RWBY fanfiction

Authors note: I've decided to try my hand at one-shots. The world of RWBY is so….malleable, so…mysterious, that a multitude of story ideas can be made from it. And the amount of little prompts I have gathering dust within my documents is astounding. And so, I decided to release these little ideas and see which ones you guys and gals like. And maybe, just maybe…I'll make it into a legitimate story. Welp here's the first one!

An RWBY and Evangelion crossover

Authors note: I love Evangelion. I love the story, the characters, the technology, the lore, and just the pure impact of it. And I love RWBY just as much. So I decided to combine 2 things that I adore, and what better than character to revolve this little story about? Our lovable adorkable blonde knight Jaune Arc! The only issue is….

I have 2 scenarios: the first is reminiscent of 'Just add a Y.' by Kaosreaper4208 and 'The Only One' by Meteoritecreature. Females are the only ones who can actively use Aura, and as such, men have been pushed to the backburner of society. Jaune discovers the Evas/Angels, can actively use them, and walks the world as a beacon of hope for Men.

Scenario 2: Cannon RWBY with small key difference. I just can't decide, so I'll write both. But enough of that, onward with the One-shot.

Chp: Giant mechs, Angels, and…Orange blood?

"Person or creature speaking.'

'Person or creature thinking.'

I do not own RWBY nor Evangelion.

The rolling waves of blood tinged water gave the being staring at it a sense of loneliness. The being was a glowing white female, whose light blue hair and ruby eyes, shined unnaturally. She turned to her right, staring at the remains of the once great city, now destroyed by the events prior.

"This world-" Her voice begins, all encompassing, the very world seeming to move just by her very words. "So wrought with pain and suffering, there is very little wonder why he decided to leave it."

She takes a step onto the red waters, her feet never sinking into its depths. That boy had decided to leave this world behind and redo the same dance once more. She smiles lightly at the memory of the boys smiling face. She reaches her destination, the large white humanoid figures resting gently within the calm waters, spears pushed through their chest. The purple behemoth stands silently, asleep waiting for its master's call.

She puts her hand on the behemoths purple armor, a small sad smile on her face. "Your soul has left you. Following that boy to protect him when he needs it. Despite that, your flesh cries to fight once more. And you are not alone in that aspect."

She snaps her finger, other behemoths appearing next to the one in front of her. One is yellow and white, a singular red eye gazing at the destroyed landscape. The other is red and yellow, 4 green eyes lifeless, and posture hunched. The female figure glances at the other behemoths next to the first three and sighs into the air.

"All of you have suffered so much pain. Suffered so much pain, and yet, you still stand, ready to fight at the behest of those you have chosen. But they are longer here; at least their souls are not. They have been pulled alongside his, destined to dance the same dance until he likes it. But what of the worlds he left, the worlds he abandoned to find his happiness."

She takes in the world once more and her spine stretches her form growing until she stood face to face with the behemoths in front of her…No, not behemoths…the Eva series. She turns around, staring at the destroyed landscape, the once great skyscrapers melted and falling to pieces. She waves her hand and 16 small red orbs form in front of her. "This war….has gone on for centuries and it will continue. This war did not only harm my children, but it harmed yours as well, brother. Your children, the progeny of Adam, or as what my children called them, Angels."

She turns and looks once more to the destroyed world surrounding her. "This war has ended on this world. But it has begun in a thousand others, throughout the multiverse, and it will bring much pain."

"And yet, the combination of two worlds has begun, the children of that world and this world has merged, and here they are in front of me." Her red eyes shine with some unknown emotion. "I don't know what will happen to this world once I sleep, but maybe just maybe, our children will return from our communion and walk this world once more. Maybe this time, they'll get along."

She chuckles into her hand for a few seconds, and twirls in place. She stops and looks at the gathered beings around her. "But until I awaken, this world may need protection. And I do hope, that you all will protect this world while I rest."

She doesn't receive a verbal answer, but a deep hum echoes across the world. She smiles softly, and a few tears escape her eyes. "Thank you."

She spreads her arms wide, the 16 orbs shooting off around the world to find their place to rest. The Evas do not move from their position, their eyes dull. The female smiles at them and with a flourish of her hand, all but three are launched to their resting places. The final three disappear into bright white lights, their numbers flashing brightly and they shoot off to their destination.

She smiles and walks into the ocean of blood, her body falling to pieces as she does. Her head sinks below the water, her final thoughts are. 'I hope you find your happiness,… Ikari-kun'

Time skip: 500,000 years.

Amelia Arc was many things, a proud mother of 4 children soon to be 6, a happy wife, a raging battle junkie, but one of those things is not being a good swimmer. 'Son of a bitch! I knew coming out to the blood wastes was a bad idea!'

Her and her darling husband, Arthur Arc, had decided to celebrate the coming of their newest children by going on a vacation. And what better place, than one of the most dangerous places for humans and faunus in the world, the Blood wastes. Called the Blood wastes due to the sands deep red, almost blood coloration. It was considered to be one of the most beautiful places in the world, due to its red sand with light orange highlights, and due to its close proximity to the Orange sea. The Orange sea, is exactly as it named, a sea made of some unknown orange liquid. But it's also one of the most dangerous due to the large pockets of radiation buried beneath the shifting sands. This radiation kills all beings that come within its field, human, faunus, or grimm.

The outside regions of the wastes are considerably safer than the interior, and as such is a large tourist attraction. She loved her husband, she truly did, but sometimes she wants to pull her old shotgun from the attic, and give his ass a few more holes.

Despite her beginning argument, he had somehow convinced her to leave their daughters with her parents, and come to the wastes. It was going wonderful, but then they decided to explore what little life grew in the area. The life that grew there were some of the oddest on the planet, trees that bled, flowers that sang, and bushes that spoke old words. She was sitting on a bend that was in the middle of the garden, her swollen stomach moving as she breathed in the stagnant air.

The next they she knew, she was falling through a large sinkhole and falling into an underground river. That and Arthur screaming her name as she was pushed beneath the roaring waves of the river. She gasped as the river tossed her around like a ragdoll. She covered her swollen stomach with her arms, water pushing itself into her mouth. Her blue eyes widen when she spies a rock coming toward her head. It impacts her head and then darkness welcomes her.

A short time later

Her blue eyes fluttered open, head banging like a drum. "What….what happened?" She turns her head, a small trail of blood shifting through the air, almost as if it was submerged in something. She moves her arms, noticing how sluggish they were, and her eyes finally clear up. Orange….A expanse of never ending orange greeting her eyes. She looks around her surrounding and then looks up, eyes squinting from the sunlight. She looks at the streams of sunlight, confused as to why they seemed warped, almost as if she were…..

Her eyes widen as it hits her. She was underwater! She panics, arms and feet kicking, trying to propel her to the surface. She holds her breath, and grins within her mind as the surface gets closer and closer. A sharp stabbing pain shoots though her body, causing her to falter and sink lower into the depths. Her vision starts to dim lightly, and her mouth opens in response allowing the orange liquid to shoot into her lungs.

She blinks, when instead of a coughing and sputtering from the water entering her lungs, she was breathing rather gently. She looks at her hands, and puts one of them near her mouth. To her amazement, she can feel the suction of the liquid and for some odd reason she could breathe! She pushes this to the back of her mind, and returns to her journey toward the rolling surface. As she begins to move, another sharp stabbing pain causes her to gasp, bubbles escaping her mouth and floating upwards.

Another jolt of pain follows shortly after, and then another one, each one causing her to gasp and grab her swollen stomach in pain. The realization hits her like a rampaging Goliath…..she was going into labor.

'Are you kidding me?! You guys had to start now, didn't you?' She curse from within her mind. Almost like they could hear her, another convulsion shakes her body to the core. As her body begins to convulse from going into her labor, her eyes begin to shut ever so slowly. She felt so very tired and the very thought of passing out scared her to her very core. She wasn't going to birth two new sets of eyes under this odd liquid, away from the warm glow of their star. Hell no! Not while she was breathing.

A flicker of white from her left side causes her to glance in the direction it came from. She doesn't see anything, but the view of rolling red sands under her feet, causes her to panic. But the convulsions had her paralyzed, and she sunk lower and lower, her dress floating almost serenely in the orange water. She feels her feet sink into the soft red sand at the bottom, and another flicker of white causes her to wince. She turns to it, and her blue eyes widen at what she was seeing. There, walking across the red sandy floor of wherever she was, was a white human. She couldn't tell what it looked like, but by the height, she could tell it wasn't human.

The being notices her and walks her way, footsteps never stirring the sand nor water. She tries to swim away, but the being was at her before she could. It raises it's hand and reaches toward her, her vision swimming due to the brightness of the beings hand before succumbing to the darkness.

Her eyes open, weighed down by metaphorical boulders, and she move her head trying to find her surroundings. She sees nothing bit the increasingly familiar orange liquid, and she looks down toward her stomach. It takes a few seconds for her realizes that her once swollen stomach, had shrunk considerably, almost as if she had given birth. Her eyes widen, and she swirls around in the orange water trying to find the glowing white being hat had confronted her during childbirth. She blinks when she doesn't feel any pain from doing so, and she flares her aura.

