Chapter 5: The Incident

Part 1: A Black Siege

It was an easy start to begin with actually. With her friends she could feel at ease, but as she continued to distance herself towards the halls of the Schnee Dust Company, she could have wished that her friends would have come along with her. The people. Or rather, the employees had a blur face to say the least. Nothing mattered as her feet walked away, the sound of her own echo only present in her mind. Facing Father for the first time in nearly a year was quite astonishing. To be facing his deep blue eyes that match perfectly to hers, the demeanor that so washed over her lonely past and hear the voice that overlaps a devil. To hold the very position she might not bear to stand on. Can she handle? The thoughts worry her which would give a kind of psychological mind if she was walking correctly.

She won't turn back now however. She has come a long way with a difficult choice she could have turned down and she has her absolute trust on Winter's words. If Father refuses to open up towards his second daughter and destroy the chance to rebuild the relationship, then Weiss will be more than happy to forget him. It would be the last time she will ever speak or show herself to Father.

Confidently, she tightened her hands into fists and sped her pace towards the Heir's office. Just an elevator and a hall, she will be there in less than a minute.

"And that students, is how Dusts are widely important to the growth of civilization till this day." Said the man, clasping his hands together at discussions end, "In a nutshell." He added. Winking secretly with intentioned humor. Having Professor Port brought into mind was a sickening but funny thought, though they try hard as to think that this man who was lecturing them was just better. At least more well built without the flabs and alabaster mustache and hair.

Ruby and Blake both said their thanks. Though Yang, who seemed to be distracted by looking at containers filled with liquefied Dusts, was given a fast slap on the stomach by the Faunus's arm, finally catching the attention of the blondie and receiving a thumbs up and a grin for understanding the topic.

"Well, now that we know at least some of how Dusts work in this country, how about we know each other by names?"

"Oh! Oh! I'm Ruby Rose." Said the girl in Red.

"Yang Xiao Long, Sir!" Said the Yellow with a swishy salute.

"Blake Belladona." Said the Black.

The man nodded in satisfactory with a smile on his face.

"My name, fair ladies, is Davin Adalhard. I am glad to meet you personally."

Davin bowed, this time more low than the previous the first time they met. The team and Davin at that moment had a fluent conversation as they continue to pass each uniquely decorated room that was always filled with the literatures of Dusts while they chatted, balancing the subject between the project and some lifestyles they both shared. Davin had stated his job as a second in command security officer and at the same time, a kind of tourist guide. He was the given order of protection under Mr. Schnee's pyramid of control. The tourist guidance however, is his own liberty.

Upon reaching the second floor. The room they were in has large numbers of Dust stationed behind glasses on walls and cases like they were in an expensive display. Neatly organized by the colors they were in and an inch separated from touching, each having a nice cut on its firm, sharp edges.

Yang was eyeing closely at the Dust, awing at their delicate carvings and colorful shine. "Hey Ruby." She called without taking her eyes off the cases. The younger girl came instantly by her side, "Yes?"

"What if.." She began. "One of these Dusts can be fused together with bullets for your Crescent Rose?"

Ruby thought about it, and within a second, her eyes sparkled at the idea with a mind click. She put a hand on Yang's shoulder. "I'd like that."

The bowling hat, the cane, and his cigar. A Gentleman's needs such as himself is an importance to keep himself tidy and at check. He could order the White Fang to do the job with just a word to announce. But today, Cinder specifically told him to pick up a package himself. Sure the White Fang is hard to sink a word to their thick Faunus skull, but they were such good goons to play with, a more formidable faction than Junior's men. At least they were able to think.

He swung his cane skillfully around his finger, all the while inhaling the scent of his smoke that would faintly light the end of his cigar. The elevator passed a few more floors until it was at its peak. The metal door sliding to the right, revealing yet another reception area only empty. My my, they must have expected his visit?

Like an ordinary gentleman in his red collared white suit and small gray scarf tied firmly around his neck, he took steps ahead.

Not long did he finally reach the office of the Heir. The name only referred to as Mr. Schnee and nothing else was facing an immense computer. He used his fingers to trace the transparent screen, making a file pass by over the next.

"A busy man I see." Roman said while he took his cigar away from his mouth, tapping his middle finger against it for the ashes to drop to the floor.

