It was a rainy night, the air was as cold as the winter evening and thunders could be heard blasting around the city. The city itself was located in Sweden, more exactly in Stockholm, and the city itself lacked any sound that was normal for it, it was like time slowed down for the moment, as the people went through the day like any other. Everything seemed to be perfectly average until they heard the siren of a police car passing by them.
The car was speeding down the road towards a house on the other side of the city, and the sirens were loud, making cars drive to the side to let them pass through. They got a call from a neighbor hearing screaming coming from one of the houses, and then silence, so they were already tense because of the call.
The car violently turned around across the road and rapidly sped up to quickly get to the locations before it was too late. The two cops' muscles were tense, and the one driving, their knuckles were white because of the pressure they were pushing. This was their first call in several weeks, and the people who called them sounded extremely panicky.
They barely got anything from her, and only got the address of the house that they were currently driving towards. The call was about something having to do with fighting and knives, which meant probably one of the men had been stabbed, they had to get there before they bled out on the floor.
They bumped the gas, and the car sped up again, taking only a few minutes before they finally reached their destination. The house was rather average, with nothing to make it stand out, but they could hear the screaming from inside.
They quickly got out of the car, with their yellow-colored tasers in their hands. They both leaned against the wall next to the door, both of them on the opposite side of each other before one of them decided to speak loudly.
"On my mark." He shouted at his partner with a shaking voice despite trying to be as calm as possible while hearing the screaming. "One…Two…Three." With that, he quickly kicked in the door and both of them went into.
What both of them saw was a man on the floor, covered in blood, and another man with a knife. He turned around but his face was me, Jack Rickard. Gunshots could be heard before complete silence.
My eyes snapped open.
"We need to find them now." General James Ironwood shouted in a gruff voice while he slammed his fist into the table. He was speaking to Ozpin, after finding out that the Headmaster of Beacon Academy had sense magic returning. Of course, once informed of this, James wanted to lead a party to look for the people.
However, Ozpin patiently took a sip of his coffee, while he was thinking over this situation with Glynda Goodwithc trying to calm Ironwood. The Headmaster of Beacon knew that they had no idea what caused magic to return this strongly or who the people who made it happen were. He knew that they couldn't simply rush into this.
"James," Ozpin finally spoke, his voice steady and deliberate, "We cannot charge into this without understanding what we are dealing with." He folded his hands together, leaning slightly forward. "If magic has indeed returned, if this is what we suspect, then there are forces at play far beyond our control. A hasty reaction could make us vulnerable."
Ironwood's jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing as he met Ozpin's gaze. "Vulnerable?" he echoed, his voice low but brimming with frustration. "Doing nothing makes us vulnerable, Ozpin. We can't sit back and wait for more threats to appear. You felt it, didn't you? Something big has changed, and we need to be ahead of it."
Glynda stepped forward, her posture rigid as she placed a hand on Ironwood's arm. "General, perhaps Ozpin is right, this situation requires more information before we take action." The headmistress couldn't help but agree with the Headmaster on this.
Ironwood glanced at Glynda, then back at Ozpin, shaking his head. "If this is magic, if these 'people', whoever they are, are responsible for it, we can't afford to stand by and let them operate unchecked. I need to protect my people, Ozpin. The longer we wait, the less control we'll have."
Ozpin sighed softly, his gaze softening as he regarded Ironwood's determination. "I understand your concerns, James. Truly, I do. But this isn't a simple military operation. Rushing in could force our hand too soon."
Ironwood crossed his arms, the muscles in his jaw tensing. "So what, Ozpin? We just sit around and hope these people are on our side. We need more than speculation. We need action." His voice was unyielding on the matter.
Ozpin looked into the swirling darkness of his coffee for a moment, contemplating his next words. His voice, when he spoke, was soft but carried a weight of authority. "No, we don't need hope. We need caution. These powers, this magic, it's ancient. Older than you or I. It doesn't belong to us. We must tread carefully." He explained to the General with his usual calm and patient voice.
Ironwood let out a heavy breath, clearly unsatisfied, but he knew Ozpin wasn't someone who could be easily swayed. "Then what do you propose, Ozpin?" he asked, his voice taut with the effort of keeping his temper in check.
Ozpin raised his eyes to meet Ironwood's. "We watch. We gather information. We find out who these people are… before they find out who we are." He told Ironwood the course of action they would take, which was passive.
Of course, this doesn't satisfy Ironwood, if these people could bring back magic, and magic this powerful, they were one of the biggest threats to them. What was stopping them from turning on them, or joining Salem? No, this couldn't be allowed to happen.
Ironwood took a step forward, his eyes cold. "These people brought back magic, Ozpin. Magic of this magnitude isn't some benign curiosity. It's power, raw and unchecked, and that makes them one of the greatest threats we've ever faced." He told Qzpin sharply and bluntly.
