Fires burned within the camp, bandits screamed and wailed into the night. They weren't prepared for it, how could they? How could anyone prepare for a massacre of such magnitude?

They had overrun a small town during the day, the town's folk barely fought back, just how they liked it. They had taken hostages they would either ransom or just sell as slaves to some less than moral buyers. They knew a bounty was placed on them for their crimes, but they weren't scared. Not of death anyway, Huntsmen and Huntresses were too 'noble' to kill any of them. They'd just be sent to a prison, break out and start the tribe up again.

Then IT came. Breaking down one of their camp walls and charging into battle like a rabid beast of war. They had figured it had come for the bounty, 100 Lien per head alive. That's what people usually came for. But what it wanted...

WAS BLOOD

It began tearing into the bandits with a fury they had not seen since the GRIMM, it's mad cackling ringing out with every swing of it's bloodied tool, sparing none that would stand in the way of it's serrated might. A bandit had attempted to sneak up on the intruder and plant his dagger within it's back. He raised his fist, dagger clenched tightly within his fingers, before bringing it down with all of his strength. The dagger met flesh as it sunk into the monster's back. Smiling in arrogance the bandit thought it wise to taunt the beast, that was stumbling forward roaring in pain.

"How did you like that freak?! Not so fun when you're the one bleeding huh!?"

He asked in hysteric pride, ready to claim this monster's weapon as a trophy. Until the pained roars turned to howls of laughter as the masked murderer turned with a wild glee yet deep seated hatred in his only visible eye.

"I CAN SMELL YOUR LUNGS! I'LL FILL THEM WITH TEETH!"

He roared before charging his screaming victim. A left hook, caused the bandit to stumble, disoriented, it gave the madman a chance to bring his beloved axe down, digging a deep vertical gash down along the bandit's chest. The bandit looked down at his body, squirting blood like fountain. But the madman was not quite done. Throwing his axe down, it's blade embedded into the muddy ground, the Psycho dug his fingers into the gaping wound before pulling his hands away from each other. Skinning the bandit's torso in one move. The bandit shortly collapsed dead, his ribcage and organs on full display, his skin remaining parted like a bloodied jacket with a broken zipper.

Some of his best work if he had to boast. It's not every day he gets the chance to add a personal touch to his maiming.

He had been wondering where to go next when he heard a quiet, choppy noise. Like the dying breaths of someone being strangled.

Looking to his left, he saw a small child. Curled up and sobbing against one of the still standing structures the bandits had been using for a storage depot. She stared at him with a fear for her life. Likely a left over the bandits didn't care for enough to take with them when the few that were left ran away while they still could. She wore a tattered dress with no shoes, and several cuts and bruises along her thin frame. Not a member, a prisoner. The thought of it filled him with a barely contained fury.

Picking up his axe, he made his way toward the child. She was a small thing, very thin and couldn't have been older than 6.

There was a strange fuzzy feeling in the back of his mind. It had been happening more lately. Upon reaching the girl the fuzzy feeling turned into a blinding pain. Like something was trying to claw it's way out of his skull. He struggled for a moment, clutching his skull in hopes of smothering the feeling to death. Eventually he found his strength again and knelt down in front of her, reaching into his back pocket.

"SCREAM AT DUSK WHEN WE HAND OUT THE GILDED GUTS"

He grumbled as he rummaged around in his pocket.

Finding what he was looking for, Krieg presented the child with a small, dark brown teddy bear that looked as though it had seen better days. One of it's eyes was missing and there were several patches of different fabrics to repair damage to the bear giving it a mismatched appearance. Holding the bear toward her with an open hand, Krieg waited patiently for her to accept the stuffed animal.

"CAGE THE BEAST!"

He yelled excitedly. It did not surprise him when she trembled further into the wall. So he knelt there, silently. It took a while, but eventually, the girl timidly reached out and gently took hold of the stuffed animal before bringing it to her chest in a tight hug. Afterwards, he stood back up to his full height before turning to make his way out of the campsite.

"W-wait!" The little girl cried out, causing the mad man to turn back to see her standing, tears threatening to fall and clutching the bear as if it was the only safe thing in the world for her. "M-my mommy and daddy are still here... T-the bad men took them into the caves." She spoke in almost a whisper, as if she spoke any louder something would come to get her.

