A/N: Greetings to all. Despite having much on my plate with so many stories that have garnered a good fanbase each, I decided to throw one last idea out into cyber-space before buckling down and going on a full blown writing bing.

The idea was given to me by an old friend a while back. Many of you know him as DemonFireX, who has been off the grid for quite some time now. And before any of you ask, I don't know when he will be coming back. A lot's happened in his life and he's been prioritizing in a huge way. But he still messages me from time to time, given I'm the godfather to his daughter, and sent me some thoughts of his that he thought I could work with.

And that's where this gem (hopefully) came from. I had good vibes about it when I looked of the outline I made before writing it, and I think you all will too. For those that aren't familiar with my work, give it a chance. For those who are, you know what to expect. But for now, lets get you all into it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Johnathan Irons had what many would have called a rough life. Bouncing from foster home to foster home since he was four years old before being thrown out into the world when he turned 18 would do that to a person.

Yet through his strife and pain he had gained a good amount of knowledge and skills that would help him survive the streets of Chicago. Graduating high school was simple in comparison, yet he managed despite what was against him.

At the current age of 20, John had gotten himself a job in a package delivery organization. And in his spare time learned the fine art of Parkour which he had managed to excel at given his environment. This had given him the skills to make deliveries quickly and effectively which had granted him a lot of good tips.

With the money earned, he got himself a simple one bedroom apartment on the outside of the city close to work and had given himself a stable life. However, he still hated it. Even growing up as a kid he wanted to make something of himself instead of just simply getting by.

No memories of his past life with a family that had either died or abandoned him for one reason or another, and a long list of families who took him in, treated him like shit, then pushed him off on the next group down the list.

It wasn't easy, but he thrived. And continued with his own life the way he wanted it to be. However, after a while he just wanted to make more out of his existence. Even if it meant leaving what little he had behind.

John, of course, had no way of knowing that such an event was not only possible, but coming his way at 55 MPH.

X

John groaned, the dull ache in his head fading away as he came back to reality. Eyes swimming into focus, he found himself in a dark room surrounded by metal walls and humming machinery.

"What the hell...?" he wondered as he sat up, holding his head as he tried to figure out what happened and how he got there. "The last thing I remember...was..."

Memories of screeching tires, someone screaming and a painful impact. The sound of heavy rain hitting asphalt all around him, then nothing.

Groaning again, John blinked as everything came back to him steadily. He was on a delivery when there was an accident. It was raining, and a car lost control on one of the main roads heading toward a woman who was crossing a street. He pushed her out of the way...and...

"I got hit." he muttered to himself while looking around the room again. He was still wearing his jeans, black t-shirt and denim jacket from earlier, he was at least glad of that.

"So, where am I now? Heaven? Hell? Purgatory? Because this definitely isn't a hospital." he asked the empty room not hoping for a response.

"Somewhere beyond all three." John was on his feet, vertigo making him dizzy for only a moment as he looked around for the source of the female voice that echoed all around him. "This way." the voice spoke again as a wall lit up with an array of lights before a hidden door split apart and slid into the wall around it revealing an exit.

Staring at the opening for several moments, he found himself moving forward and out of the room. The hallway beyond was set up in a similar fashion, strange lights and machinery running along the walls all leading in the same direction as if guiding him.

His footsteps mixing with the low hum that resounded softly through the corridors. John's mind was hazy, his movements led by an unseen force as he followed along the path set out for him.

Moments passed before he found himself in a room twice the size as the one he had woke up in, the center being taken up by a small chasm that lead down into nothing but pitch blackness. The only source of light that wasn't coming from the walls came from a strange device that hovered in the air before him.

The device was the size of his palm, and had a bright glowing green switch in the center that seemed to call to him as he reached out and pressed it.

In an instant, the device closed in on itself and disappeared in a flash of light, a bright-blue bridge made of light appeared across the chasm to the otherside where another door appeared.

John looked at the 'bridge' skeptically for a few moments before bending down and reaching out with his hand. When he set it on the projection he was met with a very warm, very solid surface. "Okay...whole new level of weird." he muttered as he stood back up and tested the bridge with his foot before making his way across.

When he reached the door, it slid open causing bright light to spill into the dark room. Blinding him for almost a minute before it faded enough for him to see...the sight taking his breath away completely.

Beyond the doorway was a metal platform that acted like a balcony, one that overlooked an endless blue sky with a handful of clouds floating freely. In the distance were a couple of odd looking metal buildings that shifted in on themselves at various intervals as they hovered in mid-air due to an unseen force.

