A/N: I gotta say, it's good to be back writing RWBY fics again. After deciding to put my other story, Symbiosis, on hiatus so it can be rewritten a bit I thought I'd try something no one has ever thought of before. The harbinger that will open a new category for the RWBY fanbase here on the site.

I know that some will think this might be a lost cause, and maybe it is. But you never know until you give it a shot. And I'm taking a hell of a leap here. There is a lot of both canon stories that'll have to be rewritten and modified so that they both can fit together in just the right way. Along with character development and future scenarios that readers like you won't be expecting. But I plan to deliver in whatever capacity that I can and make sure that you're all entertained, and if I'm lucky enough, shock and awed.

I own neither franchise.

( "What is needed, rather than running away, or controlling, or suppressing, or any other resistance, is understanding fear; that means, watch it, learn about it, come directly into contact with it. We are to learn about fear, not how to escape from it." - Jiddu Krishnamurti )

"Give me back my baby!"

"You will be a god among men."

"NO!"

"I heard your a bad motherfucker, for a kid. I hope it's true."

"Kill them..."

"You still don't know, do you? What you are? Why you're here? What's the first thing you remember? What's your given name? Where were you born? You have no history."

"Kill them..."

"Oh god no! Help me! NO!"

"Kill them..."

"You and I were born from the same mother."

"KILL THEM ALL!"

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"I Know who you are...my baby."

Dull grey eyes snapped open before the one they were attached to sprung up from the bed. Pistol in hand that slowly swept the room from one corner to the last as they searched for something that wasn't seen.

But that didn't mean that nothing was there. Not to him. Not anymore.

When he was satisfied that nothing was within his line of sight, he lowered the sidearm and flicked the safety on before getting out of the bed. Making his way over to the connected bathroom of the small motel room and flicking the light on.

Blinking away the brightness a moment, he stood at the sink of the closet sized room and splashed cold water on his face before looking at his reflection in the mirror.

His pale, angular face looked back at him. Black, shaggy hair sticking to his forehead with sweat and water as he stood in just a pair of old jeans and socks. His upper half had half a dozen scars on it in several places, some made by bullets given their size and shape.

The memories hadn't stopped. Even after all this time they plagued him every night when he slept and even at times during the day. The dark-purple lines under his eyes being proof of this as he tried to get his head back in order again.

He had always wondered about his past, a history that had forever been lost to him without any sort of reason. He never even had recollection of a name, first or last.

All he had remembered was his time served in the Atlas military from the time he was 13. And in four years he had proven to be not only an asset, but an incredibly skilled soldier that was held in high regard.

His unique semblance had granted him the nickname 'Wraith', his reflexes so fast that he was a blur to those attacking him before he cut them down with surgical-like precision.

These skills, and his prowess in the field granted him a transfer to FEAR. A special ops group that was known to take on jobs that certain military branches, and some huntsmen, were unable to take.

The name stood for First Encounter Assault and Recon and they were given assignments that many would have considered suicidal. Be it taking down terrorist organizations, or dealing with high-class Grimm species that threaten a populace. Many had referred to them as mercenaries, while others called them a Black Ops Hunter group, either way, it was their job to protect the people of Remnant by any means.

At first, his new team had been skeptical given his age. But after one assignment he had proven that he lived up to the name he had been given by his comrades. A name that he used as his own given the lack of one.

And then...one mission changed everything he had ever known.

A week after their first mission, his team had been contacted about an event that needed to be looked into. The Armacham Technology Corporation, a small branch of the Schnee Dust Corporation, the largest refinery of Dust, weapons and technology on the planet, had contacted FEAR with a situation that needed to be contained quickly.

A madman by the name of Paxton Fettel had taken control of an ATC building with the use of cloned soldiers called Replicas that had been made by the company.

The ATC had started creating the soldiers to assist in the Atlas military to cut down on the construction of Atlatian Knights, and they could only be controlled by a commander that possessed a unique semblance known as Psionics which could grant them a telepathic link to the clone soldiers.

Fettel was one of the rare few that had this semblance and used it to gain control of the Replica Army and used them for his own agenda. Killing almost everyone in the building which prompted FEAR to step in with the aid of several squads of Atlatian soldiers.

