The Ruinverse Chapter 81- Running Empty, a rwby fanfic

The screen began to bubble and boil as the familiar silver door rose from it's depths, the thick purple chains corroding and breaking apart as the door opened up and bathed everything in dark purple.

From the tainted light, came a single red eye that glared at the screen before the door slammed shut and everything became static, a crumbling rose symbol appearing every so often as the title began to form.

The Ruinverse: Chapter Eighty One, Running Empty.

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-Remnant, Sanus, Vale, Beacon Academy, Library-

The sun began to set in the distance as the quiet brown colored library became coated in brilliant red and yellow hues, the students that normally use this place for quiet time or basic 'nap' spots all gone for the day.

Yet in a quiet corner of the library, a tall fair skinned young woman with long wavy black hair that went to her back, amber eyes with purple cateye eyeshadow, two black cat ears, a large black bow tied ribbon on the top of her head, a D cup chest and wide ass, wearing a black buttoned vest with coattails, a single black detached sleeve over her left arm with a silver cuff around the bicep, a single silver button on the front, black ribbons on each forearm, a small loose black scarf is wrapped around her neck, a white sleeveless high necked crop undershirt, white shorts with a zipper on the front of each leg, a gray magnetic backpack on her back with a black blade-like weapon on the side, blackish purple full stockings with a white flower shaped emblem on the hips and black low-heeled boots, was currently sitting in a chair, looking at her Scroll with bloodshot eyes.

This is Blake Belladonna, the B of Team RWBY and former operative of the once pacifistic organization, White Fang.

And she was busy with…a rather important matter, one that she couldn't put down or pass off as insignificant.

'Damn it.' the faunus thought while scrolling down the screen of her Scroll with her left index finger, several images of infamous criminal Roman Torchwick and the Valeian White Fang Sect flashing on screen for a few moments. 'No leads and Torchwick's still causing trouble. I need to know who that girl is, she's a wild card and possibly hiding something!'

Swish.

'I need to find out what they are planning. I need to know why they would take a massive shipment of Dust and a Paladin from under Vale and Atlas' noses!' she thought while looking through several images, many of destroyed shops and the Paladin battle she was in several weeks ago. 'I need to catch them before they strike again!'

Swish.

'Just one lead, that's it!' she thought while her head drooped down a little, her eyes becoming heavy as she felt her mind becoming slightly hazy. 'I must find them before they strike again! I must stop them from whatever they are doing!'

Swish.

'And I must find them on my own!' Blake thought before noticing an article titled 'Torchwick Strikes Again! Downtown Vale Set Ablaze By Exploding Truck!' and started looking it over, her eyes fixated on this article, regardless of authenticity. "Mmmmm….sloppy. Ramming a truck into a Dust shop after robbing the place dry. And what's this? Injured? Never thought the bastard was that sloppy."

As she thought about the idea of a criminal, one notorious like Roman Torchwick, being injured by their own heist, she began to smirk a little, her eyes twitching as she chuckled to herself.

"Yes, this will do for a lead. But what about the midget?" Blake muttered to herself as she stood up. "She's the wild card…did I use that term already? Nevermind, I'll find them and then bring them to justice."

But as she turned to leave, a sudden thought entered her mind.

Would her team approve of this?

'Heh, like they care. They don't know the severity of the White Fang or Roman Torchwick like I do. I'm the only one that truly wants to save Vale.' she thought before walking away. 'Let them plan the dance. I will be saving Vale on my own.'

(Some time later)

-Vale, Industrial District, Where's The House Co. Warehouse Sector 3-

The city skyline, adorned with faint lights within the blackness of the moonless night sky, loomed over the vast dark brown warehouses as several guards, each one wearing red and black suits with red shades, patrolled the perimeters for any intruders.

These were part of the Torchwick crime 'family', one that currently created a massive decline in Dust across the city and were placed here to keep those crystals under lock and key until it's shipped off.

Overall, it was a good paying job…and it was extremely boring to boot.

"Ugh!" groaned one of the guards while leaning against a wall, his companion looking annoyed at him for obvious reasons. "I hate guard duty!"

"I know, you keep saying that every time the boss picks us out for guard duty."

"But it's so unfair!" the guard snapped while kicking a can with his left foot. "We always get guard duty! Every single time!"

The other guard rolled his eyes while not noticing a shadow slinking on the rooftops above, masked by the overall darkness of the area itself. "You should be lucky the boss didn't blow your head off for that Paladin stunt."

"How was I supposed to know that the boss was with those beasts the SAME day when we had our annual bowling day!?"

"You were the one that managed the schedule."

"It wasn't me, it was Bob!"

"Bob had Dust cleaning tasks, not managing our criminal calendar!"

"Nuh uh!"

"Not this again, just move on from this." the other guard grumbled, knowing his fellow criminal 'associate' wouldn't stop until he either vented his frustrations or bored him to death.

"No way man! This is just bullshit!" the guard yelled while failing to notice a pair of amber eyes staring right behind him in the darkness. "It's always my fault for stuff like this! I'm new here but I get shit all the time! It wasn't my fault for the Paladin incident and it's not my fault that Bob placed his tasks onto me! ME! And now I have to guard all of this Dust for some bonkers plan that the boss doesn't even tell us about!? BULLSHIT! IT'S ALL BULLS-"

BAM!

The other guard jumped back in shock as a brief orange light illuminated the guard's head, a wet sticky substance splattering against his face as the eyes glared at him from the darkness. "Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!"

A low growl echoed in the darkness as the guard tried to turn around and run away.

BAM!

Only to get his head blown off by a well timed bullet to the face, the eyes glaring at the now headless corpse as they turned to the warehouse.

BAM!

BOOOOOOM!

Instantaneously, the warehouse holding hundreds of stolen Dust, including Fire Dust, was ignited and caused the nearby buildings to explode, creating a blazing inferno as a shadowy figure vanished in a purple haze, leaving no trace of the assailant as the corpses were consumed by the flames.

(Elsewhere)

-Industrial District, White Fang Base 3, Break Room-

"Ugh!" groaned a female gecko White Fang operative, her long tongue licking the sides of her lips as she was currently sitting at a metal table, the room lined with white paint as a small tv hung on the far left corner. "Nothing but shipping Dust! For a human! I hate my job! And I hate being the only one in the room!"

As she leaned back against her chair, she recalled that she was supposed to be helping in the security room, watching monitors…something she hated even more than the humans that fear her for her long tongue.

"I should've taken that offer and joined the Vauco Sect, at least they have some excitement down there. Here? It's Dust here and Dust there. And Adam Taurus? He's gone bonkers yet everyone else thinks he's fit to lead!?" she groaned while rolling her head from side to side, cracking her neck a few times in the process. "He's just as bad as the humans, lionized my ass. On the next watch, I'm calling the Mistral Sect for a transfer before anything else goes wrong."