A/N: Onwards to the final back story of my team. After I finish this chapter, I literally have no idea where this Fic will take me. I am probably going to need ideas from you guys.

Sarah: Why? Cat's got your tongue?

Soap: Well sor- Did you seriously just make a cat pun when you yourself are a cat faunas?

Sarah: Yeah, do you have a problem with that?

Soap: No it's jus-ugh. You infuriate me sometimes, you know that?

Sarah: *Satisfied voice* Yeah.

Soap: *Heavy sigh* Whatever let's just get on to the story.

Edit: The actual story will start on what will be titled as "Ch 5: whom we love". So if you don't want to read back story, just skip to that chapter.

Chapter 4 (back story part 3): are the ones

"Two years before Sarah and I fell in love, three years before we took in Sam; the world of an innocent 12 year old boy was shattered beyond repair in ways that I couldn't imagine, even today. Many years later, that same boy married your 'Auntie Hawky'. But again, I'm getting ahead of myself. The boy's name was Drake Hemington.

"Drake's father was a successful hunter in Vacuo and Drake admired him to no end, however, the extent to which Drake admired his father, only made the news of his death that much harder. To say the least, Drake fell into a deep depression. Anyone that saw him during that time would have clearly seen the extent of the depression that his father's death left him in.

"Looking back on his past now, I guess I can understand why the White Fang chose to kidnap him. A kid in that state, even one that's a Huntsman's son, would have been an easy target. However, the White Fang then was more unorganized than the White Fang I came to know many years later which meant that they didn't do their homework well enough. If they had, they would have known that his mother died during childbirth and that his father had died recently. Which meant their was nobody left to care that he was missing.

"What few that knew and cared about him, were either too young or not willing to do something. The police, of course, looked for him; but they found nothing. Eventually, the White Fang tried to make a ransom attempt for him, however their faint voice fell on deft ears.

"Since their plan failed, they decided to make the best out of the situation turning their worthless hostage into a human guinnea pig to practice their torture techniques on.

"First came the beating and cutting to any and all exposed skin. By then, one year's time had passed since the White Fang's ransom attempt failed.

"Next, they cut his vocal chords so that they could get more aggressive in their techniques without the risk of Drake's screams damaging their sensitive hearing. 3 months had now passed.

"Next came fighting practice. They set Drake up on one side of a arena with his hands tied behind his back. During the first fight they put him in, they found that he had an unlocked semblance; so they did one of the most painful things you could ever do to a, at that point, 14 year old child; they locked his aura. By then, 2 years had passed since Drake was kidnapped and the police started their investigation; something that they had been at for 2 years. By now, the police had stopped their search and declared Drake a lost cause; it was around the same time that I ran into Sarah, your mom, and literally swept her off her feet.

"Next was the slave treatment; something that was humiliating but Drake had no choice but to comply. By now, 3 years had passed. It was around now that Sarah and I found Sam on the streets and took her in, giving her a chance at the adventure she always wanted.

"The White Fang were running out of use for Drake but they were prepare for a time like that. As a way to practice an older torture technique, they amputated portions of his arms. They cut just below his his right shoulder, removing most of his right arm, and also removed the lower half of his left arm, just below the elbow. They were kind enough to close the wounds that they caused; but as an added measure of torture, they were very sloppy. Nearly four years had passed and the White Fang planned to execute him in two days time, on his 16th birthday. At that point, I'm sure that Drake was ready to die; he had seen 3 of his birthdays come to pass without a sign of rescue.

"If it had been me in that position, I would have given up all hope for rescue a long, long time ago...

Nearly a year after she began her training with Sarah and I, Sam became our long-range and stealth specialist.

Not to mention the fact that she, literally, had the eyes of a hawk and, after some much needed help and practice, could fly like one too.

Before Sam met us, she never had any reason to fly, so he use with her wings were limited; however, after a year of flying lessons from Sarah, she was able to fly extraordinarily well - especially when she used her semblance while doing so.

A few days after Sarah and I began training Sam, we saw it necessary for her aura to be unlocked.

When I went about unlocking Sam's aura and semblance, I did so almost religiously.

(From here on out, whenever I say aura in regards to it being unlocked, just know that I am referring to both aura and semblance.)

