Well, there was bunch of errors in chapter 3 I notice since I didn't pay attention while I was at school. Lost the documents for 1 and 2 as I can't rewrite the errors or improve of my previous chapters when I look back at it now…but chapter 4 will probably be much worse when I'm not paying attention to detail.

Well chapter 3 is fix…well, mostly fix.

So yeah…time for Bolverk to do some shit.

Chapter 4: Shitty classes and the Crashers

[Kary]

Opening my eyes. I look around to see I'm in this weird void thing of some sort with total black-wait a second…WHAT THE HELL?!

Being more specific of where the hell I am at. I'm pretty much straight up confuse of how I got here in the first place while I was sleeping with my little cat ears away? Now I mentioned it, where the heck are my cat ears or my tail are at? They're not attached to my body anymore!

Do I have to really prove it to you? Well, turning around back to my spine. I don't see my wiggling appendage anywhere in sight and when I touched the tip the of my head; I can't feel my fuzzy fucking kawaii cat ears anymore.

Well that sucks. I don't have that Weeaboo animal appearance anymore.

So being miserable as hell that I'm not a furry cat lady anymore, like who wouldn't? I heard something mysteriously purring behind my back and sounded like…me? Well things seems to be escalating quickly here.

Turning to the direction of the purring noise that again, strangely sounded like me…I keep following that sassy purr for a few straight minutes. I stopped of my tracks when I spotted the source. A small figure playing among the darkness afar from my distance.

Curious of what it is that's wiggling far away. I continue walk towards the source as I got a good look of what it is and it's…a cat thing?

This semi-furry figure I'm seeing has white hair which is coincidentally a bulb-cut style just like mine, when that dipshit edgy werewolf decided to cut my hair for me.

Moving on before I get into a hair style tantrum. She has brown colored cat ears attached to her skull, a sharp looking cat tail that looks like it can kill someone with it...like literally, and wearing a rather skimpy, revealing outfit with only a green turtle neck covering her chest, cut pants that kind of like and looks like underwear that's covering her private parts, and a…familiar looking choker bell that I suddenly wore when I woke up in the forest in the first place?

…What?

As I keep observing her, I saw she has plenty of white scars snitches on her brown, milky skin while she's lying down on the non-existing floor and playing her…decapitated head in the air?

Okay, that's sounds really déjà vu of what I did back in the forest and why does she feels so freaking familiar to me!?

To the right of her, four elusive figures appeared in front of me…their entire bodies are covered in shroud darkness, blurred, indescribable, their faces are completely blank. But what I can only tell from them that they all have long hair, watching the cat play with her own head, having a sense of benevolence from them which their very souls radiating out with such fierce force…that their very essence calls out to me from their mere presence of my sight.

For some reason, it gives me this season flavor of seeing those four….most importantly, the spring fever flavor.

Stepping closer towards them, the cat creature then stopped playing with her decapitated head, where her head landed on the dark floor. When she about to bend over and pick up the head. She notices me and then she stares at me.

I stared at her back…

Then she stared at me back…

For a couple of seconds of awkwardly staring at each other, we simultaneously shouted at each other as we mimic each other.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!" Just like that, she luridly sounded like me and I don't like it! Oddly, the mysterious figures remain silent of our actions…just staring at us with unnatural force within them.

When I about to ask anymore question of whom the hell she is or the elusive figures that's near me. Something rang in my ears.

*BEEP!*

*BEEP!*

*BEEP!*

[Reality]

Grudgingly opening my eyes as the obnoxious beeping interrupted my odd, nonsensical, and elusive dream I had that felt outrageously retarded. I lifted myself up to see we're in this white dorm room…oh yeah; I remember we sort of accepted to be 'eligible' students here in this random ass academy when this old geezer made forged documents for us to keep us in the dark from the public officials…that sounds totally legal to me.

I wonder why the hell Omega agreed with this old geezer name Ozpin of his whatever deal he's planning for us. Somehow, it felt very out of character for him to willingly accept his offer to enter this school without any hesitation. Beside, we can take care of our own crap, not his.

Whatever his decisions are. He's the leader. No questions ask.

Feeling something twitching atop of my head and something sticking into my butt crack, I look down to see I have my animal appendages after all!

Not in a really good mood of being happy n' shit that they're real. Being awake so early really pisses me off, my tail lazily hang between my legs and my ears flopped down on my hair as it's too tired to pick itself up.

Heard someone bitching to my left that sounds all too familiar, I saw Xero angrily pushes the alarm clock on the floor and starting to grumble in his sleep as he's always like that. Being the worst early person than the rest of us.

The beds we choose…well, I took the far right corner, Askad got a bed that's next to me, Xero got the left, and Omega took the farthest left in the corner.

Yet, I still felt like shit and tired as hell.

"Fucking alarms, why do we even invent them in the first place?" Hearing him whining over the alarm clock like an autistic brat, I made a snappy comeback.

"Because of daylight saving bullshit and we wouldn't be late as hell for class?" Wanting to laugh of that joke I made but I'm not exactly in a good mood right now to fuck around since I'm not an early bird like him. Just hope he doesn't bitch in our every class sessions or I'll have a migraine from Xero's constant nagging!

For Askad and Omega sleeping habits…well, Omega still has his Master Chief Attitude as he's always get up first in the morning and drilling us to death…for Askad…he's Askad. What do you suspect? Sleep? Hell no he doesn't!

