A/N: Hello to all and welcome to yet another installment to what I hope to be one of my most epic stories to date. With how I left off the last chapter, and with the promise of you all seeing the White Fang getting the biggest asskicking of their lives, I plan on giving you just what you want!
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Ozpin stood in his office, looking out one of the large bay windows toward Vale with coffee mug in hand. He'd been doing a lot of that in the last couple of days, deep in thought as he went over how things had changed so drastically in a mere 48 hours.
The headmaster had seen and endured a lot in his surprisingly long life, he'd even done a great many things, some good, others that will haunt him to his dying days. But every careful step he had made had been for Remnant's best interest, some of them carrying great weight that weighed heavily on his shoulders.
But, something he hadn't expected had made itself known, something he thought that he'd never lay eyes upon again and yet saw proof of it the day before. There were many legends and myths surrounding their world's history, many are passed off as just stories to inspire children in one way or another.
Ozpin, however, knew differently. The legend of the Four Maidens being proof that even the grandest of tales had a great deal of truth to them and needed to not only be kept safe, but secret as well, lest the consequences be dire.
Now the headmaster was feeling his age, part of him still couldn't believe what Qrow had sent to him when word of the attack on Amber had reached him. The image of the armored man carrying the Fall Maiden to safety...they symbol inscribed on his helm...burned brightly into his mind's eye.
There was only one being that bore such a mark, and Ozpin never believed that he would see them again after all this time. But what bothered him the most was the meaning behind their arrival, and what it could mean for the fate of Remnant.
A soft chime from his private terminal broke him from his thoughts. Taking a sip from his mug, he turned and sat at his desk before accepting the video call that was coming through. "What can I do for you, James?" he asked General Ironwood when the man's face appeared on screen.
"Hopefully give me an update." replied the man calmly, "Has Qrow reported in?"
"As a matter of fact he has." Ozpin brought up the video message the huntsman had sent in an hour ago. The two headmasters watched the recording, both of them silent and with looks of contemplation as they watched the Grimm that had been attacking the settlement outside of Vale being torn apart by the same man that had saved Amber.
The one in armor also using a variety of weapons neither of them had seen before that dealt massive damage to the horde. Despite their numbers, the creatures of darkness were no match in the sights of such an adversary.
"...He's much stronger than I remember..." the General said, awe and hesitance coloring his voice. Ozpin nodding in agreement as he took another drink from his coffee. "Have you come up with a plan involving this new 'development' of ours?"
"I have had a great deal of thought on the matter." replied Beacon's headmaster, "How has Ms. Schnee been handling what you've told her."
James sighed, "As well as to be expected. She was in disbelief until we showed her the information we decoded from the tablet over the years. If anything she's concerned about what his arrival could mean for us all...you know as well as I do that he only seems to appear when-"
"I'm well aware of what his arrival stands for, James." Ozpin said cutting him off. "I was there, just as you were, the last time he appeared in our world. And if it is a sign of things to come, then we had best prepare outselves accordingly."
"I couldnt' agree more." said the General. "I have Winter and a squadron of my best soldiers ready to move out and extract him and Amber."
The older headmaster sent his friend a long look, "Were it so easy. Do you honestly believe that sending a group of heavily armed individuals to bring in someone like him would be a good course of action? He would most likely see it as a sign of hostility...and you've seen what he can do against the Grimm..."
James paused on his end of the connection, the gears turning in his head and realizing that Ozpin was right. And if it had come to that...the concequences would be ones that he would never be able to repent from. "Then what would you suggest, Ozpin?" he asked after a while longer in thought.
"Qrow is already in the area and has all the information he needs. I'll ask him to approach them and offer to take them to Vale. Amber already knows him like the rest of us, given our ties to her status, and it would prove to be a more subtle approach with the least amount of tension."
"Hmm...Yes, I can see how that would be a better course given the circumstances. But how are you sure that he will be willing to come here?" asked James.
Ozpin have a half smile, "As I've said before, James. Have a little faith."
The General sighed again, "Very well...I'll trust you on this, Ozpin. Contact me as soon as Qrow is able to convince them, I'll be in the air and at Beacon when it is confirmed. All of us will need to be present when they both arrive."
