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Chapter One: Happy Birthday!
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, you look like a monkey, and you smell like one too!" a collection of ten party guests sang in unison.
"Gee! I wonder why?!" Parker, a monkey, replied sarcastically. "Whoever came up with that was totally prejudiced against monkeys. Tell me I'm wrong."
"No. You're right" said his loving, and amazingly awesome, girlfriend Kenzie said and gave him a birthday kiss. "Don't worry about it. I'm sure there's a song out there for us skunks too."
Parker inhaled a slice of birthday cake and nodded. "Well, this cake makes up for it. You must have gotten this from Benny's Bakery." He looked over at his girlfriend who smiled bashfully.
"Actually, I baked it myself."
Parker shook his head. "There's no way. This is professional quality cake."
Kenzie was a little hurt by this, and so she whipped her tail around and walked away, pouting. Parker did not pay this any mind and instead cut himself another slice of cake. However, a s
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Less Than Stellar Exit (RWBY: Ghosts)
This fanfic series by Meka6 follows the adventures of four rogues in pursuit of a common goal: rediscovery. The main protagonist is Kyla Marx, the only daughter of a publically disgraced family, and the plot expands upon the world of Remnant-both in Vale and beyond the kingdom's gates.​
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Team MODE (RWBY: Ghosts)
This fanfic series by Meka6 follows the adventures of four rogues in pursuit of a common goal: rediscovery. The main protagonist is Kyla Marx, the only daughter of a publically disgraced family, and the plot expands upon the world of Remnant-both in Vale and beyond the kingdom's gates.
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The Grimmz in Vacuo (RWBY: Ghosts)
This fanfic series by Meka6 follows the adventures of four rogues in pursuit of a common goal: rediscovery. The main protagonist is Kyla Marx, the only daughter of a publically disgraced family, and the plot expands upon the world of Remnant-both in Vale and beyond the kingdom's gates.
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RWBY

GHOSTS

Written and illustrated by Meka6

Team MODE (RWBY: Ghosts) by PyroDroid101



INTRODUCTION

 

                Names get passed around like a virus in Remnant, but the invariable truth to every name is that none of them matter when held in opposition to the core of human nature. As a species, we strive to create and preserve our vision of an ideal world, and if an obstacle is placed between us and that end, we refer to the understanding that action must be taken against that obstacle.

                But what if it's our friend or neighbour that keeps us from our goals? Are we to strike them down as if they were any other man? Or are we to abandon the creation of our ideal world?

                This is the conundrum of the Marx family, both past and present.

 


CHAPTER 1

Is This Supposed to Be Better? 

    A lonely soul stood in front of a mirror in her brother’s apartment, studying her attire as if her surname still entitled her to any amount of refinement among Vale’s social circles. Every so often she would play with the jet-black hair draping over her shoulders and growl menacingly at the hats she placed on her head.

    “This is so stupid,” she said with a heavy sigh, taking one of the hats off her head and throwing it against the living room window. This caused two, pointy black ears to pop up on her head. Running a finger along one of them, she groaned, which in turn revealed a set of fangs ejecting from her gums. “Why does it have to be so obvious?”

    She tried on a black hat and, to her dismay, the apartment door opened. “Thought you bloodsuckers only came out at night?” the girl’s brother teased as he walked in and back-handed the hat off of her head.

    “Not funny, Ajay.”

  RWBY: Ghosts / Chapter One - Scene A by PyroDroid101

    “Hey, you know you look like a bloodsucker when you hide the ears, Kyla,” the brother pointed out and picked up a pink hat. “Seriously?” he asked as if he couldn’t believe she would allow herself to be seen in such a colour.

    Kyla eyed him, warning him with a death glare. “Notice how I’m not wearing it.”

    Ajay tossed the hat over his shoulder and picked up a backpack. “Got everything you need? We’ll be at the rally all day.”

    “Do I seriously have to go?” Kyla protested, stomping her foot.

    “Yeah, you seriously do,” Ajay replied, eyes drilling into hers. “This is important. If we don’t stand up for ourselves, then the Faunus won’t get the recognition we need. You should care, sis.”

