Hiya! Welcome to chapter 6 of Still Alive. This one would have come sooner but I found this game called EVE and well...yea you get the idea. But anyways its here now and we get to meet Ozpin so thats a plus.


(Chapter start)

Jack Had little idea what to expect from the authorities of this world. It had to have been at least an hour since the two huntsmen (or rather huntsmen and huntress) had brought him here and no one had come to see him, though he had no way of knowing the actual time. Jack's rabbit ears twitched in irritation. He was free to walk around the room and he did appreciate the fact that they hadn't cuffed him to the chair (instead locking the door). However this appreciation didn't last long as Jack had quickly explored the entire room and had nothing else to do but think of an explanation for running originally.

(Jack POV)

You know now that I think about it, running was probably the worst decision I could have made...

Well...what's done is done. I need to focus on how I'm gonna get out of this mess.

A moment after that thought ran through my head the door opened and two people came inside. A man and women. They both looked at me for a moment, though the woman gave me one of those looks that said I wasn't gonna like what happened next.

Not as bad as mom's though...no one could beat that look.

The though of mom alone was rather painful and I was forced to shove it out of my thoughts so I could focus on the two who came in.

The first was a middle aged man, probably in his late thirties. He wore an olive green suit and spectacles. This, along with his mop of grey brown hair gave him the look of a stereotypical professor.

The other was a woman who looked surprisingly young. She had an almost regal look about her. She had bright blonde hair and also wore spectacles. though she chose to wear a rather odd purple and white outfit with frays extending out the back. She seemed more like a supervisor of sorts, especially with the demeanor she currently showed me.

The man sat in the chair on the other side of the desk while the women stood by the door.

"Hello," the man spoke with a reserved voice.

"It is my understanding that some of my students brought you here, am I correct?" He asked.

His students? Does this guy teach combat or something? Suddenly I felt a little more nervous being so close to him. If his students could do all those crazy things then now strong was he?

The man seemed to notice my change in attitude and spoke again.

"No need to panic, I do not intend to harm you. I just need to understand why you chose to pick a fight with students of beacon academy. Forgive me for assuming but you don't seem the fighting type." He explained.

"I'm sorry sir, I wasn't trying to hurt anyone I promise. But those two attacked me thinking I was some sort of criminal."

"And why was that?" He returned.

I hesitated a moment. I had no problem telling them about the man I ran into. It was what came after that had me worried.

"I ran into this guy while I was heading to the shelter. Apparently he was wanted and you student thought I was with him. Long story short he tried to get me to come here and I didn't want that."

That's when the women butted in.

"You do realize how that sounds don't you? Why not go with him to get the problem sorted out?" She asked pointedly.

I was silent for a second.

"I'm guessing you guys looked into my background right?"

The man nodded.

"What did you find?" I asked.

"We are you to discus you actions young man, not to answer your questions!" She raised her voice and I nearly winced.

The man held his hand up and she stopped.

"I believe I know where this is going. You were afraid to be arrested because you knew that it would be extremely suspicious if the government knew nothing about you or your origins. Is this right?"

I nodded, surprised that he had it dead on.

"So now the question now is why is there no record of you?"

And that was the big one I wanted to avoid...

I thought for a moment before deciding that anything I said would look bad.

So I opted for no action at all.

"I'm sorry sir, but you wouldn't believe me if I told you."

The mans eyebrow raised and he leaned forward, crossing his arms on the table to support his weight.

"I've just realized I haven't properly introduced myself. I am professor Ozpin of Beacon Academy." He said.

"Jack sir, Jack Darby. Though the police probably told you that by now (I gave them my name when they brought me in)."

"They did." The man nodded.

"So why exactly would I not believe your story? I've heard many tales, some true, others not."

"I don't think any of those stories are as crazy as mine sir." I stated.

"Try me, you never know what may happen if you don't."

I really didn't want to tell him. Mostly out of fear that I'd be thrown into a nut house. Then again I'm in a different world with different rules.

Maybe I should give it a shot...

...On second though maybe not...

"Sorry sir, but it's something that i would prefer to keep to myself. All I can say is that it probably wont give you much more trouble then it already has." I spoke. Then two said nothing for a moment, probably trying to see if I was lying.

"Do you have anywhere to go young man?" Ozpin finally asked.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. They were going to let me go? I shook my head and he nodded. Though I could have sworn that then woman's face eyebrow narrowed a bit.

"I figured. Here is what I'm going to do. I would like you to come to my school, not to enrole mind you. Rather so you will have a roof over your head and I can properly keep an eye on you."

The woman looked at the professor with a rather odd and angry look but didn't say anything. Though I didn't look long in fear of her attention focusing on me again.

"Well...its not like I can really refuse. When do I leave." I asked. Honestly this had gone MUCH better then I had expected.

"We will be leaving as soon as the transport is ready, if you have anything you want to take with you then then let us know."

I shook my head again and they stood up to leave.

"We will be back in just a moment...and Mr Darby, I do hope you can trust me enough one day to tell me why you are here." He stoood there for a second, waiting for a response that i wouldnt give. Finally they left.

I heaved a big sigh and flopped back in my chair.


Thats all for this one, I had a lot of trouble with the conversation between Ozpin and Jack for this one. At first I had planned for jack to tell him (at least partly) what was going on. I later decided against that. Anyways hopefully I will see you guys next chapter. Bye!

I edited this chapter on November 15th to have a better conversation flow. I also realized that Ozpin and Glynda need to look younger cause this is set before the show.