Nodding at the screen as the connection ended, Ozpin took one last sip form his mug, finishing the beverage before grabbing his cane and standing up. Making his way over to the elevator and stepping inside, taking out his scroll and passing it over the panel causing the lift to descend.
Standing in silence, leaning on his cane before him, the headmaster waited as the lift went deeper and deeper below the ground under the academy, his face a mask of stone before the ride ended. The doors opened to reveal a dark corridor lined with stone columns, torches lit with green flames lighting the way as he stepped out and headed down the path before him.
Footsteps echoing off the walls, Ozpin kept his gaze forward as he moved with long, meaningful strides. It had been a while since he had been down here, but given recent events, it was best for him to make time for it.
Coming to a stop when he reached the far end of the long passage, the headmaster gazed at what was kept within Beacon's Vault.
A small cylinder, made of reinforced glass stood before him, bright light shining within and illuminating what it contained. A disk, no bigger than his palm and made of a strange, black metal that gave off a small haze of red energy.
In the center of the strange relic was the same symbol he had been looking at for the past two days, which glowed with the same intensity as the energy around it.
"It has been many, many years...old friend..." he said to the silent chamber.
X
The sun had started to get lower in the sky, casting an array of shadows across the landscape as nighttime was fast approaching. However, such a time of day was perfect for John as it concealed his movements as he ran through the forest toward his destination.
After the meeting with Mick, and learning the current situation with their captured workers, he set out toward the mine located outside the town with the intention of freeing the people being held by the White Fang.
Amber had wanted to come with him, but with the threat of the Grimm attacking again and the current state of the town after the last assault it was aparent that the people wouldn't survive if the creatures returned. In the end, the Maiden stayed behind to help the townspeople while he ventured to the mines.
Which was alright by him, with what he had planned for the Faunus terrorists it was better for her to not see what would be taking place.
Slowing his movements, the Doom Slayer managed to pick up the sounds of words being spoken and crouched low to the ground. Combat shotgun in hand and ready as he crept toward the source.
"Three lifesigns detected. Ten meters North and closing in." VEGA reported in John's ear just as he reached the edge of a treeline and remained behind one large enough to hide his large frame. Peering around the edge, he saw three men walking down the dirt road that he had been staying off of. Each of them wearing white and black uniforms with light body armor and masks covering their faces that resembled those found on Grimm.
It was easy to discern that they were faunus, given the animal appendages that they were sporting, and their uniforms definitely marked them as members of the White Fang given what Amber and Mick had been telling him.
"Why do we even bother patrolling out here?" asked one of the thugs, a set of antlers poking out of his head while he carried a dust assault rifle. "None of those humans are dumb enough to try something after our little 'demonstration'."
"Because the Lieutenant ordered us to do it, that's why!" snapped the one leading the trio, this one having wolf ears on his head. "And you should be concerned, we had those people outnumbered before, but now they outnumber us."
The last of the group snorted, "Not likely, didn't you hear? The Grimm was tearing the place up a few hours ago. If any of them survived I'd be surprised."
"Heh, good riddence." added the deer-faunus, resting his weapon on his shoulder, "The less humans around, the better in my opinion. Too bad our brothers and sisters down there refused to join us."
"They made their choice to stand with humans," replied the leader, "And they can die with them if they so choose."
With each word spoken, John felt his rage build more and more. It was obvious that these faunus didn't give a fuck what happened to the people of the town they crippled, they were even laughing at their fate. Which made what he was going to do next even more satisfying.
When the three members of the White Fang walked past the tree he was behind, he immediately rounded it and got behind the closest one. Grabbing him by the back of the neck and snapping it as easy as if it were a stick.
Hearing the snap, the other two spun around, but not fast enough as John raised his shotgun and blew the head off the one with antlers before he could raise his weapon b efore dropping low and kicking the feet out from under the leader.
The Doom Slayer rose to his feet, grabbing the man's right leg while pressing his foot down on his chest to keep him in place as he leered down at him. "How many of you are there?" he asked darkly.
"Who...Who the fuck are you?!" the faunus demanded. His answer was his leg being snapped in half at the knee forcing a scream of agony out of his throat.
"HOW MANY!?" John roared as he gripped the shattered limb harder.
