Returning to the grave 3
A half mask, that now represented the white fang. Was held loosely within his grasp, it had brought doubt to him. Was he, making the right choice? Was he really making, a difference? Before he was apart of, the more peaceful resolution. To bring them rights and equality?. His heart and his pride, where pulling him back and forth. A game of tug of war, a battle that still shook his core today. Shaking his head, he stood up, grabbing the assault rifle that laid next to him. The old dusty ruined factory, that his team was in, was just like everything else. Forgotten, discarded too rot and decay.
Walking a few paces, where he knew the break room was, he headed for the sink turning it on, the always cold water that greeted him. Splashing and washing the grime and dirt away, he looked deep into the mirror in front of him. A light auburn mess that was his hair and at the top just poking out where two light red ears that stood tall and faded into black on the tips. His eyes a light sky blue colour that he received from his mother as father always says. A bit of a square face with a gentle curve around his clean shaven chin. Watching himself in the mirror he spotted movement behind him.
A girl no older than seventeen walked in holding a shield and a rifle, with a flick of her wrist it turned into a gladius. Sliding it home on her left hip, her red bushy tail gently swaying. "So what's the news today?" Watching her carefully from the mirror, he couldn't read her expression through that mask, that the white fang now wears. A tired sigh left her lips as she seated herself, a hand rubbing just above her mask. "Adam wants us to scout more, towards the east. Saying that something isn't right about that part of the city." Was her soft reply. Closing the tap and turning around so he could face her, leaning back against the counter and folding his arms. "I wonder what got his attention, for us too check again?" His right ear twitched from a new source.
walking through the entryway was a very large bear of a man his war hammer lazily resting on his shoulders. "Turns out Helix. They caught short bursts of encrypted radio waves. There old but the boys managed to crack it. And found bits of communication in Solitas and something else." He trailed off, thinking of how to put it. "What do you mean. Something else?" Spoke the young lady.
Before he could even say anything, another entered. A man well within his mid twenties, his mask was different from the rest, it had more markings and covered more of his features except the small strands of whiskers and his rather large ears of a mouse. "It doesn't matter. We have a task, and we will complete it. In and out. That's all they are asking for." He spoke calmly, then gestured for them too follow him. "Get the others ready too move. We have a good distance too cover." With conformation from the others, with a light tug hoisting the strap around his shoulder.
It was mid day as the empty street they traveled on was clear. No cloudy rain in the blue sky, or Grimm roaming about around them, he could feel that this was going too be a good easy day for them. "Hey itchy, you doing good?" Shifting slightly, he spotted the only person in there fifteen group. Scratching away at himself while he rested his halberd in one arm. "Ah ha, ah ha. No! I have you too thank for giving me the hives! You know, god dam well, that I'm allergic too that brand of chocolate." He could practically, taste the sarcasm from that laugh and his distaste for his current situation.
"Come on Itchy. I said I was sorry about it." The rear guard said waving his sword as he spoke. "Itchy, Rust. Shut up already." Seethed out the young woman as she held her head, but her red bushy tail flicking in agitation. "Come on Alloy. Give me a break here as I try too mend this." As rust walked faster to maintain his speed with Itchy. Walking side by side with The hound. Before he could do anything, a call of. "Hold up." With a fist raised, the group stopped, and spread out with their arms raised and ready for any attack. "What Did you hear Adelina?" He pulled out a small package, with a map. Protected by a thin plastic cover it was the size of a small tablet. "Alloy. Check your scroll for an up too date map." He called out. Still running his hand over the map, turning it this way and that way in confusion.
"What's up Adelina?" Looking over his shoulder, he spotted one of the few men in his group holding a regular weapon. Then what huntsman and huntress use. His hood was covering his head alongside with the half mask. "Look what's in front of us helix. And tell me what I see wrong here." Holding up the map, so they can both see. He began tracing there position where they where and towards the blank spot, just one kilometre in front of them. Moving his sights from the map and towards the street that shouldn't exist.
"That's not suppose too be there. We should be seeing the open fields and the forest." Adelina spoke loud enough, for everyone too hear him. "Orders sir?" As helix step beside him, holding his assault rifle lax. "We do as we where ordered. Go in, and get out, with what we find in there." Storing his tools and equipment, he hoisted his bastard sword in one hand and a small kite shield in the another. "Stay on guard. My instincts, are screaming at me not too go in." But he still moved forward, with his team right behind him.
