"BIRDS ARE EVIL!" Crue shouted from the top of his lungs, before collapsing back into the hospital bed he currently resided in, instantly passing out.

The other occupants of the room, Ozpin and Glynda Goodwitch just stared at the sleeping body. "Where do you find these children Ozpin?" Glynda sighed. Ozpin said nothing, simply sipping his coffee, curious as to the boy's outburst.

…

Eventually, Crue rose from his slumber without shouting. He slowly blinked his eyes, looking at the bright white ceiling of the hospital room. "Either I'm in heaven or a hospital. Please be the latter." He begged.

"You would be correct there Mr. Cullen." He heard a voice say. He sat up instantly, finding the source of the noise. There stood Ozpin, peering at him over his tiny spectacles. Crue froze up, realising what would more than likely happen.

"Um, hello…" He said hesitantly. "Where am I? And who are you?" He asked. Better to lie than have him think he's crazy.

"You may call me Ozpin. You are currently in the infirmary of Beacon Academy. A school which I am the headmaster of, and teaches its students how to defend the world against Grimm." Ozpin informed him. Crue slowly nodded. He knew this already of course, but was he really about to tell him that he's not from this world and he is part of a show? Of course not.

"And, why am I here?" He asked, then looked around the room. "I mean, I'm guessing I got hurt." He suddenly felt a pain in his chest. He looked down to see several bandages running across his chest. His hands glided over them gently, feeling the stinging sensation that arose from the simple touch.

Ozpin gazed at the boy. "What do you remember?" He asked calculatingly. Crue blinked at him.

"Uh. I remember… Waking up in a forest. Then, I was walking, and something came at me. I hit it away using my…" He suddenly began rapidly patting the bed. "Where is it? Where's my weapon?" His breathing became ragged, genuinely worried about its whereabouts.

"It is in a safe place, along with your clothes and valuables." Ozpin calmly informed him. Crue sighed and laid back down in the bed. "Do you remember anything else?" Crue faked a concentrating look on his face.

"I feel like I hurt someone." He said hesitantly. "I didn't hurt anyone did I?" He could remember hitting Ren with the dustball, and was concerned for him. Ozpin smiled gently.

"Yes, but not seriously. The person you hit just so happened to be well versed in aura, and was therefore practically unharmed." A look of relief crossed Crue's face, knowing Ren was alright. "Although, speaking of aura," Ozpin began, causing Crue to raise an eyebrow. "You do not appear to have yours unlocked.

"I don't?" He asked. He figured that out by himself when the Beowulf slashed his chest.

"Yes, so it is quite amazing that you are still alive after fighting against a horde of Grimm. How did you not die?" The question was rather morbid, but it got Crue thinking.

"Because the asshole Author hasn't had me do what he wants yet." Crue thought. Slowly, he came to an actual realisation as to why he was still alive.

"Because I'm too stubborn." He chuckled. Ozpin simply raised an eyebrow.

"I beg your pardon?" He asked, making sure he heard the boy correctly.

"I'm too stubborn to die. I don't know why I remember that, but I do. I feel like I've survived things most normal people shouldn't have simply out of stubbornness." He stared at his hands. "I didn't die, because I didn't feel like dying."

Ozpin smiled at his reasoning. "Someone with the ability to stave off death, simply because he doesn't feel like it." Ozpin chuckled lightly. "We could use someone like you at Beacon."

Crue blanked. "Of course. Of fucking course you would do this!" He yelled inside his mind. "I'm flattered, but I think this is a decision I will need some time to consider." Ozpin nodded in understanding.

"Of course." He stood up from the chair he was sitting on. "If you don't mind, some people would like to talk to you." Ozpin said as he neared the door. Crue looked confused, but nodded.

When Ozpin opened the door, four people fell on top of each other. Crue's eyes widened as team JNPR stood up awkwardly, brushing themselves off. "Crue, meet team JNPR, the team that was sent to retrieve you from the Emerald Forest." Ozpin introduced them, not that they needed any introduction to him.

