hello, everyone, and happy New Year or Merry Christmas if I decide to post this early.
Before we start, I do have a couple of announcements. I have a new phone, and it has been a bit of a struggle to figure it all out; however, it's coming along.
Secondly due to work and multiple tutoring sessions for reading and math since I have a bit of a disability learning I have decided that I will be posting every two weeks (starts counting on his fingers on Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday) on Wednesday we're going with Wednesday anyway you guys are probably not interested in all that you just want to see the conclusion of the battle of Beacon well without further Ado let's go on with the chapter this is
Chapter 4 finale of the beginning
Cinder lunged forward, her blades gleaming with a deadly shimmer as she aimed to slash through Shock Rock. But he was faster; with a thunderous roar, his hammer crashed into her face, delivering a bone-rattling impact that sent her spiraling off the edge of the towering building.
The world blurred around her as the wind rushed past, a ferocious reminder of her impending doom. Shock Rock, relentless in his pursuit, leapt from the rooftop, tendrils of energy snaking from his back like the grasping fingers of a vengeful specter.
With swift, brutal precision, those tendrils coiled around her foot, slamming her mercilessly into the side of the building. The deafening thud echoed through the night, a chilling sound that reverberated in the stillness of the abandoned city.
Cinder fought against the crushing weight of despair that threatened to envelop her. With grim determination, she summoned every ounce of energy within her, forcing herself to rise despite the pain coursing through her body.
The classroom she found herself in was a shadow of iAt former self, desks splintered and strewn about as if a tempest had raged through.
As she steadied herself on unsteady legs, the door burst open, and Phantom entered like a dark omen, his presence chilling the air around them. The atmosphere thickened with tension, an unmistakable harbinger of the chaos that was yet to unfold.
Cinder's fighting spirit flickered like a candle in a storm, but the overwhelming force of her opponent threatened to snuff it out. Phantom loomed before her, an ominous specter carved from shadows, his movements fluid and menacing.
He was like a swirling orb of darkness, radiating power that sent chills down her spine. Each blow he delivered was a cacophony of thunder, a bone-crushing force that shook the very foundations of the room.
As Phantom struck, Cinder felt the air around her crackle with energy, the intensity of the fight enveloping her like a suffocating shroud.
With a single, brutal punch, he sent her crashing into an adjacent classroom, the impact reverberating through the walls like a warning bell.
Dazed and disoriented, she struggled to regain her footing, her body protesting with every movement.
Just as she began to collect her thoughts, she caught sight of Phantom's looming shadow. In an instant, he descended upon her, lifting her effortlessly as though she were a mere feather. His young strength was astonishing, a brutal reminder of her own limitations.
Before she could muster any resistance, he slammed her back into the ground. The impact was jarring, sending shockwaves through her body and shaking the very structure of the building.
Cinder gasped, pain radiating from her core as she fought to catch her breath. But Phantom was relentless. He unleashed a fierce barrage of punches, each strike landing with a resounding smack against her face.
The force of his blows was like being hit by a freight train, each one disorienting and brutal. Cinder felt her resolve wavering, the sting of pain mixThey shouldn't
Yet, despite the odds, a fire ignited within her. With every strike, she clung to the hope that she could turn the tide. She knew she had to rise, to fight back against this formidable force.
The battle was far from over, and deep within her, Cinder vowed to unleash her own power, to reclaim her strength and prove that she would not be easily defeated.
"YOU. SHOULD. HAVE. STAYED. AWAY. FROM. BEACON!" he thundered, his voice a chilling echo Of fury.
With a final, earth-shattering punch, Phantom sent cimder crashing through the floor, her body plummeting into the classroom below.
Without a moment's hesitation, he leaped into the gaping hole, landing with menacing grace atop her weakened form. Gripping her tightly, he hoisted her over hioulder, and with a fierce roar, he launched himself into the air once more.
They descended together, breaking through floor after floor, until they finally crashed into the ground level with a cataclysmic thud, shaking the very foundations of the building.
In the chaos, Cinder scrambled to her feet, her expression a mix of shock and defiance. She turned her bow, a weapon of her own design, ready to retaliate.
But Phantom, the vigilant guardian, quickly conjured a swirling barrier of sand around himself, shielding against her desperate assault.
"KA!" he bellowed, the ground trembling beneath him as he drew on the energy that surged within."MA!"
The gravity of Cinder's situation began to sink in, the dread coiling tightly around her heart."HA!"With each passing moment, the energy around Phantom grew more intense, a radiant light illuminating the darkened space.
"MA!" he shouted, his voice echoing like thunder as he summoned the raw power of the universe.
The brilliant energy enveloped him, casting shadows that danced wildly against the walls. Cinder's eyes widened in horror as she realized the imminent attack that was about to be unleashed.
"HA!" Phantom roared, his cupped hands thrusting forward as he released a massive beam of blue energy—a Kamehameha that surged folike a tidal wave.
Cinder struggled to raise her bow in a futile attempt to block the oncoming force, but the beam struck her with a jolt of electrifying energy.
She was sent careening out of Beacon, hurtling into the sprawling city of Vail, her body wracked with the shockwaves of his power.
As she soared through the air, flashbacks of her past flooded her mind.
Memories of her childhood flashed before her eyes—moments of desperation as she clawed at the shock collar around her neck, her small hands trembling in agony.
She had screamed for release, for freedom, but all she could remember was the suffocating pain until it finally subsided.
Now, as she lay stunned in a desolate alley, her aura flickering like a dying ember, her gaze met that of Phantom, who had transformed from the formidable Shock Rock into his human form. He approached her with a determined step echoing with the weight of inevitability.
Cinder tried to crawl away, fear gripping her heart. The dread of the encounter settled in as she realized she was no longer in control.
