Chapter 18: The Whale of Mistral's Underground

"That's far enough." Lil Miss, or Big Whale Miss as Roman was now going to mentally refer to her as, said.

"I assume you would be Lil Miss Malachite?"

"I'm going to be Lil Miss Gonna Skin You Alive if you ever take that tone with me again."

Tone? What tone? I was simply asking a question. Okay, so she's a whale, and she's a big dumb whale at that. Got ya.

But he didn't say that out loud. As much fun as it would have been to see this big whale flopping about angrily, he couldn't afford to make her angry if he was going to find Trifa.

She was giving him a look that suggested she wanted something. Standing either side of her were…

Melanie and Militia? Aren't they supposed to be with Junior?

But it was whatever. He wasn't in the mood to chat, he just wanted the information and then he wanted to leave.

"How about we talk first and then I'll pay?"

"You're a fool if you think I'm going to fall for that."

He took out his wallet, fingered out some lien, walked over and set it down.

"Happy now?"

"Certainly. What do you want for it?" The Malachite Twins crossed there arms.

How to be intimidating 101. Cross your arms.

"I need information on the White Fang's whereabouts."

"The White Fang you say?"

"Yes, that's what I said." He began tapping his cane impatiently on the floor.

"And why do you want to know about them if you don't mind me asking? I've been asked about people's whereabouts, but the White Fang? That's a new one."

"Look here, I really don't have time to have a chat. Do you know where they are or do you not?"

"Why the impatience? Do you need to be somewhere?"

"Yes, I do actually. So, are you going to keep wasting my time, or are you going to tell me?" The realisation that Trifa was actually in serious danger and the fact that he needed to get to the headquarters now had put him in a very impatient mood.

"I am actually interested in something. After the Fall of Beacon, I heard you were dead Roman Torchwick. How did you manage to survive?"

"Look lady, if you wanted to ask me questions, you should have brought money of your own. Now, I am going to ask this one more time. And I better get a answer. Where are the White Fang headquarters?" Melanie and Militia had uncrossed their arms and taken a step forward.

"You are in no position to threaten me." She was very calm, which just served to piss Roman off even more.

"This is your last chance before I blow your head off." Roman set his cane on the table and held up five fingers. "You have five seconds. Five, four…"

"Hey! Back off!" Melanie said. They had both began to walk towards Torchwick.

"Well then Torchwick, you seem to be in quite the hurry."

Roman gave her a hard cold glare. "I paid you the money, and you seemed to want to waste more time asking me questions."

"Well, since you decided to threaten me, I think our business is done here." She flicked a hand towards him. "Get him out of here."

"Come on! Move-" Melanie didn't even get to finish her sentence before Roman grabbed her by the arm and yanked her forward, kneeing her in the gut. Militia rushed him, and he ducked underneath her and whacked her with his cane.

I can't beat both of them.

They were expert martial artists, and it was two versus one. His best bet was to get to there mum and that would make them stop dead in there tracks if he put his cane to her head. At least he hoped so.

The people who had been sitting at the tables, drinking amongst other things suddenly got up and began to look at the fight which was going on.

Melanie spun around and tried to drive her bladed heel into his head, but he parried it, and was forced to take a step back when Militia went for his leg with her claws. Roman was able to gain a upper hand over Militia when she came in far too close, giving him a opportunity to block her strike and bring his cane up, spinning it in a overhead arc, and slamming it into her face, while Melanie rushed in from the side, and he turned his cane around and fired, a clear shot which sent her flying into a nearby table. He grabbed Militia's hand when she attempted to strike him again, and put his cane to her body and fired once again, and she smashed into a table as well.

This is my chance.

He rushed over to where Lil Miss was sitting, and she seemed shocked that he had been able to disarm her daughters so easily. He put his cane to her head.

"Somebody in here better tell me where the White Fang are, or I'll blow her head off!"

The whole room fell silent. No one spoke for a long moment. Then Lil Miss spoke up.

"I do know where they are. I'll tell you if you take your cane away from my head."

"Like that's going to happen. I take this away, and your daughters will be right on my case. Tell me where they are, now."

He pushed his cane further into her face. She looked up at him for a second.

"Fine then. If you insist. I was planning to tell you anyway, but then you decided to attack me."

"Hurry up. This kind of small talk is the exact reason I threatened you."

