"Where am I?" I groan, "Everything hurts" I move my arm to find it's tied down, my legs too. "Help, someone Help!" I scream panicking. "Where am I? Who am I?" Scrambling I try to break the bonds that hold my limbs in place. "Help!" My eyes start to tear up, I'm terrified. "I'll do anything just let me go!" Someone opens a door in a corner of the dark room, my eyes aren't closed it's just impossibly dark. "We know who you are. So cut the act!" A harsh voice, snarls from beside my bed, "Who are you? Who am I?" I start to cry.

"Don't cry. You don't deserve to cry. After all you've done, you have the audacity to feel sorry for yourself!" The voice is clearly angered and starts to shuffle in the dark. I look in their direction confused, "What did I do? I haven't done anything wrong!" I yell back at the voice. He slams a fist into my stomach and I pause before choking and coughing. "Back away from the child" an overwhelming voice orders, floodlights illuminate the room blinding me and the man. "I said back away!" The authoritarian voice commands again. And the other man steps back from my bed, information begins to cover my field of view. System reboot appears in the centre of my view. Status fearful, name Y/N, memory loss, memory recovery-failure. Designated AI-FRANK-operational. "Where are we? Why is it so cold?" The overwhelming voice questions the man, "You're in Beacon academy." The man answers.

"Beacon, it's a school. That trains hunters and huntresses. What is a Grimm?" I sit bewildered as everything the voice learns, I learn. "It's a monster with no soul." A new female voice speaks, "Female designation...pending. Designation Pyrrha Nikos. Memory bank, partial restoration." Suddenly a horde of memories come rushing back to me, all revolving around this woman. "P-Pyrrha" I stutter through the returning memories "Why are they doing this to me? I haven't done anything wrong!" I break down in tears again, frustrated from the lack of memories. "You killed a lot of people Y/N. They call you the Red Assassin." She looks to the ground in...shame? Or is that moroseness? "Designation...pending. Red Assassin not found. Memory bank restoration-failure." Pyrrha looks up at me, I notice the bandage around her stomach and back. "Wh-what ha-happened t-to you?" The memories have stopped and I can now clearly remember my childhood, years spent with Pyrrha until the memories end after I joined the Atlas military. "Y-you did Y/N" She looks as if she's going to cry.

"Ironwood. As you can see, the boy remembers nothing of the crimes he has committed. You can't punish someone for a crime they didn't commit." A new person walks into the room and addresses the first man. "Designation...pending. Ironwood, General of the Atlas army Memory bank, partial restoration" A swarm of new memories pesters my mind as I remember experiments, hundreds maybe even thousands, conducted by the general himself. "Get him away from me!" I shout trying to move the bed away from him. Suddenly I am teleported to the corner of the room furthest away from him. I huddle in the foetal position rocking back and forth. "Designation...pending. Designation Professor Ozpin. Memories not found." I glance up at the people in front of me, Ironwood stuck in a frozen sprint towards me. Pyrrha in a stiff sob and Ozpin sliding his glasses up his nose. "Biogas secretion ready." Time unfreezes and a thick green smog clouds the room, quickly I hear two bodies hit the ground and I wait for the third but it never comes. "Y/N" The cloud begins to clear revealing Ozpin untouched by the gas and a sleeping Ironwood and Pyrrha, "You have great opportunity here at Beacon, I know about your past and frankly I don't care as long as you commit yourself to change. If you choose to run I will not blame you but Ironwood will hunt you for the rest of your life. I can hide you from him, here at Beacon where he will never think to look. The choice is yours to make." He starts to leave the room, I get up and run after him into the hallways of Beacon and the start of my life or my downfall.

Author's Notes - I know this chapter is shorter then my normal 1000 words but I wrote it straight after the other so cut me some slack, after all the support on this story I felt like I had to end my night on this before heading to sleep as I'm forever grateful to those who support me on these stories. Zenith out...