    “Criminy out loud, I know! I just don’t feel like being around hundreds of people.”

    “No, you’d rather go to the arcade and fight little pink and orange ghosts than fight for your future,” Ajay said pointedly, and then tossed her a backpack.

    Kyla scoffed. “You know, you used to like going to the arcade too, but it's like all you care about is going to every Faunus rights demo you can find. Why are you so obsessed with this?”

    “Maybe I want to fight oppression? Can’t fault me for that.”

    “No, but it's obvious that’s not why we’re heading down there. Look, whatever you’re looking for at these rallies, that’s your business, but I can’t help but think we can find it somewhere less…crazy.”

    Ajay rolled his eyes and grabbed a water bottle off of the window ceil. “If you’re done psycho-analyzing me, we really should be going.”

    She put the backpack on, and then put on the black hat Ajay had knocked off her head. “Ready when you are,” Kyla replied, brows lowered in frustration.

     

    +++

    Location: Faunus Civil Rights Demonstration

    Twenty minutes later.

               

                Noise pollution filled the air like the roar of a badlands tornado. Getting out of a taxi cab and approaching the area around which the masses were concentrated, Kyla spotted a poster pinned to a pole, which read:

                “This Saturday: Faunus Civil Rights Demonstration. Bring your friends. Help change lives.”

                She pulled her hat down over her eyes and studied the asphalt as they walked while Ajay unwittingly crossed in front of a human street vendor.

                “Get your corndogs, the best in Vale! Only one per customer, thank you,” the vendor exclaimed over the shouting crowds.

                Kyla watched her brother’s face turn bright red and noticed the horns on his head were aimed at the stand. Before she could do anything to stop him, Ajay was on his way over to the vendor’s location.

                “Here we go,” Kyla thought to herself and rushed after him.

                “Hey there. Want a corndog?” the vendor asked with a friendly smile.

                “Who do you think you are? You can’t sell animal meat at a Faunus Rights demonstration. What’s wrong with you?” Ajay went off. “Do humans just have no sense whatsoever?”

                “Hold on a second brother, relax. It’s not animal meat. These are vegetarian corn dogs,” the vendor explained, eyes wide. He then pointed to a sign attached to the side of the tent:

                “Veggie Dogs: the tasty alternative.”

                Kyla accepted a dog from the vendor and broke off the top, revealing the green stuffing within and showed her brother. “Maybe you should think before you speak? This is the second person you’ve accused of being a racist in the past twenty-four hours, and the last guy was still in diapers. These demos are making people like you way too paranoid.” She took a bite out of the dog and the look of bliss on her face was enough to ease Ajay’s wrath.

                “Sorry, I guess I should pay more attention,” he said, letting his cheeks flush red with embarrassment. “Guess I’m just on edge. I’m really hoping this rally goes well.”

                Just then, a megaphone whined like a Nevermore throughout the plaza as several large white vehicles rolled onto the scene. Several people started cheering and applauding while others seemed to be leaving the area.

                “Is it…really them?” Ajay asked and travelled towards the crowd to get a better look at what was going on. “Finally; this is my chance!”

                “Your time is up! This isn’t a debate; this is a demand. Give us equality, or pay the price!” a man yelled through the megaphone and more white vans approached from the inner city.

                Kyla followed after Ajay with haste but he had disappeared. “Criminy out loud…where did he go?” she thought frantically as she scanned the crowd. “Yeah, that’s cool. Just leave me out here alone.”

                “You’ve underestimated the Faunus for too long! If we have to prove ourselves, we will!” the man shouted with a burning hatred in his voice.

                That was when Kyla noticed something was very wrong. Instead of cheering, people were whispering. Panicked looks and worried faces rose a hundred red flags in Kyla’s head. The threats over the megaphone continued and, through the crowd, she spotted police coming onto the scene.

                “This is bad,” Kyla thought and began working her way back the way she came. “We need to leave. Where did he go?”

                She was answered by the sound of a heart-stopping, ground-shattering “Ka-Boom!”

