A/N: This is it! The end! Once this is over, I'll return to my other story. I must say that it has been a ton of fun writing a villain. This chapter should be a bit longer than the others, due to it containing the climax and resolution of the story.
[Mitch]
It's the dead of night. My pawns are in position. My knights ready to strike. My rooks standing defensively around me. My bishops ready to burn the city with 'cleansing' fire. This chess game is about to kick off. Only I'm the only player, and Vale is my prize. I flip a switch, and my bishops begin their job.
[Roman]
The explosion signals that the game is about to begin. Followed by a mixed group of White Fang and hacked robotic soldiers, I walk down the street. Oh how the fun is about to begin. My target is the prison. Breaking me out was to show that they were weak. To strike fear into their hearts. But now, a prison break is in order. There is no message behind this, only anarchy in mind. Anarchy for our new leader to end and rule over with his iron fist. Or wings. Whatever, I'd think of a snarky joke later.
My men and robots charge into the prison, killing every guard in their way. One of the White Fang soldiers throws a dust crystal into the guard barracks, and I fire my cane gun at it, causing a fiery explosion in the middle of the room. I step back, out of the building, off of the prison grounds, and watch the chaos unfold as freed criminals break out and join to brawl. I can't help but chuckle at how smoothly this is working already.
[?]
The explosion wakes me from my sleep. Oh no. Oh fuck. Oh fuck no. I look outside of the window and my worst fears are realized; Mitch has begun his conquest earlier than I had expected.. The only confirmation I need is the skyscraper that has been levelled by a 'fallen' military airship. Mitch has control, and he's flexing his muscles. If I can't stop this, he will be the ruthless king of Vale by morning.
[Mitch]
I watch in delight as the prison riot starts and the panic spreads. From my position in the sky I can see the lights of fires spreading like lights on a Christmas tree in the district surrounding the airship crash. Loading the massive troop transports full of explosives was quite possibly the most gloriously destructive of all the dust Roman had stolen. I flip another switch, and airship 2 falls from the sky.
[Mercury]
The second explosion tells me that it's time to strike the Schnee Corporation's central production building. I can see the plume of multi colored fire and smoke in the distant, and the screams of thousands of people tells me that the fallen airship has succeeded in tearing down the city's walls. Before much longer, the elite hunters and huntresses would be scoring the city looking for the source of the attacks, but they wouldn't last long.
As I walk into the building, I can hear someone yell at me, "Hey kid! Get out of here! It's after hours, you're not supposed to be here!"
I don't hesitate to stare him in the eyes before leaping at him and kick him in the throat. My boot mounted firearms fire as I land on him, damn near severing his head. Former military bots charge into the room, and spill all of the dust onto the ground. We face little opposition after my show of power, and it isn't long before we're leaving the building. I get puzzled looks before one of the bots fires its gun into the piles of dust. Then nobody in the building has a face to give me looks with.
[Mitch]
More fires light up in the city, and I can't help but grin wickedly at the mayhem and destruction. Any hunter or huntress spotted is immediately fired upon and killed by my armada of flying ships. When they write me down in the history books, I won't change a fucking thing. Every child will learn exactly what I did to this city, and every child will know that I did it for power. They will know that I didn't feel oppressed. They'll simply realize that what I did, I did for power, and they will see that not all wars have a meaning or cause behind them, and not all kings are divine, and not all those in charge are elected by the people. No, they will see that power is what makes the world go round. I flip another switch, and the third of my airships crashes to the city below. I can already see the chaos spreading, and I take pride in my planning.
[?]
Fuck, fuck, fuck. God damn it all to fucking Hell. Mitch is acting faster than I can think. Grimm are in the city. Prisoners are free. Buildings are falling. The biggest dust warehouse in Vale has exploded. Hunters and huntresses are falling left and right. I knew that Mitch was moving fast, but I never imagined that he would start this fast. Fuck. I need a plan before too many people die. I can't even begin to imagine how many already have met their fate to Mitch.
[Emerald]
Another building falls, and I know that no one can ever stop Mitch. I hate the bastard, but he's a brilliant fucking strategist, and I know that helping him is the only way to ensure my safety in his new world. I walk through the streets, throwing explosives into buildings, shooting down weakened structures. All this chaos. All this destruction. I live for this shit. The heat of the fires warms my skin, and I never want this glorious chaos to end. But alas, it will end before the sun rises on a new day. And when the dawn comes, the dawn will signal a new era.