For Xero and me…we're in the same boat of not wanting to wake up so early and we aren't ideally happy about it. But Xero, oh man he's the worst to deal with.

Even though I don't mind waking up so early when I was an android. But, receiving this new fleshy body when I woke up makes me feel miserable and now I starting to understand why humans hate Mondays.

Now I mention it, I still wear my chocker bell around my neck while I was sleeping and showering. I feel oddly…afraid from removing this mysterious thing that's suddenly attached to my neck when I first woke up here and I don't know why?

Thinking about it, I forget that Omega was berating us.

"Okay Xero and Kary. I know you guys aren't exactly happy about waking up this very early in the morning, but this is a daily routine. So suck it up and go take a shower to rejuvenate your energy." Yeah, yeah dad, just don't complain about it.

[Omega]

Seeing Kary and Xero slowly getting up from their beds and aren't exactly the ideal early birds as we are. I memorized the schedule of our classes from Mr. Ozpin yesterday and we're currently having a class on Grimm in our first period with this Mr. Port character teaching us, weapon modification class later on which Askad would probably have a field day on that class, then dueling later with the other students to 'sharpen' our combat skills. Predicting that Xero wouldn't enjoy it since he has a hot temper and gets aggressively agitated if someone decided to pick him to be their sparring partner…it'll result very badly for the person that picked Xero. As he doesn't sparring, only he sees a victim in real combat.

As each of us took turns on using the shower. Each of us went to the drawer to pick up our new, dress code uniforms.

The uniforms we received, out of Mr. Ozpin's altruistic 'generosity.' Are these so called 'Atlas' uniforms. As I noticed that our old shirts are in utter ruins when we remove our intact Cervical armor. It's not pretty to look at.

With rips and tears to do the intense fighting with Kary-08, where her indestructible nature almost killed us. The battle also ruined our old shirts and pants from the apocalyptic like battle we faced. So now in the present moment, we're force to wear these tight school uniforms including Askad and Kary as they don't have anything to wear normal here. So we might as well go to a local retail shop and get some fresh pair of clothing than these blasted suits that's squeezing me to death.

As we awkwardly got dress in these very tight outfits that doesn't match to our body size. I shifted my head to Xero, seeing he's wearing his outfit very loose and messy, giving him the rebel look. Kary, who's still tired and isn't amuse of being awake to get in her dress, and Askad…just being Askad as he's always a perfectionist and giving out a professional look all the time.

When I mention about Kary, I feel something is off about her though, she didn't remove that bell thing that's hanging around her neck for an entire day as she change her clothing, slept, took a shower while she didn't remove that bell thing that hung around her neck. Like her life is depended on that strange chocker she wore.

Strange indeed for her…is it something to do with her new state she's in and suddenly appeared around her neck when we first saw her?

Knowing my team is ready for the day, I turn the knob and left our room…we're pretty early in the morning as I hear some of our peers snoring within their dorms and the time we set is about 7:30 AM. Otherwise, we're awake early than the rest.

Oddly, I heard some ruckus happening inside of team RWBY's dorm room as I hear them shuffling and banging on their roof ceiling when we pass by them.

After we exited the Academy's co-dormitory, Xero is still being classy and complained of the time we choose.

"Jesus Christ Omega, why the fuck did you set the alarm clock at 7:30 AM? I'm tired as hell here!" It's called being ready Xero, you never know if our operation is starting a tad bit early or our foes attacking while we're heavily asleep. That's the worst case scenario we'll probably have.

"It's called being prepared Xero; our assignment might start at a very early schedule and staying focus if someone attacking us while in our sleep." Giving him my rationalized statement, Xero simply growls under his breath and mutters "Readiness my ass."

Ignoring him, knowing too well he's always like that. We keep walking on the wide open campus to see the dawn night sky above us.

Not having enough time to be flattered by nature, we kept on walking on campus ground as we almost reach to the entrance of the main school building…till' I notice a figure that's standing to my left and that's far away from us.

Curious, I look more closely, precisely. He's wearing a white lab coat, has a black grown beard and black shades that's covering between his eyes…where I saw red light illuminating under those tinted black glasses. In addition, he has many snitches painted all over him.

Hmmm…who is this person, a staff or a stranger-?

"Yo' Omega, what's the hold up?"

Before I can observe him any further, Xero rudely interrupted my thoughts when he got very impatient from stopping to our destination.

Turning back to the anonymous figure I previously saw, the stranger was gone from my sight when I turn back. Like it vanish out of thin air?

Oddly enough, for a moment…I thought I was seeing red static covering my eyes.

"Er, never mind Xero, I believe I'm just seeing things here. Let's keep going." Rationally replying back to our Psychotic Ninja, I pretended that I never saw this stranger before and keep it as a secret to myself until of what I saw is confirmed.

Seeing Xero skeptically staring at me of my doubtful excuse for a brief moment, but he later shrugs it off and not in a good mood to care of why I'm stopping or what I'm seeing. As he only cares for the classes to be over already.

"Fine, be that way you fucking wanker. So move your ass! We don't have all day here!" Hearing Xero cursing to himself, I just ignore him and continue on walking of finding our classes.

After a few walks within the main school building, where we going to learn combat of how to take on a creature of Grimm. We finally reach our destination to Mr. Port's classroom.

Looking up to see the entrance, in front of me are two solid twin door-frames carved in humongous oak timber, giving it a vibe of professionalism and prestige within its old corridors…I think.

