Yo all who read this fic! As promised it's a chapter after chapter spectacular! Only one more chapter left before the hiatus is reinstated for awhile, but more details about that in episode 13's AN.
Well that's enough out of me, time to get this thing rolling! It's Show Time!
}Episode 12: How To Make A Dumb Plan Work (Part 2){
So, after I got slapped through a God Damn Window by two arguing anime-esque girls, I was surrounded by a bunch of pissed off animal people.
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Where did I go wrong in life where that sentence doesn't sound weird to me anymore?
Needless to say after this little fiasco Yang owed me a lot of favors, and I would make sure to remind her every chance I got. Not to mention the adorably cute lecture from Ruby she received. I swear that little munchkin can make anything sound adorable. I mean seriou-
Ahem, sorry getting off track there.
Anyway, I kinda just stood there, still as a statue, surrounded by terrorists as my body screamed in agony. I mean while I didn't break anything, that didn't mean I didn't feel anything. Getting punched through a window hurts a lot, and my body was responding in kind to all the pain.
Of course this is usually the point where I'd be cursing up a storm in pain, but for once I managed to keep my cool in front of the unamused terrorists, not due to toughness, but because of practicality.
I swear those guys in anime and cartoons must have damaged nerve cells or something. Moving around after a beating is a pain, literally!
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I said my body was in pain, never said anything about my never ending random thoughts stopping. They exist even when I'm in pain and surrounded by certain doom. They are my ultimate weapon!
Let all those near tremble in fear at my mighty random tho-
Ahem, geeze I just can't stay on track today. Maybe I did hit my head too many times like those doctors said, or maybe remembering all this is causing some sort of phantom pain and it's making it hard to focus.
Whatever, anyway after that thought I began to think through the pain of a way out of the situation without becoming terrorist chow. After a minute or two my brilliant mind came up with such an ingenious plan that I knew it had to work. The plan had been simple, all I had to do was open my mouth and say,
"Uh...Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition?"
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Yeah…that was the dumbest thing I could have said. Contrary to popular belief, references can't help you out of every jam. Especially since the minute I said this all the Fang pulled out swords, guns, sword-guns, etc and aimed them at me. Since I had my hands up from before, I was already in the correct position, but now that the weapons were out, the situation truly dawned on me and the pain fled in favor of terror. I even started to hold my breath I was so scared.
Eventually one of the grunts remembered that he could talk as he demanded,
"Alright human, just what the hell are you doing here? This some sort of sneak attack you're trying to pull? Because if so you failed tremendously at the sneak part."
Shit shit shit SHIT! I mentally panicked. Come on brain think of something quick before I turn into human shaped Swiss cheese! Should I just tell the truth and say I won't tell anyone they were here?
No you idiot, that won't work you know where their base is! Terrorist don't let people who know where they are go!
But I haven't seen their faces! Maybe I could convince them to take me as a hostage an-
My thoughts were interrupted by the cock of a gun as the leading Fang member spoke again,
"Well human? You going to answer me or am I going to have to shoot you? Either way I win really, but I'm really hoping you stay quiet so I can do the second option." Needless to say, his threat ceased all action in my brain as I tried to stutter out a response,
"I-I…well you see...the thing is...it's actually a pretty funny story...I uh...I…got nothing."
I swear I could feel the grunt's glare deepen behind his mask, but before he could do anything a voice called out,
"What's with all the racket?! I leave for five minutes and…well what do we have here?" Turning towards the voice I saw another White Fang grunt walking towards me. Now this guy really stood out to me. Not because he had fox ears and a tail or the fact that he had on a black version of the Fang's uniform. No, he stood out cause of all the goddamn knives he had!
I'm not kidding, the dude had two ammo slings on his chest full of knives, two pouches on both of his hips that look like they were about to burst, and he was even wearing a knife necklace too for God's sake!
Dear lord man are you compensating for something!? No one needs that many stinking knives! Not even The Joker went this overboard!
As if sensing that thought, he started laughing evilly just like the crown prince of crime.
"Oh this is just too convenient," he tapered off before turning to the Fang who had spoken before. "How'd he even get in?"
"Well he...uh he kind of burst through the walled-up window over there," the terrorist explained, pointing the gun toward the hole I'd made.
The knife guy looked over to the newly made hole in the warehouse courtesy of my body before looking back at me and smiled cruelly.