From the point of infiltration, Wraith had fought through squad after squad of Replica soldiers. His skills and semblance giving him the edge he needed to take out his oppostion quickly and effectively as they all hunted their target.

But it had been the tip of the spear compared to what came next. The team came under attack by strange and even deadly paranormal phenomena, including debilitating hallucinations that were all centered around a little girl in a red dress who seemed to be following Wraith everywhere he went. Slaughtering his comrades left and right as he barely made it away with his life each time.

Despite the resistance, and the horrors that lurked around every corner, Wraith kept pushing on. Trying to find clues to what was happening and how Fettel could be involved with it all. The mission leading the remnants of the FEAR team to the ATC headquarters in the small city of Fairport, located just outside of Vacuo.

In his journey, he and the others learned more about Fettel. It turned out that their target was sixteen, and had been raised to be a commander by an ATC project called Project: Origin. Born from a woman with a psionic semblance that was unmatched by anyone by the name of Alma Wade where he had gained his own abilities. And that also, she had another son that had been born before Paxton.

Armed with this knowledge, Wraith continued to fight his way toward where the abandoned ATC facility that housed Project: Origin where the company was cleaning house and trying to keep everything quiet. Managing to track down Fettel and put an end to him once and for all...

...but not before being pulled into one last hallucination where a revelation he wasn't prepared for was revealed.

It turned out that Wraith...was Alma's first son. And Paxton Fettel was his little brother. The shock of this news had thrown him for a loop and then some. However, it didn't stop him from putting a bullet between the other teen's eyes and ending his madness.

But knowing that his mother had helped Paxton start all of this, he made it his new mission to put an end to Project: Origin...and Alma's rage-induced rampage.

Reaching the center of the facility, he bore witness to an ATC researcher named Harlan Wade releasing Alma from her prison, a cryo-stasis storage chamber called the Vault.

It turned out that Harlan was Alma's father, Wraith and Paxton's grandfather, and the man responsible for what had happened to the three of them. So when the woman walked out of her prison of an untold amount of years, she used her powers to literally splatter the man all over the room before disappearing.

From that point on, the FEAR agent only had one remaining objective. After getting directions from his Commander, he made his way toward the facility's reactor. Fighting through more hallucinations and a handful of horrific apparitions as he set it to overload before making a break for it. Making it out and jumping into a waiting VTOL with the only surviving members of his team before lifting off minutes before the ATC facility exploded, shaking the small city to its foundation as they fled.

Though, it had been far from over.

As the survivors attempted to flee, Alma had made a surprise appearence and the bullhead had crashed in the city of Fairport which resulted in another fight for survival against the paranormal and the remaining Replica forces.

While trying to find a means to escape the city, Wraith had discovered Paxton had been brought back from the dead. But he wasn't technically alive.

Given the amount of aura the younger of the two brother's possessed, and with the aid of their mother, he was brought back in specteral form. Still capable of using his psionic semblance with the added bonus of being able to possess people at will to control them and sap their aura to maintain his existence between the realms.

It was another long, exhausting fight. But Wraith had managed to thrive regardless, even with the loss of Rowdy Betters, the team's Commander and their medic, Jin Sun-Kwon, being MIA when they lost radio contact and presumed dead. He found a still working Bullhead and got it running before making his escape. This time he managed to get away without difficulty, but he was forever changed by the events he had endured.

When he arrived back at FEAR HQ he found ATC guards waiting for him along with their president Genevieve Aristide. It took him almost a minute before he realized that they were there for him knowing where he had been and what he had discovered.

He'd been captured and interrogated for several days. But he refused to talk which prompted them to try and get information out of him in anyway they could.

But he wouldn't be caged, not by the corporation that sacrificed lives and tried to keep it all secret. After biding his time, he got the opening he needed to make his escape. Taking out any and all guards that stood in his path on his way to freedom.

Continuing to stare at the mirror, the teen bowed his head and sighed as he thought about his current situation. The mission had ended over a month ago, and he'd been on the run ever since. Moving from one small town to the next, keeping out of sight as best as possible to avoid the ATC finding him.

