Darron was quickly walked down the detention hall on Ironwood's main warship. Ironwood and professor Ozpin followed a few paces behind, joined by a squad of 12 individual soldiers. As Darron continued to walk down the aisle many of the other criminals called out to him.
"Yo! Darron is that you? Holy shit. I never thought they would catch you." One criminal called
out.
"Man. I haven't seen you since youse was 14. How's the rest of the gang doin." Another criminal asked. Darron didn't respond to these calls but merely continued walking forward with his head hanging. Finally Darron was ordered to stop by Ironwood. Ironwood walked forward used his access card to open the cell. Darron stepped in first, followed by Ozpin and Ironwood. Darron turned and let himself fall on the metal bed, the chains binding his arms and legs clanged loudly against
one another.
"I'll… leave you two alone." Ironwood stated before leaving the cell and walking away, taking the squad of soldiers with him. Once the metal door hissed shut Ozpin sighed.
"Darron What the hell were you thinking. Releasing something like that." Ozpin asked.
"Ok." Darron responded matter-of-factly. "First of all I did not 'release it' It took control
over me. Secondly. Just because you know how this started doesn't mean you know shit about what it's like to live this way." Ozpin just stared sympathetically as Darron hung his head in defeat, tears in Darron's eyes.
"You're right I don't know what it feels like. Would you like to enlighten me?" Ozpin admitted.
"It's a hell unimaginable for the human mind to comprehend, but I guess the best possible explanation would be this." Darron began. "Imagine yourself floating, not seeing, not hearing, not feeling, just… floating. Now, imagine a sudden burst of sensory input. The only thing you hear are hundreds
of voices loud enough to burst your eardrums, doing nothing but telling you all the things you could have done better, all the things that you've done wrong. Even the things that you've done correctly, but you wouldn't be able to tell because the voices won't stop telling you about how well you fucked it up anyway. The only thing you see are images, dreams, well more like nightmares. All you can see are these image of everyone you care about and love being hurt, tortured, and killed, by you. Again though, you wouldn't know because it feels all too real and it plays on and endless loop. Sometimes their merciful and it's not you actually doing things to them, it just you watching, Oh they let you run to save them but of course you try, you try as hard as humanly possible, but you still know, deep in the recesses of your mind, that you'll never save them. The only thing you feel is an immense pain. Like every pain receptor in your body is firing uncontrollably. You can feel your body being torn apart atom by atom, yet each atom feels as if someone is tearing a chunk of your flesh out with their
bare hands. They'd have you think that once they've torn you completely apart the pain would end, but that would just end their fun to soon. Your body regenerates in an instant and it happens all over again. That is the hell to which I have been subjected to for 17 years." Darron explained.
"It sounds truly unbearable, but, if you will, how did you manage to hold your mental constitution for so long? Even the strongest men I know would snap after minutes of this kind of treatment." Ozpin
inquired.
"I didn't, for a while at least." Darron explained. "Until I was 8 I kinda just wandered, listening to that demon in particular, and killing anyone who was in my way. Then I got really lucky. I met the only person who just the thought of helped quell the bloodlust deep within me. Like a sanctuary from the dark recess of my own mind."
"And this person would be Blake Belladonna, is that right?" Darron nodded.
"I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't tell her." Ozpin nodded in agreement. "Regardless, you're telling me that one of the most potentially powerful individuals in all of remnant mental sanity rests on one girl." Ozpin concluded.
"Yeah basically." Darron responded.
"Great. The council is going to love this." Ozpin said sarcastically. "Don't worry about it. There are others ways we can control it. This just so happens to be the method that has the greatest positive and negative potential." Darron explained.
"Very well then, I'll be back shortly and we will begin going over your presentation to the Council of Remnant. After a stunt like that, this presentation will determine both of our futures. Oh, by the way. You're expelled." Ozpin said. As he walked Darron called out to him.
"Hey, do tell my team and friends everything. I can't expect them to trust me if I don't trust them. Besides, they deserve to know the truth, especially after what they've been through." Ozpin nodded before leaving the cell, leaving Darron to his own thoughts. A few minutes later Darron heard a tapping from the side of his cell.
"Hey killer, what's shakin." a familiar sarcastic tone came through the wall.
