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I awoke with a groan. Rubbing my eyes I was greeted to an old run down ceiling. It looks like The Happy Thugs were out. Everything was off in the deary bar, that's how I knew.

For the past week I've spent with Robyn's group the more they showed the 'Unhuntress' like acts they've been performing. With my hand of course. I mean who dosen't like robbing the strongest military of their food rations.

We've been feeding the homeless and less fortunate of Mantle. At this rate Ironwoods dogs should descend on us. 'Maybe rouge huntresses aren't a concern?'

That would explain why people like Tyrian ran rampant in Atlas~Ahem~Mantle. I've already been forced to bisect a deranged man at the waist. His aura did little to nothing to stop United.

Should it have affected me? Yes. Did it? Very little. The only thing that bothered me was the fact I did it with my own two hands, in person. Not far away with rounds the size of beer bottles.

I threw up a little. I needed to leave Mantle soon before another thing in me snaps. And then I start liking slaughtering random men. 'Who fuckn knew what this worlds done to me'

With a shudder I stood from the couch, I then made my way to a ricked table and unceremoniously dropped United on it. Ruby would kill me, after seeing me treat my weapon with such care.

Shrugging I began to remove parts and polish and clean them. Oh. It also came to my attention that my godsend semblance is a party trick more or less.

Or I just can't use it. The damn thing just flickers like a candle. Or it sparks and fizzles me back to being seen.

When I questioned May she told me: "It seems like a case of soul-Aura dysfunction." Was my soul fucked with?

Because even Qrow raised a brow at my Aura violently lashing out at his, when he made it visible. It's like I was a stranger in their world huh?

I opted to worry and not worry about it. My solution was to get deadbeat drunk. And subsequently harassed by a skinny old man in a bar. I didn't think someone's body could be revolted as much as mine was.

I smirked as I reattached United's blade back to its extended hilt/haft. 'Thank the ancients I still like girls'

I don't think my dwindling masculinity could've handled that blow. Now onto my seventh hundredth attempt at getting my bastard assed semblance to work. With a click United left the greasy table. The familiar and comforting whirring that graced my ears was a blessing.

And with a finale click United retired to sword form. I twirled it around on my fingers and then sheathed in on my back.

I then focused on my aura and drew for my semblance. Making sure to keep my hands in sight. I glowed like all the other times. Shortly after my hands begin to fade. I felt a twinge of pain in my chest and with a crack I was fully visible once again.

'What the fuck! IT worked BEFORE' Gasping for air. I watched in barely contained shock as my cyan Aura seemed to flicker across my forearms. It was holey and looked weak.

So the soul fuckery was able to protect me but couldn't project itself. Neat.

I'm an all seeing man turned girl in a mostly unfamiliar show and world. With a non-functioning boon that could help me dearly. I mean yes the A10 is possibly a bigger boon. But from that Cruser lighting me up like A new years Christmas Tree.

I wasn't so confident in its stalwart fix all card I thought it was. I barely escaped. Without those countermeasures I would've been a black. Roasty crater in a mountain. Scratch that. A VERY ROASTED CRATER.

Speaking of the A10. I was able to push the damn thing closer to Mantle's border. Near a rundown shack.

Now that I was thinking back on that, I had a 110% chance of getting eaten. I could see the shadows of grim trailing me. And what I thought was a hooded man. I took pot shots with my 45. It didn't do shit at the rage the grim where at but it made me happy and put up an illusion of security, that I sucked up like a turbo.

And like a ghost the silhouette of the dude was gone. It freaked me out to no end. That's the second time I felt I needed my trousers changed.

Little did I know. I should've left Atlas that day.

I cursed my semblance. As the door to Mantles streets was opened. I flinched. "Still acting like a street kitten?" It was May that spoke. She trailed behind Robyn like a loyal sentry.

"That's racist" was my comeback. She snorted and shook her head. Turns out they identified me as a faunus when I passed out. And they confirmed my animal trait as a panther. Yeah I was a big cat.

Unlike Blake I was a larger and more dangerous cat. Like her father I suppose who was a puma.

"Shino" Robyn addressed me next. "Yes?" I inquired. She sounded serious. More so than usual.

"You need to leave" I opened my mouth to question her. "Ironwood knows you're here, Whatever you did must've been bad" May blew a lock of hair from her face. And shoved forward A piece of parchment.

