Well 10 is freakishly tiresome, here's 11 so I can stop here. Also, Roman is another fancy word for Hatty Hatterson.

By the way, I was busy with life, fixing some chapters here and there, and doing other stories that needs attention, SO sorry being so long.


[2 years later, 9:00 PM]

Knowing this place a lot from Velvet's own personal knowledge. I know the four kingdoms of Remnant and their cultures. I know the combat schools and their main purpose…although very little about them since I don't know how they function. I know the Grimm they fought as they terrorize humanity for centuries to come. That's what all I can think of.

Thinking back to the crew I'm currently working with; I did several jobs for the heisters where I witness they have interesting…powers. Which Red has electricity, Giovanni has fire, Roy has poison, and Vinny has ice…however, I feel they're not from here or natives of Vale.

Thinking back to myself, I always wonder why I keep forgetting about the jobs I did. All I can remember is that we went to a crack house that we're told to cook some synthetic drugs. When I step out from the vehicle that's near to our location, I was suddenly then appeared back in the truck with my crew as they already finished the drugs that they bagged.

After that, I remember we were turn into a hit group to assassinate some fat dude mobster who's hiding out in an underground building. The guy who contracts us on killing him...or was it protecting him? Has red hair and tagging along with our crew to see his target personally but I don't know who he is.

You see, when I step out where our target is hiding at. I was suddenly covered in…red paint in my hands while we're in the van and that…we've drove away. Where did I get the paint from and piece of meat attached to my palms?


"Okay Jacket, are you ready?" Turning to Giovanni who's wearing that orange hockey mask, he's glowing slightly orange within this van we're in.

Looking back at all of my crew, they were glowing as well that matches the colors of their mask.

"Hmmm, well seeing he's a mute. I don't think it's best to talk to him." Turning to the guy who's sitting next to us and hired us, he's wearing a hockey mask as well but it's white with blue lines coming down near the sockets like he's crying. Wearing that Bowlers hat and wearing the stereotypical mobster suit that doesn't resemble do does damn Russians; he's holding a cane in his right hand that secretly it's a weapon.

Sometimes…we usually call him Hatty since he doesn't like it to call him by his real name when we get inside the building.

As hours went by, I felt the van stopped and we all got up from our seats.

Being the first step out from the van, when I touch the surface of the cement road, I was suddenly now back at the van where I was covered in blood and Hatty remove his mask where he's smirking in joy for some reason where we driving away from our location.

I see the van is all bloody...


Thinking of why I keep forgetting of my past doings, I remember I'm holding this Scroll thing in my left hand as I'm interacting with Velvet of how she's doing.

Right now, Velvet is currently at Beacon as she's training to become a Huntress after she got graduated from Signal, I got letters from her in my Scroll thingy which the Payday crew gave me if we needed to contact each other. Thinking about it, I bought her a scroll as well so I can hear her of what she's doing.

Looking at Velvet's message in this Scroll, she visited some bullies during her transfer at Beacon…where I saw a tint of red in the air for a brief moment as I felt a familiar anger in me, but it's later ceased when she reassured me that she's okay. She occasionally visits me as we have sort of a brother-sister relationship here.

Now, I see everywhere is a blue tint, it felt…so calm.

Doing this texting thing like it's a pager back at Miami but much easier because I can touch the letters on the screen now; I send my text message to Velvet of how she's doing over there. She got a team name coffee and she said that she got special training in Beacon…I wonder why she got that team name from and what training they're receiving?

I wanted to ask of why she got the team name and the training she's receiving…but I got interrupted when I heard a phone ringing near the bed counter.

Strange…who could be calling this late?

Getting up as I'm in my casual clothing and my Jacket. I got into my bedroom and picked up the phone of who's calling me this late?

Hearing the operator's voice, the blue tint I once saw was then shattered when I heard the voice.

"Thank you of calling lost and found, we found a missing briefcase from your trip back at Atlas. Come by to pick it up at 349 District at Little Steel District. Then, drop it off to your local office Mr...As I got a call that your business ventures are upset of you that you're missing your very important business plans inside."


