Thanks to everyone who is reading this story all the way!... thanks for the support...

This chapter... well... it is going to be 'fun' for Demon... and by 'fun', I mean Yang is going to go through with her promise...

Naughtbeast

Chapter 16:

Demon awoke, groaning as he lifted himself out of the uncomfortable couch in the middle of his pod. He checked his watch and saw it was 8:55…

Ahhh crap…

He quickly activated his stim, collected his new armour and weapons, and sprinted off to class, stopping by at his dorm to grab his stuff. He made it to Miss Goodwich's class about 10 minutes late, having to put his new items in the weapons lockers, and slipped in cloaked while two students fought in the arena. He sat down next to Juane and scared him half to death, having to cover his mouth to stop him from crying out in shock.

"Shhh… it's just me…"

"How did you do that!" Juane whispered back, a slight sense of urgency in his voice.

"Cloak module... turns you invisible to camera systems and near-invisible to the naked eye…"

"Near-invisible?"

Demon activated his cloak again and Jaune seemed to look all over for him.

"Look for a slight shimmer as I move…" instructed Demon, slightly shifting in his seat.

As he did, Jaune's eyes moved so that he was looking in the general direction of his face.

"Don't worry if you still can't see me… it takes weeks of training just to be able to see the tell-tale signs of cloaking… easiest thing to do is nail the guy before they have the chance to"

Demon de-activated his cloak and they both resumed watching the match. It was between two guys, both roughly the same height. One was wielding some sort of laser sword with a pistol in his off-hand, the other had a collapsible sniper rifle on his back and was using a metal epoch to somehow block the laser weapon. The first mentioned wore a black trench coat, much like Demon (or the other way round) and had long, almost feminine hair. The other wore a mask that resembled a skull and donned a cloak that covered his almost wiry frame. The fight went on for some time, the one in the skull mask looking like he would win, but with encouraging shouts from three girls in the audience, probably his team members, he managed to push through and take down the opponent's aura to red, his being literally a pixel from falling into the same category.

Miss Goodwich called the match and they both walked off the stage. She then walked into the middle of the arena and looked directly at Demon.

"Mr Demon… I do believe you were late for class"

"Yea… late night"

"Well, no matter what happened you should have been here on time…"

"Will do…"

"Yes you will, and you will also be in the next match"

She turned to the screen and Demon's photo turned up, the other spinner already in motion. As it stopped, it just so happened to stop on a particular blonde.

"Yang Xiao Long and Demon, would you please make your way and collect your gear, your match will begin shortly… oh, and Demon… no gravity tricks ok?"

Demon nodded and began heading for the weapons lockers. He made it there and took off his gear in one of the changing rooms, changing into his new armour. As he did, he heard team RWBY talking to Yang.

"Just go easy on him ok?... he had a hard night" spoke Ruby.

"I will, I'm not going to kill him or anything"

"We were the reason he didn't have a birthday" Blake said, being slightly pessimistic.

"Don't you mean it was Ruby's fault! She literally spent a third of my credit card allowance to buy all that…"

"A third! How are you that rich!" questioned Yang, confused at how she could just brush off buying that much as if she was buying new shoes. Demon didn't hear the next part, but he got the general idea, Weiss scowling a bit and Yang just answering her own question. He ignored what they said next and focused on putting on his gear. He managed to put his armour on by himself, but he felt something was a bit off. He took off his rectangular pauldron and painted his mother's emblem on the side using a blowtorch he had in his locker, burning off the paint to style it. He nodded in approval and took off his pilot helmet. He looked into the visor and reminisced of all the times he had taken this into battle. He took a moment to compile himself and pulled on his new helmet. The screen inside booted up and a message came up in the centre of the screen, blocking his vision.

Loading… 10%... 24%... 38%...

He waited for it to load, and when it did it showed everything he would normally see in his helmet. There were a few distinct changes such as an aura gauge at the top and even an armour monitor that showed how intact it was, showing 100% efficiency right now. He grabbed his new odachi/chaingun weapon and mag-locked it onto his back, putting his wingman into its holster as well. He packed all of his normal gear back inside the weapons locker, tucking the photo of his mother into one of his ammo pouches, and walked back to the arena. As he was walking in, he pulled out his odachi, trying a few practice swings. Sure, he could fight with a gun, but the closest thing he had seen to sword fighting was hand-to-hand combat with a knife. He shook his head, vowing to learn to fight with it later, and put it back in its sheath.