                The crowd dispersed in every direction following the explosion and red smoke billowed in the direction of the Hall of Representatives from burning dust crystals. Kyla quickly found herself consumed by the panicked crowd and recoiled from several men and women pushing their way past her.

                “It’s the White Fang!” a woman called out.

                “That cop just killed a guy!” a man exclaimed.

                Two people turned in one direction simultaneously and were instantly blown back several feet. Kyla gasped as a Vale riot officer spotted her and pulled his gun into firing position. She screamed, throwing her hands up in meaningless defence, and as luck would have it, Ajay rushed in and delivered a devastating blow to the officer’s head, knocking him out.

                “Kyla,” he said, checking her over. “Are you okay?”

                “Ajay, those psychopaths are here.”

                “I know! Go home, I’ll meet up with you there,” Ajay replied and turned back around.

                “What? Where are you going?” his sister screamed.

                “There’s something I have to do,” he replied ominously and met the bodies of three more panicked Faunus. Two more riot officers approached Kyla from behind and Ajay looked back in horror, unable to make his way back. “Get out of there!”

                She bulleted past the officers, just narrowly escaping their grasp, and sprinted through the horde of protestors. Kyla used what little muscle she had to force her way back in the direction of the veggie dog vendor, but stopped dead in her tracks as the crowd divided to reveal a riot officer savagely beating a Faunus with his nightstick.

                Every cell in her body told her to keep running, but the injustice of what she was seeing was more than she could bear to allow, and so Kyla dashed forward and shoulder-charged the officer off the Faunus. His victim crawled away, and now the six-foot marauder in full body armour was back on his feet, standing in front of Kyla, and thirsting for her blood.

                He ran forward like a juggernaut, ready to pulverise Kyla into dust, but there was a second to think, and a second was all she needed to activate her semblance.

Kyla's Semblance by PyroDroid101

                Kyla threw out her hands once again and grabbed the officer’s exposed arms. A bright, cyan light shined from her eyes, and then shined through her opponent’s. Then, her body disappeared inside of the officer’s and she looked down at her new set of hands.

    “Okay jerk. I’m taking us both out of here” she said through the officer’s mouth, bulldozing her way through to the sidewalk. She reached the veggie dog stand and her heart jumped at the sight of fire blowing out of the back of the tent.

    “I hope he made it out,” she uttered. Flashing lights and the sound of police sirens blaring in the distance drew her attention and Kyla began barreling through the crowd to get to them. “I’m possessing a cop, so the riot police won’t think twice when I jack one of their cars and drive off,” she reasoned.

    Kyla reached the source of the flashing lights and darted towards one of the squad cars, but was suddenly interrupted by another officer, who whipped in front of her with his gun out. “What do you think you’re doing?” he demanded to know. “You’re supposed to be on crowd control.”

                “I have Lymborosis…of the brain. It’s pretty severe, so I’ve gotta get out of here, or I might keel over,” Kyla replied and had to refrain from kicking herself for such a stupid answer. Her hands began to shake and she could feel her grip on her host’s body beginning to slip. “Can’t hold onto this body for much longer. If this guy keeps stalling me, my semblance will wear off and I’ll have to take that car in my regular form,” Kyla thought to herself.

                The officer stared at who he had thought was his colleague. “What’s your badge number?” the confronting officer demanded.

                Kyla felt her eyes widen as she shifted uncomfortably in her host. “Uh, twenty-forty-eight.”

                The officer nodded very slowly. “Alright, stay there. I’m going to go look you up in the system,” he announced and marched away.

                Kyla watched him walk away for a second, threw her host’s bloody baton into the passenger seat of the squad car, and felt the last of her semblance’s fortitude slip away. “Officer Twenty-forty-eight’s eyes flashed one last time before Kyla found herself ejected onto the asphalt. She recoiled from her impact with the ground and quickly jumped towards the squad car.

                The rampant cop stumbled around for a moment, now fighting vertigo instead of innocent people, and noticed her attempting to hotwire the vehicle.

                “Get out of that car!” he boomed through his mental haze.