She reached into her pocket, and drew out a small piece of paper. Roman snatched it up, glanced at it, and stuffed it into his own pocket. He slowly backed away from her, keeping the barrel of Melodic Cugel pointed at her. Nobody made a noise as he walked towards the door that had lead him into this place, and slowly pushed it open.

"I can't say it's been a pleasure Little Fat Miss." With that final comment, he pushed open the door and stepped outside.

He took another look at the piece of paper before walking down the pathway, planning to get there as quickly as possible.

Do what we do best

"I win again." Tock stated. Trifa inwardly moaned to herself as her totally unbeatable strategy of putting the X in the corner first failed yet again.

"Dearie me, your not very good at this, are you?"

"Well done Miss detective Croc. You truly are extremely intelligent."

"And well done Miss sarcastic spider. You truly are going for the record of "Who can make the most sarcastic remarks in under a minute."

"I love you Tock. I love you so much right now. I just love sitting in this cell, knowing that at any moment, Adam Taurus is going to walk in here and demand that I lay my head down on the ground as he gets to cut it off. Isn't that so much fun?"

"Hmm, no, I don't think it would be."

"Great job once again." Trifa clapped her hands together mockingly. "You have just figured out that getting your head cut off is not at all fun, because it means that you are dead. Alternatively, he could stab me in the chest. Or in the eye. Or-"

"Or he could maybe not stab you at all, and instead decide he's going to knock you down the ground, and then take his sheath out and blast you in the face with until your dead."

"No. He will definitely stab me. That's how Adam kills people. And my aura will probably protect me from the first stabbing, and so he'll have to do it again. And again, and again, cracking exceptionally worse puns each time." Trifa stood up and began mimicking Adam stabbing someone.

"I think she got the point! Aren't you on edge right now? Knife to meet you! Don't worry, she's in stable condition!"

Tock chuckled. "I must admit, he doesn't strike me as the sort of person who would do that."

"He doesn't strike me as anything but a crazed man who will do anything to get what he wants."

"Well, now that he's overthrown Sienna, the White Fang will basically become even more of a violent organisation than it was before."

"But this isn't the right way. It took me far too long to realise it, but violence isn't the answer." Tock looked up at her. "By attacking human's, by doing all this, we are only making them far more hateful and resentful of us. And by killing their families, they will only fight back harder and possibly wipe us out."

Trifa sighed. "Ghira Belladonna was right all along. Adam will only lead the White Fang into ruin. There has to be more people like me, more people who have realised that this isn't right, more people who are willing to leave the organisation and fight for equality in a different way. I want the human's to respect us, not fear us."

"You were a part of Sienna's White Fang love. You must have thought violence was the way once."

"I did. But what does it even matter anymore? This is just a pathetic end to a pathetic life. I can only hope that Adam will make it quick…"

Tock stood up and slowly opened the cell door. "Anyway, my shift is over now. The next guard will be coming to keep a eye on you in a few minutes. Don't try and escape in that time." She closed it over and locked it before turning and leaving, whistling loudly and swinging the key round her finger.

Trifa just wanted Adam to hurry up already. If he wanted to kill her himself, it was extremely stupid of him to leave literally right before she was thrown in here. It's not like she had any chance of escaping. The metal bars were too strong, and the walls had no noticeable cracks she could try and break. She was stuck in here, counting down the clock to her ultimate death.

She looked up as the next guard entered the room, a man with glasses on top of his Grimm mask as well as a floppy dog ears. He didn't say anything as he took up his post.

"Hey there Perry." He turned around and looked at her for a brief moment before speaking.

"You shouldn't have left Trifa. Then you wouldn't be in this situation."

So someone else who is going to lecture me on how great and awesome the White Fang is. Sorry, but I'm not interested.

She laid her head back against the wall and resumed waiting. "You know I had my reasons for leaving, right?"

"I'm sure you did. But were they really worth the risk of being hunted down and brought back to Adam? I don't think so."

"How is Sienna doing?" She asked suddenly. "Did she leave after being overthrown?"

"No, she is still here, still a part of the White Fang. Why do you ask?"

"Just wondering." She picked up a small rock and threw it across the room. "What about Ilia?"

"Last I checked, Ilia was one of the people who brought you here, so she is still very much a part of the White Fang."

"No way Mister Clever." Trifa rolled her eyes. Unlike Tock, Perry didn't throw her sarcasm back at her, and instead just chose to ignore her.

Let's at least hope I get to speak to Ilia before I die…

Do what we do best

*Insert quote about Adam being a edge lord here*

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