Apex Predator
Ken: Kind of a rarity for you to invite me out of the blue.
Weiss: Everyone els turned down my offer, even Ruby and she always accepts my offers. Said she had Some things to do for getting rid of the decorations they made from their house, you know from Christmas a few days ago.
Ken: Ahhhhh, Winter busy?
Weiss: She doesn't exactly want to join...
Ken: Why is that?
Weiss: Because our purpose for going out is to buy some fireworks, and Winter has some very bad memories of fireworks.
Ken: Oh my what happened?
Weiss: You know those long sticks that shoots flares?
Ken: Ya, what made her hate them?
Weiss: The stick broke and bended all the way to her direction...the rest you can imagine.
Ken: Oh my...was she alright?
Weiss: Yes she managed to live through that, but it did left her being scared of fireworks.
Ken: Well I wouldn't blame her, after that incident I would probably be-...oh someone's calling.
Weiss: Who is it?
Ken: Ohhhhh speak of the devil, its Ruby. (Answers Call)
Weiss: Ruby? Why that no good little...
Ken: What? He's back? Is he really back this time? Cause at this point he's like a ghetto dad, promising to come back but never really showing up.
Weiss: Ken! Stop that! That's racist!
Ken: Sorry, what I meant to say was him coming back is like a meme in this story.
Weiss: Geez we're going to lose lots of people just from that sentence.
Ken: He wants us there now?...Fine we'll be there in a sec...Oh yeah Weiss is here.
Weiss: Have I become nonexistent...
Ken: Yeah we'll be there in a bit just give us 20 minutes...yeah bye...(Hangs Up)...soooooo
Weiss: Yeah yeah I know, get to the studio pronto.
Ken: We're still buying the fireworks right?
Weiss: Hell yeah we are.
Ken: Oum dammit.
Weiss: Hey we're not in character remember, we're in the real world.
Ken: Right...god dammit.
Blake: I'm not even gonna ask.
Common: Well it's not like I have an answer...
Yang: Where have you been?!
Common: Life...
Yang: That doesn't explain shit, you've been gone for so long freaking volume 4 of RWBY is half way over!
Common: Wow it's been that long?
Yang: AMA KILL EM!
(Ruby and Blake holds Yang)
Ruby: Yang please calm down, we're finally back and the first thing you wanna do is crash the studio.
Blake: Yang you've gotta stop this, I understand how you feel but there's no need to be so angry at him!
Common: I'm guessing she's been bottling that up to this point.
Crystal: Well after your little disappearance, we had to look for something els to do until you get back.
Common: Don't you have a creator to move back to?
Jason: That's not the point, we're fictional characters Common. We need purpose not life, I had to sit down and let the darkness of the abyss roam me around just to kill time.
Common: I'm not sure we're to find the logic in that.
Crystal: What he meant was that you abandoned us.
Common: I know and I'm sorry, I'm trying my best here really. It's just hard you know, really hard to continue to do this every week with a new chapter.
Crystal: Simple then don't.
Common: Wait what?
Crystal: Stop making chapters every week.
Jason: You mean quit?
Crystal: No not quit, I meant stop doing it daily.
Common: You mean quit writing?
Crystal: What? No I meant instead of posting every week, maybe try every 2 weeks or every month, maybe even two months...cause if three then you're pretty much slacking off.
Common/Jason: Oh
Crystal: Instead of pumping out ideas every week and forcing yourself to do so, just let yourself rest and stop giving deadlines. Although if you take too long then people will start leaving and forgetting, your only gonna hurt yourself and because of that people are noticing the flaws in your story.
Common: They are?
Jason: They are?...Oh yeah I've read them.
Crystal: If you wanna make a perfect plot for a story then make sure you stick to the basics you left, this way you won't make a lot of plot holes.
Jason: Haha...holes.
Common: That's not really funny.
Jason: Neither is this cession you wrote.
Yang: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh GET ROASTED. And not the me kind of roasted...get it? Cause...I burn.
Common/Crystal/Ruby/Blake: UUUUUUUUUUUGH!
Jason: I don't get it.
Yang: Oh suck it, it was funny and you know it.