                Kyla slammed the door shut, locked it, and finished the hotwire just in time to see her host pull out his gun and take aim at the window. Her body went into auto-pilot, and her foot crashed against the gas pedal, sending the car bulleting down the street and taking her out of his iron sights. Still in shock of what all had just transpired, Kyla made a deliberate effort to still her quaking knees and looked in the rear-view mirror at the chaos she was leaving behind.

 

+++

Location: Ajay’s Apartment

Sixteen minutes and thirty-three seconds later.

 

                Kyla sat down at the kitchen table, making a consistent effort to still her shaking knees, and flipped on the kitchen’s holographic television screen to the news. A tear ran down her cheek as images of cops and Faunus attacking each other ran in a grotesque slideshow and Kyla turned the feed off.

                “I left him there. How can I be this stupid? Ajay can’t survive out there on his own,” she told herself and ran her hand across her scalp. “Not again. I can’t end up alone again. I’ve gotta go back and-“ she started but her voice broke in response to the sound of the apartment door slowly opening. Kyla ducked under the kitchen table and covered her mouth to quiet her breathing while floorboards creaked under pressure in the living room.

                Still clutching her bloody police baton from the rally, Kyla braced herself for a fight, when the familiar voice of her brother caused her to drop her state of alert. “Sis? You here?” Ajay called out softly.

                Exiting cover, Kyla embraced her brother and hugged him like it had been a reunion ten years in the making. “Listen, I don’t want you to worry, but you need to leave. Now,” her brother explained.

                “Why?” Kyla responded, struggling to comprehend what was happening. “Where did you go at the rally? Ajay, what is going on with you?”

                “The White Fang is on their way here, and I’m going to join up with them. I spoke to one of their lieutenants at the rally. Some guy with a cane. I forget his name, but he’s making all the preparations for my enlistment.”

                “What?” Kyla asked, eyes as wide as planets. “That’s where you went? You want to join up with an army of criminals? Ajay, you’ve lost it!”

                Her brother shook his head. “I’m not doing this for fun, Kyla, I’m doing this to rebuild our family’s reputation. We used to live like royalty, and now look at us, stuck in a cramped apartment and praying that no one will recognise us on the streets. I’m sick of living like this.”

                “Ajay, joining the White Fang isn’t going to change anything. I’d love to go back to Signal Academy without getting shamed by everyone, but turning ourselves into glorified terrorists isn’t the way to make that happen. You have to call it off; tell that guy you met that you’ve changed your mind!”

                “I can’t do that, and besides, you’re wrong. Once I make a name for myself and start rising through their ranks, people will start respecting our family again and you can go back to Signal.”

                Kyla shook her head. “This is insane. You’re going to get yourself killed, or arrested, or worse.”

                He nodded. “It's not going to be an easy life, but it’s the best way to rebuild our reputation. While I’m away, I want you to stay at the old house. Do you remember how to get there?” Kyla nodded and he took a hammer out of the kitchen drawer. “Good. Go there. Take your missileball gear with you,” he ordered, smashed open a picture frame in the living room with the hammer, and tucked the embedded photograph in his pocket. “You’re going to need it when you go back to school and start playing sports again.”

    Kyla ran to her room and changed. She threw off her shoes, exchanging them for her athletic, metal-plated boots, and slipped a pair of metal-plated gloves with magnetic grips onto her hands. Following this, she returned to the kitchen for her nightstick and backpack.

                Ajay came over with a scroll and handed it to her. “Here. I’ll call you as soon as I can. Until then, keep a low profile.” He took the black cap off her head and put his warm hand on her cold cheek. “Kyla, please, trust me.”

                Feeling ultimately helpless, Kyla walked into the living room and Ajay spoke up. “You can’t use the door. Go out the window.”

                “Are you kidding me? Criminy out loud! Don’t you see how this is a terrible idea?” his sister rebuked but took another death glare to the face.

                “The White Fang recruits young, and I don’t want them to see you. This life I’m starting…it's too dangerous for you. So do as your told, sis. Go out the window.”

                Loud banging on the door spawned butterflies in Kyla’s stomach. “Is that them?” she asked.