"Now that's just priceless. We've been looking for you for over a month, and now you come to us." He chuckled again which set my hair up on end. "I guess that's good in the long run though. You are pretty fast. The last time I saw you Creeper you dodged all of my blades even as you screamed like a baby…"
Yeah...you guys probably put two and two together from his description alone that he was the White Fang nut job who tried to use me as target practice. Of course He had to be the one in charge of the ONE warehouse I'd been snooping around.
Hell, the minute he called me Creeper, and I swear this really happened, there was somehow MORE weapons drawn by the others. It was like that cool as hell John Wick poster, only instead of grizzled badass Keanu Reeves, there was unshaven, unkempt me.
I, of course, reacted to this in a completely reasonable way.
"That was you? You douchebag! One of those knives nicked my ass! And why the hell do you have so many?! Even Rambo only needed one! AND I'M NOT A CREEPER DAMN IT!"
Like I said, a very reasonable response. Of course, my outburst was met with silence as the Fang members continued to aim their weapons at me, although I suspect a bit confused by my words.
"Did you just say you're not the Creeper?" Mr. Knifey asked incredulously. Gulping at his dead serious tone, I nodded my head.
"So you never bought any questionable items for a Faunus minor, or had a lecherous intent with said minor?" he asked again in deadpan.
If it weren't for the fact that I was trying to move as little as possible to avoid countless bullet holes in my body I would have snapped my neck trying to nod my head at his question.
There was, once again, silence from the Fang grunts before the knife jerk sighed and slumped his shoulders.
"Well that's just a shame. I could've sworn you were him." He almost sounded disappointed. "All you hobos look alike after all."
"I'M NOT A HOBO DAMMIT! I just happen to be low on funds due to a series of unfortunate events is all!"
Stupid of me to say? No duh. But defending my societal status was becoming second nature at that point. I could feel the blank unbelieving looks the Fang we're giving me through their masks.
"You're not? So you're just wearing a decaying trench coat for the heck of it then?" the knife nut drawled.
"Trench coats are awesome! This one just so happens to be an extremely old one is all!" I replied. Even with a mask, one of his eyebrows raised so high in disbelief it could have been visible from space.
"Oh it's just old then? Why not get a new one with the ill gotten gains from the Faunus girl?"
And to this, my dumb ass mouth opened and words came out before I even realized what I was saying.
"What gains you knife throwing maniac! That little fox brat would only ever let me buy stuff she needed. If I even so much as thought of buying anything else she'd-*Thwack*" I crumpled to the floor holding my forehead in pain. The guy had expertly thrown one of his knifes, hitting me with the weighted grip, and it hurt like a bitch.
Oh God my everything hurts. What is with people always smacking me in the head!?
Before I even knew it, the fanatic was standing above me, with his fangs clearly visible in his snarl.
"So you admit you HAVE been in her company! What was that about NOT being The Creeper?" he growled as my eyes widened.
Ohhhhhhhhhh Shiiiiitttt… I mentally groaned as I realized I'd fallen into a classic word trap. That guy was clever. Being a fox Faunus probably had something to do with it, but damn did I fall for one of the oldest tricks in the book.
With grace and quickness, he grabbed the collar of my shirt and brought and yanked me into a sitting position. All I could d was gurgle in fear.
"You should have kept running you piece of shit. I won't have you stalking little kids anymore. But I do have to thank you for hand delivering yourself to me."
"Look man, I swear to you, I'm not a ped-GLK!"
That sound happens, ladies and gentlemen, when a knife is pressed up against your neck. Now I need to make this clear right now, I did not piss myself when this happened. No matter how much Yang claims I did I did not you got me?!
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Okay maybe a little...shut up!
Ahem, anyway back to near death experience number whatever.
"I am going to enjoy ending your life human. But first…"
The Fang member took off his mask to reveal a fanged, red eyed guy in what I guessed was his mid-twenties. There were gasps all around me, causing me to tear my eyes off the knife on my neck to look around.
You know I almost forgot I was surrounded by crazy animal people. Wonder why they're so shocked?
My question was answered when one of the grunts, a rabbit eared one, called out.
"Corporal *Koku you know the rules! No removing our masks in front of non-Fang members!"
Koku… I'd thought Foxy was going to be the most troublesome Faunus I'd ever had to deal with while I was struck in Remnant…until this guy showed up. Seriously this pain in the ass…ugh it annoys me just thinking about him. I mean sure I incited half of his attacks and sure I got back at him more often than not but still.