When a person unlocks someone else's aura, a bond is formed between the person who's aura is being unlocked and the person doing the unlocking.

I wasn't willing to risk my relationship with Sarah in anyway - nothing was worth that - because of this, I took to using the, somewhat, newer and more archaic method to unlock Sam's aura.

Eventually, we were able to unlock it. Ironically enough, or not, - it depends on how you see things - her semblance ended up being: Wind.

Having wind as a semblance, combined with the fact that she was a hawk faunas - you know, with wings - was incredibly useful. She could, with her semblance, flying for extended periods of time and, if she truly wanted to, throw people around with it.

Sam, being born a heiress to a rich corporation, didn't necessarily like it when she didn't get what she wanted; particularly when it came to intel.

It was through her persistent nature, and a few of her alternate methods that she had devolved, that she was able to discover the possible location of a major White Fang base hidden outside the walls of the kingdom of Vacuo.

On any other occasion, I probably would have blown off the info; however, because of the location that said base was supposed to be situated, I was intrigued.

Sam, who was confused as to why I took a sudden interest in the base, asked why.

I did my best to explain.

I told her that since I was a rather successful bounty hunter, I often found myself in possession of - either by my own methods or by the said police just sending me them outright - police reports and rumors regarding the criminal underworld; this base and what it was supposed to be known for was one such rumor.

"Almost 4 years ago," I told her, "I managed to come across police reports on an incident involving a 12 year old boy, that had been kidnapped by local Vacuo White Fang members, and an attempt by said White Fang to get some money out of him via ransom. In the end, the Vacuo Police Force abandoned the case - their excuse was that the evidence trail had gone cold and that they couldn't find anymore leads; I personally didn't believe them - and the kid was never found." (Ughh. I hate how that line sounds but I couldn't think of any other way to word it.)

I went on to explain that the White Fang, allegedly, executed their hostages after exactly 4 years of not being claimed for ransom. "That said, that boy that was captured almost 4 years ago, has less than two days left." That was, IF, he was still alive.

Once Sam and Sarah heard that they might be able to get some action, they rushed off to get their gear together.

Since I already had my gear together, I went to the garage to start up my new toy; a custom Bullhead Troop Carrier with room for 50, plus a pilot and co-pilot.

The Bullhead itself had extensive modifications which included a stealth system and a couple offensive options should the need arise, all courtesy of Sam. The offensive measures included, but were not limited to, four .50 (if anyone doesn't know, .50 is how 50 caliber is written without writing caliber) Gatling guns and a 105 mm Dust cannon.

If the kid was actually alive after all these years, he would more than likely need medical attention; something I had plenty of space for.

The ride to the base would take a little over an hour; nothing too strenuous, but long enough for Sarah and Sam to get some shut eye on the way.

While they were asleep, I thought over the possible scenarios of our mission.

While I was thinking the mission over it occurred to me that IF the kid was still alive after years of torture, he probably wouldn't trust faunas; or at least not readily.

Usually this wouldn't make me worried; however 1/2 of my team, thus far, was faunas - myself and Bucky being the exceptions.

The reason why this worried me was that if either Sam or Sarah, especially Sarah, were harmed in anyway by the kid; I would more than likely lose con...No. I wouldn't let that happen.

(Phew! That was a lot of necessary universe and backstory building. Now back to Drake's backstory)

When were about 5 minutes from the base, I woke the others so they could get ready.

I was able to find a clearing not far from the base to set down.

Once we were on the ground, Sam immediately made her way to and up the tallest tree to get a good view of the compound.

With overwatch in place, I handed Sarah some remote explosives to plant around the compound. The White Fang had major footholds in both Atlas and Mistral and was ever increasing in Vale; however, because of the harsh and hostile climate that Vacuo presented, the White Fang there were hard time getting a foothold in the desert kingdom - something that I wanted to make sure didn't happen.

There was enough terroristic White Fang in Remnant already.

With Sarah, Sam, Bucky, and myself being professional bounty hunters, we were all outfitted with, among other things, several means of communication including: our scrolls and ear pieces that could act as both a wireless headset for our scrolls and a standalone two-way radio.

