White Sheep

Chapter 5 - A Sheep's Mercy

Okay, so, here's the rest of the initiation chapter. As you can see, it's somewhat too long to have really been paired with the last chapter.

Hope you enjoy.

Beta: College Fool

Cover Art: Kegi Springfield

Chapter 5 – A Sheep's Mercy

"Don't!" Jaune's shout rang out right as the Ursa were about to give chase after their prey. The Grimm froze in place, and some appeared to strain against their natural desire to hunt and kill. He wouldn't allow it, though, not when it was just another student. "Don't chase them. Don't harm any students. Someone's bound to get hurt if you do," he sighed, then after a moment's thought added, "most likely you guys."

Remy hummed in approval in his mind, no doubt glad to see him using his head and not causing any more disasters for once. He hadn't really had the chance to get a good look at the person, but since he'd been surrounded by Grimm and in his transformed state, the chance they'd seen any of his clothing was pretty low. So long as they didn't end up dead, he'd probably be okay.

Still, it wasn't a risk he really wanted to continue. "I'd best change back," he whispered. "Hmm... Ursa – point me in the direction of the closest source of humans."

They sniffed the air and pawed at the ground for a moment, even if the senses they used to hunt humans didn't truly involve either of those. Eventually, however, they pointed toward the mountain itself.

They must mean there's someone on the other side. It couldn't be this side, since he was already beside the mountain's face and would have been able to see them. Either way, that gave him the safety net he needed to transform without being spotted. With a quiet sigh, he slowly released the power he had hold of.

A feminine scream split the air.

The power slammed back into him as he gasped and looked around. Had someone seen him? No... there was no one, but the scream – it sounded like it had come from the mountain itself.

"Someone's in trouble," Remy mumbled, utterly bored.

"We have to help them!"

"What? No, we really don't... Isn't this a test to get rid of the weak? Think about it, if we help them, then we're only enabling them to become hunters and they'll die in the field! Better they die now, right? That's probably the whole point of the test."

The parasite went on and on, but Jaune wouldn't accept it. He was going to be a huntsman and a hero, and the hero never left someone behind to suffer. They wouldn't be heroes if they did. "Hold on!" he called and rushed around the mountain to where he'd heard the noise.

Remy might have let out a long groan, but he'd gotten used to ignoring those years ago.

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Really, as far as Pyrrha was concerned, the whole day had been a complete bust. She should have known it would be, frankly, especially after the horrific events of the launch. Now, she and her new partner were trapped in a pitch-black tunnel, unable to properly see where they were going, but nevertheless fleeing the glowing stinger of some giant Grimm. Also, if she lived and anyone asked, she was going to claim her scream had been from frustration and not panic.

"Pyrrha!" Ruby called in the dark, and she sought to find the girl. A brief flicker of light came from ahead, followed by a painfully dull ray of light from her partner's scroll.

"Good idea," she said, drawing her own and flicking it on. It wasn't much to go by, but it would at least let them see the ground ahead of them. The last thing they needed was to twist an ankle at this stage. "It looked like a Deathstalker."