Helix couldn't help, but feel the hairs stand on edge. The sight before them. It was wrong, so very wrong, in a sense that anything going in. Will never come back out. "We shouldn't be here sir." Stopping a few steps Adelina turned slightly towards helix. "We found what we where ordered to find. Let's head back. And call it in." A tired sigh escaped Adelina as he fully faced Helix. "I know. but I have orders too follow through till the end." Gritting his teeth, Helix let out a sharp snort through his nose, his ears posed themselves in a threatening manner. "Look. Sir. This place, it feels like it was ripped strait out, of a horror film." He callously spoke the word sir, but it carried trepidation as he fully faced, the ruined street before them.
"I agree with Helix." A boar of a man stepped up beside them. A rather large coat covering his large build, nearly six feet tall, his heavy war axe resting on his shoulder, the mask mostly covering his features. But the two boar tusks where deformed from many battles. His face was set in a grim determination as they faced the ruins. "As much as I, have done for the white fang. This will be the first, that I'm not willingly too follow through with. I can smell blood... lots of it."
Helix was still facing the new edition. The longer he looked, the more minuet details he began too spot. Signs that held unfamiliar literature. And stone work that could only be found in the oldest parts of a city. "Come now, old friend. There hasn't been anything, that we've pulled through before." Glancing over, he watched Adelina place his hand on his friends shoulder. "This one, will be just like the rest. That you're gut have felt like it wasn't worth it." With a huff and a snort, he hefted his battle axe more comfortably along his shoulder, yet ready too strike with the slightest provocation.
It had only been fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes that left, Helix and the squad unnerved and already, he wanted too leave. It was quiet, a very unnerving silence, that Mount Glenn couldn't reproduce. There should be something here. To it give life, but there wasn't any songs of birds, or the Grimm prowling around.
Taking a quick glance towards his team, he made a quick head count. Itchy and Rust where strangely quiet, aiming there now transformed weapons at homes they passed and alleyways. Glass crumpled and cracked under Alloy's boots, she stopped suddenly at the sound, along with the rest.
"My god. I have never, felt this way before. I'm jumping at shadows and sounds, right now." Rust spoke up, lowering his SMG. As Alloy lifted her boot, she paused at what she stepped on. Crouching down, she lifted the broken frame of a family, of eight. A mother and father, with six children in a black and white photo. Before she could say anything, an explosion of hot searing pain, rippled across her upper right chest. Just slightly above her breast the steel armour compressing and warped.
Watching her fall backwards, Helix couldn't comprehend, on what he was seeing. Then he heard it. A solitary loud crack, reverberating down the street, his ears flinching towards the sound. "Alloy!" Someone yelled out her name. Snapping out of his stupor, he grabbed the back of her shirt. Dragging her slumped form, into one, of the many stores around them. "Where did that come from?" Laying her down, Helix quickly checked her pulse, it was still pumping, but at a much slower pace. checking again, he found where the round had struck.
There, just above her breastplate. A small disbursed powder, round and silvery was there. Reaching over, he felt along the surface, feeling the small dent. Unclipping her straps and removing her armour, a relived sigh escaped from him. There wasn't anything that he could see, glad that there wasn't a bloody hole. "Alloy... hey. Come on girl." Lightly slapping her cheek. Her hand struck his away weakly, followed up with a coughing fit. "God dam-it!" Trying too take in mouth fulls of air, she rolled onto her side coughing more. "Fuck." Reaching up, her hand felt along the affected area. "I. Am so glad, that I've invested into Kevlar... dam. That's going too hurt for a long time."
Helix shook his head. "You should be thanking you're semblance. For taking most of that blow. Fritz take over for me." Switching roles with one of his squad mates. Charging the bolt, he levelled it at rest. Across from the street, he spotted Adelina with Racine, Rust and three others with him, inside a bakery. "Is Alloy alright? And did you see where that shot came from?" Shaking his head in the negative. Helix leaned out of his cover, seeing nothing but a desolate street and a large complex at the end. A tickling sensation crawled up his spine, quickly he ducked back, feeling wood splinter and the disturb air that the bullet left behind.