Robyn jumped in again. "Get out of here. The Ace ops are on their way" I made a squeak when I looked over the paper.

It read:

Wanted.

Name: Shino Branwen

It then gave a small but precise description of me. And it further explained me, my weapon and my choice of clothing.

It looked more like a missing person's report more than a wanted poster. The image on the front was cropped from the family picture I was in.

A Confident smirk donned my face as I looked at the camera. I whistled 'they worked fast' Not even a month and Qrow and the Ozluminatie was breathing down my neck.

Little did I know….

"Shit" I cussed. Making eye contact with the other girls. "I gotta run, thanks for the warning" May had a light smile break across her face while Robyn's expression softened.

"Come back in one piece" I started towards the door "I always do" I quipped. I channeled my aura and zipped down the frozen streets. With a slam the door shut behind me.

I wouldn't see them again for quite a while…

At the speed of 'fast as fuck' I zoomed down the steets and ran smack dab into a white uniformed chad of a man. Knocking down Clover at the speed of a bus wasn't fun. But I recovered in time to duck under futuristic cuffs.

"Missed" Much like Qrow I cockaly and sarcastically grinned at the brown haired chad. "Is it that time again?" Clover peered at me when Harriet appeared next to him. My grin slipped off my face. I looked between the two hunters.

"Please surrender Miss" , always the gentleman. I silently drew United and rested a shaking hand on the 45.

The smaller of the two huntsman lowered herself into a sprinter's rest. "I heard the drunk trained you" I glared at the magenta eyed hothead. "Whatzit to you dyke?" Hey she insulted Qrow.

"Harriet" Clover attempted to reprimand her. But my words enraged the woman. 'Hope this works' I sarcastically brought my .45 up in a loose salute. My posture shifted to match Harriet's.

"Chow!" fast as lighting My .45 left the salute and I squeezed off two rounds. My semblance flickered me out of sight. My chest started hurting again. It was like cold Iron being stabbed into my lungs. But my semblance held.

Even as Harriet zoomed by me. Clover looked the area over. "Great" he said to himself all air of professionalism gone. He took a breath.

Pressing his index finger to the ear piece in his left ear. "Sir, we had eyes on Miss Branwen. But she disappeared in a flash after provoking Harriet" He seemed to listen to who I assume is Ironwood.

I slowly backed down an alleyway. "Invisibility semblance?" I heard him Question. "That's rare"

Clover gave the ear piece a clipped "yes, sir" I broke off in a dead sprint towards the walls. 'Jigs up!'

The pain fueled adrenalin served me well. Even with my chest feeling like fire. I slid around a corner. As the bondage cuffs of doom clattered against the wall.

Around the next one and into the street entrance was this dumptruck of a woman. Elm waited, big ass hammer in grasp. I hope Qrow's training doesn't fail me now.

I arrested my momentum. And side stepped her swing. I popped off a few rounds into her exposed shoulder. And leaped over her low strike. Chest now furiously burning I grabbed the edge of the roof. And pulled myself up.

"She's fast" Elm shouted. 'Heh. Marrow's waiting for me' He opened his mouth. "Fucker!"

"STAY" I froze. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuck. Luckily an arrow bounced off his shoulder. Robyn broke his concentration. With his lasp in semblance I Plugged off the remaining ammo in my 45 off at the huntsman.

My bullets bounced off his aura. I made my dash towards him Untied in a reverse grip. Like Qrow I fainted. My large obvious strike and opted to Connect my snowy boot to his forearm.

The snow, Ice and muddy water splashed into his face. Drawing on my semblance which made me stumble and slip on ice. But hey I became invisible again. It caused me great pain. An also allowed for me to dip the fuck outta the area.

I let Robyn enter the scuffle while I ran. With a Metallic scree. United slowed my fall from the roof. The wall came into view Even as I stumbled. 'If Robyn wasn't there the ace ops woulda ate me alive'

After all, they are as terrifying as Qrow. Together that is. I plunged my sword into the outer wall and channeled my rapidly depleting Aura into my legs.

With a hop that cracked concrete. My hair billowed behind me when gravity none too gently took a grasp of my body and I plummeted.

A two story drop awaited me. Grim too apparently. Six sabers waited below. I chuckled. It was a small but bitter one as I shifter United into scythe/sickle form. Landing on the Loin like grim. I dug my heel into its mask.

