A/N: So how about that season 2 finale? How was that for lack luster?
[Mitch]
Emerald is bandaging my damaged wing. The pain washes over me like a tidal wave, but I welcome it. Pain helps keep me in reality. Pain lets me know the world around me is real. Pain is the only sure thing in life.
"Man, you took a beating," Emerald says, almost mockingly, "but I'd hate to see what you did to the other guy," she adds with a smirk.
"Unfortunately, she'll live, but next time, oh next time that reckless brawler and the rest of her team of school children will perish," I reply, images of all the ways I could slaughter them, all the ways I could make examples of them racing through my head.
"I see…..you fuckin' scare me sometimes," she says.
'And you should' I am about to add, but I hold that remark in. Even the slightest hint of my treachery could be enough to send things spiraling out of control in the future. So for now, I bide my time.
[Neo]
I watch as Emerald bandages up Mitch. His mere presence seems to fill the air with power and heat. It's frightening, but still...intriguing. I can't begin to imagine to see what his full rage would do to a person. As a weapon, he is more than useful to Cinder's grand plan's, but as a person, he seems….unpredictable. I haven't decided on whether or not I should trust him yet.
[Mitch]
Cinder stands before us, giving us the plans for the near future. I don't pay attention. Instead, I think of all the ways in which I will eliminate her. She looks upon me as though I am her pawn, her mindless hand of destruction. But oh how nuanced the truth is. In truth she is merely a tool to me. A person who, once felled, shall provide me control of the White Fang. It's a shame that those twerps had seen me, for if they hadn't, I would have been able to infiltrate Beacon under the guise of a student alongside Cinder, Emerald, and Mercury. But my role could be so much more. I will have to offer my idea.
"What if I were the one to infiltrate the tower and steal their data?" I speak up, "That way there is less chance of you being recognized, and they will assume that I am the ring leader in our operation."
"An excellent idea Mitch, but promise me that you won't destroy everything," Cinder replies. I can hear a bit of jeering in her voice, and it annoys me, but I can't let that show.
"I promise that there will be no structural damage, but I can't guarantee the lives of guards," I reply smoothly.
"I expect nothing less," CInder says, "So I suppose you will be given the given the chance, but remember, if you screw up, Neo is pulling your ass out of there."
"You needn't worry. There will be no mistakes," I say, nodding.
Step one of my phase is completed. Now to move to phase two.
[Neo]
Mitch comes to see me after the discussion with Cinder. His demeanor and hardened look give him an aged look, seeming 27, rather than 17. He walks right into my quarters to 'talk'.
"You are very pretty," he coos seductively in my ear, tracing his hand down my chin. He stands at at least six foot three, compared to my five foot, towering over me. His eyes seem to pierce into my soul.
"You're far too pretty to be involved in crime so…..so willingly," his voice seems to melt my heart.
"I do it because Cinder has….leverage on me from a mistake I made long ago," I say softly, finally gathering my voice.
"What if I could free you from her grasp?" he says quietly. The thought of being free of Cinder and living a normal life is very tempting for me.
"All you have to do," he continues, "is help me in my plans." He kisses my cheek, and I can't help but feel my heart flutter.
"I'll do it," I say softly. I can't tell whether it's because of he himself or his offer, but I can't help but trust every word he says.
"Perfect," is his simple reply before leaving.
[Mitch]
With Neo perfectly under my thumb, phase two is under way and running smoothly. Now I need only complete my task, and I will have gained the trust of Cinder. Only thanks to Neo not pulling me out, CInder will be completely oblivious to my other plans. Then phase three begins. Elimination.
[Ruby]
I walk out of the building. The loud music of the dance is enough to make my head hurt, and the amount of people in the room makes it hard for me to breath. Plus, though I won't admit it to anyone, seeing Weiss with Neptune hurt me. So I walk out of the building. A bright light flashes from the tower, and I can smell…..barbeque. As I draw near the tower, the smell of roasting meat grows stronger until I find its source. A guard lies on the ground, writhing in pain, his very flesh burning. Bones are exposed on his hands, and all he can stammer out to me is "demon" in a hushed tone before he goes still.
Several more guards litter the pathway to the tower, all in similar states of slow roast. I race to the elevator, only to reveal that whoever infiltrated the tower is gone now. In fact, the only evidence of someone being there in the first place is the roasting corpses and a note left on a computer screen. The note reads:
Train brake code:
88374
Perplexed, I write the code down on a piece of paper and put it in the waistband of my dress.
[Mitch]
Neo pulls me out of the tower. The code I left for the red one to find was in no way a brake code. Oh this would be interesting, now wouldn't it? I grinned as my plans fell into place. It wouldn't be long before Vale was mine. And once I had Vale, I could move onto another area, and another, until I was the ruler of this broken world. But now all I had to do was wait for those huntresses in training to find Roman's headquarters.