Sitting on my bed in my dorm room with my team, the girl I met back at Jacket's place is coincidentally my leader and Yats' is really a friendly guy…although he doesn't talk that much and his pretty tall.

Fox, I don't know him much. But he seems okay.

Looking at my Scroll where I text Jacket of my studies here which I got special training from the higher ups in Beacon and telling him my team's name is. I text him back which the team's name is based on color and our training is very 'intense' of what we're doing. I got very tired from it but I'm slowly improving, although for Coco, she just shrugs it off like it's nothing. That gal is really something and her weapon is…well, unconventional of what I suspected.

Sending him my text to explain him of how our teams work and our training is…a little bit information since it's a secret, he didn't respond my message. Strange, is he in a job again of doing his criminal work? He must really stop before he gets himself killed. Even though I don't mind, I'm just worried of his safety since he's the first to take care of me and saving my life twice as I owe him my respects.

Even though it's bad...I have self-conflicting thoughts if I should stop him...knowing what he's capable of.

"Who are you texting little Velvet?" Turning to see Coco and putting up her smug neutral face which she's sitting on my bed before I can notice her; I yelped in surprise that she came out of nowhere!

"Oh Coco, I didn't see you lass! I was texting to my friend and explaining of how our teams work…although he seems to be busy but I think he'll read the message." Explaining my leader of what I'm doing, she patted my shoulder and got up from the bed.

"Well you better hurry; you need to sleep for our training in the morning…so it's best to finish your chat with your friend back at the apartment where I first saw you." Thanks Coco, things just felt…not right for some reason?


[10:23 PM, 349 District]

Somewhere in the poorer district of this shit place I was in, I was talking to my friend Evan if he has any clues or information of these two gangs but unfortunately, we're in a dead-end again.

"Sorry, Richter and I finished our conversation but that's all he knows of." Of course these gangs are serious on keeping their secrets and locations tight. I can't get any single drop of info from them as they wouldn't talk at all.

"*Sigh* you did enough Evan, just hope there's any more info within this place. The VPD are utterly useless to me and aren't competent at all when it comes of what I'm dealing with here." The police department I'm working in Vale are all incompetent, inept rookies, and doing 'ethical' protocols which isn't sufficient enough on dealing with crime or fueling my satisfactory.

That's why they cannot handle the murder incident that happened before, where petty murderers do naughty things. Which in the crime scene I saw back at the Leather Racket building is completely laughable; I did lot worse things back at Miami and arrested worst criminals that are a lot terrible than that.

That's why I got promoted real fast in ten days when I got here. Accept reality of who we are and do terrible things to stop the spread of crime in any means possible.

Turning off my Scroll device and continue watching the streets if there's any interesting activities to spy on. As time passes…nothing anything good is happening here at all for any potential investigations, I only saw a dark skin kid with weird green hair where she pick-pocketed a fancy, well dress woman who she noticed her nimble fingers.

Oddly enough, why would an upper-class looking woman would go to a poor district? By the time she notice her, I saw the kid was about to fight her, but the red dress woman stopped her of her aggressive advances, whereas the street rat dropped her stick weapon when the rich lady burn it by that random fireball, and later they're both getting along as they talk. I wonder how she convince the kid not to fight her, but I don't care.

Let me say this again, I don't care, not interested. I only care for the 50 Blessings activities or the mysterious gangsters that are influenced with the Russian Mobsters.

As the two went off to go somewhere which I don't care of what they're doing-probably sending her to an orphanage or something, I look back at the streets and waited while sitting in my car, hiding out back at the alley to spot anything interesting to track down.

Drinking my coffee container in my hands to wake myself in this dark night and listening to Guided Meditation, I hear the junky, broken up music playing in my stereo that I still hold that music tape in my jacket pocket…I don't know why I bring it with me everywhere I go and I don't even like the music…for some odd reasons, listening to this music makes me calm my nerves.

Spotted nothing particular that's happening here and I was about to call it a day. Fortunately of my lucky timing, I saw something that catch my eyes of a 'particular' vehicle that came from my world. Where I saw the infamous killer's car driving near this road at the left, whereas the masked killer's car is called the Acado GT.