"MALICIOUS MATRIMONY. WHERE IS THE AFTER PARTY!?"

He desperately wanted to know, if he could continue the fight? Great! If he could save this girl's parents? Even better!

She did not understand just about anything he said, but she held her hope with an iron grip.

"T-the caves are that way, t-they aren't too f-far." She pointed down to the edge of a small cliff, where below were even more bandits, dozens more were going about their night. Drinking, laughing and torturing their captives.

The man's blood ran hot at this sight, and the fuzzy feeling was back. It almost sounded... like a voice... a whisper being carried in a raging storm.

Taking people prisoner... splitting parents from their children...

They have to die...

ALL OF THEM!

"Mister Krieg!"

A voice rang out, causing the snoozing psycho to jolt awake, immediately rising to his feet before jumping upon his desk where his head was once rested.

"THE WICKED WITCH IN WICKED WINDS DID NOT SEE THE DEADLY DWELLING!"

He howled in his daze. It was then he remembered he was at the front desk of a classroom, sat at his side was team RWBY. Ruby and Yang found it hard to hide their laughs, but they managed. Even Blake wore a small smirk. Weiss however, face palmed at the Psycho's behaviour.

"Did you sleep well?" Glynda asked, clearly agitated at having to stop her teaching for such a ridiculous reason.

"MY PALACE IS UNDER SIEGE! WHERE IS THE CAVALRY!?"

Glynda was not amused. This was not the first time he tried to sleep through her class. It would not be the last. After all, she never let him fight the others, why should they get all of the fun?

Because you take it too far

"BREAK DOWN THE BORDERS! THERE IS GRASS TO DROWN RED!"

The students looked to him in confusion. It had been awhile since he began taking lessons with him but his crazed ramblings did not become any clearer. It didn't help that in some cases he would give a response to something that was never said.

"Now that you are awake, please go to Ozpin's office. He had requested to meet with you regarding an assignment that he has."

Krieg really couldn't be bothered. So far, all the old guy wanted with him was to talk about his brain and his past. Krieg just talked in circles to avoid answering them, not that Ozpin would understand anyway. Why did Ozpin want to know his past anyway? Krieg himself didn't even want to know. What concerned the mad man however, was that Ozpin was trying to talk to The Voice. How the hell did he know about it!? Why does he want to talk to it?! What is he up to?!

Wasting his time? I'm pretty sure he doesn't even know I'm here.

"TWIST THE KNIFE IN MY SPINE" He growled to himself. He didn't want to go, but Ozpin had a knack for pestering him about these things.

Krieg began making his way to the office, stepping into the elevator and heading up. It was incredibly boring. No music, no movie and no snacks. Sure it was an elevator but he would've at least liked to have been offered a mint or something.

He used this time to reflect in what he has gone through so far. A rare thing for him to do. It had been... well he didn't actually know how long, he stopped keeping track of time the first time he saw the sun be swallowed by the horizon.

He had not built up a very good reputation with the teachers, he would constantly yell at them or just sleep through the lessons. Any work they tried to get him to do was either torn up or had scribbles on them.

He had made friends though. Team RWBY and JNPR to be exact. They were strange, just like him. His best friend however was Ruby. No matter what was going on, how he acted or what he said, she was always nice to him. She has also been trying to teach him how to talk better between lessons or during lunch. Results have been... slow. Still, she has an iron will and it seems like she isn't going to give up any time soon. She even seems to be picking up a little psycho herself. It still takes some effort for her to figure it out though.

Goldilocks' name is Yang. Apparently Ruby's sister, though he had no idea how when they looked nothing alike. Blake was nice... well she was quiet but at least she didn't call him names.

Then there was Snow White. Weiss. While she didn't do it as often, she still called him a dolt. Granted, Krieg had no clue what a dolt was, but what are you gonna do right? Overall, they were good people. Sure there had been some incidents. Jaune had been blackmailed by some guy with a loud mouth, Krieg made sure to pay him a visit after their trip to that lovely blood forest for a surprise dentist appointment. Krieg didn't know much about love, but he was pretty sure that Pyrahh liked Jaune romantically. Too bad Jaune is as blind as Krieg's right eye. It also turns out that Blake is actually a kitty cat, he did not see that coming.

