A/N: I'm taking a break my other story to write this one, cause I felt like doing something more…..violent, and I felt like writing from an antagonists point of view. Anyways, this starts as an AU to S2E4
[Mitch's POV]
I stand behind a big red curtain, waiting to be revealed to the White Fang as their tool, as their weapon…..as their savior. I can hear Roman talking on the other side. God do I hate that smug fuck. I want to kill him, boil his still flowing blood, choke him with his own god awful vocal chords. But for now I have to wait. For now I have to bide my time until I can take control.
[Blake's POV]
I'm standing in the crowd, grimm mask covering my face. Behind me, I can sense how nervous Sun is, but I'm not so much worried about that as I am about what's behind the big red curtain. Torchwick is going on about how he is perfect for the job of destroying government, and the White Fang is eating it up. It makes me sad to see this once peaceful organization of freedom fighters reduced to anarchistic murderers.
"And now," Roman says, "I have the solution! The ultimate weapon! An archangel! The last of his kind! I present MItchell Day!"
The curtain falls, and behind it stands a man, no, a boy. He can't be more than 17. He's wearing simple skate shoes and jeans. On his upper body he wears a long, dark trench coat that pools on the ground around him like a cape. His hair falls in messy strands below his shoulders, and his eyes are a shade of yellow that seem to pierce through the darkness.
In a fluid movement, he shrugs the trench coat off, exposing his bare chest. He has a muscular build and tattoos cover his chest and arms. I can tell the crowd is angry about the titles that Roman threw around about someone who appears to be human. But that's when he spreads his wings. His wings are black, like those of a raven's, with a span of at least 20 feet from end to end.
[Mitch's POV]
The crowd, while confused, is cheering at me, the last known bird faunus with wings rather than a beak or talons. And I stand before the crowd, looming over each of them, expressionless. And I know that they need to see more. They need to see power. They need to see strength. And so my skin bursts into flames, covering my body in flames that cannot hurt me. I give a cocky smirk through the flames around my face, and the crowd absolutely loses it.
In the crowd, I see two, however, who seem to be scared, seem to be nervous, and by all signs, appear as though they are about to leave. Of course, just to my expectations, the monkey and the cat create a smokescreen to mask their escape. It's a shame for them that my eyes can see through the smoke without a problem. So, with a small nod from Roman, I douse my flames, and I pursue my prey.
[Blake's POV]
Fuck. The display of power shown by the boy on the stage can only serve to motivate the White Fang, and I have zero intentions of finding out if those flames burn me more than they burn him. Sun and I race through the streets, and I can hear the flapping sound of wings behind me. Double fuck.
Sending a text to the rest the team, I turn a corner, attempting to get onto the highway, where we can cut him off, hopefully trap him below the elevated streets. Approaching the highway, I jump on top of a car, and begin running from car to car in an attempt to get there faster and throw my winged predator off of my tail.
Fortunately, I can see Weiss up ahead.
[Weiss's POV]
I can see Sun and Blake running down the highway. Obviously, their search resulted in trouble, as otherwise they would not have a winged man chasing them down a highway. I raise my sword and put a glyph in the air, with the man falls right into. The glyph changes the direction of his kinetic energy, and throws him to the side and off of the highway, down to where Ruby and Yang are.
[Yang's POV]
Never thought I'd see a winged man fall from the sky. Yet there he was, a winged faunus man falling from the side of the highway. I get into a stance, and as he falls, I grab him by the wing and fling him into one of the support beams of the highway. But he only seems angrier. His wing bent at an odd angle, it seems as though he is not in pain, but rather that he is only more sure of our demise. His face breaks into what seems to be a taunting smirk.
[Mitch's POV]
I smirk tauntingly, mostly to intimidate the four girls standing before me. Fear and intimidation are two of the best assets in a fight. A frightened opponent can't fight as well as a brave one. I sense the white one behind me, and I roll out of the way just as a beam of cold flies past where I had been. Pain shoots up my damaged wing, but I can ignore that. Pain and anger fan the flames of my power. The beam of cold that I had dodged appears to have frozen the yellow one. Perfect.
The red one rushes me with a scythe, but it doesn't take much effort to throw her off into a pillar. Her reckless fighting style is but a tool for me to exploit. To my left I can hear the yellow one thawing out.
"Hey buddy!" she yells, charging at me as ice melts off of her, "I BURN!"
But I catch her fist. I burst the air around me into flames to strike fear into her heart.
"No, foolish child," I growl, "I burn."
And like that I set her aflame before tossing her into the cat girl who I was chasing earlier. If I had the time, I would gut them all, make a bonfire out of their lifeless corpses. Make them an example of all who stand in my way. But alas, I can hear the sound of Torchwick's airships nearing me.
"Well, ladies," I croon mockingly, "it seems this is where we part ways."
And like that I'm on the ship. I watch in amusement as the white one stabs and shatters the mirror image of me that Neo had created on the ground. I would enjoy fighting them again, but at the same time, I reason that they could easily be used for my purposes. The White Fang may want respect, but what I want is fear. What I want is power. And no one, not Torchwick, not Cinder, not the White Fang, and certainly not those pitiful huntresses in training can stand in my way.