Odd…being this young again and going back to school is sort of foreign to me since we're trained soldiers, ready to kill, not students ready to learn something new.

And I have a feeling that this teacher is rather…narcissistic? Hindsight perhaps, who knows?

Opening the twin doors, I see rows of tables going in a downward slope curve. In the very bottom from the stairs, I saw a middle age, portly like man writing something on the chalk board, where I saw him fiercely scribbling all sorts of tactics and theories of how to face Grimm in combat.

Mr. Port I presume?

Producing fake coughing noises to get his attention to us. He jolted a bit in surprise as he didn't suspect someone to come here so soon.

"Who's there-oh, Omega, I didn't suspect you and your team would be coming to my class so early in the morning here." Nodded to him respectfully, he seems impressed of my eagerness…excluding Xero that is. As his eyes darted towards the slightly obese man venomously, giving me an impression that he's starting to hate Mr. Portman by his very presence.

"I wish he didn't." Which prove my point, Xero isn't too fond of being thought by someone, whereas he tiredly mutters to himself.

Angry that he's being taught down by someone else he doesn't know, Xero is ferociously independent, other words, he doesn't like others when someone is telling him what to do or he should do.

"We're always prepared Mr. Peter Port. My team and I take assignments very seriously. We're ready when a mission appeared for us and we will immediately call to it." Giving him my short statement of what we do here and how we function. It's better to do this fast before Xero can make a scene here that would embarrassed us even more. Like calling him fat ass or lard dick head, something in that line of work from Xero's creative imagination.

"Well Omega Ichor, you look like a perfect student in my line of work. You remind me of myself when I was a young lad and doing adventurous work with my old teammates like you, doing honorable, heroic acts for the sake of mankind itself!"…I wish you were right about us.

Unfortunately, it isn't like that. We broke some eggs here n' there, but doing for the good…that wouldn't match our description from our shady black operations we're assigned to.

For Heroic though…I doubt we can achieve that since the four of us...well, we aren't qualified or not having that mindset mentality to be altruistic as we take things very personally.

"I appreciated of what you said Mr. Port but we came here to study, nothing more than honing our combat potential." Reassuring to Mr. Port of what we're here for, Sir Peter pouts joyfully of my assertiveness.

"You might do well in my honorable class my young pupil. Combat is another virtue for being a Hunter and you my young lad, look like the best candidate for this class? Like when I was a young lad once that-

[Xero]

"Blah, blah, blah-"

OH MY FUCKING GOD! Does this fat ass ever shut up?! Fucking Bollocks, when he starts complimenting Omega about his good behavior, he then later starts being a complete, head on, fucking narcissistic dickhead as he's shitting out and rambling about of how fucking good his childhood is, doing his autistic adventures and the rest just plain full on, straight up bullshit.

By looking at him, he looks so fucking incompetent and fucking retarded by just looking at him!

"blah, blah-"

"WOULD YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY AND CAN WE BE FUCKING BE SEATED NOW!?" Trying to form up a nice request for this inept geezer fat fucker…this was the only nice request I can think of.

Seeing Mr. Fat Ass is now scowling at me with his squinty ass eyes penetrating through my soul. I was about to make a rhetoric statement of how fucking stupid his face looks and how fucking fat he is!

Until Omega intervened, that's what happened!

[Omega]

"Xero, just please…restrain yourself. Sorry about that Professor Port. He has…temperament issues." Only to hear Xero's hissing at me when I said that. "It's best we be seated before any of these nuisances happen here." God damn it Xero! We're about to have a nice reputation up here but you just ruined it for all of us.

Wanting to resist the urge to sigh from Xero's eccentric antics that he always pulls off whenever we met a stranger or a person. Xero has…trust issues when comes to others. If Xero continues of this bullshit, Mr. Port would probably give us the wrong impression about us to do Xero's aggressive personality, I just wish he just stop already.

"It seems the best my young pupil. You better keep an eye on him before anymore unnecessary consequences will uphold upon your team." I hope that's true…

As we all walk towards our assign seats that Mr. Port directed us to. We set on our wooden chairs and our hands on the table…expect for Kary as she places her white knee-socks covered legs instead of bare hands on the table which sort of ticked Mr. Port off in a really bad way since this is like a college class. Class plus put legs on the table, equals juvenility and disrespectfulness to professors in so many different ways of breaking the social norms here.

"Ahem, Ms. Kary?" Hearing Port's stern voice and his squinted eyes gaze towards Kary in disappointment. Kary lifted her head to him in question?

"Yeah? What is it professor?" Hearing Kary's uncaring, nonchalantly voice to our Professor. He addresses her of the norm that she's breaking here.

"Would you please restrain yourself of putting your legs on the table for once young lady? You're violating school ethics here."

Oh boy…this going to be a long day for us to get used to here.

[Kary]

Twitching my eyes of this fat man's demand, is he really being serious here? Why is putting my legs on the table violates school ethics? I'm just relaxing here for God sake. This isn't a freaking Orwellian Dystopia thing we're in-...or is it!? That we're living in a crappy society all along?

Snickering of that very thought that conspiracy crack heads would start jacking off of that sudden, random revelation that I made up in my head. I happily oblige Portman's request since I can incinerate him to ashes whenever I want to or feel like it.

That statement wasn't a metaphor or a figure of speech. I can flick my fingers and he'll be dust to dust, simple as that.

But…I have standards, besides, why should I kill him for? Being an asshole, that doesn't justify anything. But what are you going to do about it? I guess following the social norms is better than constantly being bitch on and so forth.

