To Play the Villain

Cheshire clung desperately at the fresh gash that split his throat. His eyes were wide and his mouth hung open while his mind was locked in a state of utter bewilderment. It was as if he was completely unable to fathom the events that had just transpired. In his defense his memory had become a little fuzzy likely due to the blood loss but from what he was able recall he should have had the human poser dead to rights. At least he was fairly sure of it. No, he was completely sure of it. He had the cocky prick on his knees and was just about to claim his prize and then something went wrong. The poser injected himself with something. He wasn't sure what it was but it gave off a strange red glow. Then what happened? That's right the guy had just vanished right in front of him. He remembered turning around after that, he remembered hearing the sound of Alas's voice calling out to him. There was an uncharacteristic concern in his partner's voice that had made him uneasy. After that however was just a blur for him. And now Cheshire was wounded, quite badly if he had to wager a guess.

With that said he still couldn't believe it. He needed to be sure of it and it wasn't until Cheshire had pulled his hand away from the wound and he caught sight of his hand that he was. The deep shade of red that it had been painted in would have made him gasp if he were able and that realization is what had finally broken out of its stupor. He quickly grasped back onto the wound and concentrated his remaining aura on its location in a desperate attempt to close the wound and stop the bleeding. Then after the healing process had begun his eyes stopped staring off into empty space and became laser focused on his surrounding. They began scanning the area for the source of the attack that had nearly beheaded him.

Cheshire didn't need search long however as a moment later his eyes fell upon a dark red mass standing only a few feet away from him. He could tell there was a humanoid figure standing before him but he couldn't quite make out who it was. His vision had become quite hazy and if the deep red stains on both his clothing and the grass at his feet were any indication it was also due to the blood loss.

Cheshire closed his gaping mouth and clenched it to get the slack out of his jaw. When he opened his mouth again he tried to once again call forth his voice. "Hey… pos…er… th…at's…you…is…n't?" His question was followed by a short pause as he broke into a pained and blood splattered coughing fit. Then since the figure hadn't yet made a move he continued his questioning. "H…ow…did…you…do…th…at huh?" He asked the figure but it just continued to remain silent. Cheshire couldn't tell why it wouldn't respond but he was sure it was alive. He could feel its gaze burning into him. The strange thing though was that the figure's gaze was not menacing but rather its eyes seemed almost pitting.

However this type of behavior was almost worse than aggression in Cheshire's opinion. He had never been the type to care if a human hated him or cursed his name. Rather he relished the feeling he got from their glares because they meant he was getting to them. He wanted to fill their thoughts with fear and anger. Make them feel what he used to feel before his life had purpose. Pity on the other hand was one thing he had no taste for. And when he felt it Cheshire's stomach began to tie itself into knots and he felt his rage begin to build up within him. "Don't you dare look down on me, don't look at me like that you filthy human! I will kill yo… *Cough* *Cough* *Cough*" Cheshire snarled before being once again silenced by a second coughing fit. He coughed up clumps of blood and fell to his knees when he was once again hit by dizziness.

That is when the red figure finally spoke. "What's the matter Cheshire? Cat got your tongue?" It asked in a deep distorted voice as it slowly stepped toward Cheshire. When the figure came to a stop directly in front of the cat faunus Cheshire glared up at the figure and could finally make out their features. The creature certainly did resemble the boy he had been fighting moments ago but something was off. His nails had grown longer and sharp while his skin had been completely overtaken by bright red scales and a set of black horns protruded from its forehead. Cheshire wouldn't have believed that it was the same person if it weren't for the fact that one of his twin katana swords was still jammed through the creatures gut.

Noticing the focus of Cheshire's gaze had fallen to the sword in his stomach George reached down with one scaly hand to firmly grasp the blades hilt. "Oh yeah, I guess you will be wanting this back now huh?" He asked before in one swift motion he drew the blade from of his chest and flicked it fast enough to dispatch the crimson fluid that had been staining its so called stainless steel. And the moment the blade had been removed from George's chest the wound it had left behind started to release smoke and a muffled hissing noise as it began to seal shut and scales promptly grew over where it had once been. George spared only a moment to run his free hand over the now fully healed flesh before he hoisted the sword up horizontally to make sure Cheshire could see it. "Here you can have it." He told the cat faunus. Cheshire looked skeptically of the offer but wasn't about to pass up a chance to reclaim his weapon from the enemy. However right before Cheshire could grasp his blade George had reach up his free hand to grasp the business end of the blade and this sudden motion caused the cat faunus to pull away and prepare for a sneak attack. Such an attack never came, however what did happen was far worse. George now with a hand a both ends of the sword began to apply presser on it forcing the two ends towards one another. Instantly the blade began to flex and warp under the strain until it finally gave out snapping in two. Then George promptly dropped the two halves on the ground at Cheshire's feet. The whole time he had a satisfied smirk plastered on his face.