Mr. Schnee's hand visibly clenched from the computer just by the sound of his voice, finding the comment useless to think about. Roman stepped in further into the office. "I understand the amount of workload that you are doing at this moment, but you see. I too is such a busy man I even wonder why I am here. But since, Cinder told me to pick up a certain package from you; I should do what she says. I'm sure she doesn't want to be kept waiting as well. So if you can kindly pass the said object, I will be on my way." He said, taking another puff of his cigar and inhaling the dense thickness of greyish smoke down his throat.

Mr. Schnee turned to meet this criminal, his anger beginning to rise again at first sight. It was the menace whose been stealing his Dusts. Almost in every corner of the news of stolen cargos to raided shops, this man had made his reputation of his record to be hunted and disposed of. He would have shot him there and now with a hidden weapon. But the risks were too high and he was not going to let that happen.. Yet.

Keeping a straight face, he took out a briefcase from under his desk and settled it on the desk with a banging sound. "I have done what you asked. Make sure that you and your degenerates leave me and my family and never show yourselves again." He said with imbued hate in his voice, making sure that every bite beats a word to his ears.

Roman smirked, the frustration that this man was showing him only meant amusement. He took the briefcase into his hand. "It's been nice doing business with you sir, truly it was." He said as he walked out the office. Just like that and Roman left with the briefcase that contained the Ultimate Dust that could disrupt mankind for its wrong uses, his scent still lingering in the corners of his office.

Mr. Schnee looked down at his desk. The company he operated with was still contaminated with the uses to make that hazardous Dust that could infect a radius of crowds. He would have to clean the mess and make sure no one knows of it. He pounded two fists on his desk, shaking the materials a few inches and fall off. He could have just simply imperfect it. He could have done the experiment himself without using his company. His employees. And within his office.

That damn lady. Ordering him around like a dog to do her bidding to terrorists. Working under the noses of the criminals that stole his Dusts. But what can he do now?

The telephone beeped in for a message. He didn't want to answer. Not now. But for normality's sake, he pressed the button anyway.

"Mr. Schnee. Your daughter. Weiss Schnee, is currently on the way to your office."

"What?" Mr. Schnee muttered. "Now? Why haven't I been notified?"

"Yes, Mr. Schnee. It is only now did your daughter want you to know that she arrived. Is there something you would like me to do?"

The man did not answer. Why is she here? His eyes searched as if the answer is visible somewhere, somewhere that he hoped would grasp and read clearly. The time passed on and the receptionist on the other line still waited.

"Mr. Schnee?"

"… Let her come in. There is no reason to ask me what to do."

"Yes, Mr. Schnee. My apologies." And the line cut off.

There were so many emotions. Hatred, sorrow, negativity, depression. All of which can describe a Human's own darkness.

Such putrid beings. The only species that kills their own kind twice as much for their own selfish needs. It dawned on our senses as this flow began to rush through our veins. The claws of which I have. Ancient for its killings of both animals and humans alike. A murderer of its own scraped on the metal beneath me. It was beginning to make me hungrily frustrated.

My teeth clenched, the drool escaping still. Again will I bear these teeth down on their flesh and drink every ounce of their blood, consuming what feelings they have and dose myself of their hidden cloud of misery. My thick plates will bathe in red and I want it to stay that way. For centuries did I hide and prey, for centuries did I build stronger. No longer can I wait once this deprivation of these human emotions begins to fill the tanks within my body. Long will I live as an Alpha and prey those beyond me.

The ground began to rumble. Rattling and shaking the very earth at its wake. Four feet stomped the floor. Times eight, times sixteen and more. The frontline of creatures lashed out a vicious roar, tipping off the people around the vicinity into a state of panic.

"Grimms!" An officer screams whilst trying to fend them off with the bursting bullets of his rifle. A minute of life slips away when his body was hauled by jaws of a bear.

"Alert! Alert! We are under siege by Grimms. This is not a drill, I repeat, this is not a-"

The microphone stringed a white noise from the boxes in unison of multiple Ursas smashing through the gates and glass with their bony armors.

"Sir! The gates have been breached!" The radio communication on Davin's left ear shouted. He pressed a finger on the device, "Grimms?! That is preposterous! Where did they come from?!"

"S-Sir! Ursas!" It screeched back, the coms ending with unpleasant screams of terror and the outcry of bears.

Davin clenched his teeth to have his men dying, taking out his pistol from his holster. "We have to evacuate the building."