"Well well well, I never realized prison was part of your new fashion line. As you can see I was first in line at the new release." Darron quipped back
"You know I never thought they'd catch you, but then I saw the report on tv. I'm so proud of you." the voiced mocked.
"So Roman, How's life in here? "Darron asked.
"Oh, not too shabby, cable fucking sucks though." Torchwick responded. "So I hear you're going to face the Council. Do you have a plan?"
"Nah, not yet at least, but It's really out of my hands at this point." Darron said.
"Well, I have an idea. I'm currently involved in a 'business venture' and I bet we would be just thrilled to have you along for the ride." Torchwick offered.
"As fun as that sounds. My loyalties are currently tied somewhere else and, quite frankly, the guys love it at Beacon and I have my own reasons for wanting to stay." Darron explained.
"Alright, well if you change your mind you know where to find me." Roman said before falling silent. Roman curled up in one corner of his cell and discreetly pulled out a miniature scroll from
his coat. The scroll rang a few times before a woman picked up on the other end.
"What!" the voice demanded.
"I believe there may be a setback to our plans, but also an amazing opportunity." Torchwick said.
"Hmmmm, go on." the woman instructed. Roman began whispering his information into the scroll so as not to be heard. Once Roman had finished the woman said.
"Very interesting indeed. That does change our plans. Good work Roman." The woman hung up and Roman put away his scroll. And laughed to himself. A high pitched rhythmic beeping was the first thing that Yang heard. As Yang slowly opened her eyes the first thing she registered was the bright lights above her head. Yang squinted until her eyes adjusted. Yang immediately tried to sit up, but
found that her back would not bend. Yang the tried to look down at herself but found that her neck wouldn't bend either. Yang's heart began to race with fear and she stretched out her hands, looking for anything she could use to hold herself together. Yang let out a huge sigh of relief as her hand finally grasped around a hand she immediately could recognize as llister's. The sudden grasp on his hand managed to stir Allister awake from his sleep at Yang's side.
"'Yang?" Allister asked.
"Allister. What happened?" Yang responded.
"You don't remember? There was a fight. A big fight with Darron." Yang thought for a second and suddenly the memories began flooding back. The fight, her back, her hair.
"Oh my god. Allister please get me a mirror?" Yang asked, hysteric. Allister thought about arguing with Yang but decided that it just wouldn't make a difference in the end. Allister stood up and walked over to the small mirror on a nearby counter. Allister picked the mirror up and breathed deeply, knowing what was coming. Allister held the mirror above Yang and allowed her to witness her
own haircut. Tears began to stroll down Yang's face as she reached up and ran her hands through what was left of her golden hair. Allister moved the mirror away and gently stroked Yang's cheek.
"Yang it's ok." Allister tried to console Yang.
"How can it be ok? It's my hair. It's the one thing I've worked on nearly as much as my training." Yang cried.
"Yang… hair grows back, and I promise to be there for every single inch until your luscious mane is restored." Allister said. Allister's comfort seemed to calm Yang down. Yang agan tried to sit up to hug Allister but again found herself unable.
"Al, what's wrong with my back?" Yang asked,
"uh," Allister stalled but was briefly interrupted as a nurse came into the room.
"Oh, miss Xiao Long. You're awake. I'll be right back." The nurse said before disappearing back into the hallway. The nurse promptly returned with the doctor in tow.
"Ah miss Xiao Long, thank heavens you're awake." The doctor said,
"How long was I out?" Yang questioned.
"It's been 2 days, but I'm afraid I have some bad news." the doctor said. Yang looked at the doctor with worry, and Allister rubbed Yang's hand to soothe her.
"During your fight with Darron, you suffered severe damage to your back and spine. All of your vertebrae were broken. Fortunately the spinal cord itself remained mainly intact so there's no
reason to worry about any paralyses. However, small bone fragments have left several small lacerations all along your spinal cord. As a result, once your bones are healed you should suffer chronic back pain, and difficulty doing any type of motion. As a result, it is necessary for you to understand that your future career as a huntress is over." As the doctor finished his explanation Yang's heart dropped,
"No… That can't be possible. Th-there has to be something else we can do." Yang pleaded. The doctor solemnly shook his head. "C'mon there has to be something Please, ANYTHING. This is the only thing I want to do with my life. You can't take this away from me." Yang begged. The doctor looked down sorrowfully.
