Recreate | Season 1: Regenesis | Arc 1: Prologue | Chapter 2: The Escapsit

Hey guys! I'm back again. And today is the second chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY or Red vs. Blue, that belongs to Monty Oum and Rooster Teeth, respectively. I do however, own any and all OCs as well as twisted plot. But today, this OC in this chapter belongs to Alana Cassileni on Google+. We were RPing together on a RWBY community, and we just so happened to both be Fanfiction writers and she said I could use her character as an OC here. Now, enough of my drabbling!

Quote of the Chapter: "Find the White Snow, and tell her 'Hunting for Snow!'"

Now, for the love of God, let this Fanfiction begin!

-= *The Escapist* =-

For the entire time Lira had been a captive of these gang members, these Blitz Creed people, all she has ever heard about the White Fang about how radical they were about wanting rights in Remnant. The rights to be equal with humans and how many times the humans have refused them. She felt a pity for them. A pity.

But she also held anger on how she learned that the day she was kidnapped was one of the last orders the White Fang had given them before pulling out of their group. The way they executed it was not what the leader wanted, but he ordered it anyways and killed her people.

Her people lived in a peaceful village. They made fun and games by killing Grimm and dances. Oh, how she loved dancing. The day they found out that dancing linked directly to her Aura, they were so ecstatic, they basically called her Aura Dance. And, albeit she didn't think it fit, it stuck too well for her to change the name.

But not only did the White Fang kill her people, but they also have stolen from the rich, they have also killed the poor and have even destroyed anything concerning a human just for those rights. Radical? Maybe. Overdone? That's just a lowly understatement. She droned on and on in her mind as the fight began below and above, were she and the others were, watching and banging their metal against the bars.

But now, she was desperate. Not once did she resist back then, knowing that their training would become useful to her. She listened to them, and they trained her like she was one of them anyways. They never knew that she was as rebellious as she was. She waited and waited for the White Fang members to find the prisoners. The cages. All the cages had people constantly banging on them cheering on the White Fang below. The White Fang had been fighting and fighting. They were fighting for something. And they would not stop to get it.

All of a sudden, a burly Faunus yelled "Find the prisoners! We must free them!"

A jolt of joy ran through her veins and she smiled. Finally, she would be escaping today. She felt so dramatic that she wanted to call herself The Escapist, but that wouldn't work considering she's just Lira.

She spun on her heels to find her empty Ballistae - her bladed fan - as she liked to call it. Blade would fire from the collapsible fan, and she was missing her sharp blades right about now.

Made by Ebony Dust directly, her blades were quite vorpal. They could cut through most metals, especially the bars to the cage she sat in. She pouted and sat down thinking and waiting. How long is it taking them? I'm getting a little bored.

Just then, one of the more kinder Blitz Creed members ran up to her, blades in hand. She wanted to yell, wanted to scream for the White Fang's attention, but he did something most of their members wouldn't do.

He threw her the blades.

"Lira Syrris," he spoke quietly to her, but enough for her to hear. "Consider this help. I hope to see you again if I do not die. Note that I never wanted to become part of that village looting session," he said with genuine sorrow. He was quite for a moment before sighing. "Get to Vale City in the Valen Kingdom. They should hospitalize you at Beacon Academy even if you're fifteen. Take this," he lightly tossed a few tickets tot he floor of the cage. "This should get you to the Dustport, and into the school. Remember to do the tournament. Goodbye."

He ran off, but he could hear him still yelling at her. "Find the White Snow and say 'Hunting for Snow!'"

Then he was gone.

She took all of the information together as the White Fang neared. She needed to to make a decision and fast.

White Snow? Hunting? The White Fang is down there to help us, but the way they're fighting. It's...brutal..." she thought. She wanted to reason with herself that she should just stay, but after each passing moment, it became harder and harder to discard the idea they may be fighting for another reason. Maybe I should just listen... she gave up. But, she thought. I'm not going to get myself caught in a yukata, now am I?