Bucky was back at the church monitoring radar and air traffic, making sure that no reinforcements were called in.

Inside the base, I was having a bit of a hard time catching a break.

A White Fang base meant faunas. Faunas meant enhanced hearing, sight, and smell, which also meant that I had to continuously teleport from rooftop to rooftop to make sure I wasn't seen.

Sarah, on the other hand, was able to walk around the compound just fine without raising questions; once she snagged an outfit.

Since Sarah was the only one that had an outfit, I charged her with the planting of the explosives.

While she was doing that, I was trying to figure out where the White Fang were hiding their hostage.

"Sam, you see anything near me from where you are?" I asked as quietly as I could into my headset.

"Not really." She replied. "8 o' clock 250 feet out, the building with the blue roof seems to have more patrols around it than the other buildings."

"Sarah, can you confirm this?" I asked.

"From what I can see, yeah." She replied.

"Alright; Sarah, go ahead and move in. I'll be there in a bit since I used too much of my aura a bit too quickly. I'll be there as soon as I've rested up a bit."

"Alright, I'll meet you inside."

"Sarah?"

"Yeah?"

"Please be careful, this guy has been here for nearly 4 years, I don't think he'll be very happy to see another faunas dressed in a White Fang uniform, so see if you can ditch the outfit before you search the building. If not..." I sighed, "Just please promise me that you will be careful."

"I promise." Sarah responded, her voice slipping into the voice that she used when she was trying to seduce me, but she was cut off by Sam before she was able to.

"Ughh. Please don't do this now." I knew that Sam knew that Sarah and I were going to tease her for not having a boyfriend, again; something that I was pretty sure Sam didn't want to go through, again.

"Whatever Sam." I responded, laughing at our easily discomforted companion. "Just get ready in case something happens."

"Roger." Sam responded, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"Soap, he's here." Sarah's voice said as it echoed through my mind.

"Are you sure?" I asked in return.

"He matches the description. Looks to be about 16 years old, has brown hair and black eyes with a hint of blue; it's definitely him. I'm low on aura so I'll need your help getting him out of here."

"Alright I'll be there in 3. Stay hidden and don't attract attention to yourself."

"Just hurry up please."

"I'm coming." I said as I got to the roof of the building.

After looking around for a minute, I finally found an entrance.

As I entered, something felt off.

I tried calling out to Sarah but got no reply.

Fuck. Sarah's not answering. This can't be good. I thought to myself as I started to worry.

I radioed Sam, "Sam, something doesn't feel right. Eyes on the building; if anyone leaves or tries to enter that isn't me or Sarah, drop em."

"Roger."

When I entered the building, I found Sarah. She was on the ground next to the boy they were after, both of them unconscious.

When I moved in to get a better look, I saw something else in the corner of my eye standing in the shadows across the room.

It was, what looked to be, the highest ranking officer in the compound waiting for me. A high-powered handgun leveled at my head.

"I know better than to try and sneak up on a faunas, so I'm not going to even try." I said; unholstering my Deagel, placing it on the floor.

"What manners. And here I thought that all humans were rude." The officer said genuinely surprised.

"Nah. Only the ones that aren't me." I said, kicking my gun towards the officer.

The officer stopped the gun with his foot. "Tell me, are you from Beacon?"

"Nope, me and my partner are solo."

"Hmmm. I see, and who might this partner be?"

"Well you're kinda standing over her."

"What do you and your partner call yourselves?"

I internally grinned. "She," I said, pointing to Sarah, "is perhaps the most infamous mercenary in the world. She is also responsible for the slaughter of a regiment of White Fang 8 years ago. The regiment was attacking an orphanage, trying to get new recruits when she intervened. Needless to say, those that were guilty, paid for their sins. You probably know her as Sarah 'Hearts' Kirtsov."

The officer's face lost some of its color when he realized who he had knocked unconscious, "Flash Lightning."

"It seems that the whispers have finally spread after all these years." I said, satisfied with my work.

The officer regained his emotionless composure and addressed me, "What about you? All you have done so far is make me proud that I have captured number two of the White Fang's most wanted. What name could you have that could make me fear you?"

I smiled wildly. "I am the world's youngest millionaire, I am Remnant's youngest and most infamous bounty hunter; my name is Soap."

