The Start of an Empire

AN: Sup everyone. Chapter seven here. I will be writing a chapter or two to fill in the month gap between chapters in All It Takes. These will cover what the snippets did in the original story.

Raikaguken: Sorry about that. The pairing starts in this chapter… well Blake is introduced, at least.

I don't own RWBY. I don't own the designs for the guns I am fusing, and I don't own the Desert Eagle.

ENJOY THE SHOW!

'Thoughts'

*Sounds*

"Talking"

"Neo talking"

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My POV, Friday after class.

"I knew school would be exhausting, but god DAMN is it hard when you have to translate everything in your head!" We had all of our classes this week, Grimm Studies with Port, History with Oobleck, Dust Mechanics, Chemistry, and Usage with Peach, Human and Faunus Bio with Peach, Aura Mechanics with Goodwitch, and Sparring with Goodwitch. Even by drawing parallels to subjects on Earth, class was still annoying.

I generally ignored Port's class, not seeing any reason why I should pay attention to weak points if I could blast through the toughest Grimm armor with my shotgun. Port had it out for me, as I had to kill something almost every class with him. I stopped bringing in my Eagle and Nova, preferring to end the Grimm of the day with my fists. I got a nasty gash on my side on Tuesday from being cocky with an Alpha Beowolf, but I paid it back by ripping its arm off and stabbing its face with its own claws. The cut was fully healed after I ate some lunch.

Speaking of I'm finally used to my new metabolism. I don't eat one or two plates of food anymore. The stares I get when I tear into six plates of food every meal are understandable.

Oobleck has essentially given me an A for his class. He never assigns me homework, never calls on me in class, and in general acts as if I'm not there. After class, he and I spend half an hour talking about the most recent part of Earth history he's studying. I expected him to be farther than Mesopotamia by now, but apparently, he's analyzing the info with some colleagues of his. I asked him why he paid me double for the info, and he responded by saying he talked with other history experts and the Vale Museum of History when he started receiving the files. They wanted to pay me 2,000,000 Lien, but he talked them down. I wasn't exactly happy about that, but what's done is done.

Dust Chem, as I call it, was interesting. By taking pictures and using my laptop to take notes, I was Peach's top student. I even came up with an idea for upgrading Yang's Ember Celica, using wind Dust and the power fist from Fallout. I even managed to make some Lien by selling copies of my notes. Cardin and his idiot team tried to shake me down for said notes… I sent them to the infirmary for their trouble.

I spent the entire time in Human and Faunus Bio comparing what we were learning to my own biology. The differences are vast, to say the least. Reman lungs work by filtering out wind Dust from the air and catalyzing it with oxygen. Also, their bodies absorb minimal nutrients from the food they eat, their digestive system focuses on extracting the Dust in it. One thing that baffled me was the differences between Faunus and humans. Besides the night vison and the animal appendages, they were exactly the same. Truly, people are idiots, no matter where you go.

Goodwitch allowed me to use Aura Mechanics as a study hall, on the grounds that I didn't have an aura. I still studied the material, on the off chance I might gain an aura through bad luck and bullshit. Sparring, however, was something I excelled in. Using my green shells, I could knock most students into the red with one shot. When they were too quick, or skilled in RWBY and JNPR's case, I did my best to weather their blows, waiting for them to tire out before blasting them. Ruby was still mad about me using a black shell to body check her out of the ring.

Back to my team, who were in various positions around our room. Ruby was going over my notes for Dust Chem with Weiss, and Yang was on her bed, taking a nap. I sit down at my desk, connect my phone to my laptop, and start sorting through some TV shows and movies I could rent on the net. I was thinking about setting up something along the lines of Netflix, except I would be posting everything about everything. I just had to be careful to pick series and shows that already ended, so I won't get called out on not using original work.

My phone goes off, signaling a new email. Checking it, I see Junior's report has finally arrived. I look it over, noting how it seems way too short for the buildings I bought. A note at the end of the page tells me why.