Ozpin's calm demeanor didn't waver, though his eyes sharpened slightly. "James, we don't know if they're a threat yet." The Headmaster once again told him with a calm voice, but this wasn't good enough.
Ironwood's fist clenched again, this time not slamming into the table, but hovering just above it as though he wanted to. "And if we're wrong? If they're out there right now, gathering more power while we sit here and talk?"
Ozpin remained composed, but there was a quiet authority in his tone. "If we act without understanding, we may push them into becoming the threat we fear."
Ironwood's eyes narrowed. "Or we stop them before they get the chance. You're too trusting, Ozpin. If they can bring back magic, that kind of power doesn't just appear without purpose. What if their purpose is to tear everything we've built down?"
The tension between the two men was almost palpable now, the air thick with unspoken concerns. Ironwood's every instinct told him to act, to take control of the situation, to stop this potential danger before it had a chance to grow. But Ozpin, frustratingly calm, always saw things through a different lens.
Ozpin let the silence hang for a moment before speaking again. "We prepare, James. But we do not strike blindly." He leaned forward slightly, his voice quiet but firm. "Not this time."
Ironwood's face was a mask of conflicted frustration. He wasn't used to waiting and wasn't built for patience. But he also knew Ozpin wasn't someone to disregard lightly. The Headmaster had been playing this game longer than anyone.
"I don't like this," Ironwood muttered, his voice almost a growl. "But I'll give you time. Just don't expect me to sit by for long. If these people show even a hint of hostility, I'm mobilizing everything I have."
They could only hope that whoever these people were, they weren't going to abuse their powers.
"Fuck you bitch." I shouted at Weiss before I tried to block her rapier with my sword, but she quickly changed direction mid-swing and stabbed me in my side. I grunted in pain before I swung widely my sword which she dodged with ease. I couldn't believe I had to put up with this training bullshit.
It had been a few weeks since our fight with Koragg, and all of us had been training like our life depended on it. I mean, could you blame us, one man beat three skilled warriors like Weiss, Nora, and Ren, while they had their power boost with their Power Rangers outfits.
Meanwhile, I and Jaune, who were the weakest in this team, had a loss against the man, which wasn't that bad, considering we had no real skill without the boost. But that didn't stop the three of them from training us to be respectable Huntsmen. And my teacher was Weiss while Jaune had Nora and Ren.
I threw away the sword and swung my fist into her side, but she blocked it. However, the force from the attack was enough to send her flying back across the training ground. Despite my uselessness with a sword, I was rather good with hand-to-hand combat.
Weiss stumbled back, her boots scraping against the ground as she caught herself, her expression shifting from surprise to icy annoyance. She straightened up, her rapier still poised at her side, sharp blue eyes narrowing at you.
"Honestly," she snapped, brushing a stray strand of white hair out of her face with a flick of her head. "Do you have any concept of discipline? Throwing your sword away in the middle of a fight, what were you thinking?"
Her voice had that characteristic haughty tone, dripping with disdain, as if she couldn't believe she had to waste her time training you. She took a step forward, adjusting her stance, but there was no denying that your punch had rattled her more than she'd care to admit.
"You're supposed to be learning how to use a weapon, not resorting to brutish hand-to-hand fighting like some... savage!" Weiss's words were biting, her irritation clear. She always hated when things didn't go according to plan, especially when it came to combat. To her, every fight had to be precise, elegant, and controlled, none of which described what had just happened.
"And another thing," she continued, her voice rising with her growing frustration, "if you keep losing your temper like this, you'll never be anything more than a liability in the field. We're Power Rangers now. We have responsibilities!"
She took a deep breath, clearly trying to keep her composure, but her sharp gaze never left you. "If you want to be a real fighter, you need to stop acting like a child. Learn how to use your head in battle, or else you'll end up getting yourself and the rest of us killed."
"Just shut up." I shouted at her and screamed as the surrounding air burst into flames because of my magic. "I never wanted any of this." I snapped at her, losing my temper about the situation. It had been weeks of training and she had been kicking my ass like it was nothing, I was beyond pissed off right now.
I knew that training was important, but I didn't want to admit that I was useless, so I decided to mask it with anger. But having gotten my ass kicked for weeks straight, well, it certainly didn't help me with my mood.
"You honestly think I want to be this angry." I asked her while I pulled my air and the flames burned hotter and I looked ready to lose it at this moment. "You have no idea, you can judge me wall you want, you son of a bitch, but I won't make you understand me." I roared and walked away out of the gym, slamming the door closed.
Weiss stood frozen for a moment, the heat from your flames still lingering in the air as you stormed out, her eyes wide with surprise. She hadn't expected that. Her grip tightened on her rapier, knuckles white, as she stared at the door you'd just slammed behind you. The gym felt suddenly empty, the echoes of your anger hanging in the silence.