He walked into the arena, Yang standing at the other end, but the second he walked into the light everything stopped. Yang stood stock still and stared at him intently, especially at the symbol on his shoulder, and hints of fire began sprouting from her hair. The rest of team RWBY had open eyes and looks that could be described as almost worry. Miss Goodwich's face instantly dropped and her eyes were filled with shock. Before he could even ask, Yang screamed as loud as she could and turned into her full Super Sayan mode (that is what it's called). Miss Goodwich quickly pulled up her wand and held her up into the air, obviously struggling to contain the blonde. The rest of team RWBY just turned to Demon and screamed for him to run, jumping into the arena to help contain Yang. Without even bothering to wait he jumped up into the stands and began sprinting through the school. He had no question that Yang wouldn't hesitate to kill him if she could catch up, judging by the mood she was in when he left. He sprinted into the courtyard and saw that a bullhead was just about to leave on the landing pads. He desperately tried to signal to bullhead but to no avail as he saw the engine's flaring. He activated his stims and went full-speed for the craft. He was about 10 metres away when it flew off and left him stranded on the landing pads. He turned around and heard explosions coming from the classrooms and had just enough time to see a blurring gold thing coming for him. Knowing he would never survive the fall with his normal gear, he looked over the side of floating city and down at the forest below, hundreds of kilometres from where he stood.

He cursed in every language he knew and jumped off the edge, throwing a few more insults out there just in case. He flew through the air at hundreds of kilometres an hour, being pulled to the ground by the stupid and useless force that was gravity. As he flew through the air at terminal velocity he had time to look back up at the floating island, and to his chagrin, saw a blurring gold thing streaming down after him.

CRAP! Can't I go any faster?

He streamlined himself and dropped even faster to the ground. At the last second, he twisted mid-air and slammed into the ground with his fist. As he did, he honestly felt no negative side effects rather than a small fraction of his aura going down and his gauntlet being smashed.

Oh come on…

As he thought, a small line of text appeared in the bottom left of his screen…

Initialising repair nanobots…

He watched as his gauntlet seemed to fix itself as a tiny grey haze passed over the affected areas. He didn't have any more time to think as he heard a sound that resembled a mortar coming down and looked up to see Yang streaking through the sky.

BLOODY HELL! WHEN DOES SHE EVER GIVE UP!...

He activated his stim again and began sprinting off into the forest. He pulled out his wingman and shot any Grimm that hesitated to get too near. He sprinted full-boar for the next five minutes and only heard the faint sounds of shotgun shots following him. He screwed the idea of blasting his way through and activated the cloak module in his armour. He sprinted for another five minutes in another direction and set up on a tree on the side of a clearing when he thought he had lost her. His thoughts were once again shattered as Yang smashed into the ground in the middle of a clearing, her entire body engulfed in golden flames. He stayed perfectly still, hoping the cloak held, and waited for her to leave. She stood there for a while, seeming to sniff the air a bit, and look around the clearing. At the exact moment that her eyes glanced over him, his cloak had the brilliant idea of shutting down.

You have got to be…

He was interrupted by Yang slamming into him with a shotgun-powered punch and he flew… for nearly a kilometre. He was flying through the air with his eyes in a haze of red. He looked up briefly and saw his aura gauge with practically a pixel left, barely perceivable. Before he began the downward trajectory of his ballistic arc, he switched on his shield… about a second before he slammed into the first tree. He smashed right through it and cut it in half… before slamming into another tree. Five trees later he finally hit a rock, stopping him in his fall. In that second, three things broke… 1: The rock, 2: The ground immediately around it, 3: Demon's back. He slammed into the rock, barely hearing the sickening crack as his bones failed to hold onto his barest shreds of life. He was held to the rock for a few seconds by the force of the hit, before slumping to the ground, all feeling in the lower half of his body gone. He could barely keep consciousness as he hazily saw a figure that looked like Yang sprint over and straddle his body, beginning to punch his legs, dull thumps of feeling making their way to his brain. He tried to stop it by feebly holding up his hands to try and fend off the blows, only for them to be slammed back into the ground by Ember Celica, breaking them as well. He just wished that he could pass out right now so his death would be quick. As he hazily saw the reality that was the world, he somehow noticed that the pain had slowly dulled. He lifted his head up with great effort, glad that his neck had not been severed from his shoulders, and saw something that shocked him a bit.

Yang had stopped… well, that was what he had thought, that was until he saw her being held in the grip of a giant Deathstalker. It was nearly twice the size of a normal one and it currently held Yang in its pincers. She struggled for about a second before blasting the claws open with her gauntlets and smashing down into its face. It struggled for a second before it tried to strike at her with its tail. It missed the first time, but hit on the second, causing her to fly off… but she was nowhere near finished. She jumped right back up and smashed the face of the Deathstalker again, turning it into something that resembled a slinky. She roared in triumph before hundreds more Grimm could be seen running at her through the forest… there was no way she could survive by herself. In his haze, he pulled up his left gauntlet and tried to call in his Titan… only to find that the device was broken. He swore a bit and looked for options. His wingman was one, but it could barely kill any of the larger Grimm and it had a tiny magazine. His chaingun was another, the only problem was that both his arms were broken. He swore a bit more and looked at his HUD. As he swept through the display he saw one thing that piqued his interest. On the HUD it said that his arms were dislocated… not broken.