John was slackjawed as he stepped to the edge fo the platform and looked out at everything before him. Never in his life had he seen such a sight.

"Is...is this heaven?" he wondered as he looked down toward the ground only to see a haze of white blocking it from veiw. "Because, it definitely fits the profile." he added while running a hand through his shaggy black hair.

The full weight of the situation came down on him as he stared out at the endless void before him. "Guess I really did die back there." he said with a defeated sigh.

"Indeed, young one. But what is death, but another part of life." John spun around hearing the voice and found a very tall, womanly figure standing there. Standing almost seven feet in height wearing a long, flowing blue-white dress. The top of her head bore a strange crown, her skin pale to the point of almost being pure white. Her face angular, but had a nose similar to that of a serpent, an ethreal glow surrounded her form that reflected in those same eyes that drew Ronin in like a pair of beacons filled with knowledge and experience far beyond his lifetime.

The being smiled at him as she seemed to glide closer. "Welcome, Johnathan."

John swallowed, unable to turn away from the entity. "Who are you? Where am I?" he asked keeping his voice as level as possible.

"I am a being that has seen and experienced many things." she answered. "I have gone by many names, but one that is the most accurate would be the one I bare now. I am The Librarian."

"And as to where you are now, this is a realm beyond universes. One where I am able to watch the ebb and flow of various worlds and the events that take place within them."

Listening closely, John understood the jist of what she was explaining to him. "So this is like Purgatory...right?" he asked causing her to smile at him.

"Not in so many words. But it would be a proper metaphor given the events that have taken place in your home universe." she said as she moved past him and stood at the edge of the platform. "There are countless universes that exist. Each one more different than the last, all due to the actions of those that live in them."

"Why am I here?" he asked coming up to stand beside her, still trying to come to grips with how things had turned out and the meaning behind it all.

The Librarian turned to him, "You are part of something far greater than you can possibly realize. Your death, although tragic, has been foreseen for some time now. But with it, a new path opens up before you. One that only you alone can choose to take."

John tilted his head confused, "Hold on a minute. Are you telling me that you knew I was going to die and wind up here?"

The Librarian nodded sadly, "Yes. Though the actions that brought you here were not of my doing. It is a curse to see a young life ended when they have so much more to live for. But it was an inevitablility that could not be stopped."

The young man closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Taking a moment or two to gather his thoughts before asking the next question on his mind. "You said something about another path to be taken, what did you mean by that?"

"Even though your life has come to an end, your existence doesn't have to." said the Librarian. "As I have explained, I witness the flow of the various universes from this realm. And due to this, I have seen how certain events that will affect them greatly. You were not the first to pass through here, others had lost their lives in various ways and were guided down a path that would ensure the survival of a dimension that faces a great threat."

John's eyes widened when he realized where she was going with this. The Librarian nodded, "This is why you are here. I have watched you throughout most of your life, your strength of will unbreakable even though the world seemed to be against you. Your never ending morals of right and wrong, along with the steps you take to survive in a harsh world. It is these traits that are needed to help save another realm in danger."

"What kind of danger?" John asked.

"A great darkness threathens the very existence of every life, on a world that has fought it since life had began." The omnipotent being started to explain. "Although they have managed to keep it at bay, and have kept a balance of peace amongst themselves, someone in the shadows has vowed to break it and unleash the full might of the dark once more."

She paused before looking back at John who remained rooted to his spot as he listened. "However, several saviors will rise in the face of this new threat. Young as they may be, they will face this evil and decide true fate of their world."

"What does all of this have to do with me?" John wondered when he regained his voice. "If there is supposed to be 'saviors' in this other universe, how exactly does I fit in with me dying and all that?"

"This involves you, Johnathan, because in order for these young souls to save their world, they will need the assistance of one who is outside their realm. One who follows a different path but can still do what is needed when the time reveals itself. A friend, a confidant, a partner, someone who will ensure that they thrive in a way only you would know how."

The Librarian approached him again and stood before him, "This is the path now open to you, young one. The choice of whether or not to take it is entirely yours to make. It will be a dangerous task, this I can say now. I will not force you to if you decided to allow your soul to pass on to the afterlife."

John stood in thought for several minutes, weighing the pros and cons in his mind as he pulled over the being's words. He was basically being offered the chance to live again. Albet in another universe, but that didn't really effect him all that much.

