Ch37: You done goofed
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'Holy shit. I'm not dead. And I can see. My eyes are closed and yet I can see clearly. This is wierd. I can see it all. I lie in the room where I died. Outside stand two marked for death. I feel alive once more. I can feel my power.' I slowly stand up, feeling my newfound power. "WUNDERBAR!" I shout aloud, feeling the power at my fingertips. "HEAR ME NOW! HEAR ME TORCHWICK, TAURUS AND ALL THE OTHERS! DEATH COMES FOR YOU NOW!" I scream in a voice that is my own and not my own. A voice that could be heard in the very soul. I can see it now. The drug worked, just not how the SDC thought it would. Whatever Dust they used, it unlocked the power within my soul. Now I know why I could hear her, now I knew. The guards outside get over their pants-shitting fear and manage to point their ARs in the general direction of the door. 'Let's try out my new powers, shall we.' I knock down the door and walk out, an evil grin on my face. The guards shake in terror.
"You-you died!" One stutters. "I watched you die!"
"Obviously I didn't." I reply, my voice echoing menacingly. "Now die." I say, as they start to scream, blood flowing from their eyes and ears. I chuckle darkly, picking up one of their ARs, slinging it over my shoulder and heading through the halls. To where I could feel them. I march through the underground White Fang compound. It's inside of a mountain, somewhere to the southwest of Vale. About one-fifty or two hundred klicks, I'd guess. I continue to march through the compound, they're setting up a barricade just around the next corner. I can see ten of them, all armed with ARs behind a barricade of metal boxes. Let them cower.
I walk around the corner and face them.
"Why hello!" I say, my grin widening. "Do any of you have a line to you leaders? That Torchwick bitch? Or even that psychopath Taurus?" I ask them. "A scroll? An intercom system? Whoever gets me in contact with one of them or the whole group will get to live. Am I clear?" I say, cracking my knuckles. The mooks raise their guns. They open fire and the rounds all go wide. I pull their aim from my body, some of their guns jam, some misfire, some all but explode in their wielder's hands, and some simply fall apart. "Oh dear, it seems that your guns are useless. How inconvenient." I laugh. "But you did refuse my incredibly gracious offer. And now, you die." I chuckle, walking slowly up to the barricade. Three of them try to flee, they face the same fate as the two standing outside my former cell. Four of them charge at me. I pull the AR from over my shoulder and double-tap each of them, the rounds landing right between their eyes. One tries to run while he thinks I'm distracted, he suffers the fate of the other cowards. The remaining two cower behind the barricade, which I easily fling away with a wave of my hand.
"Now, would either of you like to take me up on my previous offer. Time is limited." I say to them, rifle resting over my shoulder.
"I won't tell you anything." One of the mooks, a female deer Faunus says.
"Alright then deerie." I say, shooting her between the eyes.
"The-there's an intercom i-in th-the room over there." The other mook, a male Faunus of indeterminate heritage says. "I-it's the communications center. So, d-does tha-that m-mean I get to live?" He says, almost begging.
"Sure." I say, placing my left hand on his face, four finger tips resting on his forehead and my thumb pressing onto his chin. "You can live." I say, as his eyes widen in fear. I breathe in and then slowly let the breath out. Then I reach inside him with my mind and tear out his soul, throwing it into the dark void. I leave behind a shivering wreck, curled up in a ball.
Next I walk up to the door the mook had indicated, seeing twelve mooks inside, all working at consoles. Fortunately there is a large viewscreen on the wall opposite the door. 'Good, I'll be able to send my message.' I force the door open, pushing it aside easily. I walk into the room and take in the looks of fear and confusion on the faces of the twelve mooks. "Who knows how to work these consoles and the big screen on the wall?" I ask, seeing three hands rise. "Alright then." I say, as the other nine mooks crumple to the ground, blood flowing from their eyes and ears, their brains crushed. "Now, would you be so as kind to call up whoever is in charge of this facility?"
They hesitate for a second, gazes alternating between me and the corpses of their comrades.
I turn to look at the screen, seeing my reflection in the glass. I look the same as usual, with the exception of the various new scars and bruises on my face, and the fact that my eyes are issuing a thick dark-blue smoke that rises before rapidly dissipating about an inch above my eyes. 'Odd, it's not impeding my vision. if anything, I can see better than ever.'