Jason: Yeah your jokes are as funny this cessions Common...writes..
Ruby...Okay that was pretty funny.
Common: Yeah...and mean.
(Door bust open)
Ken/Weiss: We brought fireworks.
Common: Oh shit.
Crystal: Wait fireworks? No...get those away from Jaso-
Jason: Can I have a Sparkle?
Ken: Sure (Hands Sparkle)
Crystal: No Jason you better not-
(Explosion)
New Arc, New Opening. For This Arc Our Third Opening Will Be:
(Insert, Daizystripper - Setsubou No Freesia, Here)
Chapter 34: Where It All Began
Ken's POV
If one where to ask me where I was born, I wouldn't be able to answer them. That question has plagued me for years ever since I was taken in by the Markes family, a question where answers just seem impossible to find. Where would I look? Where would I ask? And how will I be able to ease my mind if I never find them? More questions arose.
Who are my real parents? Where are my real family? Are they alive? Are they dead? How did I attain my Grimm powers? Was I born a Hybrid naturally? Was I truly human when my life began?
Where are they now? Are they far away? What is my real name?
Who am I?
So much questions with no answers to be found, thoughts like these made me feel...lonely and incomplete. Lonely because the thought of no longer having to see my real family or we be separated by distance or death.
And incomplete because of my past memory being so...unclear, as if another half of myself was locked away or forgotten. What caused me to forget such a important time of my life? Another question that's yet to be answer, and with more questions came no answer and with no answer came frustration. And with that frustration came confusion, and confusion led to only to uncertainty of my own identity. How was I certain that finding the answers would ease anything. What if finding said answers would only result with even more despair? What if these answers would lead only to my downfall, leaving me with the feeling of finally being whole but empty inside of finding the truth.
"Sometimes there are truths that should never be told"
Honestly that saying applied to everyone not just my own past. Did I really wanted to know? Was I truly ready to learn who I am? What I was? Maybe then I'd find a purpose for all this...fighting.
How I've felt so tired, tired of all of this. Fighting, leading, killing, hurting, saving...all of this. I honestly have had enough, what help can I make to Remnant if this never ending war against the Grimm and terrorist would change nothing in the next many centuries that are to come. What do I really want then?
Perhaps live far away from society, live in a house and maybe raise a family of my own, having to be at peace is what I truly desired. But wouldn't that be everyone's dream? Most likely it would be, especially with Remnant not being the most safest place to live.
But alas Remnant demanded my help, demanded all who can fight their help. There was no escaping this never ending war, whether you can fight or not you'd eventually find yourself needing to fight to survive. It was everyone's battle in Remnant, we were all one. We were a family who fought for freedom, who fought together against the darkness and hate that surrounded us. It's was whether we fight together or not at all, just as many who fought against the Grimm and terrorist for centuries use to say.
United we stand but divided...we fall.
It's a night like any other night, the sky was clear, the wind softly gusting through the leaves of many trees. It was a silent night many could say, the village far from the kingdoms was finally not at harm as it was most nights it would be. The Grimm are to blame for that, but tonight miraculous they decided they wouldn't harm the villagers or at least try to. Not a single one could be spotted near their gates, but if only the same could be said for a certain couple at the far corner of the village. A small house no different from the others, a cry can be heard of a certain woman inside. Many could hear nearby but the village was known for its strong bound with each other, they knew what was going on and knew what was coming. One of the female villagers were about the give birth, and soon they would meet a new member of the family.
"Just a little longer, I can see the head."
"It HUUUUUUURTS!"
"You can pull through, you're a strong women."
"Ahhhhhhhhh!"
"Just a little more so I can pull the baby out."
"I can't push anymore then I can!"
"You'll pull through"
"You try pushing a baby out!"
"Now is not the time for games Jin"
"Well sorry for trying to lighten the-"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh SHUT UP!"
The pain was unbearable, but the thought of finally having to push out your own flesh and blood in to the world you lived in was incomprehensible. Becoming a parent was incomprehensible, it may hurt now but it surely be worth it. The pain would slightly be overpowered by excitement and joy, to see your child in your very arms was everyone's happiest moment of their lives...and this was no different for her.