Phantom loomed closer, a figure of both terror and resolve, ready to confront the darkness that had haunted her. The energy barrier surrounding him pulsed with a vibrant blue glow, a testament to the power he wielded, and Cinder could only brace herself for what was to come.
Phantom dashed toward Cinder, a primal roar escaping his lips as if he were summoning the very forces of nature itself. With a swift, decisive motion, he grasped the collar of her dress, his grip firm and unyielding. "W-who are you?" she stammered, her eyes wide with confusion and fear, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within them.
In a brutal twist of fate, he hurled her to the ground with a force that knocked the breath from her lungs. The impact was jarring; she hit the hard earth with a thud that reverberated through her body. Instinctively, Cinder curled into herself, her heart racing as she fought the urge to flee. Her trembling hands shielded her face, a futile attempt to protect herself from the threat that loomed over her.
Frantic glances over her shoulder revealed the figure advancing toward her, each step deliberate and echoing with an ominous finality that sent shivers down her spine. Despite the fear constricting her chest, her wide eyes remained locked on him, a tempest of dread and defiance shimmering in their depths.
"I am a man of many forms and many faces," he declared, his voice smooth yet chilling, reverberating through the still air like the distant tolling of a bell. "Each face, each persona I carry, comes with a different name." The weight of his words hung in the air, thick with menace, as if they were the prelude to a dark symphony yet to unfold.
Desperation surged within her, fueling a flicker of resolve. Summoning the remnants of her strength, Cinder channeled her energy, conjuring a flickering fireball that sprang to life in her palm, illuminating her determined expression. The warm glow cast fierce shadows across her features, a stark contrast to the fear that churned within her.
But he was unfazed; with a fluid motion, he sidestepped her attack as if it were merely a playful gust of wind. The fireball exploded against the ground behind him, sending sparks flying in all directions, yet he remained untouched, his posture calm, almost amused by her futile attempt to defend herself.
In an instant, the distance between them vanished. He lunged forward, his hand clamping around her wrist like a vice, an unyielding grip that sent a jolt of panic coursing through her veins. Cinder gasped, her breath hitching in her throat as he twisted her arm behind her back with agonizing slowness, the pressure mounting until it felt unbearable.
A sickening crack echoed through the air—a sound that resonated deep within her bones—as her shoulder dislocated with a sharp snap, radiating waves of excruciating pain that consumed her senses. The world around her began to fade, Great, blurring at the edges of her vision, leaving only the stark contrast of her history looming in her mind. Memories of laughterintomth, and safety faded like distant stars swallowed by darkness In that harrowing moment, he was no longer just a man.
he had transformed into a monster.
A chilling presence enveloped her, emanating an otherworldly malice that sent tremors through her very being. In that moment, she grasped the terrifying reality that she was confronting a force far beyond her comprehension, a dark entity that thrummed with an unknown power, weaving an atmosphere thick with dread and foreboding. The air crackled with tension, and the shadows seemed to deepen, as if the very world around her conspired to amplify the horror of what lay before her.
Letting go of her dislocated arm, he leaned closer, his voice laced with anger and menace. "A soldier of vengeance, a survivor, a monster, the reaper, the unworthy; however, one name stuck out among the rest, one given to me by the enemies I made." His grip tightened around her neck, choking her slightly as he lifted her effortlessly to his eye level, her feet dangling helplessly above the ground.
His voice thundered in her ears, deep and digitized, sending shivers down her spine. "I AM THE UNWORTHY AGENT OF JUSTICE, OF VENGEANCE! I. AM. PHANTOM. 10!" Each word reverberated through her, a chilling proclamation that left her trembling in uncontrollable fear. At that moment, he was not merely a foe; he was the embodiment of her nightmares, a harbinger of dread that she could not escape.
With that, Phantom 10 slammed his head against hers. The world blurred around her, and darkness engulfed her senses, a heavy shroud pulling her under. She felt consciousness slipping away, the edges of her reality fraying like a tattered tapestry. Before she could fully succumb to the abyss, he dropped her to the ground, the impact jarring her back to a painful awareness.
But as her body hit the earth, a shroud of dark energy enveloped them both. In the midst of the encroaching shadows, a strange giggle echoed, playful yet sinister, piercing through the tension hanging in the air. The sound danced like a flickering candle in a storm, drawing their attention.
"I'm disappointed, I thought you would do better child. however this unexpected newcomer is quite interesting, you're lucky I still have use for you," the voice whispered, laced with an unsettling seriousness. Without a word, Phantom 10 lifted himself to safety just as Cinder vanished into a swirling vortex of dark smoke, her form disappearing like a fleeting wisp in the night.
The silence that followed was thick, heavy with unsaid words and unfulfilled promises. Phantom 10, stood amidst the darkness, breathing heavily as the echoes of their confrontation faded into the void. The world around him shifted, shadows swirling like smoke in the wind, and he knew that this was far from over. The hunt had only just begun, and he would not rest until he claimed what he sought.
As the remaining darkness settled, a tumult of emotions surged within him. There was something about Cinder—her defiance, her spirit—that stirred a flicker of memory, a reminder of what he once was. Could it be that she held the key to his own redemption? The thought lingered, elusive yet tantalizing.
As he regained his footing, Ben and the others approached in the alley, with Kevin grinning widely. "Man, you could give Batman a run for his money with that whole 'I am vengeance' speech," he joked, his voice filled with admiration.
However, Phantom brushed past them, his focus narrowing as he confronted Ironwood.
"I want answers, and I know you have them," he stated, his voice laced with barely contained fury as he locked his gazes with Ironwood, who met his gaze with a calm yet defiant glare.