Her brows furrowed, and for a second, she looked down at the floor, processing what had just happened. She was used to confrontation, but this magic, the flames, the raw emotion, it caught her off guard.
"I never wanted any of this..."
Weiss's heart clenched for a brief second, though she'd never admit it. She could recognize the weight behind those words. The pressure of expectations, the feeling of being trapped in a situation you never asked for. She had lived it, to her family, her legacy, the burden of the Schnee name.
"Damn it." I shouted and punched a concrete wall into pieces, as I was in a junkyard, and breaking everything that was in front of my eyes. I was here to release some of my anger since I knew that it was misplaced and that I shouldn't have snapped at Weiss, not that I would admit that.
I punched another wall, shattering it, and picked up a car before I threw it into the air, where it landed somewhere. I then punched a car and sent it across the junkyard into another car, crashing it into them and making a loud bang. Both cars broke on impact and almost looked stuck together, and my eyes widened slightly, while I looked at my hand, a crimson-black aura was surrounding it.
I had forgotten the fact, that Weiss had unlocked my aura because of the training, and sighed once again. Damnit, now I feel like such a massive asshole since she has neem trying to help me, but I was too busy with my emotions to understand it.
I leaned back against a car and fell onto my butt, before I placed my hands on my face, and shook it. I still wasn't over the fact that I was in another world or that I now had a responsibility I never asked for. I wasn't meant to be a hero, I was an awful human being.
Once I thought of that, the flashback of my nightmare today flashed in my eyes, and I gritted my teeth. I couldn't believe I was still dreaming about that night and the mistake that I made. But after the Gunshots were fired, I woke up in this world, and my memory was slightly cut off.
I couldn't remember what happened that night, and I guess I had Dissociative amnesia. This is where my mind blocks out the important pieces of information about yourself, causing 'gaps' in your memory. The only knew that knew for certain was that he did something to one of my siblings, but which one?
"I'm a mess." I said to myself with a groan and banged my head back against the car I was leaning against. It seemed that this was taking more of a struggle for me than I thought it would, having to be in a new world, new powers, new people, and more. I thought I could handle it but I was wrong.
However, that wasn't the worst part, the worst part was the fact, that with my new wolf ears, I was considered something called a Fanuns. They were just humans with some traits of animals, like ears, tails, claws, and so forth.
But it appears that racism is still a thing in this world, as, during my short time here, I had been discriminated against. Not because of my skin color, but because of the fact, that I had animal ears. However, I honestly couldn't care less about that,
Since with my new traits, I now had an increase in hearing and the new ability of night vision, which was a huge plus, and the fact, that I loved wolves did help my situation. So, it balanced out the bad parts with the good parts of my new situation.
My wolf ears flicked to the side after hearing a pair of footsteps and I looked to see Weiss, who somehow found me in this Junkyard. I didn't believe she would step into a dirty place like this, but color me surprised at this very moment.
Weiss stood at the edge of the junkyard, her sharp blue eyes fixed on you, arms crossed over her chest. She looked out of place against the backdrop of twisted metal and rusted cars, her immaculate white attire a stark contrast to the grime and filth around her. Yet here she was, stepping into a place she'd normally never go. The sight of her in this setting was almost surreal.
For a moment, there was silence between the two of you, save for the distant creak of metal and the soft hum of the wind. Her gaze shifted from the wreckage you'd caused to the aura surrounding your hand, her expression unreadable.
"Quite the mess you've made," she said, her voice cool and controlled, though there was a hint of something softer underneath something she wouldn't let surface easily. "I don't know whether I should be impressed by your strength or concerned you're going to tear down the entire junkyard."
She took a few steps closer, her boots crunching on the debris beneath her, but kept a careful distance, her eyes still locked onto yours. "You don't have to keep doing this, you know. Destroying everything around you won't fix what's going on inside."
There was no condescension in her tone this time, no biting remarks. Just a simple, direct statement, as if she were trying to cut through the anger and frustration clouding your mind. She paused, letting her words hang in the air, waiting to see how you'd react.
"Please, you know nothing about what I feel inside." I said to her snarky and without hesitation before I stood up from the ground, and growled at her. My wolf ears instinctive stood up after I growled. "You aren't the one that has been getting his ass kicked for weeks." I brought up that part about our training, with her kicking my ass.
"Day in and day out, you have been pushing me to the point of a mental breakdown." I snapped at her and raised my hands into the air with a huff, as I started to rant at her about my feelings without realizing it. "You don't have a right to judge my feelings, you don't know me, the only thing you know is that fact, I'm angry." I explained to her.
I then punched a car, sending it flying across the Junkyard to take out some of my misplaced anger once again. I felt trapped, like I was forced into the role of power rangers forced to have powers I didn't want, and now forced to protect the world. How was that fair to me? How was I meant to protect a world that wasn't mine?
