It's OK, Omega is here! Back again with another One-Shot for Remnant's Bizarre Adventures. This time we're going into the B of RWBY with Blake's Stand! This fight takes place during the Adam VS Blake and Yang fight from Volume 6, I believe. The events are a lot different than canon, primarily because I didn't really want to go back and watch this episode.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

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Ruby's voice sounded from the coms. "Blake, are you in position?"

"Almost there," Blake said as she bounded from tree branch to tree branch, carving a path through the forest to that massive iron tower ahead of her. She needed to shut off the receiver attached to the top; simple, but very important.

Blake didn't love the idea of her team, and her friends, risking their lives out there while she got the easy job. There weren't any guards or soldiers posted all the way out here; it was completely abandoned. Climbing the tower was child's play; Gambol Shroud's ribbon got her to the top in seconds.

She shifted her katana to gun mode and aimed at the transceiver, but, before she could pull the trigger, a chill ran down her spine. Something wasn't right; she could feel something, someone, watching her. Blake spun around and aimed her weapon, but no one was there. Nothing but a sea of green trees.

The sound of grass and leaves crunching reached her ears. Blake turned towards the noise and saw a flash of red, and her stomach dropped.

Suddenly, the mission wasn't important anymore. Blake leapt off the metal tower and hit the ground running with barely a sound coming off her boots.

She knew who it was she was chasing, and she was done running away from him.

Blake descended the tower, and when her feet the ground, she was face to face with the source of so many of her nightmares. Her grip tightened on Gambol Shroud as Adam grinned at her. There was a dead Atlas soldier near his feet; guess that explained why no one was guarding the tower. . .

"Adam, what are you doing here?" Blake glared at him, tightening her grip on the sword and sheathe of Gambol Shroud.

"Doing what I should have done a long time ago," he said.

Blake barely had time to react; Adam was still so much faster than her, even after all this time. Blush shot Wilt into Adam's hand and he lunged at her. Blake leapt back as the tip of his sword scratched her clothes.

Adam was relentless. It was taking everything she had just to keep up with him. Gambol's katana crossed Adam's sword; sparks flew off their connection while Adam leaned in close. "I've been waiting so long for this, waiting for the moment when you didn't have them with you!"

"Why won't you just leave. Me. Alone!" Blake pushed his sword back. Her boot planted itself in Adam's stomach and he went tumbling across the ground.

"I need you to understand what you did to me," Adam roared; he slid Wilt back into its sheathe. The red on his body began to glow as he charged his semblance. "I need you to understand how you hurt me!"

Adam unsheathed his sword and a wave of glowing red death came shooting toward her. A boost from her own semblance is the only thing that saved her. Blake slid behind a massive tree trunk as the wave tore apart the ground.

Blake peeked out from her hiding place and fired her pistol three times. The bullets either missed or hit Adam's sword. "You tried to kill me, you psycho!"

A growl ripped itself from Adam's throat as he charged her. Blake threw Gambol at the highest branch she could and swung away. She couldn't beat Adam right now— not yet.

Adam chased her like she knew he would. Bullets flew past her, narrowly scraping her body as she swung through the trees. She didn't realize Adam had thrown his sword until the last possible second. Wilt's blade flew past her and, instead, sliced through Gambol's ribbon.

Blake hit the ground with a mighty thud. Her instincts flared again and she spun onto her back with Gambol's heavy sheath in her hand. Adam's sword sank into the thick metal. The tip was less than an inch from her face; if she was a second slower. . .

Her semblance flared around her and she was out from under him. Blake took off running again across the forest. It wasn't time yet, not yet, she needed to keep him preoccupied. The hand not holding her weapon was typing away at her scroll, that is until a stray bullet shattered it.

"Calling more of your friends?" Adam asked. "No, not today, this is between you and me, Blake!"

Blake grimaced and started running faster, using her semblance to propel her across the forest. Wouldn't be much longer. Eventually, he managed to chase her out of the forest towards a stone bridge overlooking a waterfall.

