( ) = Thoughts

Italic = Whisper/Singing

Bold = Yell/ Comm. Device

Underlined = Emphasized Words

Italic Bold = Store Signs/Titles (Read Aloud)


Prologue Pt.2: Eyes of Blood & Silver Pt.2

It's been a week since my little 'break-out' at the lab, and I've learned three things: One, the lab was in the middle of Forever Fall. Two, because of my torturous experimentations I'm apparently neutral to Grimm. Three, the fact I can still transform parts of my body into Beowulf limbs. So I had three options, end my life here with a flick of my claws, try and wander aimlessly to find civilization or scavenge what I can and make a pseudo campsite. I'm being honest with you when I say I would've ended it right there and then, but then I began to notice something. I could smell fresh salmon from the river nearby, I could eat any form of berry and not get sick and I could hear birds flying almost 400 feet above my head.

"Well, another awesome thing my 'treatments' gave me." I noted, as I started to transform my hand into the set of claws I had before. "Heightened my senses to a new extreme, and allowed me to morph small parts of my body. Should come in handy."

After preparing a small area near the river I began to do whatever I could. I made nets from branches & spider silk. I started making arrows from crow feathers and old bone fragments, yet to find or make a bow however. I repaired my clothes and made them more 'grimm-like' painting them black and armoring them with animal bones. By the end of my first year alone I was fairly well set, a supply of food, available weaponry and a little site to call home. I began to think that this wouldn't be as bad as I thought.


6 Years Later…

16, at least that what I think my age is. I stopped caring at 11 and just focused on training and survival. I've changed a lot since the day I escaped, I'm wiser, stronger, and more vicious than ever before. Not only that I've been wandering around my campsite and found a few small 'jackpots'. I've found an ancient Goliath skeleton, while thinking all Grimm faded to the black mist I broke off one of the fracturing ribs, causing it to finally disintegrate.

"Huh, must've had some life still tying it to this plane of existence." I commented, while picking up the several thousand pound rib and dragging it home.. From that skeleton I fashioned better armor and a few new tools, a small Karambit-style knife, and a few axe heads.

Not only did I find that little treasure, I also found a few abandoned towns which did still have supplies, including the one weapon I didn't have. A bow, a compound bow no less. It had black carbon-fibre limbs, tempered steel cams with dark-green hexagonal patterns along the middle of both limbs, a Dust-Enhanceable bowstring and a matching quiver to hold all of my crafted arrows. Since the way it looked reminded me about a strange creature in one of my scavenged books, so I named it "Wyvern".

Now back to the rib I'd scavenged, it had made my armor nigh unbreakable from conventional weaponry and firearms, but it attracted wolf-type Grimm like no ones buisness. Because of this most Beowolves that came near my camp were oddly peaceful, until when I went to check to see if any more had shown up all I saw was a large cloud of black mist float into the air. When I made it over, I saw something that actually made me a little scared, an ancient Deathstalker. Now I knew why the number of Grimm in my area was so few, I'd made my camp near a Deathstalker den. It was attacking a species of Grimm I had never seen before, they looked like the original wolves that stalked these forests long ago.


In this situation I had two choices, let this new species die before I can write about them. (I kept a journal on any Grimm I had met, containing three new types including this one.) Or, try and suicide charge the Deathstalker so they could get away. Being the cocky bastard that I was, I charged it while throwing one of my axes at its stinger, and to my luck the axe clove the stinger from its tail. Seeing this the wolf-like Grimm took this as an opportunity and began to bite and claw its legs off while I simultaneously blinded it with a barrage of arrows. After seeing it fade into the silver dust that was aligned with my soul, or what was left of it, I began to walk off. Until I felt a tug at my coat, the alpha of the pack that I had saved had stopped me from walking off, the thing that surprised me was how gentle it was being. Then it hit me.

"Do you want to come with me?" I asked it. It actually nodded its head in reply.