He had even taken a few small jobs as a freelance merc in a few towns, dealing with criminals and creatures of Grimm alike to earn enough Lien to survive. Though it wasn't difficult given his skillset.

Many people he had encountered started calling him 'The Rogue'. A huntsman/mercenary who had no affiliation to anyone and acted alone while succeeding without fail. The title fit him, although those that used it had no way to tell how correct the metaphor was in his case.

Turning off the water and the light, he went back into the main room/bedroom of the motel of the town he was currently passing through and sat on the bed. Rubbing his face a bit before switching on the light on the bedside table before reaching under the bed and pulling out the black rucksack that held all his stuff.

Rummaging though the contents and pulling out his weapons as he went about cleaning them.

During his escape, he managed to pick up a G3A3 Assault rifle with a holographic sight and a pair of Strader Mk. VII pistols. 'Gifts' from some of the guards he had taken out in his escape from the ATC prison, along with several small cases of dust-rounds for both. If the organization was good for something it was new and unique weapons.

He'd also been able to reacquire his armor in the breakout, a black tactical vest and rig with the FEAR insignia embroiled on the back with a pair of black knee and shin armored pants. A black balaclava completed his outfit, a few of his friends had said that he should have gotten one with a skull imprinted on it to go along with his nickname.

It was a good thought, but 'Wraith' had died when he escaped from the ones hunting for him. Instead he had to go with another name, one that had awoken within him the same time a portion of his memories was unveiled.

Adrian Wade. The name his mother had hoped to give him after his birth before her father had taken him away for god only knew what. Even though he still couldn't remember his whole past, he knew enough that whatever had been done to him and Paxton was far from good. And it was the ATC that erased his memories so that he wouldn't be able to figure any of it out.

Though the never imagined the brothers would meet face to face...and in turn meet their mother.

Shaking his head of the lingering thoughts, he continued to clean his weapons in silence, robotically taking them apart and cleaning each piece before putting them back together with ease. He'd just finished both pistols when he felt a presence in the room with him.

One that he was now very familiar with as he stopped everything he was doing and looked up.

Standing infront of him, was a little girl. Looking to be eight years old in age with long raven colored hair curtaining around her face, skin as pale as the moon wearing a red dress that flowed down past her knees. She stood in a pool of blood on the floor that hadn't been there, the crimson fluid covering her bare feet which didn't bother her in the slightest.

The lights around the room flickered as she rose her head up to look at him, a pair of glowing, yellow-red eyes leering into his. The dark aura flowing off of her causing the rest of the world to bleed away, leaving only a suffocating darkness. Like the only thing in existence was the two of them as they stood facing one another.

Seconds ticked by like hours, the two continuing to stare at one another in silence. Then, the child reached out a hand, touching the side of his face as a voice echoed in his mind.

"Come back to me...my baby..." in the blink of an eye, the girl vanished in a small burst of ashes. All signs of her presence leaving with her as the lights stopped flickering.

Adrian closed his eyes and breathed out slowly. Ever since he had encountered her, she would frequently visit him at her leasure. Alma was out there, along with his brother. Where they were he didn't know, but he was aware that they were somewhere. Their aura linked together on a deep level between one another that couldn't be broken no matter how hard he would try.

Taking some time to collect himself, he pulled out his gear and put it on. Slipping his weapons into the proper places, pistols on his legs, rifle across his back and ammo filling the spare pockets of his vest before slipping on his balaclava and heading for the door.

He needed to clear his head.

X

The forest surrounding the small town was dark, the only illumination coming from the shattered moon in the sky above that basked long shadows along the ground. The only sounds coming from the insects coming from the surrounding trees and tall grass.

Yet the echo of heavy footfalls crunching through the underbrush broke the serenity of the atmosphere as the ex-FEAR operative made his way though the forest. Assault rifle held in his grasp as he scanned the trees around him.

Reaching a small clearing , Adrian stood beneath the light of the moon, his eyes searching the treeline for movement. His senses on hyper alert while he waited for the inevitable encounter.

He didn't have to wait long.