Purple trails of the spectral energy swirl around her body mimicking a hungry snake.

"Ah…It seems you have awoken. About time, since these little ones are getting rather restless." A voice echoes throughout the water, soft and yet louder than anything she had ever heard. She turns and finds the owner of the voice, the white being from before. But instead of being impossibly large, this time it was the same size of her.

"Where are my children?" Amelia growls out, surprised she could speak while breathing in the strange liquid. Her aura, sensing her anger, whips around the sea floor devouring entire swaths of sand. The white being stares at her, its head cocked to the side and it waves its hand, two small forms floating from behind it.

Both bundles were oddly quiet, even with the sound of the orange water churning from her aura. Amelia stares in muted awe at the appearance of the two babes. They each had bright blonde hair surrounding their scalps, one even had her trade mark purple streaks. Small fingers grasp and legs kick as the babes twitch in their apparent sleep. She dashes forward, ignoring when she moved through the liquid like she was walking through air, and grabs both of the babes. In response the babes open their mouths small cries escaping their newly used lungs.

Amelia cooed at this and brought them to her bosom, happy that the birth had been successful and looks at the closer. One had an angular face, and was missing a certain piece of male anatomy. White the other had a chubby face with said missing piece hanging from his neither regions. "Twins. I had twins. A boy and a girl.. A boy and a girl."

Happy tears flowed from her eyes, as she pulled the babes close to her face and nuzzled them with her cheek. The babes almost as if they were sensing the good will stop their crying and descended into a fit of gurgles. The white being stared at the happy moment with a small invisible smile on its face. Amelia continued her nuzzling even when the white being appears next to her, whispering sweet things to the babes.

She jumps when the white being speaks from her side. "I apologize for the brief panic I more than likely induced when you saw me. But may I?"

Amelia blinks when this was asked. May it what? She gets her answer when the being touches her head with a long white finger, her mouth letting out an uncharacteristic squeak at the feeling. She feels something…something digging through her mind, long tendrils picking at her memories. The beings finger backs away after a few seconds, a small fond smile on its face.

"It seems my children are more stubborn than I thought. But it's odd that the females of this time are the dominant ones and not the males. Adams children have not awoken yet, but what are these strange beings called the Grimm?"

Amelia stares at the being for a few second with a raised eyebrow. What does it mean by 'its children'? She jolts in surprise when the being hums. "Ahh..These so called Grimm are the defiled flesh of my brother. To think his flesh would gain its own mind and begin the age old war once more."

Amelia stares at the being for a few seconds and she finds her voice. "What…what are you?"

The being turns to her and Amelia swears, the being takes the form of a human girl with pale skin, light blue hair, and ruby eyes. She blinks at the figure returns to its featureless face and it answers. "I am the mother of the Lilin. I am a black seed. But I go by the name Lilith, the mother of humanity. Though, I have become rather fond of the name Rei. So either name is acceptable."

"Lilith? That's your name?" The being, now named Lilith, nods. "Well then Lilith, where are we?" Amelia asks. Lilith hums into the orange water, the very sound of it causing the babes to stir from their rest. Amelia notices this and hums a quick tune to keep them asleep.

"Where we are is of no importance. But what is important, are the two children held in your hands." Lilith answers white finger pointing to the babies in Amelias hands. She looks down at them and then back to Lilith. "What do they have-"

She stops mid sentence when she notices Lilith holding her children. She looks down at her empty hands in shock, and moves to grab her children from Liliths grasp. She doesn't get a step closer when some form of power holds her in place, her aura failing to answer her call.

Lilith seeing that Amelia had been halted, turns her attention to the babes held within the crooks of her arms. She wags a finger in front of their faces, giggling lightly when they cry and shift in place, the female reaching for the male.

She looks at the female. "You are strong of body and will. But so weak in soul and mind."

She looks at the male. "You are strong in soul and mind. But weak in body and will."

"One of you shall receive my blessing. The blessing that will either end this world or save it. But which one shall it be…"

Amelia watches with muted horror as Lilith looks between her children and nod to itself. Lilith starts moving her hand toward the female baby, when something surprises her and Amelia. The male baby grabbed Liliths finger before it could touch his twin, and gurgles at her in anger. Lilith stares at the male babe gripping her finger and a small smile breaks her featureless face.

"Look at you. Weak of mind and will and so very scared. But you are willing to protect your sibling, even if your mind tells you to run. So much like that boy, and yet so different. I have made my decision…"

Lillith leans forward and kisses the male baby's forehead. "You shall receive my blessing. My brothers progeny shall answer your call and the powers of the old world shall be yours to wield."

She touches the female baby's head with her finger. "You shall protect your brother. You will be his guardian until he can protect himself."

As all this happens, Amelia could only watch with fear coursing through every fiber in her being. What did Lilith mean by 'powers of the old world' and 'brothers progeny'? She could worry about that later, the only thing of her mind, was getting her babies away from Lilith. She blinks when Lilith turns to her and nods in her direction.

"I apologize for taking them without your permission, but I am still rather new to all this. These 2 have my mark placed on their very souls, and they are as much your children as they are mine. Do protect them, less you face my wrath."

Amelia blinks when a loud noise echoes through the water. It sounded like a headed of cattle was stomping their way toward them. She looks up and covers her face when a dark shadow covers the sunlight coming through the water. 'A boat?' Amelia guesses.

She turns around and blinks when Lilith had disappeared and her two children were floating in front of her, both sleeping soundly. She grabs them and holds them to her chest, as looks up as large figures float down and grabs her. She doesn't fight when they start to lift her through the water towards the boat. They breach the surface, her lungs purging the orange liquid from her chest. The two newest editions to her family, cry when the cool sea breeze hits their faces. The two figures lift her to awaiting arms, and she looks at the ones that had saved her.

Dark black hazmat suits cover their bodies from the harmful effects of the orange sea, and the crying face of her husband peers though one of them. She smiles at him as the people lift her and carry her into a door. Before long, she finds herself lying on a medical bed, as a nurse takes her vitals and the vitals of her babies.

Arthur walks through the doors, his red hair frazzled, probably from worrying about her. His purple eyes were twinkling with unshed tears, and he walks forward with slow steps. She chuckles when he collapses to his knees near her bed, tears flowing freely. "You're okay...Oh thank the lords, you're okay."

"Of course I'm okay. It's going to take a lot more than a simple fall to kill me." She chides with a small grin. She leans down and kisses his head, smiling softly. Arthur looks up at her with a teary smile, and stands up. He wipes the tears from his face, and looks at her with a small look of awe. She raises an eyebrow at him. "What? Is there something on my face?"

"Amelia…Do you know where we are?" He questions with an unreadable face. She looks at him with narrowed eyes. "We are on a ship?"

Arthur nods his head at the answer. "On a ship. In the middle of the Orange sea. The very sea we fished you from. The sea that humans need specialized suits to even step outside."

The situation takes a few seconds for her to process, and when it does, her blue eyes widen in shock. She looks at her hands with barely restrained confusion. She was in the middle of the Orange sea, without a suit, and she was still alive. 'Was it the doing of that being? That 'Lillith'?'

Another thought races through her head. What about her babies?! She whips her legs around and stands from the berth, mind racing. Arthur grabs her shoulders, and she tries to push past him, but finds her strength waning. She looks at him and asks. "What about the-"

"The babies? They are fine. The medical personal on the ship are giving them a quick check up and they should be close to done." Almost as if they heard this statement, a nurse walks in. She was old, probably as old as their parents, a kind wrinkly face and kind set eyes. Grey hair peeked through her scalp and resting in her arms, were her two children. A surge a relief flows through her as Arthur guides her back to the medical berth, her eyes never leaving the sleeping bundles being held in the nurses' arms. Once she was back in the bed, the nurse walks over to her and allows her to take the two sleeping bundles of joy. Amelia sighs in relief when she feels the two small heartbeats against her body and leans back into the bed. Arthur leans over her shoulder, purple eyes brightening when he spies the two children.

Amelia looks at him and raises them to her chest, the two babes rustling in their sleep. Arthur looks at them, his eyes twinkling with childlike joy, and Amelia couldn't help but laugh softly. Arthur leans forward and speaks lowly. "Look at them…They're adorable. Can't believe I'm a dad….again."

The face he made when he said that made Amelia and the nurse snicker, but they quiet down when he starts to talk to them. "Hey there little ones. I'm your papa and you're going to be spoiled. To think, I'd have 6 daughters. I'm going to be kicking some much ass in the future…"

Amelia looks at him with a deadpan. "5 daughters, and 1 son." She corrects. Arthur stops his low rambling, and looks at her with a poker face. His face shifts to surprise, and he looks down at the two babes. Amelia moves the babe in her left arm, Arthur leaning forward and gently lifting the baby. The baby wails, voice causing them all to coo lightly and Arthur moves the blanket away and he stares at a certain place. He places the blanket back, and looks at Amelia.

"I…I have a son. I have a son. I have a son!" Arthur cries out in happiness. He starts doing a little jig, Amelia laughing lightly as he does this. He stops and looks down at his son, smiling. He moves next to Amelia, and hands her the baby back, his cries lowing to a stop. The nurse steps forward, pulling a slip of paper from somewhere. "I guess the next thing to do, is to decide the blessed ones names."