"That wasn't a dust round." His shaken voice left him. "That's not a dust round." He spoke again. He felt a hand on his shoulder, pulling him away. "Helix. What did you see out there?" Looking over, he was met with a worried look, from his fellow member her eyes full of worry. "Helix. Calm down and breathe." She spoke up placing a gentle hand on his cheek. Then gesturing her hand too breathe in and out. Following her movements and exercising the motions, he began too calm.
"Helix." Turning swiftly across the street he spotted Adeline, tossing a radio over. A puff of dirt splashed just a little beyond the street, then followed by the rifles crack. "Bastard tried too shoot the radio in the air." A surprised Itchy spoke up as he caught the radio in hand. Checking over the radio, he found no damages, a relief sigh escaped him. "Turn it on frequency 106.z channel 7." Turning the knobs and dials it rang too life with Rust speaking "Dam, that was some shot. If it managed too hit the radio in the air like that."
"Fritz how's Alloy?" Helix took up position next to him, seeing Alloy nursing her bruised shoulder. "She'll be alright. It's nothing that will keep her down." Releasing the talk, a short chuckle came back. "I doubt anything will keep that fox down for so long. She's stubborn as that general from Atlas." Shaking his head. He took a quick glance towards his group. With a slow inhale he let it out slowly before speaking again. "Get Adelina, we need a plan now."
"Helix." It was Adelina's voice that spoke through. A sharp commanding voice that set him on edge. "Yes sir." Was his quick reply. "Take your group and meet us at that... that. What ever that building is down the street." Seeing Adelina across the street, watching him. He nodded his head in the affirmative. "Good. I'll see you there." Turning, he watched them disappear into the ruins.
Gathering his nerves and equipment. Helix steadily walked through the group, stopping just near a door. "Alright guys. Where going out there to meet up with Adelina, and clear that perch." Waiting for the others, he checked the door, feeling it gave way into an alleyway. "Helix." A pained groan, escaped Alloys lips as she was supporting herself on Itchy's shoulder. Glancing behind, she spoke again. "Be careful. And you're right Helix. This was a bad idea too come here." Taking there first steps into the hellish city, known as Stalingrad. They made their way, step. By excruciating step.
They made it four blocks, within thirty minutes. Ever watching the buildings and rubble, and staying clear from open ground. A Beowolf's call came down the street before them, as three walked out into the open, from a shop. "Shit! They've spotted us." Called out Fritz, his feline ears perked and his rifle raised.
Spotting their quarry, the beasts leapt forth charging across the street. Before they could defend themselves, one of the hounds was quickly taken in a shower of flams and dirt. Then another was blasted from beneath. Ripping the hound from the waistline. The last one, was taken from behind. When something exploded just under its feet, taking it off the ground. Steel metallic pings, dust, plaster and wooden splinters, sprouting around them, followed by deathly whispers that called around them.
A pained scream came from their right. "My god. Kobi!" On the ground, was Kobi, holding onto his bloody leg. A sizeable chunk of his flesh was torn off. He still cried out in excruciating pain from the ground, a scream that was so loud and filled with so much pain. "Dam it. Get him up." Turning away from the sight, Helix took a sidelong glance at the wall. There was a small silvery steel ball, that was embedded into the stone. Pulling it out, it was the size of a marble. Looking where the Beowolf was, it was beginning too dissipate along with the others. A cold, realization came over him as he looked back at the marble and the now decaying Grimm.
"We need too get off this street. Now!" Dropping the steel ball, he came up beside Kobi. Lifting the wounded Faunus up, despite his calls for mercy and too be put back down. Helix and Itchy carried him into a building. "Put me down! Put me down god dam it" was Kodi's cries as he was dragging his wounded leg. Tossing the door wide open, Fritz cleared a table from debris and junk, as Kodi was placed on top. "Tuk! you have you're medical bag with you?" Stepping aside, a short girl with the ears of a red hair rabbit. Stepped up, swinging her beg onto the table. "Give me room so that I can see." Stepping away, Helix placed a hand on top of his chest, feeling his heart, beating against his chest. "Alloy come with me." He called her when he walked past, waiting for her out side the hallway.
