A/N: Hey guy's chapter done 100% by me today and got confirmation from the english head of department at my school that I am a talented writer with bad punctuation. But let me know what you guys think seriously. Read On!

My eyes fluttered open. Something wasn't right.

My sleep had been interrupted. 'By what?' I asked myself. I couldn't see anything in the room. At least I didn't wake up in an alleyway. I could feel pain in my body.

Do you know the theory that if you die in a dream you die in real life? Well that's what I felt like. There was no way my body survived hitting the ground at full force and then having a robot fall on me. Sure I was a crazy son of a bitch sometimes and wouldn't think about my actions, but when shit happens I just go with the flow. So here I was in God knows where lying on a comfy bed, with fluffed up pillows that cushioned my head. If a person could feel clouds, this is what I imagined clouds feeling like. If this was heaven, I was glad I died.

There it was again the noise that woke me, quiet, almost not there. A slight intake of breath. My eyes had now adjusted to the dim light. I could see I was in a room of average size. 'Definitely not my hotel room.' I thought to myself.

I could see through a door there was light, as the light seeped through the gaps under the door. I could see now, that the room was set up in a hospital room type setting. To my right was an iv drip; to my left, a bedside table.

To the side of the room on the right was a seat. Sitting in the seat was a woman I had never seen before. But yet strangely enough she seemed very familiar like the rest of Remnant. The white hair was a dead giveaway, but due to my intolerable pain and dazed, still half-asleep state I couldn't place it.

I tried to move but my body screamed in pain.

A groan escaped my lips. I shut them tight cutting it off halfway. I glanced across towards the sleeping figure, as she stirred in her sleep. I held my breath. My heart beat fast. Then the woman settled back into a calm state of unconsciousness. I released my breath quietly as possible. The sound of the air seemed deafeningly loud. I shut my lips and made a mental note to not open them again. I couldn't move and I couldn't see anything easily. So I decided to do the one thing I could do. Sleep.

*Time skip. The following morning.*

This time the gentle breaths were gone. I could hear a general clamour of noises. None seemed close to the room I was in. I opened an eye. The room was empty. The woman from the night before was absent. I opened the other eye. I was alone. I could feel the sleep on my eyes, and the dryness of my lips.

There was a bowl of water, a glass of water and a cloth on the bedside table.

When I tried to move my hand to reach for the glass. There wasn't as much pain as there was last night. I did notice an empty bag hanging from the IV drip labelled "Morphine". My hand reached forwards. Pain exploding along it as I lifted my arm up to grab the glass. Caught in my concentration of not making a sound. I didn't notice the door open. "Please don't move sir." said a silky voice, that you would expect from an angel.

My actions froze. It was the white haired woman from before. I looked at her. Now it was light I got a good look. She had shoulder length white hair, tucked behind her ears. She had a heart-shaped face; decorated with slight rose red lips, a cute button nose and gorgeous crystal blue eyes. I averted my gaze before I got called up on staring.

"Who are you?" I asked. She laughed.

My face must have shown my confusion because she explained why she laughed. "You asked who I was. Not where am I. Or any of that sort." I understood. I shut my mouth and didn't say anything. "My name is Glace." she said beaming. Her smile seemed to light up the room. My voice cracked when I tried to speak. Glace grabbed the glass and held it up to my lips. I took a drink. Going slow. I read somewhere once that when you are dehydrated, drinking quickly is the worst thing you could do.

I finished the glass of water and tried to speak again. It took a couple of attempts to find my voice. I cleared my throat. The sound filling the silence in the room. Even after the drink my voice was still gruff.

"I'm Justis Killaminjaro. What happened? Where am I?" The questions flooded out of me. Glace just sat there and waited until I had finished.

"You're dead and this is Heaven." Glace said. My heart sunk. So I truly was dead. 'I hope someone is wearing a Grim Reaper costume, standing in the corner, not saying anything.' I thought to myself.

I noticed Glace was smiling like she had just said a huge joke. I couldn't help myself. A grin spread across my face. She got me good. "This is the Atlas Hospital, you were brought here at my command. That was three days ago now. When you were fighting the robot you saved my life, so, in return, I saved yours." She said. I smiled. "Thank you so much." I said but I was thinking 'Three Goddamn days!' The memory of fighting the robot came to me. Skating down the hill, dodging bullets and missiles. Leaping into the air after riding up a ramp. Flying towards the robot at terminal velocity. Time slowed as I pulled the trigger on the revolver I held. Then the crushing sensation as my body hit the ground with Gravity and high Velocity to do me in.

"I thought that was a dream?" I asked aloud.

"Nope, you were like a professional. But for some reason Sergeant James Ironwood was trying to arrest you. I put a stop to him. After all I do belong to the most powerful family in Atlas." 'Crap.' I thought to myself. 'I think I've screwed up.' "My brother and father are coming to visit you later. So let's wash that grubby face of yours" She said grabbing the cloth and dipping it into the bowl of water.

