Hey everyone, RemnusPast here again! Here with the tenth installation of Hotline RWBY: Requiem for the Fans! And I've hit 1,000 views! Don't worry, I'll make a special for that soon... But anyways, thank you all so much for the support you give, they're all so gread to read! Now, as I stated, there may be problems with chapters each day due to problems with thought processes, like running into writing blocks.. so far? I've run into temporary ones, not because I've run out of inspiration or ideas, but just because I don't know what scenario to go with. I have plenty of ideas... just not very easy to implement them as I previously thought. But nevertheless, enough waiting, the tenth installment of Hotline RWBY: Requiem for the Fans is here!
Fanfic recommendation time! I recommend the RWBY X Destiny crossover, Guardians and Hunters, by Cybertramon001! Go out and read it, I enjoyed the series! Go ahead and read it!
I do not claim ownership of RWBY or Hotline Miami. Hotline Miami belongs to Dennaton Games, and RWBY belongs to Rooster Teeth. All rights reserved.
Corey woke up earlier than the other Fans, it was her normal routine to do so. When she got up, she started to stretch, and began to do some intense stretching as well. It was never a good thing to be unprepared, and it would not do to get cramps in the middle of the day. After around a few good minutes of stretches, she went to the bathroom, honestly wishing that there was more room in the bathroom. The bathroom, thankfully enough, was well maintained and clean, but the fact that they all had to share the same towels... that didn't help Corey in her case at all. Still, it was always nice to have a nice, warm, refreshing shower in the morning, especially after a workout. She was even more glad that she didn't actually need to wear her baggy jacket while showering this time, wearing that made it a bit harder. However, while she was in the shower, she had nagging thoughts continually bite at her from every angle.
She honestly could never actually forgive herself for joining a gang, despite the fact that she did it unknowingly and unintentionally. The good news was the fact that she was able to act as an undercover agent, acquiring information of other gangs and the criminals she was with, and utilize it to allow the Fans to blow off steam, and see more action. The problem was the fact that all criminal activities were at an all time low, considering the fact that hunters and policemen were patrolling the streets at all time. Screw Tony and his anger problems, he wouldn't know the meaning of restraint even if it bit him on his well built ass. Although, to say the least, she was genuinely missed the satisfaction of wearing the zebra mask and going around, killing criminals and getting some action. She wasn't into the action, but the adrenaline she got from doing it was... enthralling. She did want to do what they did before, she really did... it was just that the circumstances they had couldn't really allow it. She highly doubted that the police and Hunters would leave the streets for a while, they'd be there for a month. It was a good thing she was patient, she could just blow off steam throwing out drunkards at her workplace. It didn't have the same satisfaction as beating someone's brains though...
After her delightful shower, and a normal routine of bathroom activities, she started getting dressed. She would never like her uniform, it was too constricting. She wanted some baggy tuxedos and maybe more durable shoes, not these fancy stuff. Heck, if they were criminals, why were they fashioned in clothing that would be highly restrictive of their activities? That single point made no sense to Corey. In fact, nearly everyone in this place chose fashion over actual utility. Rather odd, and she didn't want to be a part of it at all. As soon as she finished dressing, she walked to the mirror to see how she looked. She groaned as she stared in the mirror, she was never going to get used to this outfit. She decided to bring the uniform situation up with Junior, maybe get some comfortable clothing rather than this. As soon as she walked out and left, Mark started to stir, mumbling about pizza.
Emerald Forest, exact time Mark woke up
The scars on its mask did not go away. The pain in its left eye had not left either. Looking at its reflection in the water, it traced the slashes on its mask with its right hand. The slashes went deep, and were rather clean. However, the left eye had not gone unscathed, and was hopefully temporarily nonfunctional. It hoped so, it would rather have both eyes when it fought, the better view it had of its target, the more efficient it could kill. In fact, the only reason why it had left the cave, which it had begun expanding by mining with its fists, was to find out how it looked. The Deathstalker it had killed two days before had already dissolved, and had more room to work with. Despite the wound, it did not hesitate; it had continually began to punch the inner walls of the cave, intent on burrowing and making rooms. However, when it had woken up the day, it felt a pain in its chest and hands, and had gone up to investigate. It had discovered why.