Neither Amelia nor Arthur comment on the blessed ones comment, but they look at each other. They look at each other and Amelia hums in thought. She nods her head and looks at Arthur. "How about this…I name the boy, and you name the girl. Deal?" Arthur hums a little and nods in agreement. "Deal."

They look at the babes, and Amelia smiles lightly when she conjures a name. She looks up at Arthur and sees him nodding to himself. They look at the nurse and nod. She smiles and pulls out a pen. "Alrighty.. The boys name shall be…"

"Jaune Mari Arc." Amelia declares with a smirk. Arthur turns to her, and raises an eyebrow. "Really? Named after your great great grandmother and my great grandfather?" Amelia shrugs and smirks at him.

"What can I say? I liked the names…"

Arthur snorts in humor. The nurse nods at them and writes down the name. She looks to Arthur. "And the girls name shall be.."

Arthur hums lightly and stands straight. "Joan Lucas Arc." The nurse nods at him and writes down the name. She smiles at them and nods her head at them. "By my name in this world, I hereby welcome Jaune Mari Arc, and Joan Lucas Arc, to Remnant. May the great mother embrace you for eternity."

Arthur and Amelia nod at her in 'thanks' before returning their attention to the newest edition of the family. They smile at each other and say, in nigh perfect unison.

"Welcome to the world and our family. Jaune Mari Arc, and Joan Lucas Arc."

Time skip 10 years

Bright blue eyes gaze at the scene in front of him with untold emotions. Jaune watches his twin sister, Joan, toss her opponent from the sparring ring. Surrounding the ring are the other students, and the teachers, all of them watching and whispering to each other. Though one thing stood out; all the spectators and teachers were female. Jaune stares at another student who was giving him an odd glance, before returning to watching the fight.

Jaune sighs into the air, and pulls out a pair of headphones. The headphones were a gift from his elder sister, Elena, and he took them everywhere. They were a dark red, with purple highlights, and they over his head so snuggly, he's slept with them on. She said the color clashed with his blonde hair and blue eyes, and he couldn't say no to any of his sisters.

He glances back at the fight, and winces when his sisters opponent unleashes a vicious haymaker to his sisters face. A light red glow surrounds his sister's body when the punch impacts and she retaliates with a punch of her own. Jaune pulls out a small scroll and pushes a button on its side, soft music playing through his headphones. Despite the mental contamination of his favorite music, his thoughts return to the glow surrounding the two girls down in the ring.

That glow was a thing humans call Aura. Aura was the soul unbound to freely fly through the world. Aura was found in everything; everything except the Grimm. No one knows why the Grimm don't have Aura, but it wasn't something normally discussed. Aura gave humanity the chance to fight back against the Grimm, fight back against the darkness that had plagued them for so long. But one thing changed during the early days of human exploration; It became apparent that females were the only ones who could actively unlock and use their aura.

Males had aura, there was no doubt about that, but for some reason males couldn't actively unlock it nor could they use it to fight. When this became apparent, the world changed dramatically. Women became the dominant ones; almost single handily controlling the world in as little as a few centuries.

Women became the protectors of humanity and faunus kind, women controlled every aspect of life. At one point children wanted to become heroes and knights, now children wanted to be Huntresses, despite the impossibility of a male becoming one. It wasn't a bad world, men could still make their own decisions and make their own lives, but it sucked being on the bottom of the social ladder.

Jaune blinks when the crowd of girls and women disperse, his twin walking toward him with a grin on her face. He pulls of his head phones when she gets close to him and Joan pulls him into a hug. He smiles and recuperates the hug, slightly miffed at how gentle she was with him. She pulls back and speaks, her voice an almost exact contrast to his. "How was I dear brother? Did you see me place that little skank in her place?"

Jaune looks at her, a small smile gracing his face. Said gaze causes her to blink and blush, grab the back of her neck nervously. He laughs lightly and shakes his head in amusement. He and his sister were defiantly twins. They dressed the same; a white shirt with the family's crest on it, a pair of black cargo shorts covering their legs and a pair of running shoes. The only noticeable difference was their hairstyles. His was wild and spiky barely reaching the back of his head, mimicking their fathers, while Joan's was long and pulled into a pair of pig tails.

Jaune looks at her for a few more seconds before smacking the top of her head with a closed fist. Joan whines and glances up at him. "What was that for?!"

"That was for your language. Just because you admire what Sable does and how she speaks, that doesn't mean you should copy what she says. And that was for doing something stupid again." He admonishes. Nearby passerby look at the twins with small smiles and some of the town locals shake their heads at their antics.

Joan looks at her twin brother in shock. Did something stupid? She fought that girl for him! "What do you mean 'doing something stupid'? She called you a walking breeding stock, and no one, and I mean no one, makes fun of my brother without consequences."

Jaune looks at her with a raised eyebrow and shakes his head. He loves his sisters very much, all seven of them, but there was one thing they all had in common; they were fiercely protective of him. Even the youngest of the family, Opal, was protective of him and she was only 4. He sighs and starts walking away, Joan following behind him, walking next to him her shoulder touching his. He looks at her and asks.

"Hey Joan…Why do you want to be a Huntress?"

She looks at him and then looks to the sky for a few seconds. "I want to protect you and the family to the best of my capabilities." Jaune blinks at her for a second. "That was a quick answer."

Joan looks at him and walks a little ahead of him. She turns around and stares at him, Jaune watching her feet propel her backwards, and he looks at her with a raised eyebrow. She grins at him and stops in the road. Jaune walks up to her and blinks when she grabs him in a hug.

"What? Joan what's wrong?"

"Is it so bad, that I want to become strong…so that these easy going days can continue…so that these long walks back to the house can continue till the day we die…is that really so bad?" She mumbles into his shoulder. Jaune stops and stares at her, his 10 year old mind trying to make sense of what she said. He doesn't receive an answer, but his brotherly instincts tell him to comfort her and make her worries disappear. He hugs her back but can't think of an answer to her question. They stand there in the setting sun for what felt like hours, but Joan pulls away and looks at him.

She kisses his cheek, causing him to blink at him and blush lightly. She smiles at him, and starts running down the street laughing all the way. Jaune smiles at the sight and chases after her. Well no matter what happens, he will stand by his sisters. He will stand by them and if needed, protect them.

5 years later (Sorry for so many time skips.)

Jaune knew something was up when he awoke this morning. Normally his younger sisters would be bouncing around the Arc manor, causing all sorts of ruckus. Normally one of them would be bouncing on his chest, trying to wake him up, but this morning, everything was oddly quiet. No shrill screaming, no Elena trying to catch said children, no deep chuckles from his father, and the worst thing, the smell of freshly brewing coffee was absent.

He kicks the covers from his feet and looks around his room. Everything was in its place; the worn headphones were on the nightstand, his desk was still sitting directly across from his bed next to the rooms closed door, and the window was still closed. He walks over to the closed window and unlocks the latch holding it closed. He pushes it open and the bright sunlight causes him to cover his eyes. He blinks when he notices nothing out of the ordinary; the breeze was blowing, lightly rustling the trees surrounding the Arc manor. He looks around and his heart stops when he spies a certain vehicle parked in front of the home.

The vehicle was a heavily armored APC, the wheels thicker than he was wide. The cannon stayed pointed toward the trees around the Arc manor. Two soldiers stood near the vehicle, rifles pointed toward the ground but ready just in case. The black uniforms were familiar, but one thing stood out on their uniforms.

The symbol emblazoned on the soldiers shoulders was a human skull missing it's right eye with a combat knife stabbed through the top of it. The sight of this symbol makes Jaune curse and dash over to his door and slam it open. He runs down the hall that connected the siblings rooms, and jumps down the stairs. He hits the bottom of the stairs and rolls into a sprint.

The sight of the living room doors causes Jaune to grin and he barrels through it.

"Hey! Why is Anna her-"

He stops short when he notices the person in question, sitting at the living room couch a cup of coffee in her hand. Said person is the second eldest of the siblings Anna Arc. Anna Arc stood at 5'9'' with shoulder length red hair. Her face was angular, cool blue eyes gazing at all in the room. A ceremonial cap covered her head, and the familiar black dress uniform clashed with the bright colors of the manor. Large breasts pushed against the dress coat, Jaune wincing lightly when he caught himself staring. A red band covered her shoulder, the symbol of the military she served proudly displayed.

He stares at her, his mouth hanging open, and she looks over to him. She smiles at him, said smile causing him to wince lightly. While he loved his sisters, Anna was…the black sheep of the family. After graduating from the prestigious Huntress school Beacon, she had disappeared. Disappeared without a single letter to her family for no rhyme or reason.

She had reappeared on his and Joan's 8th birthday, wearing the same uniform and bearing gifts. She was welcomed back into the family, but family relations became tense once they learned who she was working for. Anna had been recruited by the PMC Red Sand Solutions, and was the General of their experimental weapon and soldier division.

