WORM, RWBY

A slight change in Trigger Events causes four girls to gain vastly different powers and massively changes their futures. For better or worse, its difficult to say, but one things for sure, in a world of Mighty Evolution, sometimes victory is in the simpler things that you've long forgotten; things that require a smaller, more honest soul.

So this idea came to me right out of the blue. I highly doubt I'll continue it, but I thought I'd give it a shot anyway. As you can probably guess, the bases of the idea came from an idea I had where Taylor ended up with Blakes ability and kinda snowballed from there. Lets see how this does. Enjoy!

Red

Amy was running. She didn't know where, but she didn't care, all she knew was that she had to get away. She always knew that Carol didn't like her or trust her, but this… She let out a sob and pushed herself faster, desperate to escape the cruel words that she'd overheard quite by accident.

She had got thirsty during the night and headed down stairs in search of a glass of water when she'd overheard Carol talking on the phone with someone. Normally, she wouldn't have listened in, but upon hearing her name mentioned, Amy had not been able to resist. Now she wished she had. Now she knew exactly why Carol didn't like or trust her and the information had completely shattered her world.

Her Father was a Villain. More than that, her Father was Marquis, one of the most dangerous and powerful Villains the city had ever seen! The information had hit her like a punch to the gut, causing her to drop the cup of coco in her hand. The noise had made Carol jump and look right at her, a look of surprise and horror in her eyes. It was that look that had done it and Amy bolted.

Faster and faster she ran, ignoring the few people she past. Even when it started to rain, she didn't slow, instead pushing herself even faster.

It wasn't until her foot caught on something and sent her pitching forwards into a muddy puddle that she stopped and that was only because the run had completely drained her, leaving her unable to stand thanks to the shaking in her legs. So, she instead curled her legs into her chest and kept crying, ignoring her surroundings completely as the rain continued to fall. She didn't know what else to do. She couldn't go home, not after finding that out, and she couldn't think of anywhere else that she could go. Then again, maybe it'd be better for her to stay here. No one needed the spawn of a man like Marquis after all…

Her dark thoughts were suddenly cut off as the rain was cut of just as suddenly. She looked up in surprise to see that someone had approached while she was distracted and was now stood over her with an umbrella keeping the rain off her.

"Isn't it a little late for you to be out on your own?" asked the man, "And your not exactly dressed for the weather."

Amy glanced down. She was still in her pajamas and slippers which were now covered in mud and soaking wet. A moment later, her view was cut off by a mass of red fabric. She pushed it back and looked up at the man, who smiled softly at her.

"Take it, you must be freezing," he said.

Amy hesitated, but with her new clarity of thought, the cold was quickly seeping into her bones, so she drew the fabric, a red cloak, tightly around her. It was incredibly warm and comfortable and quickly banished the cold. Now that she wasn't shivering any more, she scrubbed her face clean of tears and took a closer look at her companion.

He was a middle aged man with tasseled, silver hair and brown eyes. His face was sharp, but kind and he wore shaded glasses and a small, purple, cross-shaped pin on the cowl around his green scarf he wore against the cold. He was dressed in an unzipped black suit over a buttoned vest and a green shirt, along with black trouser shoes and long, dark-green pants. Other than the large umbrella he was using to cover them both, he carried a cane in his off hand.

"So, whats an adorable girl like yourself doing out here alone on such a foul evening?" asked the man.

Amy felt her mood once again plumet at the question and drew her knees up to her chest again, resting her chin on them as she did. She was currently feeling so miserable that any concept of 'stranger danger' had basically been thrown out the window.

"I...found out who my Father was today," she mumbled, "I've always known I was adopted, but I had no idea who my parents were until now. I still have no clue about my Mother, but it turns out that my Dads a Villain."

She gave a strangled laugh.

"It certainly explains why Carol doesn't seem to trust me. I certainly wouldn't if I was her. The Daughter of her arch nemesis under her roof...I'm surprised she didn't just toss me into an Orphanage and be done with it. Or a cell…"

"I see," said the man, "Yes, I can certainly see why you'd want to be alone after that. Still, it was rather reckless to run away in the middle of the night. Brockton Bay isn't a safe place for a girl on her own after all."

Amy snorted.

"Like anyone would care," she muttered, "I'm the daughter of a monster. I could just disappear and the world would be a better place."

The man glanced down at her and sighed.