The resonating sound of deep growls could be heard somewhere in the shadows before several large, dark forms lurked out into the open. Hunched over, bi-pedal bodies covered in pitch-black fur resembling largewolves with long arms and sharp claws on their hands and feet. White bone armor and spikes covering various points on their forms, including their heads, covered in red markings that seemed to glow in the low light.

Drooling maws filled with jagged teeth snapped while glowing red eyes zeroed in on the prey that had just wandered into their midst.

However, the Beowolves that just revealed themselves had no way of knowing that they were in fact the prey in this situation.

Surveying his opposition, Adrian slowly stepped out more into the open. Assault rifle pressed against his shoulder as he raised the barrel and looked down the sights. The leader of the Grimm pack let loose a bellowing howl and the others launched forward, clawed hands and feet ripping up grass and dirt as they closed the gap.

The teen smirked as he pulled the trigger. A three-round burst leaving the barrel and slamming into the head of the closest Beowolf. The body pitching forward and rolling hard in the dirt causing the one that was behind it to trip over its fallen pack-mate.

Switching left, he fired two more bursts and punched six holes through a second Grimm knocking it onto its back just as the last two reached him. Claws extended in antisipation of the kill.

Adrian narrowed his eyes, his aura flaring as the world around him slowed down to an almost crawl. Raising his weapon, he fired into the attacking Beowolves. The path of the bullets visible as they hit their targets, black blood spraying in slow-motion from their bodies as they jerked back from each impact.

Running around them, he fired the rest of the clip into the one that had tripped that was in the process of getting back up. Its head exploding in a slow fountain of blood and bone as the rest fell back to the ground.

When the world returned to its normal rate of time, the Grimm fell dead leaving only the pack leader who snarled at the death of its companions. Adrian lowered his weapon, slinging it across his back before drawing the combat knife he kept in his boot. Motioning for the Beowolf to come as he stood ready.

Roaring, the creature shot forward. Gaining speed with each passing second as it closed in fast. But the teen remained motionless as he waited for the right moment. It was only when the Beowolf leapt that he made his move.

Time slowed once again as he ran across the grass before dropping down and sliding underneath the Grimm. Lashing with his knife and severing the tendons in both of its hind legs before coming out the other side.

Reality set back in and the Beowolf fell to the ground with a loud yelp. Blood gushing from its damaged legs as it attempted to stand to no avail.

Walking toward the crippled creature, Adrian drew one of his pistols and aimed at its head. The Beowolf glaring at him with its red eyes and howled one more time in defiance before he shot it three times. Its body dissolving in a black mist like the others were doing at that point leaving him the only one in the clearing once more.

Taking a deep breath, the ex-FEAR operative looked up at the shattered moon. Cool wind brushing against his face as he felt his earlier mental strain slowly start to fade.

He had no idea where he as going to go, or how long he could keep running before Armacham caught up with him. But they wouldn't be taking him down without a fight. And there was still more than enough in him to go around.

Another distant howl caught his attention. Reloading his weapons, Adrian began to make his way even farther into the forest. He still had a little more stress to let loose, and there was more than enough Grimm to help him solve that.

X

Just out of sight, behind one of the many trees. Another individual stood watching the teen walk away. Stepping out more into the light, another teen that looked to be the same age, if not just a bit younger than Adrian was revealed.

Skin as pale as the moon with jet-black hair slicked back wearing a black leather jacket with red trim and matching pants. Though the most outstanding features about him was the sinister red energy that shrouded his form...

...and the bullet hole in his forehead that still dripped with fresh blood.

Paxton Fettel watched his older brother head off to kill more creatures of darkness with cold, calculating ice-blue eyes. A sharp blade of a smile spreading across his face, "You can't run from your past forever, brother." he said darkly, his voice being carried by the wind. "Sooner or later, we will return to mother's side. And the world will feel our family's wrath."

"They have to die...All of them have to die for what we were forced to endure. And this world, will be ours." with a sinister chuckle, the apparition faded away in a cluster of ashes.

A/N: Well? How was it guys?

Like I said above, there will be some changes. Mostly to the RWBY-verse as you've already seen, and many more are to come that you might not see coming. It's all in the process and I'll be working at a slower pace to ensure peak quality is attained. For now send me the good word and I'll see you guys again soon!