Old Soul ( RWBY Fanfic with my OC)

Chapter 58

Professor (Doctor!) Bartholomew Oobleck was onto another adventure with his trusty flask in hand and backpack with all needs for survival. There were sightings of grimm in the particular forest, but the way they behaved were much different than the regular attacking and killing of any mere sight of humans. No, some even claimed to have been protected by grimm here. The reports were mostly believed to be false, just another ruse.

" Barty, slow down. Glynda only has substitutes for a couple weeks." Port said to the coffee loving workaholic.

" The more the reason to pick up the pace, Pete!" He responded as he enthusiastically threaded through the forest.

" It's just a rumour, Bartholomew. You only found out after over hearing another huntsman joke about it while half drunk!" He regretted ever agreeing to coming along on this field trip.

" Even if it is a rumour, it's still quite nice to be exploring this lovely forest don't you think? Imagine, barely anyone ever visits due to the number of grimm crawling around. I mean, isn't it exciting to be among the first few people tracking our way through this whole forest teeming with death and hostility?" Port sighed and shook his head.

" Whatever makes you happy." He wouldn't say it aloud but he is a little hurt by Port's disinterest.

" You know...maybe if you don't want to, you could go back." He concidered his friend's discomfort as the forest had more mice than the ones he usually threads in Vale.

" What? Are you sure?" He wouldn't want to abandon him or any of the sort.

" Yes, yes. It's fine, really. Besides, I work better on my own." He flashed a smile before going ahead. Port hesitated but left anyways. He swore he saw a mouse run by earlier and have been itching to get out. He glanced back a bit to make sure Oobleck was alright, only to find that the Doctor had disappeared from sight. He hummed to himself and headed back to the inn to wait for his colleague. The man would be back in five days at most.

He walked for a while, occasionally stopping to look at tracks left by any packs. He followed one of the beowolves that he came across, hoping to track its pack and study any changes in their behaviour. This particular young grimm seems to be behaving normally. He kept his body low, hidden within the greenery of the Mistral forest, as a few more beowolves apperead. He assumed them to be the rest of pack, strangely quite small for a pack but it was as it was. Perhaps it was only a mere fraction of the whole pack, they were young after all. He controlled his breathing as he felt its breath on his neck. Slowly, he turned his body and backed up.

" Oh dear," He said as the whole pack appeared. Well, he was up for a run anyways. He shot down a few grimm as he ran, the black smoke rose to the air as they evaporated with the flames.

He ducked and slid beneath a fallen tree trunk, the grimm's claws missing him by a hair. He kept going as he dodged several branches and trees, earning a few cuts here and there but it quickly healed with his aura. He took a sharp turn to avoid the grimm ahead of him, resulting in his fall off a short cliff. He slid off the walls of the cliff, reminding him of the landing strategy he had to work on when he enrolled into Beacon a few years back. He tumbled a little but landed gradually well as he skidded into a halt. He looked up and caught the red eyes of the grimm watching him, eager to follow. The raced off into another direction to catch him. He needed to move.

Snap.

" Damn it!" He cried out as he stayed on his hands and knees. He hadn't accounted for the bear traps. His right leg was wedged between the two steel jaws, digging through his trousers and flesh. Painting the fabric red. He turned over with a heavy grunt. He needed to get the bloody thing off of him if he wants to live. He rummaged through his backpack for anything useful. Some of his things were lost during the run. He had failed to notice the warm blood dripping from his head until a few drops had fallen onto his sleave. He searched for his scroll but failed to find it among his belongings.

He took deep breaths as he prepared for the worst. As to not attract any grimm, he lodged a stick into his mouth to muffle his cries as he removed the bear trap. It was difficult, trying to ignore the pain as he attempts to disable the trap. He sucked in deep breaths as he tossed the metal aside and spat out the piece of wood between his teeth. He tried to rise but found that he couldn't. He'd lost too much blood by then even when the bleeding had stopped.

" Not, yet." He huffed as he struggled to keep himself awake. His vision became blurred even though he had his glasses on, sounds were fuzzy and he could barely hear himself speak. He almost didn't hear it approaching until it was too close. " No." He muttered barely above a whisper as the young beowolf stood above him. He felt his heart rate increase as the beast inspected him, sniffing at him and looking at his wound. He looked to his left and tried to reach his thermos. A paw placed itself over his arm firmly before he could reach it. He caught it's gaze, almost mesmerised by the violet pupils instead of orange in its red eyes. His vision was mostly a blur, so he dismissed it a trick of the mind. It got off him, thankfully. He tried to reach his weapon again but failed once more as the grimm had started to drag him away. " No..." He reached out and clawed the dirt desperately and weakly. " Please, no...." He was starting to black out as his body felt numb. ' Not like this....'