'Wake Up, Jason. Mommy has something for you to do.'

The voice of his mother woke him from his slumber once more. His eyes opening, he was immediately blinded by the bright sky, as he hadn't opened his eyes in a long time. His eyes burned as if they were meatballs in boiling water. Still, pain didn't faze him much anymore. As his eyes adjusted, he sat up. He noted there were no sticks or dirt trying to hold him down. There was nothing. He was in his outfit that he had on when he had faced Tommy Jarvis for a second time. His machete, clean from any blood, was to his side.

'This is not Earth, my sweet boy. This is world called Remnant. It houses many wonders, but also many more horrors than our world. Such as the creatures of Grimm. You have been given a chance at redemption.'

Redemption? But wasn't he supposed to kill? To defend his territory from intruders, like the bad people?

'Jason, sweetie, those were hallucinations. You were traumatized by my death, as was I yours. But sweetie, I have realized my error, and so must you. I love you, but I do not want you to share my fate.'

That voice at the lake? That his mother? He truly was crazy? Those poor children.

'Do not feel bad for all of them, Jason. But we must focus. You have been given a mission by a higher power. Think of these two people. Ruby Rose, and Professor Ozpin, or Ozma.'

Doing as his mother said, he thought of these two strangers, but he then realized that he suddenly knew who they were. Ruby Rose was a young fifteen year old girl, training to be a huntress at a place called Beacon Academy. She wanted to help people, and slay these creatures of Grimm. As per Academy rules, she carried a duel weapon, with a scythe and sniper form, although the handle looked more like a sniper in scythe form. But Ozpin... Ozpin confused him. He had memories of one man, that looked like two different people, almost like the blue lady from the comics who could change who she was. One wore a green suit, with a cane, a coffe mug, some glasses, and white hair. But the other one, "Ozma" as he was, looked more like someone from the Victorian Era.

'Ozpin reincarnates, everytime he dies, but he keeps the memories and experience of his previous lives. He has been given a mission, by the same being who gives you yours, to stop an immortal woman named Salem, who desires the end of mankind. He has given two ways to do this, helping her realize the importance between life and death, or kill her in some way. His way of the second option lies within you and young Miss Rose. Because you are also immortal, you can fight evenly with Salem and find a way to kill her. Unlike you, she can't come back if she is killed. Your mission, is to protect Miss Rose from harm, and help Ozpin destroy Salem.'

He was killing one last time, this time for the sake of a whole planet.

'Not quite, my sweet boy.'

Huh?

'You will end up killing more than just Salem. But do not kill anyone who does not deserve it.'

Oh.

'I will not always be here to talk, but I am to guide you, should you need it. You will also notice that you have an innate awareness of where Miss Rose is as all times. This is to help in keeping her safe.'

Thinking of where she was, he found that was true. In fact, the young girl wasn't that far. In the same forest, actually.

'As I have already told you, you still retain your immortality. However, you have also been given an Aura. This is a manifestation of ones soul, to protect them from harm. You will not need it as much as others, bu it will help you to blend in. It does come with an extra feature. With an Aura comes one's semblance, or, there unique ability. Ozpin's is unknown, but Miss Rose has the ability to move at superspeed in a burst of rose petals. You, sweetie have the ability to manipulate weather. This will allow you to quickly revive yourself with a lightning storm, even if you are put to sleep.'

Finally standing up, he bent down to pick up his prized machete. He examine it thoroughly, curious as to how all the bloodstains, scratches, and dents disappeared from it. It looked like new, shining brilliantly under the fiery sun, complete with a restored, unbandaged rubber handle.

'As for your machete, you've been given a link to it. It can only be weilded by you, and you can summon it with a though right back into your hand. It works similarly to Mjolnir, from Norse Mythology.'

Thor, the God of Thunder and Lightning

'Now sweetie, it's time to begin. Find Miss Rose. She will lead you to Ozpin. When you get there, you will find a note in your right shirt pocket for him. It will explain your purpose.'

With a nod to his mother, even if she couldn't see it, he thought of the Rose girl's location. She was about a mile southeast. With his walking speed, he should be there in about three minutes. Keeping her location in his head, he took off in her direction, determined to ensure her safety. As he walked, he let out one sound, that was creepy enough to warn everything in the vicinity of his dangerous presence.

"Ki, Ki, Ki. Ma, Ma, Ma."

Now, as a huntress in training, Ruby could certainly hold her own in a battle. She wasn't as good as a graduated, experienced huntsman, but she could still fight no problem. She had faced many Grimm. From hordes of Beowolves to Creeps. At this point they were child's play. In fact, Just last winter, she took down an entire horde in the forest next to her mother, Summer Rose's grave. She could even take down a group of thugs and send a well known criminal running.

