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Forced Perspective

1: Eyes Wide Shut

Within a dark building, a small group of people that wore black and grey attire sat around a table. Each person had different features that belonged to animals of the mammalian class. One had small deer horns popping out from his head; another had grey cat-like ears that twitched every now and then, accompanied by human ears on the side of his head; a third had a brown tail that swished from one side to the next; there was a goat-horned person seated beside one who had ram horns – yes there was a difference and no they weren't related; and finally there was one who had a bull-like horns protruding from the side of his head. They all wore white masks with red and yellow markings, concealing their identities. Currently, they were seated around a round table

"So there I was," Bull began as he dealt out the cards. "Surrounded by a bunch of bigots, ready to get my ass beat, maybe killed, when suddenly, Taurus and Black appear, right? Those two fought through the Atlesian soldiers like they were chopped liver. Most brutal, beautiful combination I ever seen. Hell, if they had the papers, I would've signed up to join the White Fang then and there. I had to wait a few days to get the news from a buddy on the inside, long story short, here I am."

"Here you are." Ram chuckled and looked at his hand. "Ah, shit. I fold."

"Your luck is horrible tonight." Cat chuckled. He looked through his cards and smirked. "Heh, you're all screwed."

The door cracked open and another person in a white, red and yellow mask poked their head in.

"Yo. Lieutenant wants to see you." They said, their words aimed at the Ram.

"My luck just keeps getting worse. Hey, come save my seat, will ya? Maybe a new hand will give me some better luck," Ram said as he rose up and went to the door. He left the lit room when his replacement took his spot, the door shut behind him, and walked down the poorly lit hallway to another room on the side. Ram knocked once and waited.

"Enter!" came from the other side. Ram opened the door and stepped in, a bit nervous as he stared at the giant that sat behind the desk within the room. His body bulged with muscle and a more unique white mask hid his face. It concealed less of his upper face and used two yellow lines as eyeholes to see through, rather than the thin red that the other men wore.

"You wanted to see me, Lieutenant?" Ram asked.

"Yeah. Your turn to babysit the brat." The Lieutenant grunted. He drummed his fingers on the desk and scowled at the Scroll that sat off the hook, connected to a device that scrambled the location of their current whereabouts.

"Any word?"

"Nope."

"Well, it's only the first day. They'll call tomorrow for sure if they want this kid back."

"I'm getting antsy." The Lieutenant growled. "Fuckin' Taurus and his pussy bootlicker...I planned that damn Schnee heist and the cunt went and swiped it out from under my feet. Now look at where I am! Babysitting some filthy Human politician's brat."

"Hey, take it easy. This is needed to get what we want. It's important, right?"

The Lieutenant snorted. "Yeah, important. Just go take the brat dinner."

"Sure thing," Ram said. He grabbed a tray set off to the side and carried it back down the way he came, walking past the room he came from, now filled with laughter, and stopping at an iron door at the end of the hall. He grabbed the handle and pushed the door open, rolling his eyes when the kid started to cry.

"I want my Daddy!" The boy, no older than seven, sobbed from his seat. He wasn't even restrained, just locked in a room. Ram would never understand why anyone wanted to have a kid. They were obnoxiously loud and extremely annoying.

"Shut it. Eat up, kid." Ram grunted as he dropped the tray in front of the brat. "You'll be out of here before you know it as long as your daddy pays his due."

"I want Mommy!"

"Oh, fucking-Shut up!" Ram groaned. He left the room and slammed the door shut behind him. "Goddamn, loud-ass...What the Hell?"

Ram squinted his eyes behind his mask. The lighting was poor in the building they were using and just because Faunus generally had superior night vision than Humans, it didn't mean they were able to see into every and any shadow. Ram pulled out his piece, a generic handgun that was handed out amongst most of the White Fang grunts, and began to walk down the hallway. He thought he saw something move. Ram pressed himself to the left wall, still preceding to the spot he thought he saw shift.

Once he got to the corner, Ram waited a beat before he checked the side to his right, where he had a clear view of an empty hallway. Confidant that nothing was going to sneak up on him, Ram went around the corner, his gun raised to eye level for precision aim. What he didn't expect to happen was for a lean arm to wrap around his arms, restraining them, while a gloved hand grabbed onto the one he had on his gun. Ram struggled against his assailant, unable to fire off a round or break away.

"Grr, get off o-!" Ram's eyes crossed when a leg lifted up and nailed him right in the boys. A weak gasp escaped his mouth and, reflexively, he released his gun. His assailant grabbed hold of the gun and cracked him across the face with its handle. Ram shook his head to rid himself of the stinging sensation and looked up to see his attacker separate the chamber and grip of his gun.

It was a youth, Ram could tell by his height, who wore a tight dark shirt that clung to his torso like a second skin. Black carpenter pants covered his legs and were tucked into black boots. A thick black cloth that was tied around his head concealed the attacker's eyes and hair. What he could make out were the thin lines on either cheek, one on the left and two on the right.