Before the tension could escalate, Amber stepped forward, placing herself between the two men. "He's right, James. We owe him those answers. If it weren't for Phantom, I wouldn't be standing here; things would have turned out worse if they hadn't intervened. We at least owe him some answers."
Before Ironwood could protest, Phantom spoke up, interrupting him. "We've made enemies of the same faction you are fighting; we're going to get answers—whether it's from you or them. I suggest you start talking because it seems you'll need our help more than ever," he gestured to the chaos and destruction surrounding them, a stark reminder of the devastation that had unfolded.
"If we hadn't shown up, think of how much worse the situation would have been. Do you want to risk that again? I highly suggest you and your little cult of followers try to trust us, and that begins with you providing us with some answers," Phantom stated, his voice carrying an edge of authority.
"He's right, James," Glenda interjected, her voice cutting through the tension that clung to the air like a thick fog. As she spoke for the first time in this conversation, her tone was steady, yet it bore an undercurrent of urgency that made everyone's heart race.
Phantom 10, the enigmatic figure cloaked in shadows, took a step back, his posture stiffening as if he were a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle.
The subtle shift did not go unnoticed by the group, and Glenda's keen eyes flicked toward him, though she chose not to address his unease directly. Instead, she pressed on, her gaze resolute.
"We need them more than ever now," she continued, her voice firm and unwavering. "They're just as much a part of this as we are. We need to expand the circle." With that, she turned her attention back to Phantom, her expression softening slightly as she sought answers. "Where is the headmaster?"
Phantom 10 trembled slightly, the nervous energy radiating from him palpable even through the layers of his mask.
It was difficult to discern whether his shaking stemmed from fear or anxiety, but the way his voice quivered betrayed his distress.
"H-he's dead," he stammered, each word a struggle as he fought to maintain his composure. "He took a s-shot meant for P-Pyrrha."
A heavy silence fell over the group, their eyes widening in shock as they absorbed the weight of his revelation.
They exchanged glances, curiosity mingling with concern, particularly at the sight of the blonde-haired professor who stood among them; her expression was a mixture of disbelief and sorrow.
Before anyone could voice their questions or express their sympathy, a familiar AI program interjected, its tone shifting to one of urgency.
"We should probably go to a hospital to ensure Pyrrha's leg is okay and to check for any other injuries," Decca's voice took on an unusual seriousness, a stark contrast to her normally jovial demeanor as she addressed the group.
Phantom nodded in solemn agreement as he carefully lifted Pyrrha's unconscious form and placed her gently inside the vintage Rust Bucket.
The vehicle, with its quirky design and faded paint, stood as both a sanctuary and a means of transportation—a relic of adventures past.
As the others scattered, each returning to their respective duties, Glenda lingered by the entrance of the Rust Bucket.
She watched Phantom, his movements precise and deliberate, as he ensured Pyrrha was settled safely on the bed inside. Once satisfied, he stepped out and headed back to his car, leaving Glenda alone with her swirling thoughts.
An unfamiliar connection tugged at Glenda's heart, an inexplicable thread weaving through her mind as she contemplated the enigmatic vigilante. It was a feeling that resonated deep within her, stirring emotions she couldn't quite articulate.
She found herself reflecting, acting on the warmth of care and concern that had blossomed in her heart—a bond that felt both familiar and profoundly significant.
In the driver's seat of the Rust Bucket, Max glanced over at her, noticing the faraway look in her eyes as she drifted deeper into her reverie. Concern creased his brow, and he broke the silence with a gentle inquiry, "Penny for your thoughts?"
Glenda turned to him, momentarily pulled from her contemplation, and offered a small, distracted smile, though the weight of her thoughts lingered just beneath the surface.
"It's Phantom," she began, her voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid the words might shatter the fragile atmosphere. "It's the way he acts around me."
"You've got a point there, Glenda," Max affirmed, his brow furrowing in thought. Yet, as he regarded her, he couldn't help but notice the intricate layers of their situation, each twist and turn leading them further into uncharted territory.
Beneath the façade of bravado that the boy wore like a mask, there lay an unmistakable vulnerability, a flicker of emotion that reminded him of the weary faces he'd encountered in his years as a plumber and soldier.
He remembered the haunted looks in their eyes, each one telling a story of hardship and resilience, silently pleading for understanding and compassion.
A surge of empathy washed over him mingled with the ache of recognizing the struggles that no words could express.
There was something especially poignant about this boy, an unspoken burden that made Max's heart clench with sympathy for the poor soul caught in the tangled web of his fears.
During this time Amber made it back to Phantom's car but she sat down and buckled herself in Deca appeared in her holographic form
"you don't know about this is a sensitive subject for Phantom, do not ask him about Glenda again." The AI said in her more serious tone which unnerved Amber a little bit but she was not used to seeing the AI so serious " Besides Phantom likes a woman with muscles."
Deca said teasingly reverting to her old self. Amber couldn't help but giggle a little bit as Phantom got into the car without a word they guessing to the hospital the silence was wise until Phantom spoke
"Amber what do you know about magic?"
Amber immediately stiffened as she knew that magic was not something anyone on Remnant should know about however she, did not expect Phantom to learn about it heras he prepared to embark on a path filled with uncertainty, vengeance, and perhaps, a chance for something more than just the relentless pursuit of power. however next words scared her a bit
"Cinder wants you because you have magical abilities. Is that right? I guess that she attacked you, which is why you ended up in the pod because they tried to remove the magic from you, and it forced you into the coma. Am I correct, Amber?"
With a heavy sigh, Amber began to pour out her heart to Phantom, unaware that another profound conversation was about to unfold within the confines of the rust bucket.
(In the Rust Bucket – Pyrrha's POV)
Pyrrha's thoughts raced like wildfire, swirling chaotically in her mind as she struggled to grasp the reality of her situation. Why had the powers of the Fall Maiden rejected her?