                Ajay wrapped his arms around her and Kyla found herself being forcibly pulled over to the open window. “Run, little sister,” he said. “I promise we’ll see each other again, very soon.”

                “Ajay…don’t do this…”

Less Than Stellar Exit (RWBY: Ghosts) by PyroDroid101

    With a swift kick to her back, she was sent flying out the window and entered a free-fall from the eleventh floor of their apartment building. Instinctively grasping the fire escape mid-decent, the magnetic grips of her gloves activated and stopped her would-be bone crushing impact with the ground. Dropping down from the escape, she looked back up at the window and saw Ajay looking down at her with a loving smile on his face, just before being pulled away from the window by persons unknown.

    Feeling unbearably crushed by her brother’s decision, Kyla took off down the sidewalk with panicked thoughts running through her head and tears falling faster than her feet could hit the ground.

Kyla's Semblance
This fanfic series by Meka6 follows the adventures of four rogues in pursuit of a common goal: rediscovery. The main protagonist is Kyla Marx, the only daughter of a publically disgraced family, and the plot expands upon the world of Remnant-both in Vale and beyond the kingdom's gates.
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RWBY

GHOSTS

Written and illustrated by Meka6

Team MODE (RWBY: Ghosts) by PyroDroid101



INTRODUCTION

 

                Names get passed around like a virus in Remnant, but the invariable truth to every name is that none of them matter when held in opposition to the core of human nature. As a species, we strive to create and preserve our vision of an ideal world, and if an obstacle is placed between us and that end, we refer to the understanding that action must be taken against that obstacle.

                But what if it's our friend or neighbour that keeps us from our goals? Are we to strike them down as if they were any other man? Or are we to abandon the creation of our ideal world?

                This is the conundrum of the Marx family, both past and present.

 


CHAPTER 1

Is This Supposed to Be Better? 

    A lonely soul stood in front of a mirror in her brother’s apartment, studying her attire as if her surname still entitled her to any amount of refinement among Vale’s social circles. Every so often she would play with the jet-black hair draping over her shoulders and growl menacingly at the hats she placed on her head.

    “This is so stupid,” she said with a heavy sigh, taking one of the hats off her head and throwing it against the living room window. This caused two, pointy black ears to pop up on her head. Running a finger along one of them, she groaned, which in turn revealed a set of fangs ejecting from her gums. “Why does it have to be so obvious?”

    She tried on a black hat and, to her dismay, the apartment door opened. “Thought you bloodsuckers only came out at night?” the girl’s brother teased as he walked in and back-handed the hat off of her head.

    “Not funny, Ajay.”

  RWBY: Ghosts / Chapter One - Scene A by PyroDroid101

    “Hey, you know you look like a bloodsucker when you hide the ears, Kyla,” the brother pointed out and picked up a pink hat. “Seriously?” he asked as if he couldn’t believe she would allow herself to be seen in such a colour.

    Kyla eyed him, warning him with a death glare. “Notice how I’m not wearing it.”

    Ajay tossed the hat over his shoulder and picked up a backpack. “Got everything you need? We’ll be at the rally all day.”

    “Do I seriously have to go?” Kyla protested, stomping her foot.

    “Yeah, you seriously do,” Ajay replied, eyes drilling into hers. “This is important. If we don’t stand up for ourselves, then the Faunus won’t get the recognition we need. You should care, sis.”

    “Criminy out loud, I know! I just don’t feel like being around hundreds of people.”

    “No, you’d rather go to the arcade and fight little pink and orange ghosts than fight for your future,” Ajay said pointedly, and then tossed her a backpack.

    Kyla scoffed. “You know, you used to like going to the arcade too, but it's like all you care about is going to every Faunus rights demo you can find. Why are you so obsessed with this?”

    “Maybe I want to fight oppression? Can’t fault me for that.”

    “No, but it's obvious that’s not why we’re heading down there. Look, whatever you’re looking for at these rallies, that’s your business, but I can’t help but think we can find it somewhere less…crazy.”

    Ajay rolled his eyes and grabbed a water bottle off of the window ceil. “If you’re done psycho-analyzing me, we really should be going.”