"T-TWENTY!" the man bellowed amongst his agony, trying to get away from the armored human. Nodding once, the Doom Slayer snapped the leg he was holding again before forcing the man's foot down with enough force to crush his own head with it.
Shotgun in hand again, John continued toward the mine. Keeping off the beaten path to stay out of sight and coming upon an iron gate between two foot hills where two more White Fang were standing guard.
Moving slowly out of their field of vison, John moved up the foothill on the left side of the gate until he reached the top and looked down at the two oblivious soldiers. Storing his weapon, he jumped from the top of the hill and landed on the other side of the open gate, the noise of his landing making the two men perk up, but they weren't fast enough as he grabbed their heads and smashed them together hard enough to shatter their skulls.
'Five down, fifteen to go.' he thought to himself as he took out his HAR, attaching the tactical scope and moving along the path.
Mick had shown him a map layout of the small mining complex they had set up with the SDC's assistance, VEGA scanning the map with his visor and making a 3D map that he was now using to see what he was going to be expecting.
From what he was seeing, the mining area was in a hole in the ground roughly a third of the size of the town itself with a handful of small buildings and shacks set up for the work crews that were on duty. The mine itself led into the largest hill in the area which boardered on a small mountain and had been set up with a rail system so that the people mining could move the dust from the mines to the outside world more easily.
The tunnel network was realitively small, not surprising considering that the dust deposit that was discovered was still relatively new. Which made it easier for him to find the workers and the White Fang.
Reaching the end of the path, John looked down onto the mining complex from the edge of the massive hole it was situated in. The layout exactly as the map he was shown depicted as he scanned each building and structure that surrounding the opening to the entrance to the mines.
Several people could be seen moving about, enhancing the vision on his visor, John saw the White Fang soldiers moving about, weapons trained on the miners as they were pushed to their limits with the endless amount of work being forced upon them by the terrorists.
'Need to plan this carefully,' the Doom Slayer thought as he surveyed the area and plotted his attack. He couldn't afford to get the civilians in the crossfire, so he couldn't go barreling in like he normally would. He'd have to get the workers out of harms way first, then deal with the Fang.
"I said get back to work!" John looked down from where he was and saw one of the thugs slam his rifle into the back of a man, making him drop to his knees with a grunt of pain. "Don't make me tell you again!" the terrorist bellowed, pressing a pistol to the back of the man's head.
"P-Please...just a little water...we've been going non-stop for so long..." the man pleaded weakly.
The White Fang thug kicked him hard in the back and sent him sprawling across the ground. "You'll get nothing until I say otherwise! Or would you prefer to be Grimm bait?"
John growled deeply, making a small adjustment to his plan before leaping down from the ledge. Landing on the ground with his fist slamming the dirt and startling both men. "Wha-Who the hell are-" the terrorist was cut off when the armored human grabbed him by the face and slammed him against the rockwall he'd been infront of. The impact hard enough to splatter his brains along the stone like crimson-grey paint.
Dropping the corpse to the ground, the Doom Slayer turned to the man that was being beaten. Said man was looking up at him with terror across his face after seeing what had become of the White Fang thug.
"Are you injured?" John asked, making the man blink in confusion.
"N-No...I think I'm alright." was the shaky reply, the worker flinched when the armored man held out his hand. Seeing it done with zero hostility, he grabbed the offering and was helped to his feet.
"How many people do the White Fang have here?" John asked as he looked out where the others could be seen while they remained out of sight.
"There are 11 of us...there used to be 14." the man admitted with his voice turning sharp and his fists clenching in anger. Then something seemed to click with him and he looked at his savior, "The town, we heard that the Grimm attacked but nothing else. What has become of our home? Our families?"
Sensing the desperation, John held up his hand in a calming manner, "They were attacked, yes, but a me and a friend arrived in time to deal with the Grimm. We were told of what happened and offered to help put an end to what the White Fang are doing."
Having another look around the mining site, John located several crates where the dust was being stored. An idea popping into his head and he regarded the one before him, "How do you feel about getting back at these bastards for what they've done to your people and town?"
The man looked up at him with fire in his eyes, "After what they've put us through, It would be a damn pleasure. What do you need me to do?"
