The alcoholic man's last sight was his village's protector, in a crimson red hood, stabbing her curved blade into his abdomen. He felt as the blade explored and devoured his insides gradually with every movement it took. The large piece of metal began to have it's mouth painted with his juices due to it's owner's orders of her hands. The same hands that touched his body as if it was searching desperately for treasure.

The metal's vulnerable yet dangerous state had him drawn in a trance for a moment as his life started to fade into the air with every grasp merged into it. Soon, his interest was taken by his hero, who had her boot now bathed in him and his friends' fluids.

He looked at her in total shock, disturbed by what he had found in a matter of three minutes. The teenager stared down at him as if he was a ant, holding a expression of satisfaction. Teeth consumed by a polished shade of white and peculiar silver eyes stood out from a dark face showered in blood. A feminine chest filled with life rose without a pattern, and a dim light floating above her head deliberately, served to make her lips and orbs more fitted for a monster.

It was unearthly, the fallen human told himself. How could such a heroic and caring woman do such a act made for a psychopath? How could he have fallen for her actions? And how could he let her get away with this?

He recalled that him and his pals were in a club that night, drinking their hearts away and dancing with complete strangers that made them feel milieu. At least more then their wives, girlfriends, sluts, and prostitutes. It was also weird that many citizens around Remnant threw 'facts' on that men were total whores. Yet no one could have the guts to tell their friends that women were even worse.

If anything, they were the reason why they turned into these club party monsters that preyed on sex and drugs. Most importantly sex. It was why they grinned on multiple bitches in the building, letting their junk brush onto someone's trunk. Smiles would become contagious, due to the flashing cameras on them, they became more attractive. So because of this they could have anyone they wanted in their turbid vision line. Even the person who saved their lives.

They soon found the female, sitting in the club, sipping on what looked like a clear liquid. Water? Vodka? Gin? Rum? It wasn't figured out. But it didn't matter either. The man and his friend only worried about if they would score a chick or leave without being relieved of their newly developed boners.

The four of them had a conversation after a smoothly given question as to who she was. The girl started to talk in such a intoxicating voice that begged them to take her away. So, after a few flirts here and there along with the feel of each other's bottom body structure, they headed to the nearest hotel recklessly in his torn up car.

There, was when the fun things started to escalate. The hero took no second to drop her garments onto the floor and let the men look at her physically made masterpiece.

A masterpiece that ordered them to grab the poor girl and throw her on top of the perfectly made bed. The man and his friends then praised their possession by letting their lips kiss up and down her body like a magnificent goddess. Their hands slid up her bosom, down her thighs and to her temple, only to explore more down her firm legs. Her moans of pleasure filled the air of the room without warning with every tongue, lip, and finger given to her. She was given the best treatment there was. She was helping them really get in touch with their wild side...

So why did she do this? What was the point of her decapitating his best friend and letting his head tumble down the floor like a soccer ball? Why did she slice his other companion in half like a butcher to a dead chicken's head? Why did she have to bath his hotel in a pool of blood? He knew he would never get the answers to these questions. Hell, if he was lucky enough, he would get the answers he deserved. But he wasn't. He was only hopeful enough to get a blade.

As his life began to leave him more and more, he watched the redhead bent down to his level and whispered demonically, "Next time you pick up a girl from the club, make sure it isn't someone who has you on their hit list... Oh wait, you can't. Because you're already dead."

With that being said, the redhead watched the man's last seconds alive unfold before her. His eyes started to water out of total fear and shock. His hands lost their ability to move along with his chest that was unnoticeable from his blood. And soon, before the girl knew it, his eyes stared into her soul. A still body she had created from the pain delivered from her baby had stood before her now... Her job was done. And luckily, she wasn't punished for it. For now, that is.

And so, the redhead left the scene as if nothing had happen. The next day, the room service found the man and his friends brutally murdered with the girl nowhere to be found. The man was under the name Tukson, a twenty seven year old, hanging out with his fellow faunus friends after a night of arguing with his girlfriend. As the female off the scenes, her name was never established. And neither was her appearance. All they knew was that certainly, this wasn't the act of their protector. Which was right. Instead, this was a act of someone closer to her. Her family member, and child from her ex husband,

Ruby Rose...

Ruby Rose
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