The process of delivery may be slightly exaggerated but that didn't mean it wasn't agonizing as it was, what was concerning was the many emotions she was feeling during the entire action. Pain, anxiety, excitement, fearfulness, joyful, she was feeling all of this simultaneously.
The world around her was shattering in to many small pieces, everything was beginning to fall apart...that is until a faint cry was heard and silence had later enveloped the entire room.
"I know we said some things, but I'm sure if we set aside our differences, I'm sure we can work things out...what do you say?"
The room was barely visible for anyone to see, if one were to posses the eyes of a Faunus or Hybrid then visibility wouldn't be much of a problem. A man dressed in a lavish blue suit was forced to the ground seated whiles a hooded man blade in hand pointed to his forehead, he had a look that described both petrified and hubris.
Brown eyes glowed brightly in the darkness as it showed bloodlust and focus staring down directly at the man, it was both beautiful but dangerous. Like a marvelous rose but covered in sharp thorns, a person would be enveloped in those eyes. Like a deer caught in the headlights, anyone who was caught in the sight of the man who possessed said eyes Leo Arian would be hypnotized in it's trance-inducing vision.
His blade hidden beneath his wrist was inches away from his target's eyeball, tempted to just trust it right through him like butter. "Hi five?" Said the man.
"Down low" replied the hooded man.
"Wha-"
"Too slow" in a blink of an eye a gun shot was soon heard echoing within the building, men in uniform soon began to rush to the source of the sound.
Little did they know that the one who had cause such scene had vanished from the area and was observing the show from afar, with a paper on his hand it showed a picture of the previous man he had encountered earlier, only now he had a gigantic X marked upon his face.
He left the paper to fly into the winds of the cold night, afterwards fleeing the scene entirely with no trail to he left with. Leo Arian had done his job, assassinate a target for his client, collect the reward then off to see his wife.
He would always be sure to do his job as an assassin as perfect as he tries to be, but tonight in particular was special. He wouldn't mind being sloppy doing this job, he just wanted to return to his wife as quickly as possible. Because tonight was the night he takes on a new occupation to add to his current one. Although calling it an occupation seems rather dull and unenthusiastic, so instead he calls it the most important task of his life.
Tonight was the night he becomes a father.
"And I can't wait to see what my child will look like."
Tired, weak and sleepless was what Serena was feeling, finally the process of giving birth was over but it left her in such a fragile state she couldn't even sit up straight without feeling any sort of discomfort or painful stings. The neighbors and other helpers were long gone after they were sure she could take care of herself, she may be unable to move much now but that doesn't mean she was completely helpless.
Her baby boy was held gently in her arms, quietly sleeping now unlike the last hours of crying after it had taken its first breath. He looked so weak, so small and so pale. She was sure he was destined for wonders but to see her baby so peacefully resting in her arms adorably made her fearful of what the outside world has to offer to him, perhaps she was thinking too far ahead and rather she should think of the now instead of the when...
Avoiding the chances of her son becoming like her husband was the first to come to mind when it came to thinking about his future, the thought of her son becoming an assassin like his father was an awful image to think of. She'd want her son to have a peaceful life if she could, although the choice was not entirely hers to make but she prayed that path her son would take should never be walked.
Perhaps live here in the village and maybe help out the elders and chief, become a simple guardsmen of the village and fend of the Grimm and bandit-...maybe that career is not very appealing either.
Ohhh stop it, reminding herself that thinking far ahead was too earlier for her. For now she only wanted to enjoy the state her baby was in and wait for her husband to return, which is taking far too long now that she mentioned it...
"I hope I'm not late!" A voice came roaring at the front of the house, the door slammed open then heavy footsteps was heard coming towards her room upstairs.
She knew full well who this rude intruder was, the voice gave it all away. But who els would come abruptly at this time of hour to see her, it was Leo Arian as expected. The husband of Serena Arian, the assassin with a heart. "Ummmm hi...I'm guessing I'm late...am I" he attempts to glimmer some humor for his late arrival, but like he expected it had little affect for young Serena.
"You're late...again." She unenthusiastically let's out.
