A/N: Welcome to chapter 2 of my story. Thanks for all the reviews and input from the readers. I always appreciate any type of review as long as it isn't just hate and actually good constructive criticism. The poll is still open and I am surprised that we now have a one vote lead. I will not tell people what it is, but make sure you vote if you care. I voiced the way I slightly lean in the review section so go there if you want to see that. I don't really care that much either way so that is why it is up to you the readers.

The bullhead roared as it landed on the air pad at Beacon Academy. The doors opened to Team RWBY and a pissed off, and slightly sick looking, John Marston. He had his arm now bandaged using the supplies in the bullhead. He stumbled out a little and turned to the Team, "I don't ever want to ride in, whatever the hell those things are, again!" he said while pointing to the bullhead.

"What's the matter Cowboy? Can't take the heights?" Yang teased with a grin.

John scoffed, "Man ain't meant to the the ground Miss Xiao Long."

Yang was about to offer a response when someone clearing their throat caught the attention of the group. They turned to a woman who stood about 6'5". She had blonde hair that was tied into a bun with curls on the end. She had green eyes behind a pair of glasses. She wears a white long-sleeved, pleated top that has a wide keyhole neckline. Her bottom half consisted of a black high-waisted pencil skirt with bronze buttons and black-brown stockings. She finishes the outfit with black boots with brown heels, and a cape that is purple inside and black on the outside. "Ms. Goodwitch!" Team RWBY replied while unconsciously straightening their back.

"Good evening Team RWBY." she acknowledged for a second before turning to the former outlaw, "And to you as well sir."

John tipped his hat in greeting, "Good evening to you as well Miss. So are you the one who wanted to talk to me?" he asked as he eyed her questionably.

"No, I am here to escort you to Professor Ozpin. He is the one who wants to talk to you."

John shrugged, "Well let's get this over with."

"Good. Team RWBY you can go back to your dorm and await further instructions. And you sir can follow me." She said as she turned away and started walking.

John shrugged and followed behind the blonde professor. Team RWBY watched them walk away for a second before turning to head back to the dorm rooms.

Yang was the first to speak up on the walk back, "Well that was a thing."

Weiss nodded, "It certainly was strange. I just hope that this is the last we deal with this."

John followed Goodwitch into the office of the headmaster who was sitting at the desk. The man at the desk had silver hair and brown eyes. He was wearing shaded glass spectacles with an unzipped black suit over a buttoned vest and green shirt. He also wears black trouser shoes and long, dark-green pants.

The professor looked up from his coffee mug in his hand and gestured to the seat across from him, "Have a seat Mr. Marston."

John remained standing and leaned forward with a questioning look, "I know I don't know you. How the hell do you know my name?"

"I have received the information from the team that brought you here."

A look of surprise was on the gunslinger's face, "But? Ho- you know what forget it." John decided not to say his last thought that crossed his mind, fuck this world.

The silver haired man once again gestured to the seat across from him, "Please Mr. Marston take a seat."

John looked at him for a moment before slowly sitting into the chair across from the man. He adjusted in the chair for a moment before leaning forward and saying, "Well since you already know my name I would greatly appreciate if you told me your name Mister..."

"I am Professor Ozpin. Headmaster of Beacon Academy."

"Right, the school. Can I ask why you wanted me brought here?" John said leaning forward in his chair."

The Headmaster took a sip of his coffee before answering, "First I want to ask you a couple questions."

"Fair enough."

"Good. My first question is where do you come from? Your name doesn't bring up anything in any of the records."

John sighed and said, "You wouldn't believe a damn word I told you."

"Oh I might Mr. Marston. Your existence and appearance are a little unbelievable, but yet I believe you are here."

John sat there for a moment thinking. He looked back up to Ozpin and decided to come clean, "What if I told you I weren't from this world? One without all these fancy machines and weapons you have here. What if I told you I was 37 years old and should be a dead man? But instead I am now 17, alive, and on a different world."

"I would say that is very unbelievable, but you have no gain in lying to me Mr. Marston. So I will have to trust you for now, but if I find any evidence you are lying you will face the consequences."

"Trust me, I ain't lying."

"Right. So Mr. Marston, please do tell what you're life was like."

John sighed, "Well my mother was a prostitute who died during my birth and my dad was a Scottish immigrant who was born on a boat. He always went on how he hated the English for what they did to his great grandparents that he never met. Never made sense to me."

"English? Scottish? And what does that mean?"

"They are just countries from my world, that's beside the point. Anyways my dad died in a bar fight when I was 8, or at least that's what they told me. I was moved to an orphanage and after that is when I found Dutch."