"Wait, you can understand me?!" I said surprised, it nodded again.

"So I can communicate with Grimm, cool." I said, making a mental note.

"So, are you going to walk beside me, become a little portable crystal or..." As I began to list off travel options he turned into a massive black cloud and a few seconds later I found he had transformed into a little black & white Rottweiler puppy.

"Oh my god…" I just stood there in shock from the fact a Grimm, twice my size had changed form, and the fact that he was so fucking adorable.

"You still need a name." I decided snapping out of the cuteness lock. "How about Reaper?" I asked the small puppy, he barked in agreement.

"Alright, Reaper it is." I concluded, kneeling down. "Come on, hop up."

Reaper tilted his head at with a confused look in his eyes. So I picked him up and dropped him in my hood, him yelping in response.

"You're no burden to me, whenever we travel just hop in my hood." I said while scratching the back of his ears. After we made it back to the camp I heard a little wheeze, after I removed my coat I saw that Reaper had fallen asleep.

"Even cuter when he's asleep, well I guess you can sleep with me in my hammock." I muttered to myself while carrying him to my sleeping area. "Until I can make you a nice cushioned bed of course."


1 Year Later

"I swear to god I heard those voices somewhere around here." I said while walking with Reaper, following the strange voices I heard while making more arrows. We'd walked about a quarter of a mile and still couldn't find the source of these voices.

"Can you smell anything Reap? 'Cause I got nothing." I asked my little pet as he shook his head. "Damn, then who the hell was talk-" I was cut off as a shot whizzed by my head.

"There it is! Get'm boys!" I heard an aged voice yell from about 20 feet away, as I noticed 4 men sprinting towards us. I suppose making myself look like a Grimm was a bad idea in this situation. So I sprung into action, drawing my knife, while Reaper went full size. We were able to catch them off-guard. I tackled the one with the largest weapon while Reaper kept the other 3 at bay. When the man I tackled attempted to get up, I picked him up, slammed him into a tree and placed my knife at the base of his neck.

"Move or Fire your weapons and he dies." I growled. This sent the men into a look of shock as this savage looking teenager could speak fluent english. "Drop 'em."

"Ok, ok… you win." The second eldest of the men said as they began to place their weapons on the ground.

"Reaper!" I called to my Lycan companion. "Heel." As he dashed to my side with all of their weapons in his mouth.

"You can control that thing?!" The third eldest of the men asked.

"Yes, and his name is Reaper, not 'thing'." I corrected, giving him a death-stare. "If you're wondering, no he isn't a Beowulf, he's a Lycan."

"A new type of Grimm?" The youngest of the men asked. "Why and when did somebody like you discover a new Grimm species?"

"I've discovered three new types of Grimm including my pet here." I answered sounding slightly annoyed.

During my little hostage situation I felt the edge of my knife slipping down slightly. I knew what this meant, either he was trying to get free or…

"You're laughing?!" I said surprised, as I turned to the man I tackled. He had auburn hair streaked with grey, dirt brown eyes and smile creases & wrinkles covered his face. He had a calming smile plastered on his face as he slowly removed my knife from his throat.

"Kid, I like you. You've got guts, brains and a unique quality." He said praising me. "What's your name?"

"Roger Mayson, mister?" I replied while asking for his name.

"Edward, Edward Ocel." He replied. "Owner of the oldest and largest mining company on Remnant!"

"Ocel?" I said thinking whether I'd heard or read the name before.

"Hmm, you must've been out here for a long time boy." Edward commented, before asking. "How long have you lived out here?"

"About eight years." I replied casually. The looks on their were priceless, all had a glorious look of shock.

"E-eight years?" Edwards asked sounding a little surprised. "You've lived in the area with the largest Grimm population for eight straight years?!"

"Correct, and would you introduce me to your… children?" I asked with a hint of suspicion in my voice.

