Drexel's Cave Home – Drexel's Mind - Drexel's Point of View

I honestly missed her: Cinder was there since the beginning I can remember. Its hard to hate the shorter girl pressed against me, but difficult not to want to take her life.

I know what will happen if I fail to do so.

I know this because I saw it.

I know there can not be any victory against you as long as she lives.

I know what she means to me.

I know this life of crime cannot go on.

I know my alternatives.

I know that choosing what appears to be the empirical good encased within Beacon is best for the world.

I know that siding with the Heiress of the Schnee Dust Company is a sin of its own.

I know that I am a sinner myself.

I know that by the end of today I will kill my last childhood friends.

I know that I don't want to.

I know that makes me more so the monster I am killing them to avoid.

I know that I am a weapon designed for no more than this.

I know that I this is justified, enough at least for me to live on without suicidal wishes.

I know that this is right, assuming that you, Omega, are wrong. No story should ever end.

But

I will enjoy the remainder of this day with these two guests. The door has sealed for that reason.

I know that just moments ago, they were conspiring to destroy me.

But

I honestly have not even a dying ember of will left to offer Cinder. I love Weiss. It really isn't my choice, scrying took being able to choose such a thing from me. I hate it. I want things to go back. I liked being evil. I choose it, rather than picked up a powerful emotion which had enough strength to become perpetual. I as a weapon am being activated at the chemical level, which is influencing my brain and therefore my subconcious mind to take these actions. Microexplosives and Steve aren't the fail safe, Weiss Schnee is this paradox!

I want to go back to the time of calling this girl my "Big Sister" just to deter Roman's prying, the time when Steven was the comic relief and sassy fire ferret in my life, when Roman and I would try to sneak off for an extended smoke... I enjoyed being a murderer.

But

I know that at the end of this night, I will hate the two females seated around me.

I know that although I do not feel this emotion now...

I know that I will take the bloodthirsty slaughter which they offer Vale to the architects of such demise.

I know that soon I will be purified into what I was built to be: the sole Honor Guard of the Lorian High Council, currently and collectively known as team RWBY.

There are no "buts" at all: every path in every universe and time leads to this moment. Either you have begun to win, or lose. The plunge begins now.

Enough of taking part in this facade, I am no servant of these people who see them selves as good. What was this crap, of scrying feelings for some girl with an elitist background? Why do I baby these weak teenagers at this school? The plunge will be into hell: I'm taking this world down with me.

Emerald Forest – Drexel's Home - Drexel's Point of View

Some hours have now passed. Cinder has finally left, claiming a need to use the washroom.

"Hey Steve? Please sit next to me. There's something I want to tell you."

Moderatly surprised, the slightly stung faunus picked her way over next to me, sitting about a foot away. Before should could resist, I quickly got up, picked her up in a bridal carry, and brought her to the hidden storeroom where I keep virtually my entire supply of everything. With just a nod, I told her everything I wanted her to think and know.

"Really Drexel? All this time?"

She looked beautiful when stunned and apparently moderatly lovesick. Either that, or she's constipated. No matter, I slowly began to lean forwards, and close my eyes as she did the same. Quickly opening my own back up, I moved behind her without her notice, and did a quick spinal tap which firing a deadly bolt of electricity up her spine and into her brain.

She collapsed falling backwards, and I caught her, gently making to lay her on the floor. Down on one knee, I whispered in her ear the following:

"I always knew that you were waiting only for a convenient moment to betray me. My life to you is the property of the highest bidder. I don't need friends like that. Later I will discard you as you planned to toss me aside. This is what you get for trying to crack into my computer. I will never forgive you."

Standing up, I made my way back to the living room. Before I sat down, I dimmed the lights and lit a few candles. I want this next kill to me memorable, at least for her. All the same, they made life easier, and deserve more than a grusome death. I don't belive in unhappy death for those once close to me. Besides, this must have some irony for me to laugh at: seduce a living weapon of mass destruction? Ha! I'm not some malleable plaything (of anyone but my builder(s)), I am the fire and forget weapon of the most powerful kingdom of Remnant!

Well one of their said weapons, but hey: I have enough firepower to knock out kingdoms, and unlike you, I can reload. Not to mention that I'm the only sentient fire and forget weapon made to die. Fear me at least a little.