and even the very chance that the planet itself was another reincarnation of Earth several thousand years later. So, after weaving my way through that mess of info, I decided to place my own coin in the pot and write a RWBY story. That was the original "RWBY's Origin", and it was my only RWBY story sadly since Fire Emblem and Persona interested me after that and they kinda took over my writing time. Now we fast forward two years to this day and now I'm writing stories like nuts with little time to actually re-watch RWBY with my sisters.

Now it gets weird… and before you read on, just do me a favor and throw logic out the window. It's nothing more than a wall at this point and I'll need you all to have a mind open to anything.

Here we go… I, with some kind of assistance from a greater power, managed to pull three characters from RWBY itself into my world, with the power to return at any time, and I had no idea I had even caused it. It all happened the day after my 15th birthday, that was the day where everything went to shit. It all started out great, my closest sister Marilyn and I were playing our newly acquired Wii-U and were currently playing our 68th game in the past 48 hours...

Guess a good starting point is to describe our characters eh? Well, here we have the twins of the Marren family, yours truly, and my younger sister Marilyn. And now I need to do describe myself in the third-person… god this gonna be weird. Let's start a little while back, before the chaos began...

(A/N: Just so you all know, if I ever need to break the immersion to talk you all/explain something, it'll be in the plain Italic like you see here.)

The date was January 10th, 20XX. There was fresh snow on the ground, the air still clung to its bitter chill, and a light breeze blew across the streets and sidewalks, causing little flurries of snow to dance along the paths. Our own little journey takes us far from the borders of the city Minneapolis to a large field in the middle of absolute nowhere, but, if you're willing to travel the lone road in said field, you'll find the home to the richest known family on Earth: The Marren Family. The Marren's were a… interesting bunch of people, well… interesting is an understatement if one must be honest. The family was made up of five members: The ex-eldest brother, Rodger (He shall never be mentioned, nor will his exilation will be referenced further), his fiancé Cynthia Dracule, the twins Roger and Marilyn and their little sister Hannah.

If you'd look at the siblings side-by-side, you would say they aren't related. But, if you look close enough you'd see their differing shades of green eyes, their chestnut brown hair and the same "we don't give a damn about our status" attitude. Even though they may dress, act and even perform differently, they are still related in blood, looks and through the bonds they've made through their hardships. Aside from that, they're your average, everyday American family with their own schedules.

For the need of the story, let us focus on the twins. Roger and Marilyn are 16 and 15 respectively, and both sit at around 130 to 155 pounds. Roger stands at about 5 feet-9 inches and has a more laid-back posture than his brother and sisters, even though he is the official heir to the family and he really doesn't care about the formalities that surround it. Marilyn is a little shorter at 5 feet- 5 inches with a little more refined posture, while still being as laid-back as her elder twin. While their hobbies differ greatly, they both have a mutual love for video-games, being that they both co-run the US League of Legends, Overwatch and Counter Strike teams, so they have quite the sense of teamwork, and rivalry. And said rivalry was being settled in the Marren way, a 1VS1 Duel to see who could get the majority of 151 wins in a game of their decision.

We now join them as they finish their 68th game in said competition…

Roger glared at the TV in front of him, his eyes locked onto the screen and his hands & fingers moving at a speed most people could ever imagine. He glanced at his sister and grinned, knowing he was on the verge of victory. "..."

Marilyn glanced at her brother and sneered back, knowing that she was going to beat him this time, she was not going to allow him to continue his winning streak and was determined to win this time "..."

"...You're gonna lose Mari. You've never beaten me and I'm making sure that my streak continues."

"Like hell I'm losing to you again! This is the day that winning streak of yours-"

"GAME!"

"-ends…"

"And that is another victory to me, making the score a surprising 38, with a 15 game winning streak, to 30." Roger dropped his controller back onto the table in front of them and cracked his astronomically stiff joints and knuckles, creating a sound similar to popcorn popping. "And I think that's the perfect number to call it, lest we grow any stiffer."

