Chapter 9: Trouble Brewing

Alistor had decided to let the girls sleep while he walked the city. A cold night, slight snowfall. It would've really messed him up, if not for the jacket Ruby got him. "You use it to protect you from cold." Really, one of the only useful gifts he had received from anyone.

He really did like these midnight walks. Gave him time to reflect on things, like how to ask people here out on a date. Really, for joking purposes, but these girls were kinda cute, he guessed. Weiss was definitely the prettiest to him, but her cold personality put him off. Blake was a bit mysterious to him, and the whole cat thing was weird, too, considering the most popular meat on Vegeta was, in fact, a species of cat. Yang was strong, he could definitely see her fighting alongside him, but not really a good choice for anything intimate. Ruby was kind and caring, but too childish for his liking.

"Why am I thinking this? I met them a week ago, it doesn't make sense." He still couldn't shake those thoughts away, though. "I've been alone my whole life. It doesn't matter."

He couldn't shake those thoughts, but something did distract him from them.

"In the bag! Now!"

Turning the corner, he stopped to watch a store being robbed. Illegible words across the top, seemingly damaged. Around the place, there were armed men in uniforms. On their backs, a wolf's head, crossed through with claw marks.

The White Fang.

"Let's get a move on! We don't have all night." A voice was barking orders through a megaphone.

"Hey!" Alistor stepped onto the scene. "What's going on here?"

"None of your business, citizen. Move along."

"I demand an explanation."

"Move along, or we will be forced to fire."

Alistor quickly dashed to a guard and punched him in the gut, leaving him cringing in pain. "I'll ask again. What are you doing here?"

"OPEN FIRE!" Bullets hosing from fifteen different directions, Alistor deflecting them all, making sure not to injure anyone. Blake's words reminded him that they are enslaved, misguided.

"Where's my explanation?"

"Cease fire, you idiots! God, it's like you don't even listen!" A man walked out of the store. He had a white suit on, a black top hat with a red ribbon around it, orange hair covering one of his eyes, and a scowl on his face, as if he was fed up with these people's stupid behavior. "You there, big guy with the hoodie. I come in to negotiate with the store owner a bit, I come out and my men waste hundreds of dollars of ammo on a guy without even killing him. What gives?"

"Who are you?"

"Why do you want to know?"

Alistor, despite not knowing who exactly he was talking to, knew he had to be the one organizing this. So, he decided to joke around a bit.

"Because..." He pulled out the brochure given to him the day before. "I was thinking about joining! And these guys just starting shooting me! Can you believe it?"

"Oh, excuse me. I didn't realize! Where are my manners? I, am Roman Torchwick. Many call me leader, but I see myself alongside the other members of the White Fang." He held out his hand.

"I'm Alistor." He shook Roman's hand, then flipped him over on his back.

"What the-"

"I heard you guys were causing trouble for some of my friends. Does the word 'Beacon' ring a bell?"

"Son of a-"
"Now..." He held his hand out, charging a ball of energy. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you."

Sirens sounded as cars arrived on the scene, with more armed men coming out, although not appearing to be White Fang.

"Drop the weapon!"

Alistor dropped Torchwick, and fled the scene.

"Hands up, Torchwick! The gig's up!" The sound of handcuffs clasping together. "Roman Torchwick, you are under arrest!"

Alistor couldn't shake the feeling that Ruby and the others overreacted about this 'Roman Torchwick', and he was starting to question the actuality of this supposed threat.

Is there something he's missing here?