[Mitch]
I'm dropping the smaller airships like raindrops now. They don't reap the destruction of the troop transports, but the smaller ships are still great for damaging the structural integrity of the buildings below them. I make sure to keep two of the large troop transports for the grand finale. I have three left, and I drop one of them into the information tower that I had deceived the red one at, and the tower collapses, along with all of its data and records. Just two ships left. All I have left is the finale. Beacon.
[Ozpin]
I watch the news from my glorified cell in Vacuo. No one will let me leave to assist the innocents in Vale. Tears stream down my face. My students. My friends. My colleagues. All of them are dying, and there's nothing I can do to help them. All I can do is hope that Ironwood is able stop whatever madman is doing this, but that hope is all but lost, considering that his own ships are being used as weapons. I told them. I told them all, but nobody ever listened. Oh god, if only they'd listened.
[?]
The world is burning around me, and I need to find a way to escape. I need to survive, because something tells me that if Mitch can be killed, I may be the only one who can do it. Building are falling around me as I run down the street. I have to get underground. I feel lightheaded and weak from the smoke and fire, so I can't use any abilities without killing myself. Fuck, I can barely breathe. I manhole reveals itself through the smoke, and I make a mad dash for it. Upon reaching it, I lift it, and drop down. All I can do is wait and gather my strength. This was going to one Hell of a night.
[Mitch]
The city is in a perfect state of chaos, and it's time for the grand finale of my destruction. I hit the two remaining switches on my control pad, and the last two troop transports descend on their target. Beacon. The school erupts into flames, multi colored explosions erupting from the ground. The school's many towers crumble on top of themselves. The hanging balconies fall on the burning city below them. My conquest of Vale is nearing its conclusion.
[Velvet]
No. Me and the rest of team CFVY are on the ground. Looking up, we see the ships destroy our school and home. No no no no no. This is terrible.
"Coco! We have to get the Hell out of here!" I yell, "Those balconies are gonna fall right on top of us!"
Indeed, we have the misfortune of being right below one of Beacon's many balconies used for transportation of students and staff.
"Those explosions sounded bad! What the fuck is happening?" Fox yells, confused.
"Fox, I almost envy your blindness, because I just saw something I wish I hadn't," Coco says.
"That ain't much of an answer!" Fox yells back, annoyed.
"For the love of god, guys, we need to MOVE!" I yell, "Fox, beacon just got hit by two of those giant airships, and we are right below one of the school's landing balconies."
That gets his attention. The four of us break into a sprint, running from the inevitable structural collapse. Then the balcony falls, and I can both hear and feel the vibration of the rubble slamming into the ground. Oh god. No. I can't believe it. Fuck. No. Tears well up in my eyes. This can't be happening. Not her. Not Coco.
[Coco]
I lie on the ground, several tons of rubble crushing my legs, and I know that this is the end of the line for me. This is it. I will die not knowing who survives this Hell. But for now, my priority is making sure my team moves without me.
"Coco! NO!" Velvet screams, tears welling in her eyes. It crushes my heart seeing the girl I love look that way.
"Velvet, it's okay. You need to go on without me. You can do it. I believe in you all," I say to her through gritted teeth. The pain in my legs is coursing through my whole body, and I know I could die any second, any minute, any hour, depending on how badly I'm bleeding. But one thing I know for sure is, is that I won't survive this night.
"Coco, please don't talk like that! We can save you! We can get that stuff off of you! You can make it! Please! You can't leave us! We need you! I need you!" Velvet screams through her tears.
"My legs are crushed, I won't make it. But you guys have to. You need to live. All three of you. I love you Velvet, but I need you to leave. I need you to let me go. Just promise me, promise me that you'll see the bastard who did this killed," I say to her, tears streaming down my face.
Velvet get down and gives me one last kiss on the lips, and then she and the rest of the team leave. I watch them run down the street, and I smile, somehow knowing that they'd survive.