Spotted the driver that pass by me, I saw the killer's mask of that infamous chicken head.

Well…looks like he's here and time to tail him of where he's going despite him being very brutal. I want to know what he's doing.

I want answers right now and what this killer is up to.

Activating my car as I bought it in Vale from a car dealership, I slowly turn my car to the left and got far from him as possible so he wouldn't notice me.

Tailing him behind, I turn off my headlights in front of my car to raise my invisibility which today's weather is foggy. I follow the red signal lights at the back of the killer's vehicle as he somehow didn't turn it off.

Following and tailing him far enough that I wouldn't lose his tail or be spotted; I saw the car stopped and saw the killer got out from his vehicle. He stepped out and he turns to the building to the left.

Looking at the building that the infamous killer was looking at, I saw a tenth floor hotel building that looks abandoned and a lot urban decay rotting the outside.

I saw the killer but a bit obscure of the fog I'm in, where I only saw he's wearing that old Jersey jacket, blue jeans, and bandage wrappings on his hands. Where I saw he's carrying a backpack with the gang 'symbol' painted behind it, a katana sheathed with a blade attached to it, a military M16A4 strapped on his shoulder, a utility belt on his waist that looks like non-lethal grenades, where I saw flash grenades or stun grenades on it. In his hands, he's holding a MAC-11 that has a Miami vibe in it where it has neon colors on it.

Another one pop out in the fog and standing next to the Miami killer, where the anonymous person wears a mask that resemble to a cobra snake and holding that appears to be a nail-gun in his left hand. It appears the snake is talking to the 'killer' who still facing to the building.

The two guys who are guarding the building are very obscure. But I spotted they're wearing the white suits…knowing where this is going.


Fucking phone calls, am I going to get a break here for once?

Standing near to a run-down building in this cesspool of a ghetto. This place isn't fucking America and their foreign hardware is shit like it came from China. The Nail-gun is bulky, their guns are backwards as hell, and they don't have the good O' U.S gunpowder! Instead it replace by some retarded fuel that some nerds would think of and imagine about. I'm patriotic man, not a fantasy nerd whore.

Fortunately, this place has a hotdog restaurant that I felt like I'm back at the U.S which is called Frankie Friday and they somehow have the flag of Nevada in there instead of those fucking Disney shit culture.

Looking at my custom nail gun that I built it myself since their nail guns here are crap. I got the parts from a weirdo who keeps calling himself 'a friend' as he left me the parts inside a box, like…what, half a year of staying in this non-American place and surrounded by savages?

Anyhow before I can get all bitchy, I heard the phone said I'll meet up here and partner some Yankee? Christ, the phone calls are vague as hell that I can't understand half shit of what they're saying.

Reaching up to the shit place where I park my truck at. I got out and walk to the building where I saw a…chicken headed man with his 'weapons' on him.

Are they really fucking serious? He looks like a fucking psychopath to work with!

Well seeing we're in the both sides here, I decided to talk to him if he can show any respect to me unlike these around this place…hope he doesn't kill me.

"Hey you, can you tell me who you are?" He didn't respond, now he's becoming like them now!

"I'm talking to you here; show some God forsaken respect here you Yankee-…" Before I can finish my sentence, I spotted two guys pop out from the building entrance and pointing their rifles at us.

Well, we're fuck-

Again, my mind was then interrupted as he charged in there with striking speed that my eyes didn't catch him and made the two guards in front of him went off guard as they didn't suspect him to charge in at them that fast.

As the bullets went flying at them, he rolled onto the ground where all the bullets missed him and grab the handle of that Japanese sword thing and the MAC-11, as he aimed his MAC-11 at the right and his sword to the left as things got brutal.

He unsheathed the sword as he swung it with extreme reflexes that I didn't see it where the blade is already out and he already spraying out bullets of his Submachine gun where all the bullets went into to the guy's stomach at the right.

When the sword is out and the MAC finished unloading all of its rounds onto the guy's center of his stomach as it's torn apart. Both of them went down where the left guard lower waist got cut wide open where I saw his cut intestines showing and his other organs spilling out. The guard to the right begins to gurgle out blood from his mouth, lying there with the pool of his own blood.