Now, RSS weren't all that bad. They were one of the few militaries that actively used and recruited male soldiers. They were well known throughout Remnant for taking jobs and missions that Atlas wouldn't. The cities they guarded had never been breached by the Grimm, nor by bandits or the White Fang. Their technology was revolutionizing Remnant, and they weren't afraid to fight back against the kingdoms. They had the second largest military, they held a rather large portion of the Vacuoan wastes under their control, and they could be found in all corners of Remnant.

They only thing that stood out was their apathetic nature towards the kingdoms and questionable agenda. Their motto was 'If humanity is to survive in this world, we must forgo the old rules and morals. In ancestral footsteps shall we tread, and we will not mistake their intents.' This motto quickly became true, as RSS started using what many considered barbaric tendencies. Total war on their enemies, destruction of total cities, and even public executions to those who turned traitor. They quickly rose in infamy and fame throughout Remnant, and a large portion of that was thanks to the woman sitting in front of him.

Said woman looks at him, her eyes trailing his form before a chuckle escapes her lips. "While I appreciate the sight of you brother, I believe you rushed here without checking yourself."

He raises an eyebrow and turns to look at the rest of the family. His mother was staring at Anna with a tight lipped smile and his father was sighing into a coffee cup. Elena wasn't home, she had a mission in the upper parts of Mistral. The first set of twins, Jasper, and Opal Arc, were still at Beacon completing their first year. Joan was staring at him, her hand covering her face, trying to cover her laughs. He looks at her in surprise, she was wearing her armor.

Joan was attending the local Huntress school, and as such, had to change her equipment. Metal armor covered the entire of her arms, reminiscent of the metal braces worn by the knights of old. The same style armor covered her legs, and instead of a full metal breast plate, she had gone with an improvised piece of armor that covered her upper chest. A black t shirt covered the skin that was shown, and he couldn't help but muse that they dressed the same, even after all these years. A longsword was leaning against her right shoulder, her hands wrapped around the blade.

He looks to his final two sisters, the youngest members of the family Jacquelyn and Isabelle Arc. Jacquelyn had inherited her parents hair, as instead of being blonde of red, it had settled on a bright orange. Green eyes gazed at her elder brother with embarrassment and hilarity. She was wearing a yellow sundress that their mother had bought, and he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at her. Odd to think she was 10 and yet, she spook like 18 year old. He feels something grab his leg and looks down at the youngest member of the family Isabelle Arc.

His heart soars with wings as the light purple eyes of his youngest sister gaze at him with such innocence and adoration; he couldn't help the doopy grin that forms on his face. Isabelle Arc, was 6 years old, with blonde hair much like their mothers. She was wearing a little pair of blue overalls and her hair was pulled into two adorable pigtails. He blinks when he looks down at his legs. Did his legs sprout blue fur overnight, or is he still asleep? A few seconds pass, and his face descends into horror. He was wearing the blue bunny onesie that he got for Christmas!

He looks down and blinks at his bare chest. He must've been rather tired to not even put the onsie on fully. Isabelle grabs his attention, with the universal sign for 'upsies' and he obliges her. She squeals a little when he picks her up in his deceptively solid arms. Jaune had what many called muscle definition; he wasn't extremely lanky, but nor was he extremely muscled. He was rather happy with his body, but his family wasn't. So what if you could see some of his ribs? It added character!

He holds Isabelle in his arms, smiling when she kisses his cheek and moves so that she can see the family. Their mother was smiling at them, and she nods to him. "Jaune. Go take a bath and get dressed. Take Isabelle with you. She's needed a bath sense yesterday."

He nods at her and glances at Anna. She was staring at him, a small smile on her face and he rolls his eyes before looking to Isabelle. "Want to take a bath with big bro?"

She shakes her head 'no' and he frowns. "Awww…What if I make your favorite sweets?" She looks at him with wide eyes.

"With chocolate chips?"

He nods at her with a smile on his face. Isabelle grins and points toward the bathroom. "Onward! To the tub, Bubbles!" He blinks at the nickname but shrugs. He turns around and heads toward the bathroom. Hopefully the house will still be there once their done…

Amelia watches Jaune takes Isabelle with him and waits for a few seconds before regarding her second child. She takes a sip of her tea and stares at her, following Annas sight and sighs when it was still focused on where Jaune was standing. She snaps her fingers, causing those in the living room to look at her. She clears her throat with a cough and glares at Anna.

"While I appreciate the sight of you dear daughter, I believe you came here without thinking."

She watches as Anna chuckles to herself for a few seconds before taking a sip of the tea. She has her eyes closed during this interaction, and when she opened them again, Amelia looks in shock at what she was seeing. Anna was one who held their emotions behind a mask, never allowing them to control her but her eyes told a different story. She was worried….She was worried and she was scared. For whom, Amelia couldn't place but seeing those emotions in her daughters eyes causes her to take the situation seriously.

"Why are you here Anna? You don't normally visit unless you need something, or something has happened?" Amelia questions.

Anna looks at her mother with a small frown and a sigh escapes her lips. "You must leave this town." Her family looks at her in confusion. She looks at their faces, satisfied when she sees that they were regarding her seriously. Joan speaks up next. "Leave? Why would we leave?"

Anna looks toward her mother and father. They were staring at her with confusion as well, but they each had hardness in their eyes. She looks to her mother when she spoke. "What do you mean by 'leaving' Anna?"

"Pack your belongings, and get out of the town. I have a bullhead on call to get you away from here." Anna replies with a calm voice. Her father decoded to speak next.

"What you mother means Anna is…why should we leave? What has you do worried?"

She stares at her bouncing reflection on the tea, and frowns lightly. She had no choice… She looks up at her family and they all stop when they hear a door open from upstairs and the patter of wet feet. They watch the hallway, thinking a naked Isabelle was going to run through the living room, but return to Anna when nothing happens.

Jacquelyn was staring at her family with confusion. Why were they glaring at big sis Anna like that? And what did she mean by leave the town? She shrugs and walks out of the living room.

Amelia doesn't move her gaze when Jacquelyn leaves the room. Arthur glances at his wife and other daughter in worry. Something was up…

Amelia, grits her teeth together when Anna doesn't speak for a few minutes. She stands up and glowers at her daughter. Her voice comes out, low and growling, much like how she used to talk. "Speak Anna..speak now or so help me, I'll-"

"There's a Class 3 Grimm hoard on its way. And the White fang are following just behind them." Anna remarks. It was if a switch had been pulled, as the entire house dropped to a dead silence. Not even the mice in the attic stirred…

Amelia stares at her daughter with barely restrained shock. A Class 3 Grimm hoard? She had to be joking…She stares in Anna's eyes once more and to her mounting horror, saw nothing but truth. She collapses down onto the couch, her husband's mouth dropped in shock, and Joans eyes widening to an impossible degree. She regards her daughter with a wary eye. "Are you sure?"

Anna nods her head. "Yes. We've been tracking the hoard for the past few days. It came to our attention that it was heading this way. They shall be at the towns gates within the next 4 hours."

Amelia looks to the ground. "Fuck.."

Grimm were well known for making swarms and attacking towns and cities. Class 1 hoards were normally made up of simple Grimm; Beowolves, Ursa, Creeps, and normally a few Deathstalkers. A sufficiently defended city could beat a Class 1 hoard. Class 2 hoards were the most common. They normally consisted of the larger variations of Grimm; Deathstalkers, Nevermores, King taijitsu, and even an odd Goliath. They were called settlements killers for a reason. Class 3 hoards were known at city destroyers.

They were nigh the exact same as a Class 2 hoard, but they were accompanied by Nuckelavee, Weavers, and even Geists. If a Class 3 hoard was on its way, the town wouldn't stand a chance. She leans back into the couch, Joan standing up and going to the living room window. She opens it, allowing the fresh air to blow in. She nods in thanks and Joan grins. "We need some fresh air."

Arthur takes the conversation from there. "And the White fang?" Anna hums and answers her father. "We don't know why they are following the hoard. But this is why you should leave."

She looks to her mother and raises an eyebrow when she nodded to herself. Amelia looks at Anna and nods at her, Anna getting the idea and standing up. "I'll call the ship. Be ready within the next 3 hours." They all nod to her and look to the living room door. Jaune steps through it, freshly bathed and dressed in a simple pair of blue jeans and red t-shirt that had the RSS symbol on it. Isabelle was on his shoulders, dressed in another pair of overalls, but these were new and decorated with gems and sparkles.

Jaune looks at his family with a raised eyebrow. "What's going on?"

Jaune grabs a duffle bag and starts putting cloths in it. Isabelle was sitting on his bed, eyes wide and fearful. "What's happening Bubbles?" He finishes packing his clothes and walks over to his bed. "We're leaving Izzy."

He looks up at her, and feels his heart break at the confusion. He grabs her in a hug, the little girl returning the gesture. She looks at him with a tilted head. "Why are we leaving?"

He reaches under his bed, pulling out another set of duffle bags and he opens them. he walks over to his desk and starts packing. He grabs a photo album, his favorite book, and a few other things. He turns to Isabelle and answers her question. "We are leaving because monsters are on their way here."

Isabelle looks at him with frown. "Monsters?" Jaune looks at her with a small smile. "Yep. Monsters. Monsters that like to eat little girls like you." She looks at him with fear.

"But I don't want to be eaten!"