"Uh, hi." Jaune said, waving a hand at the bedridden Crue. Crue nodded, waving back, almost in disbelief that they were standing in front of him.

"I'm Jaune. Jaune Arc." He told him, holding out a hand. Crue shook it, marvelling at the fact it felt like a real hand.

"My name is Pyrrha Nikos." The redheaded Spartan smiled at him. "It's a pleasure to meet you." It took ounce of willpower that Crue had to not start crying. He shook her hand, gripping it tightly. Pyrrha gripped back just as tightly, unsure as to what to do in the situation.

"I am Lie Ren." Ren introduced himself, once Crue had let go of Pyrrha. "This is Nora." He gestured to the other redhead, who was glaring at Crue.

"Uh, is there any reason in particular she looks like she wants to kill me?" Crue asked shakily.

Ren sighed. "Well, during our rescuing of you, you accidentally hurt me. And she appears to still resent you for it." Ren sent a disapproving glance to the Valkyrie.

"I hurt you?" Was all Crue said. The entire team nodded. "I, I didn't mean to. I was still high off the adrenaline. I didn't realise you weren't trying to hurt me." Crue looked down to the sheets, genuinely upset about attacking what was part of the main cast.

"I do not blame you. I understand you weren't in control of your actions. You are forgiven." Ren told him. Crue smiled up at him, thankful that there was no bad blood.

"Thank you." He said. Ren nodded, but Nora still looked annoyed at him.

"What were you doing down there anyway?" Jaune asked.

"Becoming part of some shitty fanfiction." Crue thought. "I don't know. I don't remember anything before I woke up in a forest." He told them.

"It is possible you have amnesia." Ozpin commented. Crue almost forgot he was there at that point. "Can you recall nothing from before the time you awoke in the forest?"

"Well now I've got an alibi." Crue thought. "I, I'm not-" There was one memory that stood out to him. Of all the memories that ran through his mind of his own world, there was one that came to the forefront of his mind. And he felt the urge to share it.

"Only one." He said, clutching his sheets. "But, that's only because it's been scarred onto my mind." The others glanced at each other, curious as to what memory he could recall.

"I was young. I can't remember how old. I was on a picnic. With my family." Tears started to fall from his eyes. "We were having fun. We were on holiday. I was playing with my hurley. But, I hit it into a nest of Nevermore. They were only small, but that didn't make them any less deadly."

"They attacked us. I was only able to survive because I had something to fend them off with. Then, it got worse. A Beowulf appeared, and killed them." He gripped his sheets so tightly that they might rip. Each of the listeners showed looks of horror on their faces. All but Ozpin, who just stared intensely. "It killed all of them. I managed to kill it by lodging the ball I was using in its throat. After that, help came. But there was nothing they could do. They were already dead."

Crue sniffed, his eyes hardening. "That's the only thing I remember. And I wish I could forget it. But I can't." All of this was true. With a few altercations to make it seem as though he was part of their world. In reality, the group of Australian Magpie that Crue had disturbed. The most violent of all birds attacked him and his family. The Beowulf in question had been a Dingo. He was on vacation in Australia with his family, and would never forget it.

Neither would the members of JNPR or Ozpin. After hearing that, they could not help but feel sorry for Crue. Even Nora felt some semblance of pity for the boy. Crue shook his head. "I think that's the reason I tried to be a Hunter." He figured he may as well keep the story going, once more with a few choice changes. "If I could be a hunter, I could have saved them. If I had my aura unlocked, I could have protected them."

Once more, this was all true. Crue was not a very fit child. He had trouble running long distances and playing any physical sport. The only reason he took up hurling was because his father wanted him to 'carry on the tradition'. And so, he did. And that is the only reason he was still alive.