Leaning heavily against the wall it groaned out under his weight, again it startled him from the sudden sound. "What's up Helix? I've never seen you this on edge before." Rubbing his palm roughly against his temple, an agitated breath escaped. "It's this god dam city Alloy. Did you see How those Beowolf's where disposed of?" He quietly spoke towards Alloy, just low enough not too be heard from the others. But with Kodi's pained yelps and muffled cries, he doubted that someone will hear him. "You just got hit out of nowhere, from a bullet... not a dust round." Her hand was moving just outside of her bruise, flinching when she hit a tender spot. "You and I both know that dust cannot make that. Lead rounds can easily cut through cover and steel." Standing back up he walked down the hall, as she walked up beside him. Until they entered a room.
They stopped dead in their tracks, upon seeing what was in the room. taking in what laid around the new room. Empty casings where strewn across the floor, a tripod was set up facing down a street. A long belt of munitions left a metal box that was still connected to the large square body. a water cooling barrel that still faced down the street.
Walking over in stun silence, Helix step up beside the heavy machine gun. His mouth opened wide as his hands shook when he held the linked belt of bullets. He felt his heart still at the sight of lead tipped rounds, then the colourful dust tipped bullets. Quickly he walked over where three more metal boxes laid, forcefully ripping the steel box open, only too step away fearfully. There, inside, it was full of brass casings with more lead tips. "My god." He breathed out. Grabbing a hand full of strips.
Holding onto the strips of five, seven point sixty two millimetre rounds, he looked back at Alloy. As she held up a wooden body of a bolt action rifle. "I don't think where alone in this place." Her foot pushed aside empty casings as they rattled across the wooden flooring. "This isn't right." Helix spoke as he opened more of the boxes and seeing the markings of holes scattered around them. "How can they afford this much?" Placing down the Rifle, she walked right up too the heavy machine gun feeling the cold metal surface before speaking. "My god. This thing is big." She slid her hand along the belt, hearing the rounds clink with each other. "How can they have the resources too make this many lead bullets?" She paused for a bit taking in a deep breath. Something hit the sandbags beside them as powder sprayed from the impact. Followed by the solemn crack of a rifle afterwards.
Taking immediate cover. Helix and Alloy heard wood splinter behind them, as they took up positions. Helix let out a short growl as his ears flickered from the crack from the shooter. "That sounds a lot closer then before." Leaning slightly he spotted Alloy just hiding behind the large pile of sandbags. "Alloy. You think you can get us out of this situation?" He asked, a sharp whistle passed just above him, instinctively his ears folded from the sharp pass.
"Yeah. Just let me focus right now." A light glow illuminated from her being and with a swift swing of her sword. Then her shadow began too split as two copies of herself, began too form. Finishing her semblance, the two leapt over the sandbags only for one too be immediately shattered from the head. "Shit. This sniper is really good." She spoke as they retreated back into the hall.
"We're really close too that bastard." Stopping. Alloy made a quick glance towards Helix as he was starting, really hard at the wall. Almost as if he could see through it. "That shot was closer than before. We must be, at least a hundred fifty meters away from him now." Standing back up with his rifle at hand, with swift movements, unclipping his magazine, checking it's weight. With a tired sigh, he swapped it out with another, from his pouch. "I'll gather up the boys. And we'll go get that bastard." Beginning his way down the hall, he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Hold up Helix." Glancing over his shoulder, he awaited for her to continue. "Who ever this shooter is. He's really good, so be careful out there." Nodding his head he continued onwards for this assault.
Helix and five other's, had prepared themselves, for the upcoming assault. Taking the streets again, they where vigilant and carful this time, ready for the hunter. It was, a slow affair, but within a block they have founded his nest. A massive, four story building stood in front of them. "Anyone got any plans too get across the street?" Helix turned towards his gathered team until he spotted Fritz, as he pulled out a small dust vile, filled with the black powder. Loading into the chamber, located in the hilt of his bastard sword. He sprang forth with a small burst, dragging his blade along the street, stirring up a plume of dust and powder. "Alright lets go!" Ordered helix, the group charging through the dust blown cover. Clearing the small cloud, Fritz was waving for them from an open door. "Get over here now." Not arguing, the team made their way inside, weapons drawn and raised for any attack. But nothing came, nothing but the still air of the large clothing store around them.