So I followed Mr. Portman…Mr. Pork…what the fuck is his name again? screw it, I guess I will call him whatever I want since I forgot about his freaking name again.

Putting down my legs for Mr. Porkchops, Mr. Pokéman is happily that I obey him like his self-asserted bitch. Thinking his the high and mighty arch-pimp over me, which I can gash and sear his balls in 100 degree burns if he thinks like that. No joke here.

As Mr. Pokémon is pleased of my results, he begins bitching on something which I don't care. So I zoned out until class started. Thinking about that weird dream I had from the previous night.

As I'm daydreaming on recalling that strange dream I had. Who are those four mysterious figures that they gave out this strange sensation I had over me and who the hell is that cat person I saw that sounded like me?

No matter what I just dream, it just a dream right? It doesn't exist...I hope.

Waking up when I heard the school bell rang. I then notice that we're being surrounded by full of pansy-ass, inept students that most likely to screw around here. Did I say inept? Sorry, I meant they're being retarded.

And how exactly could they fight since half of them are show-offs or doing those incompetent acrobatics shit like they're in some shitty, bad anime, and how could the residents here get their ass handed over here by this so called Grimm...things since I can simply commit genocide with one flick of a finger? Hint, hint, the forest which I accidentally burn down from the immense blast and killed like…what, hundreds of Grimm? They're so freaking easy for crying out loud!

Before class begin its session, I notice few people were missing. Where's Mr. McFaggot's and his team or the red incompetent girl that the old pedophile headmaster decided to let her in-

*SMACK!*

Never mind…there they are. At the front door before the tardy bell rings.

For my first question…why the hell are they so late to be here? What were they doing? Fucking around?

Second most importantly, who let this blonde faggot in this school? He needs the balls to communicate with us if he wants to be friends with us since we're the only cool kids out here than being surrounded by full on degenerates. He looks cool but isn't cool enough for my taste.

So…what are we learning today? Hope he doesn't self-monologue, please do the lord he doesn't self-monologue!

"Monster-demons-so-blah, blah-blah!"

Then he self-monologue…that's, that's just great.

By the way, I think Xero is currently trying to restrain his rage before he start doing something very shameful in class that I would love to see!

[Xero]

"Hunters, Huntresses-blah, blah, blah…" Oh my FUCKING God…is he fucking serious! I thought we're learning something educational, not listening to this fat piece of shit's life story!

Resisting the urge to slam my head out of my disappointment and shutting my head to stop his narcissistic rant statements which no one even fucking care…except for one random faggot who cheered him on. I wish someone put a fucking bullet shell within my Goddamn brain to end this annoying bullshit!

Please…shut…the…FUCK UP!

Losing my temper each time this fat prick keeps nonsensical talking on irrelevant bullshit. I was about to raise my voice to yell at this asshole to shut the hell up!

When I about to open my mouth, the snow bitch who's behind me beat me to it.

"I DO SIR!"

Well big-fucking-whoopee, we got ourselves a fucking narcissist showoff bitch! Who is insane enough to listen to this Godforsaken fatty for a teacher! Why the hell are you even listening to this unreliable, autistic prick you snow whore!

As little Ms. Bitch got up from her seat to show off like the plebs we are. She walks in the center of the class and doing her pansy ass dueling stance. Why the hell are you dueling with? The Grimm I saw that's shaking its ass to get out of its cage isn't going to help you with that tactic shit you're in!

Oh this going to be fun to watch to see this Ice Whore struggling to fight this thing.

Leaning my head more closely to see the fight that's going to happen very soon, Fat man took out his retarded, impractical looking axe-musket thing and slash the lock of the cage that's sitting at the left corner of the wall. Also I'm not a hypocrite because I didn't design my impractical shit. It's the weeaboo scientists during my time with my squad before shit hits the fan for us.

The thing that popped out from the cage is-…are you fucking bluffing?

The thing that popped out looks so fucking ridiculous. A black recolored boar with bones on it looks so fucking intimidating, oh no!

Why the hell are we even in this class for? To re-teach us to be fucking autistic as possible to be feared by this shitty looking pig thing?

Ha, ha. Man, I wish I could slit my throat right now to end this fucking nightmare I'm in.

Sitting back and watching this pathetic show to see who fucking wins.

Shit then starts to happen when the stupid boar begins at her charge and Nazi bitch doesn't know how to deal with a fucking boar charging? How could she stand there like she's getting raped soon? How about dodge it and KILL IT!

For fucking Christ, this practice example is becoming more fucking retarded when this white bitch standing idle and doing nothing in particular that benefit us!

As she incompetently throw her sword at its tusked while dodging, she rolled and stands there like a lost child who has a dildo up of its ass.

FUCKING KILL IT ALREADY! I'M GETTING BORED HERE!

"Ha, ha, you weren't suspected that were you?" No fucking shit Sherlock. It's a fucking boar for crying out loud! What would you suspect?

As the fight goes on with no educational purpose behind it or meaning, yadda, yadda, yadda-she got her sword-rapier stuck. Yeah. She finally do a twirling thing while her obnoxious bitch leader is calling out to her. Other words, restraining myself before I can strangle her pretty little neck of hers to shut the fuck up!

Doing more meaningless bullshit, boar spinning like he's a goddamn blue hedgehog, bitch being stupid, then she finally stabs it. Fucking congratulation, you fucking killed your first stupid arse boar! What a good example on teaching us poor plebs we are!