He barely had anything in his home world, and even though this world sounded dangerous on a whole different level he had a chance to do some real good elsewhere.

It seemed too good to be true. Helping to save a whole universe? Despite the Librarian's words he couldn't help but wonder what made him so special, he was pretty much just a kid lost in the DCF web who managed to make a life for himself. One that could have been better, but still.

"What'll happen if I decide to get sent to this place?" he asked.

"You will be given a new body. One that will be better suited for the tasks you will have to face. Your memories and intelligence will remain the same, but physically you will be far different than you once were." explained the Librarian. "However, in order to obtain this new form, you will have to acquire it from a place that is already on the brink of falling into the abyss. A dangerous task, but one that needs to be done if you wish to stand a chance against the enemies you will be facing."

John nodded before he started thinking hard about his decision. On the one hand, he was dead, there would be going back to the world he knew and he was given a chance to move on to the next plain of existence. Although, the chance to essentially start over in a completely different universe sounded a lot better.

But then there was the catch, he'd have to help someone protect said world from some unnamed evil, and that was after getting a new body that was in a completely different universe that, from what he could understand, was just as dangerous as the one he was going to become a part of.

It was a lot to take into account, but in the end, John remembered his thoughts on his life not too long ago, and how he wanted to truly make something of himself. This seemed like the perfect moment to make those thoughts a reality, and if it all crashed and burned, in the end, at least he'd know that he at least fought for something.

His mind set, he squared his shoulders and brought his attention back to the being who waited patiently for his response, "As much as going to the other side seems appealing, I think I have a lot more fight left in me. So lets do this." he said strongly, preparing for whatever might come at him.

The Librarian smiled at him, "Very well. Prepare yourself, young one." she reached forward and rested the palm of her hand against his forehead, a bright light began to envelope her arm that was sent into him.

At first he felt nothing, then he felt what could only be described as liquid fire being injected into his body. Every vein from head to toe blazing like a solar flare as he gritted his teeth to avoid screaming in agony.

Just as it had started, the pain came to an end. The Librarian releasing her hold as he collapsed to the ground breathing heavily. "...W...What the...fuck was that...?" he demanded through labored breathing.

"A gift that will aid you greatly in the journey ahead. You will be tested in ways that you cannot possibly fathom, and you will need all the help you can receive in order to achieve your goals.You must overcome, thrive, and fight for what you believe. Or...all will be lost."

The Librarian explained as a bright light started to fill the air and almost making it blinding. The omnipotent being speaking one final time. "Always remember, I will be watching over you." her voice faded into the void as John was lost in the darkness once more.

X

He felt weightless, floating through an endless void that surrounding him in pitch blackness. His first thought being that the Librarian had tricked him in some way, instead deciding to send him to some unknown void where he would be for the rest of time.

But something deep within him told him otherwise, his anxiety slowly ebbing away as he continued to wait, hours, days, weeks, he couldn't tell how much had passed. Here, time meant nothing and everything else just seemed to stretch on forever.

After floating through the darkness for another spell of time he felt himself slip into a kind of meditative trans, bluring the line between awake and asleep even though he couldn't achieve either one in his current state of existence.

Then he felt it.

It was subtle at first, a pulse that echoed through his being. Giving him the feeling of being in a body again. But it slowly faded away as quickly as it came.

"THEY ARE RAGE, BRUTAL, WITHOUT MERCY."

A voice suddenly boomed all around him, sounding just as dark as the abyss around him. Then he felt another pulse, this one stronger, filling him much more quickly than the last and lasted longer before it faded away.

"BUT YOU. YOU WILL BE WORSE. RIP AND TEAR, UNTIL IT IS DONE."

Before he could think on the anomaly any more a third pulse hit him, so strong that he felt as though the wind was knocked out of him. A bright, red light pierced the darkness, blinding him as he was pulled harshly into it.

John gasped deeply as he jolted awake, taking in huge gulps of air as his vision was blocked by the red light. His heart beating like a jackhammer in his chest while his mind went into panic mode as he tried desperately to get his barings.

He couldn't move, he felt heavy, restrained and save for the red light infront of him everything else was still a little dark. When everything started settling, his vision slowly swimming back into focus and his heartrate and breathing somewhat under control, he finally took notice of his surroundings...

John found himself staring up at a ceiling where a strange stone slab hung above him, in the center of the slab was a strange symbol that glowed an eery read. Shaped like a 'T', four smaller markings surrounding it at each corner with a couple slash markings running along the bottom.

