Chapter 5: The incident

Part 2: Dad's last Request

Ruby and Weiss slain what would probably be the last Beowolf in the area upon reaching the next floor. Many of the light bulbs hang from its deposits, sparking from their wires like it wanted to reconnect badly for life, the sun the only source of light. Papers were scattered by the reception area, alongside would be the torn bodies of who Weiss knew were Father's bodyguards that nearly matched to Davin's uniform. Her brow knitted in a frown. She looked ahead at a knocked down double doors done by a much larger creature who they suspect is more than a normal size of a Beowolf. She looked at the red head who nodded once to let her know she was ready for what is to come, weapons gripped tightly.

Approaching cautiously to the office with her weapon folded to its rifle form, Ruby scouted the area with the sniper's scope close to her good eye, carefully scanning the entire area before stepping in the office. The place was torn apart like a jungle rummaged through waves of stampedes. A desk was toppled over and a computer screen was left shattered, components of its technology disconnected from ever returning.

She stopped abruptly on her tracks once her scope had spotted a man in his late mid age just behind the fallen desk sitting against the wall dressed in white. His suit a close representation of the company leader, dirtied with the squalid of blood covering the once spotless clothes. She lowered her aim. She was going to look at Weiss for answers but the Heiress had already rushed towards this man, quickly getting to her knees beside him, hands on shoulders and gently shaking him if she could get him to a conscious state.

"Father!" She said, not aware of herself choking at those two syllables.

His stubble chin was dried crimson, the other side of his mouth dripping fresh oozes of thick red trickling down to his neck. His white Armani suit was completely soaked and drenched. Four deep marks of a five clawed Grimm stretched down from his chest to his lower midriff, a fatal scar that loses hope of a person's life from those without an Aura.

Ruby completely lowered her Crescent Rose, the scene in front of her instantly ticking at her heart to shatter. Weiss was repeatedly calling the name of her parent, shaking him back and forth in desperation for him to wake up.

The white haired girl was starting to feel a lump in her throat. Her heart ached and her mind rushed at the melancholy thoughts of losing a life, "please. Wake up." Weiss pressed on, her hands quivering as the hopes of waking him was beginning to fade.

The slight bobble of his head brought a spark of faith back to Weiss, "Father?"

Mr. Schnee slowly, but surely opened his eyes, fixating his weary vison at a young girl who was nearly at her whims of crying tears. "Oh.. It's you.. Weiss.." He whispered with a raspy, faint, and most of all. Calm voice.

Mr. Schnee for the first time saw her daughter smile towards him from the joy that she was feeling of his survival. But he was afraid. Afraid that would soon disappear as he could feel his own soul fading away from his body and slipping ever so closely to death. "Weiss.." He managed another, lifting a hand to his daughter.

The touch of her hand, in years have he finally realized that they were gentle, born under the genes of his wife, clasping and trembling around his. "Please Father; we'll take you to the hospital."

Hearing these words, Ruby immediately came close to aid the man. Before she gets to put a hand on him, Mr. Schnee raised his to stop both of them. "No. I want you.. To listen.." striking effort into these words made him sputter the iron taste of blood clogged in his throat.

"I need you to destroy a Dust. That I. Created." Mr. Schnee paused at a few words to breathe before he continued, the air a dead weight crushing within his lungs, "Roman. He might still be here. Find him. And destroy the Dust!" He gripped at Weiss's shoulder, conscious enough to only hold onto the cloth so as not to stop her blood from flowing. "Destroy it before they use it against us."

Ruby's eyes grew hard. "Roman.." she muttered. It was for the last time that this gentleman had been messing with them and Remnant. Weiss also grew more serious as the name reminded her of the events of battles against the bastard. He had crossed a line he should have never stepped in the first place.

Mr. Schnee let go of his daughter's shoulder, faintly lying back against the wall. His life was beginning to slip into the age death of his own demise whether he would go into heaven, or hell. He made sure at this point to tell his daughter some things that she probably never heard in her life. Even though this was not the ideal moment of a glorifying death by a Grimm he could not simply go against, he thought of it more as a punishment he admittedly deserves. "Weiss.." He began, "I want you to be a good girl.. Okay?"

Weiss paused at these words, her eyes narrowing in fear and in anger, "What.. What are you talking about? Why are you suddenly saying these things as if you're actually going to die?!" her voice cracked in the starting point made her lose control of her tone that raised a note higher, thus having a tear traitorously escape her eye and dripping to her skirt. "I came here to fix the problem between us and you want to get away with it?!"

Mr. Schnee exhaled a shaky breath, "for once.. Just call me. Dad.."

Weiss pursed her lips together, her mind having two directions whether to abide her Father's request of calling him Dad which sounded quite off for she never looked upon him in such a tittle that soft. The other path pushing her to just say the three letters he so wishes to hear before he dig himself to the grave. Her head dipped low at this debate, both sides only silencing her to confusion.

"I'm sorry for everything my child.. But.. there is no more time to waste. You have to find Roman Torch-" He abruptly bent over and hacked a mouthful of blood onto his lap, the droplets still landing onto Weiss's sleeves as she was trying to balance him. The stinging gouges on his body deepened sharply.

