As an apology for uploading the last chapter a day late, have this one a day early!

Roland would not say he was upset. He would not say he was unhappy, nor would he say he was displeased, despite what others observed. No, Roland never classified himself as unhappy, for he had three main feelings of anger. There was anger, the kind that made him lose control of his semblance, usually resulting in massive amounts of destruction. After anger, there was annoyed, a feeling that team RWBY managed to deliver all too often with their constant shenanigans, always burning or freezing something. But by far the worst was the final feeling, and that was when Roland was pissed.

And Roland was unimaginably pissed.

The reason pissing Roland off was so much worse than anything else you could ever imagine was because when Roland was pissed, not only did he not care about anything that happened to him, but he was also conscious. When Roland's semblance managed to escape and reek havoc on the world around him Roland himself wasn't in control, and therefore, whatever happened to you was going to be fast and painless. But now, Roland was in control, he was conscious, and he was oh so pissed, to the point where he could probably wipe out an even larger chunk of the forest than last time without even thinking about his semblance. But this time, he going after a person, not a forest.

So as Roland stormed across campus, eyes on fire, feet stomping against the ground, no one even considered getting in his way. By this time everyone knew about him, and no one wanted to end up being turned to ash because they rubbed him the wrong way. Even the older students stayed well out of his way, watching him storm past and saying a silent prayer for whoever Roland was looking for. He may have been smaller, weaker, and less experienced, but the two swords and eight pistols combined with the demon-like powers made for an intimidating figure, even to the oldest and wisest of students.

The boy watched as people shuffled slightly to avoid getting in his way, pleased that people were finally starting to realize that is he didn't seem to be in the best of moods it was in their best interest to get out-of-the-way. As he walked, he thought about what he would say to the person he sought to find. Being scary wouldn't be that difficult, the idiot was probably a massive coward when the going gets rough, but a bit of pre-planning never hurt anyone. But after coming up with situation after situation that would undoubtedly strike fear into the fool's heart, he decided that it would be much more fun to just wing it. Roland came up with all his best plans on the fly, all of said plans working out in the end. Plus, he had always like improv.

What would the best entrance be? Should he knock on the door, wait till they answered and then slam his fist into their face? Nah, too sudden, not enough intimidation involved. Maybe bursting in would be better? But then he would have to pause for a second to find his target. But what if that idiot wasn't even in the room? The entire team could have gone out, it was sunset on a saturday after all. Roland would have to come up with something, and so he consulted himself, a tactic that had always worked before.

"So what shall we do then?"

Don't ask me mate, this was your idea. If I had it my way we'd be sleeping right now.

"You always want to sleep. Now come on, think of something, I need help."

Hey, here's an idea. If ya need help, how about you go ask a real person instead of talking to some voice inside your own head!

"You're an ass, have I ever told you that?"

Many times.

"Stupid thing…" Roland did question his sanity at times like this, wondering if the multitude of personalities in his mind that all liked to speak to him at unannounced times meant he was insane. But he could question his mental state later, and for now, decided to throw caution to the wind.

"To Hell with it."

Roland raised his leg until his knee touched his chest, took a deep breath, then kicked the door as hard as possible. He expected to see the wooden rectangle go flinging open, but surprised himself when not only did the door move, but flew into the room, taking a large chunk of wall with it. But he didn't have time to be surprised right now, and so he stormed into the room, giving it a once over and finding the person he was looking for immediately.

Cardin Winchester.

It filled Roland with joy to see that idiot's eyes grow with surprise, and the extra stares from his teammates only made it sweeter. The poor excuse for a hunter was leaning against the window that all the dorm rooms came with, and Roland came up with a plan before anyone could figure out what was happening. The door was already in pieces, so he might as well go all out.

"What do you think you're do-" Cardin was cut off due to Roland's hand wrapping around his neck, and next thing Cardin knew he was being held over a massive drop, looking up at the straight-faced boy whose grip was the only thing keeping Cardin up.

"I must say Cardin, you have a very beautiful view. But alas, I'm feeling a bit impatient at the moment, so I'm afraid the sightseeing will have to wait." Roland didn't get to use his naturally evil personality very often, so when it came to moments like this, he savored every second of it. Being a good guy was fun and all, but got incredibly boring after a while. But being a villain, now that was something Roland would never get tired of.

"What do you want?" Cardin had to admit, he was horrified at the moment. He had gone from reliving the memories of making fun of Velvet to being held out a broken window in a matter of seconds. But he couldn't let Roland know that, otherwise he'd be giving the boy exactly what he wanted. Plus, Cardin knew Roland wouldn't do anything, otherwise he'd be expelled.