As Cheshire watched his shattered weapon fall to the ground his wide eyes began to twitch. "You…how… could, no…ho…w…dare…you?!" Cheshire groaned out as he reached over and held up the two broken halves of his weapon. After inspecting them for a moment his eyes shot back up to glare into George's bright red orbs with just as much venom and hate as George was now directing at him.

For most huntsmen and huntresses their weapon was considered an extension of their being. Many invested hours if not days in designing, testing, and redesigning their weapons until they were the perfect match for them. During this long process it wasn't unusual for some type of a bond to be formed between the weapon and its wielder. And when that happened, the weapon in its essences became a part of that hunter's very soul. So suffice to say, watching ones weapon being destroyed right in front of their eyes could fill many with a feeling of loss, anger, or even resentment. These types of feelings were not unusual for huntsmen to feel in times like these. However Cheshire was not a hunter, nor was he a weapons developer. He had never spent hours at a workbench fine-tuning his Katana Swords. That's not to say he didn't take good care of his swords but they had just come as they were. They had no moving or interchangeable parts to fiddle around with, just good old fashioned folded steel. That was the way he had always liked it and they had never let him down before. So just like hunters created a bond with their weapons based on the work they put in, Cheshire had his own kind a bond. And his bond had just been stumped on by a lowly human. That was something he just couldn't accept. He would make him pay even if was the last thing he did.

"Sorry, I didn't catch that. Do you think you could speak up?" George taunted.

Without breaking eye contact Cheshire forced himself back on his feet. His amber eyes filled with a raging tempest of emotion but none stronger than his determination. "Sor…ry. Allow…me to try that again!" He roared as the wound on his throat finally closed itself. "Do you have any idea what you've done?!" the cat faunus asked. George only lifted an eye brow in response as if to say that it was a silly question. After a moment without receiving a proper response Cheshire broke into a fit of manic laughter. "That sword was an original! It was forged over one-hundred years ago before the great-war had even been waged! It's worth a lot more than your worthless life and even if I kill you a thousand times it won't be enough to pay off your debt! However don't think that means I do plan to collect!" He declared as he lifted his remaining sword tightly griping its hilt in both of his hands. "I will collect even if I have to kill you one-million times over!" Then with that statement still hanging in the air he seemed to pop out of existence.

George let a devilish grin come over his face as his body became a blur of motion. He dodged out of the way just before a massive blast of what seemed to be magical energy erupted from the space the two had just been standing. The ground itself got ripped apart and lit ablaze before freezing in place like time had just stopped flowing within the blast zone. Then George's attention snapped back towards the white haired rabbit faunus Alas who seemed to have been the source of the attack. A clock like glyph surrounded her feet and several more glyphs were hovering above her head with each of them acting in tandem to collect loose dust particles from the air and focus them into energy. A quick glance at the girl's expression showed that she was furious. Even though her face was partly obscured by her black Grimm mask it was hard not to notice the burning rage in her gleaming red eyes and the ridgedness of her clenched jaw.

George huffed before speaking into an empty space above him. "Ah I see, so you were just buying time so your partner could build up power for her attack. That's quite clever for a brainless manic like yourself, isn't that right Cheshire?" The moment George posed his question almost on queue Cheshire appeared in the once empty space with his blade aimed at Georges head.

"Shut your stupid face freak! Don't think you're so smart!" Cheshire screamed as he brought the blade of his weapon down on the red scaled hunter. This time however George made no effort to avoid the attack but instead simply lifted the palm of his hand above his head and caught the blade in his grip. A low grinding sound akin to the sound of metal scraping against metal was released upon George's hand making contact with Cheshire's sword and soon after the ground beneath George's feet began to crack and brake apart. The force of the blow caused George's knees to bend but they did not buckle and his aura flared out slightly. Otherwise however the attack seemed to have had no visible effect on the huntsman in training. No blood was drawn and no pain was visible on his features.

Seeing this Cheshire's mouth fell open once again and George looked up to meet the cat faunus's gaze. The look of shock on Cheshire's face made a smile come over George's. And George promptly tightened the loose grip he had on the blade to hold it in place. "What are you seriously!? You caught it with your bare hands!? Just what the heck are you!?" Cheshire questioned when he realized George had his weapon in a death grip. "Hey asshole let go ready! Dang it why won't you just let go!" He hissed as he thrashed back and forth while pulling on the hilt of his sword trying to force it free from his opponents grasp.