Was she truly destined to perish atop Beacon Tower, her fate sealed in a tragic prophecy? A wave of dread washed over her as she pondered how her team would react to her untimely death.
What would Jaune think? The mere thought of him brought an ache to her heart, sinking into the pit of her stomach. Tears began to well in her eyes as she quietly wept, overwhelmed by the weight of her fears and regrets.
(Regular POV)
Max, noticing the vulnerable state of the invincible girl, quickly pulled over and turned to Glenda. "Hey, do you think you could take over for me?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.
Glenda nodded, understanding the gravity of the moment. Without hesitation, she immediately swapped places with him, her expression shifting from one of calm authority to one of empathetic support.
As Max walked back toward the bunk beds, General Ironwood decided to take the front seat, his presence commanding yet considerate.
Cooper, Nora, and Ren instinctively moved closer to the front of the vehicle, creating space for Max and Pyrrha, allowing them the privacy they needed.
The atmosphere inside the rust bucket felt charged with unspoken emotions, as each character grappled with their own thoughts, but their hearts were united in support for their friends.
"Hay are you okay?"came the comforting voice of Max Tennyson as he placed his hand on her shoulder as he looked at her with sympathetic eyes
Pyrrha shook her head no tears pouring down her face like a waterfall as she responded. "N-no I n-not o-o-ok."
She began to cry even harder as everyone in the rust bucket could hear That's hearts went out to the poor girl Pyrrha then spoke once more sobbing through every word.
"i-i killed an innocent person I failed to receive the maiden powers, I failed and stopping cinder, i-I don't know what to do? I'm-m just a f-failure."
"No, it's not," Max said firmly, his voice steady and resolute. "Things like this happen; trust me, I know better than anyone."
As he spoke, memories of his old partner, Devin Levin, flooded his mind. He could almost hear Devin's laughter and see the way they used to strategize together, their camaraderie a bright light in his past.
Shaking off the wave of nostalgia, he focused his gaze back on Pyrrha, who looked lost and troubled.
"It was my destiny; it was my duty to take up the Maiden powers to prevent Cinder from claiming them," Pyrrha admitted, her voice tinged with sadness. "But they rejected me. iguess it's for the best. I wasn't sure what I would become after that." Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, and Max's grip on her shoulder tightened, offering the comfort she desperately needed.
"Then why would you accept it in the first place if it would change who you are?" he pressed gently, wanting her to explore her own feelings.
"Because it was my—" Pyrrha began, but Max cut her off, his voice rising with conviction. "Destiny is never set in stone. Take my grandson, for instance. He's met two versions of himself from the future. I know it sounds strange; ask him for the details—I wasn't there.
But they taught him that destiny is what we make it. It's not dictated by others. At the end of the day, only you have the choice."
He paused, letting his words sink in before continuing. "You decided to fight Cinder, and the way you're framing these Maiden powers makes it seem like she has the upper hand. Yet, you still chose to confront her. That wasn't because it was your destiny; it was because you wanted to. So do me a favor: don't ever use destiny as an excuse. Because at the end of the day, only you get to decide who you want to be." He paused, allowing his words to settle in the air before speaking again, his tone a blend of sincerity and concern.
"You decided to fight her to protect your friends. That's admirable," Max acknowledged, his eyes searching hers for understanding. "But at the same time, knowing when to retreat and regroup is equally important.
From what I understand, Cinder would have killed the professor if she didn't get Amber. What you did could have easily led her to take that drastic step right then and there."
Max gestured with one hand toward Nora and Ren, who were quietly observing the conversation, their expressions a mix of worry and support.
"They care about you a lot, and so does your leader. How do you think they would react to your death?" His voice softened, but the gravity of his words remained.
As Pyrrha processed the elder Tennyson's insights, a wave of realization crashed over her. Guilt tightened its grip around her heart, wrapping her in a suffocating embrace.
She acknowledged just how monumental her mistake had been, recognizing the troubling truth that she hadn't fully considered the consequences of her actions.
She had plunged into the fight with Cinder without adequate thought, driven by a fierce desire to protect. But what had she risked in the process?
Before she could spiral deeper into the rabbit hole of regret, Max interjected once more, his voice steady and reassuring.
"What I'm trying to say is that you have others to consider—people who care about you deeply, not just yourself. Try not to throw your life away like that again, okay?"
His words hung in the air like a lifeline, a reminder of the connections that anchored her in a world filled with chaos. As Pyrrha looked at her friends, their unwavering support illuminated the path ahead, urging her to think not just of her own destiny, but of the lives intertwined with hers.
"Now stop dwelling on the past; your entire future lies ahead of you, and it begins with opening up to your friends and sharing your feelings," Max encouraged, his voice steady and full of warmth. Pyrrha felt a wave of relief wash over her, lifting her spirits as a genuine smile spread across her face in response to his words. Max's smile mirrored hers, and he waved over the other members of Team JNPR, signaling them to join.
Before anyone could react, Nora, with her characteristic exuberance, darted across the room in a heartbeat, her vibrant energy palpable as she enveloped Pyrrha in a tight embrace.
Tears glistened in her eyes as she clung to her friend, the overwhelming emotion spilling forth. Pyrrha, feeling the warmth of Nora's affection, immediately wrapped her arms around the hyperactive redhead, returning the hug with equal fervor.
As the two girls shared this moment of vulnerability, Ren quietly stepped forward, his gentle demeanor shining through. He slipped his arms around both girls, forming a small, protective group hug that spoke volumes of their bond.
The three stood together, a fortress of friendship against the shadows of doubt, united by their shared experiences and the unbreakable ties of camaraderie.