She dashes from his bed and hugs his leg. He smiles at her, his eyes watering a little. He pats her head, her face looking up at him. "Neither do I. But I promise to protect you with my life." Her eyes water once more and her nose starts to run. "Do you mean it?"

"By my blood and by my honor, I, Jaune Mari Arc, promise to protect Isabelle Boyd Arc, till the day I die." Jaune declares. She stares at him and wipes away her tears.

"But what about the others?"

He looks at her with a raised eyebrow. He looks at her unnatural hard purple eyes, and picks her up. "Wipe that hard look from your face. Of course I'll protect the others. I'd be a crappy brother if I didn't. Now go find mum and stay next to her. Okay?"

Isabelle nods at him. "Okay."

He lets her down and watches with a smile as she runs out of the room. Once she leaves, the smile disappears from his face. He returns to packing, when Joan walks into his room. "Do you have an extra duffel?" He throws an empty one to her, and returns to packing. He doesn't hear her say 'thanks' but his mind was racing. 'Are you kidding me?! The towns going to be destroyed and yet, we can't do a thing to stop it.'

He finishes his packing and grabs the two duffel bags. He looks at his room for a few seconds, memories rushing past his eyes, and he turns away closing the door behind him. He walks down the hallway and then down the stairs and comes to a surprising scene. Anna was helping their mother pack their kitchen. The pair of soldiers had moved from outside and were carrying their stuff out of the door and into the APC outside. He lays his duffel bags down, and walks toward them.

His father stops him and lays down a few duffel bags. Jaune looks at him and Arthur points to the stairs. "Jaune. Go help Joan bring the other bags down." He nods at Arthur and walks up the stairs. He meets his twin halfway, and she nods at him. "These are the last ones."

He grabs a few from her and starts down the stairs. They watch as their parents file out of the door carrying the final bags. They nod at each other and follow them, closing the door. The sight that greets them was not one that they expected. The once sunny sky had darkened, like a storm was on the approach. They look down the stairs and see the soldiers packing their belongings in the APC. Their mother turns from talking to Anna and yells at them. "Jaune! Joan! Get down here!"

They jump lightly and jog down the stairs, Joans armor clinking lightly. They reach the APC and hand the soldiers the last duffel bags. They turn to Anna and a high pitched screech causes all to stop. They all turn, and eyes widen when a large black figure passes over them. Jaune watches with baited breath as the Nevermore continues it's path toward the town. Once it passes, Amelia whips around to Anna. "You said 4 hours!"

Anna was watching the Nevermore and she had a snarl on her face. "So I did. Apparently, the Grimm didn't get the memo. Everybody!" All heads turn to her. "Get in the APC!" They all nod and start their way to the APC. They would've made it to the vehicle if not for a large black shape to land in front of them.

They all take a step back when the large form of a Goliath stands to its full height and glares at the humans. Nobody makes a move as the Goliath regards them with indifference. Other black forms join the large Goliath. Creeps, Beowolves, Ursa, and even Griffons stare at them with hunger and anger.

Jaune feels his heart beat into throat, and his eyes dart to Joan, who was slowly shuffling her way in front of him. She draws her longsword, the noise catching the attention of the Grimm. They growl at her and APCs long cannon rotates to the Goliath. The Goliath seeing this releases an earth shaking roar, the other Grimm taking the chance to do the same. Jaune watches as the Grimm charge forward, his mother darting forward. He watches as she pulls her fist back, and unleash a punch to a jumping Ursa.

He stumbles when Joan pushes him behind her, aura flashing to life. "Stay behind me!" She wings her sword with such grace and power he can't help but gawk at his twin. Grimm after Grimm was cut down in front of him, their black forms disappearing to black haze. The APC was unleashing hell unto the lighter Grimm, its shells tearing them to pieces. The soldiers were firing at the Grimm, rounds puncturing flesh but rarely stopping them.

Jaune ducks under the swipe of a Beowolf, Joan bisecting it. He's pulled to his feet, his sister pushing him toward the APC. The Goliath, once happy to watch its brethren kill the humans, decides to stomp forward large footfalls causing the ground to shake. Jaune looks at its lumbering form in fear, and he looks around. He spots Isabelle and Jacquelyn being pushed into the APC, and sighs in relief. The Goliath swings its large tusks, trying to bat away the little humans that dared to try and hurt it.

Jaune watches as the tusks carve a deadly path, shattering some of the smaller Grimm to bloody paste. He follows the path of the tusks, and his eyes widen when he sees the end point. The tusks were heading toward Anna and if it got through her, it would hit the APC.

"Anna!" He screams out. She hears him, her red hair flowing in the wind, her uniform covered in the dissipating blood of the Grimm. He watches as she regards the large tusks coming toward her like an annoying insect. In a rare display of emotion, Anna's mouth sets into an almost psychotic grin and she rears her fist back, and punches the oncoming tusks. The battlefield grows silent at this; at least it does in Jaunes eyes, and he looks at the fist of his sister and the tusk of the Goliath. He watches as cracks form on the tusk. He watches as Anna dash forward with speed too fast for him to follow, the tusk exploding in fragments. He watches as the Goliaths red eyes widen as the fist of Anna slam into its face. He watches the bloody remains of what was once a Goliath fly through the air, crashing into flying Griffons and other Grimm.

As all of this happens, his eyes couldn't look away from Anna. She stands up, and the grin she was wearing causes a shiver to travel down his spine. The other Grimm, seeing their impromptu leader be destroyed, put all effort toward killing them.

A few minutes pass, and the left over Grimm were fading to black dust. They all breathe a sigh of relief and look toward Anna and Amelia. They were staring at each other, and they nodded. Amelia, turns around and yells. "All right everybody! Get in!"

Despite the hell that just happened, they were fortunate enough to not lose anyone. Joan seeing her brothers shell shocked face steers him to the APC. As they approach, Jaune sees something. There laying in the dirt, near the manors steps, was a small doll. The doll had bright blue hair, with pigtails, and was wearing what appeared to be a knight's armor. That doll was Isabelle's and Jacquelyn's favorite toy. Hell, the thing had been through hell, and yet it was still holding together.

He pulls away from Joan, not hearing her object to that, and dashes to the doll. He picks it up and shows it to those who were still outside of the APC. He hears Joans scoff, and his mother telling her to be quiet. He looks at the doll and nods before jogging back to the APC. His mother and Anna were still standing outside, eyes roaming the area in case of threats. He reaches the APC, and Isabelle sees the doll he was holding. She runs up to him and grabs it before returning to her seat next to Jacquelyn. He looks up at smiles at his father, who smiles back and gives him a thumbs up. Amelia pats him on the head and pushes past his arm. He turns around, looking toward the large black cloud descend of the town.

He hands form fists and he growls lightly. Anna, hearing this, looks at him with a raised eyebrow. He points to the town and she nods her head. "Do not worry. The town was being evacuated at the same time as the family. They should be close to done."

She nods to herself and turns to enter the APC. Jaune looks at her, but a black blur behind her causes him to push her behind him.

Anna stumbles when Jaune pushes her behind him. "What was that fo-" She starts but her voice falls short. There standing on the APCs ramp was Jaune. His body was facing inward, his back facing the outside world. His mouth was set in a grimace as large black claws dug into his chest. He looks at them and whispers one word. "Damn.." Before he was jerked off of the APCs ramp. She looks into the air as he was pulled into the air by a stray Griffon.

Their mother dashes out of the APC, her hand covered in her famous purple aura. She stretches her arm forward, a large claw of aura shooting out, chasing the Griffon that dared take her son. The aura claw falls short, the Griffon joining its brethren and the sight of Jaunes blonde hair fading.

Amelia collapses to her knees, tears flowing freely as she watched the Griffon fly off with her son. Joan joined her shortly, their cries deafening those near. Arthur walked out of the APC, tears were flowing from his eyes as well, and he hugged the two crying girls to him. Jacquelyn was covering Isabelles eyes, but even so the little girls cries could still be heard. Anna feels something run down her cheek, and she wipes it away. She looks at the red liquid staining her hand, and she growls deeply.

"Father!"

Arthur looks up at her and does a double take. He had seen Anna mad, but the fury and pain showed on her face causes his tears to stop. "Get them in the APC." She says. He blinks at her. "Wha-"

"GET THEM IN THE APC!" Anna screams at him. He looks at her in shock, but he sees the tears running down her face. He nods, and pulls his wife and daughter up. Their crying became even more hysterical as he does this, and he pulls them into the APC. Anna walks over to the APCs ramp and looks inside. The sight of her crying family causes her to grip the metal of the APCs armor to the point it bent. She pushes a button, the ramp closing with a hydraulic hiss and the red lights inside to flash on. The driver looks back at her, and she nods.

"Get us out of here."

With Jaune.

'Well…this sucks…' Was the single thought running through Jaunes mind, as he was carried through the air. His blue eyes gazed at the city he had grown up in, the loss of blood making him delusional. He turns his head, staring at the other flying Grimm with morbid curiosity. Most of them were carrying a human. He blanches when he spies a baby Nevermore carrying the remains of a few people. Despite the threat of his life ending, he couldn't help but laugh a little. To think, he would die becoming the food for some soulless abominations. Hell of a way to go, if you asked him.