"Oh ahem… sorry, caught up in the moment. These are my sons Leon, Carson and Samson." Edward said waving his hand for the three of them to get closer.

"A pleasure to meet you." Leon said politely.

"Charmed." Carson said annoyed.

"Nice to meet you!" Samson finished jovially.

"Perfect combination those three." I muttered quietly, but loud enough for Edward to hear as he chuckled at my comment.

"You're right about that, three personalities all contradictory of each other." Edward agreed, noticing my slightly glowing cheeks. "Hmm, it's getting dark. We should head back to the airship."

"Yes father." As the brothers said retrieving their weapons and packs.

After gathering their things Edward noticed me leaving and called out, "Oh-ho no!" He cried rushing towards me grabbing my shoulder. "You're coming with us."

"What?" I said glaring at him curiously. "You really want me to be part of your family?"

"Of course! You've got the skill to become a Hunter lad, not to mention you've discovered new types of Grimm that need to be registered." Edward stated. "Besides, you're carrying everything you have on you right?" I nodded yes. "Perfect! Then come with us, if you're used to living in the wilderness we can refurbish Leon's old tree fort for you and your pet."

"Do I have a choice?" I asked, knowing it was a rhetorical question.

"Nope! Now hurry up, the ship leaves in 10 minutes." He said beginning to walk back.

"Well, this should be interesting." I thought as I followed my new 'stepfather' back to his airship.


2 Years Later

Recommended Music (RWBY Vol.2 Soundtrack 5: Caffeine 0:00-0:53, stop at listed times.)

"Rodger! Time to wake up!" My stepfather Edward called. "I have some things for you, since it's your birthday today!"

"GIVE ME A MINUTE!" I yelled back. "Just need to get my gear together!" As I slowly rose from my bed. Picking up my scroll and deactivating the alarm. Casey Lee Williams, never going to hate her music.

"Alright, time to don the un-ceremonial items I call clothing." I said walking over to the small table I had put together. After removing my bedwear I slipped on my casual clothes, a grey ballistic-fibre sweatshirt, armored with the same plates as my old coat, a red & orange fade T-shirt, navy blue jeans armored at the knees and near the ankles, finally my reinforced combat boots, painted black. I grabbed my collapsed bow Wyvern and my Karambit knife "Vergetelheid" ("Oblivion" translated from Dutch.) I walked over to my pet Lycan, Reaper's bed scratched his head slightly which made him yawn and wake up.

"Morning little guy, guess what?" I asked my little pet as he looked at me with his head tilted. "It's not only my birthday, but our 3.5 year companionship day." At that he immediately jumped into my hood and licked the backs of my normal and wolf ears.

"Hey knock that off!" I said laughing while trying to get him off my head. After getting Reaper to stop I put on my knit cap, hopped onto my ladder and slid down.

"Morning Mr. Ocel, thanks for the birthday wish, but what did you want to give me?" I asked my stepfather as he pulled out an ornate scabbard.

"This." He said as he pulled the blade from the scabbard. It was a silver Straight Sword, with two different edges. One razor sharp and the other completely serrated. It had a white handle and a black diamond-shaped crossguard and pommel.

"That is my birthday present?!" I said in excitement. "You're giving me Solis?!"

"Solis? What do you- Oh you mean Sunlight!" He exclaimed as my stepfather realized I was saying its original name. "Yes, since I've retired from the whole Hunter 'game' I've decided to give each child in my family one of my prized weapons."

"Cool, what did you give to Savannah?" I asked. Savannah is my little Faunus stepsister, bright orange hair, two gleaming yellow orbs for eyes, and twin tails. Yes she is a Kitsune, a multi-tailed fox from Japanese folklore. Apart from that she's 16, 5'6" and about 133 pounds.

"I gave her one of my prototypes, I think you know which one." He answered with a devious grin on his face.