"Boss,

I sent the men to the address and had them take inventory, as requested. They were moving from room to room, cleaning as they went, when the White Fang and Torchwick showed up. Somehow, they knew you bought the place, and kicked my guys out. Any attempts at getting back in were met with blades and bullets. I did some digging, and found the warehouse you bought. It's the same situation over there.

What do you want us to do?

-J"

I stare at the message, not comprehending what it meant for a second. When I do, I almost shatter my phone. 'MOTHERFUCKERS! THEY THINK THEY CAN WALK OVER ME?! CINDER THINKS SHE CAN PULL THIS BULLSHIT?!... Heh, time to show this bitch who she's dealing with.' I stand up, change into my hunter outfit in the bathroom, then walk to the door, taking my phone.

"I'm heading to town for a few hours. Probably won't be back until late." I address the White rose duo, opening the door to the hall.

"O-kay! Have fun!" Ruby cheers, waving goodbye. Weiss rolls her eyes and goes back to studying.

I call Junior on the way to my locker, trying to keep my anger in check. He answers his scroll on audio.

"Boss?"

"Junior," I growl, "why did you let the Fang move into my factory and warehouse?"

"B-boss, I-"

I interrupt his stuttering. "Let me make one thing clear. Yes, your guys were the ones who let the Fang in. They were, however, under your employment before mine. Correct?"

He gulps on the other side of the connection. "Yes sir."

"Then, until I train them, their actions are your responsibility. Understood?"

"Yes sir!"

"Good." I calm down, my tone returning to normal. "How many twelve gauge shotguns do you have?"

"Uh… five, sir." 'Five… I'll take Junior and the twins in my car…' "Do you have any cars that can seat four people?"

"Yes sir. If I may ask, why?" I reach my locker, pulling out my Eagle, Nova, and a shotgun ammo case. I load it up with 180 yellow shells, and twenty green shells. Finally, I put on my bandoliers, switching the red and blue shells on them for more yellow shells. 'Making more ammo every day is really paying off.'

"Give four of your best shooters shotguns without ammo. Have them pull one of your cars up to the front of the club. Meet them out there with the twins. Have your weapons ready as well. I'll be down there in twenty."

Some shouting can be heard on the other side of the phone. "Yes sir. We'll be waiting."

I cut the connection and carry the case to my car. Placing it on the passenger seat, I start the vehicle. I let it sit for a bit, searching for the exact location of my factory. Finding and saving it, I drive off.

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My POV, Junior's Club

I arrive at the club, a black sedan with tinted windows parked out front. Four of Junior's guys are standing around, the bear himself and the twins leaning on the car. The rumble of my car's engine catches their attention as I park behind the sedan.

I get out, taking the ammo case with me. "Alright everyone, gather 'round." I instructed, placing the case on the trunk of the four door.

Opening it and taking out a green shell and a yellow shell, I hold the green one up. "This shell, will break damn near everyone's aura. Doesn't matter how much the person has, if they have aura, its gone. If they don't… honestly, they guy might die."

Switching the green for the yellow, I continue. "This will fuck anyone up. Main thing about this shell is stopping power. It will incapacitate a Hunter or Huntress, anyone on that level, and leave them bleeding out on the ground. Aura might heal them, but that's unlikely. Those with shotguns, take 45 yellow shells and five green." I take a look at their guns, noting all they have are sawed offs. "Load greens first, then switch to yellows. Junior, Malachite's follow me." Waving them over to my car, I start talking.

"What do you think about killing people?" The question throws them for a loop. Junior shrugs off his shock first.

"If it needs to be done, I can do it. The twins… they never needed to. Why?"

Nodding, I look down the street. "Here's the plan. We drive up to the factory and get their attention. I tell them to leave. If they do so, no one dies. If they start shooting, I'll charge inside. You seven watch the exits, and stop everyone who tries to leave. Kill the first one and use the body to convince anyone who'll take their chances."

All seven of them stare at me. One of the mooks speaks for them all. "Sir… with all due respect, how the fuck can you be so calm about a murder spree?"