But even if he wasn't showing it on the outside, he was scared. He was scared and….he was sad. He was sad for many reasons. He wouldn't be able to dance with his sisters anymore. He wouldn't be able to cook Isabelles little sweets anymore. He wouldn't be able to see Joan graduate Beacon. He wouldn't be able to go drinking with his father.

He stops his lamenting when the Griffon that was holding him, dropped closer to the ground and releases him. He hits the ground, his mouth opening with a scream. He rolls for a few feet before stopping. He rolls over and stares at the black dotted sky. He looks to his right, and screams when he comes face to face with the face of a dead teenager. He looks to his left and sees the same thing. He sits up, and his eyes widen at the sight.

The Griffon had dropped him off, in what appeared to be a giant feeding ground. Bodies stacked upon bodies were splayed all around him. The gore of the scene causes him to vomit, and he stands up. He stumbles lightly, and looks at his leg. A large feather had been impaled through his lower leg. He ignores the pain, and glances around at the hell he was dropped into. He spies another person getting up, and he starts to call out to them. He stops when a large yellow stinger impales the person, quickly ending their life.

The Deathstalker that had done the deed, clicks annoyingly before scurrying away to do lord knows what. Jaune drops to his knees when this happens and he looks down at his blood covered hands. The organs and other body parts of the dead mix and he swears he can someone singing. He hears something coming from behind him. He turns and pales, there looking at him was what many called a Nukelavee.

A mixture between man and monster, the humanoid portion of the beast looks at him with crooked eyes. It leans forward, breath reeking of death and the orange mouth glows with hellish light. Jaune stares at the Grimm as it stands and he starts crying. He was going to die..He was going to die.

He sees his life flash before his eyes. And the one thing that stood out was his promise to Isabelle. "By my blood and by my name I, Jaune Mari Arc, promise to protect you and our sisters till the day I die." The last part was probably added by his conscience and guilt, but he couldn't blame it.

"Sorry guys. Looks like I won't be able to keep that promise."

To his confusion, a melodious voice echoes through his very soul. "Arcs never go back on their word."

He blinks. "What the-"

The Nuckelavee in front of him stops when a gunshot rings out and hits its shoulder. They both turn and stare at the old man holding a shotgun. Jaune doesn't watch the next scene, his mind trying to place the voice. Said voice speaks again. "Arcs never go back on their word."

Jaune looks around trying to find the voice. He doesn't see anybody and he looks at the ground. "Guess I'm going insane."

"You gave your word. You are an Arc. Your word is your oath."

The voice echoes, so low and deep, it shakes Jaune to his bones. The words it spoke struck something within him. "I gave my word…"

He looks around the area. Instead of seeing the piles of dead bodies, he was seeing his family. He stands up; the threat of the Nuckelavee disappeared from his mind. He looks around the area, and spots what looked like a poleaxe. He grabs the weapon and spins it in his hands, his face reflection on the smooth metal. He looks at the Nuckelavee, whose hands were covered in the blood of the old man.

He glares up at the Grimm. "I gave my word. I gave my word! I will not die here. I made a promise! And an Arc never goes back on their word!" The part was screamed. He swings the poleaxe, the blade of the weapon digging into the Nuckelavees leg. It screechs to the sky in what Jaune hoped to be pain. The voice appears again. "Nicely said. And you are correct, you shall not die today. You have much to do.."

Jaune didn't care about the voice, the only thing he cared about was making his way back to his family. The Neckelavee swings its gangly arms at him; his blue eyes widen and close waiting for the impact. He doesn't feel anything after a few seconds but he does hear what seemed to be a loud 'gong'.

'Did it miss?'

He opens his eyes slowly, in fear that the Grimm was toying with him. To his shock, the Nuckelavess arms were being blocked by large orange hexagonal lines. He stares at the hexagonal shields with confusion, the same sentiment shared by the Nuckelavee. He watches as it rears back its arms again, and strikes the field. The attack bounces off harmlessly, the field of orange energy holding. A giant screech pieces the air, Jaune covering his ears from the sound. He turns around, and spots a Nevermore flying its way toward him. It flaps its wings, large black feathers shooting from them, their black forms carving paths through the air. He watches in fascination as another orange hexagonal shield stops the feathers cold. The two shields pulls back, Jaune looking at them in confusion. He reaches out a touches one of them, shocked that they were solid.

A loud groan is heard from the area, a large shadow overtaking Jaune and even the other Grimm. He looks up, another unknown feeling striking through his chest.

"Holy shit.." He mutters as he stares at the giant floating above him. The giant was well over 130 meters, and was seemingly made of black ribbon. A singular white face protruded from what Jaune could guess was its face. Two eyes sockets, empty of biological eyes glowed with a hellish orange light. The jaws had no teeth, allowing him to see into an empty blackness. Its shoulders were covered in an orange plated armor. He swears the ribbons it was made off were moving on their own, and if Jaune could liken it to something, it would be a mummy.

The giant floating above Jaune casts it gaze at the battlefield, and seemingly chuffs in laughter. The orange field shifted into what appeared to be melting and reforming glass before shrinking once more. Jaune takes a few steps back until he was directly underneath the large being. The Grimm in the surrounding area start to attack the large being, their attacks ignored by the giant. Jaune looks up, but doesn't spot the orange shield protecting it. He jumps when a Beowolf was turned to ash when it got close to him by the orange field.

The being, seemingly fed up with the attacks, hums a deadly tune and then…nothing. Jaune covers his eyes when a bright flash takes place around them, and then a deafening explosion. Despite the brightness, he could see the very earth surrounding them be torn apart by some unseen force. After a few minutes the bright flash dies down, and the ringing in his ears die to dull hum, he opens his eyes to the devastation around him.

The once giant blood pit had been eradicated, and he could past all the bodies. The once blood stained ground was now steaming from the heat of the blast, and there wasn't a single trace of the Grimm surrounding the bodies. The Nuckelavee and Nevermore had been eradicated, not a single piece was left of them. He looks behind him, his eyes widening at the sight of the town. The town had been destroyed, the building burnt to cinders and entire swaths of earth were upturned. The only thing left standing was the town statue, but even that was melting to a pile of slag. It looked like a large scale war had been fought and won a signal day. He looks up at the floating giant and blinks when he catches an orange eye glancing at him before disappearing.

"What..what are you…." Jaune stutters out. The giant doesn't hear him, but the voice from before answers. "Zeruel. The Angel of strength. The arm of God."

Jaune blinks at the voice. Angel? This thing…was an Angel? He looks up at the being and speaks. "Your…your name is Zeruel?" To his shock, the giant, now named Zeruel seems to nod slowly at this. Jaune looks around at the destruction. "You did this?"

Zeruel nods, and Jaune gulps lightly. He decides to not look a gift horse in the mouth. "Uhhh…Thanks for saving me." He doesn't receive an answer at this, but he watches as the Zeruel looks around the battlefield. Jaune shrugs and moves to leave the area, when an orange shield blocks his path. He looks at it and tries pushing through it, but it was of no avail. He looks up at Zeruel, seeing the giant looking at him with a singular black eye.

"You're not letting me leave?"

He blinks when Zeruel looks to the horizon, and he follows its gaze. His heart stops when he sees the sea of blackness running its way toward them. The red eyes of the hoard stare through his soul, and he drops to his knees, when he couldn't see the end of the sea of Grimm. He looks up at Zeruel, the Angel regarding the sea of blackness like an annoyance. Jaune looks around at the destruction caused just a few minutes ago, and a light bulb goes off in his head. "Wait a minute….Can you do that again? The bright flash and total destruction thing? You can do it right?"

Zeruel doesn't answer vocally, but the low hum of the orange shields tells him his answer. Jaune stands up, and the noise of a bullhead catches his attention. He turns around, and spies the large craft flying its way toward them. His blue eyes narrow when he spot the familiar symbol of the RSS and a grin forms on his face. He starts waving at the craft, the sea of Grimm forgotten.

On said bullhead.

The Arc family was dead quiet. The only noise was the sniffling of Isabelle and Jacquelyn. Joan had stopped crying but now her face was blank, without emotion. Amelia wasn't faring any better, her fist was gripping her leg so hard, and some of them thought she was shattering her own bones. Anna was sitting away from the family, fumbling a small locket in her hand. She looks at the locket and pushes a button, allowing a soft chime to play through the bullhead.

Amelia hearing the chime, looks to Anna. "You kept it. Even after all these years."

Anna looks at her mother before looking back at the locket. "Of course I did. It was a gift from you all. How could I not keep it?" They all look at Joan as she stands up, and walks over to the door of the bullhead. They all watch as she rears her leg back and kicks the emergency door open. Arthur, sensing what she was about to do, jumps up and tackles her to the ground. She struggles against him, screaming. "Let me go! I must find him! He's alive! I must protect him!"

Arthur increases his pressure once he sees her aura flare up. He grunts when she pushes him off of her, and stands up. Amelia was standing next to him, and she walks forward. She grabs Joan, and throws her against the bullhead walls. Joan hits them with a groan, but stands up anyway. Amelia closes the door and stares at Joan. "What do you think you are doing?"