"What do you mean- No way…" I realized which one of his prototypes he'd given her. "You gave her Reckoning... "

My stepfather had crafted plans for six unique pieces of equipment: Trinity, Karma, Reckoning, Judgement, Lucifer and Cerberus. Each piece of gear had a built in multi-weapon system to create a minimum of 2-3 weapons. Reckoning was a mechanical frame, with detachable battleaxe and kinetic-absorption shielding.

"You're getting one as well, it's just not finished yet." Edward told me reassuringly. " I've yet to work on any others besides Reckoning and Trinity."

"Ok, cool. Now wasn't there something else you wanted to say to me?" I asked noticing the look of concern on his face.

"Yes actually, but I need all of you present. It's a family matter." He said, sounding unnaturally serious.

My time with the Ocel family has given me a lot of new tricks, from musical talent to culinary brilliance. However I've also learned when my stepfather was serious something bad was going to happen. After following him back to his office I noticed my entire stepfamily was present. This only meant trouble.

"Good, you're all here." Edward began as he sat at his desk. "As you all know I've retired my weapons and stopped being a Hunter, that's not the only thing I'm retiring however." When he finished my stepmother Thalia continued for him.

"The two of us are flying to Vacuo tomorrow to begin our retirement." When she finished the two of them had somber expressions when they looked at our shocked faces.

"What will you do with the company?" Leon asked with a worried tone.

"I've split my company into even parts for all five of you, everyone has to run the company now." Edward explained as he pulled a worn piece of parchment from his desk. "This deed contains each share for everyone of my children, adopted or not."

"So who gets what?" Samson asked curiously.

"To my triplet sons, each of the quarries in Vale, Vacuo and Atlas. Who gets what kingdom is their decision," He began.

"Thank you father." They replied as they were handed the property deeds for the quarries.

"To my darling stepdaughter Savannah, I give every refinery and forge in the known kingdoms," He continued.

"T-thank you father…" Savannah replied meekly while taking the deed from her stepmother.

"And finally to my latest stepson Rodger, I give my property in Vale, Access to both the company vault and my Grandfather's personal vault."

"Thank you Mr. Ocel." I said dully as Mrs. Ocel handed me the deed and keys for the Vaults.

"I know the five of you will not let this company crumble, please keep our legacy going." Edward pleaded as he rose from his desk. "Now if you excuse us, we have a cab to take and an airship to catch. Farewell!" He concluded with a smile on his face.

It'd been a few days since we had heard from Mr & Mrs. Ocel, we were beginning to worry about their well-being. Then the unfortunate struck, the airship our parents were on had been shot down by a White Fang convoy. From that day our family had changed, Leon became very strict, Carson was becoming more hostile towards me and Savannah, and even Samson was avoiding us. Thinking we caused the death of their parents, like every Anti-Faunus person I knew, so I took my actions into my own hands. They would antagonize me until I die, but I knew they would never hurt Savannah.

"That's it, I'm done with this bullshit." I said as I packed up what little I had, not knowing that Savannah had come to visit me.

"What do you mean 'done'." She asked innocently. "Are you leaving?"

"I have to, you've seen how Leon and Carson act towards me now." I replied sourly, when I finished I slid my quiver over my shoulder and put Reaper in my hood. "Goodbye Savvie, I'll miss you." I said solemnly, as I kissed my little sister on the forehead, I hopped down from my 'room' and began to head back towards the forest, waving goodbye.

"Goodbye, big-brother…" She replied quietly as tears slowly rolled down her face.


A/N: Well, that was depressing to write about… again. Took me all night too, how this kid can write like this amazes me. *Yawning in Background* Oh shit he's awake! Sorry guys, gotta go bye! Man, that was a rough night, wait… why is my computer on- ...shit. He wrote the entirety of chapter two. Great, now I owe him a favor.

Well, I guess that's the end of this chapter then. I'll see you guys in the next chapter "Lifting the Vale." (Play on words, really… I thought you hated word-play.) Leave before I grab my eraser… (Bye!)