"Well...I lost my track back here for a little bit, so things got a little complicated on the way back."
"If you wish to hold the baby then go change first, I'm not letting any dirty clothes, germs or anyone else's blood touch him." She orderly gives Leo.
"It's a boy?"
"I said get change, you're making the floor dirtier then it already is."
"Alright alright, no need to be so harsh."
With that Leo left the room to change to his casual attire, to see him hold her beloved son with that armor was not to her liking. The outfit consists of jet black pants with a very loose fabric, a belt with his ginormous signature emblem which had the appearance of an upside down pyramid with an eyeball at its center. He wore a long sleeved shirt with very heavy fabric material to go along with his sleeveless dark blue coat with a hood made into it. The coat's end splits into two making it look like he wore hip capes, he wore only one glove on the right hand and his dirty boots didn't make him any more ridiculous.
Serena always wonders how can he be so hidden if he stood out so much from the crowd wearing that outfit, it didn't make him anymore conspicuous he even wore a scarf to cover his lower part of his face. But who was she to question him, he did his job properly with no failures whatsoever.
It's just that sometimes whenever he's done with one job he always comes back all bloody and smelly, kind of one of the reason why she'd wish he retire. But as much as she hated her husband's work, she appreciated his efforts to keep the family fed and safe. At least he only targeted corrupt leaders and fallen individuals, he was not evil no far from it...but he refuses to work under kingdom superiors. Said that in a way they were corrupted in some aspects, at least the good thing is that he was not entirely well know and was fairly an average assassin.
Her on the other hand, well she was a much more capable fighter then Leo was. Besides her current state she was a gifted fighter, a natural leader and talented with the sword. But due to her father distancing her from the life of a warrior, protector and fighter. She never had the chance to become a protector that the village desperately needed more of, she even once spoke about being one of those people they called huntsmen and huntresses.
But due to them living in such a poor environment and not being the wealthiest family they are, she scrapped the idea along with her father discouraging her and persisted Serena on pursuing her father's job as the blacksmith of the village. Even to go as far as taking her as an apprentice, she may not enjoyed it but it did left her an opportunity to make her own weapon.
And with said weapon she was able to develop her skills in swordsmanship alone, her father may have caught her at certain times but she never stopped doing what she loved doing. And the sad part was she would still do it alone, the longing of finally fulfilling her dream of being a warrior.
"You don't need to be an assassin, but perhaps choosing the path to protect other isn't so bad for you isn't it little one?"
No respond.
She expected that much, after all she was speaking to a sleeping baby boy.
Leo on the other hand...
"There happy? I came all the way here as fast as I can just to see our baby, I'm not gonna wait another minute." He persisted already holding his arms out to hold the baby.
"Very well Leo, do be careful though, he is still sleeping." She quietly whispers whiles meticulously handing Leo the baby.
He holds him gentle and delicately in his arms as he rocks him back and forth watching him rest, "So small and helpless, I'm wondering if he ever does inherit your strong sense in beating people up." He facetiously says.
"It's not beating its...teaching discipline and respect."
"It's totally beating."
"Says the guy who keeps a knife under his wrist."
"Hmmm...touché."
Leo does not possess her sense of fighting skill, in fact compared to her his combat skills are pretty mediocre. Not to mention the lacking in the muscle department, lifting a crate would already be too difficult for Leo. Not to say Leo was a better fighter then Serena no no no no no.
Leo specializes in not fighting but simply killing, in the dark, in plain sight, within a crowd, with any particular weapon. Give him a spoon and he'll find a way to kill you with it, his occupation just fitted him perfectly.
"So...have you named him yet?" He looked to Serena.
"Not yet...I waited for your return so we could name him."
He was surprised to find Serena with this much energy, sure she was drained and weak right now but she maintained a very good posture to not show weakness. Even giving birth she stayed strong, makes him question who the man was in this relationship.
"Something meaningful and easy to remember."
"Hmm"
"Something that would make many to look up to"
"Hmm"
"Something perhaps for even the girls would moan over from pronouncing"
"Hmm"
"Maybe even-...Leo? Are you listening?"
"Hmmm...say would you mind if I give him a name?"
