Every journey starts with a single step - Lao Tzu
The start of a story should be important yet I find myself struggling to write. I have fantastical arcs and epic climaxes yet when recounting these tales I can never find the right words for it. Before I became who I am, I was a nobody. If I was being realistic I was a loser even then to put it lightly I was worse I was a regular nine-to-five worker but then they showed up and took me from my home. The brother's gods who call themselves, beings of pure creation and destruction told me many things, some important while others…
"What the fuck you mean it's my fault," said the brother of destruction
"I was just stating the fact that if you haven't been easily fooled by @$&/ then we would not need to bring in this soul" calmly replied the brother of creation
I sat there listening to them argue for about 15 to 20 minutes now all I could say was… why am I here, they must have noticed the look I was giving them and they had the decency to look ashamed
"Ahem so the reason why we brought you here is quite simple we need you to fix a time-line he-" creation began to say before destroying smacked him "I mean WE made. We will repay you for helping of course, and we will even give you a chance to leave or stay in that world" he finished saying but I couldn't speak before destruction says "oh yeah we aren't giving you a choice to back out so have fun." Snapping his fingers before pain and darkness consume me
Searing pain radiates through my body. The cold, hard ground presses against my skin, and my head spins violently. Screams pierce the air around me, but the words are lost in the fog of my mind. Memory new and sudden rip through my head like it was a kid jumped up on candy. Through the haze, I see shadowy figures moving. One of them notices me and starts to approach me.
"Are you okay, kid? You got knocked out." Called out a voice
He says something, but my head is still ringing. "I, uh, what? Yeah yeah, I'm fine," I respond to the voice, shaking off the dizziness and looking around. I grab the man's hand and get to my feet.
My eyes darted to the commotion and I saw Blake, her face contorted with anger, shouting at Adam. "I specifically told you to take it easy on him, Adam! He's just a kid!" she screamed, her voice rising in frustration and protectiveness. The air around us was tense and charged with emotion as the two stared each other down, their expressions mirroring the conflicting feelings within them. It was like watching a fierce battle between loyalty and aggression unfold before my eyes.
Adam scoffs. "It's better now when he won't lose his life than to fight and lose to those damn humans. Besides, he is a big boy; he can handle himself."
I roll my eyes. 'He can't be for real, right?' I think to myself. Recalling my memories, I know he never liked me. I don't know why.
Blake turns around and hugs me. "Are you ok? He didn't hurt you too badly, right?" making me embarrassed and pushing her away. I cough. "I'm fine. Thank you very much. Like Adam said, it's better to be hurt now than later. I am a big boy. I drink milk." My body responds, making the group chuckle to my embarrassment. I walk back to my tent, my ears drooping from their laughter. I forgot how hard it is to be a kid
As I settled into the small, cramped space of my tent, I couldn't help but reflect on how strange everything felt. My head still throbbed from the earlier impact, but the pain was slowly subsiding. I rubbed my temples, trying to piece together my fragmented thoughts.
The tent flap rustled, and Blake entered, her expression softening as she looked at me. "Hey, I brought you some water and a little something to eat. You need to keep your strength up," she said, handing me a canteen and a piece of bread.
"Thanks, Blake," I muttered, taking a sip of the water. It was cool and refreshing, a stark contrast to the chaotic scene outside. "I just... I don't understand why Adam hates me so much."
Blake sighed, sitting down next to me. "Adam's just... complicated. He has his reasons, but that's no excuse for being so harsh. You didn't ask for any of this, and we're all trying to figure out how to work together."
I sigh but agree. "Yeah, you're right it's just that it's hard to be treated like a kid by my peers. I can do so much more if they let me but it is always "You're just a kid let the grown-up handle it." it angers me" I huff frustrated.
Blake placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "I understand, Alex. You have a lot of potential, and it's frustrating when others can't see that. But remember, proving yourself isn't about pushing yourself to the brink. It's about showing consistency, reliability, and strength. They'll come around eventually."
I nodded, taking another bite of the bread. "Thanks, Blake. It means a lot to hear that."
She smiled warmly. "Anytime. Now get some rest. Tomorrow's another day, and you'll need your strength."
As Blake left the tent, I lay back, feeling a bit more at ease. Despite the harshness of my situation, with Blake's reassurance, I felt a renewed sense of determination to prove myself, not just to Adam, but to everyone slowly falling asleep.
