The King Has Come

Hello there everyone! It is I, Bill! I'm here with a quick disclaimer: I do not and will not ever own Black Lightning, nor The Scarlet King of SCP Foundation or the RWBY characters used. The only thing I own is my OC.

Now let's get this thing going!

Will you fucking shut your trap!?I

Eh!? How the fuck'd you get in here?!

Dude…

Oh, right… You're a multiversal god… Sorry.

It's fine, just try not to yell too much, I've got a splitting-ass headache and I need some ibuprofen. I'm gonna take a nap so keep it the fuck down will you?

Sure thing dude. Also, this story will definitely include some adult elements like mention of rape, drug use, cussing, killing, and some types of gore. Actually, the most gore there will be is some of the earlier and later chapters but… Yeah, we've gotten much better at describing gore. I'm not the only author around. Case in point all of the authors on this site and others like Quotev and Wattpad and even that My Little Pony site, Fimfiction. Trust me… I've read some of the M rated stories on Fimfiction and the gore I've seen there is very… very detailed too. Plus the stories there aren't that bad, they're pretty good.

Yeah, we ain't bronies but we do tend to get bored a lot. Also as Bill said in the disclaimer, this is a three-way crossover between Black Lightning, SCP Foundation, and RWBY, though it'll only contain certain things like a few characters. Ain't gonna say who though.

Yup. Anyway, onto your regularly scheduled Fanfic!

The fuck did I say about the yelling!?

BYE! ENJOY THE PROLOGUE!

James' POV

My story isn't a pretty one. It begins with a fire, a death, and the kidnapping of my four year old daughter.

The searing flames of dancing orange and yellow played happily in my vision as I cradled a body in my arms. Their face burnt beyond recognition but I already knew who it was. My wife, Sarah. Her body began to turn to ash and slowly began to fade from my arms, I cringed and bit my lip as her body disappeared and my tears rapidly flooded from my eyes down onto my now ash covered arms. When she completely disappeared I heard a cry and a plea for help.

"DADDY!" I heard my daughter scream.

I shot up and yelled out my girl's name getting a shortening and muffled reply. I sprinted through the flames looking for her and when I finally did, it was only met by the sight of my daughter getting stuffed into the back of a van. I flew into a maternal rage and jumped out of the window of my inferno consumed house grabbing the attention of the people kidnapping my daughter. I could feel the shards of glass digging into my flesh as my cheeks, arms and legs as the new cuts and stabs were agitated from me landing on the ground so harshly.

"The fuck!? I thought you killed this guy!?" I heard one guy yell. "No matter, kill him!" I heard the voice order.

Suddenly I was surrounded by four guys in body armor, all of whom were pointing assault rifles at me. In the tense moment I could hear the sound of the van leaving, it's tires screeching down the driveway and into the streets. I growled a warning to the four men as my house burned down behind me. I looked down to my feet and noticed that a chain was there. I bent down and picked it up, feeling the slightly hot metal burn my skin. I ignored the stinging and looked back up as the armored men walked towards me. I noticed slight openings in their body armor and I set my attack.

I suddenly and violently raised my arm up, which caused the chain to raise and flip above my head before I flung my arm down, wiping the chain towards the man directly in front of me, hitting his head and splitting it open making him fall to the ground. Whether he was dead or unconscious didn't matter as I ran over to the man directly to my right and while he was stunned I wrapped the chain around his feet and pulled hard. He lost his balance and was sent on his back, knocking the wind out of him. I took the chance and slammed my foot on his neck, snapping it and killing him.

I then stumbled forward as five bullets ripped into my back and out of my chest, allowing more blood to flow out of my body. I caught myself and angrily looked back at the other two men who were getting too close for comfort and I let the chain drop out of my hands and I opened my palm out towards them and activated one of my abilities.

Suddenly from my hand came a torrent of bitter scarlet flames which roared into the body of the two men and tore through their flesh, ripping apart their muscles and bones and turning their bodies into nothing but molten piles of ash and bone.

I felt my regeneration kick in and my body pushed out the pieces of glass forcefully, which caused me to wince in growing pain. I gasped and fell to one knee as the painful process of forceful regeneration pushed and resealed the wounds I've gained. After several agonizing minutes of continuous pain, it had finally subsided. I looked down at the tracks the van had left in the dirt and sighed before shuffling and looting through the pockets of the bodies of two of the men I had killed, finding their wallets in the process with a fairly decent amount of cash, around $800.

"That'll be enough for new clothes, some food and an apartment." I mumbled to myself before hearing a groan of pain.

Looking back I saw that the man I had attacked first was slowly trying to get up. I hissed slightly from the soreness of some of the minor bruising I still had and got up, walking over to the man I could hear his whimpering pleading for mercy. I growled and grabbed his collar, lifting him off the ground and holding him in front of my eyes. I looked at him as my emerald green eyes burned brightly with fury in the night.

"Where did that fucking van go?" I asked slowly as I tightened my grip.

"I-I don't-!" He tried to answer before I slammed him onto a nearby tree and caused him to yelp in pain.

"Don't play fucking games with me. I could snap your neck without any remorse and I'll still find my daughter. Tell me and I'll let you go, lie to me in any way or withhold any information and I'll tear your throat out of your neck." I threaten him, making him gulp in fear.

"A-Alright, I-I'll tell you! T-The van went to a place called Freeland! That's all I know I swear to god!" He answered quickly pleading for his life.

"Thanks for the info." I tell him before dropping him.

I then back up before walking away. The man runs in the opposite direction. He should've ran in mine. At least he wouldn't be eaten by the neighboring den of wolves. Suddenly I hear the screeching cry of terror and pain before the deep howling of a wolf. Guess he found them. I then walk off in the direction of Freeland. I was going to search for my daughter. I was going to find her, no matter the cost!

To the people who've stolen my baby girl from me, I warn you!

THE KING HAS COME!