Looking around, he saw that he was in what looked to be some kind of lab. His form laying on a table in the very center inside another stone slab that looked to have been connected to the one above him. Various pieces of machinery sparked and sputtered around him, the room itself shaking every so at various points sending dust and sparks raining down from the ceiling.

"W...What...where...?" he tried to say, his voice haggard and throat dry from lack of use. Trying to move, he found his arms chained down to the slab he woke up on. Pulling on the shackles a few times in an attempt to loosen them, John heard something moving in the shadows on the right side of the lab.

Craning his neck, he saw the darkness move as whatever had been moving shambled into the faded light. An instinct he couldn't explain kicked in and he started yanking on the shackles even harder, whatever it was he had a strong feeling that it wasn't anything good.

With one more powerful yank, the restraint on his right arm broke just as a lanky, rotten form lunged for him. Out of reflex, he lashed his hand out and backhanded the creature then grabbed it by the head, thumb digging into one of its eye sockets while it snapped its jaws at his arm that was just out of reach.

Without thinking, he slammed the head of the creature against the slab he was laying on, shattering its skull like an egg and sending blood, bone and grey matter spraying in all directions.

John didn't have time to fully register what he had done as more shadows started moving, more creature's like the first one shambling out of the darkness around the lab and heading straight for him.

Flexing his other arm, he tore free from theh other shackle and vaulted over the side of the slab. Landing on the floor in a crouch and looked up to see a futuristic pistol laying beside him. Hearing the creatures getting closer, he picked up the weapon and fired into the closest one.

The pistol chirped loudly, blue colored rounds leaving the barrel and punching bloody holes into the abomination. Blood and chunks of flesh spraying the walls before it collasped to the floor unmoving.

One of the creatures came up behind him and made to grab him, but John could 'feel' it closing in and spun on the balls of his feet. Slamming the weapon into the side of its head and staggering it before putting two shots into its chest.

Two more came from the other side of the room, both being quickly dispatched with a few well placed rounds. Clearing the room of hostility.

When everything settled down, John looked at the weapon in his hand. Clicking a button on the side causing the slide to lock back and reveal a glowing-blue cell inside, hitting another switch caused the barrel to spread out at the sides.

"Well...that's handy." he said outloud as the pistol closed back up again. Looking around the bloody and debris riddled lab, he tried to piece together where he was and how he had gotten there. "This really wasn't what I was expecting." John looked down and realized for the first time that he wasn't wearing anything.

'Waking up in a strange lab, strapped inside a stone tomb of some kind, killing what looked like mutated zombies with an energy pistol...all while naked...That's pretty fucked up.' John thought as he wiped the blood off his abs, blinking when he found a six-pack locked in his stomach. 'I don't remember being this ripped either.'

Examining his body more closely, he found that he had more muscle than he had before which were well defined and hard as stone. He always stayed fit, but this was something else entirely. Finding a badly damaged mirror beside a leaking sink in the corner, he approached it and looked his reflection...his mouth dropping when he saw it.

His face was still the same as it always been, but more rugged and angular, is head was completely bald all around with no signs of it growing in, though what got him the most was his eyes.

What had once been green was now a dark, glowing ember, like the burning coals at the bottom of a fire. 'What happened to me?' he thought in stunned silence, reaching up and touching the side of his face as he stared at his reflection in the broken mirror.

That's when he remembered what had happened before he woke up, his death, the conversation with the Librarian about getting a new body before going to where he was supposedly needed.

"Guess this is the new me." John said as he backed away from sink, looking down at his newly acquired pistol. "However, in order to obtain this new form, you will have to acquire it from a place that is already on the brink of falling into the abyss. A dangerous task, but one that needs to be done if you wish to stand a chance against the enemies you will be facing." The Librarian's words echoing in the back of his mind as he turned and looked at the corpses of the zombie-like creatures he had put down, tightening his grip on the weapon.

'So this is what she meant...better get ready for more then.' he started moving toward what looked to be the exit, bare feet slapping through the pools of blood spreading across the floor before he came to a stop infront of a still active terminal that hadn't been damaged by whatever was happening around here.

Seeing a 'play back' button on the holo-screen, he reached out and pressed it causing the air around him to distort and several holograms to appear. One of them, shaped like a woman, stepped into the room and toward the center where the tomb he had woken up in, sealed and surrounded by lit candles, where four other people were on the floor kneeling beside it like they were praying.

The woman walked around observing the tomb before speaking. "We have to contain this..." the images faded away leaving everything the way it was before the holograms appeared.