She looks at him, wondering what made him want to name their son himself. The sudden change in shift in him, rarely was he ever seen this serious.
"It's just that...if I wanted him to have a name then it should be someone who's helped us along the way."
"You don't mean..."
He lightly brings the boy closer to him, watching him sleep was very peaceful and tranquil.
"Maybe let's name him...Seno...Seno Arian."
"So you're naming him after your father?"
"Yup."
The father of Leo Arian who possessed the same name, how could he ever forget him. His father was the first to support their relationship, the help he's given, the encouragement he gave was much very appreciated. But when the time finally came, he stayed behind to buy them some time to escape from a Grimm raid invading their old village. His mother survived and is well living next door to them, but his father was another case...
Sacrifices had to be made for them to be saved, at that time Serena was only four months pregnant. He held the Grimm off to buy them time to escape, thanks to nearby huntsmen and huntresses they were able to fly off to a more safer area.
For old man Seno tho...he was never found in the now burned down broken village, his body was nowhere to be seen but they were sure he died. Although that was the last time they saw him it didn't mean he was truly gone, he continued to live on in their memories and hearts.
This was the least they could do, to respect the honor and memory of Seno.
"Seno Arian...I like the tone in that."
"Your father would be proud of you now."
"Yeah...he sure would be."
The grunts of Beowolves could be heard around him, the injuries he had sustained was beginning to weigh him down. As long as he hid his negative emotions and out of sight, then he was sure he would be able to escape from the Grimms.
But not only that but White Fang soldiers and perhaps these so called Hybrids? It was easy to distinct based on their eyes and appearance. Some would have a body of a human with a very specific Grimm tail or perhaps another feature, maybe others could have a Grimm shape but have humanly build into it. Either way he did not know how such a army had suddenly emerge, Avery Cole was not exactly in the most brightest of moods.
"To think that these guys were for reals, I never thought they'd come here." He quietly whispers to himself.
His heart beating rapidly, his blood pressure rising, his body shaking uncontrollably. He tries to suppress his fear of them, but knowing that they were near him even from behind a wall made him too uneasy.
This was bad, very bad. Anymore negative emotion he leaks out and he'll surely be caught, and with this many he wouldn't last any longer.
"Gotta find a way out or els this won't end very well for me."
He quietly shifts himself to a better position, currently he was in a prone posture to limit the enemy's sight on him. They may not sense him now but that didn't mean they were blind, the best option so far is the get to higher ground. "And that's exactly what I intend to do."
With a quick motion he climbs up the broken building and begins elevating himself to higher ground, low on ammo and options he had to think of a plan quick. Thankfully he had experience for his mercenary life, he knew what to do and when to react when something goes wrong. Although the situation was slightly different with his enemies being monsters and murderers, it's only just breaking that wall of imagery and they would pretty be no different from any other thugs he'd faced before.
He made sure to climb as precisely as possible, the least that he would want right now is Grimm climbing the building and White Fang surrounding him, even if this building wasn't too high It'd give him at least enough vantage point.
"Oh shit" mistakingly stepping on the wrong footing hold, a small chunk of the third floor had fallen due to its weak structure. The impact making the surrounding area shaken and the sound echoing, the first to take notice was the mindless Hybrid soldiers. The White Fang was the next to take attention then next was the Grimm, immediately the Hybrids took action and stormed the building like a mob. Some White Fang soldiers joins in while the many Grimm had taken interest to the source of the sound, "Well shit I fucked up." He thought.
And in just a small glimpse of a nanosecond...panic.
The Grimm began to roar, the Hybrids were dashing and began climbing at this point whiles the White Fang slowly marched the building. That was all that was needed, in just that nano of a second was all they need to track down their enemy. To sense their fear and negativity by a glimpse of a moment, they were hungry and they were hunting. "Shit shit shit gotta go."
Quickly climbing up from floor to floor he makes his way to the top to make his final stand, Avery was not gonna let himself die in vain here. If he was to go down then if would go down fighting, he won't let death take him away so easily.