They quickly connect the screen to something or other and I see a small room appear on the screen. Adam, Roman, some faunus that looks important, and a pair of mooks are sitting at a table, discussing something and pointing to various markings on a map of Vale.
"I think that we should concentrate on..." Roman says, looking up and seeing me on the screen. I smile widely. "Oh shit." He says, his face full of fear.
"What are you-" Adam asks, before looking to whatever screen is in their room. his jaw drops.
"You done goofed." I say, chuckling darkly. "Didja miss me!?"
"You-you're dead. You died yesterday! What are you?" Torchwick asks, almost hysterical.
"Kurt Wagner, at your disservice. You really shouldn't have killed me. Turns out whatever you did gave me some fancy new abilities. I've been killing your little minions with them for a bit now. I can taste your fear from here, by the way. It's delicious. I will be signing off shortly but know this; I am coming for you. And when I find you, no force on this planet will be able to stop me. Not the Grimm, no army on the face of this planet, not the White Fang, and certainly not you! I will rip your very souls from your bodies and leave you to rot in a cell, never to be found or remembered." I say calmly, making a cutting motion with my hand and pointing to one of the mooks working the screen. he gets the message and cuts the feed. "Now, would you mind leaving? I have a few personal calls to make." I ask. The mooks quickly get up and bolt out the door. I pull the door closed behind them, engaging the deadbolt. I walk over to a console, selecting a few settings and typing in a number.
A ringing noise can be heard and the words video-call connecting appear on the large screen. A few seconds pass before someone appears on the screen. I see Yang's head and shoulders, her face turned away from the screen.
"I don't know, that Ivan guy just said that Neo wouldn't stop crying yesterday. She wrote down He's dead on a piece of paper and curled up into a ball. She won't let go of that blue cloth thing he wore around his waist or his jacket, either." She says to someone offscreen. She appears to be in my part of the team RWWBY dorm, standing in the middle of the room.
"It's a greatcoat, actually." I say, smirking. Yang stops what she was about to say and slowly turns to look at the screen.
"Wha-But? How?" She says. "Kurt, you're." She mumbles.
"Yes, I'm alive. Would you mind getting a hold of Ozpin? I'm kind of in need of a ride at the moment." I feel a few people leave the compound. 'Dammit, they got away.' I see her eyes go wide.
"How? What? Where? Kurt?" She starts asking questions but can't form any coherent sentences.
"It's a long story. Suffice someone managed to knock me out and take me prisoner. I'm in some sort of White Fang compound about two-hundred kilometers southwest of Vale. And it appears that I've unlocked some sort of latent psychic powers."
"Well, I guess that explains your eyes." Yang says, her shock at seeing me starting to be replaced by relief.
"Who is it?" I hear Ruby call from offscreen. "You looked weird there for a second." I see her face edge onto the screen. "Who are you talking tooo…" She trails off upon seeing me. "Kurt?! Ohmygoshwethoughtyouweredeadwherewereyouareyoualrightwhatswithyoureyesareyoual-" She starts to wordvomit.
"Ruby, I'm White Fang took me hostage and brought me to an underground compound. I got psychic powers and made my way to the communications room, and then I called Yang up. Now, if you wouldn't mind getting Ozpin. I need someone to get me out of here." yang starts to walk out of the room holding the scroll. "Actually, nevermind. We can talk when I get back" I say, running over to a console and pressing a few buttons, sliding a few levers and selecting a few things. The screen goes black as i cut the transmission.
"I've set this to transmit white noise on full power,even if I don't make it out, someone'll take this place out." I say, closing my eyes and reaching out to find someone.
'"Neo. NEO!"'
'"Kurt! I thought you were-"'
'"It's a bit of a story, but I'll try and give you an idea."' I use my newly awakened powers to give her as complete an idea of what's been happening as I can.
'"Oh. I'll be there soon. I've just got to get a few things."'
'"Just get here soon. It's getting lonely here."'
'"See you."'
'"See ya."'
I turn to the screen. "Now, if you don't mind, I've got some work to do."