No longer RWBY: Metal gear rising. Rewrite

Interlude: Noah

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The blood pounded in his ear. His heart thudded in his chest. His hands shook. His feet tingled. His vision was disfigured as if he were looking through a fisheye lens. He had to get up. He couldnt stay on the ground any longer. He couldnt stop looking at it. There was so much risk at staying where he was, laying on the ground in potentially something clutches. He couldnt move. 

His eyes had snapped over, his whole body covered in a cold sweat, shaking, heart pounding, trying to pick himself up. Paramount in the horror of where he is. 

It felt like ages as he slowly moved his legs, Shivering, he started to rub his head and eyes trying to fully awaken. Slowly stumbling around as he picked himself up, not sure what to do. 

The sun shone brightly through the leaves, the droplets of water attempting to wash away the vestiges of horror. Attempting to leave him to relieve for a walk. 

???:" No-"

He weakly told to himself, attempting to fumble his way. Only to trip to the floor, feeling the dirt get pushed away as he crashed into the ground. Catching himself with his hands, pushing the dirt forward in front of him.

The man in question stood under a tree, leaning his shoulder into it. Feeling his hands slowly rise, he felt it touch his right cheek remembering the injury he had stained beforehand, suddenly gone.

???:" No no-"

Pushing himself off the tree, he soon tripped on a root, falling face flat into the first.

Raising his head, he started to pant as he claws his way through the dirt with his right arm covered in black coloring. A tear flowed down his cheek as a panicked expression was adopted by the man.

???:" This- This cant be- This can't be happening-"

Slowly pushing himself off his knee, he started to go forward almost stumbling. 

???:" I- I need to go- I need to go back- Send- Send me- No- I dont want to- I dont want to be here-"

His breath son elongated as he quickly paced his absorption of air. Clutching his chest with his left arm as a cloth clutched his palm. Breathing started to get difficult as if he ran a marathon.

???:" I don't want to be here-!"

He partially screamed, letting out a screech of pain as his whole body did a deep dive onto a tree.

He started to remind himself of the pain he had gone through, the unimaginable pain and suffering. It all was so vile, and he treaded the act of staying here.

He pushed himself off the tree with his left hand, pushing himself to another as more tears started to run down his face. His sockets turned red as veins appeared behind his pupils. Continuing to move forward until he found himself in front of a rushing lake. Stumbling and falling right in front of it, crawling forward as he stares at his reflection.

???:" N-No no- T-this cant- This can't be"

He continued to stare at his reflection, seeing a man he didn't recognize—a man with elongated hair, and his eyes a different coloring from before. 

It reminded him of his old face, but everything didn't seem to be the same one bit. it all seemed different, there was something different. it was different.

Clawing at his face, he felt his nails pierce through his skin as he attempted to rip it clean off. Feeling his fingers tear through his dry sky, something had cut him off from his face as he zipped away his fingers.

A noise of metal clanging and locking with each other was heard in the front and below his face. Correlating his hand below his hand, staring right down at his reflection from the water. 

Grabbing onto the plated metal that stroked itself in front of his face, pulling and tugging until the plates were suddenly forced away. Shooting away as it flung itself into the air, landing deep into the water.

Trying to remember what happened before he had woken up, he felt his tongue feel brash against his mouth. Raising his right arm, the jet black colored hand. And forced it into the ground, causing some dirt to rise from the earth. Springing in all directions.

He could not feel any trace of life around it in all the shrubbery. Only feeling the cold wind that soared through his face as he stood up hearing a growl from behind.

He closed his eyes as the river beside only rushed with a log floating down, mud drenched into his fist which tightened as the black figure approached him from behind.

A streak of red was all that appeared when the body of said figure suddenly disappeared, and the man was nowhere to be found only leaving his engravings from his footsteps. As a crashing noise could be heard around, people screaming were overturned.

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