    She put the backpack on, and then put on the black hat Ajay had knocked off her head. “Ready when you are,” Kyla replied, brows lowered in frustration.

     

    +++

    Location: Faunus Civil Rights Demonstration

    Twenty minutes later.

               

                Noise pollution filled the air like the roar of a badlands tornado. Getting out of a taxi cab and approaching the area around which the masses were concentrated, Kyla spotted a poster pinned to a pole, which read:

                “This Saturday: Faunus Civil Rights Demonstration. Bring your friends. Help change lives.”

                She pulled her hat down over her eyes and studied the asphalt as they walked while Ajay unwittingly crossed in front of a human street vendor.

                “Get your corndogs, the best in Vale! Only one per customer, thank you,” the vendor exclaimed over the shouting crowds.

                Kyla watched her brother’s face turn bright red and noticed the horns on his head were aimed at the stand. Before she could do anything to stop him, Ajay was on his way over to the vendor’s location.

                “Here we go,” Kyla thought to herself and rushed after him.

                “Hey there. Want a corndog?” the vendor asked with a friendly smile.

                “Who do you think you are? You can’t sell animal meat at a Faunus Rights demonstration. What’s wrong with you?” Ajay went off. “Do humans just have no sense whatsoever?”

                “Hold on a second brother, relax. It’s not animal meat. These are vegetarian corn dogs,” the vendor explained, eyes wide. He then pointed to a sign attached to the side of the tent:

                “Veggie Dogs: the tasty alternative.”

                Kyla accepted a dog from the vendor and broke off the top, revealing the green stuffing within and showed her brother. “Maybe you should think before you speak? This is the second person you’ve accused of being a racist in the past twenty-four hours, and the last guy was still in diapers. These demos are making people like you way too paranoid.” She took a bite out of the dog and the look of bliss on her face was enough to ease Ajay’s wrath.

                “Sorry, I guess I should pay more attention,” he said, letting his cheeks flush red with embarrassment. “Guess I’m just on edge. I’m really hoping this rally goes well.”

                Just then, a megaphone whined like a Nevermore throughout the plaza as several large white vehicles rolled onto the scene. Several people started cheering and applauding while others seemed to be leaving the area.

                “Is it…really them?” Ajay asked and travelled towards the crowd to get a better look at what was going on. “Finally; this is my chance!”

                “Your time is up! This isn’t a debate; this is a demand. Give us equality, or pay the price!” a man yelled through the megaphone and more white vans approached from the inner city.

                Kyla followed after Ajay with haste but he had disappeared. “Criminy out loud…where did he go?” she thought frantically as she scanned the crowd. “Yeah, that’s cool. Just leave me out here alone.”

                “You’ve underestimated the Faunus for too long! If we have to prove ourselves, we will!” the man shouted with a burning hatred in his voice.

                That was when Kyla noticed something was very wrong. Instead of cheering, people were whispering. Panicked looks and worried faces rose a hundred red flags in Kyla’s head. The threats over the megaphone continued and, through the crowd, she spotted police coming onto the scene.

                “This is bad,” Kyla thought and began working her way back the way she came. “We need to leave. Where did he go?”

                She was answered by the sound of a heart-stopping, ground-shattering “Ka-Boom!”

                The crowd dispersed in every direction following the explosion and red smoke billowed in the direction of the Hall of Representatives from burning dust crystals. Kyla quickly found herself consumed by the panicked crowd and recoiled from several men and women pushing their way past her.

                “It’s the White Fang!” a woman called out.

                “That cop just killed a guy!” a man exclaimed.

                Two people turned in one direction simultaneously and were instantly blown back several feet. Kyla gasped as a Vale riot officer spotted her and pulled his gun into firing position. She screamed, throwing her hands up in meaningless defence, and as luck would have it, Ajay rushed in and delivered a devastating blow to the officer’s head, knocking him out.

                “Kyla,” he said, checking her over. “Are you okay?”

                “Ajay, those psychopaths are here.”

                “I know! Go home, I’ll meet up with you there,” Ajay replied and turned back around.

                “What? Where are you going?” his sister screamed.