But a Deathstalker AND a Nevermore? Nope.

She had always wanted to be a huntress, and help people. It was her dream. But how could she train and accomplish it if she couldn't even complete initiation for Beacon? So, with her cape caught in the razor sharp Nevermore wing, staring in fear at the approaching Deathstalker, like a deer in headlights, she felt sadness, failure, and regret wash over her, as well as fear, as she realized that this was probably the day she died. Her chances of survival got slimmer and slimmer as it approached. Her regret only grew as she tugged hopelessly at her cloak, with Yang's voice crying out her name behind her.

The Deathstalker was finally in front of her, and she could only stare in horror as it reared it's tail back, it's stinger ready to impale her, or maybe chop her in half. She didn't know, but she was about to find out, to her horror. And as it drove it's stinger down, she clamped her eyes shut, bracing herself for the pain. For a split second, her life flashed before her eyes, from her oldest memory, to her acceptance into Beacon.

She was thrown from her thoughts as she heard the Deathstalker screech. But she felt no pain. Slowly, she cracked her eyes to see what was happening, before they shot wide open at the site in front of her. A machete, a plain old machete, was embedded in the stinger, down to the hilt, with the tip of the blade protruding from the other side. Her jaw dropped as the Deathstalker screeched wildly in pain. That shouldn't have been possible. Machetes weren't made from any known material strong enough to pierce a Grimm's flesh, let alone a Deathstalker's stinger. The strongest material she knew of for them was steel.

Her attention was pulled from the Deathstalker, as she felt her strained cloak being freed, causing momentum to send her to the ground. Pushing herself up, she turned around, sitting herself up on her behind, and stared in the direction of her unkown savior. When she spotted him, she felt slight fear at his appearance. He was built like a tank, his large muscular physique dwarfing any other she had seen. He was tall, easily a foot taller than Yang. He was probably taller than Professor Ozpin, if by only a few inches. He wore a faded green button up shirt, and a pair of dark blue jeans, and some heavy black boots. He had a utility belt, with a sheath to the machete on it. His skin was unlike any other she had seen. It was pitch black, and it looked rotted.

His distuingishing feature, however, was his mask. He wore a faded white hockey mask, a goalie mask, specifically, It had three red chevrons on it, one on each cheek, pointing towards each eyeball, and a wide one between above the eyes, pointing down between him. And in his hand was the Nevermore feather that had her pinned only a moment ago.

He tilted his head at her, almost as if he was checking her. Like he was concerned for her. But before she could say anything, he dropped the feather and abruptly turned around, facing the still flailing Deathstalker. She watched as her savior silently approached the Deathstalker with no fear whatsoever, before her shock skyrocketed as he grabbed the tail in his hand, stopping it completely and leaving only the attached tail swinging. His grip was like a vice, as no matter how much the Deathstalker or it's tail moved, it's tail wouldn't budge. Finally, after a few moments of stillness, he reached up and violently pulled the machete free, before pulling on the stinger and, in one swift movement, slicing the stinger from the tail.

The Deathstalker let out an even louder screech of pain as it flailed it's now stingerless tail around. But it didn't feel much pain for long, as only a couple seconds later, the masked man jammed the stinker into the Deathstalker's skull with enough force for it go right through and impale itself into the ground. The Deathstalker went limp, and Ruby watched her savior turn sheath his machete and turn to her. Her fear had only risen at this display of power, and his silence certainly didn't help. He stared at her for a few moments, before approaching her. Each step was loud and heavy, sounding similar to a stomp rather than a step. His towering form stopped in front of her, and a sudden movement made her flinch, clenching her eyes shut and turning away. But when she felt no pain, she turned to look back at her savior.

He held his hand out in her direction. It took her a moment to realize that he was offering her a hand up.

"Oh." She laughed nervously as she took his hand. "Thanks." He pulled her up with ease, almost sending her flying onto her face, but his large arm kept that from happening. She stared up at the masked man for a few moments, before realizing that she was still holding onto his hand. With a nervous laugh, she let go of his hand, allowing both of them to return to there sides. She was about to ask who he was, but she was interrupted by her sisters happy cry.

"Ruby!" The red dressed girl turned just in time to have her sister wrap her arms around her in a relieved hug. "I'm so glad you're safe!" Ruby returned Yang's hug, happy to be in warm, familiar presence, with a smile. When they finally parted, Ruby gestured towards tha large masked man behind her, whom Yang's eyes widened at.

"It's because of him that I'm safe." Ruby explained with a bright smile. Her relief at being alive quickly made way for excitement. "Did you see what he did?!"