With a crack it shattered. Killing it. I hastily reloaded .45 As I kept back. As they. The sorry Dumbasses dog piled their fading buddy. Lining up the handgun with the top one I pulled the trigger. Four dust rounds explode off its head and torso.

That's two down. My aura was low enough that if they got a shot in it would shatter. 'Run I shall'

I turned and bolted towards the A10's direction. Pumping my legs as fast as they'd allow. Infusing aura to go faster.

My chest really hurts now. Pointing the pistol behind me I fired until it ran dry. I pulled my second to last mag out of my pocket. I fingered the mag release. The 45 ejected the spent mag like yesterday's trash.

Stuffing the fresh one in. A10 in sight. I stopped running and let the momentum and Ice slide me forward.

I pivoted and Fired. That's three the grim greedily took my bullets. Even as one fell another took its place.

This one had a brain though as it weaves. Causing me to miss the rest of my bullets. Cursing I put the gun in its holster. United found my other hand. Just as the Sabertooth jumped at me with a ferocious roar.

I took it like a champ. The dumbass just jumped on my blade. Four.

The other two slowed. A manic giggle graced my ears. As a wrist blade dug into my back. "Ah-" my aura shattered. The blade shredded through my shirt and the coat I wore. I was sent sprawling. Thankfully it did nothing else.

I spun around in time to catch another swing. I slid back. 'Tyrain!" My gaze hardened at the scorpion faunus. As he grinned. "The Queen requests" He licked his lips. Dropping low. He giggled. "With you~"

The two remaining Sabertooths took positions at my flanks. I trailed my gaze to the A10. It had a net wrapped around its hull. Hazel's large figure awaited near the nose of my plane.

I responded with sarcasm "What loony bin, You'd come from?" I'm in deep shit. Tyrian stood straight in a flash. "That hurts" Another less than sane look graced his face.

Trying to intimidate him with my own bat shit insane look. With a mild manic ungenuine grin broke my face.

"Good~" I purred. It seemed to turn him on. 'WroNG FUCKN BUtton!'

He was dead silent. 'Out with a bang' summarized my next action. I charged. United shifted to sword form.

His laughter echoed. As he met my charge head on. He was too fast. We exchanged blow after blow before his speed was too much and I paid for it in full.

Batting United to the side with his left blade he brought his other one from narnia. It slashed across my right cheek. Trailing a big line of red from the bottom of my jaw to the top of my eye brow.

My blood curdling scream was stopped short when his kick found refuge in my gut. Gasping for air with my right eye sealed shut from the crimson liquid dribbled into the snow.

In my pain I snarled and held United Point first at his head. "You'll be a fun one" I coughed blood. I think he broke something.

He relaxed and snapped his fingers. The grim! The two were on me in an instant. Whiling United around I managed to catch one. The other not so much.

The grim tore into my back and sides. It aimed to disable, not kill. It clamped down on my leg and pulled.

I lost my leverage. My head cracked against the Ice as the second Sabertooth pinned my arm.

I saw stars. The last thing I heard was gleeful laughter before a force met the side of my head like a semi.

Darkness.

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I awoke being dragged through Mami Salami's fun house. I recognised the glass and the red sky. The architecture looked like a emo's wet dream. Paired with the classic 'bad guy' look.

Hazel was my current transportation. Holding my dainty feet in one of his meaty hands. The lunatic was humming gleefully a few paces ahead of the giant. 'I should've deleted this fucking eye sore, The whole FUCKEN castle the day I arrived into this shit hole'

Yes I was beyond pissed, terrified and bleeding. We made it to the large black and imposing double doors.

The pool of dread in my stomach increased ten fold. Looney Bin threw the doors. "My Queen. We received this package like you asked of us"

"Excellent" The Queen of darkness purred. Her tone was slow and deliberate. "Your one fugly bitch" Came my scathing retort.

Tyrian was near me in a dash. "You DARE" bending down his hands clasped around my throat. Yanking me free of Hazel's grip. "YOU DISRESPECT THE GODDESS?!" I choked as he spun me around violently. Spreading my precious life fluids around the room.

I weakly brought my cold hands up to his wrists. "CALLOWS" the room shook. I was dropped in a heartbeat and I landed on the marble floor.

My mauled legs screamed in agony as they failed to support my weight. I didn't dare make a noise. Even as I dropped and made friends with the floor. "My Goddess! Let me punish her for disrespecting your magnificence!"