Now something that surprised me was how the grunt had addressed Koku with a rank. I had always thought that the White Fang was just a large group of grunts lead by that limb cutting jackass Adam.
These guys have a chain of command!? I mean I guess that makes sense since they're a terrorist organization and all, but come on! How many psycho leaders are there? That's the problem with RWBY, way too many villains!
"It's not like that matters anyway, considering Creeper here isn't going to leave here alive. Speaking of which…"
I was still lost in thought at this point, but I was soon snapped out of it when I felt the knife against press harder into my throat.
My eyes widened in fear as the sadistic smile on Koku's face got bigger and bigger. I was paralyzed by fear, and I could feel tears beginning to form in my eyes as I felt some blood start to drip down my neck.
This…this is it. I'm going to die at the hands of some psychotic knife lover for a false accusation. This…this sucks…
I had stopped struggling at this point and was accepting my fate. This only caused Koku to laugh sadistically again.
"This isn't going to be quick predator. I hope you enjoy hell, because it starts now…You will never lay a finger on her again. In fact…"
Koku removed the knife from my neck, as he grabbed my hand and placed the knife against my thumb and pointer finger.
Oh God Please! Not Like This! Not Like Th-
"CHRIS!"
"RAGAMUFFIN!"
My eyes snapped open when I heard those two familiar, and let me say very welcomed, voices coming from behind me. The shouts managed to shock the Fang members who looked behind me, and it even managed to shock Koku enough that he stopped the knife right before it could maim me.
"What the-!?" Ignoring Koku's muttering I yelled back at my two saviors who had just stopped my death with the greatest amount of gratitude I could muster at the time,
"WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU TWO?!"
"Ah well…we may have gotten a little too heated in our argument, so we didn't notice you were gone," Yang responded sounding nervous.
"You both slapped me through a window! HOW COULD YOU NOT NOTICE THAT!?"
This time it was Foxy who responded with her usual bratty tone,
"Well it was more like Goldilocks punched you. I'm just a little girl after all so I don't have the monstrous strength Shameless here has."
"WHAT'D YOU CALL ME YOU LITTLE BRAT!?" Yang snarled.
And like a broken record the two of them went back and forth insulting each other again, completely forgetting the shocked and confused terrorists in front of them.
One of the future saviors of the world everybody, getting in an argument with a brat who hadn't even hit puberty yet while I lay with my neck bleeding. With friends like these eh?
"What's she doing here?" Koku muttered in surprise, seemingly forgetting about me.
"LADIES! YOU CAN KILL EACH OTHER LATER! CAN YOU PLEASE JUST SAVE ME ALREADY?!" I shouted. I did not want Koku to remember he was supposed to be cutting me. Thankfully, that snapped them out of it.
"Grr…this isn't over lady. I'll get back to you after I get my ragamuffin back."
"Right, after we get my friend back you mean."
After that declaration I heard the two start running towards me and the Fang, but to my surprise a good couple of Fang members had dropped their weapons before running TOWARDS the charging duo.
What the…Why'd they throw their weapons down? This makes no sense. I wasn't the only one who was confused as Koku let out a growl before saying,
"What are you idiots doing!? Get back here and arm yourselves!"
Now the next thing that happened was really weird considering I couldn't see what was going on. All I heard was Foxy letting out a startled yelp, Yang laughing, and Koku actually dropping his knife to facepalm as he muttered,
"Unbelievable…"
The next thing I heard was a bunch of people all talking at once followed by Foxy's shout of annoyance
"Hey! Put me down! Let me go!"
This was followed by several grunts and few screams of pain. Yang's laughter only got louder after this, and knowing what did happen now I probably would have joined in on the laughter too.
So apparently those White Fang members who had charged at the girls were a part of the White Fang that held a more intense interest in destroying The Creeper. So when they saw the minor who the Creeper was supposedly corrupting, their instincts switched from kill to protect and they dived bombed Foxy.
They then proceeded to, and I quote, 'hugged and kissed the crap out of her and told her that everything would be fine in gushing baby talk like voices.' They also started to ask her questions ranging from 'Where did the evil human touch you' to 'Would you like to stay at my place for protection?'
Needless to say this pissed off the brat enough that she started squirming in their death hugs and proceeded to kick the crap out of the Fang via low blows and eye pokes.