(Insert, Modern Warfare 2 TF141 Spawn Soundtrack Full Version, Here)
Making his way to the rooftop, he pushes the rubbles onto the exit as to prevent them from entering there. If they were to meet him then it would have to be from the outside, checking his ammo he makes his move. "Fifteen left...let's make it count."
He takes the first bullet and adjust himself at the edge of the roof and aims for the Grimm, "Since they climb they'll get here first, then they'll be my first priority."
Beowolves were the once climbing, Nevermores aren't by his scene due to them being more occupied by more helpless victims. Holding his breath he takes his aim, seeing the Grimm on his crosshairs he fires his first shot. "One"
One Beowolf falls from the building, now to deal with the others. Avery tries to align his shot with perhaps with one Grimm climbing behind another, but this proved to be more difficult then he could imagine. "I'll have to just shot them down one by one."
He takes another shot.
"Two"
And then another.
"Three, gotta go for the next."
He repositions himself to the next side of the building, finding it to be more crowded then the other. "These guys are closer then from that side."
He pulls the trigger.
"Four"
Again.
"Five"
With the sound of nearby flapping, Avery quickly looks up to find a Griffon flying down aiming for his head. He aimless points his sniper at the Grimm and takes the shot, "Damn...that was close...Six."
The Griffon had its head instantly blown to bits and hits the building from its continuous velocity, it falls to the ground hitting a few Beowolves along the way. "Gonna have to do this faster, those guys are getting closer then ever."
He repeats the same plan and goes for the next side, he fires his sniper.
"Seven...eight...nine."
Seeing that time was passing much faster he goes for the last side of the building, "This is gonna be the last one."
"Ten."
He takes the shot again.
"Eleven."
Then again.
"Twelve..."
He then readjust himself and stood at the middle of the rooftop, he pulls out his sword along with his sniper on the other hand. This was gonna be either his most tremendous come back yet...or truly his final stand.
He inhales Remnant's air for remembrance, this day will surely be one to tale or to remember. If he were to come back alive from it that is, fear had grew inside him and that made his enemies more eager to slaughter him. He couldn't imagine he was gonna be in this kind of situation...but what can a man do.
(End Epic Music)
"Pretty dramatic to make your final stand here."
Avery turns his attention to the source of that voice, two men riding on a Griffon lands on the rooftop with both having the same eyes as his foes. "Black and red eyes? They must be Hybrids...but these seem like more independent once...they're different then the others down there."
"Who are you and what are you doing here?!" He threateningly questions them.
"A helpless AND rude dog, just how desperate can you be." Said one of the men.
"If you don't start explain, I swear I'll-"
"We don't need to explain anything to you, just know that we're here to kill you."
"Alright...guess that explains some things."
"Enough fooling around, Fifteen do the job."
"Well I guess this is better then flying all fucking day."
"Just who exactly are these guys." Without letting him take another step, Avery dashes his way towards Fifteen whiles swinging his sword in a diagonal strike.
Easily blocking this, Fifteen unsheathes his own chokutō half way to making contact with Avery's sword. Seeing this as an opportunity, Avery quickly raises his sniper rifle and aims it directly at the other man Seventeen. Without a second to spear he takes the shot hoping that it would hit him anywhere vital, "Thirteen...He can't dodge this, this bullet is aura piercing."
To his surprise the bullet was easily intercepted, by an unknown force he couldn't explain. To his understanding a red energy field had surrounded him to prevent any incoming projectile, how he was able to summon such an unknown power was beyond him. "Don't take your eyes off the price."
Taking his focus back on the fight, Avery was met with a power gut punch by Fifteen as he clutched his abdomen hard from the impact. "Not even my aura could protect me from that."
He tries to look up to Fifteen but the pain just continues to weigh him down, he slowly backs away from the Hybrid as to get some distance. "Ohhh going somewhere?" Fifteen mockingly asks.
"Oh...just...places..." trying to get those words out was hard enough.
"Places hmm? Like those rocks over there?" Fifteen referring to what was behind Avery.
The mercenary looks at the rocks behind him Fifteen was pointing at, "actually...those are better referred as rubbl-"
He was met with another power punch from Fifteen, this time aimed directly on his head. The force send him flying towards the rubbles, crashing him towards it hard breaking many of them. "Haha I get it." Seventeen mumbled to himself.