My Sight blurred. My one good eye was lit with pure fury. "Cunt" I snarled out. My body was running on pure adrenaline and anger.

The White Witch appeared in front of me. "Silence, Foolish girl." It wasn't a request. It was an order.

I bit back my retort. Salem turned to Hazel. Eye's glowing a benevolent red. "Patch the only vital wounds"

She paused to eye me up. "And make her well acquainted with her cell" Calmly walking back to her throne.

"Like the two before her, She will be questioned" Hazel nodded "Yes ma'am" Turning on his heel. He once again took a hold on my battered legs and drug me with him.

The trek was a blur, along with the patching of my fatal wounds. Then after an unknown amount of time I was thrown into a room. Then the smell hit me.

I was almost completely Brought back to reality. I took in the room. It was dark. My faunus eyes helped somewhat. A little too well. I nearly threw up when my eye drank in the rest of the room.

The smell made sense. In the wooden chair in front of me was a pilot from….Earth?

The long dead man had the USSR flag on his right shoulder. He was in his flight suit. My eye rekindled with rage. "COMMIE BASTARD" I jumped to stand but my legs gave out and I tumbled Straight past the dead and tortured man.

I landed in more grime. Blood and other unknown things caked my front. Then I saw muddled and stained White.

Huddled in the far corner was another tortured soul. Black and red long hair flooded out from the bloodied hood.

"Summer?" I trembled. The woman jumped at her name. Peering out from the hood. I got a real good look of her.

'Oh gods, I'm going to be sick' Summer was missing one eye. Her left hand And the only thing that covered most of her form was the white cloak.

She was starved. Her cheeks were sunken in. the bones that made up her face were all fully visible.

I trailed my eyes down the opening in the cloak. Her torso was littered with scars, fresh cuts and it was bruised and burnt. Hazel's work I noted.

The Oscar torture scene appeared. Summer also had a jagged scar trailing down her face. Like mine but hers looked like it was done by a large cat. Or someone's nails.

Speaking of nails, her remaining hand didn't have those either. She coughed "You know me?"

Her voice was haggard. It was desperate. My tail wrapped around my waist in comfort as I painfully drug myself to rest against the wall adjacent to my cell mate. "Yeah" I muttered.

"How?" Summer croaked. Her singular silver eye glowed. "Qrow" Was all I said. She relaxed slightly then coughs wrecked her body.

"Qrow" She whimpered. "How do you know him?" She asked. Slowly her voice faded and cracked even more so after her coughing.

I brought my hand to one of my breast pockets. The secondary copy I made of our family picture was firmly in place.

I wordlessly pulled it out and learned to pass it to the woman. I then produced a lighter and flicked it on for light. 'They only took my weapons, They should've taken everything'

Her eye filled with tears. "I'm Qrow's adopted daughter" She reached out and plucked the picture from my bloody hand.

"My girls" She wept out. Ten to twelve years she's been tortured. She never lost her spirit. In the dim light I took a better gander at the damp hole we were in. several bodies layen strewn about the room.

Another Russian pilot laid sprawled out. She had her legs missing. The man on the chair was tortured to death while she was just brutalised and left to bleed out.

She was a faunus as well. 'I wasn't the only one whose body was swapped' I Winced as my world grew dark. 'Salem did this' I was losing the battle with conscience. 'Voodoo' my mind helpfully supplied before I blacked out.

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Summer and I became quick friends in the time I spent in there getting tortured. Beat and questioned.

It was mostly Tyrian and Hazel whom did most the torturing. Salem paid us a visit just to do horrendous things to Summer. Sometimes she'd force me to help. Why? You may ask. Because I haven't cracked and told her about Earth.

The world she used a fuck ton of her magic to pull me and the dead Russians. She was really invested in breaking the information out of me.

The world's defenses. Main powers. Population. The list trails onward. Long ago I would've cracked but Summer was my beacon of power and my saving angel.

Months passed. And the sessions became more frequent. One notable day Summer was forced to deal damage to me. Like I did her.

That day my tail was sliced up like a thanksgiving turkey. I screamed tell I couldn't produce noise.

Summer wept and apologized profusely that night.

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At six total months in, they stopped asking questions. It was like that for a month. Summer and I would get our barely edible food. And like that we were left to be broken together.

Tyrian stopped paying us visits for a month. Hazel was our main torturer. He just beat us.

I briefly noted Beacon probably fell some time ago. I was beginning to accept my fate. Summer argued otherwise. I was numb at this point.