"I'm sorry." The doctor professed his apologies before leaving the room, the nurse in tow. Yang broke down into uncontrollable sobs that shook her whole body, causing Yang even more pain. Allister reached down and gently wrapped his arms around Yang, pulling her in close. Eventually Yang managed to compose herself and stopped crying. Yang stared at Allister, who continuously stroke at her shortened hair.
"Hey Al, How come you're not in a hospital bed yourself, You fought him just like we did" Yang inquired.
"Actually that's because most of my injuries weren't centered on my back or legs so they are
perfectly fine. I only took some damage to my skull, though I did totally shatter my arm. Fortunately I was able to stop most of the internal bleeding myself thank to my sembl-ohhhh." Allister explained, suddenly having a thought.
"What?" Yang asked.
"Your spine is just damaged right not actually severed?" Allister asked back.
"Yeah why?" Yang answered.
"I have an idea, but first, we need to get you to roll over."
The doctor and nurse were in the next room looking at some other patient when suddenly a large rustling could be heard from the other room. The two medical professionals looked at each other and hurriedly rushed out of the room. The two burst into Yang's room to find Allister trying to roll Yang on to her stomach using only one hand.
"What the hell do you think you're doing." The doctor demanded. Yang and Allister both stopped and looked at the doctor.
"Put her down immediately!" The doctor further demanded. Allister sighed.
"Look, Doc there are only two things that can happen right now. You can help me, and see something amazing, or you can get in my way, which I assure you will end very poorly for you. Make your next
decision wisely." Allister warned. The doctor stood motionless for a moment, contemplating his choices.
"Very well." The doctor conceded. The doctor walked over and began helping Allister to position Yang on her stomach. Once Yang was rolled over Allister began to rub on of his hands gently up and down her back. Yang groaned her back still tender from being broken. Allister hand began to glow with a dull light. Yang's breathing softened as she felt all the pain leave her body. Allister continued this process for a number of minutes before taking his hand away.
"You're going to want to take a sample of her spinal cord." Allister instructed. The doctor looked at Allister curiously, but began to gather the necessary equipment. Once the doctor had finished the procedure he took Allister down to the lab room. On his way out Allister gave Yang's hand one
last loving squeeze, reassuring her. The doctor and Allister walked into the lab and the doctor immediately set up the slide under a microscope. The doctor put his face up to the eyepiece. After the a minute the doctor began to laugh.
"What?" Allister asked, already knowing what is going to be said.
"How did you do this? You've managed to get her nerve cells to move out of the g0 phase and begin reproducing again. This could be the only thing that saves Yang's future as a hunter. Hell, with this we could save hundreds of amputee's." The doctor ranted.
"Whoa, hold up there buddy. I was only able to save Yang's because not all the the nerves were severed. Meaning that enough of them were still working. This power doesn't help amputee's, or anybody who has actually had their spinal cord snapped. There are just some injuries that are
too severe even for me to heal." Allister explained. The doctor took a moment to compose himself, before nodding understandingly.
"Anyways. based on these result and the extent of miss Xiao long's injury. I guess she will be in perfect health in say, 6 months." The doctor estimated. Now Allister started laughing.
"Watch this. I'll do it in 3 weeks." Allister said. The doctor stared at him disbelievingly. Allister just waved and headed out of the lab.
"If you'll excuse me I have a girlfriend to get back to." Allister said as the door shut behind him.
Back in Yang's room she had managed to roll back on to her back, thanks to the resident nurse. Yang looked over as Allister entered the room. Yang smiled as Allister walked over, leaned down and kissed her. During the kiss Yang's eyes opened as she felt something solid wrap around her neck. As Allister pulled away Yang tried to look down as what she felt on her chest. Allister used the mirror to show her the rosary which was linked around her neck.
"What is it?" Yang asked.
"It's from the temple I was raised at. It's a necklace made out of a special type of dust. It allows me to hold and transfer aura within it. As long as you're wearing it all of my aura will be funneled into that necklace, continuously healing you back, until your in beyond perfect condition." Allister answered.
"Wait... Is it safe for you to be walking around without any aura?" Yang asked.