What they saw, was long lines of clothing and mannequins scattered around their floor, they could see cabinets that are destroyed or crushed, underneath stone and wooden beams. "I don't like what I'm seeing~ right now." A Faunus with antlers spoke up, as he held his Centurion shield higher. "Shut it Grün. We don't need that right now." Hissed out Itchy, transforming his weapon into a shotgun. Every step they took, always disturbed something whether it was glass or garbage. Helix could feel the back of his hairs standing, and no matter how hard he strained his ears he couldn't hear anything.
The deeper they've made inside the store. Helix took a quick glance around him, the upper level had nothing obscuring the open sky. He froze stock still, seeing warped metal holding something he didn't want too see. The group stopped, when they noticed that they where short by one. "No. Fucking way that's possible!" Fritz yelled out. Above them was a large prop plane, held above them by twisted steel beams and ropes. It's left wing was buried into the second floor. And what was left of the right was nothing more then twisted steel. Grün had quicken his pace towards the stairs. A look of awestruck on his face.
Helix ran after him, calling his name as they made their way closer to the stairs. A loud crack of a rifle echoed out, just as Helix was reaching for the deer. The Faunus in front of him, jerked backwards as the wooden support splintered on his right. Helix was paralyzed as he watched Grün's body fell into him. He fell with his friend, back down feeling every step and broken glass from their short flight. It was happening so fast for him, his mind within a whirlwind of what transpired. A warm, sickly feeling began too form around his chest. "Oh god. Helix, Grün!" Someone called out. "There!" Another called. It was soon followed up with gun fire of dust rounds.
"Itchy. Stay here and help Helix. We'll get this bastard." The pain still persisted within helix, all across his left shoulder and upper left back. "Itchy" he mumbled through the pain. "Itchy." Hearing Helix the hound let out a relief sigh. "Yeah buddy." Fighting the throbbing pain in his shoulder, he spoke up through gritted teeth. "How's Grün?" Reaching up to his chest, his hand landed on that wet feeling, lifting too see it come back sticky and red. The familiar smell of iron filled his nose. "He's-he's. Gone helix." Pulling himself next to the deer. A small bloody hole was just below his throat and centre mass of the caller bone.
Above them he could hear the discharge of dust and the crack of a rifle. Pulling through the pain Helix grabbed his rifle. "Come on Itchy. The guys need us." Shaking his head, the hound lead him into a more comfortable position. "They can handle it. Now let me see your chest." Groaning in pain, he took a glance towards their right. A gleam of light reflecting, made him push Itchy. A yelp filled with pain and a searing sensation blasted throughout his let arm. Pulling up his rifle to bear at the on coming man, clad in a dark dirty green uniform. Helix hesitated when he looked into his eyes, a burning hatred unmatched by anyone else but the Grimm.
The fatal mistake, was capitalized by his enemy. Helix saw the wooden butt stock, coming from the left. The blow was devastating, when it cleared from his jaw, before he could cry out. Another blow knocked him backwards with a sickening crack from his snout, allowing a bloody trickle to escape. A harsh and bitter language came out of the man, that he have never heard before. On the ground and fighting the pain it became more harder too breathe. With him on top and firmly wringing his neck. Helix bashed his fist into him, only earning a feeble grunt with every succession. In true animalistic fear his nails turned into claws. Striking with his might, three long and deep markings drew along the soviets left cheek cutting into his left eye.
In shock and surprised anger, the penal stepped back clutching his bloody face. "Helix!" Coughing violently, Helix tried too gather his breath, but couldn't through another fit. A sudden weight on his chest was all he felt, before the blows started. They where heavy hitters, that was filled with pure hatred and unforgiving remorse. Helix could feel the knuckles digging into his face. The harden wood he bounced off rattling his skull for stars to quickly appear. Over and over he wanted it to end.
It all stopped, when his opponent toppled on top him. Then a choked muffled whine escaped him, feeling that terrible warm and sickly sensation within one day. "Helix" a weak sounding Itchy called out. "Helix." Again the hound called out with fear and a pained whine. "I-I'm here Itchy." Was his horse call. It was all quiet again, a silence that was terrifying for his ears. They twitched slightly at anything they caught, with slow deliberate movements. He could hear the clacking of a boot walking towards them, the crunching of glass breaking beneath them empty casings rolling away.