She stripped down completely from her red dress and folded it nicely in her arms. It was very thin compared to other fabrics. She was lucky it was a dark red rather than transparent white or something. She put down the dress and stacked all the tickets he had given her, as well as her vorpal blades, and stuck them up on the cabinet with the other things. She ripped open the cabinet drawer with ease and removed jeans and a red tee. This should be enough, she thought.

She slid on the jeans. They fit surprisingly well. Did the Blitz Creed members decide to check her size in the middle of the night? She never wore jeans before. Hmm, she thought. Maybe it was that guy that helped me.

"Hurry, my friends!" the burly Faunus encouraged his men. "We must find them!"

She slid buttoned the jeans and pulled up the zipper. Jeez, guys are picky when it comes to jeans.

"Come on! They're up a few levels!" he yelled.

She hurried with the tee, not even worrying about undergarments. The color is dark enough, at least, she reasoned. She didn't need to turn back and get other things on, she needed to hurry. And fast. They were on the second level and rising to the third. She needed to get out and fast.

"One more floor, my friends! Comrades! We have come to free you!"

She stocked all of the tickets in both of her pockets and restocked Ballistae. She hurriedly danced a little to encase her blades in Fire Dust. Noticing it would not ignite, she danced once more to get the Red Ignition Dust for it.

You know, she thought to herself. I wonder what makes Explosive Dust.

Little did she know that she would one day have her answer.

Her glowing vorpal blades cut through the bars with effort. She placed it up to the top of the bar and it heated up immediately, turning into a dark orange. She pulled and pulled against the hard, cold metal, before it finally gave way. Her vorpal blade quickly snapped to the next bar as she had pulling with such a strong force. You are not to underestimate the strength of a female protagonist.

This repeated multiple times. And, for once in her entire seven years of captivity - seven years! - she actually thanked her captors for having such tenacity. Their second floor was practically made for an invasion, and it held the White Fang at bay. She needed to get out.

"Hurry!" the Faunus yelled. "We need them now!"

She noticed a reinvigoration in strength for the Faunus below and they were advancing down the wide hallway below.

Since the bars were only vertical with no horizontal ones, she immediately began work with the next bars. Each one nearly hit her as they fell back and she immediately started with the next bars.

"Come on, come on," she encouraged herself. "Let's do this."

She was slightly happy for her cage being one of the few in a dark corner and none of the others in their cages saw what she was doing. "Ugh!" she groaned as she snapped to the next one. Her arms began to feel sore. Not once in her life, not a single push up, or a bar pull up, has hurt her this much. She was putting all of her strength into it, if not already over doing it.

The last bar.

Snap!

"There!" she yelled as she hit all too hard through it. It went flying across the floor and into the light where the others could see.

The other prisoners.

"Red is escaping!"

"Dammit," she cursed. Both for being discovered and her notorious nickname.

"How?!" another shouted.

"Someone gave her her vorpal blades!" another yelled. "I swear I saw the exchange!"

Then the door exploded and she bolted behind a dark and shady crate behind everything that was happening. The prisoners completely forgot about her existence and looked on to the door. Half of them afriad, the other half overly excitable for their long awaited freedom.

The burly Faunus walked in. His mask overshadowing all the others. It was full face compared to the top half others. It was gray instead of white. And it was jutting out in certain areas were red markings would be. His next words was all he needed to say.

"Free them! Free them for us!"

So that's what they wanted, she thought as she rounded a corner. Not just to free us, but to bolster their ranks.

"Some of them are humans, Lieutenant," a lowly White Fang member told him.

The Lieutenant simply told him "Take them in anyway. They'd be happy to work for us in return for being freed."

He nodded and scurried off behind the smokey door to inform his men. While he was in the middle of that, the Lieutenant stepped up.

"Humans and Faunus!" he yelled. "Today I free you and in exchange," he continued as the Faunus stormed in and began freeing them one by one. "I only ask for your loyalty. I only ask for those who would fight for the rights of the Faunus. To let us be free from the Kingdoms' turmoil."

The men roared in approval, the women quietly clanked cups against their cage bars in their own way of approval. Some kind of ritual, Lira supposed.

"Will you stand and fight alongside brethren who are all but eager for freedom?" he asked loudly, getting scattered approvals and 'yes's.'