Sarcastically clapping for her of how a badass she is and how we should fear her O' mighty fucking power that we should bow down to her. The bitch then looks back at me verminously.

What? I don't like you. What else should I do, shove a horse dildo up your stupid fanny!? Or encourage the stupid blonde wanker to teach him how to fuck you.

Either way, both of them are worse to deal with.

So in return for glaring at me, I lifted my two close palms at her and I then extended my two glorious fingers at her to let her that she can go to hell with me that all I care!

Hearing her growl and understanding my gesture meaning like all five year olds would know. It means go fuck yourself!

So she left out of her own frustration and that her girlfriend was so concern of her, Ms. Red left the classroom, probably to fuck her fanny up to ease her bitch attitude against me.

Yeah, she probably deserves it.

Hearing the Fat man boorishly cough at us to get our puny attention of his shitty ass lecture he made, he then continuous on of whatever…what is his mind filling up right now?

"To do time running short, it looks we got enough time for someone to take on a second life Boar. As we're lucky enough to snatch another one before it can expire on us. Let me see…ah ha! Ms. Kary Gift. Would you take on a Boaratusk?" Wait-WHAT?!

[Kary]

Wait…do you mean it? SURE, I would love to fight that thing than watching that horrible fighting session with Ms. pansy rich, white girl.

Getting up from my seat and excited to kill something to leech its energy off! Askad pulls me by my arm to let me know something important.

Turning back at him who's sitting beside me, he lifted his left arm to show me my bright orange glasses that Askad is holding for me.

The glasses I'm now seeing is an upgrade and a nerf before me. An upgrade because it makes my attacks for precise, more controlled that I wouldn't kill someone by friendly fire, more accurate to kill my fools and a nerf as it restricted my more dangerous powers inside me that could destroy an entire nation.

"This glasses I'm holding has the same function that your old-self previously wore, but enhance in your tactical sense and mind to concentrate."

The glasses I saw before me is an updated one of my old glasses as the frames is much slicker, the lenses are appealing to look at and has better controlled systems inside of it than my 08-self when she's fighting off against Omega n' Xero.

As I hear my chocker bell ring in silence, I accepted his offer so I wouldn't probably murder someone near me after this quick fight I'm going to make. To show them not to screw with me even though I'm nerfed to the core.

Picking up the glasses from his left hand and walking down to the center of the classroom. I place the glasses between the bridge of my nose to feel everything inside me felt…controlled, precise, accurate…and less chaotic.

I felt more accurate yet…felt insecure but not insecure enough to do something reckless as I'm more cleared minded to think, concentrate, to calculate the likelihood to kill this thing in front of me.

The best decision for me is to make a swift flick from my fingers to cause imminent incineration for this thing.

As Mr. Portman slice open the locks with 3.24019 seconds to open it and releasing the target hostile I'm encountering. Analyze name: Boaratusk. Charge with high aggression, threat level: medium.

Best course of action on dealing with the target, imminent incineration.

Snapping my fingers where traces of green electric static that's left behind in the air and my eyes targeting at the hostile opposition that's in front of me. Target burst in green flammable implosion inside of its corpse as 4 degree burns seared all over its remaining carcass after the aftermath.

Threat: eliminated.

After that scenario I just made. I have this strange urge to say this out loud.

"Can I have a cheeseburger?" Why did I say that and why do I need a cheeseburger? that was...unbelievable weird.

But furthermore, wow! What the heck just happened there?!

Snapping my mind out of that trance I was in…that was pretty new I felt. I felt very intelligent and more precise in combat than before.

Is that the upgrade that Askad is talking about? Making me more focus in combat than ever before?

Wow…just wow.

Removing my glasses from my nose…I felt a sense of fear shivering behind me…what did I do?

When I was about to question why the class is so scared of the scene they saw. I heard Mr. Portman clapped rather slowly than before.

"Bravo Kary, what a…efficient way to kill a Boaratusk. Before now, class is dismissed."

Well that was a downer.

Hearing whispers of paranoia among my peers, especially the blonde faggot who's whispering to her girlfriend. I heard something…interesting from the tall, browned hair jackass I saw with his three cronies. I felt terror within their souls yet giving out their bravado to make them look all so macho crap. Not admitting they're scared of me.

"That animal just killed that thing with a simple flick of a finger. Ha, I just can kill that thing with my own mace than that pansy ass Faunus. I can make the show more enjoyable." Yet arrogance is the norm of arrogance, who can blame humanity anyways?

Catching up with my fellow Bolverk squad mates as we left class…all of our peers begin to stare at us strangely.

I wonder why again?

[Jaune]

That…was…really…terrifying.

That Kary can instantly kill that thing with her own two fingers to set it up in ablaze…I think I don't want to fight her. Knowing too well it will be my death wish if I do. Especially from that forest where we witness her-oh sweet Dust no, I don't want to think about it!

How can she be so powerful?!

"Jaune, please don't panic. She's harmless and she's our fellow classmate. I know it's intimidating of how she killed the Boar, in addition how unimaginably powerful she is that the mind can't fathom of. But at least give her a chance Jaune. She's new here; she might not be harboring any hostiles to anyone of us." I know Pyrrha, it just felt…she's way too powerful for me to grasp on and pretty much scared that she can kill any of us at any moment.

That she can fly, being undead or the undying, and destroy things out of no where? What is her semblance anyways?!