[Pyrrha]
An explosion rips through the air. A smaller airship has crashed into the ground near us, and smoke is in the air. Dazed, I try to spot everyone, but someone's missing. Oh no. Fuck. This can't be happening. A sword and shield lay on the ground where our leader once stood. No. I look around frantically, searching for any sign of Jaune. I find it, and immediately wish I hadn't. A sleeve of his combat suit is lying on the ground, his arm still in it, disconnected from the rest of his body. Oh god. My stomach crawls, and I can't bear to keep looking around, yet I know that I have to be sure. I have to hope he's okay. Then I find the rest of him. The explosion must have flung him through the air, because here he is, impaled through the chest with a glass shard, blood oozing through his stump arm and the gaping wound in his chest. His eyes stare into the burning sky, unblinking. Tears fall from my eyes in waves as I turn and rejoin the remainder of the team. This city isn't home anymore. It's Hell.
[Mitch]
I descend onto the city, my body aflame, ready to claim my prize. I laugh in delight as I see the hopelessness of the people below me. To them I must appear as an angel, come to save them, or to the more perceptive ones, a demon here to rule them. I fall land upon the Beacon, and I walk to area where Ozpin once sat. The ceiling is now gone, and rubble is strewn about the large, open room. Having done my research, I grab the microphone from below the desk. This microphone, when the selection was made, would project my voice through every speaker in Vale.
And so, with the sun finally rising after a long night of chaos, I speak into the microphone, "Hello, survivors. This is your new ruler. It would appear that none of your brave defenders could save your friends, save your family from the fiery holocaust that has befallen this city. Your security turned against you, your walls have been broken. This city is mine. My men are currently in the process of rebuilding the walls, but with a gate. All who defy me will be expelled to the world outside. If you wish to challenge my power, I am at Beacon, in Ozpin's office. So for now, goodbye."
With that I ended my message. I knew it wouldn't be long before usurpers began to trickle in to Beacon, but I was ready.
[Ruby]
My team is outside Ozpin's office waiting to see if any of our surviving classmates come to help us. If any of them survived. Sure enough, team CFVY arrives near us. Something isn't right though. They're all depressed looking, and Coco isn't with them.
"Oh no," I say, "Where's Coco?"
"She….she….she didn't make it," Fox says, and I can tell that Velvet is about to start crying.
"That's terrible," Yang says.
"Are you guys here to kill this asshole too?" Blake asks them.
"Absolutely, but I think we should wait for more people," Velvet says, anger in her voice.
As she says that, the remainder of team JNPR arrives.
"Oh god, not Jaune too!" Weiss yells in disbelief.
"I'm afraid so," Ren says.
"That's it, we're going in there, and we are killing that mother fucker!" Yang yells.
"Agreed!" Pyrrha, Velvet, and I all say in near unison.
[Mitch]
The ten children walk in. They may be my age physically, but they will never be my equal, they will never reach my power. Probably because I'm going to kill them all.
"Aren't teams supposed to consist of four? Unless we have two large teams, I would say that you've lost some people," I say snidely.
The girl in pink fire several grenades out of her weapon, but I quickly dodge out of their path, and send them crashing through the other end of the building.
"Nice try, but ruining my furniture isn't going to kill me," I say tauntingly.
The ten of them rush me at once. The green one rushes at me,firing off his sub machine guns, but I grab him by the throat. I jump into the air to dodge a combined attack by the red one, the black one, the yellow one, and the pink one, who is now using her gun as a hammer. As I ascend, I bring the green one with me, and fling him out of the building to the city below.
I hear his teammates screams like music to my ears, and their anger fuels my power. Oh god it's great.
"Ten little hunters, knew nothing was fine, one was too hasty, and then there were nine," I say mockingly.
I know that his aura will protect him from the fall, but none the less, he will be gone for a good while.
The red one swings her scythe at me, but I catch it, and fling her into her teammates and allies, rendering her unconscious.
"Nine little hunters, trying to escape their fate, one thought she was strong, and then there were eight," I say, "I hope you know that I'm making this up as I go along."
The yellow one charges at me, the shotguns on her gauntlets firing out buckshot while she swung her fists at me.
"WILL. YOU. SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP!?" She screams between punches.
I catch her by the fist, my burning presence incinerating her aura, and smash her skull through the nearby wall. I'm not quite sure if she's dead or unconscious, but I don't really care.
"Eight little hunters, thought the fight would be more than even, one found what it was really like to burn, and then there were seven," I recite, chuckling.
