December 12, 2010

"So," said Simon to 2 of his henchmen as they met in a small room in the hideout. "Are their parents' out of the picture?"

"They are," said the larger of the 2 henchmen. "I killed Adam's parents. My partner in crime, no pun intended, killed Blake's parents. I'll tell ya, it's a good thing neither had any brothers or sisters."

"Alright," replied Simon. "Did you leave fake evidence to pin it on the SDC?"

"We even took pictures just in case Adam or Blake questioned it," said the smaller henchman as he showed Simon 7 pictures. 3 were of Adam's parents. 4 were of Blake's parents. "All you need to do is convince those kids the SDC did this and you can send them on their way to kill."

A shocked Blake began crying as she yelled, "WHAT?! NO!"

Adam's eyes began welling up with tears as well as he asked Simon, "Who... Who did this to our parents?"

"I'm... I'm sorry this happened," Simon told the 2 young teens. "But, I do know who did this, and I know how you can get back at them for murdering the people who took care of you."

Adam, still reeling in shock, stood up from the table the three had met and stared with empty eyes at the table. As he stood there, thoughts raced in his young mind about who could be responsible for the deaths of his parents. "Was it the White Fang? Was it... Oh no... Was it other faunus? Who...? WHO DID THIS?!"

Simon grabbed his phone and showed the couple a picture of a large house in Vale. "The people that live here did it," he said. "They are associated with the Schnee Dust Corporation. Let's go get them."

Later, at around 11 at night, a black van drove up to the same house Simon had shown to Blake and Adam. Blake, still sniffling, said to Adam, wearing his Grimm mask to help conceal his identity, as they got out, "Why did this happen? What did my mother and father do to deserve this?"

"They didn't," he replied. "And neither did mine. We are gonna make sure their deaths are avenged." He then turned to his own mentor. "Simon, are you ready?"

"Yep," he replied as he stepped out with an assault rifle. "You grabbed your weapons, right?"

"Yes," Adam said as he brandished a basic sword, which had been painted red, in one hand and a pistol in another. "Hey Blake, show Simon what you made with me a few days ago."

"This," Blake quietly said as she showed off a bare-bones sword she had made with Adam 4 days prior, as well as a more conventional pistol in the other hand. "I never got to show my parents this."

"They would be proud," Simon replied as the 3 of them walked up to the front door of the house, which was 3 stories tall and painted green and blue on the outside. When the three got there, they looked around in the dark before Simon used a custom made lock pick to unlock the door. "We're in."

Adam then opened the door before letting Simon lead the way. The house was completely dark, and the first floor was devoid of life. Adam said as he looked around, "Should we go upstairs?"

"Good idea," Simon replied as he pointed out the grand staircase of the home. It was wide and had ornate railings and furnishings, indicating that whoever owned the home was wealthy. "I'm surprised we haven't heard an alarm yet."

When they made it to the second floor, the three quietly and slowly advanced down a hallway that led to a series of rooms. All three were dead quiet as they traversed the length of the dark hallway. Then, Simon opened the ajar door of one of them, revealing that it was a bedroom.

Inside lay 2 people, presumably the husband and wife of the home, sleeping peacefully in a large bed. Simon smiled before motioning with his right hand for Adam to enter the room. Adam nodded and proceeded in, stopping at the foot of the right side of the bed.

He looked down upon the couple coldly, not caring whether they lived or died. According to Simon, these people had killed his parents and Blake's parents. He then drew his pistol and aimed it at the man in the bed. After hesitating for several seconds, he squeezed the trigger.

A loud bang and a splatter of blood followed. Adam quickly aimed her gun at the man's wife, who was just getting up when he fired a bullet into the side of her head, killing her instantly and splattering blood and brain matter on the bed and the floor. Once the 2 were shot, Adam quickly ran out of the room, breathing heavily at his first actual kills.

Simon patted him on the back, saying, "You did great, Adam. Don't fret or panic, okay?"

Adam then began to throw up, his loud heaves startling the children of the couple that were trying to flee behind them. Simon quickly aimed his rifle at the 4 children and fired a volley of 16 shots at them, striking all 4 and causing them to fall to the floordead.

When the family serving ran upstairs to see what was going on, Blake fired her pistol at him, striking him twice in the chest and killing him.

Adam looked at the vomit-stained floor below him before Simon grabbed him and Blake as he said, "We need to go before the police get here!"

January 10, 2011

Adam looked out upon an obstacle course set up in a safe house as he oversaw the training of several new White Fang members. As they jumped and ran through the various obstacles in their way, Blake said to him, "Simon says to make sure these 4 new recruits pass this test and get into service as soon as possible. He needs new blood to replace the 2 members that volunteered for suicide bombing."

"I see," Adam replied as he turned to Blake. "Tell him he will not be disappointed. Also, Godspeed for the martyrs that have chosen to give their lives to fight for us."

"Agreed," Blake replied. "And I will notify him of that other thing too." She then kissed Adam goodbye before heading off.

The young bull Faunus them thought to himself, "You know, we probably should call it a different name than suicide bombing. It just feels so... Dirty, I guess... When I use that word. Martyr bombing is closer to what I imagine. Regardless, I hope those two guys that volunteered know what they're doing..."