"Tell me cat have you ever heard of the Dragon Kin?" George asked his captive audience. The expression that ghosted over Cheshire's face suggested that he had but rather than answer he just glared down at George and continued to fight against the hunters grip. Seeing that the cat wasn't in the talkative mood George just went on with his explanation. "The Dragon Kin you see are a very rare type of faunus. And they are said to possess many special qualities. Like just for example they have things like enhanced strength, vitality, and scaly skin that is as strong as steel, just to name a few."

Then Cheshire's eyes narrowed at his opponent as he began to understand and then he scoffed at the other boy before finally speaking. "You really are a freak aren't you?" He asked in a mocking tone before his eyes flickered over to his partner Alas and when he seen what she was preparing they widened in terror. "Oh crap, screw it!" He shouted a second before he teleported away abandoning his sword with his opponent.

Curious to see what could've frightened the cat so much that he would run off without his favorite toy George turned around to glance back a Cheshire's partner. The rabbit faunus had now gathered all of her clock glyphs together in single file line all of which were pointing in his direction and emitting a rather alarming humming noise, like they were building up to something big. "Interesting, is this your big finisher I wonder? Let's see what it can do then!" George roared right before his body once again turned into a blur of motion and the already broken ground under his feet was completely blown away.

"You're a fool!" Alas declared before thrusting her hands forward and channeling her aura into the line of glyph's causing the hands on clock faces to rapidly speed up and a moment later a massive blast of dark green energy erupted from the other end threatening to completely devour George in its wake.

"Sorry I'm not that easy!" George declared before he quickly kicked off the ground to propel himself out of the dark waves wake and once he had he turned his head just in time to see the wave hit the tree line behind him. Oddly enough it didn't destroy the trees but rather seemed to age them. In fact it aged them so fast that they rutted them away almost instantaneously. And the grass under the wave faired no better as it was quickly reduced to nothing more than dry crumbling topsoil. George did note however that the rocks in the blasts path remained mostly unaffected. This was likely due to the fact that a rock didn't have any life to lose. Unless a rock experienced some sort of friction it should be able to last indefinitely. With that in mind he refocused his gaze on his opponent who was wearing an aggravated expression and was biting her lip hard enough to draw blood. It was clear she was less than pleased with his survival. "Oh, you don't seem to happy darling. I'm guessing that was a one shot deal huh? Too bad, that was a pertly cool att…" Before George could finish his statement the world seemed to warp around him until it snapped.


"Let's see what it can do then!" George shouted before suddenly being hit with a massive case of déjà vu. "Wait what was I just doing?" He asked himself with a baffled expression plastered on his face.

Alas mouth curled up into a smile. "I told you already, you're a fool!" She declared as she released her ultimate attack once again.

George's eyes widened as he realized his mistake. "Oh, crap!" As the words lift his mouth his body was already in motion propelling itself up into the air out of the way of the wave of death that quickly engulfed the ground below him. "What the heck just happened to me? How could I have just zoned out like that?! My teammates would kill me if they seen that display!" He berated himself but before he could find an answer the world around him seemed to freeze, warp, and once again snap backwards.


"Oh, crap!" George shouted as he prepared to jump into the air to avoid his opponents attack but right before leaving the ground he noticed that his opponent suddenly adjusted their aim and before he could stop his feet from moving he was already airborne. It was all he could do to change his angle of accent allowing him to just narrowly avoid a wave of green death that evolved the space he would have been otherwise. However he had cut it far too close and his left arm was not as lucky. The green energy shot through his arm and in seconds his scaly flesh and muscle tissue under it melted away leaving nothing behind but dry bone matter. Strangely despite the gruesome display George felt no pain or even discomfort as his arm was dissolved. Just one moment it was fine the next it was a decade husk. And what was most disturbing to him was the fact that neither his aura nor his armored skin did a thing to protect him from the attack.

"For the love of Monty, I don't have nearly the time for this ridiculousness! So why don't you just lie down and die already!?" Alas ranted angrily causing George to be shaken out of his puzzled thoughts to focus on her. Then he watched on as the faunus girl lifted one of her hands up with her palm facing towards him. The same green energy as before was beginning to emanate from her palm while her aura followed suit glowing brighter and brighter. George wasn't sure what she was trying to do but he tried to limber up in case he needed to once again get out of the way in a hurry. However what followed wasn't an attack, instead it was a pained scream. "Ahhhh! No, not now!" Alas wailed as her aura seemed to flicker out and the green energy dissipated. "Dang it, it was too much!"

