Omake 2 - on the prowl and doctor's visit.

"Bugger off and pox take you!" said the Plague-Father as he swung his ladle at the intruder.
"Isha is my wifu and mine alone!"

"Call me!" called a feminine voice from somewhere behind the god of pestilence.

The mighty warrior was hurled over the rotting garden of the Plague God. But even as he flew away he smirked. He had gotten closer than ever before. He had seen what he was looking for. All of his searching had not been for nothing. Next time, he would get even closer and then his father would be up and kicking ass again.

Pity though that he would not get back at his quest as soon as he wished.
The false scent of the warp and the stench of the rot of Nurgle gave way for fresh air, darkness was pushed away by the bright light of day and the sound of people that were celebrating having their gut outside of their body.

Through a warpgate and out of the warp he went only to land on his feet. Before his feet even touched the ground he could hear the warpgate closing.
'Dammit, now I've got to find a way back there again.' he thought as he took a breath of fresh air for the first time in… one? Perhaps two millennia?
"Bah! Keeping track of time in the immaterium is pointless anyway!"

He looked around casually. There were people there. Not corrupted people to boot. They were all scared, obviously. They were ordinary civilians and he was who/what he was. It was only natural. And given that he did not recognized the cut of their clothes or architecture probably meant that they didn't recognize him either.
But even so, they did not panic. In fact, they seemed almost happy to see him. But they did whisper about him being 'one of them'.

His superhuman ears caught every word but they gave no context. Did the people around him mean outsiders, or people in armor? Imperials? Did they mean space marines or maybe even other primarchs? After spending so much time in the warp the terms 'impossible' and 'improbable' had lost a lot of weight with him.
He wanted answers and he wasn't one to beat around the bush.

Stepping forward he grabbed one of the humans. The man shrieked a bit as he dangled by his shift a good meter off the ground.
"Alright, I'm going to ask ye some questions and ye are going to answer 'em."

"Yes!"

"What do you mean by 'one of them'? Are there others like me here? Is this the Imperium?"

"Imper-what? I don't know anything about no Imperium." said the man.
"B-but there are others like you here. Not as big and their armor was different. They came yesterday! At night! Big ships from the sky, killed the grimm dead, that's what they did."

He pondered this for a bit.
Not as big as him and the armor was different and they had come in ships from the sky? That sounded like space marines. The grimm was probably some minor xenos-species or some other crap.
"What color was their armor? What chapter did they belong to?"

"Don't know nothing about no legion, sir. But the ones I've seen have been in yellow, red or black. All three sorts of them."

All three sorts, red, black and yellow armor. And this person had most likely not noticed their heraldry. It could be any chapter, really. Throne, this would be so much easier is Girlyman had just showed his book up his own ass.

"Um?" the man he was holding noticed that he was deep in thought and tried to offer some help. All in order to get down faster.
"If it's any help sir, they came because the Angel told them to when-"

"What!?" The warrior snapped and pulled the man even closer to his face.
"Tell me!"

"The Angel told them to come and they did. I don't know what he is, but he has these large wings on his back."

"Where is he!?" the tone of his voice made the man flinch.

"He is at the hospital! He was injured! Please don't hurt me!"

The warrior growled at the man who threw out an arm and pointed.
"That way!"

He moved. He didn't know what to expect. He needed answers.
As he moved forward, heedless of traffic or the mortals around him he made his way to the hospital. The people shouted and began to run. Some seemed to go fetch for someone around the corner.

Not soon after there was a group of space marines turning around the very same corner.

They all staggered as they saw him. Some of them tried to hail him but he would not stop. In fact, he now went faster. He recognized the heraldry of the Blood Angels, his legion, and the mortal had spoken of some Angel.

Could it be him? But he was dead. Or was he?

At the hospital

"Auw."

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but could you go back to saying 'I'm sorry' again? It was a lot more tolerable that you saying auw."

"I'm sorry…"

"See, that's better."

"I swear, you two are just so hopeless." sighed Livia Arc as she looked over her son and his partners.
"You both went to death's door less than a day ago and this is what you are talking about?"

"We're sorry." said the couple in unison.

"Good, now the doctor told me that-"

Before Livia Arc could go on there was shouting from outside.
"For the Emperor!"
Yep, that was Cardin alright. But who was he fighting?

"Out of my way, ya milksop!"

The doors swung open as Furion staggered in, helmet quite dented.
"My lord, forgive us! We tried to stop him but he-"

"Where is he? I can smell him!"

"Wait." said Jaune. "I think that might be-"

"Brother!"

The doors were literally blown off their hinges as the primarch of the Space Wolves barged in.

"Sigh. Hi, Leman."

"Jaune, is this-?"