"Will you fight for true freedom?" he asked mysteriously. Instead of roaring, they no were highly confused. "You sit and stand here in cages," he continued. "And you think us merely opening them is going to free you?"

Murmurs erupted.

"Fighting is freedom," he said loudly, despite it actually being a light speak. "I, Lieutenant Crudus, will show you a cruel world. And you," he pointed around in emphasis. "Must fight them."

"You see," he went further as people began to understand him. "The Kingdoms call me Bane for a reason, and that reason, is that I am the Bane to their very lives. As you will become too, if you join us."

"Crudus, cut the speech! We have three mikes!" another Faunus yelled from the room.

"Will you be lead by the White Fang?" he asked, acknowledging the other Faunus. Everyone yelled yes simultaneously. Had she not been approached by the other gang member, she would have too. "Will you follow us on our journey to rule not only the Kingdoms, but all of Remnant?!" he bellowed. Another wave of yes's. "Then let us go!" he yelled before turning heel and leaving the praise he received.

"Come with me," a voice whispered from behind. She wanted to gasp but knew the voice. It was one of her friends. No one said their names. Ever. But she followed him into an even darker corner of the area where she could barely make out his features. There the vent was in the darkened wall, 2 by 2 feet long.

"Are you going to be able to fit," she asked as he removed it.

He looked like he hesitated. "Yeah, yeah, sure," he said as he motioned her in. "Left twice and once to the right. I'll be right behind you," he said as she crawled into the vent.

The second she was three feet in, the vent was shut behind her.

"Hey!" she called to him quietly. "I thought you were coming-"

He cut her off. "I promised someone I would get you out of here. Your father is going to be proud! Now get to Beacon Academy! Remember: Hunting for Snow! And for your trust, I'm Qrow Branwen!"

How did he know the memo the other guy told her to say from earlier?

"Hey, you!" called a White Fang member. "Come on."

His voice was different. His clothes were darker, she could feel it. This man was different from the other. Partners, maybe?

"I'm going, I'm going," he looked to the vent once more before he was pulled away.

She couldn't let him leave. She needed to know. She wanted to know what was going on. But she couldn't do anything as he was dragged away.

"No..." Lira let out before crawling through the vent. Left, left, right, Qrow said. And she did as she was told, as she had for the past seven years. She was eight when she lost everyone she knew, dead. And now Qrow said that her father is going to be proud if she makes it out.

Does that mean, after all these years, he was alive? She was a little ecstatic as she turned the first corner, reinvigorated herself and heaved herself forward.

But does he remember me? she thought to herself. Does he know the failure I've become? she contemplated further as she turned left the second time, losing a little confidence

Or more importantly, she continued in her mind. Why hasn't he helped me thus far? She turned right to a slightly lit vent opening.

If she ever finds a trace of him, she'll find him, and beat him until he tells her why he didn't help her in the past seven years.

With that determination, she pushed forward and finally, she stepped out of her comfort zone, and pushed the vent. This veil. This obstacle that was blocking her way to freedom.

She finally became frustrated and cut through the vent, and pushed open the light metal bars.

The second she jumped out, she was blinded by the bright sun. She was surprised to see the sun again. She had been stuck inside and never wanted to see this place again.

"Let's get moving," she ordered herself. If she's going to be taking orders again, it has to be her. No one else. Not unless she builds up enough trust for certain people.

With that, she ran off the three story, multi-building complex. There were many buildings, between one and threes stories tall. She jumped off a two-story building's roof and began running and running and running on the one-story roofs until she finally climbed down a few ladders.

This forest was annoying her right about now. She was about two seconds from killing the bird on her right...or was it left? Her hearing wasn't all that great ever since she was forced to blacksmith a bunch of weapons back there. The forest was large and a brutal walk. The leaves were tinted with a light blue as they rustled left and right. The Ocean Forest had its name for a reason.

However, in contrast to the blue leaves and grass, were the stones that were sometimes scattered about the place, with the bark still its light brown plastered onto the trees. The branches, their own iteration of brown. In the light gray gravel beneath her feet...beneath the blue grass...she walked and the ground crunched in unison. Proving to her that she could synchronize with anything.