Not quite sure what to make of the situation George glanced around the area to make sure it wasn't some kind of trick. He though that she might just be trying to lore him into a false sense of security. Once he was satisfied no attack was coming he decided to speak up. "I'm not really sure what's going on here but it seems like your running out of steam. In that case I guess it's about time I finish this!" He stated as he flipped over Cheshire's sword which he was still griping in his right hand by the blade so that he could now grip it by the hilt properly. Then he swung it at the remains of his left arm hacking off the decade remains and letting the husk fall to the ground to crumble to dust.

This action caused the rabbit faunus to give him a confused look. "Why did you do that for?" She asked.

"No since on holding onto dead weight is there?" George responded while giving the rabbit a small shrug, which much to his dismay was now a lot harder without one of his arms to add emphases. He knew he should be more concerned about losing a limb than he was but being a proud member of the Atlas Military did have its perks. One of which included sweet bionic replacements for just these times situations. Though that was later, right now he still had an opponent to beat and a partner to save so there was no more messing around. With that thought in mind he broke into a sprint rushing directly towards the rabbit faunus.

Alas's faunus instincts quickly kicked in allowing her to take up a fighting stance while she broke apart and spread out her glyphs. She couldn't use her trump card anymore but she still had her magic at her disposal and she knew just how to use it. Once Alas had her Glyph's in position she began thrusting her hands forward like she was punching the air and the glyphs reacted by launching magical blasts in George's direction. Much to her annoyance the strange human continued to be elusive. George flipped, side stepped, dunked, and dived around every shot Alas fired at him effortlessly. Alas couldn't believe what she was seeing, his speed and agility were far beyond that of any faunus she had ever seen let alone a human. While Alas launched her attacks she was trying desperately to keep distance between her and her lightning fast attacker but it proved nearly impossible. Every second George was coming one step closer to bearing down on.

Alas knew needed to try something else so she reached into one of her pockets to fish out her trusty pocket watch. It wasn't much of a melee weapon but it was far better than trying to fend her opponent off with her bare hands. However before she could pull the watch from her pocket George had finally closed the distance and was now swinging Cheshire's sword with the blade aimed right for her throat.

Before Alas could react to the attack herself the space between her and George began to ripple. Then Alas heard the voice of her partner Cheshire call out to her. "Alas get down!" He shouted a second before he popped into existence in the once rippling space between his partner and their opponent. George's borrowed blade was promptly intercepted by a set of familiar short swords that were now wielded by the vanishing feline.

George glanced down at the weapons being held by his opponent and found that Cheshire was now wielding his own weapons. Weapon being the only thing George could call them since unlike most hunters he had never named them. Not because he disliked the weapon but rather because they were not weapons of his choosing. Those blades had been given to him by the eggheads back home to test out and so they were never really his. Because of this he just never had much sentimentality for them. With that said however, he still rather liked the feel of having them in his hands and the way his aura was able to flow through them so easily made them very special to him even if he had no real emotional connection to them. "Those belong to me, give them back!" George demanded.

George's response caused a smile to come over Cheshire's face. "Sorry you know the rules, finder's keeps. You really shouldn't leave something so valuable just laying around you know." He retorted as he fought to hold George off.

George let out a slow sigh. "Suit yourself." He groaned as his aura began pouring into his barrowed katana sword. The energy stretched out past the length of the blade nearly doubling its length and causing its edge to become super heated allowing it to begin slicing through his former weapons.

Realizing what was happening Cheshire's expression became slightly panicked. "Ah Oh, Hey Alas a little help here!" He shouted back at his partner who was already a step ahead of him. Her arms were both raised towards George and a set of nozzles were extended from each of her stolen bracers. Alas nudged her head to signal Cheshire to get out of the way and he quickly took the hint and vanished into thin air. Good thing he did because not even two seconds later and Alas squeezed the built in triggers releasing twin streams of roaring flame that quickly engulfed their opponent.

Alas's smirk had returned now that one of her attacks had finally connected but it was short lived as George began wading through the flames towards her position seemingly affected. "What, you got to be kidding me!" She complained.

"Sorry to tell you this but Dragon Kin scales are fire resistant." George stated in a matter of fact like tone before kicking off the ground and throwing himself forward through the flames and with one swing of his sword he cut both of the stolen bracers free from Alas's arms causing them to fall to the ground broken and hissing sparks. This caused Alas to jump back in fright and when she did she tripped on some loose soil and toppled over onto her rear with a thud.