Smiling at his handiwork, Max quietly walked back toward the front of the rust bucket, joining the other adults who stood nearby, their expressions a mix of relief and curiosity. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation as they awaited their next steps. Just as he settled into the group, a voice broke through the moment, smooth yet commanding.
"You handled that quite well, Mr. Tennyson," came the voice of General Ironwood, who was sporting a small, approving smile that contrasted with the sternness often associated with his demeanor. The general's presence was imposing, yet in this moment, it felt warm and supportive.
Max turned to meet Ironwood's gaze, his heart swelling with a mix of pride and modesty. "Thanks, General. And please, call me Max." There was a hint of camaraderie in his tone, a recognition that they were all in this together, facing challenges that tested their resolve and unity.
Before their conversation could delve any deeper, a sudden jolt interrupted them. The rust bucket had come to a halt, finally arriving at the Vail National Hospital. The building loomed ahead, its exterior a blend of modern architecture and welcoming design, promising safety and care for those in need multiple soldiers surrounded the building as an added layer of protection from the creatures of Grimm that might still be lurking in the city. Max stepped back slightly, allowing the others to disembark from their vehicles, each individual carrying with them their own stories and struggles.
As the passengers began to exit, Max's attention was drawn to a familiar sight. Pyrrha, her radiant auburn hair cascading around her shoulders, was being carefully assisted out of the rust bucket by Ren and Nora. Max observed the trio with admiration; their teamwork was seamless, a testament to their strong bonds forged through countless trials. Pyrrha's eyes, bright and determined, immediately locked onto the figure of her partner, Jaune.
Jaune stood a few paces away, his blonde hair catching the light as he looked back at her. There was an undeniable spark in the air, an unspoken connection that seemed to transcend the chaos of their recent adventures. Max could see the way Jaune's expression shifted, a mixture of relief and affection flooding his features as he took in Pyrrha's presence. In that moment, the world around them faded, and it was as if they were the only two people in existence, bound together by a shared journey.
The scene was poignant, filled with unvoiced emotions and the weight of their experiences. Max felt a sense of warmth watching their reunion, a reminder that even amidst challenges and uncertainties, moments like this—filled with hope and love—were what truly mattered. The hospital stood before them, a beacon of hope, but it was the connection between friends that illuminated their path forward, promising that together, they could face whatever lay ahead.
As everyone moved toward the entrance of the hospital, Jaune instinctively took Ren's place in helping Pyrrha, gently placing her arm over his neck to provide support as he steadied her weight against him. His determination to assist her was palpable, and he could sense the urgency in the air as they drew closer to the entrance. The moment they stepped inside, they were met with an immediate onslaught of sensory experiences: the sharp, sterile scent of chemicals mingled with the faint smell of antiseptic, creating an environment that felt both clinical and overwhelming. The soft sounds of muffled conversations filled the air, but as their group entered, a profound silence descended upon the waiting room.
All eyes turned toward the masked vigilante, a figure cloaked in mystery and authority, whose mere presence commanded attention and respect. Before any questions could arise from the onlookers, their gazes were drawn to a small television mounted in the corner of the room, where a vivid broadcast displayed the intense battle between Humungousaur and the massive Grim dragon. The action on the screen momentarily captivated the crowd, drawing them away from their curiosity about the vigilante's identity.
Seizing the opportunity, the masked figure swiftly moved closer to Ben, leaning in to whisper urgently, "Give me the credit for taking down the Grim dragon. It's better that they don't know who you are; it allows us to operate without distractions. They don't know who I am underneath the mask, and it's probably better that way." His words were laced with a sense of caution and strategy, emphasizing the importance of maintaining anonymity in this new environment, especially given the potential risks they faced.
Ben nodded in agreement, fully understanding the weight of the situation and recalling the chaos he had experienced in his previous world. "Good idea," he replied instantly, determination set in his voice as they began to navigate through the throngs of anxious patients and overworked medical staff. They expertly maneuvered their way through the waiting room, squeezing past individuals who seemed lost in their own thoughts, their eyes flickering with a mix of hope and concern.
Finally, they reached the front desk, where a secretary sat, poised to greet them with a professional smile. However, as she began to speak, her expression shifted dramatically. "Welcome to the—" she started, but her words were cut short as her face went pale, her eyes widening in shock at the sight of the vigilante's tall and imposing figure, which seemed to loom over the desk, sending shivers down her spine.
Before she could compose herself or gather her thoughts to respond, the vigilante spoke with an authoritative tone, "Give us a room—the biggest one you have—and a doctor as soon as one is available for Pyrrha's leg." His request was direct and unyielding, leaving no room for hesitation. The urgency in his voice underscored the importance of their mission, and the atmosphere in the waiting room crackled with tension as everyone awaited the secretary's response, uncertain of how to react to the unexpected arrival of such a formidable presence.
"You're not getting paid to sit there and look pretty; you're getting paid to do your job, so do it," Phantom said, his deep, digitized voice tinged with annoyance as it sliced through the thick tension in the air. The woman at the front desk, momentarily lost in her own thoughts, was jolted back to reality by his words. She quickly shook off her stupor and began typing furiously at the computer, her fingers flying over the keys as if trying to make up for lost time. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she looked up, her face a mix of urgency and professionalism. "Bring her to room 405; a doctor is waiting there for you. Also, more rooms will be provided to accommodate all of you," she informed them, her voice steady despite the earlier shock.
Nodding in understanding, the group turned toward the elevator, but Phantom, Ben, Gwen, Kevin, Yang, and Ruby opted instead for the stairs, choosing to keep their movements swift and decisive. As Phantom and his group ascended the staircase, the atmosphere was electric with unspoken tension. Ben, glancing sideways at Phantom, decided to break the silence. "Thanks for taking the credit. Personally, I wouldn't want to deal with the press," he said, his voice laced with a hint of gratitude.