"No! I'm gonna break your streak now!" She grabbed his controller and shoved it into his hands. "Now sit back down, and start playing!"

"Mari, we've been doing this for almost two days straight," Roger grabbed her controller and held it above his head, preventing her from snatching it back in the classic elder brother scenario. "You and I have need to sleep, and I still have my job as a Teaching Assistant to go to soon, the only reason why I'm here is because I got an extra few days off because of my birthday, and I have to go back tomorrow."

"C'mon, can't you just ask them to- eep!" Roger leaned down until they were face to face. His hazel-green eyes staring directly into her evergreen. "...Please?"

"No." He replied sternly. "They gave me time, and I used it. I'm going back tomorrow and nothing you do or say is gonna change that." He handed her both controllers and turned to the door. "Now I'm going to get some sleep since neither of us have done so for the past 18 hours-" Roger turned his head back for a split second and saw his sister's puppy-dog eyes running on full cylinders. He glared at the twin evergreen orbs and felt his resolve slowly melting away and his willpower weakening, but he ripped his head from the sight and sighed as his will and determination returned. "...And the puppy eyes aren't going to work this time. I'm sorry, but I need rest."

"Pweeeease~?"

'Oh god… not the cute voice!' He gulped down the urge to run over and hug his sister and dashed out the door, quickly shutting it behind him. "And you'd better get some rest! Otherwise I will take you out of the next tourney and replace you with someone else!"

A minute passed and the eventual sound of Marilyn's sigh of disappointment and then the sound of a body hitting cloth and a faint, muffled snore, Roger tiptoed his way up the staircase and exited their expansive basement/ eSports training area. He quickly flinched and squinted slightly at the brighter LED and natural lighting of their living room and kitchen. "God… how long were we down there?"

"About forty-six hours and thirty-nine minutes," He turned to see the source of the accented voice and saw his ex-elder brother's ex-fiancé, Cynthia Dracule, a Baroness he met on one of his…. journeys. To their knowledge, she's from a long of line of supposed vampires known as the "Aristocrats", and she's taken a liking to him and Rodger. And, not to be a perv or anything, but she is HOT, like beyond supermodel gorgeous. She has a flowing head of silvery-white hair, which fell to her waist and seemingly never grew any longer and never got dirty. She had very pale-pink skin and bright red eyes, her teeth were pure white and with the top and bottom canines sharpened slightly, for effect she says. Her outfits were oddly civilian and mostly fit along the lines of hiding her skin, while still showing off her curves, as such with what she was wearing: a black turtleneck, pale-blue jeans, brown boots with a 1.5 inch heel and a faded denim jacket with actual silver studs and buttons.

"Oh, hey Cyn, how've you been?"

"Vell enough. Now better zhan before since I alvays enjoy your company and presence Roger." She gave him her toothy smirk, showing one half of her pearly-white fangs. "Now zen, 'ow long were you actually playing down zere?"

Roger simply smiled and shrugged at her question. He always found her attempt at the stereotypical vampire voice cute and funny, but totally unneeded. "Guess about three-quarters of our time down there was spent playing. I didn't really keep track of anything besides our wins."

Cynthia sighed, smiled and slugged him in the arm. An interesting thing to add that despite her "Damsel-esque" appearance, she has around 5 times the strength of most male bodybuilders. "Vhy must you two push yourselves so far? You may not be normal human beings, but you both 'ave your needs and requirements."

He shrugged again. "Guess it's just in our nature to push ourselves." He leapt over the couch and landed beside her. "Also, why are you still doing the accent? You know you hate it…"

"I know, but it's hard to stop doing it after how long he made me use it." She admitted in her normal accent, which was a light British accent. "Besides, Hannah and Marilyn find it cute."

"I know, but just give it a break every once in awhile, 'kay?"

"'Kay. Now go get some sleep, you have to go back to working tomorrow and I think you'd enjoy a good day and night's rest."

