Lost Father

Mountain Revelation

Y/N POV

I begin my trek through the mountains. Through several hundred yards of snow I make my way to the hotspot. About an hour later I finally reach it. 

Y/N: "I'm here. But there's nothing here. Was this nothing but a trap?"

A loud crack is heard.

Y/N: "Please let that be my stomach."

I look down and groan seeing the ice under me.

Y/N: "Ok, one of two things will happen."

The ice cracks a lot.

Y/N: "Alright one of one things."

The ice finally gives way dropping into a black abyss. 

Y/N: "AAAAAAAAAAH!"

I free fall for several seconds before hitting what's clearly concrete.

Y/N: "Concrete, it just had to be concrete."

I groan getting up. Then after popping my back I look at my surroundings. They're what looks like a stone building.

Y/N: "What the hell?"

I then notice a doorway. Entering it I find myself walking down a massive hallway. I look around and drag my hand on the wall. But that's when I'm hit with a vison. It's a small pov that's walking down this exact hallway. But it looks different. Like it's just been built. I then see a row of kids in front walking in the same direction. The vision finally goes away.

Y/N: "What was that?"

I continue on my way when I come to a hallway with several doors. On the doors is a roman numeral. Pushing that to the side I pick a different hallway. This one leads me to a single door. Going inside I see what's clearly a laboratory. I look at its various equipment.

Y/N: "What is this place?"

I'm suddenly bombarded with another vison. This time it's scientists around the same pov. They're holding tools while the pov screams at the top of their lungs. The vison ceases leaving me slightly out of breath. Not wanting to linger I exit the lab heading in a different direction. After some time I arrive at a door with its letters scratched off. 

Y/N: "This seems important."

I kick the door open. Looking around I see cabinets filled to the brim with papers. I head to the desk which has a giant journal on it. Sitting down I pick it up reading the title.

Y/N: "The Way It Went. Funny name."

I lean back opening the journal. I flip through its pages.

Y/N: "October first, we finally made it to the island. The journey has been long, we lost so many men. But I know that it'll be worth it in the end."

I flip forward a couple months.

Y/N: "December fifth, the recruits have begun the long trial. We lost a few in the journey back home. But what remains shall be tested."

I flip forward again.

Y/N: "March twenty second, we've finally done it. We created the perfect Huntsman. Of all the recruits only fourteen percent are left. The only thing left to do is mold them into fighters."

I lean forward flipping to the last written page.

Y/N: "November tenth, they've finally caught on to what we've been doing. I predict they'll be at our door by the end of the week. Doesn't matter though, everything worked out. We can finally release them. My men have already left leaving me the only one. If I'm going out, I'm going out my way."

I put the journal down. I then reflect on everything I've seen. The numbered doors, the journal and the story inside it. I think hard on what it all means. It then hits me like a semi. These things are all connected.

Y/N: "This place. This is where the Perfection Project took place."

I shoot up from the chair.

Y/N: "Bensley. That means he was there. The day of the project. If he's not the only one around then there's no telling what's to come. I've gotta tell someone about this."

I run to one of the cabinets. Then grabbing as much as I can carry I run out of the building. When I reach where I entered I use my ability to appear top side. From there I place a call which only goes to voicemail.

Y/N: "Ozpin! I found something! I fear that this shit's worse than we previously thought! I'm heading back to Beacon!"

I hang up as the bullhead arrives picking me up.