Mad Max: Road to Salvation
Episode 24: Rising and Resurrection
A/N: In this chapter for those familiar with fury road I hope you're okay with this chapter. Oh and I'll be doing rewrites since I'm changing Bruz's faunus traits to those of a Dingo since it would suit him better.
[Clearwingyuta: depends on what you mean, because they are his daughters. if you mean they're mentally linked or something then no.]
[Guest 1: yep.]
[Sam hill: yes, that alludes to the possibility that it could happen.]
[batmd: I am heavily considering that, the Warboys may return, but I'm thinking more like something from the dark knight returns. But that is a plausible idea so I won't rule it out.]
[EnriksD8: Thanks and well the message has to be cryptic. But if you want an answer then, what's your question?]
[Hitler's moustache: Woah man, that's not what I meant by that! I promise I'm not doing a harem for Max ok! I'm just considering Max having a one night stand with Winter! I left that open earlier and it's my responsibility as the writer to fix that. It does matter to me! I have really big plans in store to expand the story in the future and another mini max is a part of it ok.]
[Charles: Thanks man and yeah I'm very curious as to how that happened in the first place.]
[Guest 2: That will be the end result. I'm just tying up a loose end, and opening a door for the future.]
[Guest 3: I'm pretty sure they will.]
-Beacon-
The students had returned from their initiation with ridiculous amounts of pride on their faces as they strutted onto the stage.
"Coco Adel, Fox Alistair, Velvet Scarletina, Yatsuhashi Daichi. For retrieving the diamond cards, you will now be Team CFVY. Led by miss Coco Adel." Ozpin announced the official formation of the team. Coco was ecstatic to be the leader of the new team. Fox and Yatsuhashi were far subtler in their pride while velvet was still very shy. After they made their way off of the stage, Bruz, Aurora, Titus, and Sally walked proudly into the warm spotlight of the center stage. "Bruz Rockatansky, Aurora Kingsman, Titus and Sally Rorschach, for collecting the spade cards, you will now be known as Team BATS, led by Titus Rorschach." Ozpin continued his announcement and Titus was stunned by this. Sally was deeply enjoying the acronym for her own reasons, while Bruz was a bit disappointed at the fact, at least the weight wasn't on his shoulders. Aurora gave Titus a peck on the cheek for hitting it big, which practically caused Titus to explode with joy. Bruz and Sally shook their heads comically at the sheer joy their leader expressed before turning their heads away from each other in spite.
"Come on you two, just simmer down already." Aurora said as she looked at the two feuding faunus members of Team BATS.
"Tell that to his/her ass." The two of them said in eerie sync.
"Stop mimicking me!" The kept in sync, to both of their annoyance.
"You first!" The trend continued.
"Both of you for the love of Oum, SHUT UP! We're going to be stuck together for the next four years so get your shit together! I won't say it twice; do you get me?!" Titus lost his shit and silenced the two feuding partners.
"Fine mate, you're the boss." Bruz growled.
"Okay big bro." Sally shrank at her brother's outburst. The rest of the team then made their way to the dorm where they'd be staying after the ceremony was over. Bruz had been congratulated by his fellow road crew members and little sis. Max told his apprentice of his pride, lifting Bruz's spirit, and that he'd be in for a world of hurt in the morning, causing the young mechanic to wince. With that done, he went to meet up with his team as they began organizing the room since they still had time to kill that night.
"Well mates, welcome to the boss's house of max pain. Enjoy your stay." Bruz remarked sarcastically as he kicked in the open door.
"Did you have to kick door?!" Sally snapped.
"Yes, I did.!" Bruz replied bombastically with his joker grin under the face wrap he wore.
The bat faunus wanted to explode in anger but remembered her brother's anger and let it slide with a sigh. "As I was saying anyway, what could be worse, because I mean just how bad it could be, really?" Sally said confidently.
"Ah, a glutton for punishment I see. Mark my words, oh you are so going to regret that poor choice of words later. I personally guarantee it." The young mechanic said with a heavy amount of pessimism in his voice.
"I'll take whatever he can dish out road-boy! We members of the Rorschach family are tough as they come! Tell him bro!" Sally got in Bruz's face and started bragging about her family history.
"Leave me out your debate little sis. I've heard some of the stories though, word does get around. All I will say on the matter is that it is going to be an extremely long four years for all of us. Oum willing, we all survive." Titus tried to stay out of the petty argument.