"Yes m'lady." He tipped an invisible fedora and walked towards the stairs, leaving Cynthia in a light blush at the mention of her nickname/title. Roger leapt his way up the stairs and made the short walk to the end of the hall where his room was situated. He opened the grey-painted door and stepped inside, the familiar sight of all his past trials, journeys and competitions brought a warm smile to his face as he switched into his sleepwear and cracked the window over his bed slightly, and promptly fainted onto his and stared at the mural to one of his favorite journeys and and let the cooled fabric bring him to the world of dreams that he visited quite often.

~xVx~

Now normally, most dreams are lucid, meaning a specific event can happen and then whoever is dreaming will know that they will have full control of the dream, but not in Roger's case. When he "awoke" in his newest dream, he was in an unfamiliar environment with two very unfamiliar people. The figure to his right wore an evergreen suit and black dress pants, and the other wore a revealing red dress with gold accents, their faces were covered and their voices sounded the same; lifeless, accentless murmurs.

"You have drawn a large amount of attention to yourself, Mr. Marren. Quite a lot indeed." The right figure spoke.

"Attention? What in the hell-?!"

"In fact, you've drawn so much attention that we may have to step in and bring you somewhere where you can release this power you seem to be hiding." The left figure added.

"Hiding a power… who the fuck-?!"

"We will come for you, Mr. Marren." They said simultaneously. "And there is nothing you can do to stop us from doing so." And just like that, they vanished in a puff of smoke and left him alone in the void most-likely created by them. It didn't take long to return to the grass plain that normally resides within his lucid dreams. He quickly sat down on the cool, dry ground and laid back slightly, staring at the blue sky with their words still ringing in his head.

'What was that all about? Drawn attention? Power I'm hiding? The hell does that mean?' He reached up and pinched a cloud floating above him and brought it down to his level, then promptly began to morph it into a small bird, which then flew away after it was finished. "Have I invoked some greater power that I don't know about?"

"You seem troubled sir." He turned around to see a familiar face, the… "Warden" or the current resident of his dreams, a nice Draconic fellow named Narthanos, an Emerald Dragon that Rodger had met during his years on Azeroth. He was/is one of the advisors to the Emerald Queen, Ysera. Who normally dropped by to visit him when she had a free moment. "Did something happen under my watch? You seem disturbed."

Roger smiled at his oddly casual appearance; his green coat, brown shirt and cloth pants, and the normal leather boots most Emerald Druids wore. He glanced at the bright green hair and saw a small flower was actually growing in it. "Just an… odd occurrence. Nothing major or to worry about." He stood up and snapped his fingers, a small table appearing between him and his Night Elven friend. "Tea? It has been a while since we just sat and talked, and since Ysera isn't here this time… would you join me for a cup?"

"Sounds wonderful, and to explain my appearance instead of my Queen's, is the fact that she is currently handling a problem back on Azeroth in relation to the World Pillar." He grabbed one of the porcelain cups and sipped the black tea within. "I must admit, your powers are improving, this is quite nice for an attempt at a basic drink."

"I think the lucid dreaming is helping, gives me a chance to try some of those tricks out without the risk of causing a Nightmare." He sipped from his own cup and contemplated on what he had said. "Speaking of which, how is my… accident coming along? It isn't too bad, right?"

"The Nightmare you caused has been cleansed. You were lucky my Queen was visiting your brother at the moment and was able to calm and contain you before any real damage was caused." He set his cup down and stared him dead in the eyes. "And since we are on that topic, what in the name of Elune caused you to have that much of a fright?"

"...RWBY marathon."

"That strange show you've been watching?"

"Mhmm."

"Why that of all things?"

"...The events near the end kinda… shocked me and I happened to fall asleep after Episode 12. So that led to me picturing the same events, but with me in place of all the deaths and then one thing lead to another and then it just erupted into this gigantic-"

Narthanos was about to take another sip until he noticed a faint red and white aura permeating from his hands, he also saw his eyes were turning red and he was exhaling the same aura with every breath. He dropped his cup and slipped on a pair of emerald encrusted gloves and gripped Roger's shoulders. "Ease yourself lad!" He tightened his on his shoulders and channeled a small burst of mana through his heart and he slowly began to calm down. "Just breathe and relax."