He found out when team RWBY got back from a very fun looking tea party. He was quite upset that they hadn't invited him however. They even went in fancy dress clothes. He loved those! He would have also loved to fight one of those giant robots again. He was surprised Atlas built another so fast after he finished the last one. Maybe I'll tell you about it some time.

Nora is someone else he met, quite small but oh boy. She was an explosive delight. While she couldn't understand him the normal way, she could understand him spiritually and they both had an appreciation for excessive... Anything.

Ren was... Ren. Quiet yet deadly. Krieg didn't know how he felt about that.

Pyrrah was strange. Krieg knew she was a big shot fighter from somewhere but she didn't have a scratch on her. It didn't help his confusion that she hadn't been hit since they got here.

Most of Krieg's time was spent in either lessons that he refused to wear a uniform for, sit still in or do homework for. He did not sign up for that crap. But there were times when Ozpin would send him on missions to fight things. It was mostly large infestations if GRIMM. The doggies, the bears, the birds, the bugs and snakes sometimes too. It was fun.

Reaching Ozpin's office, Krieg stepped out of the elevator. Ozpin himself facing the window behind his desk, tapping buttons on his fancy glowing rectangle.

"LAND HO! DESIRE BURNS DEEP IN YOUR VEINS. I'LL TEAR THEM OPEN AND DRINK IT DOWN."

The Psycho growled out to the old man. Whatever Ozpin was doing on that screen could wait.

"Ah, Krieg. I'm glad you could make it. I assume you are wondering what it is I need your help with? An associate of mine, General Ironwood of the Atlas military has requested assistance in the transportation of a large quantity of dust and armaments for his military. He has sent out his best operatives to deal with a massive horde of GRIMM, to compensate, he has requested for me to send in an able body to help.

"I'VE RIPPED OPEN MY SKULL BUT CAN'T FIND THE PRIZE!"

"Quite. That is where you come in, I am already wearing my Huntsmen a little too thin for my liking around Vale. That is why I want you to go to Atlas and assist in the transport."

"STRIP THE SKIN FROM MY SOLES AND NAIL THEM TO DISTAIN."

He grumbled to old man and turned to leave. He wasn't a babysitter for anyone. But Atlas? Those jerks have been trying to kill him for years, he wasn't about to get friendly with them.

"I understand. I suppose I should find another candidate to be the train's conductor then."

There was a long silence as Krieg paused, mid-step, facing away from Ozpin.

Slowly turning around, Krieg focused his gaze back onto Ozpin, almost trying to bore a hole through him with his gaze alone.

"YOUR TONGUE IS RAW. CHAR IT BEFORE SERVING." He demanded, confused at what the Headmaster meant.

"Did I forget to mention? The transport vehicle chosen, is a train. Quite a large one too. Fast, strong and heavily armoured. The only thing it needed was a conductor. But if you do not wish to-"

Grabbing Ozpin by the shoulders, Krieg began to shake him back and forth in a gleeful frenzy. Why didn't he lead with that?

"ALL ABOARD THE PSYCHO EXPRESS!"

Well, this won't be a disaster at all

Krieg wasn't quite sure how long it had been after getting on the bullhead. He just knew that, at some point after beginning to cross an ocean, the excitement wore off briefly and he fell asleep. When he woke, he was still in the air and it was a lot colder. He didn't mind though, if he was meant to be cold, then cold he would be.

"BOILED UNTIL SCALDING OR FRESH FROM THE FREEZER... I'LL EAT IT ALL!"

He mused, making the pilot uncomfortable. Krieg had made a game in his time among 'normal' people. Sometimes he would just talk out loud for no reason just to see people's reactions. It was always funny. Krieg felt his stomach churn for a moment, they were going down now.

"Get ready, we're landing. You'll be met by an Atlas officer, Winter Schnee. She was also assigned to this mission."

Hang on a minute, Ozpin never mentioned someone else.

"CRUSH THE PACK! THIS CAMPAIGN IS ONE PLAYER ONLY!"

Should've seen this coming. There was no way he was going to trust us alone. He wants someone to keep watch of us.

The Voice said, clearly annoyed that he was not given all of the information.

