RWBY: Full of Hate

Salem's POV, present time

I walked into my son's room. "Have you finished?" I asked him.

"Yes." he was on his knees as sweat dropped off his forehead.

"You've done well." I smiled.

He got to his feet and faced me. His skin was just as pale as mine and red veins marked his face. He had one red eye but the other was a sky blue.

"When are you going to tell me what this is about?" he asked but it sounded more of a demand.

I walked up to him with a smile. "Remember the last time you spoke to me with such disrespect?" I growled, turning my smile into an angry frown.

He glared into my eyes, clearly testing my patientce.

I brought my hand back and watched as he didn't flinch. I brought my hand down but instead of hitting him I grabbed his chin.

"You have grown in power." I said with a smile.

"No thanks to you." he pushed my hand off his chin.

"Do you really wish to test me, son?" I asked him.

"I'm not your son." he replied, coldly. "I know you never thought of me as a son."

I glared at him. "And why would you think that?"

"Probably because I never once got an 'I love you' or an 'I'm proud of you' or anything that shows some sort of affection other than the back of your hand!" he yelled. "I'm not your son so don't try and act like a mother now!" he turned away. "You had 12 years to do that."

I smiled at his words. He was turning colder by the day. "The harsh reality." I said softly.

He knelt down in front of his weapon that he was making. "Go away."

My smile widened as I left the room.

Marek's POV

I wiped the sweat from my forehead as I added a few personal touches to my weapon. I sketched in a Grimm face on the handle and a lightning bolt on the blade.

I held it out in front of me with a satisfied smile.

I pressed the button on the hilt and watched as the blade retreated into the handle, a tip of a rifle quickly replaced it.

I aimed down the rifle as a Beowolf started to crawl out of the ground.

I shot it in the chest and rushed it, switching to the blade and swung at it's neck, decapitating the beast.

I smiled as I sheathed the blade on my back.

'A few more years and I can leave this place.' I smiled at the thought.

Salem's POV

Soon, he will be just as heartless as the Grimm. I smiled. He will be the one thing I need to kill Ozpin and take over.

End of chapter 1