"No." Yang shook her head. "I was to busy worrying about you." She ruffled her sister's hair, to Ruby's happiness for once.

Ruby pouted, but realized she couldn't explain right now, if the screeching Nevermore was any indication. Turning to the masked man, she asked him the obvious question. "What's your name?"

She saw his one visible eye widen, even in the shadow of the mask, before he looked around, almost as if searching for something, to the girls confusion. His search moved to himself for a moment, before he abruptly pulled his machete. The girls backed up in slight shock, but they soon understood what he was doing as he started slashing as the ground, carving something into it. When he was finished, he sheathed his machete and gestured to the carving. The girls walked up and looked at it. At first, they were confused, as it was scratched with no curves, but they in evenually understood. In big scratchy letters read his name.

N

Jason really hoped they understood. He was happy when the blond haired girl turned to look at him. "Jason? Your name is Jason?" Slowly, he tilted his head down in a nod, confirming her question. "Why didn't you just tell us?" His happiness was quickly squashed at her question, as it brought back awful memories. He couldn't speak. His lungs were to waterdamaged.

"Maybe he can't speak, Yang." Ruby spoke up. He nodded. "See?"

"Oh. Sorry to hear that." Yang apologized with her head hung low. Jason shrugged his shoulders. Yang looked back up at him and held out her hand to him. "Thanks for saving my sister, Jason. She's the only other person I have."

Jason tilted his head, but couldn't ask any further. Before the conversation could continue, the screech of the giant black bird in the sky brought them out of their conversation.

"Come on! We have to go before that thing gets us!" Ruby exclaimed, pulling one of Yang and Jason's arms each. Jason silently laughed at the display, before pulling his arm from her grip, causing both of their gazes to fall on him. "Are you trying to get us killed?!" Jason shook his head, before unsheathing his machete. He examined the bird in the sky, silently debating how he was gonna do this, before pulling his machete back behind his head, and throwing the machete with both arms. He aimed it just in front of the Grimm, and his aim paid off when the machete struck the beast with enough force to pass right through it. Using his newfound link, he was able to manipulate the machete in such a way that it appeared to move back into his hand like a boomerang. The moment it was within range, he cought it by the handle, before sheathing it. He turned to the girls stunned faces.

They stood in silence for a moment, before Ruby brought her hand up to the sides of her face. "That. Was. AWESOME!" Faster than Jason could anticipate, she was by his side, bent down so the she was level with his machete, and examining it the best she could. "How did you do that?! A normal machete shouldn't even be able to pierce a Grimm's flesh!" She exclaimed in excitement. Jason smiled under his mask. With his strength and it's better durability, that wouldn't be a problem.

"Uh, sis?" Yang's voice caught their attention, and they turned to face her. "If you wanna get into Beacon now, your friend just made it a walk to the cliff." Ruby's eyes widened, before remembering that she had left everyone else at the ruins, including a probably very cranky heiress.

"Uh oh."

As they approached the large group, Jason noted that everyone there was staring at him. Except one.

"You are so childish!" A girl in white, with white hair extending down to her knees, screeched at Ruby, who hung her head low in shame.

"I just wanted you to know I could do it." She said quietly, almost afraid to speak to the girl.

"I knew you could do it you dolt! I just wanted you to use some strategy!" The girl turned her attention to Jason. "And who's the bum?"

The insult burned Jason alive, but considering his mission, and that he had to change his ways a little, he knew he couldn't kill her. And since she knew Ruby, she was probably her friend. Even if she had insulted him.

"This 'bum' saved my life!" Ruby exclaimed, speaking up for Jason. "And his name is Jason."

"How'd he do that to the Nevermore?!" A blonde haired boy with a sword exclaimed in surprise.

"Maybe he's just strong, Jaune. That could be his semblance." A red head with emerald eyes reasoned. Well, she had one thing correct. The red head turned her attention to Jason. "Hello Jason. It's nice to meet you." She held her hand out in a greeting, which Jason returned. The girl's face took on an appearance of slight pain, and he assumed it was because of his strength. His thought was confirmed when she spoke up. "Ouch. You sure do have a grip."

"Are you kidding me? Did you see what he did to that Deathstalker?!" Ruby exclaimed, catching everyone's attention.

"Sorry, but that was actually almost impossible to see. We only know he killed it." A girl with a black bow spoke up.

"He stopped it's stinger with his hand, chopped it off, and then shoved it through it's skull! HE WAS STRONGER THAN THE DEATHSTALKER FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!" Ruby's declaration shocked everyone, and all attention was suddenly on him. He had the feeling that not all of it was good.

