Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY. I only own the story, my OC, and the phone I am writing this on.

AN: Yes I know that I am writing yet another story. I personally would have just kept with the stories I have, but my mind refuses to let me. This story will probably be updated randomly so don't expect a time schedule. Well now on to the story. (Hits create story button.) Enjoy.

Running. Feet pounding on the ground. Breathing hard. Droplets of water zooming past. More feet behind.

He looked behind himself, his wet, black hair slapping his face. Saw the the men closing in. The men who wore strange masks. The men who created him.

He thought back to the day he awoke. The first thing he saw were these men. His torturers and abusers.

"He's awake." He heard someone say as he opened his eyes. He saw people in white coats. They all rushed to him. He blinked as he was blinded by a bright light. As his heart began to race he felt something prick his neck. He felt his heart rate slow.

"The subject is calming down." He heard a male voice say.

He still could not see anything due to the light. He squinted his eyes and turned his head to get away from the light. He saw a woman standing beside him. She wasn't like the white coats. Just looking at her made him feel safe. She wore white, but not the white of the whitecoats, it was more of a dirty white. She wore a white hood and had red and black hair. Her most striking feature was her silver eyes. She put her finger to her lips as if to tell him to be quite. It was as if the whitecoats didn't even see her.

Suddenly she dashed forward, bringing out a weapon he had hadn't noticed before. It was a white machete with a red rose on the hilt. She slammed the flat part of the blade on a whitecoat's head, knocking him out. The whitecoats unconscious form fell over, knocking over the light and a bag of liquid beside his bed. He could see!

He watched as the woman knocked out all of the whitecoats in the room. Suddenly the men in the masks burst through a door he hadn't noticed before. They were wielding red machetes. He watched as the woman in white blocked a swipe of a machete with her own. She then spun around and decapitated the man. A second attacked which she also killed.

He was then distracted by a whitecoat trying to stab hin with a needle. He watched as the whitecoat slipped on the bag of liquid and fell, the syringe stabbing into his own throat. The whitecoat just lay there, convulsing.

He heard a gasp and turned his head around. He saw a horrible sight. The woman in white impaled by a man with red hair's katana. The man wore a mask like the others. The woman in white dropped her machete and turned her head toward him. She said two words that would stay with him the rest of his life. "I'm sorry."

He didn't know why, but he felt angry. It was the fourth emotion he had felt. First was confusion. Second was fear. Third was calmness. Now he felt anger. Now all he wanted to do was kill the red-haired man.

With a roar he ripped out of his bonds and lept off of the bed. Black fur covered his body and bone spikes grew from his back. His hands formed into claws. He was stopped mid lunge by a beast of a man. The man wore the mask and had muscles bigger than his head. He clawed at the muscle man as the red-haired man threw the woman in white's body to the ground. He howled as he watched her dissolve into white rose petals which blew away on their own accord. The muscle man carried him away for him to begin his life in what he would later call Hell.

He is shaken from his flashback as a dart zooms past him. He knew what that meant. They were worried that he would escape. He heard another come behind him and he rolled, the dart narrowly missing him. Up ahead he saw a forest. If only he could reach there. Then he would be safe.

He ran for what seemed an eternity as darts whizzed past him. He hit the tree line and broke out into a free run. He jumped over some logs as he heard the men cursing behind him. Branches and thorns whipped and cut him, but he didn't care. All he thought about was escape. Escape from not only his abusers, but also the memory of her.

He thought back to that day. He didn't know why he felt like he did for the woman in white. Maybe because she was the only one to ever show him kindness.

That was ten years ago. He hadn't really changed much in appearance since then. Mentally though, he had become thougher and angrier. He had tried many times to kill his watchers, sometimes he even succeeded.

He felt a prick in his back. Due to the crunching of leaves he had failed to notice the zipping noise of a dart. He reached around and pulled the dart from his back. He began to feel woozy and, not noticing the cliff, fell off the side of a drop off.

Well at least he didn't have to worry about being abused any more. He also wouldn't have to cry over the memory of the woman in white again. He felt something spread out from his back. He felt new muscle and bone. He could feel every feather on his new wings. The wings slowed his descent just enough to keep him from dying.

He landed at the base of the cliff, broken. Before he fell unconscious he saw a blur of red come toward him. He heard a high pitched voice call out, "Hey guys! Come over here. We gotta problem." He saw silver eyes. With that he faded into sleep.

AN: And the first chapter is complete! What did you guys think? I know I'm probably gonna get a lot of crap over a certain someone's weapon, but I couldn't find the actual weapon. The reason it is a machete is because even the nicest of people can have a brutal side. Just look a Ruby! She's a nice, innocent little girl... WITH A GIANT SNIPER SCYTHE! I'd say that's kinda brutal. That's all I've got for today. So please review. Until next time, GameboyNinjaUltimate Icarus, out. Bye.