Avery struggles to push himself back up to face his foe, but the force from earlier really damaged his ribs. It took a lot of aura from that attack too along with the impact of hitting the rubbles, he summons what little strength he had left to raise his sniper and shoots the gun aimed at Fifteen.
"Fourteen...I've got one bullet le-"
The Hybrid anticipated this and quickly slices the bullet in two striking in a downward swing, he continued to march closer to the mercenary as he tries to stand up.
"Son of a bitch, I've got one bullet left."
Fifteen stops just a meter away from him, "Well this doesn't look too nice for you isn't it."
"This isn't the end for me."
"Clearly it is, unless you haven't been paying attention on what's been happening for the pass few minutes." Fifteen raises his weapon to Avery and speaks.
"Now you've gotta choose, you better pick wisely cause either way what ever choice you choose you're still going to end up dead."
"I won't die that easily."
"Depends really, now dear mercenary you can either pick A...use that last bullet carefully and maybe buy yourself some time but it's not like I'm letting you get away."
"What's the second option?"
"Or you could just simply use it on yourself..."
"Why you!" Avery swing his towards his side but was quickly blocked by Fifteen.
"It's just like I said, whatever the choice you'll still end up dead, but either way...Fifteen isn't your lucky number."
Using his semblance, Fifteen covers his chokutō with lightning and stabs it onto Avery's shoulder. His aura had instantly depleted as it made contact, the mercenary was about to aim his sniper and shot Fifteen but was suddenly missing something to do such action. "Rahhhhhhhhhh"
Retracting his sword from Avery's shoulder he quickly slashes at the hand holding his sniper rifle and takes the weapon away from him.
"Ohhh I'm sorry was that your hand? That was your hand..."
"Raaaaahhhhh" Avery continues to yell in agony.
"Let's fix that shall we." Fifteen this time strikes in a upward attack aimed at his injured arm, Avery attempts to block this attack even already positioning himself. But he would soon find out that it was pointless as Fifteen activated his semblance once more making his blade be shrouded in lightning again, he easily cuts through and breaks the sword severing his right arm in the process. He screams in pain, "Fuuuuuuuuuuuu...you insignificant...ruthless...ba-"
Fifteen picks him up by the neck and takes the sniper rifle he had taken earlier aimed on his chest, "Just like I said...it's pointless."
Pulling the trigger the bullet goes straight through Avery leaving a gaping hole on his chest, the mercenary couldn't comprehend what was happening to him anymore as the life in his eyes began to fade away from him. "Looks like that's one trash taken cared off." Seventeen says approaching them.
"Wanna finish the job?"
"Why not...I haven't killed a single thing since the destruction of Vacuo."
"But...neither did I-"
"No you get to kill anytime you want whiles I watch from afar and plan all day."
"You've been holding that, have you?"
"Ugh, just stretch out your arm." Fifteen does what he was told as Seventeen raises two fingers aimed at Avery, "Gotta...send a...signa-"
Avery could no longer feel at this point, what he saw was a energy beam going straight through him. He couldn't even finish his last thoughts as the life he had left was now drained away, he hadn't expected his final stand to end like this, perhaps if only he had one last conversation with his former partner...Rosa DeLaise.
Finally the Beowolves arrives at the top, "Hmmm, guess they're hungry...eat my lovelies."
Fifteen proceeds to throw Avery's corpse off the building rooftop and fall directly below where the Grimm and Hybrids were. He had put up a great fight, but like many heroes they would soon meet they're match.
He never had the chance to meet the ground, a nearby Beowolf who was still climbing the building had taken notice of the corpse and jumped high to catch his meal. Once it landed it began to vigorously shake the body, nearby Grimm had wanted to take a piece from the corpse. Avery was met with more jaws sinking into him, from other Beowolves to Ursas. They began to pull hard on the lifeless body until finally it was roughly separated, limbs were taken and his body mauled. Many fed on his meat and other ginormous Grimm had just taken the body entirely, all that was left now was his severed head...