"Listen up you weird smothering assholes!" she cried out as she got loose of their grip and stood atop a crate. "I don't know what you're talking about, and I don't care who you blow up or why, but you will release that Hobo!"
There were sounds of surprise coming from the still conscious grunts, which sadly was still a lot. Koku even let out a tick of annoyance at Foxy's declaration. I, on the other hand, was holding back tears of joy at her defense of my character.
Foxy…maybe I was wrong about you. Maybe you're not such a brat after all, and maybe I jumped to conclusions too soon about you. I swear after this, if I'm still alive, I'm going to buy you the biggest gun or bloodiest video game I can afford for ya. Foxy you magnificent, wonderful, awesome...
"He is my Ragamuffin and he gives me what I want! He does whatever I say when I say it because I own him! He serves me obediently and without question like any good dog should!"
…dumbass, annoying, deranged, NO GOOD BRAT OF A FOX GIRL!
Yeah, needless to say Foxy needed to work on her tact, as well as when to keep her mouth shut.
"PHRASING YOU DAMN BRAT! THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU SAY BEOFRE YOU SAY IT!"
Sadly my shout of anger was of no use as the murderous intent in the room somehow tripled after Foxy's little speech. How can I tell you ask? Well when half the room starts growling in rage and the guy holding up your pained body starts to grip harder you tend to notice this kind of stuff. Hell, the only reason they all didn't start dogpiling me was that Yang finally stopped giggling and attacked while all eyes were on me.
"Gives her what she wants huh?!" growled the ever lovely Koku bringing my attention away from the fight.
"It's not like that I swear!" I defended for the fat lot of good it did for me. He raised his knife up in a shaking hand.
"Sh-She was always free spirit, but this…How could you?!"
"Look man, It's not like that! I like Women! WOMEN! College aged or higher!"
"Nobody, Man or Faunus touches my…." He growled in near unhinged rage. It was then that I realized something. This was personal to him. Maybe I would have put two and two together earlier if I wasn't so terrified, but he had the same shade of red hair, ears and tail as she did.
"You two are related, aren't you?" I asked and his eyes widened a bit answering my question. "Look, I don't know if she's your daughter or little sister or whatever, but I swear to you that I didn't-"
"Aaaahhh *WUMP*" I was interrupted as a Fang member flew over the both of us and hit a table full of playing cards.
"That the best you got?!" Yang boasted. Koku looked up and growled at her progress through his goons as he put his mask back on.
"Keep the blonde and…Foxy busy while I take care of this trash!" he ordered as he dragged me to my feet and hauled me further into the warehouse.
"Chris!" Yang called out in alarm as she ducked and uppercutted a terrorist.
He threw me against a stack of boxes and held the knife above my head, and I knew that Yang or even Foxy wouldn't be able to help me before I was gutted.
"Unfortunately I don't have the luxury of taking my time anymore you filth!"
"Please man. I'm the victim here!" I begged.
"The victim?!" he snarled through clenched teeth and raised the knife higher.
"You humans are all the same. Committing atrocities, and yet crying that it wasn't your faults!"
This ass hat was beyond the point of reason, and if Yang hadn't done a ground pound that shook the floor, I wouldn't be alive. The shaking distracted him into looking back at the battle long enough for me to enact the one plan that had saved my life months ago.
They say people in intense situations have a large surge of adrenaline in their systems. It's called the flight or fight response. Either you face down your opponent, or you run the hell away. In my predicament, I couldn't exactly choose one. So I chose both.
"WHEYAH!" I cried out in my best Bruce Lee impersonation as I snap kicked as hard as I could. Since he was still holding me so close he didn't have any time to dodge as my foot hit him right in the-
}Insert high-pitched scream of anguish here{
And that's how I kicked a White Fang Corporal in the balls.
I know it was an underhanded tactic, but hey if it worked on Vale's most wanted criminal then surely it would work on a White Fang member. And wouldn't you know it, it did.
Koku dropped to the ground holding his balls in pain, and by doing so dropped his hold on me. I quickly put my hand around my neck to stop whatever little blood that was coming from it to stop as I made a mad dash for cover.
As soon as I did that…well let's just say all hell broke loose.
Koku's shriek had caught the attention of the other Fang. They turned their attention away from Yang and Foxy, and several of them picked back up their guns and started firing at me.