The aura quickly faded from Roger and his breathing returned to normal, still slightly shallow, but still back to normal. "...whew." He exhaled slowly and repeated while looking into the neon-green eyes of his Dream Warden. The faint glow slowly reverting the light-red splotches in his eyes. Roger sighed one final time before leaning back in his seat, the signs of the Nightmare now vanished from his appearance. "Thanks."

"No thanks are necessary. It is my job as your Warden to prevent things like that from happening." He released Roger's shoulders and pulled a green-tinted brass watch from his coat. "Now, I think it's about time for you to wake up. The sun is about to start rising in the normal world and judging from the clouds, you've been asleep for almost 20 hours."

"And I fell asleep at around 8:00 AM… meaning it's about 4:00 AM the next day, damn. Haven't slept that heavily in months." He finished his cup and shook the gauntleted hand of his Warden. "Until we meet again, my friend."

"Until we meet again."

Now we get to the point where I thought shit was starting to go down, and where I had my first contact with the supposed "Greater Power" that came and dragged me to the new world. Although it didn't happen immediately, it happened over a few days, about three total, give-or-take an hour or four. Now, I know you're all thinking "Why in the hell would this greater power say that they would come after him?" Well, remember what the two "Unknown" figures said, that "-you've drawn so much attention that we may have to step in and bring you somewhere where you can release this power you seem to be hiding." Which means they know of Roger's powers that he's collected over his journeys, like his brother. What will happen next? That will be explained over the next dozen-or-so paragraphs leading up to the end of this Prologue. Also, this will be the greater majority of the "Author's Commentary" and then it'll mainly be short little facts and the Author's Notes from there on out.

The next three days went as normal as they could've been. Security work, helping teachers and substitutes with any work or technical problems when they arose, making sure that he kept a close eye on his friends to make sure none of them did anything stupid. All in all, those three days went by nearly perfectly, until Roger was called to the office for an important announcement, for his ears only...

"You want me to do what?"

The principal sighed and cleared his throat to speak again. "I want you to come in tomorrow and keep the place in order, we have a representative from Stanford coming and I want her to see this place is neat and respectful."

Roger glared at him, an obvious sense of distrust and suspicion in the air. "And you want to use me to do it?" He reclined slightly and kept his eyes locked onto his technical supervisor. "And what's in it for me if I do come tomorrow?"

"I'll give you the whole next week off if she will take any of our seniors." He handed Roger the paperwork and pointed to three spots. "Initials on the first two then full signature on the final page."

"...Fine." Roger pulled an ornate pearl & silver fountain pen from his coat and signed each area accordingly. "How strict are we talking by the way?"

"Pin out of place strict."

"Then I'll bring my a-game tomorrow." Roger folded the papers together and tucked them into the inner pocket of his coat. "I'll be seeing you tomorrow."

~xVx~

The next morning went just as every other morning the Marren family has had for the past three years. Roger waking up at 4:30, make coffee and tea for the family others, exercise till 5:30 then a shower, then make breakfast once everyone's awake and then he's off to the High School for his daily pass-time of being a Teacher's Assistant/Security Officer. And the day was oddly calm, like was asked. But it was a little unnatural in the fact of how calm it was, and how you may ask? Well, firstly was the fact that none of the Seniors were chatting at all in the halls, which was totally away from the normal routine. The second thing was the fact that there was zero, (and I mean ZERO) talking in the lunchroom during the free-period, and that alone was creepy enough to make Roger start worrying. The last thing was during the end of the day announcements, where the normal energy was gone and that there was supposed to be an assembly today after school hours that EVERYONE was supposed to attend, and that was the final straw. So Roger ducked out half-way through the 4th period, and made his way to the entrance to find the door locked with a strange, black chain.

