Omg this is getting repetitive.

Fire Returns To Beacon... AGAIN

Fire's eyes shot open and he jumped up from his hospital bed with his hands on fire. "RUN IT'S A BOMB!" He looked around frantically until he saw the robot he had "liberated" from Arthur. "I see you are conscious once again. That is good."

"What happened? Why are there bandages on my head and chest... and where's Grim?"

"Allow me to explain. I managed to make a field of condensed energy around us to shield us from the blast. Once I came online again you ha shrapnel in your chest and head, hence the bandages. In fact the doctors said you should have died, but instead you healed the second it was removed. The only bad part might have been the side effects, but they do not seem to make you any worse, in fact your body seemed to have weaponized itself."

"Define side effects."

"You have gained wolf like qualities. You have fangs, claws and a grey streak running down from the center of the back of your head, to the front. It is not very big, but it is noticeable." Fire walked over to the mirror in the room and unraveled the bandages to reveal the grey streak. It was the same color as his ears and tail and resembled a lightning bolt in a way. "So where's Arthur?"

"I disposed of him."

"So you..."

"Killed him? Yes. I beheaded him and cut off his arm. I then made it look like the blast killed him and modified his will so that you would inherit his company. I also planted evidence that the explosion was caused by the White Fang so we wouldn't endanger our mission, whatever it may be."

"You did all this without knowing what the plan is?"

"Affirmative. I am forever grateful to you for giving me freedom and allowing me to experience the world."

"So what about Grim? Where is he anyway?" The room felt colder at the mention of Grim and the robot hung his head. "I... was unable to help him. He was holding the bomb and what was left..." Fire surprisingly took it well, but seemed... emotionless. "Fire, I am-"

"Don't be, and you know what te funny thing is? I felt horrible when Garnet died and thought, no, knew it was all my fault. Yet now, I don't feel anything. Grim was like a brother to me, y family, but I just don't feel anything towards his death. I don't hurt, I can't cry, I' not even angry. I just... don't feel anything."

"Well this is understandable, sometimes people don't feel anything towards death if they've experienced it enough or if the-"

"Spare me. I could care less about your reasoning right now. Let's go Hound."

"Please, call me... Sky."

"Fine, let's just hurry up... Sky."

"And before my thought escapes me, the police are here for us, they are going to give you a ruling after you walk out of the hospital."

"Whatever, the justice system is corrupt anyways."

"You are not going to fight back?"

"What's the point, besides, this might work out. Unfortunately you can't come, I need someone to prepare construction on the cannon."

"Where would you like me to build it? The second I begin the government will locate me."

"How do you feel about outer space?" Sky's eyes lit up with artificial light and excitement.

Fire stepped into the police car, but was stopped by a police man and was handcuffed. "Do you seriously think these handcuffs can hold me? If I wanted you dead or to escape I would've done it by now. You're lucky I'm too busy mourning my brother's death to rip your intestines out your throat for making me look like I'm too weak to break your trinket." Fire spoke as if he were bored instead of threatening to murder the guard. Said guard gulped and started the car, hopefully he would still be alive to run in fear after this ride. Meanwhile Sky began his trek to Atlas and was looking at a map in front of the train station. An ad came up on a nearby TV and a news reporter was talking about how Atlas had just opened their rocket testing facility for tours to help fund their armies, what a waste of time and technology. Hopefully they didn't mind if he "borrowed" a rocket... and a space station. As he climbed aboard his train he couldn't help but dwell on the battle he had with Arthur and he slowly started to play it over in his head.

Sky's slowly came online again as his backup generators kicked in, maybe he had overdone it a little with the force fields. Parts of his eyes were cracked and had green lines over them, but the problem resolved itself as he was able to move again. Unfortunately the crack in the bottom right of his left eye was still there and it may have not been noticeable to others it covered up a good amount of his vision. He got up from the rubble he was sitting in as small chunks of concrete and dust fell off his body. He looked around for any signs of life and saw Fire's foot twitching from under a wall and he quickly ran over and moved it aside to see a piece of metal jutting out from the side of his head and bullets stuck in his chest. He needed to get him to a hospital as quickly as possible, but he needed to make sure Arthur was taken care of and if Grim was okay. As he wandered through the waste of what had once been a huge building he came across a hockey mask and a ripped trench coat that was caught on a pole. He looked down to see blood pouring out from underneath a rock with a mangled arm sticking out of it. Without a changing expression he kept walking. Now to find Arthur.