"Well, props to you, Jason! You really are a hunk." Yang joked. Considering what he had been taught, he had to remind himself that he wasn't to kill just because someone does... that stuff. Old habits die hard.

"Aren't you gonna say anything?" His attention was drawn to someone standing next to him. Turning to his left, he suddenly found a girl with sky blue eyes and bright orange hair standing next to him. "And what's wrong with your skin?"

"He can't speak." Ruby explained for him. "But I was wondering about the skin."

"Well we can talk about his skin later! Me? I wanna get through initiation." Yang exclaimed. "We can talk on the way." And with that, she picked up one of the pieces sitting on a column. Nodding, Ruby followed suit, picking up one of the pieces, along with the blond one with the sword. Jaune, if he remembered.

"Come on, Jason!" Ruby said, gesturing in the direction where everyone else was walking away. Ruby herself turned and joined them. Jason turned to look at the pieces sitting on the columns. He wasn't a student, but should he take one anyway? When he found Ozpin, it might show that he needed to be there. But what if it was only for the students? Would Ozpin mind? He doubted it, but he was concerned anyway. His attention was pulled once again by Ruby. "Come on! We're leaving you behind!" Turning back to the pieces, he picked up the closest one he could find, before walking after the others, catching up in no time. Being able to walk at an inhuman speed had it's perks.

"So, Jason. It's time you meet everyone!" Yang exclaimed. "You see, we are in initiation to be accepted into Beacon Academy. When we landed in the forest, the first person we made eye contact with became our partner for the next four years. Once we complete our initiation, Ozpin will sort us into teams of four."

Jason tilted his head. That sounded convoluted, confusing, stupid, and unfair. Shaking his head, he listened back in on what Yang was saying. Raising her finger, she pointed at the girl in black bow.

"That's my partner, Blake." Said girl promptly waved. Yang moved her finger to the white haired girl. "That's Ruby's partner. Weiss Schnee." The girl let out a 'hmph' in response. "Bundle of joy, isn't she?" Yang's finger moved toward's the other blonde of the group. "That's Jaune. We call him Vomit Boy."

"Airsickness is a very common thing!" The boy exclaimed in annoyance. Jason would've laughed if he could've. Yang's finger moved to the kind red head.

"That's Pyrrha Nikos-"

"Yang, he probably already knows who she is. Unlike him." Weiss spoke up, jerking her thumb towards Jaune. She turned her gaze to Jason. "Don't you?" Jason simply tilted his head in response. He had no idea who she was. This wasn't lost on Weiss, who's eyes widened in shock. "You have got to be kidding me!"

"I'm well known for my combat skills." Pyrrha explained. "But it's okay if you don't know me." Jason shrugged his shoulders. If she was well known, he'd like to fight her, given the chance. Not kill her, just fight her. But now wasn't the time. And he knew better than to start an unneeded fight.

"Right. Um, I didn't catch your names." Yang said speaking to the boy in green and the orange haired girl from earlier.

"Lie Ren. It is a pleasure to meet you, Jason." The green dressed boy spoke up.

"Nora Valkyrie, Nice to meet ya!" The orange haired girl was hyperactive, Jason noticed instantly. He nodded in their direction.

"So, Jason, what's your semblance? Can you show us?" Ruby asked, looking at the towering giant behind her. Jason was about to show them, but Pyrrha's next words made him think.

"He's most likely strong. If what he did to those Grimm are any clue." Jason realized it would probably be better to stick with that, rather than show him his weather manipulation. He'd show them, only if he really had to. Looking at the ground, he found a small rock, the size of a baseball. He stopped and picked it up, causing most of the group to stop and look at him. He hefted it a little, and noted that it weighed a little more than a baseball, but that probably wouldn't matter. He spotted a thick tree about ten feet away. The group watched as he chucked the rock casually, looking like he barely used any strength...

...And they watched it go straight through the tree, snapping it in half like a toy.

"And we found someone stronger than me." Yang joked, although it was true. Sure, she could get strong enough to do that, but not as easily as Jason did it.

"Woah." Ruby had stars in her eyes at the display.

"Hey, there's Professor Ozpin!" Weiss spoke, pointing at the top of a cliff, where Jason spotted the man he was supposed to be looking for, and a woman who most likely knew him.

Now, in his thousands of years reincarnating, Ozpin could rarely be surprised by anything at this point. He had fought many battles, been betrayed by many people, been surprised by many things. It was at this point that he thought he could safely say he was prepared for anything.

Some of his students finishing initiation and approching him and Glynda with a man a few inches taller and easily stronger than himself, out of a forest than no one could survive in without experience, however, he could not prepare for.

He approached his students, and began. "I assume that you all completed the mission correctly?"