The body that pinned him, was shoved out of the way. Helix tried too see who was there, but the blows he revived clouded his vision and mind. ("What are you?") that was Atlishion. Helix couldn't believe that Atlas troops would be here. ("Detlf. Get over here and help me with them, before those dogs come back.") Feeling a strong hand hoisting him up, Helix allowed himself to be carried over his shoulder. ("Delay that. We must leave before those hounds come sniffing.") who ever was carrying him spoke a little louder. ("Obersturmführer this thing, may know where we are. The Bolsheviks seemed intent, too kill them on sight." They where going somewhere that was all Helix could focus on. But the sharp snarl of the Ober was heard quite clearly. Then darkness took over.
Regaining his senses in a slow unforgiving pain, he groaned out pitifully. "Helix." His mind was still swimming but he heard someone call out again. "Come on Helix wake up." Through the haze and pain he slowly moved his left hand up, only too hiss through his teeth. "Don't move Helix. You're pretty beaten up." A weak giggle left her. But Helix could give her something for trying, he tried again lifting his other stiff arm. "What happened?" Rubbing his tender flesh he looked towards Alloy with a swollen face. "We found you and Itchy with four Solitias..." she went quiet for a bit, thinking on what too say about it carefully. "Their different from the Atlegion army, in a... very big, way."
Unease took over his soul. Alloy was hesitating and debating on her next choice of words, it rose several red flags for him. "What do you mean. Different?" Was the number one question, he wanted answered. She fiddled with her blade, a nervous sign that he grew too know. "Alloy." He questioned again, more sternly. "These guys, can put any army too shame, like, dam. They do not. Fuck around at all, it took me and a few, to tie them up downstairs." Shaking her head in disbelief, a small giggle left her. "Man they held their own against Grey, and he's a Hunter." Taking in a breath, he tried his luck again, getting back up. "Grey 'was' a hunter, he's now a Fallen one. I still don't like him. Too much of a lose cannon." He spat out with contempt. Trying again as he now stood on shaky knees.
Placing herself underneath his arm, she lead him into another room, where Tuk came running over with her large medical bag. "God dam it," she stopped just before them, glaring towards Alloy. "I thought I told you, too keep him, in the room, until I was finished with the others!" Helix and Alloy were taken aback, from such a venomous tone coming from her. "What happened when I was out? Better yet. How long was I out?" The more they watched Tuk. They could see how distraught she really is.
Tuk was walking back and forth, her bloody hands firmly locked on her folded arms. Long dried stained tears, hung onto her cheeks, ears drooping low in stress and depression. A small pitiful sob of a hiccup escaped her as she walked into a corner, folding into herself. "What happened." Helix immediately asked. With out a word she lead him into the next room where he saw two bodies covered in blood stained blankets. "My god." Hobbling towards the nearest one he carefully removed the cover. Pulling away from the head, was a white fang member, from his group, laid still as stone. With his half mask broken, and shattered. Peeling back more of the cover. That had hid the gruesome cuts and multiple lead wounds.
Covering the body. Helix had seen enough, too last his lifetime. "The bastard lead us into a trap." Spoke up Grey, from the other side, nursing his wounded right arm. "They gunned down Alexander, Harold, Aodh and Aoife. Then Alazne took a god dam grenade. Exploded nearby her, tearing off her leg." Taking in a deep breath, allowed a small glow of embers too brighten at the end of his cig. Letting it out slowly, but in the end. he tossed it across form him with great frustration not calming him, in there current state. "She always says, she was a miracle from her mother." A dry mirthless chuckle escaped him. "Look where it got her... we left her behind. Left her for dead. Fucking bleeding on the ground and for dead, screaming for us too help her." Again he tried too light another in his mouth. But the flip lighter kept sparking, growing in more frustration. "We left her because the Grimm came running in. There was too many of them."
Standing up and taking a few paces away. Swiftly, he turned around and with a burst of his aura shattered the chair. "Why god! Why have you forsaken them to this god dam fate." Slamming his fist into the wall, it broke through with ease. "Grey." Helix called out. The wolf Faunus, still had his fist embedded into the wall. His anger clearly heard, through his heavy breathing, teeth gritted and ears positioning themselves flat on his head. "After this is all done. And, out of this forsaken place. The white fang can kiss my ass." Helix paused at what he heard. Grey was a loyal man too the cause. He never doubted Adam, or other high ranking members above him. But now, the wolf wasn't in a good state. "Look Helix." He beckoned for him to stand beside him. Hobbling over, helix stopped right next to Grey. "Look out there Helix." Leaning against the wall, Grey stared distastefully out side. With a snarl. "Take a god dam, long look Helix. Take it in. And see what this place went through."
