Forever Fall

[Disclaimer, this is a RWBY AU and RWBY belongs to Roosterteeth and the dearly departed Monty Oum. This is inspired by artwork on Dishwasher1910s Deviantart Page, IE the Team PJRP, Future Ruby, Future Jaune, Penny Persephone, and Pyrrha the Fall Maiden.]

"No, but they'll listen to me."- Adam Taurus

Chapter 08: Rebirth

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Pain… it had become my very existence. I don't remember anything from before except pain and discrimination. Random flashbacks to times where I was yelled at for my features, people pushing me away and telling me I couldn't be there, and finally I remember betrayal of the highest degree… betrayal by the one you love the most…

"Is he still alive in there?" a voice rings throughout whatever it is that is my existence. Who is that? They sound… familiar…

"If you mean can he breath and if he has a pulse and of course that he has brainwaves? Then… yes he is alive in a sense. We are nearly finished with the suit if you would just be patient and give us some more time then…" says another voice.

"You're out of time… We need him, and we need him now. Without him then they won't follow us and if we remain divided any longer than those damned Huntsman and Huntresses will be able to walk all over us like they have been. He can lead them and with them at our side we can once again fight from within… so get it done," the first voice yells angrily before the sound of heavy footfalls denotes its leaving.

"I hope you're ready for this… it will be more painful than anything else we have done," the second voice states before going quiet. Pain it will be… but then I will have my revenge…

{There is a legend… a legend of this world and of a man bent on revenge. He was once a simpleton if one could call him that… no he was simple not a simpleton. He lived for the woman he loved, for world he had created with her… and of course he lived to see what might become of their love. He was wrong though for he turned into something that she could not follow. In living in his world he became a monster doing whatever was needed to protect what little peace he'd managed to create. By doing this he forced his love away… she left him chose to leave his world and what he created for her because she feared him. He was devastated… his beauty had left him… he had become the very beast he had sought to rid from the world, this of course omits one important detail. He liked it, the beast within was powerful it gave him the capability to command respect and to punish his enemies. Those who had for so long spurned him soon became those who feared him. Such power was corruptive and because of that he dared to dream dreams of power.

But as is common in legend those who dare to have dreams of power… are often consumed by them. Corrupted by his power and the betrayal for which he wished retribution he did whatever he could, making alliances with unsavory characters who were not aligned with his ideas… only with his power.

In his arrogance he began to wage open warfare against his enemies and their allies. This mistake cost him dearly… struck down out of protection of another he died the death of a warriour and became a martyr to his people… or did he…}

Unknown Location near Vale, Remnant

The Bull

My eyes flicker open and I growl as I take in my surroundings. Chains hold me aloft from the ground with a single light illuminating me from above. Three figures step out of the shadows in front of me and I glare at them my body beginning to feel cold all over at their appearance.

The first of the three has silver hair swept down and hangs down to his chin. A light beard covers his face and he looks on me with cold eyes. He wears what appears to be a skin tight tank top with a zipper, a black and silver pattern running across it. Long pants cover his legs but the surprising part is the heavy set combat boots fitted on his feet seeming to cover nearly halfway up his shin. On his arms bracers and armoured shoulder pads cover up a majority of the skin, but not enough to hide the scars crisscrossing his arms or even the bulking muscles on them. I glance back at his face and see a scar running from the edge of his mouth down to his chin. A smirk covers his face and he has his arms crossed over his chest.

The second is a woman with antlers sticking out from beneath chestnut brown hair. Her features eyes and the rest of her upper face is hidden behind a mask which seems vaguely familiar… just like the man. A white lab coat hangs off her frame loosely beneath it a simple single coloured shirt and tan pants with a brown belt. Her dainty seeming hands clutch a clipboard in front of her and holds a pen in her other hand. Her hips sway as she moves and a wide grin sits on her lips.

The final is also a woman with lime green hair partially hiding her features from me, but still easily visible is her dark skin and the blood red eyes shining brilliantly from the shadows. Two strands of the hair trail down along her front coming just short of her waist. The hair seems to be a set up to draw attention to her filled chest which is held up by a simple olive green tube top which is attatched to white and black support system that covers her shoulders and rest of her upper body. On top of her shoulders are light armour plates the same olive green as the top. After the tube top she has bandages wrapped around her midsection until the beginning of extremely tight white jean style Capri pants. Though fitted over the pants are ammunition belts and brown riding leathers which reach past the end of the pants. Long boots come up to about half of her calf length which match the riding leathers in colour. Her lower arms are covered in metal bracers and the tilt of her hips suggests that she has weapons holstered on her lower back. Unlike her colleagues though she holds no smile or smirk, her lips are drawn tight and she appears to be barely holding in rage.

"Is it alive?" the silver haired man asks, turning to the Faunus woman beside him.

"He is alive and you could have told that if you'd just looked at his roving eyes, honestly I'm pretty sure that he can hear and understand everything we're saying. I just need to test…"

"Lower him doc… we'll put him through the paces," the lime green haired one growls. The Faunus tries to protest but is pushed away roughly. My blood boils at the sight and every instinct within me tells me to tear this disrespectful woman apart.

"It's your funeral…" grumbles the Faunus as she presses something out of sight and I begin to lower to the ground. A clank follows my feet touching the ground and in response I look down… except I don't see my feet… instead of my feet metal claws clink in place where my toes should have been. What did they do to me? Who am I? What am I? My hands raise in front of my eyes only to see clawed metal hands, each with four fingers and a thumb. I turn my eyes up locking onto the two people in front of me, they must have done this… I may not know who I am but it is not their play thing. With an inhuman, partially robotic growl I jump forward and swipe my claws at the lime haired girl, she vanishes though and with a howl I turn around to see both of them standing there… except now the girl holds two sickle shaped blades in her hands. I jerk my arm downwards only to hear a metallic 'shink' of metal sliding out of metal. A quick glance shows a glowing red blade probably the length of this mechanical arm of mine just having popped out of my forearm. They did this to me! They turned me into this… this… this BEAST! My thoughts scream at me and with a jerk of my other arm resulting in a similar blade on the other side I twirl forwards attacking at speeds that I'd never been capable of before.

My red blades spark and send bouts of flame shooting out as I connect with my opponents weapons. My skills with the two blades being apparent I choose another tact. I raise one leg and let it slide back before delivering a powerful kick into the silver haired man's side sending him flying into the darkness and letting me focus on the girl. Quickly I devote all of my power towards her slicing my blades across her sickles in ever faster patterns. Then my blades stop, held in place one of the woman's sickles why she slammed the other repeatedly into my chest… yet surprisingly there was no pain. A look downward reveals heavy metal plates covering a much thinner torso than I remember. Tearing my eyes away from the site I look at the girl who has visibly paled at realizing her mistake.

"ARRGGHHHHH!" comes a shout from behind and I spin on my internal axis, did I just spin my entire torso around? One blade holds off his boot while my other begins driving down on the sickle with my robotic power.

"You should have chosen your opponent more wisely it seems," I growl at the two before spinning my wrists and launching myself into the air and drawing my legs in. The following kick sends the two completely out of the light and slamming into what are possibly the walls of the room. I'm more powerful than them… and if I'm more powerful than them, I can kill them.

Author's Note:

I hope to have some chapters of something out soon, sorry for those waiting for a specific story to be continued. NONE of my stories have been cancelled or ended so I am still working on them. I've got a lot of work to complete so I'll be doing my best to get chapters out.