The Cursed Heart and The Hopeful Light: Ruby Rose x Male Human(RWBY)

My Life is Hell

I'm cursed. There's no other rhyme or reason to explain my life, I am cursed. My name is Halcyon Marigold, a name my parents found synonymous with hope, but my life has been hell since my semblance emerged. My semblance, plague is a more accurate term. I'm basically a Grimm magnet, because my semblance attracts them. All my life I've been on the move, traveling to evade all the Grimm. Now I know what you're thinking, with a name like that I must be a fairly cheery guy, but you would be dead wrong. I'm a sadistic asshole, who distances himself from everyone, if you were to stereotype me, I'd be the quiet kid in the back of the class, just without the mass murder implications. At the age of 18, I was requested to become a huntsman at Beacon, and I left them to pursue that life. I left them in a much safer situation with me gone as well. It was then I realized, my semblance won't help anyone. I have no control over it, and all it does is attract Grimm to me. I sat against a building holding my weapon in my hand, a lever action ten-gauge shotgun. My father gave it to me as a present when I was six, and due to its design, I nicknamed it, Old '87. There was nothing special about it, no conversion that turned it into a melee weapon, it was just a shotgun that I could put dust rounds through. I only ever used fire dust, mostly symbolically as I always brought destruction where I went, so I may as well watch everything burn while I'm at it. As I sat against the building, I would slowly work the action,  ejecting and chambering the same shell over and over again.

"Why would the gods curse me this way? Why do I have to live in a constant state of death bringing with no control?" I asked myself in my mind.

A single Grimm Beowolf walked towards me from the surrounding forest. As it got closer, I closed the action on Old '87, taking aim at the Grimm. I pulled the trigger, sending a column of lead set ablaze through its head, turning it to dust instantly. As I watched the embers and dust fly away with the wind, I looked up at the shattered moon.

"Do they just want me to suffer? Am I here just to bring destruction?"

I twirled a regular gunpowder shotgun shell in my hand, the action of my gun still open. A group of Grimm Beowolves walked out of the forest, walking towards me.

"Im tired of being called 'the Harbinger of Grimm',"

The monstrous beasts all stopped a few meters from me, and just stood there, staring. I dropped the shotgun shell in the chamber of my shotgun.

"All the pain, and destruction I've wrought on everyone,"

The Grimm stood there, not moving, only watching. I closed the lever on Old '87.

"All the pain inside, I'm tired of feeling it,"

The Grimm never moved an inch, as if they were telling me to just get it over with.

"I don't want to hurt anyone else, I'm tired of it all,"

I held my gun skyward, the business end blocked by my chin.

"Mom, Dad? I'm sorry I couldn't be the hope you wanted me to be. I'm sorry I can't say goodbye to you in person. I'm sorry I made your lives hell for so long... I hope you know, my last thought is of you guys, and my last breath is in your honor,"

I wrapped my finger over the trigger, and closed my eyes, taking one last, slow breath...

A gunshot rings through the air, but it didn't come from Old '87. I opened my eyes and brought my gun away from my head as a Beowolf in front of me turned to dust. Several more shots ring out, before a red blur of rose petals eviscerated the rest of the Grimm.
As the Grimm faded away, a girl with a red hood stood in their stead, holding a massive scythe. I stood up, the chain link scabbard on my back clanking around, as I looked on at the girl with her back to me. She turned around to look at me and I could feel my face heat up from the sight of her.

"Hey, are you alright?" Asked the girl.

I couldn't say anything, mesmerized by her, and drawing some confusion from her with my silence. Her hair was jet black with red highlights, but the most striking detail was her eyes.

"Um, hello?" Asked the girl.

"Y-you have silver eyes," is the first thing I said to her.

"Oh, yeah. That's usually the first thing people notice about me," said the girl. "My name's Ruby, what's yours?"

"Halcyon," I said, hesitantly.

"Are you headed to Beacon, Halcyon?" Asked Ruby.

"Yeah, I was just stopping for the night," I partially lied.

"Well then maybe we could head to Beacon together?" Asked Ruby.

"Yeah, we can head off in the morning," I said hesitantly.

The buildings nearby were all abandoned, so finding a place to sleep wasn't hard. As Ruby walked into the building behind me, I ejected the shell in Old '87, catching it in air. I rolled the shell in my hand, focusing on the writing I had put on the side of it, specifically my name. I put the shell in my pocket and walked into the building with Ruby, hoping my semblance wouldn't result in her being hurt. Hope. It's been a while since I've had hope. It better fucking last this time.