"I'll be perfectly fine my dear. I believe I must go check on our teammates now." Allister stated.
"Hurry back." Yang responded. Yang relaxed as Allister left the room, lovingly feeling Allister's aura seep through the rosary and into her body. In another hospital room Weiss sat in a bed next to Zade. The two were holding hands, rubbing their thumbs against one another's hands amorously. Weiss had tried to kiss Zade earlier, but the wound to her jaw prevented her from doing so.
"Hey, I never asked, what's the update on your leg?" Zade asked.
"It's good. The doctor's say that the majority of the injury has passed and thanks to Allister there won't even be a scar." Weiss said carefully, hoping not to re injure her jaw.
"What about you though, I saw the doctor leave on my way over, any news?" Weiss asked.
"Yeah,not much though. The skin has begun to regrow, They estimate at least 5 months before any active service. Well, that's their estimate before seeing Any of Max's medical equipment. Regrowing this much skin, should take Max's machine, oh 30 hours tops. You're jaw 2 days. your leg 5 days." Zase said.
"Wow, That's amazing." Weiss complemented.
"Yeah unfortunately. Max had the lowest aura reserves of the 4 of us, despite it being nearly 7 times that of the normal person's I also know that while externally, he took very little damage, thanks to Titan, but he took an enormous amount of internal damage. It will be about 3 days before he can move enough to get his machine's back online." Zade continued. Weiss just shrugged. Zade scooted over and patted the bed next to him. Weiss smiled before joining Zade. Unable to wrap her arm
around his torso, Weiss settled for wrapping her arm around his shoulders while she leaned on his shoulder. The two stayed sitting in a comfortable silence until the door opened. Weiss immediately jolted into a sitting position while careful not to damage her injuries as her elder sister Winter entered. Upon Seeing Weiss Winter immediately ran over.
"Weiss!" Winter called out as she stopped in front of her sister.
"Hello Winter. What are you doing here?" Weiss asked.
"You've been seriously injured what do you think I'm doing here.?" Winter said emphatically. Winter was about to continue when suddenly, Zade coughed from behind her. Winter looked over and Weiss's eye's widened.
"Who's that?" Winter asked, both curiously and authoritatively.
"That's Zade he's a team member of Darron's." Weiss responded.
"Oh, So you're a friend of that... murderer." Winter responded, disdain in her voice.
"Yes, I am a friend of that murderer, And I would also like to let you know that that murder is also one of the finest humans I've ever met, despite his obvious occasional flaws. So if you've come here to bad mouth the leader I respect so, I'm going to kindly have to ask you to leave." Zade responded coldly. Winter and Zade stare at one another, until Winter's face broke into a smirk.
"Well, at least he's loyal, I can respect that." Winter said. Weiss sighed in relief, glad that this matter did not escalate.
"Anyway, I just strolled by to see how my baby sister was doing and to commend her for fighting as valiantly as she did against such a daunting foe." Winter explained. Weiss rolled her eyes.
"Winter that's really not necessary." Weiss dismissed.
"Oh, but it is." Winter denied.
"I'm sure that father will have… mixed feelings about your involvement in this incident." Winter continued.
"Like I care." Weiss mumbled inaudible to Winter.
"Well, I must be off. I have some rather delicate business to attend to." Winter proclaimed as she
walked towards the door. "I hope to see you around." Winter said as she and Zade nodded at one another, before Winter exited the room.
"Well, That was fun." Weiss stated as she laid back down next to Zade.
"Hey, what was that you meant about not caring what your father thinks? I know I've never had a good one, or one at all. But shouldn't you be trusting of your father." Zade inquired.
"Well. I guess I never did tell you the full story did I? Me and my father don't necessarily get along. Of course being raised in an extremely affluent household head its perks, but it also had some serious downsides. I could have anything I ever wanted, whenever I wanted it. However, on the downside, friends were particularly hard to come by, and everything, I mean Everything, had to live up to the Schnee name, Everything I did, everything I ate, Everything I wore. It was never quite the perfect childhood everyone thought it was." Zade sat there listening intently. When Weiss was finished, Zade pulled the heiress in close to his side.
"Don't worry about it. You've got plenty of friends now. Friend's who will never let you go." Zade reassured.