On its hands were deep scar marks, most likely due to the fact that it had been beating the rocks nonstop with its fists, and was starting to wear away at it. The chest, with the slashes it had obtained, still stayed, but were nothing more than scars now. Despite the fact that the slashes were scars, the chest region hurt. Along with its knees and its entire head, they had begun to hurt immensely. With a growl, it started to walk back to its new home, in order to rest and perhaps take a break from its practice. However, when it reached its cave, it had discovered a white tail creep into the cave it had claimed as its home. This would not do, it could not have something take over the place it had claimed for itself. With a growl, the beowolf marched into the cave, fists at ready, to discover what had intruded its home.
The King Taijitu had to admit, they had discovered a new home. This cave, an empty one according to their scouting, was quite roomy, and in fact, appeared to be the perfect brooding grounds to create more kin. A perfect home, since the previous home they once inhabited had gotten caved in, this King Taijitu had just barely avoided to crash. Thankfully, it had found this new home, and would be able to restore their pack. A shame that their leader has died, but this King Taijitu was more than ready to take the reins of leadership once again. Then one of its half had noticed that there were holes in the inner wall, which appeared to be fresh. This was bad, there were already inhabitants that lived in this cave. Before the white half could warn its counterpart, they saw a lone beowolf jump high, high enough to reach the head of the black half and commence whacking it right on the center of the head.
The black half of the King Taijitu screeched, and began to shake its head in an attempt to jar the beowolf off its head. The wolf jumped off the head as it began to shake around, pouncing toward the white half. The white half opened its mouth and charged the beowolf, only for the wolf to latch onto the bottom jaw of the white half and pull down, bringing the head with it. With a screech, the black half whipped its tail at the assaulter, only for the offender to dodge the attack and ended up having the black half crush the head of the white half with its tail. The remaining King Taijitu head glared at the beowolf, with killing intent high. Before it could react, the beowolf had grabbed the tail of the King Taijitu and pulled as hard as it could, causing the entire snake to flop down. With that, the beowolf began to run across the back, intent on destroying the head. The Taijitu, discovering the beowolf's intent, began to slither away quickly, but the beowolf proved faster. One pounce, and an axe hammer to the head, and it was all over for the Taijitu. The axe hammer broke through the center mask of the Grimm and into the head, killing it. The King Taijitu squirmed once, twice, then stopped. The deviant took no pride, it was only glad that the intruder was dead. With that, the beowolf stalked further into the cave, only to curl up and rest.
Streets of Vale, hours after.
Mavro and his team were bored. They had been patrolling the streets for hours now, and the task was getting on their nerves. True, they got to take a trip to Vale during school day, but now it was a task. Instead of being able to slack off after classes, sometimes, they were assigned the task of patrolling the streets of Vale, in search of the instigators of the alleyway murder. The news had now begun to call it "The Alley Massacre", and Mavro had to give the news credit on coming up with such an original name. At least they weren't given the night time shift, that would've messed them up badly. But then again, they were bored as heck, and wanted to do something than this. Although, they did have some nice conversation with the police officers, the task was just boring. At least they were almost done, just another hour and they could be back at Beacon, sleeping and relaxing. It was just then when the television store they were coincidentally nearby tuned to the news.
"Lisa Lavender here, reporting in at Vale News Network Station. This just in, apparently the instigators of the gruesome Alleyway Massacre have been discovered!" Team MRON quickly turned towards the television, shocked to be hearing this. Nearly everyone on the street stared at the television as well, intrigued to hear who the culprit was. "The Vale News Network had received a package from the White Fang today, and when we opened up, we discovered a video inside it. It would make more sense for you to watch it, than for us to explain it to you..." With those words, the screen behind Lisa Lavender changed, and turned to what appeared to be a White Fang soldier, staring right at the camera.
"Greetings humans of Vale! We are the White Fang, a righteous faunus movement that will bring the faunus to rise! You, who have so blatantly discriminated against the faunus, treated us like trash, we will tolerate no longer! We will no longer just brush off your insults and assaults on us, and we will retaliate now! We have begun with the murder of those seven humans at the alleyway, as a means to get our message across! Those humans were responsible for causing harm to other faunus, and we have no objections to doing the same to the rest of you! We make our mark today, and we will enforce it! Beware humans, we come for you!" With that, the video went to blank, with Lisa Lavender looking worried at the camera. "Well audience, the culprit has been discovered... we can only hope that the White Fang will pay for their crimes..." Everyone that were watching these news were awe struck, and were just surprised of the news. The most surprised were the Fans, however.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" cried all of the Fans, excluding Corey. Despite the fact that they were at different locations, nearly all of them had the same confusion, in that the White Fang had taken credit for Tony's kills. Of course, neither of them were more emotionally focused than Tony, who was VERY pissed off. How DARE these worthless fucks go off and try to steal HIS kills? Why, he ought to fucking slaughter all those goddamn animals and teach them who they're fucking messing with! After a few seconds of raging, he started to calm down a bit. He thought rationally, and saw how good this was. This took anything that could suspect them, and were now thrown onto the White Fang. This meant that the VPD would be more interested in the White Fang itself, than the actual streets! With that, the hunters would withdraw, the daily patrolmen would disappear... this was good, this was great. As long as there was no focus on them, this was VERY good... He smiled, and laughed a little at the prospect. For once, he was glad someone took credit for that slaughter, that just showed that there were brain dead idiots here after all.