"I'm a sociopath, an unstable one at that. I was taken from my family, whose close proximity kept me sane. Now, I need an outlet, otherwise the meds keeping me stable in school stop being effective. Now come on. We have work to do. Junior, Malachite's, in my car. The rest of you, put the ammo in the trunk and start driving. I haven't been to the factory yet, so you lead." They get moving, the twins sitting in the back seat of my car while the men drive off. I follow, and Junior starts checking his bat.

"You know, I have a couple ideas on how to improve that bat of yours." He looks up from it.

"Really sir? How so?"

"Replace the ammo from Dust to high power, nitro tipped rockets. Much faster, and much larger boom per pound. Only problem is you need a magazine for the new rockets."

Before he can respond, Dust bullets impact my car. The sedan turns off the road behind a building, and I floor the gas, shifting from second to first gear. The sudden shift and gas forces the car to pop a wheelie, shooting forward at, then through a warehouse door on the side of my building. I grab my Nova, load the tube full of yellow shells, then play Break My Mind by DAGames on full blast from my car radio. Opening the door, I roar at my men.

"KILL THEM ALL!"

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Torchwick POV

'First the mutts open fire on Grey's car, then said car crashes inside, now Grey himself just yelled to kill everyone! Isn't he supposed to be a Hunter in training?! They don't kill people! Only full Hunters do, but not over something like this! What the fuck is going on here?'

This day truly was the worst in a long time. Cinder had ordered Neo and I to take over this factory this morning. We showed up with a couple hundred Fang, only to find some of Junior's guys here. We kicked them out, and I had the mutts start sorting through all this crap.

'Honestly, she didn't even give us a reason to take over this place, only that it was bought... recently…. Oh FUCK! THIS FACTORY BELONGS TO GREY!'

"Neo! We gotta go, NOW! Grey owns this place!" Just as I say that, the air next to me shatters, revealing the ice cream midget. She whips out her scroll typing as fast as she can.

"You don't think I know that?! I was down there! It's a slaughterhouse! That kid with the shotgun is blasting it left and right, killing all the Fang in his way! Shit, last thing I saw was him ripping off a guy's arm and beating him to death with it!"

She shows me the scroll, and we share a look. The two of us rush to the door, only to dive to the side as something blasts it to pieces. Standing there was Grey, covered in blood, holding a shotgun and pistol at Neo and I respectively.

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My POV

"Hi there, Torchwick! Fancy seeing you in my office!" I say with a sadistic smile. The suited man and his little companion trembled at the sight of me.

'Like they should… Hmmm, they seem terrified.' More booms echo from in and outside the factory, the screams of the Fang dying are heard in the room.

"Answer me one question. Depending on the answer, I will decide what to do with you two. Were you ordered to occupy this particular building?"

"YES! Cinder ordered Neo and I to take over this building and use it a trap to kidnap you! You showed up before we could set anything up! I know I was an asshole, but please don't kill me!"

The normally suave man bursts into tears. Neo, still trembling, shifts her gaze between the Nova and Torchwick. I blink once, twice, then drop my guns and start laughing my ass off.

"Du-dude! I never planned on killing you, or Neo! Relax!" I chuckle, picking up my weapons. They slowly stand, acting as if I was some wild animal. Neo finally gets her hands on her scroll, fingers flying across the screen. She finishes and hands the scroll to me.

"If you never planned on killing us, what did you want? Roman's been scared of you after you shot Cinder, especially since you almost hit him while he was in the bullhead."

"Look you two, I didn't want to kill you because you are useful. Roman has organizational skills, as well as being a damn good con artist. And you, Neo, are a cute little badass that would gut me for saying so, if you didn't see me break a sword with my head. If I ever found you, I wanted to hire you both for a job with considerably less risk and a hell of a lot more reward." I walk over to the window on the opposite side of the door to the room. "This factory will expand, rapidly. It has to, as it will be supporting my PMC and other companies."

Roman puts his hands up. "Whoa, hang on there. You want to hire us? You heard me when I said I was here to kidnap you, right?"