'The hell? Did they do a surprise lockdown without telling anyone?' He tugged at the chain and felt that it was icy to the touch, to the point of nearly freezing his fingers to the metal. Roger used a little of his fire-magic to try and melt the metal, and got nothing in return. Then he pulled the Master Key the principal gave him and tried to open it that way, and stared in shock as the key snapped as soon as he went to turn it.

"What the hell is going on here?" He stood up and gazed through the frost-covered outer door, seeing only the faint shine of multiple pairs of headlights through the crystal covered material and snowstorm outside. "Welp, guess the assembly was a good idea, being that it's a practical blizzard outside. I suppose now is a good time to go catch up on a little RWBY since the class-"

"Attention all classes, please meet in the Gym for the school assembly, please meet in the Gym. Thank you."

'What?! There's still an hour of class left! Why the hell are they saying to go- you know what? Forget it. Something weird is going on, and I think this is my way of figuring out the cause.' He followed the mass of silent students to the Gym and took his place up on the mezzanine around the bleachers to see if he could find a culprit or a source of this disturbance. After a good ten minutes, and once the whole school had gathered, the principal began talking.

"Thank you all for coming," The Principal began, his voice kinda quiet even with the mike and speakers. "Now, I know that this is quite sudden for you all to be called here-"

"You got that right…" Roger murmured under my breath.

"But, the reason why we had to keep the normal amount of activity to such a low maximum, was because we have a representative from a very well known Ivy-League school here for an inspection and she says she's impressed."

'Now there's an interesting piece of info. So It wasn't a Stanford rep? And she's from an unknown school. Guess that explains the lack of the normal energy and chaos without my intervention.' He scanned the bleachers, trying to pinpoint the said representative. 'Now where is our said guest of honor?'

"And, to our fortune, we passed with flying colours! So, to present the reward for a perfect score is the representative herself, Professor Cinderella Autumn!"

"Cinderella Autumn? That sound familiar…"

"Please, the formalities aren't needed," Roger froze when he heard her voice. He knew that voice, because that was the voice of… "Call me Ms. Cinder."

"Ms. Cinder?" Roger started piecing things together from what he knew. Her name was Cinderella, and she prefers to be called Cinder, and her last name is Autumn which is a synonym… for fall… oh shit! "Cinder… Fall… oh fuck!"

Roger locked eyes with her for a split second and she smirked as their eyes met. Roger immediately dashed out and down the stairs before she could catch a glimpse of his full appearance. She saw him run off as his boots slammed into the laminated tile and frowned. She turned off the mike by her ear and walked up to the principal. "Pardon me sir, but I may have forgotten the awards and paperwork in my car. Would you mind if I step out and get it?"

"Go on ahead Professor, we can wait."

"Thank you." She stepped out and followed the path she saw Roger take, running at a faster pace than Roger. "You are not getting away."

Meanwhile, Roger was sprinting through the halls, trying to find an unblocked exit. "Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!" Roger babbled while running through the new wing to one of the exits that only he knew of. "Why is she here?! How the fuck is she here?!" He grabbed the handle of the exit to the bus lot and pulled, sighing in relief as the door wrenched open. "I need to get the fuck out of here, now!"

"YOU!"

"What the- yipe!" He ducked from an amber arrow as he saw the maroon-wearing woman glaring at him dead in the eyes with her bow drawn. "Later bitch! You ain't touching me!" He charged through the glass of the second door and made a break for his motorcycle.

"You will not escape me boy! Now end this pointless resistance and give up!" Cinder pulled her bowstring back and let another amber arrow fly, grazing his right shoulder and leaving a searing pain in place. She readied a third arrow but at that point Roger was peeling out of the lot and heading straight for the highway. "...Damn it." She pulled a cellphone from her suit coat and called up the first person on her contacts. "Emerald. He got away and is heading for the mansion. Get Mercury and intercept him before his siblings get involved."

"On it. We'll have him bound and on his knees ASAP."