Both of them lie wasted…now I have a reason to be afraid when I'm near him.


The Rooster slice one Russian down where his upper body slide from his lower torso where his organs spilled out, one lied dead as lead riddled in his stomach as his voice stopped breathing.

The Rooster heard the Cobra screaming at him but he ignored the snake as he walk into the building where they'll meet death itself.

The Rooster opened the door with intense ferocity as the Russian to the left got caught by the impact as all of his insides were immediately crushed, painting the wall and the door with his own blood.

The Russian to the Right had a different fate in mind where the Rooster grabbed the surprised Russian both of his hand tore it savagely as blood painted the floors as his two open stump squirting crimson liquid and felt a sharp object lunge straight into his gut, sliced open his entire torso. Where his digestive, his liver, his kidneys, his heart, everywhere, is exposed…and his eyes rolled back and met death in darkness of night.

Now the Rooster wouldn't shed mercy and let every drop of blood here count. Letting the Cobra learn a valuable lesson that if the animals that used to work with the Rooster backstab it, they will pay the hefty price of treason if you betray the Rooster ever again.

Turning all the doors everywhere and the stairs in front of him of the rotten hotel, the Rooster must murder everything as no one will see the chicken's deeds.


Holstering my customize Magnum Revolver which I personally built since the Police standard revolvers are crap and holding my Riot shotgun in my hands, I been validly authorized by the Vale Police Department to build my own custom guns to suit me when comes to a dangerous situation…although I don't like the safety protocol guidelines of building my guns to maim criminals, so I 'ignore' some parts when they didn't notice of what I built inside.

Holding my build replica of the Mossberg 500 which was a standard SWAT weapon back at my place, I pump my shotgun and it's fully loaded with high calibrated explosive dust in the magnum slug shells inside, other words, highly explosive, less spread, and more deadly.

Walking towards the hotel that looks abandoned in this ghetto. Only to see it's been occupied where I saw gunfire went off in the fifth floor.

Before I can react, I saw a body went flying out when the window of the fifth floor burst open in glass pieces.

Descending to his demise, he faced planted on the cement sidewalk and blood splattered around his head from the impact. Further investigation, I spotted the white mobster has his corpse riddled in holes that look like a 5.56x45mmm NATO round puncture through his fresh corpse.

Looking up back in the building, I saw the gunfire is at the sixth floor and saw blood painted on the windows…they sure working fast. Better hurry to get more information about them so I can get more clues of the 50 Blessings activities.

Stepping inside the entrance of the former hotel building, I saw more fresh blood and same gore like back at Miami. Spotted one corpse got crushed by the door where I saw the blood staining on the rotten entrance and the other one got his arms torn open, including his insides are showing. Typical serial killer work here and I'm not amused at all.

Looking at the stairs, I saw piles of bodies riddled everywhere and nails riddled in the center of their forehead as their heads are leaking out blood.

"Hey! Who the fuck are-!?" Before he can finish his sentence, I turn around to see a white suited man came out from the closet where he's sweating in fear and I aimed my Riot Shotgun directly to his gut. When I pull the trigger, the recoil from the Dust shell is intense, the direction of the shotgun ended up hitting the guy's face in direct hit.

I saw his entire head popped like a balloon which his remains went flying everywhere and his neck cavity spitting out blood.

As his body can't detect his brain, it fell to the ground and his neck spilling out his own blood on the floor.

Well, here's one murder victim in this hotel which is not from those killers…better change the formula of my shotgun shells to be 'less' chaotic and more control when I get back to my house.


Aiming my Nail gun in extreme precision and carefully pulling the trigger so the nail wouldn't miss its mark against these fuckers. I saw the four nails went flying out at the four poor bastards who didn't notice me before when they turn their heads to me, the small metal piece then stabbed inside of their brains when they look at me!

Turning to this chicken man near me, I look to see he's already done with this floor and saw his clothing is really bloody and holding his army American assault rifle in his right hand while holding his sword at the left which the entire blade is covered in blood, staring at me menacingly…I would probably shitting bricks right now if he wasn't my ally or go Rambo on my ass if he feels like it at any moment.