Adam's breathing was ragged, but he had a wide, blood-thirsty smile plastered across his face. "Finally, no more running, you've got nowhere else to go."

Blake's eyes drifted toward the sky. The sun was starting to set, dipping towards the horizon. She planted her feet and glared at Adam. "I am done running from you."

"You say that now," he said with a growl. Adam charged forward, sword aimed to skewer Blake like a shish-kebab. He could tell the moment when Blake replaced herself with a shadow. His sword sank into the copy as Blake reappeared several feet away.

Adam growled and tried to lunge at her, except. . . his sword wouldn't budge. He looked back at the clone, and a fist planted itself in the side of his face. His eyes scanned the place where the clone was, but there was no one there and his sword was free and safely in his hand.

"What—?" Before Adam could comprehend what had just happened, bullets started flying past him from Blake's pistol. He charged, swinging his sword in a wide arc as she leapt out of the way with another clone. The clone was bisected, while Adam kept his eyes on Blake, which is why he didn't see the fist that smashed his nose.

A frustrated scream ripped itself from Adam's throat. Rage boiled in his stomach like a pit of acid, and Blake dared to laugh. "What's wrong, Adam, having trouble keeping up?"

"Shut up!" Adam roared as he slid Wilt into its sheath. Energy swirled around his body, turning his red hair neon, and he slashed. The wave of death shot toward Blake like a missile, she didn't even move.

His strike detonated, kicking up dust and bits of rock, and Adam thought he'd won. He expects to see Blake lying on the ground, aura gone, covered in blood. But, when the dust cleared, there wasn't even a strand of hair out of place.

Disbelief ran through Adam's body like an electrical current. "H-how. . .?"

"The moment I decided to stop running from you, was the day something inside me clicked." Blake's body was wreathed in dark-purple miasma. Not the gentle glow of aura, but something entirely new. Her gaze sharpened and Adam, for the first time in a long time, felt a shiver of fear. "The same day I met [Black Parade]!"

For the first time, Adam saw it clearly. That purple miasma separated itself from Blake and morphed into a humanoid figure. It was an exact copy of Blake, made of the blackest shadows and with glowing yellow pits where her eyes should have been.

Before Adam could process what was going on, Blake and her copy charged him. They moved in absolute sync, each one moving in to strike with their massive cleaver sheathes. Adam blocked the attack from the real Blake, fully expecting the copy to be another harmless shadow.

Which is why it hurt so much more when her cleaver smashed into his side. Adam felt his aura crack under the blow as he went tumbling across the ground.

Blake's shadowy copy disappeared as Adam rose back up to his feet. He could feel his aura just barely hanging on by threads. Adam glared at Blake and spat on the ground. "So your semblance has evolved? It doesn't matter, you won't be leaving this place alive, Blake!"

"Not my semblance, Adam," she said with an almost lethal calmness to her. That purple miasma returned, glowing brighter than before. "Black Parade is my Stand, not my semblance. It's something much greater than I could have ever imagined back when I was following you. Let me prove it to you!"

Blake charged forward with her katana in one hand, and her cleaver in the other. Adam grimaced and tried to meet her in the middle with Wilt—emphasis on tried. He couldn't move an inch; his body stood frozen as Blake raced toward him.

Adam started to panic, unable to see what exactly was stopping him from moving, but then his eyes trailed along the ground and his heart nearly stopped. The setting sun had stretched his shadow across the ground and there, on the ground, Blake's shadowy copy had his shadow pinned.

When he saw it, Adam could suddenly feel the way his body was being held still. The pressure he felt on his limbs mirrored the places where Blake's. . . Standheld his shadow.

Dread pooled in his stomach as Blake's swords came crashing down. They shattered his aura into pieces and carved an X into his chest. Blood seeped into his clothes, turning his coat an even darker shade of black.

Adam watched as Blake's Stand released his shadow and the pressure on his limbs disappeared, but that didn't stop the aching pain in his chest. He fell to his knees as Blake stood above him, his blood dripping from the combined edges of Gambol Shroud. And that Shadow, that wretched thing, hovered over Blake's shoulder like a demon.