"Miss Dallon, I have seen a lot of both good and evil in my life and, while I'd never call Marquis a good man, he was far from a monster," he said, "Everyone has good and evil in them, its what makes Humans Human. Even a man like Marquis had those he loved and loved him in return. A monster is someone who would see the world destroyed for no other reason than amusement. Marquis may have done terrible things, but he did so to try and make the city a better place. To his credit, he succeeded."

Amy looked up at the man.

"Did you know him?" she asked.

"No, I didn't," he said with a slight smile, "However, even if Marquis was a true monster, that wouldn't make you one. You are still young with your whole life ahead of you. You can do whatever you want, regardless of what Carol Dallon may think of you."

He smiled.

"Besides, do you honestly think that no one would miss you if you disappeared?"

Amy opened her mouth to respond, but paused as the image of Vicky's face appeared in her mind. Carol might not really trust her, but Vicky was a good sister. Plus, there was Crystal and Eric and their parents. If she vanished, all of them would be sad and she didn't want that. Besides, the stranger had a point. So what if her birth Father was Marquis? She couldn't remember a thing about the man and Mark was the one who raised her and picked her up when she fell.

Amy clenched her fist as she got to her feet. It was only Carol who thought anything bad of her, but that was fine. She'd prove that she was more than Marquis Daughter. She was Amy Dallon and she'd prove herself by being a Hero one day!

Unnoticed by Amy, the man beside her smiled slightly as he watched her eyes sharpen and fill with determination. Yes, he'd chosen well. Despite her former dark future, Amy Dallon was a pure soul and the perfect choice for his first gift.

"Thank you sir," said Amy, "I need to get home, but...thank you."

She reached up to remove the cloak, but the man just held up a hand.

"No, you keep it," he said, "You have far more need of it than me."

He patted her on the had and smiled softly.

"Good look my dear," he said.

Amy gave a blinding smile and sprinted away, leaving behind a trail of rose petals as she left. The man snagged one out of the air and smiled as it slowly dissolved, before he too vanished.

Carol paced back and forth in her living room, nearly beside herself with worry and doing her best to keep from bursting into tears at the disapproving looks she was getting from her sister, husband and brother in law. Not that looking away helped because it only served to draw her attention to Vicky where she was crying her eyes out on the couch into Crystals shoulder.

Eventually, Sarah got tired of glaring and sighed deeply.

"Alright, we've scolded Carol for her idiocy enough," she said, "Now what are we going to do?"

"We need to find Amy!" said Vicky from the couch, jumping to her feet.

"Yes, but how?" asked Manpower, "We have no idea where she could have gone and this rain will make finding her even more of a problem!"

"I think that the best way would be for Crystal and I to search from the air," said Sarah, "Mark and Carol, you…"

She was interrupted by the doorbell going off. The family turned as one to look at the door in surprise. For a moment, no one moved, before Carol hesitantly approached the door and opened it. Standing on the porch, looking more like a drowned rat than anything and wearing a red cloak and a sheepish smile, was Amy.

"Um, hi Mom," she said, "I'm back."

Carol stared at her adopted daughter for a moment, before she stepped forwards and grabbed the girl in a tight hug.

"Oh you silly girl, don't you ever scare me like that again!" she said as tears ran down her cheeks.

Amy looked surprised for a moment, before she started tearing up as well and returned the hug just as tightly.

"I'm sorry," she said.

Carol pulled back, smiling through her tears as she met her daughters silver eyes.

"Silly girl, you have nothing to apologize for," she said, "Now come inside before you catch your death."

Amy smiled back and followed her mother back inside, leaving the door to shut on the cold, dark world outside.

Dawwwww, that was a sweet ending. I may puke. In all seriousness though, Canon can take a hike. Not only has Amy's power been completely changed and shes Triggered a lot earlier than in Canon, but as a result of this debacle, Carol got a good kick up the arse and won't be treating Amy with anything near the barely veiled mistrust she does in canon.

Anyone want to take a guess as to who our Ozpin lookalike is? Its not that hard.

MOVING ON!

White

Taylor Hebert felt numb as she stared down at the ruined remains of her Mothers flute. She knew she should feel angry, sad or hell, even mortification that she thought taking the instrument to school was a good idea in the first place. However, despite everything, she had genuinely thought that Emma, even this new horrible Emma, would at least consider the Flute off limits. Unfortunately, she'd massively underestimated just how far her former friend had fallen, as proven by the destroyed and defiled flute that lay on the rock in front of her.