A few minutes later Sky had started to contemplate how he felt about Grim. He had known him very shortly before his untimely demise, but he seemed adequate. At the same time he was also angry at himself for not feeling anything towards his death, sure he didn't know him but Fire did. Breaking the news to him would not be easy. As he walked he noticed that it was dead quiet except for the occasional guard that had lived, who was screaming in agony. Sky easily ignored them and would keep walking. Once he got far enough from the screaming it became silent again... at least until he heard a rock clatter down some rubble. He quickly spun around and shot off as many rounds of his gatling gun as he could, just barely seeing the figure through the lingering dust from the explosion. He walked up the slope formed by the walls to see a few drops of blood. He followed them, taking his time to catch his new target. Sure this was inefficient, but were would the target go? It was wounded and a natural maze was formed from all the concrete and pillars that were once the Excalibur Co. building. The trail of blood ended at a small portion of a building that still remained that was leaning on a wall opposite from it. The robot turned on the thermal settings for it's eyes and slowly looked around until he saw a figure with it's back to the wall, slumped down and breathing heavily from running with a wound. The wound seemed to be a bullet that was stuck in their left thigh, it must have hurt for their heart rate to be so high. Sky proceeded to enter the building and to do away with the survivor, but as he entered the room he was surprised to see it was a completely intact ballroom. Besides a few rocks that littered the floor it looked brand new with a black and white tiled floor. He turned his free arm into a sort of pistol and pointed it at his prey. "Come out with your hands up and I will make this painless. I may only be able to use one arm because I have to hold my comrade with the other, but you are wounded." He heard a sigh as Arthur came out with his hands up. "Okay, okay you got me. Who knew my own creation would destroy me and unfortunately I didn't create a failsafe to destroy you." Arthur took a step forward, but Sky shot a bullet just barely above his head, splitting one of Arthur's hairs. "I said, I believe Fire would have put it, to freeze... bub." Arthur took another step and Sky shot a bullet through the cuff of his shirt. "I said-"

"I know, I know... FREEZE!" Arthur shot a stream of white mist from his hands and Sky jumped up and flipped so his feat landed on the ceiling. Spikes came from his shoes and hooked him into the wall so he could hang freely and watch as Arthur turned the place were he had stood a second ago into a miniature glacier. Before the mist around the ice subsided Arthur began to boast as he walked towards it. "Wow, you weren't as good as you thought you were, huh? I'll have too make the next model a little bett-hey! Where'd you go!?" Arthur spun around with his hand out and limped around the room looking for Sky. "Come out, come out wherever you are~" He sang. Sky needed a plan to beat Arthur, even though he was wounded he could easily incapacitate him with his ice. If Fire were awake he could easily stop Arthur, but that wasn't an option. He was going to have to finish him before he can react. Sky jumped down from the wall and silently landed on his feet. He then ran over to a doorway and slid next to it. Arthur was on the other side of it and the second he came out... Sky turned his arm into sword form. As Arthur walked through the doorway Sky spun around and sliced off the arm he had aimed at him and swept is legs out from under him. As Arthur fell Sky delivered the final blow, sliceing Arthur's head clean off. "Huh, I guess I am as good as I presumed I was."

Sky had just finished destroying the evidence of a fight and made everything point towards a gas leak and as soon as he finished the fog the hung over the rubble dissipated, allowing the robot to see the sky for the first time. "So this is the sky?" He sat there mesmerized by the clouds moving across the deep blue, sunny sky. "The pictures of it don't even compare."

- Beacon -

Gray had woken up in a trash can with a party hat on his head and a bottle glued to his hand. That dance sure got crazy around the end and everyone went wild when Jaune showed up in a dress. Everything was a little foggy, but everything had been these last few months. There had been random parts of his day were he couldn't remember anything and he had strangely been in a good mood. Which was strange considering a unknown Grimm was loose in Vale. Tons of citizens had been randomly killed all over and during investigations police had found that they had been leaving Vale and a few had even found White Fang uniforms in their houses. It's believed that the White Fang is responsible, but who knows? Recently he had also been hanging out with his team a lot more instead of avoiding them and he had become good friends with the leader of Mercury's team. Sure he was a dick, but Emerald and Cinder were nice. As he was around his team more and more he had started to feel a little funny around Wendy as well. He would stutter sometimes or blurt out the things he was thinking uncontrollably. It was very strange and it was hard to "control" if that was the right word for it. Gray lifted himself of the floor and dusted himself off as Wendy walked past him. He instinctively tried to look as cool as possible by placing his hand on a ledge to lean on it and tossed on some sunglasses. "Hey Wendy, what's u-" Unfortunately the hand he was leaning on the hand with the bottle glued to it and it shattered from him leaning on it, causing him to fall on his face. "Ow." Wendy giggled and kept walking. "Ugh, why did I do that?" He shook it off and as soon as he got back on his feet the second time Andrew and Felix came from nowhere with sly grins smeared across their faces. "Smooth, like sand paper."

"W-What are you talking about?"

"What you and Wendy have. If it weren't so funny I'd be angry that you were hitting on my sister."

"Hitting on your sister? What, no, I mean... no. I mean come on like I would seriously..." Gray looked over his shoulder at Wendy and his mind made her look a thousand times prettier and surrounded her with hearts and flowers. "She was surrounded by flowers and looked super pretty, didn't she?"

"How did you know that!?"

"Dude, I'm a player. I have to know these things."

"Well what do I do!? I can't stop thinking about her and I act like a moron when I'm around her!"