                “There’s something I have to do,” he replied ominously and met the bodies of three more panicked Faunus. Two more riot officers approached Kyla from behind and Ajay looked back in horror, unable to make his way back. “Get out of there!”

                She bulleted past the officers, just narrowly escaping their grasp, and sprinted through the horde of protestors. Kyla used what little muscle she had to force her way back in the direction of the veggie dog vendor, but stopped dead in her tracks as the crowd divided to reveal a riot officer savagely beating a Faunus with his nightstick.

                Every cell in her body told her to keep running, but the injustice of what she was seeing was more than she could bear to allow, and so Kyla dashed forward and shoulder-charged the officer off the Faunus. His victim crawled away, and now the six-foot marauder in full body armour was back on his feet, standing in front of Kyla, and thirsting for her blood.

                He ran forward like a juggernaut, ready to pulverise Kyla into dust, but there was a second to think, and a second was all she needed to activate her semblance.

Kyla's Semblance by PyroDroid101

                Kyla threw out her hands once again and grabbed the officer’s exposed arms. A bright, cyan light shined from her eyes, and then shined through her opponent’s. Then, her body disappeared inside of the officer’s and she looked down at her new set of hands.

    “Okay jerk. I’m taking us both out of here” she said through the officer’s mouth, bulldozing her way through to the sidewalk. She reached the veggie dog stand and her heart jumped at the sight of fire blowing out of the back of the tent.

    “I hope he made it out,” she uttered. Flashing lights and the sound of police sirens blaring in the distance drew her attention and Kyla began barreling through the crowd to get to them. “I’m possessing a cop, so the riot police won’t think twice when I jack one of their cars and drive off,” she reasoned.

    Kyla reached the source of the flashing lights and darted towards one of the squad cars, but was suddenly interrupted by another officer, who whipped in front of her with his gun out. “What do you think you’re doing?” he demanded to know. “You’re supposed to be on crowd control.”

                “I have Lymborosis…of the brain. It’s pretty severe, so I’ve gotta get out of here, or I might keel over,” Kyla replied and had to refrain from kicking herself for such a stupid answer. Her hands began to shake and she could feel her grip on her host’s body beginning to slip. “Can’t hold onto this body for much longer. If this guy keeps stalling me, my semblance will wear off and I’ll have to take that car in my regular form,” Kyla thought to herself.

                The officer stared at who he had thought was his colleague. “What’s your badge number?” the confronting officer demanded.

                Kyla felt her eyes widen as she shifted uncomfortably in her host. “Uh, twenty-forty-eight.”

                The officer nodded very slowly. “Alright, stay there. I’m going to go look you up in the system,” he announced and marched away.

                Kyla watched him walk away for a second, threw her host’s bloody baton into the passenger seat of the squad car, and felt the last of her semblance’s fortitude slip away. “Officer Twenty-forty-eight’s eyes flashed one last time before Kyla found herself ejected onto the asphalt. She recoiled from her impact with the ground and quickly jumped towards the squad car.

                The rampant cop stumbled around for a moment, now fighting vertigo instead of innocent people, and noticed her attempting to hotwire the vehicle.

                “Get out of that car!” he boomed through his mental haze.

                Kyla slammed the door shut, locked it, and finished the hotwire just in time to see her host pull out his gun and take aim at the window. Her body went into auto-pilot, and her foot crashed against the gas pedal, sending the car bulleting down the street and taking her out of his iron sights. Still in shock of what all had just transpired, Kyla made a deliberate effort to still her quaking knees and looked in the rear-view mirror at the chaos she was leaving behind.

 

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Location: Ajay’s Apartment

Sixteen minutes and thirty-three seconds later.

 

                Kyla sat down at the kitchen table, making a consistent effort to still her shaking knees, and flipped on the kitchen’s holographic television screen to the news. A tear ran down her cheek as images of cops and Faunus attacking each other ran in a grotesque slideshow and Kyla turned the feed off.