He held his head low, not making eye contact with anyone. Everyone in the room held different opinions of him now. Jaune felt sorry for him, not even able to imagine a life without his family. Ren and Nora both shared a strange sense of familiarity, both of them also being orphans. Pyrrha didn't know how to feel, having never known what loss felt like.

Ozpin stared at him with a calculating gaze. "Well, I can assure you that if you choose to stay here you shall become a fine huntsman." Crue glanced up at Ozpin, a slightly annoyed look on his face.

"As I said. I'll need time to consider the offer." He frowned and stared down at the bed. "Besides. I can't really be a hunter without an aura can I?" He asked rhetorically. Jaune looked as though he was going to say something, but thought better against it.

Crue knew he was going to say how he didn't have one originally, but with Ozpin there he did the wise thing and shut up about it. "I understand." Ozpin said, starting to leave the room. "You will need to remain here for around two more days. I hope by the end of that time you shall have come to a decision."

He left the room, leaving Crue alone with the team he had accidentally attacked. "So," Jaune tried to start a conversation. "Uh, you were pretty good with that weapon of yours. What is it?"

Crue smiled. "It's called a hurley. I don't know where it is right now. Ozpin said it was in a safe place." He shrugged. "Which probably means I'm not getting it back until I agree to be part of this."

"Well just so you know, the hospital food sucks." Jaune joked. Crue actually managed to laugh at theat.

"I'll keep that in mind." He told them. They all managed a small smile, beside Nora who still slightly resented him for hurting Ren.

"It was very nice meeting you." Pyrrha told him, smiling brightly. Crue smiled back, a small tear to his eye.

"Nice meeting you guys too." He told them. They exited the room, each waving goodbye to Crue, who smiled and waved back. Once the door closed, Crue's smile dropped.

"I can't believe you're doing this to me." He whispered. "I already told you, I'm not changing the time line. I can't do that. I just, can't."

He punched his bed. "I can't believe you made me tell them that. I've told no one else that. You probably know that asshole." Crue scrunched up his face. "Oh, let me guess. This is the 'tragic backstory explained' chapter. Motherfucker."

"Why me? What have I done that could have possibly made you pick me to take part in this hell hole of a story." He lay back down on the bed, staring up at the bright white ceiling. He could clearly smell the scent of disinfectant, and hear people walking up and down halls.

"And you changed my species." Crue muttered, rubbing his new ears. "Wolf ears. I can't believe you. Just so you know, if I catch anyone being racist to me. Or anyone else for that matter, they're dead. I ain't putting up with that shit."

"And you better have put me past the end of Volume 1. I don't want to accidentally out Blake." He yawned as he closed his eyes. "And no harems." He muttered out before falling asleep.

…

"I don't think it's a good idea." Crue awoke to the sound of voices. "How bad could he be?" He heard another voice say. He looked around the room, not finding anyone. "Nora said he was like a wild Beowulf when he's angry."

"You're shitting me." Crue thought. "I doubt that. She was probably just exaggerating." Crue's ears twitched, causing him to finally realise what was going on. "Guess my ears are pretty sensitive." He thought, staring at the door to the infirmary. "Well I still don't think we should go in."

Crue sighed. "I can hear you." He called out, causing the voices to stop. The door slowly creaked open, four different eyes peering through the crack. Crue stared at them, as the door opened fully. There stood the four people Crue was both dreading and anticipating meeting.

"Uh, hi." Ruby said, taking the initiative and introducing herself. "I'm Ruby. This is Weiss, Blake and Yang." She said, gesturing to each person in turn. They each gave a wave of hello.

"Hey. Um, why are you here?" Crue asked, scratching his head. "Did Ozpin send you?" They all shook their head.

"Nope." Yang answered him. "We heard there was a guy here who was 'Evil Incarnate' and 'Doesn't care for ninjas'."

"Was that Nora?" Crue asked. They each nodded. "Oh, well I did accidentally hurt her boyfriend." He sighed. Each of them snickered. "What?"

"They aren't together." Blake answered. "Well, how did Nora phrase it?" He turned to her friends for confirmation.