"Don't say I didn't warn you mates. I hope you all have strong stomachs, because the boss has a way with finding food." Bruz grinned smugly as he delivered another warning of the gnarly ways Max teaches his class.
"What, is he gonna makes us eat maggots and canned dog food?" Sally rolled her eyes with sarcasm. Bruz began to giggle at the surprising accuracy of Sally's sentence.
"You have no idea brat-fink, but then again maybe you do." Bruz said cryptically, earning the curiosity of his teammates. "Speaking of it, I think we'll all enjoy some of the more constructive parts of the class." Bruz said as he plopped down on his own bed after setting a bag of tools off to the side.
"I've heard some rumors about a car of his, we get to learn combat driving and maintenance, I think." Aurora chimed in with what she heard.
"The boss is the best driver this side of the continent. He'll teach the rules of the road alright, heck I think you can get a license in his class if I'm not mistaken. But don't hold me to that last part." Bruz said as he stretched himself out.
"Alright if everyone's done, let's get some shut eye. Tomorrow's going to be a long day." Titus said in exasperation and everyone said their goodnights as Aurora flicked the light off.
-with Jaune Arc earlier that day-
The young teen was currently laying down in his bed with his hands behind his head being lazy. His sisters were being themselves and he was just thinking about what he was going to do today since he had no homework or anything to do and it was Sunday. He remembered his X-ray and Vav comic collection that he'd kept safe from his sisters, he picked one up and began laughing at the antics of the two super-noobs. After reading those for a while, he decided to take a nap and enjoy some peace and quiet in his slightly messy room. but that's when something weird started to happen, as he napped he slipped into a dream. This was no ordinary dream though as the young teen was about to discover. No sooner had he fallen asleep as he began to open his eyes again, but this time he was not in his own room.
'W-where am I? This isn't my room!' He thought to himself in panic mode. He tried to move but felt tired and groggy as he began to wake up himself up. He looked around to see various tribal markings on the black cavern walls around him along with several cages. Looking to his wrist, he noticed his skin was ghostly pale and there was a blood transfusion tube attached to his wrist. He began to hear a drumbeat in the background as well as loud chanting and yelling. Then several other teens and even grown men ran past him, their skin pale white and faces covered with black grease. Another one ran by him and he tried to grab the guys' wrist as he stomped by. When Jaune tried to speak what came out of his mouth was not his own voice or even his own words.
"Slit, what's going on?! Slit?!" He asked as the tough and vicious looking teen walked away.
"Betrayal, an imperator gone rogue!" A stranger said as he shuffled to the other end of the cave.
"Who?!" Jaune asked.
"Furiosa, she took a lot of stuff from immortan Joe!" The stranger replied.
"What stuff?" Jaune was confused.
"Breeders, his prize breeders! He wants them back not a hand laid on 'em!" The stranger said as he ran over to a pile of steering wheels at the end of the cavern. The one named Slit mumbled something as if he were praying before grabbing a wheel and turning back to Jaune. He stood up and shuffled over to Slit and grabbed the steering wheel.
"That's my wheel!" Jaune said in a hoarse voice.
"I'm driving!" Slit growled and tugged on the wheel.
"It's my lancer-!" Jaune pulled back.
"I just promoted myself!" Slit yanked on the wheel again.
"Not today, today is my day!" Jaune said feverishly.
"Look at yourself! If you can't stand up, you can't do war!" Slit tried to reason with Jaune.
"He's right son." A fat man said as he stood behind them.
"I'm not staying here all day inside!" Jaune shook his head.
"Ah you're already a corpse." The fat man ran a finger down Jaune's back.
"I just need a top off!" Jaune tried to bargain.
"There's no time!" Slit shushed him.
"We take my blood, bag and strap him to the lancer's perch!" Jaune's mouth which he no control over voiced a brilliant idea.
"It's got a muzzle on it, it's a raging feral!" Slit argued.
"That's right, high octane crazy blood filling me up!" Jaune said before he headbutted Slit. "If I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die historic on the fury road!"
Slit stood up and got in Jaune's face. He then grinned and looked to the fat man behind them. "Yeah, Yeah. Organic, hitch up his blood bag."