"I would suggest to think about something else, because if we're in the middle of a fight and this gets in the way or you screw up because of your obsession I'm going to have to get Felix to belt you." Felix looked around and pointed towards himself with a surprised look on his face. "Yes you." Felix's surprised look quickly became a devilish grin and he rubbed his hands together maliciously. "Don't think he won't do it either, he's crazy."

"Okay, I get it. I'll try to get around this."

"No, you won't try to, you will."

"Yeah, whatever."

"See? You already reverted back to your gloomy old self! Anyways, the real reason we're here is because of who's heading to the courthouse."

"No, it can't be."

"But it is! And if we hurry we could watch him get the death sentence!" As soon as Andrew had finished speaking Gray bolted towards the Dust Plane.

Fire blew some hair out of his face as the policeman escorted him through the two giant doors of the court house. Fire didn't know much about these places, but hey were usually to decide on matters to big for the council so five elected members would decide his fate. What a dumb idea. If it were up to him it would be decided by what the community wanted, the people, not a bunch of old guys in cloaks. The worse part had to be that random people were forced to watch the testimony by law. If they didn't come they would be hunted down and arrested like an animal and the point of this was to demonstrate the power of the council, but all it did was make people hate them even more. If Plan B was ever going to work he was going to have to use that hatred against them, but for now he had to focus on the matter at hand. The guard shoved him into his seat and he shot him a death stare. "Do that again and that gun's going up your-"

"Enough! Be seated now before your punishment becomes worse."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Fire melted the cuffs on his wrists to open the door to the desk he had to sit at and everyone began to panic until a council member raised his hand and the room went silent. "Quiet down. Guards. Put a new pair of handcuffs on him."

"Why? I'll just melt them again, plus I can obviously kill everyone here and leave if I wanted, the only reason I'm here is because I want to test a theory."

"And what may that be?" Another member spoke up. This one sounded like a girl.

"Well, by the way you all smell right now, not a single one of you is Faunus except for me, I wonder why that is?" Fire sarcastically asked.

"What are you getting at?" He could feel the member glaring at him through the part of her robe that was draped over her face.

"That you're all a bunch of rich, racist, corrupt, assholes that are wasting everyone's time. Jeez, never thought i'd say this but the White Fang are right, unfortunately they aren't showing their... protests in the most agreeable ways or else I would help them."

"Oh really, well what do you think is a better solu-" The councilmen that silenced the room put a hand in front of her.

"Enough, we are not here to bicker like children."

"Wow, you decide to speak up now? And why do you say "enough" so much?" A guard stuck a gun to Fire's head and the force made his head tilt slightly to the side. He could feel the cold metal of the barrel against his head... wouldn't be cold for long. He put his finger to the barrel and slowly tipped it down as it melted. "Be careful, you might shoot someone's eye out with that thing. Anyways, as you were saying councilmen?" The man cleared his throat and began to speak. "Firestarter G. Wolf."

Fire was surprised they knew his middle name started with G. "How did they..."

"We find you guilty of murder, theft, damage to private and public property, fraud, vandalism, arson, unpaid blah, blah blah bleh, and blah blah bleh ba, I'm old and dumb blah, Fire's the best bleh dee da, and further more blah blee Hail king Fire, bleh..."

Fire started to stop paying attention as his mind filled in the blanks. He drummed his fingers on the desk as they continued to drone on and his eyes wandered around the room. His super hearing kicked in and he started to listen in on the nearly silent conversations people were having in the bleachers off to the side. "He's so calm."

"Wow, he's not even phased."

"Is this a real monster?"

"Who is this guy?"

"He's kinda cute..." Fire's ears stood up at that one and he looked towards the girl and winked at her. She giggled in return as the council listed the final crime. "What do you have to say for yourself Fire?"

"It was sooooo worth it... and you can go suck a di-"

"We have also reached a verdict. You, Firestarter G. Wolf, have received the death penalt-"

"Ooooo. Sorry thats not gonna work out for me, I have some things I need to get done. So if you'll please look under your chairs for the "gift" my associate left you all, I'm sure we can make an agreement."

The council looked under their chairs to find suitcases filled with linen and Fire could see them drooling at it under their robes. "You get a suitcase, and you get a suitcase!" He pointed to each member as they pulled the linen out fro under their chairs. "Hm. Perhaps we were to quick to judge you so... harshly. We have reached the new verdict. Since your fighting skills and experience are high enough to rival that of a huntsmen, you will serve as a chaperone on missions at..."

"Please don't say Beacon, please don't say Beacon, please, oh please Monty, no."

"Beacon Academy."

"Well it's not that bad, don't panic. Maybe I won't see them again."

"With team RWBY."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

The guards carried Fire out of the court as he fought viciously to get free from them, forgetting he could simply burn through the cuffs that were placed on him. "No! You can't make me go back! This is worse than the death penalty! Please! I made a mistake, anything but this!" As Fire was tossed into the police car and it drove away, Gray burst through the court house doors, to see it was empty. "SON OF A BIT-"

Next time on FireBall... G... or something. Will Fire escape imminent doom? Will Gray ever kill him? Who drank all of my f***ing hot coco! Find out at some point in the next chapter :D. CampFire out.