"I believe there words she used were, 'We're together, but not like, together together'." Weiss answered.

"I don't believe that." Crue answered honestly.

"Yeah," Ruby snorted. "Neither do we." The group got closer to Crue, each of them standing around his bed.

"Are you guys a team too?" Crue asked, sitting up.

"Yeah, we're team RWBY." Ruby said proudly.

"But you're Ruby." Crue replied, scratching his head.

"What she means is our team name is RWBY, R-W-B-Y." Weiss corrected.

"So it's made up of the first letters of your names?" Crue asked. They nodded. "JNPR makes so much sense now." The others giggled at his confusion.

Crue smiled softly, seeing them all smile. "Volume 3 really did a number on them." His eyes wandered to Yang's right hand. "I guess I could… NO! I'm not messing with it!" He blinked and turned his attention back to them.

Before he said anything, he sniffed the air. "Why do I smell cat?" He asked himself aloud. All of team RWBY's eyes turned to Blake, causing Crue to smirk. "Oh, so you do know." He smiled at them. They all wore looks of shock, but none of them looked as half as shocked as Blake.

"You knew?" She asked. Crue nodded. "How?"

"I dunno." Crue shrugged. "I could just sort of, tell." He scratched behind his ears in confusion. "I could tell because I've seen them before." He thought.

"Well, if you know what she is, do you know who I am?" Weiss asked hesitantly.

Crue pointed to Ruby. "She said you were Weiss."

"Well, yes I am. But my full name is Weiss Schnee." She told him. Crue blinked.

"I don't get it." He told her. "Of course I do. But as far as everyone else in concerned I have amnesia."

"What do you mean you don't get it?" Blake spoke up. "Do you not know what the Schnee name means for us?" Crue shook his head.

"I don't know anything really." He informed them. "Apparently I have amnesia." He shrugged. "Why? Is she bad or something?" He asked Blake.

Blake looked like she was about to go on an hour long rant as to how Weiss was a terrible person who enslaved Faunus, but after a glance at her teammates, she decided not to. She cleared her throat and began speaking. "Weiss, is not a bad person. Her family," Weiss coughed into her hand, shooting Blake a look. "Her father," Weiss nodded in approval. "Is a bad person."

"The Schnee Dust Company is known for its controversial labour forces and questionable business partners, and Weiss' father constantly abuses Faunus labour, paying them less than the minimum wage, not allowing them housing, and generally poor treatment of Faunus." Blake informed him.

Crue turned to Weiss to see if she agreed with what she was saying. She nodded hesitantly. "So, what you're saying is, I should hate her because of her father?" Crue asked, confused. Blake nodded, as did Weiss, slowly with a frown on her face.

"That's stupid." Crue stated bluntly. Everyone's eyes widened. "You can't hate someone just because of their parentage." He turned to Weiss. "Are you anything like your father?"

"No!" She said, aghast at the idea. "In fact the reason I attend Beacon Academy and not Atlas Academy is to spite him." Crue smiled.

"Then if you're not like your father why should I hate you?" He watched as the realisation dawned up Blake and Weiss' faces.

"You're right." Blake said, almost in disbelief. "Weiss, I know we've reconciled already but, I'm saying sorry again."

"I know I can't change what my father has done in the past, but I will do my best to change the future." Weiss told her. They shared a hug, which was met with an 'aww' from both Ruby and Yang.

"Group hug!" Yang called, bringing them close, dragging Ruby into the mix as well. They all voice complaints at the sudden tightness of the hug. Crue chuckled at the sight, seeing them all so close to each other and happy.

Crue's heart clenched upon realising that it wouldn't last forever. Volume 3 would get rid of all those smiles. "I, I want to help. But I can't. I can't change it."

"Sorry guys." Yang laughed after releasing her teammates. "I guess I was just so happy seeing your blonde-ing moment." She joked. Everyone groaned, including Crue.