This is going to suck… soooooooo much…

With the last bits of his effort, he rolled onto his side and pulled his right shoulder back into place. With more pain than he could have ever experience in his life, he reached over and pulled the other one back into place. He turned and saw Yang was having a hard time battling off the Grimm. She would kill hordes of beowolves with one blast of Ember Celica, but they just kept coming and she eventually ran out of ammo, resulting to punching them to death. Then the stronger Grimm came… Alpha beowolves, Boarbatusks, Ursai and finally, even more Deathstalkers. He knew he only had a moment before she would be utterly overwhelmed.

Knowing what he had to do, he reached behind his limp back and pulled out his weapon slowly. He shifted it into its chaingun form and loaded in a belt. He wouldn't be able to aim properly with his eyesight now, barely being able to see anything other than blurred outlines. Propping himself against the back of the rock and activated his stim… and that's when the pain came back. When stims are activated, it brings a pilot into an extra state of awareness, allowing them to see, hear, feel and react much more sharply than normal… something that Demon did not want happening right now. His vision instantly corrected itself and he could see in perfect detail, but he could also feel in perfect detail. The pain of having your back and legs broken all at once came on him like a freight train and he nearly passed out… only managing to pull through because he knew he had a mission to complete. Screaming as he did, he turned his chaingun round to face the Grimm… and pulled the trigger.

bullets tore through wave after wave of Grimm, the thuds of the bullets exploding filled the clearing. The Grimm instantly changed targets and surged for Demon, trying to take out what was the biggest threat. He just swept the weapon back and forth, slowly mowing down anything that dared to step into the hail of death that was spewing forth from its maw. With every bullet the gun recoiled directly into his chest, causing more pain to cause through his veins. After a solid minute of firing he ran dry of ammo, but in a second he had another fresh belt in, already firing the second the bullet chambered. About halfway through the belt, his ribs gave way from the firing and they pierced into his left lung. His aim faltered for a second, allowing the Grimm to gain a few feet on him, but he just gritted his teeth and continued firing. The bullets tore through all the approaching Grimm, taking a few hits to kill the larger ones, and they were continuously stopped around 20 metres from him. The belt fed through the chaingun at a blinding speed and soon he was out again. In his haste to grab another belt of ammunition he accidentally caused the photo of his mother, uncle and him to fall out. He lingered for a bit too long on it and allowed the Grimm to gain even more ground. When he began firing again, he barely had a metre of ground to manoeuvre his chaingun and struggled to take down the Grimm that were behind the wall of bodies that were slowly piling up. He could see the hundreds upon hundreds of Grimm surging towards him… there was no way he could take them all out. Even if he managed to kill everything with one bullet he was short by about a thousand rounds. But he wasn't going down without a fight. The chaingun's barrel was smoking and red-hot from the firing and he swore he saw the end of it begin to melt.

Just after he managed to take down a Ursa major with a couple of bullets to the chest, the unthinkable happened… his gun jammed. He was pulling the trigger and a stream of bullets was coming out… until they weren't. He heard the resounding click of the bolt slider hitting the cartridge that had failed to clear the chamber. His heart stopped and he couldn't believe it. He had no chance now… they would kill him in seconds. He watched as the Grimm converged on him, unhindered by the gun that, less than a second ago, was mowing them down. They seemed to go in slow motion as they approached, the beowolves making their way over the decaying corpses of their brethren to take down the human that had killed them. An alpha beowolf made its way ahead of the pack and was the first to take a swing at Demon, claws arcing towards him, ready to decapitate him in one swift blow. Just before the claws reached him, time stopped just when they were literally a millimetre from his face. He was slightly confused, being able to think normally even though time was stopped, and on top of that, all the pain he was experiencing went away. Before he could investigate what was happening, he heard an answer reverberate in his head.

"She didn't deserve your help… she nearly killed you… you didn't need to give your life for her…"

It was the same voice he had heard a couple of days earlier, and when it didn't talk anymore he thought it was looking for a response, so he answered with his thoughts.

"Everyone deserves it… I have caused too much sorrow in my life… if, in my last moments of my life, I could help someone else, then I will take it…"

"She was weak… useless… and should have died… but I am linked to you, and if you die… I die… so I cannot allow that"

"What do you mean linked?"

"We both know what I mean by that... I am just an extension of your will, made real… I am the insatiable hunger that you try to hold down… but I have been awoken and I will gain more control"

"NO! You will not do what happened last time! Especially not here!"

"That was when I was young… inexperienced… and I didn't know you would hate what was done… it would have happened anyway; the deaths were just dealt by our hand…"

"Do you know how many people we killed!"

"Yes… and they were irrelevant… they would have been killed eventually"

"I refuse to allow you control again…"

"You are mistaken… you do not have a choice… you will need me in due time, and I will not hesitate to protect us… even if it means taking everything down…"

"Please…"

"I will try to act a bit more like you… currently, I am an invader in your mind… but soon enough, you will learn to accept me… and you will find that we are not that different…"

"NO! we will never be the same!"

"Oh… we will… I can't hold this time lapse much longer… I know you will never accept me as a part of you… but I will always be here… and if you even need to talk… just call on me… and I will answer…"

Demon didn't have time to question what was being said before his vision blacked out… his mind losing all semblance of thought, and collapsing into unconsciousness…