Continuing on murdering all of these pricks in the last floor we're in which took like freaking five minutes which was fast because of Mr. chicken man near me killing everything as if everything is merely a children's game to him!

Walking with this psychopath here and aim our weapons around us if anyone wants their head to be popped. I eventual stopped when I saw the masked Rooster is staring at the door in front of him…where I saw him grabbing something on his belt which it looks like a flash grenade in his right hand, where he's leaning against the wall next to the door in this hallway.

Wondering what the fuck is he doing, I know what he meant when I heard something click behind the door and I know it's probably guns aiming at the entrance…so I followed this chicken's leads of what he's doing.

Hope he knows what he's doing.


[3 minutes before murder]

"God damn it Jack! I know you are the cause of the murder incidents at our base two years back you piece of shit! Adam has suspicion of this 'gang' you're working with, tell us now what the hell is happening here or else the White Fang will withdraw our deal!" Looking at this Faunus who is all mighty and superior with his five armed White Fang lackeys behind him…turning to the briefcase which we got the documents from the 'gang' I join which has the information about this 50 Blessings which they attack our convoy which are our stocks for the black market.

Unfortunately for the White Fang, there was mass murders at their bases two years ago which their building are being targeted…it's probably the gang we're fighting against with is probably being directly attack by them or indirectly influence by them. I don't know which, their network is very complex that we cannot pin point where their agents are hiding or who's starting them.

"Look it's not us okay. We have a rival which my gang wouldn't like us to talk about…unless we're going to face our dying last words, I would probably tell you since we're both going to die here." Making my statement that 'we' didn't do it, I hinted him that the gang that is targeting us is probably involved with his crap.

Before he can talk big with his loud and whining mouth of what I meant, I heard gunshots ringing under the floor beneath us and heard the phone rang on my table. Picking it up, my statement of us dying here is literal. Well looks like to burn off my tattoo and destroy any association I'm with my gang.

"JACK! WE'RE UNDER FIRE DEALING WITH A PSYCHOPATH HERE-*RATATATA!*" When I heard the gunshots went off, the phone then landed on the floor and there's no words, I prepare my man to aim at the door and get for anything, turning to my assistance who's a burly man. He nodded his head and gave me my lighter in his huge meaty hands which I gladly accepted.

Lighting the fire up, I let flame touch and searing my skin with burns as the tattoo was then charred off with second burns.

"What the hell is going on Jack!?" Pinching my nose of the oblivious he was. I told him we're going to die here.

"We're going to die here mate…I told you it's best not to come here during important business hours since 'they' will come here." Seeing shiver of fear going through this monkey Faunus name William. I might as well tell him of what's going on.

"They are the reason they attack your faction, they don't like us, we are associated with a particular mobsters they don't like, if we're associated with them or have any allies. They'll target them as well…that's why there's mass murders of your hideouts because your faction is affiliated with us…since we're going to die, no word will be spread since we'll be dead here, so it's okay to tell our little secret."

Seeing absolute hysteria in his eyes, I heard intense shooting coming behind our door and all my men ready to aim their homemade AK-47s at the door who are generously supplied by our gang.

Waiting and seeing William about to piss himself…there was only silent and I gave William my last dying wish of the gang he should know.

"The gang that attack your White Fang organization is called the 50 Blessings." When I finish my finals words to this Faunus, I heard something drop from the floor and *POP* sound ranging my ears and blinded my eyes in white where I heard humming noises and felt pain coursing through my chest as I bullets penetrating my insides.

When the light faded, I slowly seep into darkness…


When the Grenade popped in the air and turning inside the room so I wouldn't be blinded by it. I pop my head open as we both fire at them which I got five furries been headshot by my nails and the rest of these white suits had been dealt with by the masked Rooster where I saw bullets riddled them everywhere.

When we stop firing, I look around to see them all dead.

"Well looks we got the last people here…um hello?" Ignoring of what I said to him, he walks up to the desk in front of him of the deceased mobster we took down, he grabbed the briefcase and walks away…saying nothing.

Are you serious, aren't you supposed to celebrate that we're alive?!