Even after all the horrible things Emma had done to her since the start of highschool, Taylor had kept hope alive that one day she would change back to the girl Taylor used to know, but this latest action had permanently divested Taylor of that idea. Both girls had countless happy memories of listening to Annette play the flute after all. For Emma to allow it to be destroyed showed how far she'd fallen.

Taylor sniffed and looked around for something to wrap the ruined instrument in. She didn't want to touch it, but she couldn't leave it. It was clearly damaged beyond repair, but she could clean it and then do...something with it, even if it was just give it a proper burial. Unfortunately, she couldn't see anything and she wouldn't put it past the Bitches Three to be hiding nearby, waiting for her to go so they could take it again, just to fuck with her head. Even so, she couldn't just leave it. She looked around quickly and, upon not spotting anyone, hurried off. If she was quick, maybe she could find something and get back before they could take it.

Taylor fell to her knees, tears flowing down her cheeks as she stared at the empty rock. She knew it, she FUCKING KNEW IT! She should have just grabbed it and run, but she just had to let her squeamishness get the better of her and now her last solid memory of her Mother was gone! They probably planned to toss the ruined flute into the Bay as a final fuck you to cap off this horrible 'prank'!

Taylor let out a strangled laugh. Maybe she should follow it. She knew she was reaching her limit. She couldn't take much more torture without snapping and either killing herself or a lot of other people. Between the loss of her Mother, her Fathers fall into depression and Emma's betrayal and subsequent campaign of terror, Taylor was genuinely surprised she'd lasted this long.

"It pains me to see a child so broken."

Taylor jumped at the unexpected voice and looked up to see a middle aged man stood a short distance away with a sad look on his face.

"Who are you?" asked Taylor, getting to her feet and rubbing her eyes.

"Currently, I go by Oscar," said the man, "I am what you might call a concerned party."

"Concerned about what?" asked Taylor guardedly.

"Many things," said Oscar vaguely, "But right now, my concern is you."

"Why?" asked Taylor, "No ones cared before. Not even…"

She trailed off.

"Perhaps, but I do care," said Oscar, "I have seen far to many people die to allow one as young as you to take your own life."

Taylor flinched.

"So tell me, what has driven you to this place?" he asked.

Taylor stared at the strange man for a moment. She hadn't even told her Dad what was going on, so why would she tell a man she'd met less than ten minutes ago? Then again, she did need help or she was going to snap and, stranger or not, Oscar might be able to provide that help. With that in mind, Taylor slowly began to talk.

By the time she was finished, she was sitting against the rock where the flute had sat, crying her eyes out as Oscar held her, rubbing her back and whispering sweet nothings.

"You have been through far to much for one so young," said Oscar sadly, "It pains me that there is little I can do to help directly."

Taylor scoffed.

"You and everyone else," she muttered.

"However, I think I can give you what you need," said Oscar as if she hadn't said anything, "You need to talk to your Father, tell him all of this and then speak with Alan Barnes at his place of work. You'll find what you need there."

Taylor blinked up at the man in confusion.

"Why would Alan help us?" she asked, "If anything, he'd take Emma's side."

Oscar just smiled and tapped her on the forehead.

"Trust me, it will work out," he said, "But for now, take this."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a flute. At the sight of it, Taylor's eyes went wide. It was her Mothers, but it was in perfect condition!

"Wha...how did…" she gasped as she took the instrument.

However, as she looked up to ask the man how he'd managed this, she found herself talking to thin air. Startled, she looked around, but couldn't see any sign of the strange Cape. She looked down at the Flute and thought back to what he'd said.

"Well, its worth a try," she said as she stood, "But first, I need to get home."

She ran out of the lot, for the first time in a year and a half, feeling positive. It was such a good feeling, it felt like she was walking on air. Had she looked down, she would have seen that she was doing just that, running across white glyphs that appeared under her feet as she ran.

Ehhh, not as pleased with this one, but it gets the gist of the idea across. I might rewrite this one at a later date.

NEXT!

Black

Lisa Wilbourn, formerly known as Sarah Livsey until about six hours ago, huddled deeper into her coat as she tried to make herself seem smaller and less likely to attract the attention of those waiting for the bus along with her. She hoped the bus would be on time, otherwise she'd have to chance it on foot. It'd be a while before her horrible excuse for parents noticed she was gone and called the police, but she wanted to be far, FAR away before that. Ever since her Brother died, she'd felt like a pariah in her own home, not helped in the slightest by the barely veiled disdain her 'family' had started showing towards her since she'd revealed that she'd noticed something off about him before his suicide. Seriously, how the morons could blame her for Reggie commiting suicide she had no idea, but she'd had enough. She knew when she wasn't wanted and so had made herself scares.