"Good question, and one that had many answers. But I'll cut to the chase. You have been a source of displeasure in the life a one rabbit faunas for a good while now, and I think it's time you give it a break." Roland nearly dropped Cardin when he saw that stupid grin spread across his face, that idiotic look of cockiness fill his eyes.

"Oh, so that's where the bunny ran off to this afternoon. Why should I stop when there's no one to stop me?" Cardin thought he had Roland all figured out. Unfortunately, Roland wasn't a very predictable person.

"Well you know what, I guess you're right. But oh dear, it seems my arm has grown very tired." A grin spread across Roland's face, one that contained so much evil only Satan himself would be able to copy it. Cardin's eyes widened with horror as he felt Roland let go of him.

As much as Roland would have loved to watch Cardin explode against the sidewalk below, he was in no mood to go to jail for murdering someone. So, reluctantly, Roland caught Cardin by the collar of his shirt, laughing as the larger boy latched on to his arm.

"Now Cardin, what you going to do about Velvet?"

"L-l-leave her alone! Now can you pull me in?"

Roland laughed again, his deep voice only making the devil inside him more apparent. "I don't know, didn't seem very sincere to me. I think I feel my arm beginning to ache."

"No! no, no, no, I'll leave her alone, I swear I will! I won't ever bother her again, I won't even look at her anymore!" Now that was something Roland could believe.

"Well then, I think those words have given me a new strength." With that, he yanked Cardin back into the room, perhaps a little too hard as Cardin stumbled a bit when his feet hit the floor.

"Now, I'm afraid I'll have to leave. Places to go, people to see, all that good stuff. But this was fun, don't you think? Too bad we're never going to do it again." Roland crossed the room quickly, paying no attention to the stunned team CRDL. Just before he left, he paused in the doorway and stared straight at the stunned leader.

"We won't do this again, right Cardin?" He only received a rushed nod in response, but it was enough. By the look in Cardin's eyes, he wasn't going to even consider bothering Velvet ever again. Hell, he probably wasn't going to bother anyone after this encounter.

"Splendid. See ya around." Roland gave a small wave, as though the four people in front of him were his friends, then left. He couldn't keep the smile off his face as he walked through the hall, basically skipped down the steps, and flung open the main door, taking in a deep breath as he felt a sense of accomplishment. He might have gone a tad bit overboard, but all in all he thought it was worth it. Unfortunately his feelings were crushed when he heard an all too familiar voice yell out his name from behind him.

Ah yes, now for the inevitable consequences of holding a student out a broken window by his neck. In hindsight, Roland should have been prepared for this, or seen it coming at the least. He turned around, just as calm as ever, to see a very upset Glynda Goodwitch walking at a very brisk pace. She was getting ready to speak when Roland held up a hand to silence her.

"I realize exactly what I've done, and I regret nothing. Now then, shall we go to Ozpin's office?" Her face went from anger to confusing then straight back to anger after he finished.

"Follow me young man. The headmaster has some topics that he wants to discuss, and luckily for you, it does not involve the show you just put on." Glynda's words confused Roland, but he followed willingly anyway. If Ozpin wanted to talk, it meant that something wasn't the way it should be, and Roland was in the mood for a bit of trouble.

Besides, he didn't have anything else to do.

"I'm sorry, you're sending me where? And for what reason exactly?" Roland was confused, all this was happening too fast.

"You're being sent on what we call an extermination and scouting mission." Ozpin was talking like this was completely normal. Like there was nothing wrong with sending a student into uncharted territory where who-knows-what lived.

"Yeah, I get that part. I'm talking about the bit where you're sending me into Grimm infested lands that no one has ever returned from!" Roland had tried to be nice, to stay calm. But he was done with Ozpin's calm attitude towards this.

"It's a necessary part of our survi-"

"I don't give a damn about how necessary it is! I wasn't scheduled to go out for another two weeks, and now you think you can just drop this on me and send me out the same day?! That's a load of bullsh-"

"Roland, I understand this is very sudden. But we need someone to do this job."

"Then send someone who finished their training! Send someone who's qualified for this crap! Who in the right mind thought it would be a good idea to send a kid out there?!" Roland was standing now, slamming his hands on to Ozpin's desk as he looked the man in the eye.

"You know you can do this." Ozpin refused to react in any way that would upset the boy any more. But so far, staying calm wasn't doing all that much.

"What the Hell are you on? Do you remember what happened during my initiation? Allow me to give a small summary; I. NEARLY. DIED."