X
Within the foreman's office of the mining complex, a lone man could be seen watching the operations going on outside the building. Dressed in the standard White Fang uniform, he stood taller than those that worked beneath him and it showed with the hard muscles of his exposed arms, one of which was inked with tribal tattoos.
His buzzcut black hair and dark colored skin the only other parts of him visible as a Grimm mask covered his entire face.
Victor Verone had been a member of the White Fang for over a decade, and was one of the first to agree to the new standards that they now lived by. The humans ignorantly believed that they were superior to the faunus, treating them like common beasts when in actuality they were stronger in comparison. Something the humans should have taken to heart during the last war.
The Lieutenant crossed his arms over his broad chest as he surveyed the workers they had 'persuaded' to help them in their campaign. He was surprised when Adam didn't simply order them to slaughter the town after they ambushed the Schnee truck, given what had happened when his lover defected not only him, but the Fang as well.
But, their leader proved to put the needs of their faction ahead of his own emotions as he forced the laborers to mine all the dust in the hills around their town for their cause. There had been a few rogues among the miners, but they had been swiftly dealt with infront of their peers as a reminder that they no longer had a choice in the matter.
I didn't matter though. When everything was said and done there wouldn't be anyone left if he had anything to say about it.
The ringing of his scroll drew his attention from the work going on below. Turning from the window, he pulled out the device and answered it. "Lieutenant Verone." he answered sternly before listening to the one on the other end of the line. "Everything is going according to plan, sir."
"..."
"There were a few who attempted to resist, they were dealt with accordingly."
"..."
"We'll be long gone before anyone discovers what happened, are we clear to purge the place when all is said and done?"
"..."
"Yes, sir." A wide grin spread beneath his mask as he ended the call. All he had to do was be patient until-
A loud explosion suddenly shook the entire building, Victor stumbled a moment before righting himself and moving toward the window to see what had happened. Just in time to see several crates of dust explode, various forms of elements blasting outward in small hurricanes of destruction which caused some of his men to go flying.
"What the fuck is going on?!" he bellowed just before the door to the office banged open.
"Lieutenant!" a soldier exclaimed, his uniform blackened and burned from one of the blasts. "We're under attack! Someone managed to breach the complex and is freeing the prisoners!"
Fists clenched, the veteran faunus grabbed the hilt of his massive chainsaw that had been laying on the desk as he advanced toward the open door way, "Have everyone regroup! Find the infiltrator and kill them!" he ordered.
The soldier hesitated, "B-But, sir! He's tearing through us! We can't even land a single-" whatever the faunus was about to say was swallowed up by an explosion that consumed the doorway. Victor was thrown back against the desk, glass and metal debris scattering around him while he managed to shield his face from most of it.
When the dust settled, the Lieutenant coughed as he looked toward the doorway and only saw a hole where the door had been. Blood and bits of flesh of the unfortunet faunus who had been standing in the path of the blast running down the warped, charred metal walls.
Shaking off the explosion, Victor grabbed his dropped weapon and ran to the now wider opening, looking out at the complex and seeing a couple of the other structures in similar states. Small fires burned out of control near where crates of dust had been along with the mutilated bodies of his men laying scattered all over.
The sounds of gunfire drew his attention to the very center of the complex where the surviving members of their faction was locked in combat against a long individual. From what the Lieutenant, the man was a big as he was and wore a suit of heavy combat armor wielding a large machine gun that he shot into the recruits around him.
One of the faunus, one bearing the large horns of a bull, kneeled down before charging out of cover and straight at their attacker's back. But the man seemed to sense him as he spun around, his weapon disappearing from sight as he grabbed the horns in both hands. His feet barely moving an inch along the ground as he stopped the charge completely.
In the next moment, the man launched a leg up while slamming the thug's face against his knee with a sickening crunch. The action was repeated several times until the bull-faunus' face was entirely broken and caved in and his body went still.
Another faunus attempted to run at his back with a sword brandished, but the one in armor merely spun around and threw the corpse in his hands into them. Sending both crashing to the dirt with the smaller faunus stuck underneath the larger, dead one.
Struggling to get free, the recruit looked up just in time to see an armored heel coming down before his head burst open like a crushed watermelon across the dirt.
Growling deep in his throat at seeing his men being slaughtered, Victor raised his weapon and ran forward. Intending on ending the man's life quickly and painfully.