Oh what the hell?! REALLY?! I anguished as shots rang out all around me, and bullets whizzed by. Yeah, these guys hated me more than the high school girl who was kicking their asses.
Thankfully the grunts must have gone to the Stormtrooper school of shooting because I managed to take cover behind some storage crates relatively easy. Peeking up from one of the crates I saw Foxy hiding behind her own as Yang beat down many of the guys who had the gall to ignore her.
Though, as expected, she was having a blast charging into the thick of it and punching the daylights out of the Fang.
I can only hope none of them hit her hair. God save us all if they manage th-OH SHIT!
Before I could finish my thought I had to duck as a knife just barely missed my head and took off a chunk of the box behind me instead.
Oh God! If that had hit me… I gulped in fear.
Thankfully I managed to snap myself out of it before I could delve too deep into my almost death again. Good thing too since a very pissed off Koku was huddle walking towards me with knives drawn.
He looked like a feral beast honestly with how big his snarl was, and what he said next didn't really help change that image either.
"I am going to gut you like the filth you are Creeper! I'll chop you into pieces while you scream! Your arms first! Then your legs then your-"
*Pow*
Before Koku could finish his threat a gauntlet covered fist met his face sending him back a good couple of feet. Koku growled in anger as he glared over at the smugly smiling Yang.
"Sorry buddy, but I can't have you dismembering my pal here. So why don't you CUT it out?!"
Even in a dangerous situation Yang still managed to make me laugh with her puns. Of course she and I were the only ones to actually appreciate the joke as everybody else stopped fighting to groan at the pun…or maybe that was because she'd beat them. Either or really.
Koku himself just growled at Yang as he got into a fighting stance with two knives at the ready.
"Fine! I'll take care of you first blondie, then I'll keep you alive long enough to watch me gut the Creeper inside out!"
And like that the fight was on again, only this time Yang and Koku were in a heated battle while the other Fang groaned and tried to stand up.
As Yang got into another quick but exhilarating fight, I crouched down and held pressure on my neck. It wasn't deep, but it still bled, and now that the adrenaline had worn off, the throbbing pain returned.
After not finding anything to staunch the bleeding I looked at one of the sleeves of my trench coat in dread.
Well…its either risk the wound opening more or stopping the bleeding. Oh God I hope I don't get an infection from this.
With that thought I quickly tore off a large part of the right sleeve and tied it as tightly as I could around my neck. Not the safest nor best solution I know, but I didn't have much choice. With my new bandage, I surveyed the scene, and while Yang and Koku fought, more grunts had recovered and started to gather their guns. I even saw Foxy scrambling away from Fang members who were still trying to "Protect her' from me. Some of them were even clutching their feet where the little brat had apparently shot them.
This sight more than anything made me feel really useless. Here a little girl had done more than I had. It's not like I could exactly do anything in the first place since I had no experience with fighting or shooting, but now I was injured and heavily fatigued, so I was doubly useless. Yang was tough, but she was by herself and guys with guns only needed one lucky shot as she fought a knife nut with superhuman reflexes. And if Foxy fired any more, it was only a matter of time before someone shot back. They were only there in the first place because I had screwed up the timeline with my presence, so it was literally all my fault.
What do I do? What do I do? Come on brain think of something before you get blasted or Yang gets killed! Hell before Foxy gets a bullet to the brain! COME ON YOU USELESS ZOMBIE CHOW, THINK OF SOMETHING!They are going to die and it'll be your fault unless you can think of a way out of here damn it! COME ON AND THINK OF SOMETH-wait a second!
That's when I noticed the busted open crate that Koku's knife had hit. Or more accurately, what was inside the crate.
You see throughout the chaos that was going on I had forgotten that the Fang had been stealing dust for a while. Where else but a warehouse would you store your stolen goods? My jaw dropped as I saw that the crate contained medium sized glass containers filled with powdered fire dust, and a few single canisters holding gravity crystals tied together with some rope.
After the shock of seeing the contents of the crate passed, I started to form a plan in my mind. Said plan needed me to be in The Zone to carry it out, but since I wasn't exactly in the calmest situation or state of mind at the time I started to breathe deeply in and out.
Remember Chris, one, two, three, four, exhale. One, two, three, four, inhale. Calm down, and enter The Zone. I'd realized pretty quickly that Remnant and calm environments don't go hand in hand, so I ripped off the breathing technique B.J. Blazkowicz uses in Wolfinstein: The New Order. It surprisingly works pretty well in most cases, and even though I was in pain I still somehow managed to pull it off.