George stopped for a moment to inspect the bracers lying on the ground and grimaced. "Just as I thought these don't belong to you either so I will be taking them back when we are done here. First however I have a question for you." He declared before he jammed his borrowed sword into the ground and he stumped forward to grab the faunus girl by the head and hoist her up into the air. Alas squeaked and started to squirm desperately in his grip but it only made him grip even tighter which caused the black Grimm mask covering the upper part of her face to shatter into pieces and litter the ground at their feet. Now with the girls face partly revealed George pulled her in closer to look directly into her eyes before speaking. "First you are going to tell me where Ember is and what have you done with her!" He demanded.

Alas began to chuckle as she looked down at her capture. Their red eyes meeting and each exchanging equal amounts of contempt. "Where do you think she is huh? She's six feet under where you humans all belo…AHHH!" Alas was cut off as George strengthened his grip further.

"Hey did you know this serum I'm currently using is a new blend? And you see it's still a little incomplete. I wasn't planning on using it so soon but you kind of forced my hand. You see I wanted to great a blend that maximized my physical strength, speed, and durability so I did some research to figure out what faunus displayed these traits best. What I ended up with was a mix of Bull, Lion, and Dragon Kin faunus DNA. The strength, speed, and vitality advantage this mix gives is indeed incredible. However since it hasn't been properly tested there's one problem with it I didn't foresee until now. The problem being that, no matter how hard I've tried I just can't seem to bring my aggression levels down to a safe level. I feel so very angry right now that I can hardly keep myself from crushing your skull like a walnut! Now then, I know you're lying, so why don't you just tell me the truth before it comes to that!" George threatened.

"Go strew yourself you abomination!" The rabbit faunus hissed through clenched teeth.

George let out another low sigh before shaking his head in disappointment. "It's a shame really. Now that I got a good look at you, you're actually kind of cute. Oh well, Ember's enemies are my enemies so I guess there was no way around this!" He roared as he tightened his grip further causing Alas to begin to scream and flail violently as crushing pain shot through her skull like lightning.

"Stop it you freak!" Cheshire screamed as he warped in on George's right side and took a swing at the boy's last remaining arm with both of his weapons. Without releasing his prey George jumped up off the ground and delivered a bone shattering kick to Cheshire's gut causing his aura to sputter and die as he was sent flying backward and crashing through a tree where he came to stop and lied motionless.

"Che…shire…" Alas groaned.

George chuckled to himself almost manically as he took in the sight of his defeated and nearly broken opponent held aloft by his draconic claws. "Hey how crazy is this scenario? To an outsider looking in, I almost feel like they would think I'm the villain in this situation." Alas's tried to respond but could only manage a weak groan as she continued to flail around in George's iron grip. Despite himself George couldn't keep a grin from spreading across his face while watching his once powerful enemy struggle so desperately. "You know though, I think I'm finally starting to see why you guys enjoy this type of thing so much. Being heartless and cruel! Having all the power but none of the responsibilities that come along with that power! This feeling, it really is liberating!"

"And… you people… call us… crazy?" Alas finally managed to retort.

George's burning red eyes narrowed on the rabbit girl in his grip while all traces of amusement seemed to leave his features. After a moment of silence he allowed himself to scoff. "I guess you would know all about crazy wouldn't you? After all they do say it takes one to know one." He retorted before he strengthened his grip on Alas's head causing her aura to flicker violently one last time before it completely failed.

The moment Alas's aura fell away she released a shriek of pain as felt the full vice like pressure fall upon her skull. The sudden pain she felt was so intense she could no longer formulate anything even remotely resembling a language. Almost all thought was lost in this pains intensity. The only thing that her mind could process was that she was likely about to die and she needed to do something. She tried to struggle but she had no strength to break free. She tried to rewind time but had no aura left to activate her semblance. She tried screaming for help but she could no longer speak.

With no options left open to her Alas felt her will to fight slip away. The fact that despite his words George still considered himself a 'good guy' and wasn't the type to internally kill his opponents was lost on her now. Her body would no longer respond to her commands. There was nothing she could do, she had failed. Alas felt her vision tunnel as she began to black out. Then right before everything went black she spotted something move in the corner of her eyes. A red garbed figured surrounded by a strange darkness, a darkness that almost seemed alive. "Mis…tress? I'm… sorry…" She thought to before finally slipping into unconsciousness.