"Yes, Pyr. This is Leman Russ, one of my brothers."

"Throne! It really is you! But you're so tiny!" shouted Leman and pulled Jaune up from the bed to look at him despite Jaune's, Pyrrha's and Livia's protests.

"Leman, Please put me down. you 're crushing my ribs. I kinda need those."

"No really. I've seen wolf cubs bigger than you."

"Yes Leman, but-"

"I mean, for Helvete's sake, you look like you haven't fought or fucked anything for decades, you MILKSOP. Have ye no wolves?!"

"Leman, for the love of-"

"I mean, come on, you've got to-"
The wolf king stopped dead in his tracks, sniffing the air. He leaned closer to his brother, still sniffing. Then he sniffed in Pyrrha's direction, leaning close in to get her scent.

"Oh ho ho ho! Brother, I owe you an apology."

"Leman, don't."

"You actually have fucked someone! I didn't think you had it in ya. And it's a pretty thing too."

Pyrrha's face was buried in her hands, hiding her blush. Jaune had told her that Leman had been raised by wolves but for him to be able to tell of their activities together like this was so embarrassing. And that had been weeks ago!

"Alright, alright. Now why don't you tell big brother Leman why you are in this sorry state. And someone get me a drink and tell these Imperial Fist-wannabees to sod off!"

"We are Lamenters!" protested Furion.

"And if ah' don't have a drink in me hand soon, yer gonna lament ever being born. Now git!"

A few hours later

"So she kicked yer arse?"

"We kicked hers just as hard!"

"Doesn't change the fact that ye' got yer arse kicked."

"Alright, fine! You try to do better in my shoes. Let's see how you handle her."

Leman stroked his beard, thinking. "Yes, that sounds like a fine idea. Only I'm doing it in my own shoes. Now don't get yer feathers in a bunch. Just relax and let big brother Leman take care of this. Key thanks, bye."

Just as suddenly he had arrived, Leman Russ departed to find the cunt that had had the gall to hurt his little brother.
Cinder Fall had better be ware, the Wolf King of Fenris was on the prowl.

And so, after the sacking of the Branwen tribe for the sake of gathering information, Leman Russ had picked up the trail of his quarry. He had let them know that he was coming with a mighty howl. He wanted sport and it would have been unsportsmanlike to not let them know that he was coming for them.

The bandit tribe had been a nice little warm-up, but now it was time for the real show to begin.

Cinder and co. were running for their lives. They had been running for days but this guy just won't quit. They all knew that he was just playing with them in terms of endurance. But stopping would be suicide, they knew that. That only left the option of running.
Cinder was really regretting that she was wearing heels right then.

"We can't outrun him!" shouted Emerald.

"Not a problem!" answered Mercury smugly.

"What was that, Merc? You can't possibly run faster than him!"

"I don't have to run faster than him! I just have to run faster than you!"

"Aw, hell no!" said Emerald and threw one of her guns at Mercury's legs. The chain wrapped itself nicely around the legs and Mercury fell down to the ground.
"That outh to buy us a bit of time." said Cinder even as she didn't bat an eyelid towards her fallen 'teammate'.

It did not take long until they heard Mercury's pointless pleas for mercy. The girls didn't care. They were too busy running away.

Something flew overhead and landed in front of them. It was one of Mercury's legs. Their pursuer had not even bothered to stop to finish Mercury off.

"Use your illusions already!" shouted Cinder, fear and panic starting to kick in.

"What do you think I've been doing!? He doesn't give a fuck about them!"

"Do it anyway! Or so Salem help me, you damn street rat!"

He was catching up. He had chased them long enough. It was time to put and end to this farce.
The green-haired one was trying to shake him off again with her mind tricks. It would do her no good. The girl could mess with his his vision as much as she wanted but it would not help her whatsoever.
He could track them blindfolded with only his sense of smell. But this was getting annoying.
"More damn magic." he muttered and hefted the other leg that he had taken of the boy, with the intent of keeping it as a trophy, and threw it.

Emerald shrieked as something hit her, knocking her over.
"Cinder, help!"

"NOPE!" said Cinder as she kept on running for her life.

Before she could even begin to curse at Cinder, Emerald felt herself getting picked by the neck. She saw a snarling face. An inhumanly broad face. She had figured that it was one of the ones that she had seen at Beacon but the one that has been hunting them is even larger than the ones she saw at Beacon.

She cast an illusion, trying to making it seem like she was a large snake about to bite him.
He didn't even flinch.