Phantom nodded in acknowledgment, his visor glinting under the fluorescent lights as he responded, "They're already going to assume it's me. It's better that way. They'll be more intimidated approaching a man in a mask, тупая пресса не что иное, как кучка стервятников, кажется, константа во всех измерениях."
His tone was serious as always as he spoke The unknown language to the remnant natives underneath his breath as they barely heard him.
As they continued to climb the stairs, Phantom was suddenly brought to a halt when he nearly bumped into Ruby, who looked like a toddler standing next to his imposing figure.
Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and before Phantom could ask what she was doing, she blurted out, "CAN I GET YOUR AUTOGRAPH?!" Her voice was loud and filled with childlike enthusiasm, echoing off the sterile walls of the hospital.
In an instant, Phantom gave an annoyed grunt and reached out, and with a green flash, a small piece of paper materialized in his gloved hand.
He tossed it to Ruby, who eagerly opened it, her face lighting up with joy when she realized it was a picture of Phantom accompanied by his signature. "No way! This is so cool!" she exclaimed, beaming with delight.
Yang, leaning against the wall with a smirk, chimed in, "So grumpy! Why so serious? I mean, we're inside the hospital; it should be safe here you saw all the Huntsmen and Atlas soldiers outside, plus with the Atlas drones on our side, taking back Vail should be a cakewalk, so lighten up a little!" Her playful tone was infectious, attempting to lift the heavy atmosphere that lingered around them."
Taking a moment to process Yang's words, Phantom finally replied, his voice steady yet tinged with underlying concern.
"It's not over. We have an unknown faction that we've made enemies of. We're not sure who is part of this faction or where or when they'll strike next." His expression, concealed behind the mask, remained serious, emphasizing the gravity of the situation.
Turning his attention back to Ben, Phantom's voice took on a sharper edge. "How did you guys even get here?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued.
This time, it was Gwen who spoke up, her voice steady and clear. "A Null Void projector blew up when we were fighting against Vilgax at Plumber HQ," she explained, the weight of their recent battle evident in her tone.
Just as Phantom was about to reach for the door leading to the fourth floor, he froze, turning back toward Gwen. His visor gleamed ominously in the light, casting an intimidating shadow over the group. The tension in the air thickened as he addressed them, his voice low and serious.
"Great. That means we'll most likely have to deal with some of your enemies. That's the last thing we need. It's even worse if the faction that attacked Vail figures this out; it could be disastrous."
At this moment Kevin decided to talk "great now we have to deal with the villains of the week."Kevin said dryly as phantom opening opened the door the group made their way in to room 405.
Everyone had arrived except for Pyrrha and Max wasn't in the room. Nora sat in the chair asleep with Ren standing protectively beside her, Blake perched herself on the window sill, gazing out thoughtfully, while Weiss stood next to Glenda, her arms crossed and a look of determination on her face. Jaune was seated on the floor, leaning against the wall, and Ironwood stood with Amber near the door. Cooper was positioned next to Jaune, glancing around the room.
"Where's Grandpa?" Ben asked, looking expectantly at Cooper.
"Don't worry, Ben. He's with Pyrrha," Cooper replied reassuringly.
Before anyone could respond, Phantom seized the opportunity to speak. "Amber already filled me in about the maidens," he said without hesitation, eager to get to the point. The Remnant natives exchanged curious glances at the mention of the old fairy tale, while the Earth natives appeared confused.
"The who now?" Kevin asked, raising an eyebrow.
"They're magical girls," Phantom began, capturing the attention of everyone in the room. "Each one is connected to a different season. Amber here represents Fall. Cinder originally attacked her to get the powers however she was only able to get half to explain, I need to tell you a story, and it begins with an old wizard who lived alone in a shack deep in the woods. He was closed off from the world until one day, a woman appeared on his property, peacefully sitting beneath a tree. The wizard, suspicious and irritable, demanded an explanation. The woman calmly explained that she was waiting for her sisters."
As Phantom spoke, Ben, Gwen, Cooper, and Kevin listened with rapt attention, intrigued by the unfolding tale. The Remnant natives, already familiar with the story, still listened but with a sense of quiet nostalgia.
"The woman closed her eyes, enjoying the silence. The wizard, watching her, eventually felt tired and closed his own eyes, succumbing to the tranquility. When the man woke up, he was startled to find another girl beside the first. She was joyful and spry, carrying a basket of fruits. The wizard asked who she was, and she replied that she was on a journey to find her sisters. To thank the man for his 'reluctant' hospitality, she planted multiple seeds in his garden. What had been a mere pile of dirt and manure transformed into a beautiful garden. However, before the older hermit could fully appreciate the garden's splendor, he heard a rustling from beneath the tree. Turning around, he saw yet another girl standing beside the first."
The atmospher in the room grew thick with anticipation as Phantom continued.
"The man insisted that she introduce herself, and as she did, she began to laugh at the thought of the man remaining cooped up in his home, watching the world pass by from his window. After a moment of hesitation, the man left his home. For the first time in forever, he felt a surge of energy flow through his body; he realized he was no longer the person he once was. The man who had hidden himself away in solitude felt renewed, rejuvenated. As the day drew to a close, the sisters prepared to feast. The first sister, Winter, set the table; the second sister, Spring, brought the food; and the third sister, Summer, prepared and cooked the meal. However, before they could begin eating, the man caught sight of another woman beneath his tree from the corner of his eye. Without hesitation, he offered her a seat at the table, and the delicate young woman accepted graciously.
The wizard then asked for her name, and she replied that she was Fall and had come to meet her sisters. Yet, Fall was not finished; she asked the man for his name. The wizard explained that he had no one to love and nothing to cherish. However, Fall, being the oldest of the sisters, opened his eyes to the wonderful gifts he had received: his home, his garden, and the woods that surrounded him. He had so much to cherish.