Special Extra OC Interview with Alas

"Hello once again my dear readers, that's right it's me your friend Sillva. And as I'm sure you've guessed by now we are here for another interview. If you missed the first one you can find it in Cardin and the Snail Girl Chapter Remembrance Team Chorus. Last time we interview the snail girl herself Cail (Last Name Blocked). Now where is here? Well in the Black Wings jungle HQ of course.

"Hey who are you? How did a human get in here?!" Alas shouts as she rushes towards me only to stop dead in her tracks when she realizes who I am. "Oh it's you again, don't you have anything better to do? Like I don't know finish righting this story?"

"Oh, Alas your such a crack up. So do you happen to have a few minutes to spare for an interview? Our fans are dying to learn more about you."

Alas sighs and pulls out her pocket watch to check the time. "Fine if it will get you out of here. You have ten minutes."

"Alright, you ready for the first question?" I ask while busting out my note cards.

"Yes, now can we hurry this along!?" She groans.

"Very well, the readers were wondering just how old you are. Care to fill us in?" I ask.

"Don't you all know it's rude to ask girls such things? Oh well, if you must know I am four and a half years old." She responded in her usual standoffish tone.

"Come on Alas, I thought we were being serious. This is for the fans remember?" I responded.

Alas gave me a confused look. "I am being serious. I was born on February 29th after all. So my birthday only takes place once every four years. If you wanted to know how long I've been alive you should have been clearer. I have been alive for about 18 years, 5 mouths, 21 days, 12 hours, and 31 minutes. Are you happy now?" She asks while shooting me a glare.

I have to take a moment to adjust myself before responding. "Yes, thank you Alas. Anyway let's move onto the next question. It's about your name."

"What about my name?" She asks while raising an eyebrow.

"Well alas is a commonly used word in the English language but it seems rather odd for it to be used as a persons name don't you think? What chain of events could have come about in order for you to possess such and unusual name?" I ask.

Alas seemed taken back by the question. Both her tone and appearance became far more somber when she began to respond. "I guess it is unusual huh? It's been awhile since I had to think about. You see I was born to an unfaithful mother. Despite the fact that both my mother and father were human I was born a faunus, needless to say my father was furious but for one reason or another they stayed together. I was very young at the time so my memories of them are vague but, from what I do recall they were in the public eye a lot and liked to play the part of well adjusted family. So they would give me what I needed to survive but nether of them really seemed to care for me very much." Alas seemed to realize that she sinking into her seat and took a moment to sigh and straighten herself.

"Umm, if this story is too difficult we could move onto another question. I mean we could always save it for a real chapter." I tell her.

Alas shakes her head. "No it's fine. The story is almost over anyway. You see my father was the one who chose my name. My father considered himself a just and forgiving man but, that couldn't be further from the truth. You see by allowing my sinful mother stay with him and offering me a home he felt like it entitled him to do as he pleased. It is not like he ever truly forgot or let alone forgave my mother and it's not like he had any love for me what so ever. He just wanted to use me as a symbol of her betrayal. That's why he named be Alas. That way mother could never forget that I wasn't what they wanted." She explained as her voice began to crack and tears started to roll down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry, I had no idea your childhood had been so traumatic. Seriously I don't recall writing any of this." I said while trying not to sound as nervous as I actually was at the time.

She nodded to me while wiping away some of her tears. "It gets worse." She choked out which actually made me cringe slightly. "A few years of that mental abuse and mother simply couldn't take it anymore so she tried to kill father. It was a grave mistake however. You see father was a specialist in the Atlas military at the time. Mother was just a civilian with next to no combat training so she was the one who ended up dead instead. And of course since it was self defense father got off scot free. To his credit though, father still kept me around after that if only to keep up appearance. We spent the next few months like that before my real father found out about what'd happened to my mother. My real father had joined the White Fang by then but he still had feeling for her, so he wanted revenge. Using his connections he had no trouble tracking us down and when he did, he killed my father in his sleep. Funny enough he had no idea about me at all. He only knew that my parents had a daughter. So I think he had planned on killing me as well but, when he realized I was his he lost his nerve. Since I had no where else to go and biologically I was his daughter, my real father took me in. That's when my life really turned around. He fed me, clothed me, and trained me to become a member of the White Fang and fight for the rights of our brethren. And when I was finally ready he introduced me to the person who gave me a reason for being."

"Wow that umm, sure was something. You know I only asked about your name. I didn't expect your whole origin story. Is all that really true?" I ask.

"Nope, I made it all up." She says with a straight face.