This situation required my full mental focus. The panicked split-second survival instincts like when Cardin threw Jaune's shield at me wouldn't cut it.
Eventually after a few more breathes I managed to calm down enough to enter The Zone, ignoring fear, and even pain, so I quickly got to work. With my mind completely focused, I was able to pick out blind spots with ease and so was able to sneak around the fighting to enact my plan. The reason being that I can pick out their blind spots better through the use of The Zone. So I was easily able to sneak by the fighting Fang to enact my plan.
Anyway, the plan was simple. I took one box of flame dust and put it next to one of the support beams of the warehouse. Then I stuck about two to three gravity crystals at the bottom of the boxes. Thankfully gravity dust was one of the few dust types that doesn't set off flame dust as soon as it touches it, and since I was in The Zone I was dexterous enough not to set it off myself.
After that was all done, I took the ropes used to tie up the gravity crystals and doused them in gasoline from a few barrels that all warehouses seem to have for some reason. I put one end of the rope in the box, and put the other end in front of the crates I was hiding behind.
I did this a few more times with the other support beams having to bust open some more crates for supplies, but when it was all said and done, I had a perfectly executed get out of jail free card. The only problem was, I kind of needed to be the center of attention in order to execute it, but my Zone amplified sneaking skills had gone unnoticed.
Now how do I get their attention…aha!
Thankfully two of the assorted items I'd taken from the pawn shop would finally come in handy. What items you ask?
Why, a dog whistle and match box of course!
You see when I saw it in the shop I remembered that skit from RWBY Chibi and it got me thinking that maybe it would work in the better animated world as well. That and I figured it would be a good idea to have against evil animal people. I didn't use it before because, you know, knife to throat and al. But as for the match box…well it's obvious right? Fire Good.
With my tools set, I put the whistle to my lips and blew into it with everything I had, hoping against all odds that it would work. And sure enough…
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
Almost as one the White Fang soldiers started to drop their weapons and grip their animal ears in pain. Koku was no exception to this, but his pain led to Yang getting a clear shot at his nose, which cracked his mask a bit.
The Corporal Fang member went skidding across the ground and back to the center of the room, still gripping his ears in pain. Yang looked around at all the others writhing on the ground in confusion until she caught site of me, cheeks puffed, with my mouth over the whistle.
"Whoa, are you doing this?" she asked as she jogged up next to me. I nodded my head, still expending the air from my lungs, and she suddenly smirked at me like she was proud.
"Well well well, guess the Boxman can defend himself huh? What's with the sleeve scarf though? You trying a new style or-" her praise/teasing was cut off as Foxy's voice rang out,
"KNOCK IT OFF WITH THAT DAMN NOISE BEFORE I CLAW YOUR EYES OUT RAGAMUFFIN!"
Taking that as my cue to stop I took a couple of deep breaths to regain some air. As I did Koku started to weakly get up and growled in anger as he demanded,
"Where…where the hell did you get that disgusting device human!? Have you no honor?!"
"I have my secrets to keep, and who needs honor when there's survival!" I told him with a roll of my eyes. "Honor just gets in the way of living to see another day because you needed to give a fair chance or whatever. Speaking of which."
I could feel a smug smile spread across my lips as I played out the speech The Zone helped me create.
"If you would kindly look around you will see a few new 'decorations' I've made to the support beams of the building. Go on, I can wait."
My smug smile grew larger as the still conscious Fang began to look around, and it just about split my face apart at the sharp gasp of surprise they all gave. Koku's eyes had widened in disbelief before he growling out,
"Just what kind of sick joke are you playing hu-"
As I was in The Zone I completely ignored what he was saying and continued my speech,
"You've all seen the dust crates then? Good, now if you haven't noticed there is a piece of rope sticking out of all of them. This piece of rope ends right at my feet, and as an extra fact for you all the ropes are doused in sweet delicious gasoline."
I have to admit I took a little too much joy in seeing Koku's eyes widen more and more in horror as I held up my match and continued,
"Now if you do not stop fighting and give in to my demands, I will strike this match here and light this giant fuse which will set off the flame dust inside the crates. The explosions will be enough to take out the support beams, this whole building, and all of us inside."
"Uh…Chris? I think maybe-" I gave Yang a quick shushing glare.
