Author Note: I do not own any of the characters of RWBY or the character(s) of Overwatch that I'm tying into this story. This won't be an official crossover, but one is being made as you read this. This is my first uploaded fanfic and I hope more is to come! As for now… ENJOY!

Reaping with Sorrow

Ch. 1. A shadow descends

"Oh shit oh shit oh shit!" Jasper, the leader of team JZZY (Jazzy) said as he sprinted through the emerald forest. It was supposed to be a simple search and destroy mission. An outing no less since the school was close enough to the mission area. His team agreed not to do anything too strenuous since one of their teammates Zelda was hurt pretty badly in a training accident. They thought that this would be a good way to bond with each other and make their team stronger as a whole.

That is until everything fell apart.

It started when Jasper's partner Zoe needing privacy to relieve herself as they were resting by the campfire they set up. The minutes past they began to grow worried that she may had encountered grim. There worries were dashed aside for a moment as they saw her silver hair intertwining itself in the shattered moonlight. They ran up to her relieved and asking profusely what took her so long until their relief morphed into terror.

Zoe's intestines were dressed all over the tree in front of her as if she was part of some messed up holiday decoration. She was propped up with her eyelids sliced off so she was forced to see what her insides looked like. She was gasping and chocking on her blood as tears flowed down her face. The expression of terror apparent to the others.

Zelda screamed at this as her Partner Yarshan readied his great sword. Jasper immediately went to his partner and held her close. He was the medic of the team but he had no idea how to treat this. He saw her in a mix of chocking and sobbing as she reached up to his face, brushing his cheek with a bloody handprint as she went limp. Sorrow overwhelmed his entire being as he looked at the mutilated corpse that once was his partner. That sorrow mixed with rage as he pulled out his dual knives and joined the rest of his team. He told his team to sound off to make sure they were okay and he got a response from Zelda. He heard Yarshan about to say something until a deafening gunshot rang in all of their ears. Jasper and Zelda stumbled forward, trying to make the ringing in their ears stop. Jasper recovered first and looked behind him to see what the hell was that noise.

He wished he didn't.

He saw Yarshan standing their dumbfounded and somewhat limp. Jasper then gasped at what really stuck out. And the fact was that the top half of his head was gone. Yarshan's body collapsed as what was left of his head was spilling blood across the grass. Jasper was about to scream at this until he heard another gunshot go off a luckily, he dove out of the way. He looked toward the direction where the noise came from and because of the campfire dimly illuminating the man dawning nothing but black. His overcoat flapped gently as one of the two shotguns he was holding was smoking. His mask made of nothing but bone gazed at the terrified huntsman in training. He growled just a bit and fired again. Jasper winced, bracing for the pain but it never came. He looked to see that his teammate Zelda used her semblance to make a barrier. They were about to sigh in relief until the shrouded man started unleashing a barrage of shells from his dual shotguns. Zelda was doing her best to keep the barrier standing.

"Jasper! Get back to Beacon! Bring back up. Get help! Anyone!" she shouted over the booming gunshots. He was about to protest until he heard the barrier cracking under the fire. He knew that if he just stayed with her they would both end up like the rest of their team. All he did was nod and head straight to the dim lights that signaled as coincidently a beacon for any people that were lost in the emerald forest at night. He sprinted with a frantic expression and he nearly stopped when he heard the ear-piercing scream echo through the woods. Tears began to flow down his face as he picked up his pace. He knew his team was dead. They were all gone in the matter of seconds by that man.

Despite his fear and sorrow overflowing within him, he made it to Beacon. He was in the back of the campus but he made it. He let an exasperated laugh as he fell to his knees. He took in a big breath to let out a cry for help. It wasn't too late and faculty and students would surly hear him. He smiled as he did this because even if his team was gone. He would get help to avenge them.

He was about to let out his cry for help until he heard that same gunshot go off behind him. It boomed throughout the school and Jasper could feel his left leg flare in agony. He let out a bloodcurdling scream as he clutched his leg. He began gasping, trying to escape the pain but it kept coming. He then heard another gunshot that took his other leg. Another scream echoed through the school and Jasper began to use his hands to crawl away from the one who did this to him. He was thankful that he ended up in the school cemetery that resided in the back of Beacon for the students that died while attending. After what seemed like an eternity of crawling. He used the tombstones as cover as he was trying to buy time for the faculty and students to get to him. He looked up to the school to see movement and noises so he was pretty sure they were coming to help. He laughed a bit at this and continued his way through the cemetery.

"O.K. Just a few more feet. Then you ca- "he was cut off by a shotgun placed above his head. He slowly looked up with nothing but fear in his eyes as he saw that mask glaring at him. He then heard the monster he was staring at chuckle a bit and then a bright flash happened and then Jasper succumbed to darkness.

The shrouded man with the skull mask lowered one of his dual shotguns and looked at his work in satisfaction. He looked around his surroundings to see that there was commotion going on in the school above him. He guessed he had a few minutes before people start to come out here and see his handiwork. The man shrugged a bit and was about to head back into the forest until something caught his eye. One of the tombstones that was decorated with the student's gray matter. He holstered his shotguns in his cloak and smeared the victim's insides off the stone. He read the text and noticed the familiar double crescent insignia above it.

"Here lies Jaune Miles Arc. Beloved son, friend, and hero."

The man's fist clenched tight and he growled at the words in front of him. His anger growing with every second he stared at that insignia. At the end of his patience, he let out a roar and pulled out his shotguns, obliterating the stone into dust. He kept firing until he was out of ammo and threw the guns aside. He manifested two more shotguns and let out another flurry at the spot where once stood the tombstone. He was about to continue until he saw in the corner of his eye the flickering of flashlights. His time was up and needed to get out of there. His body started to dissipate into a black mist and made his way back into the forest. As if he never existed in the first place.

And scene! I have to admit I was skeptical at first when I came up with this idea. I have seen some stories like this and I'm going to try to make this one great in its own right. On a side note I am an avid reader of fanfic (Mostly just fanfic of our loveable blonde knight in RWBY) so I get the agonizing feeling of waiting for a new chapter to come out. To solve that problem, I decided to make a deadline for my chapters and the next chapter will come out on the 12th. This will not only let you all see more of these chapters on a steady schedule, but it will give me a drive to write all of this to the very end. Anyways I hope you all enjoyed this and I will be back soon

SparkyDapperDab19 signing off!