"We have to take you to the hospital!"

Mr. Schnee only shook his head weakly, "It's too late for me."

"No it's not!" Weiss retaliated, determined to bring his sorry ass back to safety.

The little moment of this so called reunion was broken by the roof exploding, coming down with a timber of a humongous Beowolf in the reception area, the creature being seen through the broken doors.

Ruby and Weiss snap a look at the creature. Haze of purple dyed the ends of its fur, bones much thicker and covered the majority of its body like an armored hound of hell itself. Ruby stood with her Rifle scythe aimed at it. This does not seem to be an ordinary kind of Beowolf and looked clearly as if it had grown over the centuries.

"You are Ruby Rose.. Correct?"

Ruby looked down at Mr. Schnee, her aim still focused at the Grimm that stalked them with blood red eyes.

"You.." He pointed and shook his finger as if to try and remember what he was going to say to the red head, "As leader, you better.. Look after your teammates.. And I ask as a dying old man to please.. Watch over my daughter."

It was all too new to Ruby. She may have heard his voice, but being directed towards her was another level of meeting Weiss's Father. She nodded two times while switching glances between the man and the Grimm. "I-I will, Sir."

"Now.. Both of you. Leave. Find Roman."

The Grimm silently trudged on fours, the building emotions reeling the creature into the temptation of pouncing on the three and feast. What was more attracting, however, was the one in the middle. Falling in fear of dying.. Loosing.. And a dip of anger and disappointment..

Weiss snapped, "I am not going anywhere." She stood from her place and drew Myrtenaster, stance in combat position to join her partner to fight it off. The Grimm sped its pace at the growing tension of their distance dissipating an inch more. Its height getting bigger and bigger as it came closer.

Ruby was first to initiate, firing her bullets round after round like a trigger happy child. She was distraught that these rounds fired gave no effect as it only ricocheted off the Beowolve's body structure. Weiss was second and used her magic to send magical projectiles, the effect all the same.

"As your Father, I demand that you leave.. Right now..!" Shouting these words came out more like a shrill. Weiss heard him, but chose to rebel for the sake of saving his damn life.

Weiss brought her Myrtenaster close and her other hand stretched an arm length while the very tip of the blade did not move away from its target, using her right hand she held two fingers. Using a specific hand motion, she brought her hands to her sides with knees bent slightly; an air step appeared below her, launching herself towards the Grimm in blind speed.

This particular Beowolf reacted faster and thought more intelligently as it avoided Weiss's strikes, also making use of his vambrace like arms to deflect the rapier and at the same time going offensive with the incredibly long spikes and thorns that adorned his body.

Ruby joined in the fray to aid her partner. When she brought in her scythe, she was bewildered by how thick the bone armors were that it made her weapon bounce back and threw her staggering off balance as if it were stick against rubber. Weiss was having the same problem as none of her strikes were giving a scratch.

If they remembered correctly from Port's stories.. They were sure that they were dealing against an Alpha Beowolf.

The ground floor isn't going all too well. Confused, distraught, and in panic.

They came out of nowhere.

Out of Oblivion.

Out from Hell.

Deathstalkers.

They launched themselves with their eight legs and swooped Davin's men with their two immense claws snip them into two. Their stinging tails flashes before their eyes as it penetrated through their whole being, lifting their dying bodies dangle in the air momentarily. And after a fair, effortless aim, they hurl the corpse at groups that would break them apart and scourge on the ground just in time for these scorpions to send barrages of their tails stabbing them mercilessly, claws having their own work to tear them into pieces.

Yang and Blake were overwhelmed by the sheer numbers of these Grimms that were twice as large and aggressive, their vast massacre successfully repeating history's bloodbath of humans. This was turning into the largest death toll that was rising by the minute. They were all dying.

Yang growled beneath her breath as she remerged herself from the pile of rubbles that a Deathstalker has buried her into.

The deaths of innocent people witnessed from her cheery purple eyes transformed into a blood red shot of a killer's intent. With a growl still rumbling under her chest, she punched her fists together, an outblast of inferno blazing the atmosphere around her; golden hair flying up at her Aura's intensifying range.

Holocausts of flaming trails were left at its wake. She bashed a Deathstalker here, jabbed one there, and pummeled another here. Each hit a combustion of fiery rage rushing through her veins, the oxygen itself dried to the point of drowning lungs. Their legs would snap under their weight with their bones popping from their sockets, their big pedipalps would hang uselessly and plates ripped from their preabdomen.

A Deathstalker lunged its tail at Yang. The sting stopped dead into stabbing her chest as she caught it by the side. Being the aggressive girl with the golden locks, she forcefully ripped its part of the body, making the Grimm scream in torment. Walking towards its ugly face, she pulled a fist back, cocked one bullet, and threw a single punch with a bang. Her fist going right through the plates and into the flesh. Upon tearing her hand away from it, a sputter of blood sprinkled the blondie's face as the creature fell flat on its belly. No reaction was given by the girl as she simply flicked off a droplet just below her left eye.

