In a log cabin a man sat reading a newspaper with a warm coffee cup on the table in front of him.
"what's going on in the news today honey?" A feminine voice called out from the couch, the husband turned to see his wonderful wife. She had red eyes, white hair and wore a white nightgown.
She bore a faint resemblance to weiss.
"apparently, nothing of particular significance." A thud was heard before wailing followed.
"oh no! Hans, did you fall?" The mother had rushed over to her son, visibly concerned and checking for any injuries.
"is he alright?" Erika soothed her son who's tears still brimmed, ready to fall at any moment.
"he's alright, isn't that right my little hans?" The child looked to his father before attempting to say something.
"papa... leg hurty." Otto placed his newspaper down and strode over to his wife and son with grace.
"you'll be alright my son. It'll heal." The boy slowly blinked.
And woke up in a hospital bed.
'no! I don't do hospitals. I need to leave.' A hand reached out to him after seeing his panicked expression.
Hans panicked and grabbed her wrist with bone crushing strength. The woman only whined in discomfort at his attempt to crush her wrist.
"you're scared. Why?" Hans let up on her wrist and grabbed his coat. He threw it on despite its tattered state and headed straight for the door.
"it wouldn't be wise to run away Mr günsche." Hans ignored him and opened the door before turning back.
"not running... I'd rather talk... outside the room..." His speech had noticeably improved, being able to say three words without pausing.
Summer and ozpin were confused by his request but obliged and followed him out the door.
Hans leaned against the wall, easily calmer than inside the room. He glanced at his coat and through the tears in his right sleeve could see many scars on his right arm.
'another set of scars.' Summer and ozpin looked to him with expectant gazes.
"how did you save me? I know I was going to die. So how?" Hans internally grimaced, in his opinion he condemned her to suffer. Becoming a werewolf is awful.
Natural werewolves are a different matter but it often takes a while for a werewolf to become a natural one.
"has ozpin explained everything?" Summer nodded. "I made you a werewolf. But first, I need you to understand. There are two types of werewolves. Natural werewolves and normal werewolves. I'm a natural werewolf and can turn others into werewolves." Summer placed a hand on her chin.
"ah, so werewolves can regenerate! That's why you made me one!" Ozpin also seemed to figure things out.
"I saw on a security camera, you bent steel. But summers wrist wasn't broken. Do werewolves have improved physical capabilities?" The captain nodded.
"I'm sorry for this. There is one large issue for werewolves. This only applies to normal werewolves. Nightmares. Every time you sleep, you will experience nightmares. The only way to stop this is to become a natural werewolf, which is far easier said than done." Summer seemed to understand the severity of this.
"how do I become a natural werewolf?" He sighed internally.
"that's not a task you're up for." She frowned at being underestimated.
"I am ready!" The captain slammed his fist into the wall, shattering it.
"if I say... you're not ready... you're not ready..." summer looked in shock at the strength of him.
"...fine." summer pouted like a spoiled child but hans was relieved that she let up.
"Ahem. I will be taking that out of your pay."
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Neo sauntered along with a gleeful smile on her face filled with excitement, because tomorrow she would get her pistol from hans.
But right now she had to deal with the insufferable bitch known as cinder.
"are we clear, roman? I need more dust." Roman looked irritated but did nothing to stop her. Neo mouthed along to her words and used her hand to mimick cinders mouth.
Roman stifled a laugh, even having to cover his mouth as to not be seen smirking.
"how dare you!" Neo pulled hush's blade out and used her semblance to fool cinder.
Cinder:"emerald? I swear I heard her..." Neo had a hand over her mouth and a blade to her throat. She sat atop her waist with obvious intent to kill her.
She looked to roman before disabling her semblance for a second. Roman definitely saw and pretended to nod along but was in reality nodding at Neo.
Neo looked back to emerald who was crying.
'oh don't give me that crying bullshit. All cocky until you're about to die.'
"I hate to cut you short cinder, but I'd like to smoke, so can we take this outside?" Neo smirked at her Foster fathers words. But emerald still looked to cinder with a glimmer of hope.
"...normally I would burn you alive for interrupting me, but it is rather stuffy in here so I'll allow it. Let's go." Emeralds hope completely shattered and Neo cut her throat open as if gutting a pig.
The warehouse door slammed shut and Neo was forced to drag the corpse to the other side of the warehouse.
She struggled to push open the door on the other side but eventually did so revealing the docks. The shattered moon shone brightly on the floor, Neo continued to drag the corpse across the wooden docks, upon reaching the end, the criminal tossed her victim into the water.