"I've never heard of you."

My smile widened as I laughed. "This doesn't surprise me in the slightest."

"Explain yourself." He said, pulling the chamber back on his gun.

"The fact that you have never heard of me means that I have done my job correctly."

"Enough idle chatter, answer my question and TELL ME YOUR NAME!" The officer shouted.

"I have many names." I said, suddenly serious. Slowly, I started walking towards the man. As I closed the distance, I put my right hand behind my back, grabbing one of my swords. Quickly and quietly, I whispered into my headset, "Sam, patch me into the speaker system."

"Done." A voice said in my headset.

"Over the many years I have served the good of humanity, I accumulated many, many name. The Burning Spirit, Fire Walker, Ghost, The Smokey Mist." My voice was now ringing through the building's speaking system, "However, of all of the names that people have given me, my favorite is Demon." I pulled my semblance into my hand, lighting it on fire.

Slowly, I spread the flames over the entirety of my left arm. I took another step forward, scarring the officer even more.

"And that's because when I fight, they say I have..." I teleported directly behind the officer.

"...the power of a Demon."

The man turned around and swiped downwards at me with a knife, missing terribly. The officer, who miscalculated where I was, swung with a lot of force; so much that he lost his balance and ended up scratching one of Sarah's cheeks.

As the officer started to stand back up, he stole a look at the the person he hit instead of his intended target. He watched as the black stripe in Sarah's hair slowly began to disappear. When he saw this, a shiver went down his spine.

He turned to look me, nearly jumping out of his skin; I had a good feeling I knew why.

As soon as I saw Sarah get hit, I watched my vision begin to fade to red.

"I'll be honest, I don't remember much about what happened after that. The next thing I knew, I was back in the Bullhead with Sam, Sarah, and the kid we rescued heading back to the church...

"...I have to make sure he doesn't attack you two when he wakes up." I heard myself say when I could finally control myself again.

"Consider it done." Sam said as the Bullhead took off towards Vale.

"Bucky." I said into my mic.

"Yo, what's going on Soap?"

"I need you to get a medical stretcher ready."

"Alright, anything else?" Bucky said after a few seconds.

I thought for a second before I responded. "A band-aid for Sarah, that'll be all."

"Alright see you when you guys get back. Bucky out."

The Bullhead was in the air now a good minute away from the base when a large explosion was heard in the distance.

Sarah gave me a concerned look before turning her attention to the person we rescued.

"Look at his neck." Sarah said.

I did and saw a large scar going across it, "He has no vocal chords." I said,

A voice was heard from the cockpit, Sam's, "Do we know what his name is?"

"His name is Drake, Drake Hemington." I replied without hesitation.

"How do you know?" Sarah asked.

"This is the same kid that was kidnapped four years ago by the White Fang. It's amazing that he's still alive." I said.

"I wonder what they did to him." Sarah thought out loud.

"Let's get him fixed up before we ask him any questions." I responded.

After Sarah and I finally finished patching up Drake, the only thing left to do was to wake him.

Something that neither Sarah, nor Sam, wanted to do.

When he was finally awake, Drake sat up and looked around, eyes wide all the while. When he realized that he was no longer in the White Fang base, he turned to me.

"I understand your name is Drake?" I said.

Drake nodded.

"Here," I tossed him a scroll, landing in his lap, "type what you want to say. When we patched you up, we saw that your vocal chords were cut out; you should be able to communicate just fine with that. Oh, and before you try to motion that you have no arms, take a look." I said with a grin.

Drake did as he was told and looked shocked to see two full arms where two stubs were not too long ago.

After getting the hang of using the prosthetic arms, he began to type out his story.

Once he finally finished, I read his story.

A/N; Finally they are all done! All of the major back story's.

Sarah: Now for the hard part, what happens next.

Soap: *heavy sigh* Time to start typing again.

Edit: 5-18-2015; I'm finally done rewriting the backstories! I don't think that I'm going to be rewriting any more chapters anytime soon. I have a plot to advance!

I will eventually have to come back and do it because some of the chapters have incorrect info regarding my O.C.'s pasts.

But that won't be for a while, I need to take a break.