The wizard took everything in and then asked the sisters why they would show him such kindness and why he was special. Summer spoke up, her voice warm yet firm. "We do what we can for everyone, not just you." The wizard was taken aback, having never witnessed such selflessness.
Summoning his magic, he bestowed upon the girls the ability to bend the elements, asking only that they use their powers to better the world in return. The girls, grateful and eager, agreed as they shared their meal with him, leaving a promise to visit him every year thereafter. And so began the story of the Maidens, with your little brotherhood serving as guardians against those who would abuse the power of the Maidens."
Phantom's voice resonated in the room, leaving everyone captivated by the rich tapestry of magic and kindness woven into the tale.
"Correct," Ironwood said, casting a small glare at Amber. Just as he prepared to reprimand her, Amber interjected, "Don't you dare try to lecture me! He deserves to know, just like the rest of them. They are now part of this as much as you, Glenda, and Qrow are. Besides, we need their help more than ever."
Before Ironwood could respond, Phantom cut in, "She's right, especially since there's a high chance that enemies from Ben's universe are here."
However, Ben stepped forward, his voice steady and serious. "You train," he declared. "I respect all of you. This is something that even I would struggle with. You've all faced the worst situations in the past and emerged resilient. No one could have asked more of you. But as Amber said, you are part of this just as much as the rest of us. That means we need to improve, and we need to get better. My team and I will help you."
At that moment, Blake raised her hand, and Ben nodded in her direction, inviting her to share her thoughts. "And where would we do that?" she asked, the reality of their circumstances sinking in. She continued, "Beacon Academy is destroyed and needs major repairs."
Before anyone could respond, a familiar AI voice chimed in through the speakers embedded in Phantom's armor. "I think I found the perfect place."
Phantom raised his hand, and Deca appeared in her holographic form, casting a soft glow in the dimly lit room. "There's an old base on the island of Patch that the former Vale military used during war times. It was abandoned a few years ago after the conclusion of the Great Faunus War after the veil military was disbanded. The base is relatively new and will need some repairs, but it could serve as a training facility and a secure location to hold the villains until we can find a way back to Ben's Earth."
"That could work; however, we would still need a place to stay because, for one, I refuse to sleep in some creepy, dirty old rundown military outpost," Weiss declared with finality. Glenda, stepping forward confidently, noticed Phantom immediately stiffen, having not been aware of her presence when he first entered the room. Though she recognized his reaction, she chose to focus on the matter at hand. "Miss Xiao Long, if I'm not mistaken, doesn't your father live on the island of Patch?"
Yang nodded enthusiastically, chiming in with Ruby, "Yeah! We can stay there while the base is under renovations. Plus, we can show you guys all the cool things we have on Patch, like the country store!"
Before the conversation could progress further, Glenda interjected, "I believe we're getting ahead of ourselves. While you know about us, it's time we learn more about the rest of you." Nodding in understanding, Ben began to recount his life story, detailing his adventures alongside Kevin, Gwen, and Max.
"So let me get this straight," Glenda began, her tone a mixture of curiosity and skepticism. "You found an alien wristwatch as a young preteen, and you used it to fight against villains? And your grandfather was okay with this?"
Ben sheepishly rubbed the back of his head, a hint of embarrassment creeping into his demeanor. "Well, everything worked out in the end. But what I really want to know is how Phantom got his Omnitrix. Care to share?"
As everyone in the room turned their attention to Phantom, he felt the weight of their gazes upon him. Clearing his throat, he finally spoke, his voice steady yet cautious. "L-let's just say that's a b-bloody story and leave it at that."
Amber, noticing the tension in the air and how uncomfortable Phantom seemed, decided to change the subject. However, before she could do so, a ringing sound interrupted the moment. Everyone turned toward the source of the noise, realizing it was General Ironwood. He pulled out his scroll and noted it was one of his subordinates calling. He answered the call with a serious demeanor, holding the scroll up to his ear. "Hello? Yes, I'll let them know. Thank you."
Sighing in annoyance, General Ironwood looked at Weiss. "Weiss, it's your father. He wants to talk to you."
The mention of her father caused Weiss's expression to falter, a mix of apprehension and reluctance washing over her. Kevin, attempting to lighten the mood, offered a warm smile. "Well, that's sure nice of him."
However, Yang quickly decided to reveal the truth. "Hate to break it to you, Kev, but her father is not a nice person, to put it bluntly. He's a racist pig who really only cares about money wealth and power."
"Oh," Kevin exclaimed, his tone shifting as he turned his attention back to Weiss. "Well, then I take back my statement. I feel bad for you." Weiss let out a weary sigh, her annoyance palpable in the air, as she leaned back against the cool wall of the room. "He probably wants me to come back to Atlas," she muttered, the weight of her father's expectations heavy on her shoulders.
Phantom, still feeling the lingering tension in the atmosphere, took a hesitant step forward. His voice trembled slightly as he spoke, "M-my suggestion could stroke his e-ego a bit." He shifted nervously, his posture rigid as if bracing for an impending storm. "If he's as egotistical as you say, presenting this idea would make him look good—allowing his daughter to stay and help better protect the people of Vail."
The room fell silent, all eyes fixated on Phantom as they contemplated his proposition. Cooper, stroking his chin thoughtfully, broke the silence with a contemplative nod. "It could work," he admitted, his voice laced with intrigue. Encouraged by the positive reaction, Phantom slowly turned towards the door, his mind racing with the implications of his suggestion.
"Where do you think you're going?" Gwen's voice cut through the tension, sharp and inquisitive. Phantom paused mid-step, turning slightly to address her without fully facing her. "I'm getting fresh air," he replied, his tone steady despite the uncertainty swirling within him.
