A/N: okay, now I'm taking a leaf out of the Soul Eater franchise and am going to add some of Crona's abilities and traits to Ruby- such as shyness of people and the insanity they both have. Her blood will be black, but there isn't going to be a Ragnarok or anything there.

So high five! Anyone?...really?

Fine, just read the story. If you leave a high five in the reviews you get a digital cookie the size of Ruby's head.

Short chapter, but there is a reason and you'll see what it is next chapter. Sorry if you don't like the ending, and again, it will be explained next chapter.

Oh, and to answer a guest's question...sort of...this is a darker, much more bone chilling version of 'Justice'.

A Wanted rose: Chapter 3

Glynda saw something within Ruby, but she didn't quite know what. Of course, Ruby was as cute as a puppy- no pun intended, since she is a wolf Faunus- but for Glynda, she saw a scared puppy that was abused throughout her life for no reason other than existence. But as she sat there, staring out into the initiation area where Ruby was now, she couldn't help but have rather unsettling thoughts. It seemed Ozpin took note of this, but left it be; he had a feeling what was going on, but needed confirmation, and besides, he was feeling the same way about the girl, having the same thoughts as Glynda and the same protective- if not overbearing- feeling for her.

He stared down at his scroll, monitoring Ruby's and the other student's auras. Ti seemed that everyone else had an aura at least below ninety percent, but Ruby's was at one hundred percent. To make sure he had not made a miscalculation, he called Glynda over to check her scroll, which showed the same thing. That was when a scream shot through the forest and Ozpin checked the aura gauges, only to see Ruby's- of all people's- in the critical zone of red.

Both Ozpin and Glynda searched desperately to find the girl's location, using the hidden cameras they had planted throughout the forest. They both came across the same thing, and both looked on in horror and slight amusement at what they saw.

(^^^^^^)

She didn't like the forest; it was somewhere she hadn't been before and it scared her, chilled her bones to an almost icy level. The world seemed so small around her, so empty but filled with misery and every day she would wake up and not know how to deal with that.

That was the story of her life; not knowing how to deal with things.

All her life she was abused and the only physical contact she even received was that of abuse and torture; hugs, kisses, even handshakes would give her anxiety and almost panic attacks and she wouldn't know how to deal with things like that. All she ever did was be born with a different heritage than any others; to help things, she has a different coloured blood as well; black. Her blood was black, and it caused her to go insane whenever she couldn't deal with too many things at one time. Her eyes would shrink into black orbs, her mouth would expand into a forever unsettling smile, she would find everything and anything that she couldn't understand or hated funny, she would giggle at everything and attack anything that wasn't a friend to her; which was everything.

Fortunately for her, the madness rarely ever came to her; unfortunately though it was extremely hard, near impossible, for her to get out of it. It made sense that she was insane really. She was abused for her entire childhood with a difference in blood and heritage. She never once made anything worth living for, and never once felt the emotions that you should feel when you're her age. She never had a parental bonding due to lack of parents, and so had to face the world's force alone, taking the full on blast of the world's cruel bomb, and everyone around her would get a small aftershock of the detonation, not once caring that she has probably saved their lives more times than she could count.

Right now, though, she was walking through the twisted shapes of the forest, shaking and quivering at each hollow and twisted tree she found. The only thing in the forest that she didn't fear- or the world, to be exact and precise- would be the creatures of Grimm. This would be confusing to others, but to her it was right; she did know how to deal with them. She could slice and chop them into a variety of shapes and sizes, and could never let herself get hurt by one. Humans and other Faunus were different, because she didn't know how to deal with them. They were like her, but at the same time, Faunus hated her for being born and humans were cruel anyway, so finding out there was the last of a species of Faunus riled them up. She couldn't kill a person- while she was sane, anyway- with a clean conscience, but if she ever got bullied too far by one she could snap into her insanity and kill them without a second thought. The insanity was a friend to her, and that's why she hasn't killed herself over it, but with every passing day that she's not insane, the guilt of killing people takes over her and she plummets into despair.

Shadows scared her, so she was desperately- albeit a bit fast at doing so- trying to cling to the light areas of the forest, but if she did that then she wouldn't get to kill any Grimm, and at just the thought of the Grimm she could feel her sanity lose the ground it held form the insanity and black blood.

As she was walking, she heard a small myriad of footsteps, which meant someone was running in her direction, and fast. She focused her wolf ears on the sound, and could hear it was a group of people.

And then she was knocked on her butt by one of them, who fell on top of her.