"Quiet Yang, I'm negotiating their surrender here." I turned back to the now beyond horrified Koku as I continued,
"Now before you try and say I'll take out innocent pedestrians as well, I took the added measure of placing gravity dust into the cases. This will keep the explosion in the building and only the building through dust logic that you wouldn't understand, and I don't have time to explain. Now…"
I lit the match dramatically.
"Surrender now or prepare to be an extra crispy pancake."
There was total silence as Koku looked at me and to his men for a solid minute before gaining a determined look.
"The White Fang will never surrender, especially to some no good pedophilic human!"
I just gave him a blank look at his defiance.
"Pity," I said with no emotion and dropped the match.
There were shouts of "No!" coming from both sides (which is when I realized that Foxy had snuck up on and was standing behind me). They all reached out, as if they could somehow will the match to not end their lives.
Luckily for everyone involved, I'm not THAT crazy…or crazy at all for that matter. To everyone's relief the match missed the ropes by a few inches, which is what I'd planned. However that relief was soon replaced with fear as I lit another match.
"Ragamuffin, What the hell?!" Foxy squealed in horror, holding her hands to her mouth.
"Now that was a warning, so let's try that again," I said coldly. "Surrender now or I will take you, me, your men, and this warehouse to the other side."
Koku only had one thing to say to that,
"You're…you're no Creeper! You're insane!"
"In the Membrane," I agreed with no emotion. "So should I take that as your surrender?"
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"The White Fang under my command surrender you bastard..."
"Good..." I smiled like a Bond villain. "Blondie, please be a dear and knock them out please? We need to make a pile outside the warehouse for the police to take care of."
I've said it before and I'll say it again, fear The Zone. For it can take the wimpiest of men and turn them into the cold depths of borderline insanity. Though that tends to be more fun than anything else really…
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After Yang had finished knocking out and piling the Fang outside the warehouse across the street, I finally exited The Zone. Of course the minute I did the pain from my body came back full force and Yang had to catch me before I could fall.
So with her supporting me, and Foxy by our side, we looked over pile of Fang grunts in triumph and relief. Foxy had been kind enough to call the police, so we were just basking in the moment of our achievement before making ourselves scarce.
"Chris, can I ask you something?" Yang said breaking the silence.
"Would I have actually blown all of us up back there?" I said, causing her to nod. To this I began to laugh.
"Please Yang, I'm not that crazy."
"Are you sure?" asked Foxy who was giving me a wide berth. "Because I saw your eyes. There was nothing there…"
"I was in The Zone kid," I reassured her before my face took on a scowl. "And seriously, all of that was your fault anyway!"
Her fearful expression went away as she scowled back.
"My fault?! How is this my fault?!" she demanded.
"Because you don't have the brains that God gave corn to realize how to properly phrase things!" I growled back.
"What are you even talking about?! I helped rescue you!"
"Um, I believe most of that was me?" Yang chimed, but we both ignored her.
"You just wanted to your slave back!"
"No duh! I don't know what those White Fang guys wanted with you, but I protected what's mine!" she huffs.
"It's only because of you that they thought I was a predator!"
She looked confused by this.
"What, like a Beowolf?"
"Oh My God! How can you be so evil and yet so naïve at the same time?" Not liking my tone, she pulled out her gun.
"Dog's shouldn't bark at their masters like that Ragamuffin!" she threatened.
"Oh get that out of my face, you already used up all your shots."
"I did not! I only shot five weirdoes!" she countered.
"Bullshit!"
"Um, I think she's right. Only five of those guys were sho-" Yang was interrupted yet again.
"I counted! I'm not stupid!"
"That's debatable. I know you're out of bullets kid, and without that, you have no leverage. I'm not going back to working for you. I have a real job now…one that I still haven't really been paid for, but it's better than working for you!"
"Oh Really? Then why do you still look and smell like a hobo?!"
"I'm not a Hobo Damn It!" I shouted as I slapped her gun to the side, where it suddenly barked and a shot went back into the warehouse.
We all froze at this.
"Holy Crap!"
"Why would you just hit a gun like that! I told you it was still loaded!" she shrieked.
"I thought you were bluffing!" I yelled back.
"I…I almost shot you…" she said shakily, and I noticed that she seemed to be trembling a bit.