"What, but you were crying?!" I shouted causing Alas to pull out and show me a small bottle of fake tears. "When did you, who did you, why did, oh never mind!" I rant as I feel the beginnings of a headache coming on. "Can you just tell us how you really got your name?"

"Hey don't get so bent out of shape just because I'm better at telling stories than you." She taunts causing me to shoot her an angry glare. "Oh is that a sore spot my bad. If it will make you shut up and leave me alone then fine," Alas huffs. "I'm a criminal remember? I can't just go around using my real name. Why, well because that would be stupid! So that stupid cat and I had decided to pick out code names to use in the field."

"Alright fine but what made you choose Alas of all things?!"

A small smile came to Alas's lips. "Because that stupid cat chose Cheshire and wanted me to choose Alice so we would have a matching set. So instead I went with Alas to constantly remind him that you don't always get what you want. And just so you know it still pisses him off to no end." She said while letting out a light chuckle. "Oh and by the way fans, you can still pronounce it as Alice if that's easier for you, it's not incorrect. The only one who isn't allowed to call me Alice is Cheshire okay?"

All I can do is just shake my head in frustration because I'm only now realizing that I have created a monster. "Listen Alas, Alice, whatever. We're running low on time so how about we move onto the next question?"

"Sure, I'm ready." She responded.

"Are you going to answer seriously this time?" I ask.

She gives me an almost offended look. "Of course, I have been serious this whole time!"

"Sure you have." I said dryly. "Anyway onto the next question, is it true that you're albino? And if so, what is it like to suffer from such a condition?"

Alas rolls her eyes. "What the pale skin, white hair, and bright red eyes weren't a dead enough give away? Yes I'm albino. And it's not so bad. It's kind of like being a vampire, you know just minus all the cool superpowers. My skin doesn't really tan it just kind of burns when it's exposed to the sun for too long and my eyes are very sensitive to the light. Luckily my Mistress doesn't much care for bright warm places either so it works out. Mistress always picks the best places for our hide outs. About the only place I can't stand is this one, our Jungle HQ's location was chosen out of necessity not comfort, so there isn't much that can be done."

"Hmm I see, I could have done without the sass but it was very interesting nonetheless. Alright, it looks like we have time for just one more question. We all want to know, just what is you're relationship with Cheshire?" I ask.

Alas gives me a confused look for a moment. "What do you mean relationship? I mean we've known each other for a long time now but it's always been a professional relationship. Well as professional as a group of revolutionaries can be." She responds.

I nod along. "I see and do you think your relationship will ever become more than that?"

Alas's eyes began to narrow until they were laser focused on me. "No, there's not! And don't think I don't know what your doing!" Alas shouts as she stands up from her chair and points an accusing finger at me.

I cock my head to the side and fain innocence. "Whatever do you mean Alas?"

"You're trying to Ship me with that stupid cat aren't you!? Oh that is so typical! Just because we spend a lot of time together doesn't mean we have feelings for each other!" Alas roars as she stomps her feet on the ground.

"Oh calm down now Alas, nobody is saying that. With that said however, if it's what the fans want then…"

"I said No! Screw the fans! I refuse! I will not be paired up with that selfish asshole and you can't make me!" Alas rants.

"Now you shouldn't say that Alas, I'm the writer you know? Technically I can do anything." I retort in a menacing tone.

When I said this, Alas shot me the coldest most blood thirsty glare I have ever been on the receiving end of. "I would like to see you try!" She hissed in an even more threatening tone.

A wicked grin spread across my face as I pulled out a pen and my note pad. And the sight of which caused Alas to flinch slightly. "Alright Alas, you asked for this." I retorted before pen met paper and I began to write.

"Hey what are you doing!?" She asks as Cheshire finally notices the interview set in the middle of their HQ and comes over to investigate. Noticing his approach Alas feels her heart shoot up into her throat. "Hey stop it!" She yells at me. "I mean it quit! Don't make me hurt you!" She threatens as Cheshire steps onto the set.

"Hey Alas, what's going on here!? What's this filthy human doing in our base!?" Cheshire shouted venom practically dripping from every word as he inched his way closer until he stud directly in front of Alas glaring down at her. "Did you let him in here?! If you don't want to die you better answer me rabbit!?" He roars as he grabs Alas by the collar.

"I, I umm, it wasn't…" Alas suddenly hit by nervousness, she wasn't used to Cheshire acting so aggressive towards her. She had known that he was passionate about their cause but, she was never sure just how much until now. She almost found his level of commitment respectable. Not that she would ever tell him that. The chances of that were even less then her really betraying them. Not that she would but the thought that he wouldn't hesitate to kill her if she betrayed them sent a shiver down her spine.