                “I left him there. How can I be this stupid? Ajay can’t survive out there on his own,” she told herself and ran her hand across her scalp. “Not again. I can’t end up alone again. I’ve gotta go back and-“ she started but her voice broke in response to the sound of the apartment door slowly opening. Kyla ducked under the kitchen table and covered her mouth to quiet her breathing while floorboards creaked under pressure in the living room.

                Still clutching her bloody police baton from the rally, Kyla braced herself for a fight, when the familiar voice of her brother caused her to drop her state of alert. “Sis? You here?” Ajay called out softly.

                Exiting cover, Kyla embraced her brother and hugged him like it had been a reunion ten years in the making. “Listen, I don’t want you to worry, but you need to leave. Now,” her brother explained.

                “Why?” Kyla responded, struggling to comprehend what was happening. “Where did you go at the rally? Ajay, what is going on with you?”

                “The White Fang is on their way here, and I’m going to join up with them. I spoke to one of their lieutenants at the rally. Some guy with a cane. I forget his name, but he’s making all the preparations for my enlistment.”

                “What?” Kyla asked, eyes as wide as planets. “That’s where you went? You want to join up with an army of criminals? Ajay, you’ve lost it!”

                Her brother shook his head. “I’m not doing this for fun, Kyla, I’m doing this to rebuild our family’s reputation. We used to live like royalty, and now look at us, stuck in a cramped apartment and praying that no one will recognise us on the streets. I’m sick of living like this.”

                “Ajay, joining the White Fang isn’t going to change anything. I’d love to go back to Signal Academy without getting shamed by everyone, but turning ourselves into glorified terrorists isn’t the way to make that happen. You have to call it off; tell that guy you met that you’ve changed your mind!”

                “I can’t do that, and besides, you’re wrong. Once I make a name for myself and start rising through their ranks, people will start respecting our family again and you can go back to Signal.”

                Kyla shook her head. “This is insane. You’re going to get yourself killed, or arrested, or worse.”

                He nodded. “It's not going to be an easy life, but it’s the best way to rebuild our reputation. While I’m away, I want you to stay at the old house. Do you remember how to get there?” Kyla nodded and he took a hammer out of the kitchen drawer. “Good. Go there. Take your missileball gear with you,” he ordered, smashed open a picture frame in the living room with the hammer, and tucked the embedded photograph in his pocket. “You’re going to need it when you go back to school and start playing sports again.”

    Kyla ran to her room and changed. She threw off her shoes, exchanging them for her athletic, metal-plated boots, and slipped a pair of metal-plated gloves with magnetic grips onto her hands. Following this, she returned to the kitchen for her nightstick and backpack.

                Ajay came over with a scroll and handed it to her. “Here. I’ll call you as soon as I can. Until then, keep a low profile.” He took the black cap off her head and put his warm hand on her cold cheek. “Kyla, please, trust me.”

                Feeling ultimately helpless, Kyla walked into the living room and Ajay spoke up. “You can’t use the door. Go out the window.”

                “Are you kidding me? Criminy out loud! Don’t you see how this is a terrible idea?” his sister rebuked but took another death glare to the face.

                “The White Fang recruits young, and I don’t want them to see you. This life I’m starting…it's too dangerous for you. So do as your told, sis. Go out the window.”

                Loud banging on the door spawned butterflies in Kyla’s stomach. “Is that them?” she asked.

                Ajay wrapped his arms around her and Kyla found herself being forcibly pulled over to the open window. “Run, little sister,” he said. “I promise we’ll see each other again, very soon.”

                “Ajay…don’t do this…”

Less Than Stellar Exit (RWBY: Ghosts) by PyroDroid101

    With a swift kick to her back, she was sent flying out the window and entered a free-fall from the eleventh floor of their apartment building. Instinctively grasping the fire escape mid-decent, the magnetic grips of her gloves activated and stopped her would-be bone crushing impact with the ground. Dropping down from the escape, she looked back up at the window and saw Ajay looking down at her with a loving smile on his face, just before being pulled away from the window by persons unknown.

    Feeling unbearably crushed by her brother’s decision, Kyla took off down the sidewalk with panicked thoughts running through her head and tears falling faster than her feet could hit the ground.

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