"Is he the man who adopted you?"

"Sorta. He took me into his gang and taught me how to shoot, hunt, and a little reading and writing."

"Gang. I assume you got into trouble when you were young."

"I did things I ain't proud of. But I tried to change. When I was 32 I left the gang and moved to a farm. I tried to erase my past, but I learned that it wasn't possible. Nothing you do is ever forgotten, nothing's forgiven."

"And what do you mean by that Mr. Marston?"

"It means my past caught up to me. After 5 years the law kidnapped my family and forced me to track down my former gang members and kill them."

"I assume it was one of these raids you died on then."

"I wish," he said bitterly, "I was successful and got my family back for about a week until the law came back. They said they would erase my past, but they're fucking liars. They ended up shooting me."

"I see."

"Now that I told you my life story I want you to answer my questions."

"Go ahead."

"So, why am I here?"

"Because Mr. Marston I think your skills could be valuable to our school."

John scoffed and laughed, "If there is one thing I can be sure of is that I ain't no help to any school."

"And why would you say that Mr. Marston?"

"Didn't you listen? I never got a former education, and here you are saying I could be a help. That sounds awfully dumb to me."

"It may, but it doesn't change my opinion young man. Do you know what type of school Beacon Academy even is?"

"No earthly idea."

Ozpin raised his eyebrows at this new expression but decided to leave it, "Beacon Academy is a combat school. One of the most prestigious at that. I have watched your fight and I can see potential in you. You have amazing accuracy, speed, and precision with a gun. Granted your weapons do use unorthodox ammo, you were still able to make them effective. Though I see you lack in several important categories. You have no aura, no knowledge of Grimm, old weapons, and lack a little in hand to hand combat. These things can be changed though, and I think I have just the team to help you improve in all of these categories. Once you have shown skill in all these tasks you will do our initiation. So what do you say Mr. Marston? Do you accept?"

"What's in it for you?" John asked with a little venom.

"Nothing other than what I told you Mr. Marston. We will provide you with food and shelter. So what is your answer?"

John's look turned angry, "Why the hell do you think I would want to trust your kind again after they successfully killed me."

"I am far from being the law Mr. Marston. And besides I think deep down you still want redemption from your wrongdoings. In this new world you can get that fresh start."

John stared at him for a second in thought before offering his right hand which Ozpin shook, "Ain't got nothing to live for anyways."

"Excellent. Ms. Goodwitch will show you to your living quarters."

Team RWBY was getting ready for bed when the team leader received a message on her scroll. She opened it up and read the message from Goodwitch. It stated each of the team members roles and times in order to get a new student ready. She smiled as she came across her role. "AHEM! I need your attention team!"

The other three members of the team looked at their leader and Yang asked, "What is it little sis?"

"We have a new assignment that also counts as extra credit points."

Weiss, being the student she is, was suddenly intrigued, "Well? What is it?"

"Oh! Right! We get to help a student who is joining late with getting up to speed. We all have our own roles and I will re-"

"Wait what is the name of this student?" Weiss interrupted.

"Um... it doesn't say. Anyways as I was saying I will now read off our roles. Weiss you will meet with the student first at 12:30 at guest dorm 17 to help with aura and dust usage. Blake you will be meeting with the person in the library at 1:30 to help study Grimm. I will have a meeting with the student to help build a weapon at 2:30 in the armory. And lastly Yang will help with hand to hand combat at 4:00."

"This student sure needs a lot of help," Blake commented.

"Tell me about it," the blonde brawler agreed.

Goodwitch stopped in front of the door to John's room and turned to him, "This," she said with a gesture to the door, "will be your living quarters." She then handed Marston two pieces of paper and a scroll, "Those papers contain a map of the school and schedule of your training sessions. I suggest you memorize the map for better reference." Goodwitch noticed John staring at the scroll rather quizzically. "That Mr. Marston one of your trainers can help you with tomorrow."

John looked back up at Goodwitch and tipped his hat, "Thank you Miss." To which Goodwitch acknowledged with a nod and left.

John entered his dorm room and sat down on his bed looking over his schedule. He pinched the bridge of his nose and muttered, "Tomorrow is gonna be worse than hell."

A/N: And done! Can't say I love how this chapter came out, but oh well. I tried.

Oh and I will be giving John a semblance eventually, maybe, but I am not sure what exactly yet. So if you have any ideas or suggestions feel free to offer them up in a review or private message. I will take all ideas into consideration. And again vote if you care about that idea in the story. The race is neck and neck so every vote counts.

Finally thanks for again for reading my story. I really do appreciate it.