Author's Note: This is the first story I've done for RWBY, so I hope you enjoy. This is a story about Adam and Blake.. along with what happens during Season 6. IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN SEASON 6 yet don't read this as it has spoilers. This chapter only has a small bit, but the next chapter has a lot of spoilers. If I get details wrong feel free to correct me! I'm still doing all my research on RWBY content.

Disclaimer: Everything pre-written and in the world of RWBY belongs to it's respective creators. I take no credit for anything I have not made myself. This is just a fun story. Enjoy.


That insufferable..! If only things had played out differently at Beacon Academy, or even Haven. He clenched his gloved left hand, his teeth gritting, his eyes narrowing beneath his mask.

He needed to calm down, though, the very air in the chamber had almost began to smolder with ever bristling anger. He inhaled sharply and willed his body to obey, his guards all the while eyeing him with looks of worry and fear.

"Sir." The door opened and in came Hazel, the tall brute's stature stalking in like a high-pride alley cat. "Hazel is here."

"I can see that. Guards, leave." He said from the perch he had taken on Sienna's former throne.

"Have you prepared your forces?"

Adam rested his chin in a palm, leaning to one side of the throne as he stared at his companion. He mused in his head the outcome of Haven.. yet thrust it from his mind. They had won, for the moment, but the war was lost to the 'heroes'. "Yes. We're to move to Atlas to take control of the tower.. or permanently eliminate it."

Hazel heaved a sigh. "Our intel says the children are also making their way to Atlas."

Adam's eyes narrowed once more, his other hand gripping the armrest of the throne. "Leave them to my men. We will not fail this time."

"No." Hazel stated almost loudly. "You will not fail." He turned and walked out the door, closing it behind him, leaving Adam alone for now.

"ARGH!" Adam jumped to his feet and heaved out his favored chokutō sword, Wilt, and sliced the air in a clean streak of red energy. It hit the wall across from him, leaving a deep slash into the black etchings of a mural painted into the wall.

His thoughts immediately turned to the children, his eagerness to end this little farce wedged deep into his anger and time. He wanted to sever all connections Blake had.. to punish her for the blatant disobedience.. and to purge this world of the concept of Faunus playing second class citizen.

"Soon, Blake.. we'll end this struggle." A cruel smirk filtered onto his face.