With that said Alas couldn't tell if the shiver was one of fear or perhaps something else entirely. Could it possibly be excitement? "No it couldn't, now would you better stop writing nonsense!?" Alas cuts in as she pulls away from Cheshire's grip to glare back at me.

Then Alas's attention was brut back to Cheshire when he genially places his hands on Alas's shoulders. Alas could feel grip tighten and his fingers beginning to dig into her skin. On reflex she pulled back one of her arms and clenched her fist so she could beat him off of her. However when her eyes focused on Cheshire something seemed off. His head was now hanging low and shoulders were shaking. "Are you crying?" Alas asked as she raised an eye brow.

"I've lost too much Alas. I can't lose you too, you know that right? You're my lucky charm. If even you give up on me I don't think I keep on going. I know it sounds selfish and stupid but, if you really want to leave then you will have to step over my dead body." Cheshire declared in a sober tone.

Alas just looked back at me. "Really, you suck!" She jeers as she steps closer to Cheshire and pulls him into an awkward hug. "It's okay you stupid cat, I'm not switching sides and I'm not going anywhere so don't worry." Cheshire nods as he leans into the hug and raps his arms tightly around her waist and pulls her in closer while she begins to rub small circles on his back. Felling like she's weathered the worst of my attack Alas lets out a sigh of relief and glances back at me with a proud grin which faded when she noticed my own. Suddenly Cheshire's grip around Alas's waist tightens as he hoists her up off her feet and bringing their faces to eye level. "Umm, Cheshire what're you doing?" Alas asks apprehensively.

"Alas the truth is," Cheshire paused as looked longingly into Alas's bright red orbs. He had always thought her eyes were beautifully in an otherworldly kind of way. Like two blood stained moons reflected in pools of endless white nothingness. He had to force himself to look away from them he had to finish what he started. When he did he found his eyes drawing lower, down to Alas's pale red lips. "The truth is that I have always, for you…" He tried again as raised a hand up from her waist to lift up her chin.

"Cheshire, what're you…" Was all she could get out of her mouth before she felt a sudden jolt shoot through her brain as Cheshire's hand came to rest on her chin, she soon realized that his face was inching closer and closer to her own. When brain finally caught back up to her body she suddenly felt her heart begin to pound in her chest completely out of her control. "Stop it, my heart's fine!" She shouted back at me before glancing down at her own chest and grimacing. "You traitor." She whispered to herself. Alas looked back into Cheshire's amber eyes that were closer than ever and she could see the burning desire within them.

Alas new she was almost out of time and she could feel a surge of heat coming to her face as she braced herself for what was about to happen. "Alas, I need you!" Cheshire declared thrust forward the rest of the way pulling Alas in for passionate and forceful kiss. Alas struggled in vain to break free of Cheshire's iron grasp. As much as she didn't want to emit it physically speaking he was far stronger than she was. And her strength was fading fast. She knew that she needed to figure out something and soon or it would be too late. She could already feel her limbs beginning to go to mush and her mind was starting to blank as well. She couldn't let this ship happen. She couldn't let me win no matter what it took.

After managing to clear her head enough to think for a few seconds Alas knew she only had one way out of this situation. Her last resort when everything goes wrong. So she tried to lifted her hand and focus her aura but her hand dropped limp and her aura went haywire when Cheshire deepen their kiss and forced his tong into her mouth. She couldn't stop herself wondering how he got so good at this. "I… am… not wondering that!" Alas spat when Cheshire came up for air. Cheshire breathed in deeply before closing in once again. Before he connected Alas got feeling back in her arms and realizing it was her chance. She lifted her hand and forced as much aura into it as she could manage. When she did the world around them seemed to freeze in place with Cheshire's lips not even an inch away from her. Then everything seemed to snap backwards with a pop.


A Few Moments Earlier

"Alright, it looks like we have time for just one more question. We all want to know, wait hold on a minute. Didn't I already read this question? Hey Alas did you…" I ask as I turn to glance at Alas who cheeks are painted red and looks like she had just ran a marathon. "Hey what happened? You don't look so good."

Alas just shoots me a hateful glare before staggering to her feet and marching of set. Once she's a few feet away she turns back to look at me. "To answer your question, it's never going to happen!" She declared before running off.

"Umm well that was interesting I guess. Remember readers, the writer can be both your best friend and your worst enemy. It's really all about prospective. And with that see you all next time. Remember to leave your suggestions for next item."