"Copy. I'll be there momentarily." She tapped the "End Call" button and walked over to a brand-new, Ferrari 812, painted maroon. "Like I said. You aren't getting away boy, and now we have you cornered."

~xVx~

'Okay. This can't be real. That couldn't have been THE Cinder Fall and she did not want to potentially kidnap me and take me somewhere.' Roger pulled over quickly and looked at the sky to see if a blue bird was flying above and saw nothing. 'Nope. This is real, and so is she. Now what the hell is gonna happen?' He shook the thought off and revved his bike back onto the highway, not noticing the two sports-cars behind him.

It wasn't long until he heard the familiar sound of gunshots hitting the asphalt around his tires. He glanced back quickly and saw the two cars gaining on him and the driver of the first car. He flicked the "Emergency" switch on his handlebar and took off like a bullet, leaving his pursuers in a cloud of snow, dust and ice. As Roger grew further away, it wasn't long until another amber arrow pierced through the cloud and cut Roger's rear tire in two, forcing him to leap off and roll into the nearby ditch a few meters away from the crash-site. He winced at the bruises and held his tongue as he pulled a small shard of ice from his hand and laid down flat against the snowbank as the two cars pulled up. As Roger had noticed, Cinder stepped out from the maroon car, while two different figures stepped out from the black car, one with deep-mocha skin and mint hair, the other with skin colour like his own with steeled-blue hair.

"I think you killed him. I saw one hell of a blast and a pretty serious crunch through the noise." A younger feminine voice called. "Guess shooting his tire wasn't the best idea?"

'So that's Emerald. That means Mercury should-'

"That or he could have jumped off and fled to the forest to hide so we can't find him." A male voice replied. "Let's scout around and see if he's still in the area."

"Shit. Guess I'm gonna need to book it." Roger pulled a white cloth from his backpack and wrapped it around his pierced hand, the blood seeping through enough to leave a small patch of red on the very top layer. He rubbed his legs and arms to thankfully feel no injuries, and the slight blur in his vision was gone and he was almost back to normal. "On three. One…"

"Maybe we should check the road ahead?"

Roger slunk back slightly, just until he was behind the cars. "Two…"

"I'd say check the ditches, I mean, he could've rolled down-"

"Three!" He leapt from the ditch while their backs were turned and broke into a full sprint down the road. The spikes on his boots slamming and cracking against the icy pavement with every step. He got about twenty feet away when another arrow flew and tore through the back of his ankle, followed by a chain being wrapped around his other ankle, pulling him to the ground and leaving him with a few cracked teeth and a mouthful of blood alongside his fall.

"Like I said boy, you aren't getting away." Roger flipped himself over to see the three of them standing over him, smirking. "Now, are you going to come with us peacefully, or will you continue to resist?"

"The only way I'm coming with you… is in a casket." Roger panted. He spat in Cinder's face, which was mainly blood from the semi-faceplant he took when they tripped him. "You ash-covered whore!"

"Resistance it is," She pulled a black handkerchief from her suit and wiped the stain away. "Emerald?"

"Got it." She pulled a small syringe from her jacket and motioned for Mercury and Cinder to grab Roger's arms. The two of them grabbed his wrists and pinned him to the ground, each with a foot on his ankles so he wouldn't be able to fight back or move whatsoever. "Nighty-night, squirt."

"Let go of me you bastards! Why the hell are you-" Emerald stuck the needle into his jugular vein. "-after… me…?" Roger's vision slowly faded to black as his entire body went limp as whatever Emerald injected him with took effect in seconds.

"And he's out." Emerald removed the syringe and dropped it to the ground, crushing it beneath her boot to hide the evidence. She kicked the shards and broken needle into the ditch and stared at the slightly bloody and comatose form of Roger "Now what? Do we just, warp back home?"

"No. We need to remove the vehicles from highway and clean the shattered glass and aluminum away so there isn't any remaining debris." Cinder nodded to Mercury and he threw Roger's unconscious body over his shoulder. "Stick him in the front and then get ready to warp back. Once you two clean the scene, we leave."