As I awaken realization hits me along with the rest of my memories and I can't help but panic. 'Shit, I can't believe I'm in the White Fang. They are closer to extreme terrorists than actual activists. What am I going to do, fuck!? I didn't know where I was yesterday. Okay, let's try to calm down in and out.
As my panic settles. sighing that I needed to escape the white fang as fast as I could. Blake is still in the white fang, so it was before v 1, so that's good.
Maybe I should help Blake leave the white fang too. She was my babysitter before my transmigration, so we have a good relationship. I grin to myself after I put on my mask and step outside my tent to see Blake walking clearly worried. She notices my masked figure emerging from the tent and moves close, her amber eyes narrowing slightly in curiosity. "You're up early," she says, her voice calm and measured. "Is everything alright? She studied me carefully, seemingly sensing a shift in my demeanor. "You seem... different today."
I put on my best smile "I am, What you said last night helped me out a lot with Adam and the others so I'm just looking more positive" I said half-heartedly
She raises an eyebrow slightly but nods, accepting my explanation for now. "Good to hear," She replied, though there was a hint of doubt in her eyes. "It's important to stay positive, especially with everything happening." she glances around, ensuring no one else is within earshot. "But remember, if you ever need to talk about anything... I'm here. We're in this together."
my smile grew more real this time "Yes, I know ever since they... ever since my parents died you been taken care of me" I said glad to hear her care about me
she softened at your words, a hint of sadness in her eyes. "Of course," she says gently. "I promised to look out for you, and I intend to keep that promise." she places a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "We'll get through this. Together."
'Yep, I am helping her leave now' I thought to myself then hugged her "Thanks for everything"
She hugs you back, her arms wrapping around you firmly but gently. "You're welcome," she whispered, holding the embrace momentarily before pulling back. "We should get ready for the day. There's a lot to do, and it's best to stay focused." she offered a small smile, hoping to convey some sense of reassurance and strength.
I sigh but smile back nodding my head before walking away 'I need to find out how to get out of here and help Blake escape' thought.
Blakes pov
As Alex walks away, I watch him for a moment, concern still lingering. Turning away, I head off to join the others, lost in my thoughts.
I am contemplating my future with the White Fang, feeling the weight of my doubts and the growing disillusionment with their methods. I continue through the camp, my mind occupied with conflicting thoughts. The White Fang's recent actions have been increasingly violent, and it's becoming harder to justify their methods to me. As much as I want to fight for our rights, I can't ignore the feeling that we're losing our way.
I glance around at my fellow members, seeing the determination in their eyes. But I also see the anger, the hatred that fuels them. It's a dangerous path we're on, and I fear where it might lead us.
Lost in thought, I almost miss Adam approaching me. His intense gaze is hard to ignore, and I steel myself for the conversation ahead.
"Blake," he says, his voice carrying that familiar edge of command. "We need to discuss our next move."
I nod, falling into step beside him. "Of course. What do you have in mind?"
As Adam outlines the plan, I can't shake the feeling that this isn't the path I should be on. The more he talks, the more certain I become that I need to find a way out – not just for myself, but for those I care about. Including Alex.
As the days go by getting closer to the hist I see Alexander sparring with a White Fang member 'I haven't seen him before maybe a new member' she thought as she watched them get into a ready stance The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden hue over the training grounds. Alexander stood in the center, his eyes focused and determined. He rolled his shoulders, loosening up before the sparring session. Across from him, a White Fang member stepped forward, his mask hiding any expression but his stance radiating confidence and readiness.
The white fang, with his sleek, black combat suit and twin blades strapped to his back, nodded at his opponent. "Let's see what you've got," he said, a smirk playing on his lips.
Alexander In response says "You'll regret underestimating me," he smiled crouching low in a ready stance.
Without warning, the White Fang member lunged, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat. Alexander reacted swiftly, drawing his blades and parrying the initial strike. The clash of metal against metal rang out, echoing through the arena.
The Faunus was relentless, launching a flurry of quick, precise attacks. Alexander danced around them, his movements fluid and controlled. He deflected each strike with expert precision, his eyes never leaving his opponent.
"You're fast," Alexander acknowledged, sidestepping a particularly vicious swipe, "but not fast enough."
With a burst of speed, Alexander went on the offensive. His blades moved like extensions of his arms, slashing and thrusting with blinding speed. The White Fang member was forced to backpedal, his own blade now used for defense rather than attack.