[Blake]
I charge at Roman, attacking quickly and viciously until he fell to the ground. I can hear him trying to convince me that we're on the same side. Bullshit. I'm done with the White Fang. I have to stop them. I need to. Before they hurt anyone else. I approach the train's control terminal and enter the brake code that Ruby found.
88374
I hit enter, and at first nothing happens. Suddenly, the train jerks forward, and I can tell that it is going far faster than before.
"WHAT HAPPENED?" I hear Ruby scream from the roof.
"I DON'T KNOW, BUT EVERYONE NEEDS TO GET INTO THE TRAIN CARS," I scream at the top of my lungs.
The train crashes through the wall at the end of the tunnel at terminal velocity, and flies out the other side, into the city, an army of Grimm trailing behind it.
[Mitch]
It's been a week since Roman's arrest. Cinder was so furious it was unbelievable. She was so angry at Roman not only for starting the plan early, but also for increasing the speed of the train so that it the several city blocks that it plowed through. Oh man did I laugh at the sounds of Cinder ranting to herself in her room.
With Roman out the way, I was given the role of the right hand man in her little operation. She trusted me completely. Phase three was ready to commence. Given Cinder's dominative personality, it wouldn't be long until she made the attempt to seduce me. I'd seen it before with Roman, with Mercury, and with Emerald. As soon as she trusted them, she completed her 'control' over them by making them think that she cared about them. And soon it would be my turn.
A clinking of high heels walking on a metal floor alerts me to her approach. Right on schedule. She walks up close to me, and traces her hand delicately down my chin line and down to my chest.
"You know, I've alway wanted to fuck an angel," she whispers in my ear.
That was a bit more blatant than I was expecting. Regardless, it was a step in the right direction.
"Oh have you now?" I whisper back nonchalantly.
She continues to trace her hands all over my torso and arms. She reaches with one hand and slips it into my pants.
"Might want to keep that in the bedroom," I say in her ear.
"My thoughts exactly," she replies with a grin.
And with that she takes my hand and leads me to her bed chamber.
[Neo]
From down the hall I see Cinder lead Mitch off to her bedroom, and I can't help but feel jealous. But I remind myself that this is all part of his plan. Once this is over, I'll be free of Cinder, and once he is in power, Mitch has promised to make me his queen. I feel my heart racing in anticipation. The screen on my laptop flickers to life as Mitch activates the hidden camera on his trench coat and I can see into the bedroom. Now we begin.
[Mitch]
CInder leads me to her bed by the hand. The room is a shade of dark red, with orange highlights. The color scheme applies to just about everything from the sheets of the dark wood bed, to the carpets, to the walls. Cinder steps out of her heels and drops her dress to the floor, leaving her wearing nothing other than her underwear. Her body is beautiful, but it is not my prize. At least not in that sense.
In the blink of an eye my weapon is drawn, a sawed off shotgun with a very visible knife protruding out of it. Dust powered, it needn't be reloaded, and my fiery semblance lights the rounds on fire. I quickly fire twice, and Neo teleports me behind my adversary, where I smash the blade into the back of her head. Then, I'm above her, raining hellfire upon her. My body lights aflame, and I continue firing. Now I'm acroos the room from Cinder, my fire never ceasing, and I charge at her, and, her aura finally depleted, impale her in the blade of my weapon.
She falls to the ground, limp. On one knee, I look into her eyes as she draws her final breaths.
"I'm no angel," I say with a sadistic smile before ripping her heart out through the hole in her chest.
Her eyes roll back in her head, and I have finally won. I finally have control of her group, and thus, the White Fang. Everything is falling back into place.
[Neo]
My heart leaps in joy as Cinder's corpse falls to the ground. I'm free! I rush into the room, where MItch is standing to greet me. I wrap my arms around him, and he lifts me up, our lips meeting. I don't care about the blood that is covering his arms, I only care that Cinder is dead, and Mitch isn't. There was no stopping him, there was no stopping us now. Then I feel something sharp in my back.
[Mitch]
I laugh as Neo pulls away from our embrace. Her eyes widen as she realizes what has happened. Falling to the ground, she attempts to crawl away from me. She crawls across the floor, leaving a trail of blood wherever she goes.
"You've outlived your usefullness my dear, and I have no use for a queen to distract me from my conquest," I say to her.
I can see the horror in her eyes as she realizes that I am not the angel I may appear to be. Tears run down her face, while I can't help but laughing, a sadistic pleasure rolling through me. She teleports away, but I don't worry about it. With the gaping wound in her back, she won't last long.