Ruby whipped out her Crescent Rose, the weapon unfolding the blade and parts to its scythe form. "We'll handle this Mr. Adalhard!"

Her teammates followed suit, Yang's gauntlets revolving around her wrists to Ember Celica and Blake taking her Gamboul Shroud. The team rushed towards battle without a second to loose, hopping from the hand rails of the second floor towards the first.

Weiss held onto the rails of the elevator as she was thrown off balance, the still rumble of the building dangerously slurring the lift. The ascending movement halted and the lights began to flicker. Weiss regained her footing and scanned the situation she was in, noting that the elevator stopped and landed exactly on a floor without much harm. Not wanting to stay inside for hours while there seems to be a commotion going on. She unsheathed her Myrtenaster. Setting a glyph before her she flipped two fingers, the command blasting the metal doors outwards.

Many of the employees were running about, scurrying for cover and others tripping. This was setting Weiss into a huge confusion. Wanting for an answer she caught a running scientist by the arm, "What is happening?"

The man stuttered back, "G-Grimms!" and forcefully pulled away.

"Grimms..?" She muttered. It was unbelievable. Where in the world of Remnant can a Grimm surpass the walls and reach as far as the Schnee Dust Company building? Seeing that the scene is now in motion that is plausible by monsters, then there was no use but to accept its reality.

The ceiling cracked and collapsed, raining rubbles of debris accompanied with the smog of dusts creating a cloud of dirt and blinding the vision of those close by. Weiss raised an arm to her face to block the hazardous dirt devils floating in the air while identifying the bearings of her position. Within that dense fog came a pair of red eyes squinting at Weiss.

Realizing its very target, the smoke separated in two to reveal a Beowolf lunging towards the girl with claws outstretched to rip the skin out of her. In quick action, Weiss got out of the way just in time to avoid its pounce. The Beowolf's aggressiveness struck an adrenaline into his desperate attempt to have the girl as a snack, slashing his claws at her and giving no time to counterattack.

Zooming past the Beowolf with the help of her semblance, her rapier spun a revolver of Dust until it was chosen into the color blue, and with just a twirl like a ballerina, she slid the sword into the floor, sending ice frost at the Grimm and prisoning it in frozen complex. The wolf snarled and barked, frantically trying to pull away with tugs and pulls at every acute angle, its efforts only coming as useless and wasted.

Weiss took out her scroll and contacted her team. Odd enough it took a few rings before one of them answered.

"Weiss!" It said, the background having some sort of struggle. "Are you okay?!"

On the other side of the line, Blake was using her weapon to shoot at Ursas and an alliance of Beowolves. The scroll on her other hand. "We are dealing with a huge pack of Grimms. Where are you? Is anything happening at your side?"

Blake was asking so many questions at once Weiss did not know how to respond to any of them. "I have to get to my Father, Blake." She answered instead.

Blake shifted the weapon into a blade. Combining with her semblance to dodge the Beowolve's attack, she used one illusion to teleport in the air, lunging inwards with the next illusion to thrust her sword towards the creature's core of the heart. Landing on top of it as it fell dead on the spot, "Try not to go without us, it might get too dangerous." She said while pulling her Gamboul Shroud from its blood leeching chest.

"Heads up!" Yang shouted. Blake ducked as an Ursa was thrown over her to the cold hard marble walls.

"I am completely aware of that, but I need to hurry before anyone gets hurt. Including my Father." Saying 'Father' felt forced, but she mustered herself to at least feel worried for a situation such as this.

The Beowolf that was frozen in place gave an ear piercing howl as the ice slowly crept towards its neck. A moment later, packs of its kind appeared behind the shady corners, some of them having red vital fluids dripping from their mouths that they have already chomped down on a few people. The howl lasted fairly long, gathering more attention with bigger Beowolves through walls that these packs even burst through the marble façade.

"Weiss! Was that a Beowolf?!" Blake shouted through the scroll during her shooting spree.

"24th floor." Weiss said, "Just hurry."

There were still people running through this floor and Weiss has to make sure that they are able to escape without harm. Helpless as one of them would clumsily trip, a Beowolf almost teared one if it weren't for Weiss's useful glyphs that would pull them out of the way.

The Grimms seemed like an endless flow of waves while more people were beginning to get themselves more attention into rescuing, the bigger ones a hassle to deal with as they were smart enough to avoid Weiss's Dust magic assaults. It wasn't long until she already used up half of her Aura to withstand the hits of the creatures as more of them came and had the nerve to team up against her.