"And what is even the point of training, that Koragg guy beat us with ease." I shouted into the air with a groan of reluctance. "We barely did anything to him, and there were five of us. Yet, he beat us into the fucking ground like a bunch of children. How are we meant to fight that." I asked her sharply and pointedly.
"Hell, I heard about your family." I said to her as I paced back and forth around the junkyard, and I crossed my arms against my chest. "You are the richest family alive, you probably had everything handed down to you." I told her with a scowl on my face as I spoke. "You probably never struggled in your life."
Weiss's expression hardened as you ranted, but there was a glimmer of something else behind her icy blue eyes, something more than just the usual frustration. She watched you pace, letting you vent your anger, her own hands balling into fists at her sides. When you brought up her family, her jaw tightened visibly, the mention of the Schnees clearly striking a nerve.
"Stop," she said, her voice firm and cutting through the air. "You think you're the only one struggling? You think you're the only one dealing with something you never asked for?" She stepped forward, her usually cool demeanor cracking just enough to reveal a simmering frustration of her own.
"You don't know a damn thing about me," she continued, her voice rising. "You think just because my family's rich that everything was handed to me? That I've never had to fight for anything?" Her fists were clenched now, and for a moment, there was something raw in her tone, something deeply personal. "Do you have any idea what it's like growing up under the weight of the Schnee name? Knowing that no matter what you do, you'll never be good enough in your father's eyes unless you follow his rules, his plans?"
She took a breath, steadying herself, but the anger in her eyes didn't fade. "You think I wanted this?" Weiss gestured sharply to herself. "I never wanted to be a Power Ranger either. But I'm doing it. I'm trying, because it's not just about me anymore. It's about all of us. Do you think I haven't felt helpless after what happened with Koragg? We all did."
Her gaze softened slightly, though the intensity remained. "You're angry. Fine. Be angry. But don't you dare act like you're the only one dealing with this? We're in this together, whether you like it or not."
Weiss took a small step back, folding her arms as she looked at you, her eyes now more measured, though still sharp. "You don't think training is important? Fine. But if we don't, we're not getting any stronger, and the next time we face Koragg, he'll kill us." She paused for a moment, letting the weight of that reality settle.
"You can keep lashing out all you want," she said, her voice quieter now but still firm. "Or you can use that anger to get stronger. Because if you don't, you'll be the one lying on the ground when it's all over."
I stopped pacing, her words cutting through my anger like a knife. My ears twitched, and my fists tightened at my sides, not from rage this time but from the conflict in my chest. She wasn't wrong. I hated it, but she wasn't wrong.
I looked away, glaring at the wreckage I'd caused in the junkyard, my heart pounding in my chest. "Damn it," I muttered under my breath, the fight in me starting to drain. I let out a deep sigh and looked at her, it wasn't hostility, just exhaustion. It was like all the anger in my chest just disappeared instantly and I hated it.
I think over her words, and I knew I needed to get stronger because of what, we were going to face in the future. If Koragg was the standard, how strong were other people like him on the Supreme master's side, were they stronger, more dangerous, or what, there were so many possibilities.
There were so many unknown variables, and I knew nothing about the enemy forces, besides that they were superstrong. But that barely gave me any information on their actual power level, and I didn't know what I was meant to do, since I didn't have enough information.
"Damnit, why you got to be right." I asked Weiss with an annoyed tone of voice and kicked a car, sending it flying like all the other. I didn't enjoy her being right, it was something that felt off since I was in the wrong. But I guess I just never liked being wrong or being told I was wrong.
Weiss watched as your anger seemed to drain away, her expression softening slightly. She saw the exhaustion in your eyes, the conflict that raged within you, and for a moment, she let her own guard down.
"Because," she said quietly, taking a few steps closer, "I've had to learn the hard way that facing reality is the only way to move forward."
She looked at the wreckage around you, her gaze lingering on the car you'd just kicked. "We're all in the same boat here. We didn't choose this, but it's what we have. And the only way we're going to survive is if we work together if we push each other to be better."
Weiss sighed, her tone softening further. "I know it's hard. And I know you're angry. But that anger... it can either destroy you or drive you to be stronger. The choice is yours."
She hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath. "And for what it's worth... I'm sorry if I've been pushing too hard. I just... I don't want to see any of us fail. We need to be strong, all of us. Because if Koragg was just the beginning, then we have a long, hard fight ahead of us."
Weiss extended her hand towards you, a small but genuine gesture of solidarity. "So, what do you say? Can we start over? Work together to get through this? Because whether we like it or not, we're a team. And we need each other."
I looked at her, I still felt rather annoyed about everything and how I was forced into this world after getting killed, forced to be a hero, and now forced to train to be stronger. But I guess, if I'm stuck here for life, I might as well try my best to survive in this world since it was going to be a long time before I was able to get back into my world.
I took her hand and shook it.