[Kary]

Yeah, I wonder why faggot is talking about. But who cares?

Catching up with my guy friends as they're about to leave. I ask my buddy Askad of how I feel about the glasses I wore.

"That glasses you gave me…it's just, WOW! How did you do that and how is it even applied to me since I have biological body now?" As Askad as Askad as usual, he gave out his nonchalant exposition to me.

"You still have your core within you Kary when you were first conceived; the thing that's now inside of you is only apply to your powers, not your synthetic-self. Why I didn't give you this particular, updated 3.0 Glasses right away to you while I was dead during that time? To answer that, it's an upgrade I made that will raise your intelligence. I decided and reconsider that option, as you will immediately know it's a nerf when you first wear it as it enhances your intelligent and your self-awareness in the battlefield ten folds."

So you're saying it functions the same way as my old glasses do, but makes me a lot smarter when I wear it? Heck yeah this an awesome balance buff for me than a nerf!

Man, I can't wait to use this when I'm kicking ass or dueling with some poor ass shrimp dick, as its way more fun to fight smart than simply killing them outright with sheer power alone, as it gotten way too boring of me being too OP. I want some real challenge here!

Well luckily, Askad answered my Christmas wish which is the best Christmas present!

"Awesome! So I wouldn't kill all outright ya' know?" As Askad remain silent as usual, Omega just sighed and Xero made his normal glare towards me which is normal for him. I guess they're pretty okay about it.

Next class…is the Advance Weaponry maintenance and workshop? Askad would probably want to upgrade our weapons and blend with the strange locals I guess?

Askad would probably be jerking off and having a gay O' time being in this class.

So we're going to do some weapon buildings for this class…that sounds boring. Which the Gravity-Cat isn't amused of what she heard.

By Gravity-Cat, I mean I'm floating off from the ground with some students eyeballing me. As my feet isn't touching the ground which all gravity cats do.

Now I need to play Cascada and shitting out bombs from my ass to make me truly a gravity cat!

I wish I can do that!

[Omega]

Ignoring Kary's energetic, cheerful nature, Xero's hot temper, or listening to Askad's quietness within the crowded hallways. I just hope we can go through this class without stirring any trouble in there.

Guiding through the labyrinth halls that took me a couple minutes to reach our destination, we stopped as we found our room number.

Our current class is weapon maintenance and workshop to modify our gear slash repairing them…and I wonder who our professor is?

As crowd of students gathered inside the main entrance of the class, we followed our peers to see en masse of metal workbenches and tools scattered across on the tables including varieties of Dust in containers that's under the metal desks slash bench.

Seeing all of our peers are at their chosen workbench that they have chosen. We randomly pick a bench that's currently vacant to us.

Chosen a workbench that's currently empty and within the center point of the classroom. My team and I took our seats near to the ridiculously wide table that's made of metal and then look up to our instructor who is rewriting something on the board as his white chalk harshly press onto the green dusty, platform.

This instructor looks…familiar. As he wore the same white lab coat…could he be the same person that I saw before?

"Welcome students." His voice rang in genuine benevolence yet indifferent of our presence near him.

As he stopped scribbling onto the chalkboard, the professor then turn to us-…and he is the guy I saw before back at the campus!

Now I have a good view of who he is. Our instructor has a untrimmed, unkempt, thick beard that covered his lower jaw. Slightly long hair that reaches to his shoulder length and black shades that cover the entirety of his eyes.

Finally to mention him again but more clearer. He's wearing a white lab coat that covers his entire body, only to see a plain white suit under the white cloth of his lab coat. Where his aesthetic appearance looks like he originate from a Kingdom called Atlas.

For a second, I thought I saw his face was riddled with snitches and bullet wounds that make him scarred for life, but they were not there anymore as his face looks perfectly fine. Plus, I didn't see his red hue under those glasses.

"My name is Professor. Jebidiah Christoff, your current Aura and Semblance teacher. To do your teacher being unknowingly absent in this class from unknown means…I'll be your Workshop substitute instructor to take his place…until he arrives to teach you of his knowledge than mine."

His voice though, he changes dramatically when he mention about our real instructor. As his voice subtly trench in malevolence and enmity, hinting that he doesn't like the instructor here at all, but why though?

Seeing the shift of his emotional state from professor Christoff, his face remains stoic as ever but slightly twitchy when he mentioned about him.

"For the time being, you'll do whatever you want within this class. Maintenance or building your weapons, this is your free-time here for now of whatever you want until your professor comes back…eventually." That concludes my guess; he definitely hates the guy who runs this class.

But I wonder to myself…how could he disappear while I wasn't looking at him?

Thinking about it and wondering of who this person is. My mind is then abruptly awaken when I felt someone's tapping onto my right shoulder. Calling out my name to stop my day-dreaming state here.

Predictably. When my I turn my head to the person that's tapping on my shoulder, it's Askad.

"Omega, tell Kary that I need her glove, the Gatherer, to improve some tweaks and re-create a copy for her that suit this place. So that wielding her newly crafted glove will blend in well onto society's standards of not accidentally kill someone near her. To do the extreme output of her energy being release." *Sigh*...Fine Askad.

This will be a long day for us, especially for Askad's productivity within the class we're in. But I feel something's growing big within this world we're in...and something that I don't want to know.

[Harbor zone, 12:14 PM]

[Unknown contact]

Torchwick, Torchwick, Torchwick…why the hell are you taking so damn long?