And even then life still didn't treat him kindly, even that was effortlessly crushed by a foot of a Goliath. The Hybrids watched from the top, Seventeen grinning ominously and the Fifteen not knowing whether to feel satisfied or horrified...his mind was slightly uneasy. And Seventeen had taken notice of this, "Is something the matter?"
"No...just thinking...that's all."
"Alright...let's get a move on...if he didn't want to die so badly then maybe he should have hid is communication device, he obviously had contact with other superiors."
"Wait so that's why we killed him? I thought it was for funzees."
"I'm more surprised you didn't notice...maybe flying for so long has effected your senses whatsoever."
"Maybe..." He could have sworn he felt his body a lot heavier then it was for a moment there, "Probably just losing my edge...I'll get back in the grove eating a person or two."
"That's good too hear"
Fifteen didn't bother, he let the conversation end as they rode back in their Griffon and flew towards the sky. He didn't understand it exactly, but at that moment had somehow felt a small portion of...doubt.
For Our Ending This Arc Will Be:
(Insert, Chemistry- Period, Here)
Ken:...Well that happened...
Weiss: Indeed...
Common:...
Ruby/Blake/Yang:...
Jason/Crystal:...
Common: Yup.
Yang: Dude your studio just got burned down...and the best you can say is yup?
Common: Well before you guys showed up to interrupt me, I was gonna say-
Crystal: You idiotic fool, how could you just hand him fireworks.
Ken: What are you blaming me for, I didn't know this would happen.
Crystal: Which is why I never hand Jason explosives!
Ken: How should I have know that, besides didn't they say he was an expert in explosives?
Crystal: That's exactly it, he has great mastery in explosives that he can make sparkles into dynamite! Just because you're an expert in explosives doesn't mean that you could regard of the safety precautions!
Ken: And that gives you the excuse to blame me?! Listen Crystal I'm-
Common: GUYS!
Ken/Crystal: WHAT?!
Common: I called you guys here today cause I was going to announce that we have a new studio.
Everyone: Wait what?
(Looks Towards The Left)
Everyone: Oh...
Common: The old one has been there for quite awhile, it's gotten rusty and outdated. Thankfully I had workers move our equipment, I predicted something like this might happen.
Blake: That sounds too clever for you to ever think of.
Common: Now that's just mean Blake.
Ruby: I wanna check the place out, let's go.
Weiss: Maybe this time we can have more comfortable sets then those bearable chairs...and not to mention that awful couch.
Yang: The chairs were bad but the couch wasn't all that uncomfortable.
Crystal: Speak for yourself, my butt felt flat after sitting.
Jason: What changes did you bring?
Common: You'll see for yourself...
(Proceeds To Enter New Studio)
Yang: Now this is a looker.
Common: It's a hybrid replica of real Rooster Teeth sets from the animation studio, to the filmset of RT Podcast and On The Spot decorations.
Blake: I've noticed.
Weiss: Now this I can get use to.
Yang: I was about to say that.
Ken: Not bad, not bad.
Crystal: Now this is a studio.
Jason: Everything looks so professional.
Common: This is a gift from me to everyone els, to symbolize my return to writing this story.
Ken: Oh really? Are you gonna be like those-
Weiss: Ken not here!
Ken: Ahem...are you seriously staying this time? Or are you just gonna make more empty promises and leave again.
Common: I wouldn't be here if didn't.
Ruby: You didn't need to give us this.
Common: Of course I didn't need to...I bought it for myself cause that old studio was really starting to crumble on itself.
Ruby: I was being modest...
Common: And I'm being honest...
Crystal: Dammit Common we sure missed you.
Common: I miss me too.
Crystal: Okay this joke got old quick, you better stop doing that.
Common: Just like this cession.
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Common: Jason? What are you doing?
Jason: (Takes Plug)
Common: Jason don't do tha-
Jason: (Pulls Plug)
(Signal Lost)
Real CommonWriter: For reals tho, I'm back. I don't know when the next chapter will be but I do know it'll be soon, and not the 5-6 months later soon and suddenly you get WOR chapter instead. I mean very VERY soon. Okay goodbye now.
Welcome To The:
Arian Arc
Next time:
Chapter 36: The Village Of Aberdeen.