Neo wiped her forehead with her arm and tossed her gloves into the water.
'right. Now to clean the blood.'
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A cane struck the ground with each step.
"silver chains... why would Mr günsche need silver chains?" Ozpin walked into the weapon shop, mind still distracted by the werewolfs odd request.
"hello sir! Oh my oum! Its headmaster ozpin! D-did you need something sir?" Ozpin snapped back to reality.
"my apologies. I was distracted. Do you have any chains made of silver?" The shop owner blinked at the strange request.
"no we don't. I can make some that'll be ready in two days. But, by silver chains, do you mean 100% silver?" Ozpin nodded. "You are aware that silver isn't very strong, right?" The headmaster nodded once again. "Well, you're the boss."
This made ozpin more confused.
'what good are weak chains?' He took out his scroll and began to text his employee.
Hans, the order has been made. It will be done in two days. But I have to ask, what is it for?
Hans looked away from the gun parts that had yet to be assembled.
Silver is the weakness of werewolves. If summer wants to become a natural werewolf, the chains will be necessary.
Ozpin now began to understand that hans was preparing for a... ceremony of sorts.
Now, I'll be busy for the rest of the night. I'd appreciate if you left me alone.
Hans placed his scroll into his coat that hung on the chair he sat on. He looked back to the partially assembled luger.
'right, the goal is a luger that had high penetrative power and a fast fire rate with low recoil. Let's get to work.'
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Here I sat again, in this damn wooden chair.
Everything hurts
My legs, my arms, my torso, my face.
All of it. The room smelled heavily of my own blood.
My hands couldn't stay still, I feared re-experiencing tyrians... punishment. His steps echoed throughout the halls, his mad giggles, the tapping of his tail.
All of it, it was driving me mad.
I suddenly woke up.
"are you alright mom? You were shaking in your sleep." I stroked her head with a grateful smile.
"I'm alright, my little cookie. Go back to bed." Ruby nodded and snuggled up to me while cuddling my torso. I continued to soothe her by stroking her head until I could hear my daughters cute little mumbles.
"more... cookies... delicious... cookies..." I dissapeared in a burst of petals, I reappeared next to hans günsche. He turned around immediately and looked to me, the bags under his eyes were obvious.
"is there any way to avoid the nightmares?" Hans shook his head but grabbed his notepad from the desk.
"I need to know everything about your combat capabilities. For someone to become a natural werewolf from a normal werewolf, you must conquer your beastial instincts but also acknowledge that they are a part of you." I raised an eyebrow at him.
"that's really vague. But my semblance is the ability to swap two things. The biggest thing I can swap with is a tree. Anyways, my weapon were two kusarigama that could extend and form a double sided scythe. In hand to hand, while I'm not an amateur, it's not my best area." Hans turned back to the table and I peeked over his shoulder.
He seemed to be making a pistol. The body was pink in colour with some brown blotches but had a gold barrel. There was also a small HG symbol on the grip.
"that's a cool pistol. But, I want to ask, how come you were so vague?" He picked up his notepad and began to write again.
"because I have never done this ceremony before. You are the first werewolf I've turned. And, only natural werewolf family's know of this ceremony but due to the uproar it would cause among normal werewolves, it was rarely used. Only 3 or 4 times. I never even witnessed these." I was confused but ultimately chose to comment.
"did your parents teach it to you?" I saw his breath hitch at their mention.
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As Summer looked at him with concern, lina appeared once more.
"aw, she's concerned. But why be concerned when its your fault? You, tore out mothers heart. You, strangled father until he went purple. You, couldn't save me. Its all your, fault." He ignored it.
Words can hurt. Especially from someone so close and dear to you.
But hans realised the last time she appeared, this hallucination. Her sweet yet spiteful tone, the knowledge she had of what he'd done.
There was no way she was real. She can't be, right? Right?! Hans held onto that hope, he wanted his family back.
But that was a child's dream.
And he was no longer a child that could dream of simple things like that.
"hans? Hans!?" He snapped out of his mutterings and turned to summer.
"you can't just ignore me! Your mind created me! Your guilt will haunt you, be it through your past, your present, even your future!" Hans let out a sigh before a content smile made its way onto his face.
'I'm aware. I doubt I'll ever truly redeem myself. But regardless of what I've done, I can't let it impede me. My life... its a tool to save others. As repentance for the things I've done. The screams of the children I've murdered. The people who begged for their lives. The families I've split up. Even if it was all under his, orders. I still did it.' Even as he thought about his things, he still did not cry.
But his content smile quickly turned to one of misery.
Truly, he had no tears left to give.
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