X
John scuffed the bottom of his boot on the ground, clearing the brain matter and bits of bone stuck to it before bringing out his double barrel and firing at a White Fang thug that popped up out of cover. The spread opening up his chest in a large fountain of blood while the rest of him was sent flying back.
After the worker he had saved helped him detonate some of the dust crates to cause a distraction, the Doom Slayer made quick work of putting down the terrorists that had the other hostages at gunpoint. Giving the miners a chance to flee the complex and head back toward town while the Fang focused their attention on trying to take him down.
Which was like lambs being led to slaughter. Because the moment the civilians were out of harms way, John had no reason to hold back, unleashing his full strength on the faunus attacking him.
Reloading his double barrel John surveyed the carnage he had unleashed. The White Fang members were all over the place, some of them in various bloody pieces spread out across the ground. One of them, his left leg missing at the knee, was attempting to crawl toward a discarded shotgun, leaving a long trail of crimson in his wake as he struggled to move.
The faunus had managed to reach the weapon, placing a hand over it before a heavy armored boot slammed down on his arm. The bones shattering beneath the weight and causing him to scream in agony. Both barrels of the Doom Slayer's weapon pressed to the back of his head.
"Hostile Target Approaching." VEGA warned him. John looked to his left and saw another White Fang approaching, a large chainsaw resting on his shoulder as he came to a rest a couple meters away from him.
The whimpers from the thug beneath his foot ended when he pulled both triggers on the double barrel. Snapping the gun open and loading fresh shells as he turned to address the new arrival, "So, can I assume you're the one in charge of these assholes?" he asked pointedly.
"And if I am?" questioned the Lieutenant as he looked at his dead men. "You will pay for what you've done here, you and every other human who looks upon the faunus as inferior. Remnant will soon belong to us."
John rolled his shoulders, "Personally, I have no issues with the faunus. What I do have an issue with, is degenerate fuck-heads like you and the White Fang attacking and enslaving innocent people in a blind campaign to make yourselves look superior. Do you honestly think you will gain any kind of respect and understanding from the people of this world with what you've been doing."
"Fear is the only thing humans like you will ever understand." Victor growled in response, lifting his chainsaw off his shoulder and revving it loudly. "And it is something I intend to instill in you before sending you straight to hell!"
The Doom Slayer switched his shotgun for his own chainsaw, "Already been there, pal." In the next moment the two charged one another, sparks flashed when the two weapons clashed, metal grinding on metal.
Both combatants pressed their attacks, the Lieutentant hoping to overpower his enemy. But he knew nothing about exactly who he was facing, or how much stronger John was over him.
Forcing the two chainsaws to the side, John lashed out with his elbow and connected hard with Victor's mask, a crack appearing on the surface as he stumbled back several steps. Having a split second to raise his weapon up and block an overhead strike that would have shreaded him in half. Using all his strength and his aura to keep the the other chainsaw from coming down on his head.
Backing off from his attack, the Doom Slayer jumped back, holding the deadly melee weapon before him with the blade still spinning. The Lieutenant brought his own chainsaw to bare and swung it to the side, John leaning back to avoid the wide arc and lashing back with his own.
The two combatants moved around one another, avoiding and parrying strikes back and forth. Minutes slipped past quickly before John grew tired of it. 'Alright, time to end this.' Blocking another strike, he held his chainsaw in one hand while bringing out his pistol with the other.
Before Victor had a moment to register the change in his opponent, an energy round punched through his left leg. Dropping him to a kneeling position before a second shot went through his arm forcing him to drop his weapon. "Sh-Shit!" the faunus grunted as he held his bleeding arm, glancing up just as an armored boot connected with his face, shattering his mask completely to reveal a scarred face and black eyes just before he slammed into the side of a building.
Sending both weapons back to storage, the Doom Slayer stalked toward the Lieutenant as he tried to get back up despite his injuries. "Still think you're superior?" he asked as he grabbed the front of the man's light armor and lifted him up with one hand and pressing him to the wall a foot from the ground.
Victor spat at him, the mess splattering on John's visor, "Go ahead and kill me, you human scum! You're time will come, just like the rest of your race!"