She also trimmed my beard. I had a great deal of facial hair growing. My face was smooth. I almost enjoyed the physical contact between the two of us. Almost. She washed my face with the warm water in the bowl. Then she fed me. This woman was being nice to me and doing things I couldn't. "What were you doing near the robot?" I asked. She didn't answer at first. Then I heard her say, very quietly

"Trying to prove myself." Her voice barely an audible whisper.

I realised that because I took down the robot, and that I had saved her it meant she failed. "Do not worry, once I'm all better I'll help you train and to become stronger." I said, more to make her feel better than anything. "You will? Really?" What did I just walk into? "Of course. You have my word. That is something I will never go back on." Why am I just wading deeper into the ocean, when I can't swim? She surprised me then with a hug. Not really since she is a female and that's what they do. Especially when they become emotional.

It was this awkward stage when three men walked in. The first was a tall broad shouldered man. Sprouting the Schnee trademark white hair and moustache. He looked to be about 40 years old. The second person was a younger version. About twenty and I guessed Glace's brother. The brother was shorter than the father and less broad. The third man was Sergeant James Ironwood. Sprouting his proper rank slide. "Mr Schnee, Master Schnee, Sergeant James." I said nodding to each one in turn.

"This is the runt that saved your life?" Glace's brother asked. I cringed at the word runt. "Leave the room now." The older man ordered. The younger one left without a word. "I wanted to personally thank you for prolonging my daughter's life." He said. 'Prolonging?' I thought. James sat there and glared at me. "I have a proposition." The grumpy looking and sounding old man said. I looked up a keen interest on my face. "My daughter seems to trust you." He said motioning to the fact that Glace was still hugging me. "So I need to hire someone to keep her out of trouble." My smile faded a little bit. Then grew twice as big.

I needed a place to stay. That sort of thing. I think I just found it.

"I'll do it, but I require resources. Food, weapons, and a place to stay." I said giving my conditions. "Done." That one word caused Glace to cry in joy. Startling me. I had forgotten she was still next to me with her arms wrapped around my neck. 'That went better than expected.' I thought. A doctor came into the room, saw the Schnee Dust Company President in there and said that I was about to go into surgery. Something about adding metal braces to my bones to strengthen them so I would be able to be discharged the following morning.

Great. Here comes more pain.

*Time Skip. Following Day*

I walked out of the hospital not a single pain in my body. For the next two weeks my bones were braced with a metal alloy that would be pushed off my bones once they were fully healed. Off and into my bloodstream where they dissolve instantly. I marvelled at the technology.

Glace was waiting for me.

I walked over to her. She gave me a hug and then dragged me to a waiting helicopter type vehicle. Inside we buckled into seats. The helicopter took off. I had given Mr. Schnee a list of weapons I wanted. I was surprised to see I only had one. An M4A1 iron sights carbine assault rifle.

I had checked the weapon three times before slinging it onto my shoulder. 'Can never be too ready.' I cautioned myself. The helicopter touched down. I stepped out and got my first view of the house where I'll be spending some of my time.

It was huge. There were no other words to describe it. Huge. Giant. Massive. Enormous. It was not small in any way, shape or form. The front doors alone were so big you could drive a truck through it. Not that I would want to drive a truck through the front doors of the Schnee mansion. I mean why would I ruin probably my one and only chance to stay in a house this big. Ruin being associated with the most powerful family in Atlas. Don't forget of course being friends with the amazing Glace Schnee. I thought about it now. Glace must be Winter and Weiss' aunty.

'I'm screwed.' I thought to myself.

I wonder if there is a way I can get back to the real world. Or maybe I can't and have to live here until I die. I don't think my life would be terribly long here. Not since, James hates me and I nearly killed myself with a robot. Then I thought 'Meh what the hey, gotta live while you can right?' Glace had noticed my daydream, thoughts miles away, face and grabbed my arm. I shook my head and looked at her. "This way! I'll show you your room! It's right next to mine!" I sighed inside my mind.

Glace raced me down twists and turns of different corridors. I was lost after turning down the first passageway. We went up and down different stairways and I felt like the one time I attempted to run a half marathon.

Eventually we arrived. Glace had stopped right outside a door. "This is my room." She said throwing the door open. She had a super king size bed. A walk in wardrobe. A bathroom. A desk that sprouted several technological masterpieces. And enough floor space to throw confetti around and not cover the floor. A truckload of confetti.

After seeing her room mine looked a little bare. A queen size bed. Desk. Bathroom. And wardrobe (not walk-in). But it was a place to stay and it was free so I wasn't complaining. Glace then walked me out to the main living space. The older Schnee man was there. I hadn't actually caught his name. I also noticed that James was there. 'Does he not have a life?' I asked myself. The Schnee man cleared his throat. "Justis, I believe our business proposition as you know is a very deadly serious one. My daughter is worth a lot of money and i am trusting you to look after her. I have also hired James to train you. I know that what you did was a fluke. Taking down a sergeant of the army. Don't forget that no-one has ever seen you around here before. No records of birth. Nothing. You just appeared out of the blue. So I don't trust you. But it's not up to me." The man said. I listened intently and nodded my head. But I was thinking 'Well, I'm a dead man.' James was smiling at me. "Your first training session begins in an hour."

Well my life might be a whole lot shorter than I thought it might.

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