The eighth month passed into the ninth. We saw our first twinkle of escape. Summer and I took that window and went with it.

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The seer outside the cell door crackled. "Rainhart, come to me immediately" His fist smashed into my gut one last time. I swayed on the chain I hung from. Dripping blood onto the floor, He yanked me off the hook and let me fall knees first to the ground.

My aura fizzled angrily as it shattered again. In his rush Hazel left the cell door cracked open. Summer's eye twinkled. Her damaged form pulled me onto my feet. My legs healed a while ago. The marred skin was up and down both legs.

Claws, teeth and Tyrians blades all marred my body. My tail hung limply; it had patches of white fur. Marking the damage beneath.

Summer sported more scars. No part of either of us was left untouched. We didn't get raped(Although I was waiting for sexual abuse)

I didn't look much better than my companion. I was just not missing anything. Salem and her loyal goon loved scarring us though. "Summer?" I called. "Shh" I then noticed the ajar door.

I saw the agreement pass through her eye. We escape or die trying, echoed within our souls. I watched in awe. My aura seemed to flare out and back into its normal state.

'Clearly its done with this shit' Summer pulled me through the barren hallways. We wandered aimlessly and it was under pure luck we stumbled into a very open space. Newer addition to the Fun House.

Then for the first time in a Year I laid my tired eyes on a big hunk of american engineering. The A10 sat untouched and intact.

Gaining the strength to walk on my own I pulled a gawking Summer with me. Every step was more frantic than the last. I felt a gash open but I didn't care.

Freedom was right there! Summer's grin was a strange sight as I shakily climbed onto the A10's wing. And offered her my hand. I couldn't help but grin back as I lifted her onto the wing.

She never smiled. My clumsy fingers found the canopy ridges. With all my strength I pushed it open.

I all but dove into the seat. I didn't give a fuck about Summer or my modesty As I yanked the older woman into my lap. Our clothing was all shredded. She was only in a torn skirt and leggings.

I lacked mine and had on my ripped trousers. The .45 and United rested on the floor boards. My brain stalled. 'Hazel?' Summer sat in my lap. "Lets go" I nodded and gave a unsure "Okay"

Pulling the cockpit down I started the procedure of firing up the old war bird.

With a rumble the engines whined and then roared. 'Good thing bitch left a unfinished wall here'

I blasted through the opening and the A10's tires struck dirt. I pushed more fuel into the engines.

There was plenty of room for me to get up to optimal speed. Then I pulled up and I was airborne. Summer let out another choked sob. Gaining altitude rapidly, I asked her an important question. "Shall I leave the witch a parting gift?"

Summer grinned. It was a bloodthirsty smile that I mirrored. "Yes!" I nodded. "No matter your answer I was gonna kick that bitch where it hurt" Banking back towards Salem's fun house.

I lined up for a standard Strike. "We signed our death warrant anyway" I dipped the nose down and pressed the fire button. I gave her hell. Summer and I raised that castle. A solid hour was spent raking the A10's cannons across that damned place.

A singular bullhead pulled away from the ruins of the castle. It was Hazel. He probably help in our escape so I ignored the slow white Vtol.

Swiftly I turned the A10 east. Despite me being non flight worthy as a drunk man. I still flew just very erratically. Summer helped. As much as she could. Both of us could barely fly.

Beacon fell already. It had to of. I needed to find the main cast. Perhaps I should drop summer off at patch. A day's worth of close calls and other fuckery as A crippled huntress and a half dead teenager piloted a one man jet together.

I spitefully shot down every flying grim I could spot. Nevermores Those bigass wasp things..

My jaw dropped. We were at a floating rock structure. My eyes widening further when I spotted a certain ship evasively moving as dust attacks of all sorts spewed from its rear.

I wanted to fly in and help. But Yang needed to find Weiss at Ravens camp for the battle of Haven. So begrudgingly I continued the course.

I speed off east, Patch here I come.

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A/N

I avoided making a 7 chapter long scene of straight torture. Because it was one of my pet peeves

People sometimes make their books with so much torture it just gets old.

On another note. I believe I portrayed Salem adequately enough. I'm excited to write the next chapter.

Reviews are welcome and appreciated. As always. It's 6 am and I've stayed up all night bringing this chapter to existence.

Thanks for the support. LL14, outta this bitch. Tel chapter 8