"You shouldn't play with guns." The assailant muttered before he tossed the two halves of Ram's standard issue weapon to different sides. The assailant reached behind him and pulled out two singlesticks, each a foot and a half long. The last thing Ram remembered before he awoke in the Vale Police lockup was thinking why any Faunus would get in the way of the White Fang.

And metal Billy clubs hurt like a bitch.

The ram horned Faunus dropped with a swift blow to his jaw, out like a light. The Assailant kept his singlesticks out, ready to strike and tilted his head slightly to the left. Sound bounced off of the walls and into his ear, giving him an image of the interior. One man, a muscled giant, was grumbling to himself in a room with two others, while five others sat around a table in a different room.

Question is, who'd be harder to take down? ...Big guy first then. The Assailant decided. He walked down to stand in front of the door that concealed the giant White Fang member and took a deep breath.

"When facing impossible odds, you must control your fear. Grimm, Huntsmen, Huntress, or Death itself, it matters not! All are weak to the one that shows no fear. Remember that, boys, and you will be unstoppable."

His breathing was even and his heart rate was steady. The corner of his lips curled the slightest bit upward. It was inappropriate, but he couldn't help but enjoy what would come next. With a grunt of effort, he kicked in the door and used that momentum to charge into the room, his first strike to the back of a head took out one of the two small fry that stood in the room with the giant. The door closed behind him on its ricochet.

"What-?"

"Who the-!"

He allowed no questions, silencing the other White Fang grunt with a firm blow to the larynx from his straight stick. While the Faunus choked on his own air, the Assailant twisted his body, leaping slightly off the ground to kick the gun out of the rising giant's hand. The weapon flew to the side of the room and a gunshot rang out.

The Assailant allowed the smallest hint of a grimace to cross his face. His hearing was sensitive, and he used it to act as his eyes in combat. So, the sharp, loud and painful decibels of the gunshot disoriented him for the briefest of seconds. It wasn't his first time bringing clubs to a gunfight. The pain was pushed to the back of his mind as he focused on disabling the two White Fang members.

The one he intentionally choked was simple to take down. The Assailant used his right club to strike the back of the grunt's knee. As the Faunus fell, still having difficulty taking in air and now easily down to one leg for the time being, the Assailant slammed both of his weapons into the Faunus' stomach. The blow knocked him unconscious immediately, as it forced the remaining air out of his body.

"You little shit!" The leader grabbed the edge of his desk and flipped it at the Assailant, who avoided it with a roll to the side. A brief twist on his upper back and shoulders spun his legs, preventing the giant White Fang member from approaching, and also gave him space to kip back up to his feet.

That was one of the few reasons he was so glad he got into street dances, you learn the niftiest of tricks.

"I'm going to kill you!" The giant White Fang member snarled and flicked his hands out to the side. Claws protruded from his fingers over his nails and his canines appeared sharper than before. An animalistic roar left the White Fang member's mouth as he slashed at the Assailant.

The Assailant dodged and weaved out of the way of the claw swipes for a brief moment before he turned and rushed at the opposite wall. He jumped and pushed off of the wall, twisting in the air to nail the White Fang member in the jaw with a kick. With the opening he gave himself, the Assailant persisted, throwing combinations of stick blows, punches and low kicks to weaken his foe. Of course then one of the small fries, the first one to go down, started to get back up.

Forced to lose his advantage over the leader lest he succumb to a sneak attack and turnaround, the Assailant used one last blow to the leader's head to buy him some time. He lifted off the ground in a twist and his leg snapped out, delivering a brutal and powerful blow to the small fry's chest. The White Fang grunt flew into the broken door, knocking it off of its hinges into the hallway. Undeterred by what could've been a major issue, the Assailant returned his attention to the White Fang giant and battered him down to the ground.

Finally, a swift blow across the rising leader's face knocked him out. The Assailant, unable to take even the briefest of breaks, grabbed a small portable, but heavy, machine off of the ground and tossed it into the doorway, where it nailed a curious cat-eared White Fang member square in the head. The blow attracted the attention of the rest of the members of the small room and as the Assailant stumbled out over the two unconscious White Fang members, he quickly went on the offensive against a deer-like Faunus that held a shotgun in his hands.

The Assailant locked his clubs around the deer-antlered Faunus' arms and drove him into the wall with a yell. He ducked under another gunshot and lifted his head quickly, head-butting the Faunus he just plowed. The shotgun fell to the ground as the antlered Faunus dropped, dazed, but not out. The Assailant, unable to capitalize on this, turned his attention to the two other White Fang members that were already taking aim at him, one had a tail and the other had goat-like horns. He struck one on the forearm, forcing the goat-horned Faunus to redirect his gun and fire a round right into the antlered Faunus' thigh.