"Right'o." The fat man said as he got his tools ready and gazed at the man in the cage above them. From their Jaune began to see many strange things as his body moved on its own accord like he was along for the ride. Eventually he made his way with slit and the man dubbed 'blood-bag' to a vehicle where he was to be chained up. Then he was lowered down with other various vehicles of destruction one by one. The more Jaune saw, the more badly he wanted to wake up from this hellish place. As the war party rolled out in their furious pursuit, Jaune found himself clamoring for attention from a rotund armor-clad man in the black monster Cadillac, the vile immortan Joe himself. Joe seemed to gaze right into Jaune's soul from the seat of the massive vehicle. On that note, he began arguing with Slit over what Joe really did.
"He looked at me! He looked right at me!" Jaune's mouth uttered the words zealously with sheer pride and excitement.
"He was scanning the horizon!" Slit barked at him.
"NO, I am awaited, glory to Valhalla!" Jaune seemed to shout against his will as the maddening thoughts of whoever he seemed to be invade his mind and the apocalyptic rat rod car barreled to its destination ahead of the other pursuing vehicles. 'Who am I?' Jaune thought in confusion. He briefly looked down to see a name on one of the pedals, 'Nux'. That question was answered at least.
After a few minutes a massive and menacing truck appeared in the distance. It was covered in armor plates, spikes and weapons along with various other people climbing all over to defend it. They helped fight off several other vicious vehicles that were more like steel porcupines than cars. One of the people was hit with a steel arrow and grabbed a canister of chrome air paint spraying across his face as his eyes turned blood red. Mustering the last of his strength, the dying man jumped from the rig with two strange explosive javelins in his hands and destroyed one of the porcupine vehicles. Jaune's vehicle then swapped to another target and helped take down a truck with a crane on it with explosives that fell off the car.
With the enemy vehicles gone Jaune/Nux drove to the side of the truck where an old man was trying to stop the woman driving the rig. Jaune tried in vain to warn him but the old man 'Groot' was killed by the woman. With that done the woman blew a hole in the tire of Jaune's car. He ordered slit to get the blood-bag to the back. Now that the feral man was free Slit threatened to kill him. the two scuffled only for slit to be thrown and Jaune/Nux closed the roof hatch as they entered the storm. What Jaune saw next was something both awesome and terrifyingly hellish, the inside of an ocean sized sandstorm. There were swirling tornadoes of death everywhere he could see with another vehicle closing in on the war-rig only to be swept up into a vortex. Jaune was dumbfounded at the sight of the vehicle and its crew being eviscerated by the vortex.
"Oh, what a lovely day! What a lovely day!" Jaune/Nux said as he found himself flooding the vehicle with a strange liquid by the gallon. "I am the man who grabs the sun, riding to Valhalla!" He pulled out a flare and lit it as he caught up to the war rig. "Witness me blood-bag, witness!" He said as he sprayed paint on his mouth and looked at the man behind him, who started beating on the glass. Within a few seconds the glass gave way and the man grabbed at the flare, distracting Jaune/Nux long enough for the rig to swerve and cause the vehicle to crash violently. Jaune was catapulted out of the dream and he was practically bathing in sweat. He was turning his had from side to side, frantically scanning his surroundings to find everything the way it was. His dirty clothes were spilling out of their hamper and there was a puddle of drool next to where his head was.
"That was the most awesome, and the craziest dream I've ever had, ever. It was so real, but it just had to be just a bad dream, right?" Jaune said to no one in particular as he cluelessly scratched the back of his head. He had no idea that there was someone else in the room with him, more specifically his head. Two brave souls, only but a single body to share.
From a hill nearby Griffa the mystic was watching with a grin on his face. "Welcome back to the world of the living war-boy. You shall see the mirror image of your beloved 'Capable' again, for you have earned it, a second chance at life. For so you had lived, you died, now for your reward that you have rightfully earned you shall live again. Fate was so cruel to you before, yet you persevered in your endeavor to survive the many nightmarish trials it had in store. Trials by which you perished in victorious redemption for yourself as a freed man and not a violently subservient slave. You were always a tough nut to crack, and you shall be again, for this simple boy shall surely need your cunning black-finger skill and valiant strength of will. So, I shall say it once again, welcome back once more to the land of the living, Nux." Griffa said as he vanished in a plume dust that was carried on the free and ever-changing winds. Perhaps someone else would receive a dream of their past lives, someone whom Jaune would come to know, that Nux already knew. But not as she is, for Nux, it will be who she was. For though she had lived to tell the tale to those who could listen along with the others, eventually all souls pass from one world to the next.
-END CHAPTER-