Blake was at most disadvantage in these circumstances as these Grimms were smart enough to take action quickly. Their tails had tried to swat her away as she tried to sink her Gamboul Shroud above their heads, their legs tumbling everywhere like a drunkard to shake off the Faunus. Having an illusion take a hit, she appeared before the Grimm. Blake deflected a flow of claws coming to snap her, the maneuver afflicting partial pain for it to stagger. Blake teleported back to the top of its body and started to hack in between the dense armor to try and slice the epidermis of its skin. The Grimm hurled its needle, the unsuccessful aim piercing nothing but a shadow. Remembering the tactics that JNPR had with Ren shooting its tail off, Blake did the same as she grab hold of the tail and was raised into the air, shooting holes into it until it started to limp. The Grimm bucked and screeched. Giving a sharp turn, Blake's hand slipped, the momentum throwing her across the place.

She expected to get smacked onto something hard, but instead, she was carefully caught by Yang who had launched herself in midair, landing roughly on the ground and keeping Blake safe within her arms. Yang quickly got them both to their feet and went back to battle without much to say, keeping her rhythm intact while sending these Deathstalkers back to hell.

The Alpha roared. These hunters managed to survive. They were good. But not good enough.

When the Beowolf turned its attention to Weiss's attacks, Ruby brought her scythe again into action, hoping they could end it right here and now in time to save Mr. Schnee. Horribly mistaken, the Grimm backfisted as hard as a baseball bat, the spikes on its hand actually ripping her clothes and scratch her. The fiber glass window had stopped her from falling through, though little cracks hinted she was almost to the point of breaking it.

The Beowolf, however, made sure of it. It bashed Ruby through the glass, her form thrown out of the top floor.

"Ruby!" Weiss shouted. Thrusting her rapier in, the Grimm dodged and caught her whole with its big hand. The Beowolf brought her down to the floor, smashing her whole body and sending fissures across the ground. It lashed her out to the walls and brought her back to the floor in intervals, doing it several numbers of times before conclusively throwing her to the ceiling. She fell with an unpleasant thud, not sure herself if she was still conscious or not, she only knew that even if her Aura would help her, she can still feel the pain coursing through her whole system with a few bones snapping in place. She sprawled onto her stomach, hand automatically holding the side of her rib cage. She looked up. The Beowolf was over her Father, its jaws wide open with a deep prowl of hunger.

Weiss mustered her strength, her struggle only making her crawl, "F..Father..!"

The Beowolf scooped her Father's body, holding him high with an intention of devouring him whole. Weiss was trying, desperately as hard as she can to carry herself, only having her muscles give away. Each passing effort had the Beowolve's mouth coming closer to his head. She caught a glimpse of her Father looking at her. When they both had their eyes in contact, Mr. Schnee smiled softly, "It's okay.."

Weiss's eyes widened and pupils dilated, her teeth gritting when she pushed her limits to have herself reach to one knee, her Myrtenaster supporting her balance.

Shut up…

"Just find Roman.."

Weiss stabbed the ground again out of frustration, "Father just please-"

"Call me Dad..?"

The Beowolf tightened its grip, making him wince and gasp.

Weiss, even with shaking legs stood from the ground, her Aura working her way through the course of her body. Her hand shook in agitation as she stumbled forward, lips pursed.

"Dad-"

Jaws chomped down on Mr. Schnee's upper half.

A heave and it was gone.

Weiss watched it all. Every bits, every piece. Gorged. She stared at the ground as her ears were filled with horrifying noises. It was going to be a memory forever burned into her mind. When she put a hand to her face, she noticed just now that it was actual, real tears that flowed. Tears that were being shed to the man she despised for a very long time. They were cold and menacing, despising her nature of keeping a face never to be read. Trying to find a way to vent her anger and fear that compressed her entire being that pleaded to escape, she had no option but to scream.

She stopped momentarily when her heart skipped a beat for air. Pushing her lungs, she screamed again with a hitch.

This was music to the Beowolve's ears. It was a quick feast and it was ready to have another fine treat. It looked at Weiss. If it could ever smile, it would be a smile of gluttonous hunger.

Why didn't you save him?

Why did you let it eat your Father?

Why did you have to be so weak?

Yes. Let it grow. Feel it all. Let the weight put you down. The more you feel, the more I can enjoy eating your very body.

Shots fired from below, holes being created. The Beowolf stepped away in confusion. It roared at it with a chance of scaring it away, but a shot went at its chest, feet and face, enough to make it stagger at each corner. Wanting to tear apart at this shooter, it brought down its fist to the floor, a ground shaking clamor making it fall to the next floor and leaving Weiss to commerce at this scene. This made her snap out of her thoughts and go back to reality. Father is Dead and that is the end of it.

She is going to have to save this company. The people that still hid in the building, and help her team and that dolt who planned on shooting below.

And she is going to find that bloody Torchwick.

A/N: One day delay! Midterms was on the way so I had to cut short on writing, thus, making this part. Part 3 will be the last and we will be going back to the present. Reviews, constructive criticism or just a comment you would like to leave behind will be appreciated greatly and read thoroughly! Don't forget to Fave and Follow~.
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