"Goddammit Barb." He sighed. He then realised what he said, and that the others were all looking at him. He blinked several times, trying to convince the others that he was also confused. "Who's Barb?" He asked himself.

"That was close." Crue thought to himself. "It feels weird as hell basically talking to Lindsay, Barbara, Arryn and Kara."

"So, we heard you weren't a huntsman but had the skills of one." Ruby told him. Crue's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Well, yeah. I've always wanted to be a huntsman, but I never got my aura unlocked. So, I could never officially be accepted." "Yeah, that sounds right." He told them. The others nodded in understanding, so he figured what he said would pass.

After that, they all talked for a while, RWBY telling them about things that happened, interesting people he should meet. "Are there any other Faunus here?" Crue asked, despite already knowing the answer.

"There's quite a lot of them actually." Blake told him, a pleasant smile on her face. "I haven't really talked to any of them besides two. Their names are Sun and Velvet."

"Sun is a rapsc-" Weiss caught herself. "Ehem. Sun is a fellow huntsman from a different school." She noticed the look Blake was giving her. "I'm sorry, it's going to take some getting used to. And to be fair, when we first met him he was a stowaway."

Blake rolled her eyes and turned back to Crue. "Velvet is a second year and a member of team CFVY. She's too kind for her own good though." She said with a frown. The others all agreed with her, causing Crue to frown, realising they were probably talking about Cardin.

"What do you mean?" He asked them. They all shared a glance, unsure as to whether or not they should talk about the problems their friend was having.

"Well, she doesn't stand up for herself." Ruby said gently. "And, there's a bully who is constantly picking her. And everyone else too." She mumbled the last bit, but Crue's new advanced hearing picked it up.

"I would've thought he'd have at least toned it down after what happened with Jaune." Weiss complained. "Even before I was aware of Blake, I didn't approve of what he was doing."

Crue frowned and thought to himself. "Remember what I said earlier about anyone being racist. Yeah, you better let me kick the shit out of Cardin at some point." "Why hasn't anyone told a teacher?" Crue went for the age old question.

"Because he never does it when a teacher is around." Blake spat. "It's sickening how easily he gets away with it." She ground her teeth together, eyebrows knitted together in a scowl.

"If I ever catch him being mean to one of us, I'm getting Nora and we're breaking his legs." Yang promised. "Ah, the good old 'Break his legs'." Crue sighed.

"Well, if he tries anything with me I can stand up for myself." He told them, then realised what he said. "That is, if I'm going to stay here."

"Aww, you mean you might not study here?" Ruby pouted. "But I haven't even seen your weapon yet." She began making puppy dog eyes at Crue, who was amazed at just how effective they were.

"Ozpin says he has my stuff in a safe place. So I couldn't show you even if I wanted to. Which I do." He added. Ruby's face fell at the fact she was unable to see a new weapon.

"Don't worry Ruby." Yang reassured her sister. "You haven't seen Sun's weapon up close yet right? That's always something." She bounced lightly, causing her breasts to also bounce. Crue glanced away, but not before noticing something.

On Yangs shirt was her emblem. Blake's was on her tights, Weiss' was on her back. Ruby's… Crue couldn't remember where Ruby's was. But the point was that it stirred a thought within Crue's mind. "What's my emblem?"

…

It has been two days since Crue was admitted into the infirmary, and when he woke up today, there were two surprises in store for him. One, was a set of clothes at the foot of his bed. The other, had red hair and a wide smile.

"Hello again." Pyrrha greeted. Crue's insides churned at the catchphrase, how many times had people in the fandom heard it, only to remember that the bright and cheery voice behind it was no longer with them.

"Pyrrha. It's nice to see you again." Crue replied. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" He joked.

Pyrrha laughed lightly in response, only furthering the clenching sensation in Crue's gut. "Well, you recall what you said about wanting to be a huntsman correct?" Crue nodded. "Well, I was thinking over what you said, and I came to a decision."

