Hey, RaginSavage here. I want to say that this story is not mine but a friend's that wanted me to publish it for him. I hope you enjoy!

     Before we get started on this journey together. I have some things I feel like I need to go over.
1. I would like to thank RaginSavage for allowing me to post this story on his user. God bless this poor sod and all of his subs.
2. Yes, this will be a Prototype RWBY crossover, but it will not have Alix Mercer nor will there be a Blackwatch. I am basically taking the powers, monsters, and abilities from the game and brought them to Remnant.
3. If I leave certain things unchanged from the RWBY story, then I am going to time skip over it. I am not going to try to bore anyone or myself by going through things we already know.
4. Please leave a comment for both RaginSavage and me if anyone has a question or have helpful suggestions.
Now that is out of the way, I hope that you all will enjoy my first story I created for an audience.

---Glynda's POV

It was a beautiful night in Vale. The breeze provided a slight nip to the air, the street lights illuminated the quiet and lonesome night, and there was nothing but the shattered moon in a black abyss above me. I was out in need of common consumables and to get a couple of mochas from the cafe. The man that is Ozpin might appear calm and collective around others, but even he needs a boost on a late work night. I sigh to myself. He did not want me to go out because of the random dust shops being hit recently. Though it is annoying to constantly remind him that I am a huntress and can handle high class grim, much less average thugs, it is nice to know that he has concern for me.

*BOOM* *SQUEEAAAL* I stopped. That sounded like a vehicle crash and skidding across the pavement, and it was roughly two blocks away. I picked up my pace, trying to conserve my energy for a possible fight, and readied my weapon. I heard gun fire heard from the direction of the crash. I was about to round the corner to an alleyway when I heard a loud, guttural, angry roar that stopped me in my tracks. "That roar was too human to be a Grimm" I thought to myself. A faunus perhaps? If the White Fang was there I would need backup to reduce the chance of innocents getting hurt. Puling out my scroll, I contacted Ozpin as I could still hear the conflict.

"Switch to stun rounds." One voice said. "If we kill her pet, Cinder will cook us". Another voice then shouted out, "Cook us?! This bastard is ripping us apar-AAAAHHHH" her screams were cut off, followed by the sound of fluids being gurgled and a sickening tearing sound. I dropped my scroll to the sidewalk as half of a female thug member's body flew out of the alleyway. Her arm was torn off and it looked as if a dull blade tore a diagonal cut at her waist. As the cracked mask fell from her face, I could see the the horror, the pain, and above all, the fear on her face. She tried a vain attempt to breathe before her eyes dulled and she was lifeless.

"Glynda, is everything all right?" I heard from my scroll. "What is that noise I am hearing?" I heard the slight worry in his voice. I hardened my eyes as I ignored Ozpin. I needed to stop this before any more people are maimed. I stepped around the corner ready to deal with this monster and stop the bloodshed. A large, prison caravan was on its side with the fight still going on behind it. Great, looks like they were transporting a psychopath when they crashed. I walked around the vehicle and got ready to strike when I stopped. It was a child; dressed in only boxers. He was standing over another dead goon's body when he whipped himself around to look at me.

My first theory was proven to be correct, for he was a faunus, though he was... different. He had the cat ears sticking out of his shoulder length, black hair and a thin, long black tail wrapped around his waist. That is where the norm ends and the unusual begins. Along his body was a thin layer of fur on his neck, back and legs. From his toes protruded claws, however it seemed that they where worn down. His whole body seemed malnourished but with light muscle. His arms... his arms seemed grotesque, open and all skin peeled from the shoulders down. Tendrils wound through and around his arms, with three enlarged ones on each arm stretching out and connecting to his shoulder blades. Where his fingers were supposed to be were eight-inch-long metal blades, stained with blood. However, there was one thing about him that sent my spirits low. Upon his whole body, besides the arms, was scars. Most of the scars appeared to be bite or claw marks, with one bite mark on his collarbone that still had scabs. Some appeared to be slash marks from single blade weapons, small bullet holes, and large stab wounds.

Whilst his arms are cause for my concern, his condition has me horrified and made me sick to my stomach. He faced me with his arms and legs spread out and crouched down, though his stance was shaky and unstable. The look on his face was a child that desperately wanted to be intimidating but failed to hide his fear. I could also see the exhaustion, fatigue, and drowsiness. "St..sta..stay away from me!", the child weakly said. Confliction  took hold of my being. I looked around at the lives he had taken, but when I looked upon him, I saw a victim. I put my crop down behind my leg and said, "Don't worry. I will not hurt you." However, as I took a step forward, he dashed towards a dead end in the alley. With one powerful leap, he launched off of the asphalt and stuck his right foot in the brick wall. He then proceeded to run up the wall and onto the building.