A sudden faint from Alexander caught the Faunus off guard. He pivoted, bringing his blade around in a wide arc. The White Fang member barely managed to dodge, but Alexander pressed his advantage. He spun, delivering a powerful kick to his opponent's midsection, sending him sprawling to the ground.
The Faunus rolled and sprang back to his feet, a snarl escaping his lips. "You're better than I thought," he admitted, his eyes narrowing behind his mask.
Alexander didn't reply, He shifted his stance, ready for the next exchange.
The White Fang member charged again, this time with a new strategy. He feigned high, then dropped low, aiming to sweep Alexander's legs. But Alexander anticipated the move. He leaped, twisting in the air, and brought his blades down in a powerful cross-slash.
The Faunus barely managed to block the attack, the force of it driving him back. Alexander landed gracefully, his momentum unbroken. He pressed forward, his attacks a seamless blend of speed and power.
Despite the White Fang member's best efforts, it was clear he was outmatched. Alexander's skill and experience shone through with every move. Finally, with a swift, disarming strike, Alexander knocked the claws from the Faunus's hands and brought his blade to his opponent's throat.
"Do you Yield," Alexander commanded, his voice calm but firm.
The White Fang member froze, his eyes wide with shock. Slowly, he raised his hands in surrender. "I yield," he said, his voice tinged with respect.
Alexander stepped back, sheathing his blades. "Good fight," he said, offering a hand to his opponent.
The Faunus took it, pulling himself up. "You're strong, Alexander. I'll remember this."
Alexander nodded. The Faunus nodded back and said "And I'll remember you. Keep training. Next time, I expect an even better fight."
I watched As the sun dipped below the horizon, the two fighters parted ways, The training grounds were silent once more. Alexander's stealth and deception skills were getting better too. It's impressive how quickly he's adapting, though I can't help but wonder if it's out of necessity or something else. Watching him, I feel a mix of pride and concern.
One evening, as the camp settles down, I find myself sitting by the fire, the flickering flames casting shadows around me. Alexander approaches, and I can see the determination in his eyes.
"Blake," he says, his voice steady. "Can we talk?"
I nod, gesturing for him to sit next to me. "Of course. What's on your mind?"
As he sits down, I study his face, searching for any hint of what he might say. We've always been close, and I hope he feels comfortable enough to confide in me.
Alexander POV
I take a deep breath before saying what has been on my mind "I don't think I want to be in the white fang anymore and I don't think you should be in it either"
Blake's eyes widen slightly at my words, a mixture of surprise and concern flashing across her face. She looks around quickly to make sure no one else is listening before turning her full attention to me.
"Alexander," she whispers urgently, "that's dangerous talk. You know how the others would react if they heard you."
I nod, keeping my voice low. "I know, but I can't ignore what this group is becoming. We're supposed to be fighting for equality, not spreading fear and violence."
Blake sighs, her gaze dropping to the ground for a moment. "I've been having similar thoughts," she admits softly. "But leaving the White Fang... it's not easy. Especially with Adam around."
"We can find a way," I say, determined in my voice. "We can leave together. We don't have to stay and become something we don't believe in."
She looks at me, her eyes filled with hope and fear. "If we're going to do this, we need to be careful. Plan every step. One mistake and..."
"I know," I interrupt gently. "But it's worth the risk. For both of us."
Blake takes a deep breath, nodding slowly. "Alright. We'll start planning. But we need to be discreet. One slip and we're both in danger."
I give her a reassuring smile. "We'll get through this. Together."
the day of the train heist
Adam walks up to Blake and says "Blake it's time, are you sure you want to take Alexander with us?"
Blake stands next to Adam, her heart pounding as the day of the train heist finally arrives. Adam's question hangs in the air, and I can feel his intense gaze on me.
She meets his eyes, keeping her expression neutral. "Yes, I'm sure. Alexander has proven himself to be capable and reliable. He'll be an asset to the mission."
Adam narrows his eyes slightly, but he nods. "Fine. Just make sure he doesn't mess up. This heist is crucial for our cause."
"I will," she assures him. As Adam turns to address the rest of the group, she catches Alexander's eye and gives a subtle nod, silently communicating that everything is set.
Taking a deep breath, I prepare myself for what's to come, knowing that this heist will be a turning point – not just for the White Fang, but for us as well.
Then we ran and jumped onto the train we landed on the roof while Blake and Adam pulled out their blades I pulled out two daggers and clung to the roof 'damn this is harder than it looked' I thought to myself before pushing myself up and following the two inside.