Ozpin's Office, Beacon Academy
"I can already tell you that the White Fang are not behind that alley massacre, I can vouch for it completely!" Ozpin was at this point enraged, and had a right to be: the VPD had already dismissed the case as a White Fang murder, and not to mention, the Vale Council were more than eager to pass the blame onto the White Fang as well. This was not good, and even Ozpin himself was starting to believe the White Fang, Dust damn it. He KNEW that they were not behind it, and rather, they were taking credit for it. He had no doubt that the White Fang were using the murder as an opportunity to garner more infamy, but he couldn't even PROVE It. The only reinforcing point he actually had was the fact that no White Fang slogan or logo was found on the crime scene, but the authorities were all too eager to ignore that fact. Everyone was tense and wanted it over, even he did, but not like this. Not pinning the murder on people who were greedily demanding the credit go to them, but to the true culprits, who were probably laughing over the prospect of getting away SCOTT FREE. Ozpin sighed as the Vale Council ignored his pleas, and labeled White Fang as Vale's focus, this was going to get worse. Even though no criminal activities had occurred while the Beacon hunters and policemen patrolled the streets, the Council were too eager to utilize the manpower and resources elsewhere. As the connection to the Vale Council was cut off, Ozpin simply leaned back on his chair, exhaling hard.
Glynda Goodwitch just stared at Ozpin, worried over the entire prospect. She had the same mindset as him, and did not like the idea of the true murderers getting away. In fact, only negatives could come out of this, it meant more murders that they could get away with, and labeling the White Fang... she had a dreadful feeling that these forms of murders were going to occur more, and become more frequent than she actually desired... She could only hope she was wrong. She sadly wasn't.
Junior's Club
Junior nearly celebrated. With that White Fang announcement, the city was going to cancel their high alert. This was great, this would let him actually expand. While the female bodyguard, whose name was still unknown, seemed to be a bit mysterious. He didn't ask questions about each bodyguard, but the fact that this girl was avoiding questions like crazy... eh, it was probably nothing. Probably a runaway or something. She did request an odd clothing attire, which didn't seem possible. She requested for the tuxedo, except to be baggy, and for shoes that she could actually run around in. Junior would consult some clothing stores to see if that was possible, he needed this girl to join his gang. He was happy that she was talking with his lieutenants, at least. That much was good, if she made acquaintances here, more easier to get her into the gang.
"Hey Junior, I'm here, you know!" Xiong snapped out of his thoughts and turned to the person in front of him. A very pudgy person, he was rather plump and in fact, ratty. However, he paid good lien for the information he sought, and Junior wasn't complaining. "As I said Junior, I needed information on the Wicket family's activities. I want details, and I want them quick, my boys are restless, and we're ready to take over new territory!" As much as he didn't want to do business with this guy, he had to. It was his reputation as an informant to do so, and in the end, Junior ended up telling the guy about one of the hideouts the Wicket family had. He sincerely wished the Wicket family did business with him, and not the Warrick family... while the Wicket family were more humble, the Warrick were overly ambitious and greedy, they would easily stab him in the back one day. The fat man in front of him, Enforcer Carmine Warrick, was the worst of them. Overly arrogant and cowardly, he utilized his mass resources to hire people to do all the dirty business for him, mostly using Junior's own men for his activities. The worst guy he had to deal with. But his lien was good, so Junior didn't complain.
"Here's the usual payment Xiong, one thousand, seven hundred and fifty lien." Carmine slapped down a bundle of lien, and then looked back up at Junior and smiled. Junior could already tell where this was going to go. "Right, and I WILL need manpower to take down that hideout... now, for payment, I'm willing to negotiate prices. Now, I need some useful henchmen, and not ones that will die easily... and I will pay high price for them." At these words, Junior decided it was high time for his new member to show how good she actually was... and if she was lieutenant material after all. With those thoughts, Junior sprung into action. "I'm sorry Carmine, but most of my men are highly incompetent right now, and it'd be a waste for you to hire them at all." With those words, all of Junior's henchmen looked down in shame, and were incredibly embarrassed, save for the new member and the Malachite twins. Carmine looked at Junior wistfully, fully understanding his position. However, Junior spoke again. "I do have a new recruit that has a lot of potential, she took down a hunter and his group yesterday easily. If you'd like to hire her... well, she's going to be worth a lot, but you'll see it's worth it." Carmine snorted in response. "Alright then Xiong, I'll bite. How much?"