"Each pair has a relic, and we all made it sir." Ruby answered.

"So I've noticed." Ozpin replied, with a small smile. "But I must wonder, where did you find your friend?" He gestured with his mug towards the large man.

"This is Jason." Ruby spoke up, looking up at the man. "He saved my life, sir."

Ozpin turned to look at Jason, who's eyes were locked onto him. "I thank you for saving one of my students, but you do know that this was an initiation for a huntsman school, right?" He watched the man approache him, until he stood in front of Ozpin, and Jason reached up to his shirt pocket. Ozpin watched him pull a piece of paper from it, before holding it out for Ozpin to take. Ozpin looked at it for a moment and took it. It was a note. He skimmed over it for a moment, his eyes widening slightly, before smiling at Jason. "Well," He tucked the piece of paper in his pocket, and addressed Jason. "Welcome to Beacon Academy, Mr. Voorhees. I will speak to you in my office." He turned to Ruby. "Miss Rose, would you be so kind as to show Mr. Voorhees to my office, and then report to the auditorium for team announcements?"

Ruby nodded, and the group dispersed, with Glynda walking alongside Ozpin.

"What was in that note to make you accept another random student, Ozpin? And an adult, of all people."

"He knows, Glynda." Glynda's eyes widened at his statement.

"He knows? What do you mean?"

"He knows about Salem, and he knows about my... ability." Ozpin explained, taking a sip from his mug.

"How?"

"The God of Light has given him a chance for redemption. His job is to help me defeat Salem, and to protect young Miss Rose. Both Jason and Ruby will play an important role in stopping Salem."

"But, Ozpin. Miss Rose is only fifteen, and that man looks like he's homeless." Glynda objected. Then she noticed what Ozpin had said. "Wait, redemption?"

"Mr. Voorhees drowned when he was only a child, at a childrens camp, due to extreme bullying, and the guidence councelors copulating. He was brought back by very dark magic." Ozpin clarified.

Glynda was horrified. "What could cause such harrasment?"

"Poor Jason was born with extreme deformities on one of the most unluckiest days in his world."

"My god. And what is this dark magic?"

"His grieving mother used a necromancy spell from an evil book, the Necronomicon Ex Mortis. It quite literally means the Book of the Dead."

"Well, that explains his death and resurrection," Glynda replied. "But what did he do that he is being given a chance at redemption?"

"He witnessed his mother's death. Traumatized, he has been experiencing hallucinations driving him to kill for thirty years straight."

Glynda's eyes widened and she covered her mouth in shock.

"The spell used to resurrect him effectively makes him immortal. Every time he dies, he returns. This is apparently the key to defeating Salem."

"So what are you going to do?" Glynda asked, getting over her shock.

"I'm going to announce teams, speak with young minded Jason, and then I will decide what to do." Ozpin finally decided, taking a sip from his mug.

"Do we tell James and Qrow? What about the other headmasters?"

Ozpin shook his head. "No. James, although well meaning, would likely rather lock Jason up, and Qrow probably wouldn't be to happy having a former mass murderer close to his niece."

Glynda sighed. "Okay. But I really don't like this."

"That's understandable, but I need you and the other Beacon teachers to know, so that you may help him through his times of need."

Jason was bored. He was very rarely ever bored. Back in Crystal Lake, or 'Forest Green' as they call it, He was either killing, or resting. If he was killing, he was angry and happy. Angry at the trespassers, but happy that he was successfully defending his property. If he was resting, he was content. He had done his job, and he could rest and wait for the next evetual trespassers. But now? He could neither of those things.

He stood in the middle of the room, Ozpin's office. It was fairly larger than any office he had seen. It was almost as large as one of the cabins back in Crystal Lake. The walls were made of glass, exposing the gears in them. It made the room look a little like a clockwork design. The office, unsurprisingly, was green. The desk was curved, with a rotating office chair in the middle. Behind the desk and chair was a large glass window, giving Ozpin (and any guest with him) a quick view of the outside.

He didn't want to sit in Ozpin's chair. His mother had taught him that sitting in another's chair was disrespectful. Besides, he had no problem with standing. He'd done it all the time back home. It was pretty much a requirement. Being able to stand in one place for long periods of time. Or, stalking. It helped him track down any trespassers, or let one lead him to the rest. The only real time he hadn't needed to stalk when finding victims was at that cornfeild rave in Springwood.

But that was also partially HIS fault. That man had tricked him. Made him kill so many people. But it did backfire. He lost victims, and got his ass kicked. He still remembered that whole fight in vivid detail. His favorite part was driving Krueger's own gloved hand through his chest. He didn't deal the killing blow, but he may as well have. Even with Krueger's abilities, he wasn't living through that in the real world. But that didn't mean he would stay dead, although a way would be found to kill him. Again.