She means, like, who couldn't? She synchronized with that Qrow guy back there; immediately understanding him, doing what he said. His voice made him sound like somewhere deep in his thirties. Not too far, not too close. Maybe 35 or 36? she guessed.

She had synchronized with a few other prisoners who were forced in a two versus two battle, and the winning two had to fight each other. She won almost all of them, and got her tail whipped every time, but she endured most of their problems.

If she had to be honest with herself, she'd had liked one on one had the circumstances been different. Maybe at this Beacon place, I can one on one someone rather that what I've heard about A.I.s.

That was her heightened determination now. She began a light jog in the forest. First person I do a one on one with, I'll thank in the process.

But if he or she breaks my blades or anything in the process, so help me God, I will make them make it up to me.

Well, they don't know how to make my Ebony Blades, she lost confidence. Oh, whatever. I'll teach it to them.

If she had her geography down, she should be somewhere in Mistral City, just outside of Myst Academy.

There was a blipping sound coming from her pocket and she pulled out the thickets of tickets. That is, if it was a ticket. It was a white square, with a not-so-subtle indented line in the middle with a green-glowing diamond. She clicked it and it opened. She nearly dropped it had it not been for her hands.

She looked at it. It was a Scroll. She slapped her head in frustration. "I'm such an idiot!"

She looked at the screen and went to the notification folder and found a map link there. As she clicked it, a new window came up and showed her a map of the area. She assumed the red dot with her name plastered to the side of it was her position. She tried moving around a little.

Different from standard maps, she didn't move, but the landscape moved past her. She understood immediately.

It was a military map.

And at that, a Valen Army emblem stood at the top right corner of the window, proving her assumption. "Hmm," she hummed. "So Qrow is in the Valen Military," she smirked. "Won't be hard to find."

With that, she ran in the direction of the green arrow in which she assumed was the Dustport.

She'd make it on time.

As she ran on the Myst Plains, she noticed the sun slowly cascading down behind her. The undulating wavy lines of a mirage sifting together with the horizon of Remnant. It was beautiful to say the least, and she would love to talk to anyone who thought the same.

Because obviously the Blitz Creed didn't like it.

She continued on her way, and made it into the large facility. She was surprised, and her eyes glittered at every light, quirk and clean place she could find in that Dustport.

Okay, maybe she was just a little ecstatic for being out of the Dust-awful building.

When she saw a few of the students that were transferring from school to school via Dustplane, she went a little crazier and began looking at people's weapons. Especially making conversations between each other.

It got really, really awkward a few times when people asked her what school she went to, and she decided it would be best to divert the conversation to an instant end somehow.

"Phew," she sighed. "I shouldn't strike anymore conversations from now on..."

Finally she made it, passed the tests to get on the Dustplane and couldn't help but notice that they were about eight or nine minutes late, waiting for someone.

She sat down in her seat awkwardly from all the glares she was getting for being late. As long as it wasn't because of the blue leaves she plucked out of her shirt, she'd be fine with their glares. She checked once more by slamming her hands around her body - sure not to make a slapping noise in the process - and sighed heavily for not having anymore stuff in her shirt. She moved aside her shiny black hair and pulled a two red ribbons out of her pockets, and put her hair up in pig tails.

She sighed again, What are we waiting for?! she thought impatiently in her mind. She just wanted to get out of Mistral and Fast. She had enough of this place as it is.

Finally, less than a minute later, an orange haired Faunus with cat ears and a human girl with light teal hair made their way to the seats behind her and sat down.

"Sorry for making us late for something again, Terra," the boy said.

"You better be," this girl known as Terra giggled playfully with the boy.

What Lira didn't know, was that she would be getting along very well with those two.

-= *End of Chapter 2* =-

I am going to shut up now.

Thank you for letting me use your OC, Alana! ^_^

I would like to make an announcement. There were a few references in this chapter, and I'd like people to point them out to me in reviews. I will put up your name, if you get it right, in the beginning of the next Chapter! Up to yall, have fun. Oh, and about the reviews, if they're not about references or random comments, I'd like for them to be positive critiques. I can't do anything if they're all negative!

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