"Darn it!", I said as I frantically got up the building. When I got up to the roof, the boy was surrounded by ten criminals; each armed with high power weapons and they had their sights set on him. "Look here you brat!!", what appeared to be the leader shouted. "You are going to get back in our 'carriage' we provided for your ungrateful ass, or we can turn you into Swiss cheese and let you seethe in pain as we head home!!!." Bearing his elongated canines, the child growled, hissed and roared at the assailants as he frantically spun from side to side to try and find an exit. I got my crop ready to step in and help the child, but I wouldn't be able to get all of them before they fired on him and possibly killed him. "....What do we have here?", praise everything that is good; it was too good to hear Ozpin's voice at a time like this. Before any of the people in front of me could react, Ozpin knocked out six of the goons in one fell swoop while I swung my crop twice and sent out energy blast to deal with the remaining four goons.

Seeing that we were willing to defend him, the child seemed to relax a bit, though it appeared that his body had burnt out and he collapsed on the floor. As sleep overtook him, his bizarre arms started to shift and contort until they were scarred, harry, normal arms with one inch long black fingernails on each finger that appeared sharpened to a point. Both me and Ozpin looked at each other while he said to me, "When we get the child back to Beacon Academy, I would like some answers since you were so inclined to not answer your scroll.", in his normally calm voice that sounds condescending at times. I pinched the bridge of my nose. "This is going to be a looong night", I thought to myself.

---(six years later)

---???'s POV

"Damn, why does this air ship have to rock back and forth?", I muttered to myself while holding my stomach to try and settle it and pressing my head against the metal wall to keep my balance. I can feel the tequila and orange juice starting a war within me, and the killer headache was not helping the situation. Fighting to not lose my liquid lunch was starting to get as aggravating as wearing the extra layers of clothing. These fucking boots get tight when my toe-claws regrow EACH day, while these two, thick hoodies press my ears down flat against my head. To top it off, I have to feed my tail through my jeans, curl it around my left ass check, then push it through a hole in this book bag that I have just for my tail.

I took a long breath before pushing myself off the wall and held my hands out to steady myself. I close my eyes and recounted the events leading to my inebriated situation. Let's see....Oh, now it is coming back to me. This morning I woke up and went through my normal routine of getting up off the floor, after rolling off my bed; drinking my...."breakfast", and Glynda fussing at me to get ready for the day, like clipping my finger-claws. After that, Glynda asked me to head to Vale and take the airship that the first-year students were taking. When I asked her what was the point when I am already at the academy, she informed me that it would be odd for a first year student to already be at the school and it might cause suspicion. Can't argue about that. Besides, it means I can hit up Martin's liquor shop in town to get buzzed and get some drink for when I get to my dorm tonight. "Oooh, you pour bastard, Martin" I thought to myself. The fool made a bet with me three years ago that he could drink me under the table. Thanks to what I am, I can drink around five times the normal human/faunus amount before I get buzzed. So now he must give me free drinks without a need for an ID. I keep my visits with him down to once a month; "Don't want my main source of alcohol to go under", I snarkly thought to myself with a grin before the nausea train hit me again. I threw my hand to my mouth and ran to the nearest trash can to....well, you now.

I wiped my face on my sleeve, took a couple of steps back, and then took a breather. Well, my esophagus and nose are burning and my mouth is salty, but I am feeling like a millionaire compared to five minutes ago. I looked back at the trash can and focused on it. Even though I may be able to handle liquor like a champ, certain combinations should not be created, much less drunk. I readjusted my dark sunglasses while heading for a wall by the window. I crossed my arms and looked out the large lake. "Not far now", I thought aloud; "Soon I will be back to my room and start my own par..", My thoughts where cut short by the sound of the news feed coming on. I tuned it out until I heard Glynda's voice come through. "Hello and welcome to Beacon", she announced to all of us. "My name is Glynda Goodwitch. You are among a privileged few...", yay the big speech she was working on this morning while in front of the mirror. The speech to get everyone comfortable before facing killer beasts, I guess. Soon her speech ended and all the other students flocked to the giant windows to admire the impending castle that is Beacon Academy and/or wave at the passing city.

Suddenly, one of the students ran from the other side of the airship to the trash can I used a minute ago. The kid wore blue jeans like me and a black shirt hidden under a breast plate and pauldrons. His weapon was a simple sword sheathed to his side. I felt sorry for the kid, but I know he will feel better once he loses his lunch. My eyes drifted from him to scan the other students. "Eeewwww, Yang you got vomit on your shoe", One girl said to another. "Gross gross gross gross", said the one with vomit on her shoe. I set back and chuckle as the two flailed about like chickens without their heads. "Oh, this is going to be an interesting first year."

So, what do you think? I personally want to read your opinions and suggestions. God bless, and I hope to continue this story.

RaginSavage again. What'd y'all think about my friends first chapter? Good? Bad? Anyways he can improve? Leave any critiques, comments or questions for either of us below, and address my friend as WAR so I know who it's for. Also, I can't swear to regular/frequent updates so bare with us. I will put more out as he finishes them. Thanks and as always
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