Swipping the blood and saliva from his field of vision, the armored human tightened his grip on the Lieutenant. "Oh, I intend to. But not before we have a bit of a more indepth chat." his fist swung forward and knocked the faunus out cold.
X
Back at the town, Amber had been doing everything in her power to help the townspeople around her.
The miners that had been held captive had returned minutes ago, into the welcome arms of family and friends alike before being given water and medical treatment from the few doctors around.
Many greaved over the loss of three of the workers who had tried to stand against their attackers, but when they had been asked what happened to the White Fang, the miners had a look of grim satisfaction on their faces as they spoke about the armored man who helped them escape before laying waste to the terrorists.
Once she was done assiting the injured, the Fall Maiden looked toward the path that led to the mines. Expecting to see John coming into the small town any moment, but found herself disappointed and a little anxious when he wasn't there as more time stretched on.
Even though she knew he could hold his own beyond expectation, and was more than equipped to handle any situation, a part of her still worried about her companion and whether or not he would return.
Despite having known him for only so long, she knew that deep within his being was a kindred spirit. One that had survived the chaos of Hell itself and continued to burn a path through the darkness that constantly surrounded him.
She could sense a powerful soul within him, one that could never be restrained and fought on no matter the odds. A true warrior, whose strength put fear in his enemies, yet still possessed a gentle heart toward the innocent, it was very inspiring, even to one who had become part of a legend herself.
Shaking her head, Amber decided to simply have faith in John and wait for him to come back. However, that didn't stop her from sending a small prayer that he be kept safe, just incase.
X
Victor groaned as he came back to full consciousness, and despite the aches and pains echoing through his form, finding himself tied down to a chair in one of the small warehouses of the mining complex.
Struggling lightly to test his binds, the Lieutenant found the ropes holding him down were expertly secured. And with his aura low from the fight he had just been in, coupled with his injuries, he was stuck.
The sound of loud bootsteps on stone had him looking up and seeing the armored man he had been battling against coming out of the shadows and standing before him. "You're still alive, good. A punch like that would have cracked a normal man's skull." he said while crossing his arms over his chest.
Victor said nothing, just glared hatefully at John who snorted back at him. "Scary." he said placatingly as he started walking around his captive. "Now, if you're brains weren't scrambled from that shot to the head I gave you earlier, then you will recall that I wanted to have a more detailed conversation with you."
Making a full revolution around the faunus and standing before him again, John reached into his belt and pulled out a scroll that he tossed into the man's lap. "A friend of mine pulled every useful bit of data you had stored on that. Your so called 'encryption' took him all of a full second to crack, by the way. You shouldn't put vital data on something someone could get into that easily."
Again, the Lieutenant was silent, face an emotionless mask. The Doom Slayer leered right back, "There was a lot that could be useful to me, but a few things are missing, hense this little get together of ours. So, here's how it's going to go. I'm going to ask a couple questions, you're going to answer them, each time you fail to answer the pain factor gets worse."
Still no answer, the guy was well trained, John would give him that much credit. "I know that your little group was part of a much larger one that passed through. I also know that your boss goes by the name Adam Taurus. Where is he?"
Victor retained his silence. "It's not a hard question. Coordinates, an address, hell, even a direction would be good enough." when he didn't get an answer, John punched the Lieutenant across the face without hesitation. Blood and spittle spraying from his mouth when his head snapped to the side.
"Let's try again." the Doom Slayer said, his humor long gone and replaced with grim seriousness, "Where. Is. Your. Boss?" he pronounced slowly.
The faunus spat on the floor and turned his head back around. "Fuck you, human!" another punch spun his head to the other side, his jaw cracking a bit from the impact.
"Don't swing that way, asshole." John said back, bringing his hand up and bringing his pistol out, pressing the barrel into the Lieutenant's leg that didn't already have a hole in it. "One last time. Where is Adam Taurus?!"
"I've got nothing to say to-" the energy sidearm went off, cutting the statement short with a cry of pain. A burning hole punched through his thigh. "Do whatever you want! I'm no traitor!" he managed to exclaim through his pain.
Tilting his head, John put away his pistol and stood up to his full height. In the next moment Victor was on his back, coughing up blood and wheezing after literally being kicked over. Heavy boot pressing down on his broken ribs and applying more pressure with each passing second. "I would give you props for your dedication. If you weren't part of a terrorist cell hellbent on making lives miserable."