Verdant orbs stared at Crue. "I wish to, with your permission, unlock your aura." She smiled at him, showing bright white teeth.

"You, you want to unlock it?" Crue questioned. "This is your doing isn't it! You motherfucker! Why are you making her do this?" He shouted in his mind.

"Yes. I thought about what you said the other day. I, myself, have been somewhat privileged, in never knowing loss. I can't imagine the emotions you must have gone through, losing someone so close to you." Crue's mind flashed back to the end of the Volume 3 finale, when she was shot by Cinder.

"I know it must seem rather odd for someone who just met you to want to help you in such a way, but I believe you can do well as a Huntsman. And your ability would only be improved by unlocking your aura." The champion told Crue her reasoning, and he remained silent in response.

"If," He began, causing Pyrrha to look at him hopefully. "If you unlock my aura, would that not take a toll on you?" He clarified.

"Only slightly." Pyrrha reassured him. "If I could put it in layman's terms, it would be similar to lifting a large weight, and once you get it to a certain height it becomes weightless." She explained. Crue knit his eyebrows together in concentration.

"Would it connect us? You using your aura to unlock mine?" He asked her.

"In a sense." Pyrrha told him. "It would certainly bring us closer as friends, but other than a small emotional connection, nothing serious would change." She noticed Crue's raised eyebrow. "I wouldn't know for certain what you are feeling, but I would have a small inkling if you were feeling upset and trying to hide it."

"Explains why she knew Jaune was upset about something." Crue thought. "If I do this, there's no going back. I'm going to be part of this damn story, and I'm probably going to influence it heavily." Crue stared at Pyrrha, her kind grin, her welcoming eyes.

He clenched his fist. "They've all been so nice to me. Even though I practically attacked them in a fit of rage." He thought about RWBY, how happy they looked hugging each other despite the protests. How none of them were injured or broken. "I can't. I can't just let them die. If I just let them die I'm no better than Cinder. I'm not going to let that happen. I'm going to save them all."

He looked up to Pyrrha, and nodded in confirmation. "Let's do it." Pyrrha looked overjoyed at the prospect of helping someone become a true huntsman. "Looks like I'm going to be studying here after all." He said with a smirk. "Just like the damn Author wants."

Pyrrha smiled back at him. "I'm sure you shall fit in perfectly." With that, she brought a hand up to Crue's cheek. "Now, close your eyes, and concentrate." He did as instructed, recalling how she had done the same action to Jaune during the initiation.

Pyrrha began glowing a deep crimson, and Crue emanated a glow that was a steely blue, much like his eyes. Pyrrha began to recite the incantation to unlock aura. "For it is in passing that we achieve immortality. Through this, we become a paragon of virtue and glory to rise above all. Infinite in distance and unbound by death, I release your soul, and by my shoulder, protect thee."

Both Pyrrha's and Crue's eyes snapped open when she had finished unlocking his aura. Crue felt a surge of energy flow through him. He could feel his very soul manifesting outwardly, acting as a shield to all things deadly. Crue noticed how tired Pyrrha looked after unlocking his aura "Are you ok?" He asked, not wanting her to be in any form of distress.

"I am fine, thank you." She smiled at him. "It seems I am either lucky or unlucky, as both of the aura's I've unlocked have been exceptionally large." She smiled at him. Crue hoped there was no innuendo in Remnant similar to 'You know what they say about guys with big auras'.

"You've unlocked someone else's before?" Crue asked, despite knowing the answer already.

Pyrrha nodded. "Yes, but that's a secret." She winked at him and brought a finger to her lips.

Crue smiled at her, making a zipping motion with his own lips. Pyrrha smiled at him thankfully. "I suggest you get dressed, Professor Ozpin will most likely want to be meeting you soon." Pyrrha informed Crue, graciously stepping out of the room, allowing Crue to change.