Although, if he's being honest, that wasn't his most difficult fight. That position belonged to the Shepherd girl. Tina, if he was correct. Her abilities rivaled his in a sense that Freddy's couldn't. In the dream realm, fighting Freddy was a little similar to fighting Tina, although Freddy was shockingly a little weaker. In the real world, Freddy was faster, but easier to scare. Tina, however terrified she was, never ran. Never coward away. She stood her ground and fought. That was about the only fight where he was evenly matched. Her abilities even gave her an advantage. Although, it didn't seem like she could do much to him directly, but it was still difficult. He certainly didn''t expect the outcome. He was dragged underwater, and ended up in Manhatten! By snagging onto a boat! How does that even happen?!

Silently sighing, he walked over to one of walls, examining the rotating gear system inside. He couldn't, for the life of him, figure out what they were operating. It wasn't a display, they were real, fuctioning, rotating gears. Maybe they were for show? Were they actually a part of anything? Or was Ozpin just a fan of intricate designs like this? Either way, it fascinated him. He had never seen something like this. The most fascinating thing he had seen before this was probably that family of cannibals. Despite what they did, they were able to stay a family. What were their names? The big one with the chainsaw was Bubba, he knew that. Wasn't the cooker Drayton? He didn't care what the other asshole's name was. The Sawyers, if he remembered right. Sure, they parted on bad terms, but he understood what happened. They were family. He attacked. Of course it wasn't going to end well, but it was fun while it lasted.

Thinking of fun, he wondered what his experience with Ruby and her friends were gonna be like. He knew immediately that he had no problem with Yang and Blake. He didn't mind Nora and Jaune, and he liked Ren and Pyrrha. But Weiss?

He hated her. He did hope they could get along if they had to, but he couldn't even lie. He did not like her. At all.

Moving along the wall, he found himself staring out the large window. The office was at the top of the tower, so he had a clear view of the court yard, the dorms, and some of the outer bits of Beacon. He also saw what looked like a large communication tower. Probably had something to do with those glowing glass phones they had. It was extremely high. He wondered how painful it would be if he fell from here. Wouldn't kill him, that's for sure, but it would certainly hurt like hell. The longest fall he had ever really had was when he was flung from that van and into the Crystal Lake woods. It hurt, but he was up and at em' in no time. He faced Freddy not even an hour after that. That, honestly, was fun.

He enjoyed the view, staring out the window, for about the next half hour, waiting, until it paid off as he heard the elevator ding and heard two people exit.

"That view truly never gets old." The familiar voice of Ozpin spoke up behind him. Jason turned his gaze from the window to Ozpin, finally getting a good look at the woman who was with him earlier. She had a bigger version of one of those glowing glass phones in her hand, almost like a tablet. She had a stern look on her face, giving him a look of distrust. If he was to attend Beacon, he hoped to change that. Jason circled the desk, completely opposite of Ozpin, eventually ending back where he was as Ozpin sat down in his chair, setting his mug down and leaning his cane against the desk. "So, let's go over what we know." Ozpin's eyes moved in Jason direction, a small smile on his face. "You are from another world, and you were a mass murderer. Is that correct."

Jason, without hesitation, nodded. He figured it was best to be brutally honest if he were to help him.

"And you drowned when you were a boy, at a summer camp due to bullying, and in part to the neglect of the councilors. Correct?"

Again, a nod.

"And you have been given a mission, to protect one of my students, young Miss Rose, and help me stop Salem. Is that correct?" Ozpin was staring Jason dead in the eye, and was still keeping his smile, despite what he knew about Jason. Jason found it odd, but he wasn't questioning it. He nodded in response to Ozpin's question. "Okay, are planning on attending Beacon?"

Jason thought for a moment, and nodded. He wasn't a teenager. Not even close. But he had to stay close if he was going to fulfill his mission.

"Well, Mr. Voorhees, I must ask, how old are you?" That question got him. He understood the need to know, that wasn't what had him. No, what had him was the fact that he didn't actually know. He knew that technically, he was old. Really old. If he had a normal life, he'd be a grandpa at this point. But, he hadn't actually kept track. If he had to guess, he'd say seventy or eighty years old. He started looking around the office for something to use to convey the message, but he was interrupted by Ozpin's chuckle. "Mr. Voorhees, I'm well of you inability to talk." He pulled a piece of paper and a pencil from under his desk, and slid them towards Jason. "Which is why I took the liberty of providing you with a way of communication, for our conversation anyway."