"AHH!"

That takes him down. The Assailant thought bitterly as he fought off the goat-horned Faunus and the tailed one – A dog Faunus, maybe? – that he just disarmed. One wrapped their arms around him from behind, an attempt to hold him down, which allowed one punch to get in, before the Assailant lifted his legs up and kicked the attacker, the goat-horned Faunus, in the gut. The Assailant twisted himself out of the hold and tossed the tailed Faunus over his shoulder with a grunt of effort.

A punch from the side sent the Assailant to the wall, used to keep him upright from the surprise blow. The Assailant fought off a bull-horned Faunus and what appeared to be another low-level White Fang grunt, using his legs and arms to block attacks while he kept himself pressed against the wall. Apparently they realized that guns in a small area were not smart.

They were still sort of stupid, though. The goat-horned Faunus and the tailed Faunus rose back to their feet and joined in on the attempted beat-down.

Starting to feel a little claustrophobic. I need some air! The Assailant thought. He caught the bull-horned Faunus' next punch and kicked the featureless grunt low like he had the ram-horned Faunus earlier. With his free hand, he released the straight stick in his grasp and let it hang around his wrist from the strap that protruded from the handle. A quick jerk of his arm and the club spun like a rotary blade, blowing both the goat-horned Faunus and the tailed Faunus into the far wall.

The Assailant swung his spinning club up into the bull-horned Faunus' chin. The White Fang member found himself imbedded head and shoulders into the ceiling, dangling like a chandelier, and the Assailant dropped to the ground, his balance off from being against the wall. With labored breaths, the Assailant, the goat-horned Faunus, the tailed Faunus and the bland, featureless White Fang grunt got back to their feet.

"Wh-What the hell is your deal?" the featureless grunt asked.

The Assailant could've made a quip, a joke, or something witty, but he was more interested in knocking out the grunt that he had used to destroy the door of the first room he entered. He twisted his left wrist and his straight stick split, before he threw his arm out and the top half of the weapon launched like a rocket into the rising grunt's eye. The White Fang grunt dropped and the top portion of the stick returned to the base, thanks to the retractable cable that connected the two halves.

"...Shit, that was pretty co-ugh!" A stick across the face shut the goat-horned Faunus up quickly. Compliments, while amusing and nice to hear from one's opponent, were not welcome from these terrorists. Kidnappers. The Assailant grabbed the Faunus by his horns, a socially unacceptable action and frowned upon maneuver in a mediated fight, and drove his knee up into the Faunus' sternum. He repeated the harsh blow a few times, certain he heard a small crack on the last, before he was forced to release the horns because of the tailed Faunus, who tackled him to the ground.

The tailed White Fang member sat on his stomach and punched at his arms, because who willingly took a blow to the face? The Assailant moved one arm out to stop the next punch before it could be thrown and wrapped his other arm around the back of the criminal's neck. He pulled his attacker down and his skull collided into the Faunus' face, which resulted in the sickening crunch of a nose being broken.

Pushing the White Fang member off of him, the Assailant rose up and stared down the last grunt, who trembled where he stood. A rookie, possibly. Maybe even his age. A kid with anger that he wanted to direct at something. New blood, new to the game, new to the realities of what they do.

New to the punishment of their group's actions.

The grunt took a step back and turned to run. The Assailant debated whether or not letting the rookie go would be a good idea. A second of thought later, and he lifted his right arm and his thumb pressed a button on the side of his club. The tip switched up, revealing a simple reticule and a hollow barrel.

Night, night. The Assailant thought as an orange ball of light fired from his club into the fleeing White Fang member's back. The teenage terrorist was launched a few feet further and slammed face first into the wall of the first hallway. He dropped like a sack of potatoes. The kid was lucky that the Assailant didn't believe in using lethal flare rounds like other flare-gun users did, otherwise, he'd have more than a burnt and bruised back to worry about.

The Assailant waited a moment, listening for the sounds of any sort of struggle, or rising foes. With heavy breaths, all he heard were the subtle and soft moans or groans of pain or the even breathing of those knocked unconscious. Once he was sure that it was safe, he slipped his two singlesticks back into their holsters. He turned and went to the metal door at the end of the hallway.

He paused before opening the door. Frightened whimpers and choked sobs tickled his ears. The odor of fresh urination filled his nostrils. These two factors made him realize that maybe he should be handle this delicately. So, with another moment used to confirm that there were no witnesses he didn't need, the Assailant lifted his hands to his mask and pushed the cloth up. Blue eyes, hard and focused, blinked several times to adjust to the small lighting they were introduced to. The hand that pushed his mask up drifted back down and briefly touched three thin lines on one of his cheeks, mirrored on the other. The child might not trust him, even be afraid of him, but the Assailant was used to such things occurring with his peers.