"Thanks Zade." Weiss said, lifting her head, already expecting the kiss from Zade. The two stayed in each other's arms thoughts consumed of nothing but each other. Blake woke up alone, again, in her hospital room. Tears rolled down her face as she remembered the events from the night. Blake slowly reached up and tenderly gripped her shoulder. "Darron… What happened to you?" Blake thought sorrowfully to herself as she pulled the blanket up closer. Blake's sense of loneliness and confusion was further emphasized by the fact that Sun hadn't come to visit her since the attack. Despite the numerous times she tried to call him he seemed to act as if nothing was the matter. Blake knew that the rest of the team had visited her and tried to convince Sun to come along but he seemed perfectly fine with living in his own world of denial. As a result Blake laid alone in her dark room, and she cried,
and she cried, and she cried. Cried until her eyes refused to cry anymore, not for her best friend, who had temporarily became a monster, not her teammates, who were hurt trying to help, and especially not for Sun, who fucking neglected her time and time again. Blake was finally starting to understand what Yang was trying to tell her. "But if not Sun then who, who could she possibly go to, She definitely couldn't go back to Adam, back to that fucking place. Darron? No, he's in jail and besides, we're best friends, I doubt any more could be done after what I said to him." Blake thought as she continued to
wallow in her own self pity. Blake was pulled away from her thoughts as the door opened and the doctor entered, turning on the lights.
"Blake, Why are you in the dark?" The doctor asked sympathetically. Blake just rolled away from the doctor reluctant to say anything. The doctor cautiously approached the girl, as she noticed the trays of uneaten food that cluttered the room.
"Blake, You need to eat. It's been 2 days." The doctor said, Blake only pulled herself into a tighter ball. The doctor sat next to Blake on the bed and began to compassionately rub her arm.
"Blake, Whatever the matter is, you can tell me. I am here to help you." The doctor assured Blake.
"I messed up." Blake whispered, just loud enough for the doctor to hear.
"What did you do?" The doctor asked.
"I hurt a friend, a dear friend and paid the consequences." Blake said.
"If you're referring to that Darron boy, then have you tried telling him that you're sorry. Most people don't know but Darron has been here a few times in his time here at beacon. He seems like a rather kind hearted polite individual. I don't know what caused him to act the way he did but I'm sure that there's no way you're responsible for it." The doctor insisted.
"Thank you." Blake whispered as she again tried to bury herself in her covers.
"Well, you must be tired and I need to check on some other patients. Try and get some rest huh" The doctor instructed. Blake laid there, thinking about how much she wanted to talk to Darron just like the old times, until the door opened and Ozpin walked in. Max stood next to his bed, Ruby helping to support his weight, as he worked tirelessly on Titan. Trying to remove most of the dents around Titan's central processor to activate Titan's self repair mechanism was proving more arduous than he had initially anticipated. Max looked down as he heard Ruby groan. Max saw that she was starting to struggle keeping him up.
"It's ok Ruby, You can let me go." Max said. Ruby gently let go of Max and he sat back down on the hospital bed, grimacing at the pain in his abdomen. As Max managed to lay back, Ruby sat in the nearby chair, rubbing the area where Darron had stabbed her with his blade.
"Sorry for making you exert yourself Ruby." Max apologized.
"Oh it's nothing, I don't mind. Besides, You're a dear friend and that is one awesome machine, I'd like to help fix." Ruby responded.
"Yeah, she's quite the beauty, One of two that I know." Max said, forcing Ruby's face to glow red.
"U-UH- How did you outfit Titan with so many weapons and so much ammunition. It shouldn't even be possible?" Ruby asked curiously.
"Compaction dust." Max replied. Ruby just cocked her head to the side, obviously confused.
"I've never heard of that kind of dust before." Ruby said.
"And you never will again." Max answered.
"It's a dust of my own creation. My semblance is a type of control over Dust. It shape itself, and increases and decreases its power to my desire. Because of this dust combat is relatively ineffective against me, but I also lack the physical strength or swordsmanship that Darron, Zade, or Allister have, hence the suit of armor." Max explained.
"Wait, What does that have to do with this new dust though?" Ruby questioned.
