Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY!
Somewhere in Atlas, alarms are blaring in a hidden base. A curious young man with scarred arms and leather gloves sprints through the corridors, pursued by many soldiers. Quickly, the boy turns around, holding an ice dust crystal.
"Get out of my way!"
Plunging the crystal into his gloves, which lit up with a light blue glow. He then slammed the ground, creating a wave of huge ice crystals that stopped the soldiers dead in their tracks. Taking a deep breath, he continued running to the exit, seeing the light of day dead ahead. He pulled out a syringe full of explosive dust, injecting it quickly, causing his eyes to turn a bright orange. He forced his hands forward, causing a massive explosion that blew the steel doors off the hinges, but nearly broke his arms. Before heading out, he checked his pockets for any remaining dust, only to find two gravity crystals.
"Better make these count."
Stepping out into the light, he wasn't surprised to find that there were at least 3 squads of troops waiting for him, weapons armed and aimed at him.
"Quorin Anhera, stand down! You're outnumbered! Take off your gloves and get on your knees!"
"I'm not gonna stay here and just be another tool!"
The soldiers got closer, preparing to fire if he didn't stand down.
"This is your final warning! Remove the gloves! Get on your knees!"
"Fine, you want the gloves off?!"
Angrily, he pulled off the gloves, tossing them aside, revealing deeper scars than the ones above. Carefully, he began to reach for his pocket with the gravity crystals.
"On your knees!"
Slowly, he began to get on his knees, still reaching for one of the crystals.
"Then you'll get the gloves off."
Time seems to slow as Quorin speedily pulled one of the gravity crystals out of his pocket, giving it a quick spin before stabbing himself in the arm with it. His veins began to glow black as his eyes became the same color.
Breathing harder, he swung the arm with the crystal across his body, generating a huge burst of gravity, launching everyone in front of him backward, but breaking his arm in the process. Most of the soldiers were knocked out, but the remaining soldiers began to pick themselves up, grabbing their weapons and hurrying back to Quorin, who was writhing in pain on the ground.
"All of you, stand down!"
A familiar voice rang through the air, and immediately the soldiers stopped, going to their attention. Heavy footsteps began to approach as the Headmaster of Atlas Academy approached.
"Come here to put me back yourself, sir?"
Quorin pushed himself to his feet, still clutching his shattered arm. Although he appeared broken, his determination was still stronger than steel.
"Well let me tell you, I still have a gravity crystal and a working arm, and I'm not afraid to use it on you."
"Relax, Quorin. You're not going back in."
Although quite confused, he seemed to relax. Still breathing heavily, he suddenly let out a sharp groan as his arms began to spark uncontrollably.
"The gloves! Someone get him the gloves!"
A soldier rushed over, quickly handing the gloves to Ironwood.
"This is going to hurt really badly. I'm sorry beforehand."
He grabbed Quorin's broken arm, shoving the glove onto it, Quorin screaming the entire time. Once the gloves were on, his arms stopped sparking, and his eyes reverted back to normal.
"We're going to get a cast on that arm. After that, you're going to be sent home."
Despite his immense pain, the young man smiled.
"You're not messing with me, are you?"
"Despite what you've heard, it was never my intention to force you into enlistment."
"Don't lie to me like that. I heard loud and clear that I was going to be enlisted to serve under someone named Schnee."
"Well, things change. After all, you're still 15, too young to even be in the military."
"So, you're not lying. I actually get to go home?"
"Yes. First, we need to get that arm cast though."
Ironwood walked the boy to the medical ward, where after a quick resetting and casting, he was escorted to an airship, and as they took off, the nightmare of the past 4 years came to an end.
AN:
Hello! My name's Evan, and I'm the one in charge of Quorin, the kid with the magic hands. I mostly write original context, so this will be as much as a trip to the unknown for me as it is for you guys. Hope you all enjoy Quorin, I've been having a lot of fun making him so far! - Welp you heard him, fellow Hunters~ Evan is also another one from /r/RWBY Discord so...hope you enjoy his wackiness as much as I have!
feedback, reviews, & suggestions are welcome!