"Listen here you shit! The phone calls coming from my apartment asking me to risk my ass to be here and you don't have any sense that we're alive?!" Does he have any respect for me or even himself?!


Ignoring the snake's cries for the Rooster, the Rooster is focused on the briefcase which the Russians stole from him and the animal traitors he killed in front of him as they're wearing their masks on their heads.

If the chicken witnesses the animals interacting with the Russians, there will be no quarter from the Rooster that will side with his enemies.

As the Rooster grabbed the case and left the Snake without any words as he yelled at him insult, he continues to his destination and delivering the documents…until he heard something.

He heard something move in the halls…looking around, they was nothing. The Rooster thought to himself if he's hearing things and he continues to walk down the stairs.


That…was fucking close, I was almost got notice when I kick the bottle on the floor of a nearby room to hide in, where I was leaning against on the wall and my shotgun is at the ready if they get inside this room in the left near the office they recently massacred inside.

I heard a familiar voice beside the Killer and when I peeking out the room to see what's going on, I saw the killer went pass by the room I'm in and didn't notice me, I look back at a familiar figure of one of the case I heard back at the Police Department in Miami.

Looking at the Cobra mask man, he looks like the deceased victim in one of the Russian Mobster's hideouts where I saw him got shot and his mask lying beside him in the murder scene…should he be dead?

Remembering and looking at his figure, he's wearing the mask of the murder scene, fat, and spoke like a Redneck. I remember the murdered suspect name is Jake. So how's Jake alive?

Hearing he mentioned about the phone calls…so the 50 Blessings still using him? I might as well tap wiring his phone lines to hear his conversation and get some clues from him.

He might be easier to search his location since I saw his photo of his face and of the autopsy of his likely behavior is, driving a huge truck which isn't hard to find…the Killer, he's much harder. I cannot access to his personal information back in Miami police department as like the government kept him in the dark.

Who is he?

As both of them are out of view and stepping down the old stair, I think to myself if it's a good idea to tail the Rooster Killer?

…I might as well on tailing him to find out where he's living at. Possibly make some sort of Blackmail if he doesn't cooperate of my answers.


[10:21 PM]

The Rooster drove within his car and almost reaches to his destination…but the Rooster felt he's being followed. So he pressed the gas paddle a little bit and drove to the left to lose the hunter's sense of him.


Driving my car and following his car when we got out from the building, I followed the Miami killer's vehicle to see where he's going...strangely, he's going a little faster than I suspected. Did he notice me?

Knowing I been spotted by him, I step on the paddle and try to catch up on him. Turning my wheel to the left…he wasn't there from my view!

God damn it, he escaped from my sight and notice I'm tailing him!

I look around in the alleyway if he's hiding, he wasn't there. I look around the streets, he wasn't there. Where is he!?


The Rooster escaped from the grasp of the hunter of becoming his prey, turning to streets to streets in high speed as he's far away from the hunter of wanting to find the Rooster.

The Rooster who's finally close to his location, the bird parked at the near sidewalk and got out from the car to enter the alleyway that he must go to. To deliver the briefcase he's holding.

Walking into the alley and holding the case in his hand, the Rooster walk until he found the dumpster in front of him to place the case inside.

Dropping the briefcase inside the dumpster in order for it to be delivered, the Rooster heard something calling out in the alleyway where it heard it.

The Rooster felt Déjà vu like this happened before?

"Hey! Who's in my alleyway? You better get because I'm armed with a pipe here!" Hearing a local vagrant called out in a threat, I hug tight to the wall and ready to ambush this homeless man.

Something isn't right.

The Rooster then strike out and charge at the homeless man as the vagrant yelped in surprise that it didn't a Rooster killing him.

This isn't right at all!

The Rooster then grabs the bum's metal pipe from his hand with sheer strength as the vagrant lost grip of his weapon when he felt a foot landed on his stomach where he lie on the ground, out of breath.

Why I'm killing him?

The Rooster then raised the pipe above him and strike down at the Vagrant's face as he saw terror in his eyes and blood spilling out from-

[*PZzzttHH!*]

Opening my eyes and saw a tint of yellow briefly in the air, I found myself in an alleyway, holding a pipe that appears to be paint, and a deceased bum!?