Nodding, Jason leaned down, steadying the paper so he could write on it. He picked up the pencil, and went to write down his age, but when he touched the paper, an audible snap was heard. Picking it up to look at the tip, he saw why. He had forgotten his own strength apparently, and snapped the pencil tip completely off. Looking down at the paper, he saw the pencil tip laying on the paper. Taking one last look at the piece in his head, he sat it down next to the paper, before grabbing the tip with his index finger and thumb, and gently writing the number seventy on it, sliding it back to Ozpin once he was finished.

"Seventy?" Ozpin asked once he picked up the paper. "Well, considering your immortality, I can't say it's very shocking." He sat the paper down and turned his gaze back to Jason. "This may be personal, but I must ask to see your face."

Jason's eye noticably widened. That wasn't something he was comfortable with. That was what the mask was for. To keep his face hidden. Escpecially now that he had to protect somone. Ozpin seemed to sense his discomfort.

"I understand why you are nervous. That is what the mask is for. I am merely asking as a sign of trust. Miss Goodwitch," He gestured to the woman standing next to him. "Already knows as much as I do. Show me, and I promise to keep you in the loop. Inform you of everything. We will keep no secrets."

Jason thought for a moment. That would be helpful. And if the blonde lady, Miss Goodwitch, really did know, that would make it much easier. And being informed of everything would certainly make his job easier. Hesitently, he nodded, and slowly raised his hands to his mask. He was actually gonna show them. Slowly, he raised the mask off his face, and let his hand drop to his side, grasping his mask, and turned his gaze to a now stunned Ozpin and Miss Goodwitch.

They didn't know what to say. To be brutally honest, they could see why he wanted to hide his face, especially considering it's condition now. He had no left eye, instead, in it's place was an empty eye socket, allowing them to see into his skull, which was only an empty husk. His skull was slightly warped, giving him an over arched brow. His right eye was bigger than what used to be his left eye, but it was also a few inches lower. His nose was crooked, bent almost sideways. He had an abnormally large overbite, and his teeth were all crooked, most of them point outside of his mouth. To put it simply, he looked horrifying. His face didn't even look normal.

Ozpin looked stunned for a few moments, before shaking his head and clearing his throat. "Well, I can see why you hide your face. No offense." Jason shrugged. "You may keep your mask, even in classes, but as per school rules, you will have to keep your weapon and belt in a school issued locker, unless participating in combat training." Ozpin explained. "You will also be required to follow the school dress code during classes, so as to avoid favoritism. You will be provided a school issued scroll as well."

Jason nodded. He understood all of that. But what about the team problem?

"As for teams, you will be given your own team room, and we will be giving you a team composed of new students as they arrive."

Oh.

"Any questions?"

Jason shook his head. Ozpin smiled.

"Good. Now, follow me. I must introduce you to the rest of the school."

After showing Jason to Ozpin's office, Ruby had immediatly reported to the auditorium, where Ozpin had announced teams. She had arrived just in time to see Ozpin form team CRDL. The next team he had formed was JNPR, consisting of Jaune, Pyrrha, Ren, and Nora. Somehow, Jaune had ended up leading the team. Her team was next. She had ended up on a team with Yang, Weiss, and Blake. They were Team RWBY. After announcing teams, Ozpin had instructed the students to await in the auditorium, and that he would return with instructions shortly. Ruby had a feeling it had something to do with Jason.

"Hey Yang, why do you think Ozpin wanted to talk to Jason?" The red cloaked girl turned to her older sister with the question.

"Considering he didn't start off as a student, and that we discovered him in the woods, it could be an interrogation." Yang proposed, bringing her hand up to her chin in a thinking pose.

"But what about that note?" Blake spoke up, catching their attention. "The moment he spotted Ozpin, he pulled that note from his shirt pocket and gave it directly to him. It was almost like he was searching for Ozpin."

"Maybe it was a note for his Beacon acceptance?" Ruby threw her idea out there. She honestly did hope that was the case. She had only just met Jason, but for a silent, muscular giant, he seemed pretty nice. He did save her life after all.

"I highly doubt that they would accept some hobo that was found in the woods." Weiss objected. "I mean, he couldn't even speak!"

"Hey, that's a little harsh." Yang defended Jason.

"Yeah. Just because someone can't speak doesn't mean they can't fight." Ruby crossed her arms. She really didn't like they way Weiss talked about him.

"And what about his mask? Why would he wear a mask?" Weiss pointed out. "Good people don't wear masks. Like the White Fang." Blake slightly flinched at that last statement, but didn't say anything.

"Maybe he has a good reason?" Blake proposed.

"Doubtful."

"Well, I guess we'll find out." Yang said, pointing to the stage. "Here comes Ozpin and Goodwitch."