"I'm sorry, but you have no choice. You'll be leaving in two hours. I suggest you get ready." Ozpin decided that trying to reason with Roland wasn't going to do any good. He would talk to the boy again before he left, but for now, it was best if Roland had some time to cool off. But Roland was far from done.

"Tell me why you're sending me! There are hundreds of others! Are you trying to get me killed?! Do people really want me gone that badly?!" Those were the words that finally made it home with Ozpin. The man should have remembered how Roland thought, how his mind had become accustomed to isolation and hate. Ozpin had forgotten how many times Roland had been beaten to the point where he almost died, how many times the boy had been tricked into situations that almost cost him his life. Roland wasn't angry because he was having this kind of burden put on his shoulders, he was angry because he felt that he wasn't wanted, to the point where people were trying to kill him.

"That is not what this is about." Ozpin would have to explain now. He didn't have a choice.

"Then what is it about Ozpin?! You always know what will happen! You always have everything planned out, just like when you sent me and Ruby into that damn deathtrap! So what is this about?! ANSWER ME!" Roland's fists slammed down again, but this time they went straight through the wooden desk. Roland could feel blood slowly start to cover his hand as he let his fists lay still. He didn't care. He didn't care about the injury, about the desk, about Ozpin or anyone else. Roland was sick and tired of caring. He was done.

"I'm sending you out there because I don't trust anyone else like I trust you. I know how you fight Roland. Put a knife in someone's shoulder and the pain will eventually get to them, and that will bring them down. But if someone put a knife in you? You'd just pull it out, laugh, then kill them without a second thought. For regular people, pain is a hindrance. For you, pain is your friend, your fuel, the thing that keeps you going when everyone else has collapsed."

Roland's gaze softened slightly as Ozpin spoke, but that familiar rage was still there. Roland wanted to speak, but found that the words refused to leave his mouth, and so Ozpin continued.

"You may have arrived a year late, but that doesn't mean you're behind. In fact, you are far beyond anyone at this school, anyone in Vale to be honest. And that is because everyone had help when they started. Every hunter or huntress chose their weapon, chose their style, chose their school and chose their teacher. But not you. From birth, you were forced to adapt. You weren't given a choice, you were given a life and nothing more. They've been fighting since what age? Nine, ten at the latest? You've fought for your entire life. They got summers off, weeks away for Christmas and Spring Break. What did those holidays mean for you? Extra torment and challenge, more pain and suffering."

"What are you trying to say?" Roland finally managed to speak, but just barely, his words being much weaker than before, carrying much less force.

"I'm saying you're strong as stone a just a ruthless. You can do things that would cause others to faint because you learned that a conscious will only go so far. You learned that emotions hold much more power than muscles, and you aren't afraid to be bad. I'm sending you out there because that place is a replica of what it was like for you growing up. Those beasts are ruthless and cunning, and so are you." Ozpin's words were working. Roland knew the man was sincere, and because if that his rage slowly subsided, replaced by understanding.

"I need a mind that can adapt in seconds. One that isn't afraid to be the bad guy if it means winning. One that's so ruthless it makes Hell look like a field of daisies. And I'm afraid your mind is the only one that matches that description." Ozpin watched as Roland's eyes cycled through emotions, eventually closing as the boy let out a long sigh.

"You're explaining my sudden disappearance to Elisabeth." Roland ripped his hands from the desk and wiped his knuckles on his clothes, leaving blood stains in their wake.

"So you'll do it?" Ozpin might have let a bit of excitement slip into his voice, but didn't care all that much at the moment. Despite how cheesy his little speech may have been, it was true. Roland was the only person capable of going into uncharted lands and returning in one piece.

"I better get some homework passes after this. So help me Christ if I come back and Oobleck is on my ass about makeup work I'm going to kill someone." Despite his attempt at a serious mood Roland couldn't keep his lips from curving up slightly. A little bit of praise went a long way with the boy.

Ozpin grinned as well, silently thanking Roland's ability to switch moods so quickly. "I'm sure we can arrange something. Now go get ready, you'll be gone for at least a month." Roland flinched as he was told how long he would be gone.

"Good Lord, an entire month?"

"At the least." Roland flinched again.

"Elisabeth is gonna be pissssssssed."

"I'll explain it to her. I'm sure she'll understand."

"Yeah, and I'll help you clean the wound after she claws your eyes out." Roland and Ozpin shared a small laugh before the boy walked towards the door. Just before stepping out, he heard Ozpin call his name one last time.

"Yeah?"

"Be careful out there. You're much more important than you think." Roland gave a small laugh.

"Please Ozpin, name one time I've done something dangerous." And with that Roland left, lightly closing the door behind him.

"It'd be much more fun to try to name one time you haven't…"