Beside him, the door slid apart allowing him to leave the lab. Entering another where a large hunk of stone sat against the back wall surrounded by machinery. Inside the stone, set up in a similar fashion John had been before, was a suit of armor.

It looked a little like Spartan armor from Halo, but it looked far more durable and had obviously seen combat in the past.

John felt a pull in his chest that led him toward the suit. Like a part of him was reaching out and calling for it. Stepping toward the armor until he stood before it, his face reflected in the visor of the helmet and looking back at him.

"...guess this is for me..." he said as he reached out, his hand touching the chest plate of the suit before an explosion of images flooded his mind;

A firey pit.

Structures made of stone covered in glowing pentagrams.

Statues of demons bellowing into the void surrounding an altar with a sphere of red energy in the very center.

A strange artifact. Shaped like a 'T' and made of bones with a skull sitting on the top hidden within the inferno.

The images came to a sudden stop, John was now standing wearing the armor and holding the helmet in his hands. He couldn't explain it, but the images awoke memories that were not his own, yet filled him with understanding.

He now knew how the armor worked, what it was and where it had come from. There was so much more to his new body than slightly different looks. Whatever he was now had a greater purpose than anything he could have imagined...a purpose that was now his own to carry out.

His resolve becoming as solid as steel as he wiped a bit of dust from the helmet's visor, turning it around in his hands and slipping it over his head, clicking it into place with the rest of the suit. The HUD came online with data scrolling across it as it calibrated, health and armor monitors appearing in the bottom left corner and an ammo reader for his weapon coming up on the bottom right.

Rolling his shoulders, the suit fitting like a glove and was comfortable despite how big and heavy it looked, he turned to the terminal screen beside him. 'Demonic Invasion in Progress' flashing on the screen as he swipped across it and bringing up the status report screen;

Scan Complete...Report Error.

Base Casualties: Unavailable

Facility Damage: Unavailable

Threat Level: Unavailable

Attack Origin: Unavailable

Analyzing Error...Satellite Dish Array: Offline. No Signal.

"Well, that was helpful." he muttered sarcastically just as a map of the facility appeared and pinpointed the location of the array where all the issues for the system were coming from.

"Cannot determine the cause of Demonic Invasion until the Res Ops Satellite is brought back online." said a computerized voice from the nearby speakers.

"Guess I have to get things running again if I want a complete rundown of what the hell is going on." said John. The terminal chimmed and an icon appeared on the screen reading 'Incoming Voice Comm'. "Someone else is alive out there?" he wondered hitting the icon.

"Welcome. I'm Dr. Samuel Hayden, I'm the head of this facility. I think we can work together and resolve this problem in a way that benefits us both." the voice that came through sounded robotic, but had a hint of an accent to it.

"Alright, Doc. How exactly is this going to play out?" he asked through the link, with his lack of knowledge in what was going on, the only choice he had was to trust whoever he was speaking with.

There was a pause on the other end before Hayden spoke again, "Strange. Reports stated that your ability to speak should have been hindered. Regardless, if we are to solve the issue at hand the Res Ops array needs to be back online to get a full review of the situation. A nav-point has been sent to the Praetor Suit's systems, time is short."

The communication cut out before John could say anything else. Shoving the terminal aside, he walked to the other side of the room and down a winding corridor. The facility shook again, debris raining down from the ceiling that did nothing to hinder his progress as he turned a corner and found five more zombie-creatures waiting for him.

The first one lunged, but John grabbed it by the throat and choke-slammed it to the floor before stomping on its head. The heavy boot of his armor splattering its cranium like a grape as he raised his pistol and blew the head off the next two that came at him.

Moving forward, he backhanded a third zombie, breaking its neck and slamming his other fist into its stomach. The limb tearing through the lanky creature and nearly splitting it in two as he threw the corpse aside.

The last zombie shambled forward, either unaware of the fate of its kind or uncaring John couldn't tell. Nore did he care as he grabbed its shoulders, brought it down and smashed his knee into its head with enough force to obliterate its head.

Pausing for a moment, he observed the carnage he had just unleashed, the blood splattered on his armor. Yet once again he felt no regret, shame or even disgust from what he had done.

Maybe it was his new body, or maybe something changed within him after his 'death', John didn't know. But what he did know, was that if he was going to survive what would surely be coming at him, he couldn't hesitate.