"I'm going to find him! I'm going to protect him! Now get out of my way!" Joan yells and swings her sword at Amelia. She dodges and a quick punch to Joans stomach sent her to the ground coughing.

Amelia regards her daughter with sadness, and a few tears leak out. "Do not think you are the only one hurting. I just lost a child that I had birthed. I lost a child that I saw grow. And it hurts…it hurts so much that we can never see him again. So do not think for a single second, that you are the only one hurting right now."

The all watch as Joan starts to bail. Amelia bent down and hugged Joan to her chest, her face sad. The others in the bullhead bow their heads in sadness, and one could feel the pain in the air. The silence is broken when the bullhead was jolted by a shockwave.

"The hell was that?" Arthur screams. Nobody answers, each of them trying to find their balance. Anna stands up and looks around. "Everybody okay?" She receives an a few groans and a few curses when the pilot comes over the intercom. "Uh…Ma'am, you may want to see this.."

The ramp of the bullhead starts to open slowly, and the sight on the other side causes everybody to stop. A giant was floating in the middle of what appeared to be a blast site. It was large, larger than anything she'd ever seen, and the feeling it emitted caused shivers to travel down the spines of all looking at it.

"What in hells name is that?" Anna questions it. The pilot answers her from the cockpit. "We don't know. It appeared a few minutes ago. The one we do know, is it's the cause of the shockwave."

The pilots seem to argue about something, their voices quiet over the intercom. They stop and they come over the intercom again. "Uh….We're seeing movement under the…thing? It looks like a human."

Amelia joins Anna and they both look at the giant as it floats in the air. It moves slightly, allowing them to see the so called figure under the beast. They feel their hearts stop when said figure had bright blonde hair.

"Is that.." Arthur begins. Isabelle pulls away from Jacquelyn and dashes over to the ramp, holding onto Amelias leg. As they get closer to the giant, said figure started getting clearer and it starts waving at them. Isabelle gasps.

"Bubbles!"

The sight of their supposedly dead son/brother causes tears to come to their eyes. Joan crawls forward, the sight of her twin causing her heart to flutter in joy and relief. The same went for Amelia, her blue eyes softening in relief. As they get closer, and closer to the giant and Jaune, certain things become apparent. He was injured, going by his hunched appearance, and he had a weapon in his hands. It appeared to be a poleaxe but their observations stop when the bullhead slows to a stop. They look at each other and Anna yells to the pilots. "Why are we stopping? My brother is down there!"

"We can't get any closer. There's some kind of barrier blocking us." Was the pilots answer. They all look to each other, and nod. Amelia summons her aura, the purple tendrils forming. They dash toward Jaune, an orange hexagonal shield stopping them dead. Amelia frowns and wills her aura to continue attacking the shield. Joan joins her, swinging her longsword, blade of white aura flying from it. They impact the orange shield, explosions shaking the bullhead. They smoke clears and the orange shield was still standing, not a scratch visible. Joan, Amelia and even Anna growl in annoyance before continuing their assault.

Jaune blinks in confusion when the bullhead containing his family stops at least a mile away from him and Zeruel. He blinks when the familiar purple aura of his mother shoots out of the bullhead and impacts the orange barrier. He watches as his family try to break through the barrier, and looks up at Zeruel. The Angel was focused on the Grimm hoard charging ever so slowly toward them, and he yells up at it. "Oi! That's my family in the bullhead! Let them through!"

If the Angel heard him, it didn't react to his voice. Jaune starts waving, trying tio get Zeruels attention, when the Angel does something he doesn't expect. The black ribbons unravel, showing a set of white spikes jutting from what he could guess was its chest. A large red orb was setting in the middle of Zeruels chest, Jaunes eyes widening at the sight of it. The orb was large, almost half of Zeruels body. The black tendrils that had hidden the large orb before were now flowing through the air like angry snakes.

The hoard of Grimm was now close enough for Jaune to see the individual Grimm that made up of the hoard. He gulps in fear, the poleaxe in his shaking. Zeruel seemingly sensing his fear, leans forward a low groan rumbling the area. With a deep almost humanlike scream, Zeruel unleashes a burst of energy that tears through the ground like butter. It rips through the Grimm hoard, large cross explosions ripping the ground asunder. And with a single strike, Zeruel had destroyed half of the hoard. The other half slow down to an almost screeching halt, their red eyes on the being that caused such great damage. Zeruel seeing their hesitation, hums a tune. Jaune watches as the hexagonal field appears above the leftover Grimm hoard.

The hexagonal field seems to multiply, covering the entire hoard with its glow. Jaunes eyes widen as other hexagonal field appear above each other, almost as if they were stacking on top of each other. The Grimm hoard seeing this panics, and starts running. Zeruel doesn't give them the chance, the field floating above the hoard slamming down like a fist of god.

And with a final shake to the earth, the Grimm hoard that was once nigh unstoppable, had been decimated in as little as 10 mins by one being. The sight of the decimation causes all who were watching to stare at the being in fear. The Arc families was staring at the destruction caused by the being, and renew their efforts of getting Jaune away from it.

Jaune drops to his knees as he looks at the large swath of black smoke rise into the air. He starts crying in relief, and he can't stop the surge of vomit escaping from his lips. He coughs and wipes the excess of vomit from his mouth. He looks up at Zeruel, the Angel not moving from its position. He spies it landing near where it was stopped by whatever Zeruel was using. He watches as the bullhead opens its ramp, and his family dash out of it. Another surge of relief nearly causes him to vomit again, but he holds it down. The poleaxe that he was holding quickly went from a weapon to a cane to help him stand.

"Holy crap…I can barely breathe."

He waves to his family as they draw closer. He starts walking toward them and if he was watching Zeruel, he would've noticed the Angel turning to look at him. He doesn't notice this, and neither do they. As they get closer and closer, Jaune can see the tear streaks running down their faces. All of them had them, all of them except Anna. She had a relieved look on her face, and he could see a small amount of red in her eyes. He nods to himself. 'Seems you do care, eh Anna?'

They were feet from each other, his mother's hand outstretched to embrace him in a hug, when the hexagonal field stops them. Their hands bounce off of the field, and Jaune starts beating his hands against it. His family on the other side do the same, trying their hardest to break the barrier. Jaune raises the poleaxe and swings it at the barrier, wincing when the weapon is flung from his hands. He starts beating against the barrier, his families voices strangely quiet.

He swings around to Zeruel and jumps in fright when the Angel was face level with he and family. The size of the Angel truly comes into view, as Jaune feels like an ant in comparison to the Angel. He gulps lightly when Zeruel seems to hum at him before rising to its full height.

To the horro and he and his family, Zeruels face widens and a long green cylinder slithers out of it. Said cylinder slowly makes its way until it hovered just above his head. He looks at it in confusion and fear. The fleshy tongue cylinder jolts slightly, three lines breaking apart skin and flesh. Jaune watches with fear as said cylinder breaks apart allowing the large teeth inside to be seen.

Jaune gulps and pales when he realizes what the giant being was about to do. He turns his head around to see the horror spreading across his familys faces. He sees Joan tell him to run. His mother was punching the barrier, her face sat in anger and desperation. Anna was doing the very same, their auras flaring and mixing together. The face of Isabelle and Jacquelyn causes him to grin at them, mouthing the words 'it'll be okay'. They don't seem to get it but the giant tongue of Zeruel lunges forward, eating him whole and making his vision turn black.

The Arc family watches with terror as the large being that had just ate their son/brother, retract its appendage back into its mouth. It swallows and the black ribbons that were floating behind it pull back, returning it to the mummified shape it had before. With a low rumbling groan, it turns around and starts floating away. They starts chasing it, Amelia throwing purple spears of her aura, Joan swinging giant blades of aura, and even Anna allowing her aura to be shown. The three auras blend together, showing a cacophony of purple, white, and red. Their attacks hit their mark, but no damage was done to the floating being. As they increase their attacks, the being is impacted by explosions from the front.

They all stop and blink at the bullheads that were flying their way toward the behemoth. There was at least 15 bullheads of varying size and armaments. And they were all firing on the lumbering behemoth, the explosions kicking up large amounts of wind. They growls lightly when the red symbol of the White Fang was shown on the side of the vehicles. Arthur cursed from behind them. "The White Fang! Good time for them to show up, eh?"

The other family members nod and Amelia turns to her husband. "Get Isabelle and Jacquelyn back in the bullhead. We'll be right behind you." He gives her a worried look, but he nods nonetheless. They all keep a watchful eye as he guides the two girls back to the bullhead, the White fang forgotten. When they turn their attention back to the lumbering giant, the sight shocks them.

Despite the amount of firepower hitting its body, it floated forward unperturbed. But the bombardment did seem to make it annoyed, considering the low groan it emitted. Two black ribbons unfurl, and dash towards the bullheads. Some of them was able to dodge to fast moving ribbon, but others weren't so lucky. The ribbon tore through metal and flesh as it jumped from bullhead to bullhead. The flaming wreckages falling to the earth, and explode. A few seconds pass, and the remaining bullheads retreat from the battlefield. Despite the situation, Anna smirks at the sight.