She was well aware of the fact she was just running away from her problems, again, but it was what she was good at. Ever since she was a kid, she'd prefered to ignore or run from problems rather than face them head on. It was easier that way and less people got hurt. Besides, its not like she'd ever had anyone to help her face her problems and she was to afraid to do it alone.

Finally, the bus arrived and she hurried to get on, claiming a seat near the back and putting her hood up to hide her hair. She'd need to dye it as soon as she got far away, just to make herself less recognizable. She tugged on a lock of blonde hair. Maybe black would work well…

She jumped slightly as someone sat down next to her, but relaxed when she saw it was a middle aged man with a cane she didn't recognize. The man nodded politely to her as he sat down, but didn't say anything as the bus pulled away and out of the station. Lisa relaxed slightly as they moved away from the bus station and towards the edge of her hometown. She wasn't quite home free yet, but it was close.

"You seem tense," said the man suddenly, making her jump.

"Um, no, just...eager to get home," she said quickly.

"Hmm, and yet your...home lies behind us," said the man.

Lisa stiffened again and fixed the man with a wary look.

"Oh, don't worry, I have no intention of forcing you back," he said, "That would be cruel and, while I have been accused of being so before, I am not a cruel man."

He gave her a look.

"You do know that running with change very little, correct?"

Lisa heitated, before nodding.

"I know," she muttered, "But I'm not sure what else I can do. My...Parents are to well connected for me to talk to Child services. They'd just say I was making stuff up and that'd be it. But I can't stay there. It'd kill me."

The man nodded in understanding.

"And so you strike out on your own," he said, "An impressive amount of resolve for one so young. You may be running, but sometimes that takes more strength than staying put. I wish you the best of luck."

He patted her on the back of the hand and stood as the bus came to a stop. Lisa stared after him as he left.

"Well, that was odd," she muttered.

Lisa cursed to herself as she ran through the alleyways, trying desperately to lose her pursuers. She'd screwed up, got to greedy. She should have spotted the elastic attached to the mans wallet when she tried to pick it and now she was being chased by the Boardwalks Enforcers. She was under no illusions of what would happen if they caught her, although there was one good thing in that the beating would make her hard to recognize. Even so, she didn't really want to be beaten within an inch of her life by a bunch of massive men. Hell, if she got really unlucky, they could…

NO, don't think about that! Just run and find a place to hide!

Lisa spotted an upcoming alley that was dark enough that she could hide, especially with her dark clothes and newly dyed black hair. If she could just reach it before they rounded the corner…

The sound of feet approaching said corner made her speed up, diving for the alley in desperation. If she didn't lose them now, she'd be caught! Unfortunately, she wasn't close enough. She was going to fall, she was going to…

Suddenly, she was flung forwards with a large amount of force, almost as if she'd jumped again of thin air. She hit the darkness of the alley and rolled to her feet, inwardly thanking the gymnastics training her mother had insisted on in an attempted to relive her glory days through her daughter, and spun around, only to see...herself keep on running and provide the perfect distraction as the man kept chasing her doppleganger. Lisa blinked, trying to absorb what she'd seen as she slowly got to her feet. How did she…?

She looked down at her hands, before hesitantly stepping to one side. To her surprise, she somehow left behind an exact copy of herself. Lisa stared at the new copy of herself wide eyed for a moment, before it suddenly dissolved into shadow. Lisa stared a moment longer, before a smile slowly started to cross her face. She could use this!

And thats done. This ones certainly better than White. I really ought to go back and rewrite that one...oh well, to lazy for now. Maybe later.

FINAL TRAILER!

Yellow

Vicky was breathing heavily as she took advantage of the brief lull in the game as one of her teammates was patched up from the tumble she'd taken to catch her breath. She rolled her shoulders, trying to loosen the tension as she scanned the crowd. It didn't take much to locate her sister, the red cloak she wore everywhere these days standing out like a beacon as she cheered Vicky on. Vicky had to smile at the massive grin on Amy's face. Even a year after that horrible night, it still never failed to make her smile to see that carefree grin on her sisters face. Despite how horrible it was, that night had turned out to be a blessing in disguise for the Dallons. Since then, her Mother had lightened up a lot and even got some therapy for some childhood trauma that Vicky hadn't been aware of, her Dad remembered to take his pills more often (usually at the constant badgering of Amy) and they'd even got a dog. The one and only down side as far as Vicky was concerned was the fact that she still didn't have any powers.