As three of my friends chilling within the hidden storage facility we're in. We sat on the boxes, lean on the boxes, and so forth to break some time here. Nothing else, just waiting for this prick to arrive here of what job he wants to offer us.

Where the hell is he?!

Staring down at the floor behind my signature, orange hockey mask on my face. My loose blonde bangs hang under my green bandana and my black leather gloves tapping on the wooden crates to signal my impatient state.

*Whirllll!*

My boys and I look back to see the metal entrance whirred up to the ceiling. To reveal our fellow client which we worked with him before.

Thinking about it, I remembered that time where Grey who was with us during our heist on helping this douchebag on robbing someone's stuff, Grey has gotten a little too…psychologically carried away. As he accidentally killed the owner.

"Well sorry for me to be late boys…just a difficult day for me with all the assassination and stuff." As he casually strolling towards us within his empty warehouse. He shows off his stupid cane and his bowler's hat as he unnecessarily introduces himself to me.

"Hello there orange." Asshole replied to me. Giving me a migraine for this prick stalling our business here. We're here not to chat but to make fucking money.

"Hello there…generic white guy that normally wears mascara." I replied back to him causally as he doesn't take my insults very lightly. But he took it in anyways and swallow his pride down to the drain since we're here to do business, not to chat.

Sometimes he has a mental state of a five year old when he gets angry.

"I'll try to take that as a compliment…Giovanni. Anyways before I lose my temper, where is your little mute, grey mask member of yours Giovanni? That guy who always hold his creepy little tape-recorder around?" Oh yeah, you mean Grey…I remember him, he got shot seven times in the chest and well, he's alive, but well. He's now unfortunately retired.

By Grey, he goes by the name Jacket. As he's really psychotic and very impulsive when comes to killing, but very efficient when it comes to taking down our foes and making our enemies think twice on taking on us head on as he's…pretty creative when comes to executing our targets, plus, an expert when comes to explosive armaments and crowd control.

"He's currently retired Mr. Hatty." Continuing insulting him for stalling our business rearrangement here, he finally gives up of his charismatic prick approach and gives us the straightforward answers that the four of us like. He then continues on before he can starts pulling any strings that's considerable unnecessary as he knows of why we're here for and what we've want. No bullshit or manipulation.

"Fine then…I'll be straight with you and your fellow Payday Crashers. You see Russa, I have a little problem. Tons of anonymous assholes are destroying, capturing, or halting the revenue of Dust as the shipment of them are all-time low as Investors don't want to take anymore risk to ship their supplies of Dust as they always go missing. In ADDITION, the White Fang mutts are mysteriously being slaughtered left to right by unknown parties and especially with this prick that we capture from the cameras!" Sliding his scroll across the steel table that's scattered with photos and old plans to rob the Schnee Dust shipments, the screen on the Scroll showed him, maliciously killing everyone that's around him as his red goggles glowed on the screen.

Now I understand of what he's talking about, but seeing him…I'll be reluctant of making this deal as he's a well-respected mercenary upon us and saving Grey's hide back there at a...unforeseen heist. Let me give you a hint of that heist, it involves kidnapping a certain Mafia lieutenant with using our new recruits on kidnapping him and something to do with Russians.

"So, we heard a large shipment of Schnee dust freights are coming to Vale…I also heard rumors that this prick is killing off anyone who's robbing the largest Dust shipment around! In addition of killing off the mutts, the Schnee security forces aren't faring as well when it comes to him. As he gave them the same treatment as those mutts had, likely, of not wanting any witnesses to be allowed alive around him or just out of spite towards them. No matter what it is, this concludes that this assassin doesn't take people…lightly."

So you're telling us that this is an escort job? To guard you while your little assassin tries to kill you…sounds easy enough.

But dealing with him…that's entirely a different matter in our own hands.

"So here's the deal. You'll protect our asses until the freights are successfully departed from their location. So escort us so that we wouldn't die. So furthermore, business discussion adjourned. So get your Payday friends ready if you want your liens up n' ready. Anyhow, excuse me. My…associates are currently bitching at me to do the lack of abundance of Dusts we currently have." Whatever you say so Roman, whatever you say.

As Roman left us and closed the door behind us, I turn to my fellow allies where they don on their black suits and different colored Hockey masks over their faces.

"Okay Roy, you'll be up and personal to take on any intruders. So you might take the AA-12 for now." Turning to our toxic Irish loving friend that don in with his green mask, my good old buddy Roy McCarthy scratches his red-brownish hair and nodded at me in agreement.

"Sure Gio', that's what friends for ay?" Nodded to my close friend, I turn to Vinny, as he's cold as usual.

He dons on his blue mask and wore his old signature bandanna around his head that link to his nationality plus his heritage. To show them that he's an Italian by the red, white, and green cloth over his black hair.

In a mental side note. Vinny is the most badass and sheer brawns out of all of us. So he'll back up Roy if things go down south for us.

Plus, he has sharper eyes than us and has stronger reflexes around him.

"Alright Vinny, you'll back up Roy if things go bad, so you'll be the eyes for us and go in Overwatch if you see any uninvited guests arrive here." Turning his head to me, Vinny accepted his position.

"Consider it done. I'll be watching my surroundings if anyone prying their eyes on the crime scene. Head pokes out, a bullet between their foreheads, simple as that." That's what I like to hear.

Finally to the last of my crew, this person stands before me is the person who helped us out on finishing off Sal, whereas after Sal tricked us and back-stabbed us three for his own gains. We gave him a special pay back.