Inside the train, the sound of clanging metal and the roar of the wind outside fills the air. Adam moves with a purpose, his weapon at the ready, while Blake glances back at me, ensuring I'm keeping up.
I grip my daggers tightly, adjusting to the swaying of the train. The inside is dimly lit, shadows flickering as we make our way through the narrow corridors. We encounter a few guards, and Adam swiftly takes them down with precise, lethal strikes. Blake and I move in tandem, my daggers finding their marks as we neutralize the threats together.
As we reach the cargo hold, Adam stops, turning to us with a determined look. "This is it," he says, his voice a low growl. "We need to secure the Dust and get out before reinforcements arrive."
Blake nods, and I can see the resolve in her eyes. We begin loading the Dust into bags, working quickly but efficiently. Every second counts and the tension is palpable.
Suddenly, the train lurches, and I stumble, barely catching myself. Blake grabs my arm, steadying me. "We need to hurry," she whispers urgently.
Just as we're finishing up, the door to the cargo hold bursts open, and more guards flood in. Adam charges them with a ferocious battle cry, and Blake and I follow suit. The fight is intense, but we fight with everything we have, knowing that this is our chance to break free from the White Fang.
In the chaos, I find myself back-to-back with Blake, our movements synchronized as we fend off the guards. "We're almost there," I shout over the noise. "We just need to hold out a little longer!"
Blake nods, determination etched on her face. "We can do this, Alexander. We have to."
Blake's POV
As the guards flood in, Alexander and I share a glance, a silent understanding passing between us. With swift, precise movements, we hack into the train's security system, sending a command to the guards.
"Rebel faction detected. Priority target: Adam Taurus."
The guards' eyes flicker before they turn on Adam, weapons raised. Adam, taken off guard, roars in anger as he fends off the sudden betrayal.
"Go!" Alexander shouts, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the front of the train. We sprint through the narrow corridors, the sounds of fighting and Adam's furious roars echoing behind us.
We burst into the control room, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. I glance around, quickly assessing the situation. "We need to decouple the front cars," I say, moving to the control panel.
Just as I start working, an alarm blares. Atlas security measures. I turn to warn Alexander, but it's too late. A trap deploys, a series of metal spikes shooting out from the walls.
"Blake, look out!" Alexander shouts, shoving me out of the way. The spikes tear through his arm and strike his face, the impact sending him reeling back.
"No!" I scream, catching him as he falls. His right arm is mangled, blood pouring from a deep gash where his eye used to be. "Alexander, stay with me!"
He grits his teeth, pain evident on his face, but he forces a smile. "Blake, you have to... finish this. Detach the cars. Get out of here."
I shake my head, tears blurring my vision. "I can't leave you."
"You have to," he whispers, his strength fading. "For both of us."
With trembling hands, I complete the sequence, the front cars detaching from the rest of the train. The sudden jolt sends us both sprawling and in the chaos, Alexander slips from my grasp, tumbling off the train.
"Alexander!" I scream, reaching out, but he's gone.
Grief and rage fuel my movements as I finish the task, ensuring the detachment is complete. The front cars lurch forward, separating us from the rest of the train. I take a moment to compose myself, my heart heavy with the loss.
I make my way to the front, taking control and steering the decoupled cars away from danger. The mission is complete but at a terrible cost. Alexander's sacrifice will not be in vain. As the train speeds away, I vow to honor his memory by continuing to fight for a better future.
Tears stream down my face as I navigate the train to safety, the weight of my loss and determination pushing me forward.
a few hours later
Adam pov
Adam stands amidst the wreckage of the heist, his expression dark and brooding. His crimson eyes scan the faces of the White Fang grunts, searching for any sign of weakness or failure.
"Did you find him?" Adam asks, his voice low and commanding.
A grim-faced grunt steps forward, his voice hesitant. "No, sir. We only found his arm... and that's it."
Adam's grip tightens on his weapon, frustration and disbelief flickering across his features. His mind races with questions, doubts, and a growing sense of unease. Alexander, once a promising ally, is now a betrayer, presumed dead.
"Search the area," Adam orders sharply, his tone cutting through the tension. "Find any trace of him. He couldn't have gone far."
The grunts nod, quickly dispersing to carry out his orders. Adam remains standing, his thoughts consumed by the events of the day and the loss of someone he had underestimated.