I do not own RWBY. Warring torture if you are not comfortable reading torture do not read this. Also needles if you can't read about needles don't read this.
Adam, Red discovered, was exceptionally hard to find. He made sure not to leave a paper trail at all and on the rare occasion that he got caught on camera the video was tampered with. The best she could do was figure out that he had met with a small time information broker which when interrogated led her though a few people and finally to the White Fang, run by Blake Belladonna. Red was not going to be happy when she found him. He made her kill twelve people! (Everyone she came in contact with except Blake) She even had to make contact with the leader of the White Fang! Killing someone so important without thinking through all the implications is generally a bad idea, so she had to show herself to someone.
There was only one reason a high level operative of the White Fang like Adam would be in Vacuo: to assassinate Sasha Peirce. Sasha is a notoriously racist politician in Vacuo the White Fang would love to see dead.
Red got on her private airship to go to Vacuo. When she got there she started conducting surveillance on Sasha looking for the three best places to assassinate her from. These turned out to be a roof top that has line of sight on a street she goes down every day consistently, a coffee shop where she could be poisoned easily, and a cliché back alley. If Adam decided to kill her there it annoy her to no end, because really a dark alley? She didn't want people like them to get a bad rap.
Red set up hidden cameras to watch each location and waited. In only four hours Adam appeared on the roof with a sniper rifle. At least it's not the alley Red thought. Red made her way over to a tall tree with a great view of Adam and climbed up onto it, readied crescent rose, aimed, and waited for him to shoot.
She may as well let him do what he came here to do. It would help keep her on the crime bosses good side. Granted killing one of her best people probably wasn't the best way of going about that, but that couldn't be helped.
He fired. Knowing him he had hit his target so she shot him in the legs. That should keep him still. Red figured even if he remains conscious he won't be able to get very far. The worst that could happen is he crawls off the building which would end my fun prematurely.
Red climbed out of the tree and went over to the building Adam was on top of. She climbed the stairs up to the third story, but right before she reached the top she found the White Fang assassin lying on the stairs, passed out.
"You got farther that I expected. Good for you," and she kicked him over onto his back. She pulled out a roll of bandages and bound the two stumps he had for legs now, so he wouldn't die from blood loss. She really did have powerful bullets. The girl picked him up and slung him over her shoulder. She wound her way back to her airship with Adam and dumped him in the medical bay and hooked him up to a sedative and blood to keep him asleep and alive. She strapped him down with dust infused metal anyway.
Red piloted the airship back to Vale and landed it a few blocks from one of her safe houses. She put the unconscious criminal in a black van she kept in the aircraft and drove him to her safe house. Red rolled Adam onto a stretcher and wheeled him out of the van and into the building where he was then brought down into the basement which Red had converted into a dungeon/torture chamber. He was then lifted into a metal chair and strapped down. Red went over to the cart of blades of various shapes sizes as well as a few other tools such as a drill and pliers.
Adam was starting to wake up, his eyelids were fluttering and he was moving a little. When he woke Red had a large scalpel and a huge grin on her face.
"How are you? I bet your knees hurt considering they're only half there." Adam only glared in response. "Nothing to say? That's fine. Let's get down to business then." Red used the scalpel to cut away his suit, careful not to cut him yet, revealing a toned stomach and a six pack.
"You've got abs." Red whistled "I'll take them." The psychopath slowly started to cut a rectangle around his abdomen, Adam barely managing to hold in a scream. When a significant amount of blood began pouring from the wound she reached for a syringe with a clear liquid inside.
"It's a type of sedative," Red explained "it will slow your heart rate so you don't run out of blood, but it leaves you perfectly awake and feeling. Perfect for my needs." She pressed the needle into his neck and pushed down the plunger. After about thirty seconds the blood flow began to lessen.
"There all better." Red smiled like a little kid on Christmas morning. Red grabbed the scalpel and continued cutting Adam open. After she finished the rectangle she put down the scalpel and picked up a large kitchen knife.
"Now to peel of the skin." The girl wiggled the knife into the cut she had made and raised it prying up his flesh. That was all Adam could take; he let out a full throated scream. Red, in response, let out a girlish giggle.
"Finally! I've been waiting for a while now. I'm impressed most people would have started begging by now." Red grabbed the thick sheet of flesh she pried from her victim and gingerly pulled it away from him. Left behind was a glistening wall of muscle.
"Please," Adam moaned.
"Please what? Use your words."
"Please stop. I tell you anything."
"What like the name of your boss?"
"Blake Belladonna."
"Oh, I know. She's the one that told me where you were." Adams face grew horrified and confused then changed to anger. "I didn't even have to torture her. I asked she answered."
"No. She cared about me! I taught her how to fight! How to survive! She wouldn't just betray me!"
"I think you may have overestimated how much she cares for you. Judging by how she acted with me… none." Adam looked devastated. His fledgling and supposed friend had given him to Little Red Riding Hood.
"You know I'm pretty annoyed with you. When I was looking for you I had to kill twelve people! I do not like being forced to kill people. I do it for pleasure, and business; not because someone else made me." Red walked over to her cart and grabbed a hand held buzz saw. She brought it down to press lightly against his wrist.
Red noticed the twitch of fear on his face and smiled comfortingly. Adams screams were beautiful as blood and gore sprayed from his wrist. Red picked up his hand and set it on the cart next to his skin.
"You're bleeding a lot even with the sedative. I think I'll have to cauterize it," Red smirked devilishly. Adam's torturer got a blow torch from her many tools and set it alight. Red brought it down to the stump where Adams hand used to be. She burned the flesh beyond all recognition as Adam cried and screamed for her to stop.
"No." This continued for several hours, removing his arms legs, and other parts. When Red finally used a handsaw to decapitate him, she, and the room, where covered in blood. Red dropped all Adam's body parts into a body bag except his hand; she dropped that in a jar of formaldehyde to keep as a remembrance of him.
She dragged the body bag out into the van then proceeded to drive twenty miles to the agreed meeting point where she got out of the van and carried Adam's remains over a few feet and set them down and she waited. Six minutes later Jackie Hoffman drove up in her sports car.
"Is he in that bag?" Jackie asked as she got out with a large briefcase. Idiot. You don't show off the payment like that. It was asking to be double crossed.
Of course he's in the bag. What else would be in the bag? And if there was something else in the bag I would be trying to trick you into thinking otherwise so why ask? But Red didn't say this instead she said "Yes"
"Then here," and she held out the briefcase. Really you're not even going to check to see if I'm telling the truth? But Red saw no need to complicate things and walked over to grab the briefcase. If this is a trap it's a bad one. Red grabbed the briefcase opened it checking to see if an appropriate amount of money was there. It was, so she turned around got in her van and drove off. Time to go home.