Oh God…did I did this? Why did I kill this vagrant-and I think about to be sick!

Dropping the pipe and walk away the corpse to get close to my car, I pull out my mask and spewing out my remains of my dinner on the floor. Why did I kill that bum? He's innocent, how did I get here?

Getting up to my feet, I want to forget this ever happened and I don't want to know how I killed this bum in front of me. I want to get away from his corpse, far away from this alley.

Opened the door of my ride, I step inside in the driver's seat and not glancing back at the alley trying to forget that unspeakable deed I did.

Driving away…I questioned myself of how did I get here? Why I'm even here? What purpose did I go here to kill a homeless man?

How did this all happened? Where that Yellow tint came from?


Opening my eyes, I wasn't in my bedroom within the White Fang base where I was sleeping at…not dreaming about the traumatize memories of my mother's death. Instead, I was standing on a void of nothing where darkness is everywhere, except for a figure who's sitting down in front of me. Where it's wearing a strange jacket that covered its torso and jeans covered its legs…until I saw its face.

I only saw a head of a Rooster staring back at my golden, cat like eyes and I stare back at it in-…what am I feeling? Terror, confusion, wonders of what or who it is?

I only saw darkness inside the sockets of its eyes and showing his sharp teeth inside of his peak. What's with the Rooster's teeth and why does it have teeth?

"Looks like I met the daughter…it's best not to get close to the bull because he's turning into…another lesser creature. Don't suspect the bull of what he really is." You mean Adam, what did you mean about Adam? I know he's starting to turn twisted but I'm felt attached-

Before I can finished of what I'm thinking, the Rooster wasn't there anymore and now I'm standing in front of Adam of where he looks very…different, where I saw a twisted grin widening across his mouth and saw the mask covering his eyes, where I saw blood spilling out under his mask. The clothing he worn is now covered in blood and facing…the killer in front of him of who it killed my mother!

In the middle, he looks like the Rooster that I saw before…but he looks more alive and I saw madness inside his eyes behind that mask. Not radiating out hatred or blood lust, only madness.

All of them are covered in blood and around my surroundings is a crumbling, destroyed Vale where I saw dozens of humans lie decayed on the ground and dozens of Faunus laying besides them died as well…where I saw many White Fang members died in very gruesome ways that I don't want to think about.

All the humans, all the Faunus…are holding weapons against each other and saw the Grimm surrounding them in enticing hatred, blood lust, and madness that I wouldn't imagined that Adam wouldn't hold. I saw all the hatred in the air, violence on the ground, and madness everywhere that I can't think or imagine that this would ever happened…it felt so surreal.

"This is just a warning if you continue following the Bull in front of him and not intervening what he's doing…if you continue the path of the Beast of the Fangs…you only leave yourself to asunder, more hatred, more despair in the air…take a closer look near Adam's feet and hand…you know why." What does he…oh no.

Taking a closer glimpse near Adam's feet…is that me? I only saw my entire head is decapitated and on his right hands is my…

My head…

Adam…why did you do this, why I'm seeing this? Why did he become a monster like the killer and the beast of Grimm?!

Adam turns his head to my direction…when he saw my presence here, he lost the smile and he was in state of confusion. He wasn't him of what I thought of! He wasn't him! He is a murderer like my mother's killer!

I wanted to run away, not wanting to look what's in front of me as I close my eyes and kept running away from that Monster that I used to know!

Who is this Rooster?! What is it doing here? Why is it telling me this stuff?

"…Now I finally understand of what your father is thinking about, I wouldn't mind if you follow the path of the bull. This is a warning if you continue the path…like 'him' I always visited that lead his home to astray…maybe take my suggestion?" What?

"Flee from the bull."

When I heard the Rooster's raspy, broken voice last words…I opened my eyes to see in my rundown bedroom deep within the White Fang's HQ where I felt tears flowing out my eyes and gasping in terror of that dream. Confused of the Rooster presence…

Who is that Rooster, did Adam really become a monster he is now?


Well looks like everyone is losing their minds, did you get a reference of the company from Blake, ay? Ay?

Anyway, this chapter is finished.