"I'm not afraid of you anymore, Adam," she said; her gold-colored eyes were like daggers pointed at his very soul. If Adam wasn't already on the ground, he would have fallen to his knees. "And I am never running away from you again."

That look in her eyes. . . Adam can't stop himself from hating it. Rage floods his veins like a drug and pushes the pain in his chest to the very back of his mind. He stands up, Wilt in hand, and slashes wildly. For a single moment, Adam could see the red glow of his semblance reflected in Blake's eyes. His attack struck her point-blank and sent her flying.

"You don't get to look at me like that! No, not yet, not after what you did to me!" Adam ripped his blindfold off, revealing the SDC emblem branded into his skin. He snarled, rage pouring off of him in waves. "You're not the first to hurt me, but none of them have hurt me like you did and I will never let you forget it!"

Blake pushes herself up, stumbling, choking back gasps of pain from her shattered aura. When she looks at Adam, she doesn't see any resemblance to the man she used to know and it made what she was about to do so much easier.

"You don't get to decide when I move on, Adam, I do." Black Parade swirled around her body, coating it in a blanket of cold, liquid shadow. It dripped down to her weapons, making them larger and sharper. "[Black Parade — Disenchanted]!"

Time stood still as ex-mentor and mentee glared at each other from across the clearing, then, everything began to move. Adam slid his sword into its sheathe as his body glowed neon red, highlighting the blood dripping from his chest.

Blake lunged forward on waves of shadow spilling from her feet. Before Adam could draw his sword, she was there. Gambol Shroud in hand as she plunged its shadowed edge into Adam's chest. Blood spilled from Adam's mouth; the neon-red glow slowly faded away into nothing.

Black Parade drew back; Gambol Shroud shrank back to its normal size and the gaping hole in Adam's chest was empty. He stumbled forward, blood pouring from his wound. Adam reached the edge of the cliff, and he fell. Down, into the churning waters of the waterfall, where she would never see him again.

A single tear crawled down Blake's cheek as she slid Gambol Shroud into its proper place on her back.

The sound of a motorcycle engine hit her ears and Blake looked away from the waterfall. She could see Yang some feet away, on top of Bumblebee, giving her a small smile and wave. Blake felt herself return the smile, something that always seemed to happen whenever Yang was around.

"Hey, I got your message, took care of the tower for you," she said. Yang peeked over Blake's shoulder, seeing the carnage, but not much more than a scratch on Blake herself. "Everything alright?"

Blake climbed onto the back of Bumblebee and collapsed against Yang's back, reveling in her natural heat seeping into her weary bones. She smiled. "Couldn't be better. . ."

-OK-

Stand Name: Black Parade

Stand User: Blake Belladonna

Namesake: Album by My Chemical Romance

Destructive Power: B

Speed: B

Range: D

Durability: A

Precision: A

Developmental Potential: B

Shadow Manipulation: [Black Parade]'s Stand Ability is the manipulation of shadows. As Black Parade is a physical manifestation of Blake's own shadow and her semblance that produces Shadows, it has a wide range of powers and abiltiies. Black Parade can manipulate a person by attack their shadow and, in Disenchanted mode, Black Parade can enhance its users Physical abilties in exchange for some measure of durability. While in its normal form, Black Parade can not be harmed by nothing short of a direct hit and it can, if given the time to react, can split itself so that attacks pass through it, much like the Bari-Bari-no-Mi from One Piece.

Also Known As: She will carry on

Also Known As: They're gonna clean up your looks with all the lies in the books. . .

-OK-

I'll be completely honest, I wasn't entirely sure what Black Parade was truly capable of doing even as I was writing this. My initial notes for this chapter were essentially 'Hey, wouldn't it be cool if Blake's Stand was actually just her Shadow Clones made sentient?' and the rest was primarily improv.

Anyway, if you've got any questions or remarks, feel free to PM me or leave a review, I love to hear back from you all. I hoped you liiked it and I will see you all next time, OK is out!