Was this girl-child still playing with her mind games? Hadn't she learned that it was pointless by now?
Leman could tell that what he was seeing wasn't real. The textures were off, the shades as well. Not to mention the lack of snake-smell.
Leman drew a deep breath. This one wasn't worth the edge of his sword. He saw the confusion on the girl's face and then he roared. It was a roar that could outdo that of a Titan.
The mortal stopped moving in his hand, blood leaking out from her ears and eyes rolled back in their sockets.

He tossed her away, without care. He just hoped the last one heard it. He wanted her to be ready to provide him with a real fight.

Cinder heard the roar, felt it resonate in her very bones.
He was coming for her now. There was no one left for her to throw between him and her, no one to stand in his way.
She increased her pace, hoping that it would buy her some more time. But just as she began to speed up she came to an abrubt halt. She was at a cliff. A quick glance revealed it to be a loooong way down.

That's when he emerged from the trees. He stood about twice as tall as any mortal man. In his hand was a blade longer than one as well. His very presence instilled a sense of cold into her.

"Well?" Cinder is almost surprised to hear this figure speak.
"Won't you draw your weapons? I don't want this to be too easy. Show me the skill that wounded my brother."

His brother? Was this behemoth the Angel's brother?
Cinder hardly knew what she was doing when she summoned her blades. She knew that they were about the only thing that could offer her any protection. But how were her swords meant to stand up to his massive, long, and hard, sword?
She focused. She already knew that he was very large and fast. But she doubted that he was agile. She would need freedom of movement if she was to reach the weak points in his armor.

She attacked but despite the warriors bulk he merely walked around her, merely keeping his blade pointed at her to keep her at a distance. He looked bored.
How dared he!? She was the Fall Maiden! She had beaten the Invincible Girl! She had reduced Beacon to ruble! Who was he to take her this lightly.
She lashed out wildly, too wildly, and overextended. The hulk of a man didn't hesitate to punish her for it. With a swift swing he severed her new arm.

Cinder cried out in pain and leaped back, crasping the severed appendage. That is when he grabbed her.

"Ah was wondering what would break first: yer spirit, or yer body?"
It was a simple enough trick, Leman figured. It had worked quite well on Magnus so why not use it on this one as well?
He hoisted her up into the air, grasping her by the hip and shoulder and then drove her down on his knee. And he did not let up until he was certain that it was over. No running of into the warp for this one.

"That takes care of that. Now let's see if Ah' can't find me some ale somewhere here."

Some other place - a place that no sane human would ever want to be in.

Emerald was waking up. Her ears were still ringing but her head was clearing up. She was laying on something flat, not the stony ground of the forest she had been running through before.

She tried to move her hand to touch her head, to make sure everything was still there and in one piece.
*Thud*
Her hand didn't reach her face. Instead she felt restraints around her wrist. And around the other one! And her legs and everything else!
Where was she? How had she gotten there? What was going on?

"Ungh" Suddenly lights were turned on, blinding her despite her eyes already being closed.

"Succubi and Haemonculi, welcome to the biannual 'SURGEN-OFF!'" said a voice and Emerald peaked through her eye lids. The figure was thin and dressed in… she didn't know what. It looked alien. The figure looked alien. The whole place looked alien.

Tilting her head to the side she saw someone else, a man, restrained just like her. He was scared. Emerald could tell by the smell that he had shat himself out of fear.

They were in some form of arena, spectators all around them, each uglier than the last.

"Let's welcome todays challenger, UUUUrien Rakaaarth!"
There was sheers and applause as a figure stepped forward and headed towards the table where the man had shat himself.
What did it mean? Was there one subject per victim? Who was Emerald supposed competitor? She struggled to get free but it was to no use.

"And in the other corner, the defending champion! Let's give it up for FAAAAABIIIUUUS BIIIILEE!"

The crowd erupted in a mix of cheers, applause and booing. Whoever this person was, was not very well-liked by this creatures.
Whoever he was, Fabius Bile stepped towards Emerald. She could make out a large frame that reminded her of the warriors she had seen at Beacon. But this one had a leather coat strung over his armor and robotic arms reached out from behind his back.

Fabius traced a line across her cheek, as if inspecting her face. "What a pretty face. What soft skin." he said. "I'll enjoy turning it to sand paper."
He said the words in such a way that even the most depraved criminal would have sounded like a saint in comparison.

The mechanical arms behind his back reached out towards her, each holding a different tool. Fabius licked his lips in anticipation.
"Oh, don't worry, little one. I won't let you die until we've won this little game. And if it hurts, scream."

"Ready! Set!" shouted the host. "SURGEN-OFF!"

Emerald screamed, but in the dark city of Commorragh, that's life.

So yeah, not as inspired as the previous one. I admit that. I did have half an idea to write an omake with the fabulous custodes as the second but then I noticed that I had this laying around. So I decided to finish it. Oh well, maybe custodes some other time?