The Lieutenant gasped, "You...know nothing...of the faunus' suffering! The pain...we endured...the hatred! Humanity deserves what it gets!" he coughed when the Doom Slayer's boot pressed down harder, two more ribs breaking beneath it.
"Humanity deserves it?" John growled lowly, "Are you saying every man, woman, and child in this world deserves the pain the White Fang causes?! You make your people out to be monsters because of your own blind hatred when many of them have done nothing against the faunus!"
He lifted his boot and sat the chair back upright as he continued speaking. "The only ones who deserve what they get, to me, is anyone baring the White Fang banner." in an instant, his chainsaw appeared in his hands causing Victor's expression to pale.
"What are you-"
"If you won't give me the information I need...then I'll settle for sending a message to your boss and those that follow him." John pulled the rip cord, making the weapon roar to life, the blades spun menacingly.
"W-WAIT! AREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO BE SOME KIND OF HERO?!" the Lieutenant shouted as he tried in vain to get away from the deadly instrument moving toward him.
The Doom Slayer loomed over him, looking like death incarnate, his voice cold as ice. "I'm no hero...just a monster who fucks up the bigger monsters for the sake of the innocent." he brought up his chainsaw and swung down.
Victor's screams of agony pierced the night along with the sounds of the small motor running and flesh tearing.
X
Within the White Fang's most recent encampment, Adam overlooked the map of Remnant posted on the wall of the command tent. His mind turning over what their next plan of attack would be.
There had been far too many setbacks for his liking in the past week. First his lover abandons him and their organization, then their last few operations had fallen through instead of garnering them the resources that they needed.
Gripping the hilt of his katana in frusteration, the bull-faunus turned toward the table set up in the tent and started going through the files and reports scattered along the surface when his scroll started ringing. Checking the screen, he discovered that it was his second in command contacting him. Most likely to give an update on the dust they were collecting.
"Report, Lieutenant." he said into the device when he answered it.
Silence answered him for a moment or two, "Is this Adam Taurus?" a voice he didn't recognize.
"Who is this? Where is Victor?" Adam demanded, keeping his voice calm and level.
"Which half are you looking for?" asked the one on the other end. "The town you and yours had under your thumb has been liberated, and your men in the area have become quite 'religious'. This is more or less a courtesty call on my part. If I find anyone wearing the colors of the White Fang, they will meet the same end as the ones who met me today."
The swordsman clenched his fist tightly around his weapon, "And who are you, to make threats against the White Fang?"
"Someone who can, and will, tear your organization apart piece by piece. Take this as your one and only warning." the line cut out as the call ended.
Adam pulled the scroll from his ear just before it chimmed with a new message. When he opened it, he was greeted with an image of the mutilated corpse of his most trusted Lieutenant with an attached message reading;
'Remember the warning. And pray to whatever god you wish that we never meet.'
Closing his eyes behind his mask, the young leader of the White Fang leaned against the table and bowed his head. Doing his best to reign in his rage. His people were losing faith, their numbers dwindling, their supplies running low and now his second in command had met a gruesome end.
Morale was already wearing thin given recent events, a blow such as this would break what little there was left.
Looking back down at his scroll, his thoughts turning over for what course of action should be taken next as he remembered the small meeting that had taken place a day before Blake's defection. And although he hated to admit it, Adam was beginning to feel desperation.
Sighing, he picked up the device and went through the numbers listed until he found the one he needed. Frowning at the fact he had no other options, he called the number and put the scroll to his ear.
"Hello?" a woman's voice asked, answering after one ring.
"It's Adam. I'm prepared to make a deal."
A/N: For the record, I used the 'Torture Scene' from Wolfenstein: The New Order for what happened with the Lieutenant. I can understand that it may have been graphic for some, but given what the White Fang has done in the series (which is a horrible step backwards in trying to get respect and equality for the faunus) they don't deserve any mercy since they do not grant any to their victims.
The Doom Slayer has made his opening move against the Fang, and Adam has made a powerful enemy. Meaning that things are bound to change even more in the near future. However until then, the next chapter is coming soon. Review and it'll be here before you know it!