"I was just getting to that. Because of my semblance I am able to study dust at deeper levels, subatomic levels even. Because of that I've been working on this for probably my entire life. It's a modified form of lightning Dust. It allows me to change things into pure energy or back into their normal form by using it just like dust. By using It' Titan has a nearly infinite supply of ammunition.
It's also how the same slot in her armor is home to multiple weapons. It also has really cool domestic applications to." Max continued. Ruby stared Wide eyed as Max went on his explanation on how he managed to alter dust to this decree.
"You're awesome." Ruby complimented, still dumbstruck.
"Really now, how awesome." Max asked. Ruby thought for a moment before standing up and walking over to Max, Max looked on at Ruby curiously, until she bent over and placed a kiss on his
lips.
"That awesome." Ruby answered before giggling and hiding her face behind her hands in embarrassment.
"Note to self, Thank Allister and Zade for tips on Women." Max though to himself, as he started to laugh to, unable to stand how cute and shy Ruby was being right now. Their laugh came to an end as the door to their room opened to reveal a poorly kept man with slightly grey hair and red eyes.
"UNCLE QROW!" Ruby squealed as she resisted using her semblance to tackle the old man with all of her muscles.
"Hey Rubes. How are you feeling. I heard about what happened and figured I'd better check on
you before Taiyang gets too worried and comes down here himself. We both know how that turns out." Qrow said as Ruby nodded in agreement.
"Oh, Wow, I want you to meet Max, He's one of Darron's ex teammates and a really good friend of
mine." Ruby introduced as Max waved from the hospital bed. Qrow looked over at the boy and squinted. Qrow started to approach Max, seemingly sizing him up.
"So you're one of those who fought against your own leader?" Qrow asked.
"Yeah. Normally, I'd agree with him on anything, but this time he was so far gone he would definitely have torn us apart should he have been given the chance." Max answered.
"Well, Anyways, I want to thank you for trying to protect Ruby as much as possible at least. I've fought Darron twice before So I know he's not exactly someone who is known for laid down and
submits so easily." Qrow said. Max nodded in understanding. The three stayed in silence until Qrow's eyes wandered upon Titan.
"SO this is the famous Titan, cyborg type weapon." Qrow said clearly impressed.
"Yes sir, here be me best fighter. I've been using him for years know." MAx said, realizing he had slipped to his old voice in his excitement to talk about his weapon. Qrow just chuckled.
"Hey you mind if I take a look at her and maybe help you fix it. I'm pretty good with weapons
myself." Qrow asked.
"Go right ahead." Max said and Qrow set to work on the machine. "Holy shit Zade is going to fucking
freak when he hears about this." Max thought to himself. Ruby walked over and grabbed a hold of Max's hand while the two them watched Qrow resume his work on Titan A few minutes later the three of them were interrupted by professor Ozpin entering the room.
"Hi, professor Ozpin." Ruby greeted cheerfully. Qrow looked up from his work and turned to look at Ozpin,
"Qrow There is a rather sensitive matter I need to discuss with teams RWBY and ENDD." Ozpin implied. Qrow nodded before ruffling Ruby's hair and leaving the room.
"Can you guys hold on a minute while I go roundup the rest of your team. Ruby and Max nodded as Ozpin left the room. Ozpin returned later with Blake, Zade, Weiss, Allister, and Yang in a wheelchair. Once the teams were comfortable Ozpin pulled up a chair across from them.
"I have gathered you here to talk to you guys about Darron." Ozpin said.
"OK what's this about." said Allister.
"I have been conversing with Darron lately, and he feels that it is time for you guys to get an
explanation about what occurred the other night." Ozpin responded.
"Why, Is Darron ok? " Blake demanded.
