Alright here is chapter 27, with a special chapter. Now I got asked why I keep updating this and not the others, with RWBY Volume 3 beginning to come around, I can only focus on that, alongside other things. After RWBY has rolled over, I will be able to focus on other stories. Now let us begin. I own nothing except my ideas and OC's.
George sighed as he collapsed against a wall, tired. Beside him was his sparring partner Yang, who was equally tired. "Sheesh, now I know why your called Armstrong, live up to the family name huh"? Yang asks, before noticing George visibly flinch. "Was it something I said"? Yang asks. "Yang...do you know why I act the way I do"? George asks, his tone a rare one, one of sadness. Yang felt a disturbed feeling in her stomach at the foreign tone. "No...why"? Yang asks. "I...I never knew my family, I was orphaned mere minutes after I was born, I was never even held by my mother". George answered. Yang felt her entire world collapse, she though she was the only one who suffered something like this, but it was just her mother, George's entire family abandoned him. "All I had, was my name, nobody could link the name, despite its common usage in Scotland". George continued, not noticing how his hands would brush across his knuckles, as if hiding something. "I'm sorry". Yang gives her condolences, only to blink when George lets out a hollow laugh, one of emptiness. "It wasn't as bad as you thought, the orphanage was nice, the people welcoming, it was home, and soon, I had to defend it". George said before rubbing his hand along the blade of Earthbreaker.
"The town I lived in was constantly assaulted by bandits, and even before that I had to deal with bullies who liked to pick on my fellow friends, eventually I showed them why I was named 'Armstrong'". George says, grinning almost cheeky, if it wasn't for his tone. Yang grinned at that, of course he would fight, it is the way he works. "At the age of 10, I finally left the orphanage, having gained a reputation of being a guardian to the town, I made my first axe and traveled across Scotland a bit, training for some way, and maybe to find my family, and some time later, I got on a boat to America, and then my life changed forever". George mutters. Yang looked upset, her mother was her top priority, and yet George put that on hold to protect, if only she could do the same. George chuckled at Yang's expression. "I know what your thinking, and your wrong". George says before ruffling the blondes hair, surprising Yang. No one had the gall to touch her hair, much less ruffle it the way he did, it wasn't mocking, it was like a form of kinship. Yang smiled in a strangely mellow fashion. "I...I can't really explain everything". George hesitated, only to get a hand on his shoulder, courtesy of his fellow brawler. "Hey, its alright, you've been through enough, if you want to tell me, you can, if you don't, then don't". Yang says with a comforting smile. George smiled at that before snickering.
"What"? Yang asks. "It's quite amusing, without your excited nature, you just being mellow like that, really makes your more attractive". George says with certainty. Yang's face immediately went to a shade of red that would make a tomato envious. "Er...thanks". Yang thanks, blushing and messing with her hair. George chuckles before leaning back. "We're more alike than we realize, hmm"? George asks. Yang smiled before leaning back as well, staring at the ceiling of the arena, as if it held answers. "Yep, we sure do". Yang agrees, before laying on her back, hands supporting her head. George stayed sitting before a frown overcame his face. "Could you...not tell anyone about this, its something I have a hard time talking about, I only told you because you could relate". George asks. Yang pats George on the back with a grin. "Hey, don't sweat it, I got you covered". Yang assures before sighing. "I got to agree with you, it is difficult to talk about". Yang agrees. George pulled out a small bracelet from underneath his shirt. "This was all I had when I was taken in, apparently it belonged to my mother". George says, showing it to Yang. Yang looked at it with fascination. "Maybe I'll find them one day, I seriously doubt it, seeing as how I'm literally worlds away". George mutters, only to get flicked in the head by Yang.
"Shut up, you should know better than to doubt in this place". Yang reminds, while George chuckles. "True...thanks Yang". George thanks, before embracing his friend in a hug, small tears in his eyes threatening to fall. "It feels nice, knowing I can finally let this pain go". George mutters. Yang returns it. "I can't keep my Mother a secret either, if you ever need to talk, you know where to find me". Yang assures in a comforting voice. George nods before letting go, and about to get up, only to get yanked down by Yang. "Where are you going"? Yang asks with a smirk. George chuckled before leaning against the wall of the arena, continuing to talk with Yang, not noticing Port above them, a small smile on his mustached face. "You both share struggles you both never knew you had, perhaps your better suited than you thought". Port mutters before walking off, he had something to tell Ozpin.
And there we go, a rather vague explanation of George's past. Be aware the entire thing isn't explained, and George's past will come back to bite him. So what do you think? Like the Firearmshipping I'm shooting for? (Badum tss). When I compared their lives, I realized that they are way more alike than others would think at first glance. Also on a happy note 100 Reviews have been achieved on RWBY: The Assassin, woohoo! I feel proud! R&R This is Oathkeeper0317 signing out.