Gwen nodded, her expression shifting to one of curiosity as she recalled the fierce battle they had witnessed. "Would you mind if I join you? I have some questions for you," she asked, her voice softer now, tinged with a genuine desire to understand more about the enigmatic figure before her.
Phantom contemplated her request for a moment, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on him, yet also sensing an opportunity for connection amidst the chaos."fine "Phantom said opening the door for Gwen to walk through as he closed the door behind them I say walked up to the roof That's a door closed Glenda excused herself slowly and quietly walking behind the duo of Gwen and Phantom unbeknownst to Glenda Phantom knew that she was following them however it didn't come in on it at the moment as him and Gwen took the elevator to the roof Glenda decided to take the stairs seeing as the elevators were still full of people and hospital staff working their butts off to heal as much people as they can from the citywide attack
(The roof of Vail hospital)
As Gwen and Phantom stood amidst the smoldering ruins of Vale, an uncomfortable silence hung heavy in the air, finally pierced by Phantom's voice, laced with challenge. "Let me guess, you disapprove of how I handled Cinder?"
Gwen's glare was fierce as she nodded, her frustration palpable. "Yes, I do. There was no reason for you to be that brutal. You had no need to beat her into the ground like that."
Phantom let out an exasperated sigh, his gaze unwavering. "And what would you have me do, Gwen? Should I simply give her a gentle reprimand and send her on her way? That's not how the real world operates." Phantom took a step closer, looming over Gwen, his imposing height forcing her to look up at him.
Despite the barrier of his black mask, she could feel the weight of his glare piercing through the darkness, sending a shiver down her spine. An unsettling tension hung in the air, wrapping around her like a thick fog, and she couldn't shake the creeping sense of dread that accompanied his presence. Shadows danced around them.
"In your world, things may seem black and white, but in mine, they exist in shades of gray. Fear is what keeps us alive; it compels us to evolve."
He leaned forward, invading Gwen's personal space, the proximity sending a jolt of alarm through her. Within the eerie green visor of his mask, she caught a fleeting glimpse of her own reflection, distorted and small, as if she were staring into the depths of an abyss. The heat of his breath washed over her like a wave of warmth, an unsettling contrast to the chill that gripped her heart.
Instinctively, she took a hesitant step backward, yearning to escape the oppressive weight of his presence, yet he continued to speak, his voice a low, menacing whisper that hung in the air like an ominous storm
"Let me be clear: the fear I instilled in Cinder will make her hesitate, diminish her threat level, and create an opening for us against an adversary we know shockingly little about. It's that fear that keeps them at bay, on edge, always second-guessing themselves."
Phantom advanced another step, his imposing figure casting a long shadow in the dim light, while Gwen instinctively retreated, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and uncertainty. The air between them crackled with tension as his deep voice shattered the silence once more—calm yet laced with an undercurrent of anger that sent a chill down her spine.
"I am that fear. When they strike, they will think twice before returning here. Why? Because I am here, and I will not allow them to attempt this again."
He gestured toward the devastated city of Vale before turning back to Gwen, his tone resolute. "If you can't accept that, then cry about it. That's how I operate."
Before Gwen could retort, the sounds of shouting and panic erupted from the ground below. Without hesitation, Phantom leaped from the building, arms outstretched as green energy surged to form distinct wings, allowing him to glide toward the chaos. Gwen, unwilling to be left behind, conjured a mana platform and floated down after him.
Meanwhile, as Glenda walked out onto the rooftop, her mind raced with questions about Phantom's Energy wings wondering just what was the full extent of his suits capabilities. Without a second thought, she headed toward the stairs to uncover the source of the commotion.
A n
I am so sorry for the long wait for this chapter; there is a lot that's been happening not just with my family but me. To sum it up, there was a death in the family on my brother-in-law's side, followed by the death of one of my close friends, who passed away just before the New Year started.
Then, my grandparents both contracted COVID. My grandma's fine now, but my grandfather still has COVID, and both grandparents have pneumonia from some weird illness where they cough and spit out a bunch of phlegm.
And of course, it snowed—I hate snow. But I'm finally back! I can't believe I finished this chapter; I wanted it to be longer, but honestly, I'm happy with how it turned out.
Now let's talk about something that I thought was pretty cool The idea for the wingsuit for Phantom came from Terry McGinnis better known as the Batman beyond if you haven't known or haven't noticed I take a lot of inspiration from the Arkham games mostly with Phantom and his fighting style alongside some of the movesets that he did I thought the wingsuit would be a pretty cool idea so I added it.
Think of green hard-like energy that starts at the beginning of his hip and extends out to the tips of his fingers kind of like one of those weird flying squirrel suits mixed in with Terry McGinnis's Batman glider.
Another thing I want to touch upon is that I changed the name of the story. I realized there are so many stories named "Dimensional Heroes," so to help better organize it, I'm adding "of Remnant" to the end to make it stand out a bit. A significant event happens in this chapter, and I'm happy that we finally finished it. Of course, I completed the first major arc, and we have one more small fight before this all wraps up, after which we'll dive into some less important filler content, and hopefully, that won't take me too long. Anyway, next time:
As Phantom, Gwen, and Glenda check out what's happening on the bottom floor, Weiss goes to finally confront her father, alongside another worried mother calling for her child. Next time on… Oh wait, wrong series! So, we'll just say: next time on "Dimensional Heroes of Remnant." Have a nice day, and see you all next time, hopefully in two weeks from now!
ps
I'm sorry for all the updates and all the chapters sort of cut off towards the middle I'm not sure exactly what happened but it should be fixed now hopefully sorry also as usual I do not own anything Don't sue me and also tell me if I got any gratical errors wrong or anything.