Everyone else in her family were Capes, but she was still a perfectly normal girl. It rankled her, not to mention made her feel awful over being jealous over Amy's incredible Mover power that put her as one of the fastest Capes in the city, but she couldn't help it! She wanted to be able to go out and help her sister beat up the bad guys damn it! She hated being left at home to take care of Zwei, even if the adorable puppy always made it more than worth it.

Vicky jumped as a hand on her shoulder made her jump. She looked up to see Mr Pine, the Headmaster of Arcadia, stood behind her. She wasn't entirely sure why he wasn't in the stands, but the gray haired man took a great deal of pride in making sure his students were all OK, so had probably been checking on Mandy.

"Are you alright Miss Dallon?" he asked.

"Yes, just catching my breath," she said.

"Alright, but I suggest you get ready," said the elderly man, "The games about to restart."

"Yes sir," said Vicky.

"Good luck."

Vicky nodded and gave her headmaster a thumbs up as she followed her teammates back onto the pitch. Within moments, she had the ball and was focused on the game once more. She might not have powers, but here she could exelle!

The rest of the game was intense, the scores remaining about even right up to the last moment. Vicky was vaguely aware of the clock ticking down the last few seconds as she jumped to make the last shot of the game. This WOULD go in and they'd be the regional champi…

"OFF!"

Just as she was about to make the shot, the defender of the other team took advantage of the fact the ref couldn't see her and slammed into her stomach, knocking her on her ass and making her fumble the shot. The ball bounced off the ring, just as the last whistle went off.

Ten minutes later, Vicky was in the shower, still numb with shock as her disappointed teammates slowly finished changing and started to leave. She could still see the smug look on the cheating bitches face as the ref called time, knowing that he hadn't seen the foul. It...wasn't fair! Her team had put blood, sweat and tears into getting this far and now their shot at the nationals was gone because of a dishonest brat and a technicality! She knew none of her teammates really blamed her and were just as disappointed, but she couldn't stop the horrible feeling of shame bubbling up in her gut. She'd messed up, even if it had been from a foul, and now they'd have to start again from the bottom. The unfairness of it all made her so mad, she wanted to punch something! She wanted to…

"HOLY SHIT, YOUR ON FIRE!"

The sudden yell of a familiar voice jolted Vicky out of her rage filled thoughts as Amy appeared in the door to the shower, staring at her with wide eyes. Vicky blinked as the shout sank in properly and frowned.

"What? No I'm…"

She was cut off as a strand of hair fell in front of her eyes and, sure enough, it looked like it was on fire.

"HOLY SHIT!"

Vicky quickly groped for the shower tap, desperate to put the fire out before it burned her, but instead of being able to turn it, as soon as her fingers closed around the tap, it was pulled off the wall with no apparent effort and releasing a spray of water that doused both sisters. Despite that, they were to busy staring at the broken tap to really react. Slowly, they looked up and their eyes met, identical grins appearing on their faces.

"YES!"

"Whats got you two so happy?" asked Carol as her daughters finally emerged from the changing rooms, mile wide grins on their faces.

She would have thought Vicky at least would look a little morose, but both looked like christmas had come early.

"Vicky finally Triggered!" said Amy from where she was giving Zwei a good fussing.

Carol blinked and turned to her eldest daughter, who nodded.

"Yeah, I got some kind of super strength!" she said, "Look!"

Before Carol could stop her, Vicky swung her fist at the wall and blew a massive crater in the tiled surface.

"Oh, Vicky," she groaned.

"Um, whoops?"said Vicky, rubbing the back of her head in embarrassment.

Bit short and kinda lackluster, but it does the job and I want to get this posted. Still, I managed to get Zwei in (because you can't do RWBY without Zwei!) and Vicky's well on her way to getting her nickname already, even without the flying power.

So, what do you lot think? Naturally, this means that the four won't get their canon powers, so no stupidly powerful healer unfortunately. It also means Coil won't get his hands on Tattletales power. Mainly because shes got Blakes instead. I can only imagine what changes this'll make to the timeline!

Just to be clear, these events are not in chronological order. At all. Vicky and Lisa triggered at roughly the same time as they did in Canon, while Amy and Taylor got theirs early. Obviously.

Also obviously, their powers didn't come from Zion. They came from Ozpin. Or at least the being that looks like Ozpin. Not sure if he actually is Ozpin or not quite yet.

Anyway, time for me to sign out! Let me know what you think with a lovely little Review!