Alex stood in the back fountain at Beacon Academy.

Listening to the sounds of nature around him as the sun started to set on the horizon, unleashing a barrage of oranges, pinks, and blues.

Remembering what Pyrrha told him about unlocking one's own Aura, the person had to be at peace with himself, even if it was only for a second. He feared that he would not be able to pull it off, remembering every single negative thing to happen in his life.

Regardless, Alex found a good place to meditate and sat down. He crossed his legs, straightened his back, and waited until the sounds of nature faded from his ears, his back to the setting sun.

Alex concentrated, searching his mind and body for such power. Thinking about it, it wasn't power he sought at all, but simply the possibility of a normal life, now unobtainable by his quest. The virtues of peace and prosperity, now nothing but a misguided delusion in his mind.

Alex started to question his choices. Thinking back to the Fight or Flight Reaction, he realized that he had chosen to run, to escape his oppressors every time, only for them to find him, or for him to find them.

When Alex discovered that the Militia was going to use Die Glocke in their greed fueled conquest, he ran, but not before foiling their plans. When Task Force Crimson found him at Sugarcube Corner, he ran, but not without killing a few before finding Karis.

Alex realized that his previous statements weren't completely true. He had chosen to run, to escape. But he also fought back every time, remembering his mission to steal intel in Canterlot, and Alex's escape to Remnant. And instead of running away from those monsters, he had chosen to stay behind and defend his allies.

That was beside the point, though. Were Alex's multitude of hard decisions wrong?

In the case of the Area 51 invasion, he prevented millions from being enslaved by Silas, giving Winchester a chance to kill him. And in both the Escape from Crimson and the Canterlot Raid, he didn't kill any guards until he was 100% sure they would be fully hostile to him. And forming alliances with Karis and Vanoss' crew weren't all that bad, either. In fact, they were extraordinary strokes of luck. In the short time he knew Karis, she had been honest, dependable, a good soldier who died too soon, Vanoss and the others were okay as well. Their constant puns and other annoying habits had boosted his morale to a significant degree. Kat had also fought for what was right, but not inherently smart, or afraid to leave someone behind, somewhat of a coward, but for all the right reasons. The Kahn Militia had been cruel to their soldiers, only respecting them until they were sure to win, then to be disposed of entirely.

Alex couldn't blame the CIA as a whole for doing this to him, it was all the actions of one agent and his men that had resulted in Alex's ill-fated torture sessions.

He wasn't sure about Sigma, though, it was completely obvious to him that she had used a code name, whether that just the Inquisitor's ranking system, or something else.

Getting his thoughts back on track to finding the key to activate his Aura, he found it had become much easier. His mind less clouded by doubt and self-hatred. What else was holding him back?

He knew now. His parents, his home. That awful day back in Reynold, Oregon had forever changed the course of his life. He was so rage-fueled that he killed two members of the SWAT team, what had angered him more?

The deprivation of a fulfilling life back on Earth. His family had been killed, effectively making Alex an orphan. He had been completely denied his dream of becoming a screenwriter. That drive to make movies of the future better than their first drafts had been obliterated along with his humanity. He found that after spending a month in that damned cell had bent him, but not broken. His drive now was not to change simple stories, but the very world, or worlds, for that matter.

Good, what else?

His own insecurities? He was rather unsure of himself. What to do after a mission, what to do if this happens, what if this person died or that person betrayed him? He couldn't live in constant fear that people would betray him. Karis had said something similar when they first met.

'You can't always expect everyone to betray you. You have to put trust in someone."

She was right. And his paranoid delusion cost him a chance at possibly leading a good life.

He couldn't let that happen again, he wouldn't.

Alex just realized something.

He didn't.

He had told Professor Ozpin, Professor Goodwitch, (which was apparently her name), and Ruby everything. And they would gladly help in case they came here in about a week.

And so would Vanoss and his crew.

And Team RWBY.

And, if Rainbow told the Princess, perhaps they would as well.

Alex searched his mind again. His mind completely clear, all doubts erased. His potential obtainable.

He inhaled deeply, concentrating while he was still at peace.

-Meanwhile-

"Where the hell is Alex?" Vanoss asked.

"I don't know, Evan, he talked to this red-haired girl and he left!" Nogla said.

"Wow. He is one hell of a ladies' man." Wildcat joked.

"Oh, shit." Delirious realized what this meant just then.

