Paint and Flame (RWBY X Male Conduit Reader)

Feed the Need

Second week of my camp starts tomorrow. I'm tired and writing a chapter for two stories so this may be a little shorter than normal. I no longer have time to write the chapter of When Titans Fall.

     It was an eerie silent night in Vale. Not many people were moving around at this time. Of course, for one person, the silence was filled with the sounds of a spray paint can. In a back alley in some insignificant part of the city, a (h/c) male was finishing his 'art' on the wall of some store called From Dust 'Till Dawn. The current project was a rabbit with an 'x' for either eye and a spear going through the heart. The smirk on his face was that of a teenager with mischievous intentions, which, for the 16 year old boy, really wasn't far off from the truth. 

     (Y/N) had lived in Vale on his own since he had escaped to it after the fall of Mountain Glenn, his home, when he was nine. In fact, he was the one who warned the people of Vale of what had happened. The city had grown curious as to why all radio chatter from the kingdom's extension had gone dark, and all subway schedules had read 'out of order'. All questions were answered when the crying nine year old emerged from the tunnel covered in filth and tattered clothes. Following his arrival, the tunnels were sealed off almost immediately. Of course he had conveniently left out the fact that he was no a conduit. Even at his age, he knew that telling anyone would result in him going to the DUP prison for the rest of his life. 

     Speaking of, the DUP had strengthened control in all kingdoms on Remnant, Vale included. This meant that the homeless child could not use his powers at all. It certainly wasn't easy, but the boy had learned how to pickpocket his way into the homeless high life, which, as of now, was how he still lived. It wasn't the ideal life style, but he had no where else to go. He sure as hell didn't want to go to an orphanage. Even in his teenage state, he still wanted to help people. The memories of his parents haunted him nearly every day. As it was, however, he could not apply to Beacon. Though the (e/c) boy wanted to become a huntsman, his time in Vale had showed him how hated the conduits truly were.  

     Finally finishing the graffiti, (Y/N) smirked before turning as he started walking out of the alley. He never got all the way there, however, as someone smashed through the left front window. Peaking around the corner, (Y/N) saw a girl, maybe a year or so younger than him, standing up on top of the body of a surprisingly well dressed thug. What took the male by surprise, was the giant red scythe deploying in her hands. Holy shit, he thought. His shock only increased when she twirled it around herself like it was weightless, before planting the tip into the ground. She smirked before pressing a button on a pair of headphones she held in her right hand. 

     "Ok." A voice came from inside the store, one (Y/N) easily recognized as the infamous Roman Torchwick. He grunted in annoyance, not wanting to deal with him again. "Get her." He gestured in frustration. When all the suited men rushed the girl, the (h/c) haired boy sighed to himself, but ended up smiling, happy he had something to do.

     As the suited thugs rushed the girl, you came from the alley, unfurling you chain. Setting your eye on the closest, you swung the chain at the man's neck, wrapping it around and choking him. With him immobilized, you whipped the chain, causing it to whip the thug in the back of the neck, temporarily cutting off blood flow and knocking him out. 

     With one down, you pressed a button on the link nearest to your index finger and watched as the chain straightened out into a spear. New configuration in hand, you lobbed the spear at another thug and impaled his arm, and then proceeded to grab the weapon and drop kick the criminal away into the street. By that time, they were all looking at you in all your glory. You wore a (f/c) hoodie, unzipped withed the sleeves rolled up to your elbows. The only design was a star like shape that resembled a bird on each side, before splitting up at the top an becoming the head of either bird, the left in blue and right in red. Roman gave you a angry look, to which you simply smirked at. "Kill him!" He yelled, pointing at you.