Red is his name, where he is the most infamous assassin within the underworld who has a history n' connections in Nevada. Leader of his heist gang, stealing shit or doing some mercenary work for his boss. But unfortunately, his old previous cew was assassinated to do a heist gone wrong slash trap and his old head honcho Carl got his ass handed by Evans. Fortunately, the prick is dead when Red blow his ass up within his petty headquarters. As he's too stupid to realized or simply checking the bag for any explosive traps.

And that's the right time for Red to show up and help our asses out after we've done with Sal. Where Red gave us high paying jobs for a while to pay for our financial needs and carrying out the good old heist, after we accumulate enough cash to start our own criminal organization, Red left his old job as an assassin to join up with us three as we formed our own independent gang, a mercenary crew.

Enough of history about us, besides, we're formulating plans for our new assignment here.

Seeing Red simply nodded and made a sure statement, he knows of what I'm going to say as we discuss this before when it comes to dealing with strategies.

"I know Giovanni; electrocute some pricks if things go hairy." Good predication there Red.

Seeing we know of what our positions are. Yet I wonder…I heard a train that's dealing with a huge shipment of dust that's heading back to Atlas. Where it is prone to be attacked by the Faunus Terrorist group which they're now obsessed with Dust for some reason?

What are there group called again…the White Fang? I think I recalled them correctly?

Well, if they do attack, I believe is where he is going to strike next.

I'll prey for those bastards if they do make it out alive…unless our new recruits that was under Grey's wing, return to us and giving us the news about-

*Crick!* "Hey Giovanni! We got reports that the White Fang are about to strike a train filled with Dust...and you know what that means!" Oh, that's Katze…well looks they got here rather quick.

Turning to our newly recruited members that are entirely consisted of Faunuses, these three have history with the White Fang, knowing their ins and outs of their former organization. They are the perfect spies on the White Fang or scapegoats when linking towards their organization than our gang.

Unfortunately, Grey isn't here to lead the Bremen members as he's not with us anymore.

Turning to our Faunus Recruits, they are wearing decorated White Fang like masks. Again, to make scapegoats of them so we wouldn't raise notoriety or pointing the blame to us from the authorities. For their masks though, it represents their Faunus traits: Hund, Katze, and Esel. In English: dog, cat, and donkey.

Again, their Hahn or Grey isn't there anymore with them, as Grey is out from the business to do their first mission gone wrong. So Esel is leading them, as he seems competent enough to lead his two misfits away from disaster.

Wearing their business suit attires and their Faunus ears wiggling, I don't mind Faunuses working within our gang; I only care if they perform well and their merits proven themselves in their assignments, so we all can earn money. That's all.

To conclude my guess is correct, Esel, our stubborn ass donkey, answered it for us.

"The White Fang are on the move which means the operatives who are going to rob the train…are likely going to hell after the train reaches its final destination." Well I be damned, looks he's on the move now.

Hope they pray to whatever God they worship because Hank isn't that merciful.

[Schnee Supply Train, 12:30 PM]

"Got the last crate of Schnee Dust boss, those robots are pretty darn easy to deal with and no signs of that prick anywhere." Looking around within the sinister Schnee Dust train with the loads of Dust and robots which were easy to destroy, I look around inside this freight to see nothing in particular suspicious.

Dust, I hope that human bastard doesn't show up here to ruin everything that the White Fang strive for!

Seeing our assignment on robbing the Train is finished, it looks like our mission is success. We killed the crew, massacre bunch of cheap robots, got loads of dust without any trouble-

*SKREEeekkKKK!* Me and my dirty mouth.

When I was thinking about my assignment, the room suddenly went dark. Even I can see through the darkness to do my Faunus traits giving me the upper-hand to see into the blackness as clear as day here…although, something isn't right here. Something ominous growing within here that I know well go down real fast n' real soon.

Please don't-tell-me-he-is-…

"What the fuck is going on and what's with the lights-OH FUC-AUCKGH!" Here-Monty DAMN IT!

Turning to the direction of hearing on one of my operatives dying. I turn to face the bastard to see his eyes glowing bloody red within the darkness with his sword slicing through my brethren in half into two vertically sliced meat.

When I got up close and personal to the assassin from our reports that a single human is killing all of our top operatives from major Dust heists, I smelled…

…

…He doesn't smell human nor Faunus from a weft of my nose, he doesn't smell like them at all. He entirely smells like a whole different species. Inorganic and artificial at best like he isn't normal from-

*BLAUGGK!* Looking down and felt immense pain coursing through my chest, I look down to see my upper-torso got ripped wide open with an open gaping hole that goes through my-

Oh…no.

Looking up to feel my entire body is losing blood, sick, and felt like I'm near at the point of brink of death. How could he penetrate through my aura that easily?!

Facing directly to the guy and heard something thumping in his left hand. I saw-

He-

is-

Holding-

MY FUCKING HEART!

Well…shi-

[Victim]

*Thump!* Looking down to see our sergeant is down with a missing heart, I look up to see this demon that neither smelled human or Faunus-

OH DEAR MONTY-!

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Well seeing the intro for episode 10, I want to see the mayhem that's going to happen.

Done half of the chapter pretty fast…which may be riddled with grammar issues. Also get the references of the two Madness tributes and my other story in the last part? Go to the part with the Bremen chapter in it.

If not, here's the names of the two Madness tributes. Madness Heist and Redness Precedence. My other story goes by Dementia.