Rip and tear until it is done...that's what the wierd voice had said before he woke up in his new body. It seemed fitting, and he was more than happy to oblige if and when more of these freaks came out to greet him.

Moving down the last few meters of the corridor, up a small flight of stairs, he was stopped by a door that had been sealed. The corpse of what looked to be a soldier pinned under it, the body severed in half when the heavy panel came down and he was unlucky enough to get out of the way.

Eyes trailing along the fallen man's upper-half, John found a weapon clutched in his hands. Reaching down, he pried the gun from the soldier's hands, the corpse severing fully and falling to the ground as he looked at it up close.

A shotgun, the weight feeling better in his hands than the pistol did. John gave it a good once over to make sure it wasn't damaged in anyway before racking the pump to chamber a fresh round. His HUD blinked as his suit linked with the weapon, the ammo counter changing to the shotgun's specifications.

Looking at his pistol, the sidearm glowed a moment before disappearing in a burst of pixels. One of the features John had learned about the armor when he put it on, aside from enhanced strength, any weapons he found would be sent to a digital inventory within the suit itself for safe keeping where he could access it at any time he wished.

New gun in hand, he knelt down and grasped the bottom of the sealed door with his free hand. With a small grunt, he stood, lifting the panel with him, metal grinding and sparking as it was raised high enough for him to duck under and enter the room beyond.

When the door slammed down behind him, John turned and looked forward just as a form dropped down from the ceiling a few meters ahead. Slightly bulkier than the undead he had encountered, this creature had long, sharp claws and glowing red eyes that locked on him immediately.

A hissing-roar rose from the back of its throat while it put its hands together, energy gathering between its talons before pulling one back and hurling a flaming ball right at him.

John ducked, the attack striking the wall and scorching the metal as he raised his shotgun and fired. The spread too wide at this distance, but enough to stagger the creature as he moved toward it. Another round blasting from the barrel and hitting it in the chest, knocking it back a step and spraying blood across the floor.

On the third trigger pull, the creature collapsed to the floor twitching. Now standing over its prone form, the monster looked up and hissed in defiance. Clawed hand reaching out and grasping at his boot.

"Don't think so," he said, summoning his pistol to his other hand, put two rounds in its head and ending it.

"Warning! Demonic presense at unsafe levels. Lockdown in effect." the facility's voice echoed out as he left the small entry room and into a larger chamber. Emergency lights flashing in every corner, and in the very center, surrounded by a large group of undead and more creatures like the one he had killed, was what looked like a open maw growing out of the floor with a large sphere of red energy pulsating in the middle of it.

Upon his entry, every demonic entity turned and looked in John's direction, snarls and hisses reverberating through the room like static. "Alright," he said over the alarms, sending his pistol back into storage and lifting his shotgun. "Who's first?"

The creatures surged and he pulled the trigger.

X

From her realm, the Librarian watched as her latest champion fought through the demonic horde through a swirling portal. She knew she had made the right decision in choosing this strong, young soul, his will and his drive would prove to be his greatest assets for the task that is waiting for him...

But first, he had to survive Hell's Legion. It pained her to put him in such a perdicament, but if he was to acquire the skills needed to save the world from the danger they were about to face, he needed to be ready to help them fight.

And she had much faith in him, like she had for the countless others that passed through her domain who had all succeeded in their quests.

Seeing John finish off the last of the horde, destroying the demonic obalisk in the middle of the room before he reloaded his weapons and moved on when the lockdown was lifted, the Librarian turned her attention to another portal that showed the world that she would be sending him to when he was well prepared.

"There is a long road ahead of you, young one." she spoke to herself as she looked at the image before her. "But I know that you will be the key to helping these people when they are in their most dire need. A true knight that will slay the darkness along side them."

Through the portal, was a world very much like Earth...with a shattered moon hanging in the sky above.

A/N: And there is the beginning. As you read in the summary, this will be an OC/Amber pairing. If anyone's seeing Season 3, then you know that our fair Fall Maiden (SPOILER ALERT!) was horribly crippled by Cinder before being killed toward the end...and honestly...with losing both Pyrrah and Penny along with Ozpin (?) I decided to turn back the clocks and do something about it.

RWBY is gonna change in big ways, that is if this thing can get off the ground in a good way, but I'll leave that up to you all for the time being.

And yes, even though this is technically a Doom/RWBY crossover, I decided to put it in the primary category for RWBY since it will be based in their world. Just roll with it...trust me.

So what do you think? Is this idea worth it? Let me know and I'll get back to you personally.