So, it was with slowly steadying breaths that he opened the door and walked in. The room would appear empty to someone without advanced senses, with enough shadows to conceal any hiding spots. But the faint shuddering breaths told him where to find the child.

Slowly, he crouched down and his eyes met with those of a frightened young boy, hiding under the small table within the room, hidden in the shadows. A smile, as friendly as he could make with as tired and sore as he was, spread across the Assailant's face.

"Hi." He breathed out. The boy said nothing, continuing to stare at him with tear-stained eyes, filled with fear. The Assailant continued softly once his breathing had even out and his voice was less gruff. "I know you're scared, but I'm here to help you. You don't have to be scared anymore." The Assailant held his hand out. "Okay?"

"O-Okay." The boy slowly took his hand and sniffled as he was guided out from his hiding spot. Quietly, the boy admitted his shame. "I peed."

Were it not such a serious and delicate moment, the Assailant would've snickered.

"That's okay, I'd have done the same thing." He said instead. The Assailant picked the boy up gently under the arms and carried the child on his hip. "Now..." He pulled his mask back down and walked out of the room while the boy wrapped his arms around his neck. "Let's get you home to your Dad."

The Assailant carried the boy into the hallway, walking over the unconscious bodies like they were cracks in the sidewalk.

They left the building without any issue.

The Assailant climbed up a fire escape ladder before taking the stairs up to the top of a small rundown apartment building. He'd successfully returned the boy home. The police around the estate were baffled by the child's sudden reappearance, and the parents, the mother especially, were too grateful to have the boy back to even bother wondering how the boy returned. His deed for the night done, the Assailant returned home, opening the window to the fire escape and climbing inside.

Once he was in, he shut the window and pulled his impromptu mask from his head, revealing short and shaggy blond hair along with his other features, and tossed it to the side of the room. Sluggishly, he made his way to the Screen and turned it on, listening to the news report on the 'breaking story' of the young Winchester boy's sudden return home. As he started to peel his clothes off, the Assailant heard the head of the house speak out:

"Earlier today I realized how foolish I've been to underestimate these monsters, this White Fang, when they kidnapped my youngest son, Robin. Tonight, I'm lucky that some stranger, some noble Huntsman, stepped up without request and saved him. There is an unsung hero out there, one who braved death against these-these hopeless animals to save an innocent boy. To that hero I say this: Thank you."

You know, it'd feel a whole lot better if you didn't demonize the Faunus terrorist group like that. The Assailant mused as he set his gloves and singlesticks on a counter. He closed his eyes and moved his hand around slightly before he found his Scroll, purposefully left behind in case the worst happened. Opening the device, he played back the first voice message of many that came from the same person.

Beep. "Hey-y-y, Naruto. You know you promised to come over to Junior's tonight~! Mel and I are getting awfully lonely without our golden teddy bear to keep us company."

The Assailant, Naruto, felt his eye twitch as he undid the knots that kept his boots on. He hated that nickname so much. Before the message could finish, he deleted it, and let the next one play while he kicked his boots off.

Beep. "Naruto, come on. Is this about the 'teddy bear' thing? You promised to come over tonight. It's not everyday our favorite customer gets accepted into Beacon Academy, you know."

"Oh god...why?" Naruto groaned in mild pain. He was sore already and...damn, the bullet grazed his arm. With a grimace at the revelation, Naruto reached into a nearby drawer and pulled out a sewing kit. Thankfully, the wound wasn't too deep, but it was deep enough to require stitches. He deleted the message and started to prepare a thread and needle.

Beep. "Naruto~, Junior's got a special batch of Ramen cooking just for you. Come on, everyone's here! Well, not everyone, but you'll see him once you get to Beacon, I'm sure. Still, you're going away for so long! The least you could do is come say goodbye to me and Mel!"

"Miltiades is always so freakin' pushy..." Naruto mumbled. He hissed when the needle slipped and went through his skin crooked. "Ow, dammit."

All he wanted to do was to go to bed and sleep this night off like a bad hangover, but he was sure her next message will be a threat.

Beep. "All right, I'm being serious Naruto Alistair. You've got an hour tops before Melanie and I come over there and drag your ass to The Club. So if you were smart, which I hope you are, you'll do the smart thing and be here before the time limit's up!"

Naruto glanced at the time the message was left and the time it was now.

Fuck.

As if on cue, there was a loud banging on his door.

"Naruto Alistair, you open this door right now, you selfish ass! Or I'll break it down!"

Naruto looked at the needle and thread in his arm, to the door, and then to the fire escape before he hung his head in defeat.

Fuck!

AN: So this is the new RWBY crossover. Yes, there's elements of Daredevil in it, but no more than that, I swear. There's no Kingpin, no Avengers, and no Defenders. ...Stick may make an appearance, but, c'mon. He's Stick.

Anyway, give me your thoughts!

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