'This thing just destroyed a small task force and a class 3 Grimm hoard like they didn't even exist. Whatever in dust it is, it's nothing to be trifled with.'

Her smirk soon leaves her face when the giant seems to increase its speed. What was once a simple run to catch up to it became a full aura sprint, and even then the giant was able to pull away and leave them in its, dustless shadow. Her mother, who was panting lightly, glares up at the giant and turns to her. "Anna…"

"Yes mother?" Anna replies. The face Amelia gave her caused her to gulp lightly and a scared grin to come to her face. Amelias face was full of such anger, such sadness, and such unbridled fury, Anna was reminded of her mother's old nickname. 'The Titan of Beacon.'

"I don't care how you do it. I don't care who you have to kill to do it. But I want that…that thing dead! I want its body destroyed and burned until nothing is left of it!" Amelia screamed at the top of her lungs. Joan, who was still quiet, nods along with her mother. Anna looks at them for a few seconds and nods her head.

"It shall be done mother." She starts walking away from them. She stops after a few feet. "Oh and mother?"

Amelia looks at her with a raised eyebrow. Anna turns her head and glares at Amelia. "Don't go ordering me around."

And with that, Anna continues her walk to the bullhead. Amelia growls to herself and follows, Joan walking next to her. Jaune will be avenged. Even if it was the last thing they did.

With Jaune

The one thing he hoped to feel when he died was warmth and maybe, an odd sense of regret or anger. The one thing he didn't expect to feel, was what felt like a cold metal floor. A thought passes through his mind. 'Wait a minute. I can feel something? I'm dead aren't I? If I'm dead how can I even think?'

He starts the slow process of moving his body. He clenches his fingers, and moves his legs, satisfied when they respond to his orders. He opens his eyes and looks around. He was in what appeared to be a large metal hallway, the metal cold and full of dust. He coughs lightly, sending dust into the air, and he slowly moves to stand. When he does he looks around at the hallway. 'Wasn't I eaten? If so, is this heaven? If it is, I want my money back…'

He starts another preliminary check of his body, happy when everything comes back ok. He looks around the hallway again, and starts walking down it. After a few minutes, he comes to a metal door. He looks at it for a few seconds and jumps in surprise when it opens with a small burst of air. He coughs as dust flies through the air, he covers his mouth. "Wherever I am, somebody hasn't dusted for awhile."

He slumps slightly when the next hallway was an almost exact copy of the one he just left. The only difference was this one had a few doors on the sides of the walls. He tries opening these doors but they stay shut. He huffs in annoyance and continues his trek to another door, which opens when he got near it. He blinks at the exact replica of the hallway he was just in, and feels his eyebrow twitch.

"It's going to be one of those isn't it?"

Jaune opens another door and his eyebrow starts to violently twitch. It was an exact copy of the other 15 damn hallways, he'd just walked through.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Jaune yells out in annoyance. Nothing had happened in the last 14 hallways, and he had lost his patience 5 hallways ago. Hell, he'd take a chibified Zeruel, if it meant getting out of this never ending hell hole. Almost as if the universe was listening to him, the door on the right of him opens allowing inky blackness to be seen. Jaune stares at it and then looks up at the ceiling. "You're fucking with me aren't you?"

Silence…

"I'm not going in…"

Cricket chirping…

"How did a cricket get in here?"

Haunting set of music plays.

"Fine! Just don't blame me if something happens.."

He walks into the darkened room and the door shuts ominously behind him, shutting him in complete darkness. A pair of blue eyes peers into the darkness, and blink owlishly. They look around, and Jaune shrugs. Nothing had happened, except the never ending darkness. He looks around trying to find a source of light when as if by magic, the lights above him switch on. He rubs his eyes, trying to make the white spots disappear.

"Okay. Who's the wise ass who turned on the lights without warning?"

The sight that greeted his eyes when he stopped rubbing him, has him step back in fright. A giant red face was staring at him, 4 round green eyes staring blankly. The main coloration of the giant in front of him was red, orange and white. An orange crest jutted out of its forehead, two large pylons jutting from Jaune hoped was shoulders.

"Holy…" Jaune mumbles out and walks forward. He stumbles when he loses his footing and gulps when he stares at his reflection in a red liquid. While he stared at the red liquid, he can see the rest of the giant. It was humanoid in shape, the main colors extending throughout the entirety of its body. He spies some words written on the giants arm. It was in a language he couldn't read but for some reason, he knew exactly what it said.

"Evangelion unit 02?" Jaune whispers confusedly. He looks back at the giant and swears he sees one of its eyes follow him. He sees another platform leading behind the giant, and he walks up to it. He blinks when he looks at the back of the giants neck, ands gulps lightly. The back of the neck had been exposed, showing an unsettling humanlike spine, and a large hole where a vertebrae should've been. He hears something mechanical activate, and he covers his head. After a few seconds, he looks up and blinks. There, floating almost lazily, was a long metal tube.

He blinks when the metal tube starts inserting into the hole, but it stops halfway and with a burst of air, a hatch opens. He looks at the hatch, and watches as a ladder is shot out and swings in the air for a few seconds before resting on the platform he was on.

His blue eyes brighten lightly, and his gaze sweeps the room, searching for anybody. The only thing in the room was what appeared to be an observation deck, with shattered window. He doesn't spy anybody in the observation deck but he decides to ask anyway.

"Uhh…Do you want me to get in the…Evangelion?"

A shiver runs through his spine when a breeze blows through, on it a light voice. It whispered 'yes' to him and for some odd reason, he couldn't deny it. He walks over to the ladder and begins the climb to the long cylinder. He smirks nervously. 'Mom would kill me, if she saw what I'm about to do.'

He reaches the top and climbs into the cylinder. It was pitch black inside, but he could spy a large chair sitting in the middle. He walks over to it and sits in it, shivering in disgust when his back hits something sticky. The hatch closes, bathing him in darkness.

"Oi, what's the big idea?"

Jaune blinks in surprise when the inside of the tube is brightened by light. He feels the tube slide, and looks around when a large 'click' is heard. With a deep hiss, he blinks when an orange liquid starts to fill the tube. He panics and holds his breath, the liquid filling the tube far faster than he thought. 30 seconds later, he couldn't hold his breath any longer and lets it go, coughing and sputtering as the liquid fills his lungs. To his shock, instead of drowning he was breathing deeply, almost as if the liquid was oxygenated. He looks at the chair he was sitting, and grabs what appeared to be long handhelds.

Something takes hold of him at that moment, and the fear he had felt moments ago, disappears like dust of the wind. He moves his hands in what he hoped and knew was the right spots, his legs doing the same. The inside of the tube starts to flash with amazing colors, his eyes twinkling in awe at the sight. He looks in surprise when the color show disappears and the platform he was standing on a few minutes ago comes into view.

"Woah.." Jaune gasps out and leans forward in his chair. To his shock, he feels the giant move as he did. He pulls back lightly, and raises his hands. To his shock, and hidden delight, the hands of the giant does the same. He winces when the hands smash through the metal platform. "Whoopsie…Sorry about that.."

He returns to moving his hands, the giants hand mimicking his own. He looks to his right, and cheers mentally when the giants head does the same. He tries moving his legs, but to his disappointment they don't move.

"Maybe they've been restrained?" Jaune muses. A voice echoes through the liquid, words unclear. He looks around the area, looking for the owner of the voice. He doesn't see anybody, but the voice starts getting louder and louder, the words it spoke becoming clear.

"For it is in our infamy that we achieve immortality, through this we become a paragon of bestial rage and holy power to lay waste to all.-"

Jaune blinks in recognition. "Wait a minute..Isn't that the Huntress code to unlock their aura? Sorry to say this, but I'm a guy." The voice doesn't hear this and continues the rite.

"Infinite in your abilities, and unbound by physical laws, I hereby release thine soul, and by my word, guide thee to the powers of old."

And with that the rite was finished and Jaune looks around in confusion. He waits for a few seconds, and shrugs. "See? That doesn't work for males. We can't unlock our-"

He stops when an unsettling feeling settles into his chest. He opens his mouth to speak, but is cut off when said feeling expands and encompasses his entire being. It started as a simple warmth, and it was now a raging fire within his very soul. But for some reason, he couldn't feel any pain, the only feeling he could recognize is fulfillment. After a few seconds the warmth calms down, and he raises his hands as a bright white veil covers his skin before disappearing.

He breath comes in labored breath and for some reason, he couldn't stop the grin from spreading across his face. Memories that weren't his own was playing across his eyelids and for some reason the next words he said, reverberated within his very soul.

"Evangelion unit 02! Launch!"

Time skip, 2 years

A figure stands atop a red giant, their blonde hair waving lightly in the air. The figures face was obscured, but the only thing shown was bright blue eyes.

"So this is Beacon academy? Kinda small if you ask me.."

The figure scoffs lightly and stomps their foot on the red giants shoulder.

"No matter!" the figure yells and points to the school.

"Evangelions! Angels! March into battle!"

End..

Authors note: I know one shots are normally rather short, but what can I say. Once I get on a roll, I tend to keep it. But I hope you guys and gals like this little prompt. If you do review and favorite. There will be more like this to come! Thanks for reading!

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