"He is fine." Ozpin reassured. " I'm about to divulge to you all the secrets that I know of Darron's past and his semblance." This statement immediately drew the attention of the entire group. "Darron, by birth, is to do amazing things, good or bad. He is the son of two of most powerful students. Cassandra Alvarez, the 6th most powerful hunter to ever study under my guidance, and Taryn ross and, the single most brilliant student to ever graduate from beacon academy. Great hunters with great futures, however, they were soon corrupted. I was dispatched to lead a group of the most highly trained hunters to find them after they had dropped off the grid for a few months, and were wanted in a number of murder cases. We managed to track down their hideout and what we found… still gives me nightmares to this day. The hideout itself was very burned, but evidence of satanic rituals and art were evident all over the place. None of this was nearly as terrifying as when I found Taryn's journal. This was more than just a journal. It was a scientific log. Apparently Tyran and Cassandra had had a
son. Darron. Naturally, being the horrible human beings they were decided to begin experimenting. They bathed him in grimm blood, fed him grimm meat and blood. And once he was 3… they started implanting other aura's inside him." The entire group stared on in absolute terror as Ozpin continued. "They used the aura's of other corrupt hunters. By the end it's estimated that Darron had nearly 150 aura's floating around his body, This is the source of the voices in his head. Obviously, this was a traumatizing event, especially for one so young. We believe that Darron may have created another
voice, one far more powerful than all the rest that protects his normal soul from the rest. This is what we believe you face yesterday though still in its incomplete form. I also believe that his semblance is tied to the second voice, Darron's semblance is purely unique to the experiences of his youth. Darron is literally a walking grimm. A manifestation of his and other people's negative feeling. Darron's anger and pain give him grand increases in his physical strength and speed, and produces that crimson fire. Darron's sorrow, and hurt become that dark liquid which you fought against. That liquid is fascinating in it of itself, being practically a brand new element that we have no idea what properties it holds. The best however, is Darron's fear. Darron can search the souls of his enemies for their greatest, deepest, darkest fear. Then Darron can manifest that fear as an illusion or if he really wishes it, to become reality of itself. But as you've seen Darron can only use his semblance at the risk of releasing his own demons upon you. A truly unstoppable power with a truly detrimental payoff. Fortunately Darron managed to seal away the darkest part of his mind, allowing him to regain his humanity." As
Ozpin finished his explanation the group just stared at him wordlessly.
"I-I've known him for years, and yet I never knew he suffered so. I don't deserve to be called his friend." Blake choked out as she began sobbing.
"It's ok Blake, even we had no idea what the hell Darron's past was like." Allister consoled.
"Anyway, I'll leave you to your thoughts. I'm sure that you need some time to reflect on this new information." Ozpin said as he left the group. Teams ENDD and RWBY sat in complete
silence. Allister was the first to speak up.
"Well, I guess if that just got explained I guess we might as well explain everything." Allister admitted.
"Yeah, I was wondering why my uncle had said he had fought you guys before." Ruby agreed.
The rest of Team RWBY looked at team ENDD curiously.
"For the past 6 years we have managed to make are living by becoming the number one group of assassins on the planet." Zade said. Team RWBY reeled back slightly.
"Well… At least that explains the scene at the warehouse." Yang said.
"Yeah and we weren't kidding about the number 1 part. We have 600 completed missions and receive nearly 100 requests a day." Max continued.
"That's not to say we didn't screen every request we got We made sure that every job we took was against someone who truly deserved it. Darron, when he still has his humanity, has a very well defined moral compass. As such we mostly killed other criminals. Our specialty though was corrupt hunters." Allister stepped in.
"D-d-did you ever do request for the White fang?" Blake asked.
"No, absolutely not. We never once took a job from a white fang or schnee dust company official. If we were to kill either it had to come from a true third party source. Never have we done one request for either against the other." Both Weiss and Blake breathed sighs of relief. Suddenly the sound of Ruby's scroll ringing echoed in the room Ruby took her scroll and excused herself to answer it. Once Ruby and left Zade decided to break the ice.
"Well, now that that wonderful piece of knowledge has been imparted on us what should we do, leader."
"Nothing." Allister responded, the emergency leader in case something ever happened to Darron.
"We do nothing, We train, we get stronger, we become monsters in our own right. Darron is fully capable of taking care of himself. He'll be back soon, and what good would we be if we let his problems weigh us all down. He'd hate that. So we move on and get stronger." The rest of the group nodded in agreement with Allisters rousing mini speech.
"Hey guys." Ruby called as she walked back in the room.
"What?" Weiss asked.
"My dad has invited all of us to come and stay with him, since Ozpin is giving us the rest of this week and all of next week off."
"Sounds fun." Blake responded.
"Alright then we leave in three days." Ruby cheered before cringing in pain as stretching her injury. The group laughed before moving to help their teammate. Allister, Zade,and Max looked at each other, knowing that they couldn't wait for this new adventure.