Turning to him, I answer him. "Yes, I did. And you will. In a few months. See, I want you to be loyal to me, but play along with Cinder. I know she doesn't trust you, and that's fine. I need to know what she has you and Neo working on. If she does what I think she will, contact me when she has you move out of the kingdom."

He tries again, this time raising his voice. "Look Grey, I-" he stops, now looking down the barrel of Nova.

"I know you may be tired of the 'don't think, just do as you're told' bullshit, but let me make one thing clear. You don't yell at me. Talk back, smack talk, swear, call me names, I don't care. But do not yell at me, or call me weak. I killed almost a hundred people today, and I will not hesitate to add you to the list." I set the gun down on a desk in the middle of the office.

"I am asking the two of you to go back, because while I have an idea as to what fire bitch wants, I need details. Steal Dust for her if she asks, do whatever it takes for you to stay in her good graces. I don't care. Just don't get caught. Relay all info she shares with you to Neo, who will send it to me. Given she can't speak, it's less of a risk if she writes the reports, sends them, then deletes them. I'm sending you two as a message as well. Cinder knows I could have easily killed you, but you escaped with Neo's semblance. The fact you had to escape at all proves to her that I am a legitimate threat, one who knows who she is and her immediate plans. In a few months, you will rob Vale of its Dust, requiring the SDC to send a freighter full of the stuff. You will steal the Dust from the docks, and I will be there to stop you. Find a way to knock me out. When I wake up, I'll break out, and escape from wherever she puts me. I'll figure it out from there."

Roman glances between me and my gun a few times, before sighing. "Do you know anything that can knock you out? It might give us something to go off of later."

I think for a second, then shrug. "Try dropping a container on me. I'll live, and be out cold." Pulling out my Eagle, I aim it at Torchwick's left collar bone.

"Whoa!" He backs away, trying to put more distance between him and the gun. "W-what?! I thought you said you wouldn't kill us!"

Sending him a sadistic smile, I explain. "True, but escaping from me ain't easy." I fire, shattering his aura and breaking the bone I was aiming at. He falls to the ground, yelling in agony. "Neo, take him back." She does so, and I walk out of the office.

Walking out of the factory, I find seventy White Fang against the wall, their weapons and masks on the ground behind them. The guys from the sedan have their sawed offs in the Fang's general direction. Junior spots me, and rushes over, ignoring the blood caking most of my body.

"Sir, these Fang members surrendered. One of my guys fired into a crowd of Faunus running from you, killing four. The other three fired as well, killing another sixteen. The rest surrendered."

Nodding, I take a look at all of them only twenty or so look like they actually trained to fight, but the rest were civilians. "Alright everyone, listen up! If you actually trained to fight, stay here. The rest of you, ditch your uniforms and go home. You clearly are not committed and only joined the bandwagon."

Forty seven of them tore their sleeveless hoodies off and ran, while the rest of them were now facing me. "All of you joined the Fang to make a difference, right." One by one, they make an affirmative gesture. "Only thing you were doing was drawing more Grimm. Humans don't respect terrorists, they fear them. You, however, have a choice. You can work for me, get paid, kill Grimm, and in general be heroes to the general public. You can throw down your colors and run home, washing your hands of the Fang and me. Or, I can kill you, leaving one alive to tell the Fang of the ruthless new gang leader. So, what will it be?"

The start deliberating the pros and cons of working for me. While I wait, I head back inside and do my best to scrape off the blood clinging to my body. Once I'm relatively clean, I hop in my car, and pull it out of the factory. I park it next to the sedan, then get out and wait for the Faunus to finish.

After about twenty minutes of them talking to each other, one of them step forward. She looks me in the eyes and says, "When do we start?"

'Wait a second… BLAKE?!'

AN: Derrick just put himself on Cinder's radar, and now has a rep in the Fang. As a gang leader, the other crime kingpins are going to start making moves on him, trying to either steal his new purchases, take out his manpower, or just plain kill him. This, along with helping Weiss and training with Yang, will take up most of his free time, keeping him relatively stable at Beacon. There will be one more chapter, that one Beacon-centric, before we hit the next episode.

Also, Blake is finally here!

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Sam out.