"Did you just now reach that same conclusion?" Basically asked, agitated.

"Maybe I did, Marcel!" Delirious retorted.

"Hey, could somebody turn that damn night light off?" Vanoss asked, then he realized.

You can't plug night lights into windows. And the sun had already set.

Vanoss looked outside the window, and saw someone meditating outside.

"Guys, you might want to see this." He said.

"Vanoss, you pervert, don't watch Alex do that shit!" Delirious chided.

"It's not that at all, you creepy bastard, look out the window!" Nogla yelled.

Delirious went to look outside the window. What he saw was not what he expected.

Someone, probably Alex, was sitting outside, meditating, and glowing a bright purple.

"Why the hell is he glowing?!" Wildcat asked.

"I don't know! Get someone over here!" Basically yelled.

Ruby, Weiss, Blake, and Yang ran into their room.

"Did you see that!?" Ruby asked, exited.

"Yeah, what the hell happened?" Vanoss asked.

"It would seem as though your leader unlocked his Aura." Blake said.

"What the hell does that mean? That sounds like code for something!" Wildcat joked again.

"He's able to become a huntsman. He can use the power that laid dormant inside him!" Yang explained.

"So he'll be a badass killing machine?" Delirious asked.

"As if he wasn't already!" Nogla yelled.

"Yes. If he can find his Semblance, learn how to use a weapon, and receive some training. Then yes, he may be able to become a Huntsman." Weiss said.

"He survived in the Emerald Forest, he could very well be one in a matter of weeks!" Ruby came to this realization.

"Holy shit." Delirious sounded impressed.

Alex walked back into the dormitory, his potential released and ready to use. He was met by several students cheering, applauding the fact that he did this himself.

"What's happening?!" Alex was a little nervous, what did he do?

"You unlocked your own Aura without any help!"

"You're the first person to do that in a century!"

"Can I have your autograph?"

"Can everyone quiet down for three seconds?!" Alex yelled, a little miffed at the sudden crowd, despite their congradulatory applause.

"Thank you, now can somebody please explain why this is such a huge deal?" Alex questioned.

"You have unlocked your own Aura alone. This hasn't been done in 71 years, the last person who was able to accomplish this was another dimensional traveler named Colonel Hanz Krieger. Doing so means that your own Aura is twice as strong as anyone else's in this entire school." A voice said behind him.

Alex turned around to find Professor Ozpin standing directly behind him.

"You have more potential, Mr. Walker, but since Aura is your soul being represented in the physical world, without any neutralizer that most students have, your Aura, and, by extension, your semblance, will directly correlate with your emotions. If you so much as get a little angry during a duel, you're abilities may spin out of control." Ozpin warned.

"And if I'm completely enraged?" Alex asked cautiously.

"Then your abilities will be amplified, but unpredictable. I would advise that whenever you duel in a sparring match, keep a sound mind."

"Will do." Alex promised.

Twilight was with her friends in the Testing Chamber, along with Sigma and her remaining Guards and Agent Winchester.

She was afraid for Alex's life, if she let Winchester and Sigma get to Alex, she may as well as have done it herself in the eastern hallway. She had been holding back, looking only for some answers. What she got instead was a moral catastrophe!

"Have you triangulated his location yet, Inquisitor?!" Winchester asked.

"Let me see... Almost got it..." Sigma tried to find his location.

"Twilight shot a spell at the device, completely destroying it without either one noticing.

"Damn! The machine broke as it was telling me where he went!"

"Should have thought of that before you blew it up!" Winchester scolded.

"At least I took a screenshot of it before it broke." Sigma said.

"Then where is he?" Winchester asked.

"Oum Alpha 0-12; Remnant." Sigma said.

"Excellent. I will send my men to rebuild the device." Winchester concluded.

"Looks like I'll be coming home for this one." Sigma said to herself.

Twilight was furious with herself. She failed in preserving what little of Alex's life remained.

"I'll come with once the reconstruction is complete." Twilight informed.

"And why is that?" Sigma asked.

"I have a score to settle." She bluffed.

"Wonderful! We can kill him together." Winchester applauded.

They had fallen for Twilight's lie. From there, she could keep an eye on them, throw them in a loop, and maybe, if the time came, help Alex and end this immediately.

'I hope this works.' She thought.

Author's Notes:

Just out of curiosity, who else would you want to see in the story?