They all charge me at once, and I fly into the air, extend the sword blade of my weapon, and drop to the ground, slamming my blade into the ground. Fire flies up in a circle around us, creating an arena of sorts. The small hunters never stood chance. They lay around me, in various states of consciousness.
"God dammit, too many of you fell at once, and you fucked up my poem!" I yell, jokingly, "you are just a mob of people, and a mob is nothing to a king. And a king is nothing to a god! I am the god of this new world!"
[?]
"I am the god of this new world!" the snarky bastard yells. God I hate him. And now it's time to act.
"But what is a god," I say, teleporting behind him, "to an atheist?"
I impale him with my blade, and I can't help but smile at the surprise, terror, and regret in his eyes.
"Not a fucking thing," I say, answering my own question. I finally had my vengeance, and this world was finally free of that bastard.
[Mitch]
I look upon Neo as she pulls the sword out of my back. She must have gotten to a hospital after I stabbed her. Fuck. No. I refuse to fucking die here. Not when I am so close to my objective.
"NO! I WILL NOT DIE AT THE HANDS OF YOU!" I scream in rage. My body is burning with the flames of my rage, and I can feel blood pouring out of my back. "YOU WHORE! YOU THINK YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO KILL ME?! I SAY NO! I WILL NOT DIE!" I grab her by the throat, and thrust my wings, rocketing me towards the open sky. She must have treated her blade with something, because my wound is refusing to burn shut.
As we rocket towards the clouds, I punch her in the stomach. I refuses to let this bitch be my demise! Between punches, I yell at her, "I. Do. Not. Leave. Business. Unfinished!" Then I drop her. I watch her fall to the ground so far below us, but then the blood loss gets me. My wings aren't working ng! Fuck! No! This can't happen! I was to be a god! NO! The last thing I see is the asphalt of the streets below me.
[Lie Ren]
A ball of fire crashes into the ground near me, and dirt and stone fly into the air. It wakes me out of the daze of being thrown from god knows how many stories in the air. Then I see, it wasn't just one ball of fire, but rather two, one after the other. In a crater in the ground are the corpses of both Neo and Mitch. I approach cautiously, just in case Mitch has survived the fall. Peering into the crater, I see Neo's body, still, and smiling, presumably at her victory against the man who tried to kill her. Next to her is the incredibly bloody corpse of Mitch. I don't quite understand how Neo had survived Mitch in the first place, but it doesn't matter now that they're both dead.
I pull out my weapons, and use the blades on the magazines to begin climbing the rock face that holds up the remains of Beacon. The city would take years to rebuild, but I know that someday it will return to its former glory.
[Blake]
I'm tending to Yang's wounds when Ren walk back into the building. No one says a word, and no one needs to. I can tell by the look on his face that he knows what to do, and he joins in helping the wounded. So many dead. So many wounded. We lost so many good people today, and I'm not sure if the wounded will make it to see tomorrow. I look down at Yang and I can't help but shed a tear. Her nose is definately broken, along with several ribs, and I can only imagine what kind of internal bleeding she is facing. She's unconscious, but she looks so….so dead. If it weren't for the slow rise and fall of her chest, then I wouldn't be able to tell the difference. I think I'm gonna be sick.
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[Velvet]
It's been two months since Mitchell Day rained death upon the innocent people of Vale. After his death, the military regained control of their robotic soldiers, and his accomplices were arrested, and it wasn't long before they met the death penalty for several hundred deaths between them. The total population of Vale was estimated to have dropped by fifteen percent that night. So many of our friends died. In the end we lost Jaune, Nora, Yang, Fox, Cardin, and Coco. Coco. It's been two months and I still miss her. Oh christ, I can still see the image of her, her legs crushed by the fallen rubble.
I'm sure that Blake and Pyrrha faced something similar, both watching as their love died before their eyes. Actually, Blake has been helping me through sleepless nights, where I feel so alone without Coco next to me. I feel like I'm slowly falling for Blake, but I'm nowhere near ready for another relationship, and she respects that. Maybe someday, but for now, we both morne for our fallen loves.
The city's walls have been repaired, the rubble has been cleared, and life in Vale is relatively back to normal, aside from the destroyed buildings and homes. The rebuilding process, while working faster than expected, will still take at least another year. As I look out at the city from the edge of Beacon's foundation, I can't help but feel that someday all would be right in the world again.
[The End]