Junior smiled. "She'll be around five thousand lien." Carmine laughed, slapping his knee. "That's really funny Xiong, I don't even pay top quality whores that much. Let's cut that down to say, six hundred lien? Five thousand is too much." "Time for a bluff..." thought Junior, as he leaned in closer to Carmine. "Listen Carmine, you won't believe it... but the girl? She can take down that entire hideout herself. I'm not messing with you, she actually will." Carmine looked interested immediately, Junior never recommended any of his men. Junior had no intentions of seeing the henchman come back alive, he was expecting some free lien. "Fine... then I'll raise the stakes. I'll pay you... say, fifty thousand lien for her. However, if she dies, you owe me around one hundred thousand lien for payment. Deal?" Junior thought long and hard, it wasn't that bad of stakes. Most of Carmine's men were horrible, and he could easily beat him and his gang with Militia and Melanie. With those thoughts, Junior nodded. "You've got yourself a deal, Carmine." With that, Junior and Carmine shook hands, faith in the business deal. And with that, Corey shivered, and had a bad feeling run up her spine.
Thank you all for reading the tenth chapter of Hotline RWBY: Requiem for the Fans! Please follow, favorite, review, recommend, and help this story get more recognition and views! I want more people to read this, and perhaps start their own Hotline Miami x RWBY crossover! If you guys decide to draw fan art of this story ( An amazing thing to do, if you so desire.), just put a link in the review, and I'll go watch it right away! ... Ugh, just calling the variant beowolf over and over again is repetitive. You guys, if you so desire, can go ahead and name the beowolf deviant in the reviews. I'll pick the one I like the most, and I'll credit you for naming it. Thank you all so much for reading, and as always, enjoy hurting people!
Time to respond to the reviews!
To these wonderful reviewers and their reviews!
Aquas1998: I'll leave it up to you guys to decide on how Corey's chest is... I'm not going to go into detail about it, I don't actually have intent on doing that. And it does kind of show the junk in the trunk, it's just that more people stare at her chest. And I thank you for understanding if there are any hiatus that comes up. Don't worry, if there are any, you can expect me to go full speed on trying to make up all the lost chapters. Hope to see you again!
ace of spades: A fight club? We don't talk about Fight Club! Nahhh, just kidding, but your idea is cool, and you may see that being implemented in a later chapter... although the idea of tony beating up everyone in the club and doing all that for a name... that's not going to happen, since he has somewhat learned to actually be a bit more... less revealing about his actions. So, he may join a fight club, and intentionally lose some fights just to not gain any reputation. He wants to keep a low profile, after all. The last time he garnered a somewhat large profile, he got shot by a detective. Other than that, the idea's pretty cool, and I may do it. Thanks for the idea, ace of spades! I'll credit you if I so happen to use that idea!
necrofantasia: Yah, Junior did kind of underestimate Corey's abilities. However, you have to understand, the group she was fighting were pretty wasted. They had a lot to drunk, so you can kind of expect why Junior wasn't that impressed by Corey's beat down. Keep in mind, the Hunter actually NEVER used his semblance in the fight, and just focused on melee combat. However, you are right: She managed to beat the hunter and his friends without the use of any aura. Junior and his gang doesn't know that, and when she does manage to unlock her aura, she'll be a bit more frightening to fight.
lukefang: Keep in mind that the hunter and his gang were drunk, heavily influencing Junior's judgement. He also doesn't know she does not have any aura, so that factors in as well. As for Tony going off and doing that... well, he's not going to go off and do something that will attract attention. Tony doesn't want another mask, he wants to keep the tiger mask he has. It's a memento of what he had gone through in the past, which is why he will keep the mask, no matter what. There's a large amount of patrolmen and hunters out on the streets, and I sincerely doubt Ozpin will allow him to teach at Beacon. Tony's simply too much of a loose cannon, and he's genuinely highly aggressive. It would be a nightmare for the students, yes, and that's why Ozpin won't allow it; he's an excellent judge of character, and will never allow such a thing to occur, even with Tony's mass skill. Hope to see you next time!