Upon landing, Krieg made his way to the cockpit of the bullhead before reaching into one of his pockets and pulling out an object wrapped in a dirty cloth before handing it to the pilot.

"A TIP FOR YOUR TROUBLE."

He said, offering no further explanation before making his way from the bullhead, eager to greet his new train. Just as the bullhead door closed however, Krieg barely heard a muffled scream as the pilot worked up the courage to unwrap his 'tip' only to find a severed human finger. The Psycho was happy the pilot was so excited about his gift.

Making his way to the tracks, Krieg saw the most beautiful sight he had ever beheld. A true behemoth of a train stood tall and strong on the tracks. Thick plated armour from front to back, a sleek form yet clearly meant for power. The Psycho had scarcely seen such splendour from a vehicle.

"Halt! Are you the assistance Headmaster Ozpin has sent to aid in the transport?"

Who. In their right mind. Would interrupt Krieg while he was enjoying fantasizing about how many creatures he could flatten with such a beast before it's engine gave out.

Turning to face the source of the voice and the soon to be focus of his anger. Krieg had to take a moment to process just what exactly it was he was seeing. It was Weiss but... not? Her scar was missing and she had her hair in a different style. Not to mention the fancy uniform she was now wearing. She stood differently too, instead of the fancy, rich girl strut she usually did. This one was militaristic, her hands folded behind her back, her chest puffed out and her head raised high. A stern look in her eyes waiting for an answer.

She is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Tell her she's as gorgeous as a thousand sunsets. Tell her that the God's envy her beauty. And whatever you do DON'T scream the word 'poop' at the top of your lungs.

Of course he wouldn't say that. What? Did The Voice think he was an idiot or something?

"I'M THE CONDUCTOR OF THE POOP TRAIN!"

...

He got nervous.

Winter gave the half naked Psycho an incredulous look. She took out her scroll and went over the mission brief one last time, specifically the part that mentioned a partner for said mission. Finding it, she looked it over intensely as the madman stood there, unknown to her, listening to the voice berating him.

Looking over the details, she found Ozpin's description of her assistance.

Name: Krieg

Physical appearance: Tall, lean yet muscular and completely hairless. There are several scars around his body, likely due to his love of reckless combat

Attire: Upper body is bare of clothing. Orange trousers (similar to prison wear) boots and a mask with a filter of unknown purpose and a symbol of unknown origin.

Weapon: The Buzz Axe. The wielder commonly refers to this as his 'Meat Shank' or 'Spoon'. You may hear him refer to it as many things, but all mean his axe.

Mannerisms: Krieg suffers from severe Psychological damage. So much so that his thoughts are stuck to destruction, death, blood, meat and violence. This alone is bad enough, but his speech seems to have suffered as well. Krieg seems incapable of communicating in a coherent manner, often preferring to yell about whatever it is going on in his mind. It will be up to you and your own interpretation as to what he is trying to convey.

Looking up from her scroll to begin a reluctant briefing her temporary partner, she found no one standing in the snow. Her confusion was replace by fear when she heard a loud clanging behind her. Spinning as quickly as she could, she saw the Psycho squatting on top of the train, hitting the side of his axe against it to get her attention.

"MAKE HASTE! WE'LL BE LATE FOR THE PARTY!"

"What are you babbling about? We are transporting weapons, ammunition and further supplies to Atlas after the last shipment was attacked and stolen. We are not here to 'party' " She explained, already regretting this assignment.

"CHARLES IS HUNGRY! HAUL AWAY SO I CAN READ YOUR SKIN!"

"This will be a long trip."

She muttered under her breath as she got into the train. Krieg followed by grabbing the top rim of the door before swinging himself inside.

END OF CHAPTER!

Hi there!

Hope you enjoyed reading the latest chapter, good things are coming in the next one.I'm sorry if you were hoping for Krieg to be involved in some of the above mentioned events and believe me, I tried so damn hard to fit him into those situations but they always felt forced, like putting a circle in the square hole. You can do it, but it doesn't feel right.

I've also given you a small peak into Krieg's early years, so that'll be fun to mix around a bit.

I have started at University so I may not be able to write as frequently but I will try my best.

As always, feel free to comment, I'm always looking to get better.

Thank you for reading.

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