She backed up against a wall. Her breathing was becoming harder to catch and even the weight of her own weapon was becoming noticeable. A group of Beowolves were fast approaching and soon enough she would have to lose a percentage of her stamina if she wanted to come out alive, no choice but to accept that there is no chance of her clothes not getting shredded by their freaking talons.

She took a step, her hand still on the wall as if she wasn't ready to let go. Using her Dusts wasn't much of a problem, but identifying the range of attack and the amount of control was close to it. It needed her Aura to define the sole purpose of a hit that could actually kill. She was sure to punish herself to extra training if ever she gets back; this was really a bad time to feel weak.

A dash of roses filled the air with a bunch of decapitated wolf heads following after. Flares of a silver's blade going through the creatures' very skin and into the flesh of their black fur covered bodies. Carcasses fell, their remains dissipating into more petals of roses that layered the floor with more red than it already is.

Ruby ceased herself with a few steps before she completely stopped on her tracks. "Hey Weiss." She casually greeted.

"You're late for a girl with speed." Weiss commented, "Where are the others?"

"Still trying to fight off the Grimm. Blake told me to get to you since the elevators weren't working."

Weiss rolled her eyes, "Who in their right minds would use an elevator now? Of course the elevators wouldn't work you dunce. It's a good thing you came or I would have wasted my energy just to kill these Grimms myself."

Ruby was a fast sport. In this building, stairs were long and unforgiving. But not to the red head that is.

Reuniting as partners again, Weiss told Ruby about getting to the top floor on where her Father is located, and along the way, defeat the Grimms whilst trying to help anyone who needed rescuing. Their progress took time as these Beowolves just came crashing through the roofs like an airborne package out of nowhere. With the Slayer beside the Snow Pea, they both trust in each other's hands that they would both be safe from the deepest of danger.

No matter what the cost.

Yang and Blake were doing fairly well on exterminating the Grimm's frontlines. Majority of the bodies were filling the whole section of the rooms. Half of the people at these rate should be safe, the other half still hiding somewhere in the building. Though, some soldiers who were aiding the Huntresses became more of a drag than assistance for these men were easily killed by the swift agility of the Beowolves and brutal strength of the Ursas. These Grimms were having brains. Davin was making use of his service as second in command and retreated one of his men to avoid heavy casualties, replacing them with uninjured officers who were fit to battle these Grimms with morale bravado. Being the sharpshooter he was with his pistol, he gave clean bullet shots across their heads, through their eyes and penetrated through their weak spots. In words, Davin was doing great in reinforcing Yang and Blake.

Blake twirled the ribbon attached gun around her, slicing most of the Grimms in combo with her somersault 360 in the air and landing a perfect three point.

Yang was literally setting the stage on fire, a trailblazer of skilled footwork easily dodged any strike that a big or small Grimm can ever give, her counterattacks prevailing and busting more than just a tooth.

The last Grimm fell with a dangling tongue, concluding its finale breathe out of its system.

The soldiers hoorayed briefly and lifted their weapons in the air, but in a short time they went quiet when they started to glance at all the bodies, both Grimms and humans. Davin immediately told his men to search for survivors and call Vale's police, alongside with the military in case any of these would appear out of nowhere, perhaps professionally scan the area as well. He could tell with the experience with his last outfield job.

Yang and Blake had their hands on their knees, panting slightly for a job well done.

"Well.. That wasn't so bad.." Said an exhausted Yang, "I could really use a time out in school.."

Blake walked over to her with shaking legs and put a hand on the bended girl's shoulder, "It was terrible."

A/N: I had to cut this short since this will take really long to write (Which explains the delay).

I am so sorry for not publishing this chapter since last week. I recently have my midterms and it's still ongoing till this day. Nevertheless, I still try to follow schedules, despite the length of the chapters. Next time, I'll probably make a few parts so I won't fall behind schedule.

The RWBY Volume 2 has finally come to its conclusion with a major cliffhanger. The ending was. Okay. Grimms. Wow. (Let's not forget about Neo kicking Yang's butt. And Weiss being so gad dang graceful. And Zwei being a frickin.. Yeah, it was cool. Time for some drastic change for this AU.)

Lastly, I would like to thank you for the followers! I am glad and happy that you are taking interest in reading this story even though the grammar is kinda (very) bad. Oh god.

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