Crue stood up out of the infirmary bed, wobbling slightly after not having used his legs for so long. He walked slowly to the end of the bed where his clothes lay, clutching the railing for support. "You know, with all of the freaking out and killing everything, I never actually got a good look at what I was wearing." Crue contemplated.

He picked up an article of clothing, and let it fold outwards. "Jeans. Black jeans." He mumbled, looking at the pants. "Alright, I can dig it." He laid them on the bed. "Behind door number 2 is…" He whispered to himself, grabbing another piece of clothing.

"Underwear." He face palmed lightly. "Also black. Might as well put these on now." He said, slipping the underwear on under the hospital gown he was wearing. "And now that I've got something covering those…" He trailed off, grabbing the jeans and putting them on. Once he had the jeans on, he took off the gown fully, exposing his chest.

"Wait, did you do that?" He asked, looking down at his chest. A six pack, as well as toned pecs covered his chest. "Alright. Alright, I'm cool with that." He murmured, staring to the sky. "But if I find out you've changed anything else, I'll find a way to punch you in the dick."

He picked up another article of clothing. "Regular white dress shirt." He stared at the item of clothing. The only thing irregular about it was that the buttons, along with the tips of its collar, were a deep black. Crue slowly buttoned up the shirt, looking at himself in a nearby mirror. "Huh, you're actually pretty decent with clothes. Who knew."

He picked up another piece of clothing and stared at it. "Really. You're making me wear a waistcoat?" He asked rhetorically. The waistcoat in question was a pitch black, and matched the jeans he was wearing.

Crue grumbled to himself as he put on the waistcoat. "I don't care if I look good, it's impractical." He complained. He picked up a small piece of cloth. "A tie too. Really?" He let the tie roll out, holding it by the fat end. "And it's blue. Why are you going for blue? I don't even like blue." He began tying up the navy tie under his collar.

He looked down to his feet and wiggled his toes. "Any shoes?" He turned to the pile, and saw that under the bed were the shoes he would be wearing, as well as the socks. "More blue. Great." He pulled on a pair of black socks, and then started putting on his shoes, which were very similar to Jaune's, only they were a dark blue.

"Alright. All dressed up and nowhere to be." Crue said, lightly scuffing his shoes on the ground. "Anything else you want me wear with this oh so sophisticated suit?" He asked rhetorically. He noticed a silver circle on the bed. "Rhetoric is a foreign concept to you isn't it." He said, grabbing the circle.

Crue sighed, looking up what he held in his hand. It was a pocket watch, and engraved on the front of it was the head of a wolf made out of Celtic knots. "We've been over this before." Crue said calmly. "I already know I'm fucking Cúchulainn!" Crue clicked open the pocket watch, and fell silent at what he saw.

"Where did you get this?" He muttered, clutching the pocket watch tightly. "Where did you get it and why did you change it!?" Within the cover of the watch was a picture of five people. Two of them were obviously older, and the other three were all hugging each other. "Where did you get it!?" Crue screamed, staring at the last picture he had of his family.

"Why did you change it?" His voice broke upon seeing the picture he cared most about in the world edited to fit this ones. Each of them had an extra set of ears. His father had the same ears as him, like a wolf. His mother, and two sisters, both had fox ears, matching their red hair.

"Do you think this is funny?" Crue asked. "Taking some guy out of his comfort zone, and throwing him to a place where shit could quite easily kill him. Do you?!" He clutched the pocket watch in his hand before snapping it shut.

"I've accepted that bullshit name you've given me, but I'm not going to accept you changing my family." He made his way to the door, putting on a fake smile when Pyrrha greeted him.

"I'm not."

And so the second chapter of this satirical bastards story continues. And I realise i never really gave a good description as to what a 'hurl' was. A hurl, is a piece of equipment commonly used in Hurling. If you look up 'Hurl GAA' you should find out what it looks like. Hurling is basically a cross between hockey, and murder.

So, he has decided to help out, because he can't stand to see them die, especially now that they are, at least to him, real. Hope you guys like it.

- Friday