Red and orange hair flooded her face, leaving her with only silhouettes of the others who were running, and by the amount of silhouettes she saw, there were about seven of them, including the red haired person slouched over her.

She didn't know how to deal with that, and could feel the sanity lose more ground.

The person sat up, stock still as she stared down at the person below her, before shaking their red head and smiling, offering a hand for Ruby to take so she could help her up. Ruby just looked at the hand curiously and stood up without help, brushing off her leather jacket and making sure her cloak was still strapped over her, which it was. Of course it was, it couldn't go anywhere else.

She could finally see the person in front of her, and golden, Amazonian style armour that covered them.

"Hi, I'm Pyrrha, but now isn't the time for introductions, we need to run..."

Ruby tilted her head in a manner of which Pyrrha could only describe as painfully adorable. "Why?" a loud roar came from behind them, and Pyrrha looked as white as a sheet of paper. She bolted past Ruby without saying why and just shouted back to her "That's why!"

Ruby spun on her heel and was face to face with a massive Deathstalker. This was when her sanity was fighting the hardest it's ever fought to keep the insanity form taking over. She smiled, albeit a disturbingly small smile, and raised her robotic arm to block a pincer almost effortlessly. She didn't see the stinger come down on her though, and as it pierced her left shoulder and she gave out a scream of pain, she smiled menacingly.

Pyrrha rushed back to see Ruby, but was met with the scariest thing she had ever seen.

(^^^^^^)

Ruby's sanity was lost to her now, and she felt the overwhelmingly soft feel of insanity take over. She let out a small giggle while she used her robotic right arm to grab the stinger, forcing it out of her, causing more euphoric pain. As she slid her way off of the stinger and hit the ground with an almighty thump, she continued giggling until it became laughter.

Small drops of black blood left her system to the wide world outside, and she suddenly stopped laughing as if she were a movie and was suddenly turned off. She stared at the creature with a massive toothy grin on her and her bangs covered her eyes.

"My blood is black, you know?" Pyrrha couldn't believe what she was seeing; that stab from the deathstalker should have killed her or at least rendered her unconscious, but no; she was laughing her head off with a scary grin and her eyes had turned black. She then burst out laughing as she charged at the Grimm, using her right arm to punch it over and over again, knocking it backwards when it tried to block with its pincers, and her left arm unhooked her scythe.. While she continued laughing, she used her right arm to suddenly grasp onto the pincer and in one, diagonal slash, she had severed the entire limb at the joint. She continued laughing as she sliced the next one off, revelling in the sound of its version of pain and screams.

She then stopped her laughing and spoke almost cryptically, making Pyrrha cower in fear at the person in front of her.

"It's funny, you know?" Ruby grabbed into the pincer with her robotic arm, ignoring the gathering crowd of befuddled and scared hunters who were on their own initiation. "You're yellow, yet you're black. How do you deal with that?" she raised her left arm which held the scythe above her head, and smiled a scarily massive smile. "You hurt me, so I hurt you." She was raising the scythe at its pinnacle of attack, and for a second her grin faltered. She looked down at the deathstalker and smiled widely again, her bangs still covering her face but her hood was off. "My blood is black, you know?" she burst into laughter as the scythe came down, and all that could be heard was her sick, insanity fuelled laughter while the small squelching sound of meat being torn echoed past the myriad of giggles and laughter that accompanied it.

The deathstalker was sliced right down the middle, its pincer rolling away unharmed while the rest of it was split into two. She continued laughing while her black blood trailed down her outfit, dripping and dribbling its way down to the floor, where it stayed.

A small trail of black was left in her wake as she continued laughing, walking towards the stinger and raising her robotic arm again, spinning it inhumanly as a small needle popped through the wrist and glove covering it. She stabbed it into the pincer, stopping with her laughing and stifling giggles instead. The needle sucked up the venom from inside the sack and pulled it back into her wrist, ready to be used later. She used to do this all the time whenever she went insane, collecting blood samples or venom form the creatures of Grimm she killed.

She continued giggling while she stood up and turned to face the rest of the people that had amassed, surrounding the area. The deathstalker was now evaporating into rose petals, and all that was left was a small pile of petals.

That was when a growl was heard form behind the girl, and she turned around, seeing the fur of a beowolf, but it wasn't attacking; it was waiting.

Ozpin and Glynda, meanwhile, shared scared looks while their entire forms shook.

But what interested them though was what the beowolf was doing: it wasn't attacking as it usually does, so what was it waiting for?

An order from its master, of course.