Taking the time, Helix surveyed what laid in front of them. A ruined and abandoned city is what he saw. The street littered, from decaying buildings and vehicles. But those weren't what had caught Grey's eyes, further down the street, was a very large steel box. A box that had rubble on top and next to it. Caterpillar tracks on both sides, the body had a coating of dull white and grey colour. A turret facing slightly towards the right, the long sleek barrel pointing accusingly across from it. Following the invisible line, he spotted a dull grey and blackened, steel beast. A beast that was slain, it's armoured shell twisted and warped in the rear. Long scars that where left behind by flames.
Then he remembered the plane, inside that store and the dugout that he stumbled across. "All of this, Helix was made by humans and Faunus." Turning away from the open front. Grey simply stood up walking towards a table. "What, are you talking about Grey?" The wolf stopped at the table, then he grabbed a red banner. "We," spreading the banner. Helix saw a red flag with a gold hammer and a sickle crossing each other. "Just stumbled across a war." Pulling up another flag, it was a more darker red banner, a white roundel. within that circle was a black X with four points going clockwise. "Now... let's go see our guests."
Following after Grey, Helix couldn't help but feel a foreboding unease. Painfully reaching the ground floor, he was met with Rust. The dog looked at him with worry, from seeing his bruised and slightly swollen face. "Hmm. And here I thought we had it worse." Passing through, he didn't bother him as he made his way upstairs, with a noticeable limp.
Before he could speak up, it was cut off from a loud bang. Then a scuffle proceeding afterwards. Pushing the door open he stopped, seeing Grey and Adelina fighting for power over a pistol. "Grey!" Grunting through his teeth Adelina barked out again. "Stand down Grey. That's an order." Pushing the mouse further away, the wolf began too overwhelm his smaller frame. "The bastards deserve to die." With a feral growl. The mouse was thrown too the side. The gun levelling with a frightened boy, struggling too get out of his bounds.
With a roar, one of them snapped out of his bounds. Hands a flame, he grabbed onto Grey's arm, forcefully shoving the gun up. Discharging into the plastered ceiling. The grapple for power began again, the two going with much more vigour and zeal. Pulling the gun back down, forcing Grey too follow his smaller frame. A fist struck home, crawling underneath his guard. Reeling back in shock, the shorter man pushed much harder with his advance.
Sliding underneath his shoulder, he pulled on his right arm. Forcing Grey too follow through the motions. Slamming his back into the ground, another swift punch slammed into his head. Bouncing off the floor with such a force. Grey tried his best too defend himself, by putting up his arms, to block the blows. But they came around his defensive line.
Jumping into the fray, helix slugged the soldier across his head. The blow stunning him long enough for Grey too retaliate in kind. The wolf swiped at his foe, his claws digging into his right cheek. It had the effect that grey was going for. Reeling back from the sudden turn, Grey drew up the discarded pistol. Aimed towards the black uniformed man, two long bloody lines trickling from his cheek. Eyes red as the Grimm, with his steel dishevelled blonde hair, looking at them with so much hate. Then he did the unthinkable, bursting from his position. Raised high and held tightly within his grasp was a wooden stake.
Before Grey could pull the trigger, a boot kicked the weapon out of his hand. Then a whip wrapped around the soldier, tugging him into the wall and bonded as he struggled too break free. "That is enough!" Laying his blade across Greys throat. Adelina was now gritting his teeth. "Enough blood has been spilt already Grey." The wolf was still as a statue, with the blade resting against his throat. The fight leaving him, "Tuk. Tie him up." Turning towards helix, then the small group of tied up men. "Helix take them up stairs." Shaking his head in affirmative. Adelina looked back to Grey. "And for you." With a frustrating sigh. "We need too talk. A nice. Long chat about this Grey." Was his final verdict.
A little out of the way but essential for the future of a side story for the white fang. Maybe one for Ivory too. The reason, I need an out side view, for our Schutzstaffel and I wanted too dabble into the white fang side. I've seen many treating the so called terrorist. I call them an angry work force.
Another set of books that I read are made from Sir Oswald
And another is the Communist Manifesto. But please read it with a light heart.