Ozpin tapped the mic, catching everyone's attention, and cleared his throat. "Assuming nobody left, I'll make this quick. Most of you probably wonder why I made you wait here. That question is about to be answered." He didn't call them out, but his eyes scanned over teams JNPR and RWBY. "Upon completing initiation, a handfull of students returned with an unexpected guest. This guest helped these students through the initiation, and through circumstance, is another student."

Murmers and whispers washed over the crowd, mostly confused whispers of why Ozpin would do such a thing. Team RWBY had a pretty good idea of what he was talking about though.

"He's letting that bum attend Beacon?!" Weiss whispered in a quiet yell, shock filling her features.

"Hey! He's not that bad!" Ruby whispered back.

"You're just saying that because he saved you!"

Ruby mumbled under her breath in response.

"This student will be required to take an initiation course once we have recieved enough students to form his team. His whole team will take an initiation course." Ozpin caught their attention once more, silencing the crowd. "So, without further ado, allow me to introduce this new student." Ozpin backed away from the mic and turned his gaze to someone behind him. "Mr. Voorhees!"

Gasps echoed around the room as the new 'student' stepped forward. Ruby and Yang felt a small bit of happiness at seeing Jason step forward. He was being accepted into Beacon. They heard some comments fromm students around them, like "That's a student?!" and "He looks creepy!" One student even commented on his skin's odd coloration.

"This is Jason Voorhees." Ozpin spoke up, silencing the students and gesturing to Jason. "He will attend as a normal student, with the only exception being team activities. He cannot speak, so do not try to get him to. His mask is a personal item, and he is extremely protective of it. The staff have been warned of this and he will be allowed to wear it during classes. As for his skin, he was born with a rare genetic disease that makes his skin take on a black, rotted appearance."

Gasps and murmers of pity echoed throughout the auditorium.

"Aside from his mask," Ozpin's voice pulled in the students once more. "He will be expected to follow the same school rules and procedures as the rest of you. That is all."

Jason stepped away, allowing Glynda to walk up to the mic. "You have all been assigned dorms. You know where they are. You have today to find them, memorize their location, unpack, and organize." She informed them. "You all have your class list. Starting first thing tomorrow, class will be in session. You will be expected to arrive on time and without delay. Failure to abide by these rules will result in disciplinary action. You are dismissed."

A/N: And so ends chapter 1 of my new story, What I've Done. Now, I know, I already have enough stories, why ain't I updating them instead? Well, the answer, my friends, lies in my internet provider. Our internet provider overcharged us, and everytime we would pay what we actually owe, we'd get only eight days of service. My mother pretty much said 'Fuck that!' and I've been without internet ever since. And I haven't had the motivation to write story chapters to stories I already have in my free time, especially considering that I have gotten out of the fandoms that make most of them (Except AOT, but I ain't motivated to write a fic about that) so, sadly, for those of you that enjoyed my other stories, they are being cancelled. If you wish to continue them on your own, that's up to you, just PM me so I know. Anyway, back on topic, I'm am still a major fan of horror movies and my most favorite of all time remains Jason Voorhees from Friday the 13th. And I had gotten into RWBY, and it seems to be the only series that I stay into for a long time and always come back to. So this entered my mind, and the title comes from the Linkin Park song, and you have the story of What I've Done, the story of Jason's redemption by guarding Ruby and defeating Salem. Now, other slashers will make an appearance in the story, as AU characters, as well as the original characters, in some way, shape, or form. The most prominent character who appears as his original self will be Michael Myers of the Halloween series. But I don't want to spoil too much, so yeah. I'm hoping to make this my first real story, so criticism is welcome, just don't be a jackass about. I'm not going to give a release date for chapters anymore, I will only inform you that I will try to have each and every one out soon, but I make no promises. Especially considering my internet problem. Now, because I can't promise a release date for another chapter soon, I'm gonna write a sneak peak for chapter two.

Sneak Peek:
Cardin was on the ground, in pain, from the hit he had just taken from his own mace. His aura wasn't in the red, but goddamn if he didn't feel that last hit. What was that freak made of?!

As he watched, helplessly, as his team desperately tried to hoplessly take on the giant, he did the only thing he could think of.

He tried to get away.

He knew he was supposed to be the leader. He knew he was training to be a huntsman. And leaders and huntsmans don't run away. But if he was being honest, even if he was only a student, he highly doubted any huntsman had gone up against anybody or anything with the strength this... thing, possessed.

He realized everything had gone silent behind him, and he realized why as a large shadow passed over his crawling body. Forcing himself to look back, he found himself paralyzed with fear as he locked with that one eye, glaring at him through the hockey mask.