"Aight, give me a few." He walked over to the maroon sports car and left his co-worker to do the small stuff. He dropped Roger's body into the car and buckled him in, not forgetting to put the pair of cuffs on, just in case anything goes awry. After he was all prepared and strapped in, he walked back over to Emerald and helped her push the fragments of Roger's motorcycle into the ditch and then used a little handful of crystals to cover it in a large hill of snow. Once the entire scene looked nearly like the moment before the collision, they hopped into their cars and drove a little way before vanishing into a flash of white light.

Location: Abandoned SDC Refinery, Mistral

Time & Date: 12:51 AM, November 16th, 40XX

Weather: Cloudy w/ Light Snow

Meanwhile, a fourth accomplice was readying vials and syringes for an experiment in a small sectioned off room with equipment similar to a hospital room. He filled three syringes with a strange black fluid and nearly dropped them as the sound of two cars screeching to a stop outside caused him to jump. He gripped the remaining two vials and placed them onto a small test-tube rack before grabbing the armored lab coat that hung on the door and walked out a rear, hidden exit.

"Oum putain Cinder! I told you to use that damn device outside the compound!" The scientist growled. "You almost made me drop the artificial Aura samples!"

"Oh boohoo, it's not like you're limited on fresh and extractable Aura so you can make more." Cinder mocked. "And we didn't know you'd be back so soon."

"Well I managed to acquire the needed technology for someone of non-Remnan blood." He straightened the tie beneath his coat and sighed. "Speaking of which, did you manage to find a suitable subject?"

"We did. Emerald, Mercury, bring him out!"

Emerald & Mercury hopped out of their car and opened the passenger door to Cinder's car and dragged Roger out, his body still inactive from the drug. The scientist walked up and studied a few of his features, including the now present bloodstains on his pant leg, hand and neck. "What did you do to him?"

"He resisted. We acted. Besides, he survived, didn't he?" Cinder motioned for Mercury to remove the cuffs. "And he should be out for a week, like you said."

"Magnifique. Take him to the infirmary so I may prep him for the experiments. We'll need to make sure he is on life-support, lest my theory is wrong." He pulled a stuffed ring of cards from his coat and handed them to Cinder. "Your pay, exactly as we agreed upon."

"30,000,000?"

"33,000,000. For the fact you managed to bring him without completely mutilating him."

"Pleasure doing business, Dr. Merlot." She pocketed the cards and saw Mercury and Emerald walk out. "Shall we stay here and wait, or do you wish for us to fall back to another safehouse?"

"Stay. I'd like security if our friend decides to wake earlier than I predicted." Merlot pulled a small bottle from his coat and handed it to Cinder. "Make sure you add this to the IV drip, it'll help keep him calm when he awakens so we won't have as much of a problem earning his trust."

"Just make sure he's on his feet by the end of the week. We need a spy to enter Beacon soon."

"Oui m'dame, your agent will be ready by the end of the week. As promised."

"Good." Merlot walked off and left Cinder standing alone outside. She pulled a small folder from her suit and pulled a small plastic card out from within. "Welcome to the family, Mr. Vermilion."

To be Continued…

A/N: So… yeah. This became a thing while I was re-watching RWBY with a few of my friends who had never seen it, and I actually was asked by a friend of mine to write a RWBY story on how I would perceive myself arriving and acting on RWBY, and I personally thought that Cinder should get a little more care in this story because of a few… later events.

Also, I'm actually going to do a harem (take a few shots, I know it's cringy) and I'm thinking of who I should include beside one of my OC's, and I'm allowing any girl to be a potential addition. Just… keep it reasonable and no extreme antagonistic comments. Reviews are meant to help the author, not say their story is BS and they should do a number of unmentionable things.

And if it seems rough, I'm not exactly used to writing in 3rd person yet, and that this is an attempt at being a minimum of 6000 words and an unknown maximum. So if there is anything that I should change to make it look better, please either PM me or review.

Until next time!