The hell? You shot five other people in the foot cool as a cucumber. Why are you all freaked out now? I wondered as the fox eared little girl looked guilty and scared. Before I could wonder more on that, Yang yelped.
"Oh Crap!" At her horror stricken face I just gave her a confused look before turning my head to see what she was looking at,
"Okay, what's with the….look….oh shit."
You see, that wild shot had hit the floor and made a spark near the gas soaked ropes. Said ropes were now on fire and quickly spreading towards the dust.
"RUN FOR IT!"
With that proud shout Yang scooped me up bridal style and ran like hell away from the warehouse with Foxy tagging along. We made it further down the street just in time as the dust went off, but thankfully my gravity dust idea worked, and the explosion was contained to the building. Strangely enough the warehouse did not fall like I thought it would.
"Huh…I could have sworn that would have knocked it down," I muttered, somewhat disappointed as we watched the smoking building. "Maybe the support beams are stronger than I thought?"
"I got no clue Boxman," Yang shrugged with me still in her arms.
"Hey Ragamuffin, what about all the other dust in there? Won't the fire set it off?"
"What other du-Oh Shi-"
*BOOOOOOOOM*
And that was how I quiet literally blew the roof off a warehouse, as well as cause a mushroom cloud to appear in Remnant for the first time. Apparently it could be seen for miles, even all the way to Mistral.
Half of Vale thought they were under attack, and the other half were too scared to think. Ozpin may or may not have suffered a mini-heart attack, and a classroom or two may have been incased in ice due to the force of the explosion being felt all the way in Beacon.
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Okay maybe I'm over exaggerating a little with what happened at Beacon since an explosion that big would have vaporized us, but the cloud was still huge, and the city did panic I swear!
Needless to say, this was one of the biggest 'oops' moments of my life on Remnat. The fact that it isn't THE biggest just goes to show how screwed up my life has become.
As we all stared at the blooming pile of ash and smoke, Yang decided to tempt fate, because I guess she hadn't had enough of ruining my day.
"Well…things could be worse."
The minute she said that a dozen police cars showed up and surrounded us. Countless cops piled out with their guns drawn and ordered us all to raise our hands. Yang instinctively did just that, and my sorry hide fell to the street head first.
At this point the pain was too much for me and I thankfully began to pass out, but before I did I could only think of one thing.
God Damn it, Goodwitch is going to kill me, I thought in anguish before all went black.
}End of Episode 12{
*Needed a name and a friend helped out. Pronounced like Goku but with a K.
Is it bad that I love writing Chris when he's in The Zone and when he's insane? Its just too much fun.
Now your all probably expecting a Omake here, but the thing is I decided awhile ago to go with having a Omake every other chapter to help speed up chapter production when I can eventually write non-stop. So you'll see the crossover Omake next chapter.
Oh and don't be worried about it. Because I have good news everybody! Chapter 13 shall be published tomorrow night! That's right folks, a chapter back to back as my apology for breaking my promise of uploads these past two weeks!
So yeah, please look forward to it and the Omake tomorrow!
Anyway, time to call some people out!
bwburke94: Hehehehe, clever little name drop there. Here's a cookie!...I have a feeling I'll be giving a lot of those out today…I need to work on my coyness when it comes to this stuff.
TM Calypso: As Casper the Unfriendly ghost once said: "Timing!" And of course Foxy makes a comeback, I tend to use all my characters introduced one way or another, and never just once. Where's the fun in having a bunch of one-off characters when you can have a bunch of whacky characters coming back? Also it's the White Fang, they'll probably still kill him for being human ya know.
TheRealCactoos: Here's a cookie for ya *is taken by adorable rabbit girl* and there it goes…huh guess you were right.
SweetieJack: A surprising lot of you (read 3) have read that story huh? Anyway heres a cookie…and maybe I will. But will it really be a break in the end I wonder…hehehehehehe
Alex The Animator: The power of plot convenience! Well…that and when push comes to shove Chris is more likely to go out with a bang more than anything else.
EWR115: Truly the only word needed to describe this chapter. Damn indeed my friend, damn indeed
As always don't be afraid to send in ideas for Omakes and for the story itself! I can always use the inspiration or general ideas to make this fic ever greater! Also feedback is always nice to have so I know I'm keeping this fic going in the right direction!
Usually I talk about follows and faves after all that, but considering its only been two days I think I'll save that for tomorrows chapter.
Whelp, this has been LightDusk16 signing off!