Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY, I do not own Adam, or Ask or the next OC you will see in this fanfiction for she is based on two out of three of my favorite singers. So they own her.

Chapter 4:

He Who Sees All, She Who Hears All and The One Guy Who Kills All.

Or

Waking Up the Caged Songbird

Sound is such a beautiful stimulus.

Beauty in all things, though dark in nature, can be seductive by the sound it creates. Like the sound of waves on the beach, each one has the opportunity to drown a person, yet they sound so relaxing. Or the sound of a wolf's howling, you all know deep down it's either a booty-call or a threat to your life, nonetheless you still can't help being mystified as it echoes in to your very soul. We humans use our senses to perceive and interact with the world, especially the dangers that come with it and all too often our first warning of danger is sound. Sound can even affect a person's mood as well, though the research is still on-going.

For a singer sound is everything. Being famous nowadays might just require a little looks and knowing the right people, but to really touch a person's heart and mind requires hitting the right notes and saying the unspoken truths.

Such as: "This song is for all you boys without a girlfriend, and I hope this song will help you pretend to have one…"

Ahh…good times, good times, Well in short; Sound is a far more pleasant stimulus than Touch.

Touch has pain and there's an abundant supply of pain in the world. Pain is unpleasant and everywhere. Like-umm…Let's say…a guy slapping you continuously until you regain consciousness…

SMACK

"Wha-?" I abruptly wake up to a bombardment of senses; My skin feels the harsh icy wind blowing against me, my cheek stings as it was struck harshly, then slowly cools as snowflakes fall and melt on the spot, yet it's pain was comforting as it was the first sensation I've felt in so long. My mouth tastes of foul medication and metal, as my lips were already parted, a new taste in the cold air stimulates me; blood. My eyes- blurred my vision may be- bear witness to chaos in its purest form; snowing a volley of explosions and flames, hordes of soldiers rushing towards me, and a red and black blur mowing them down. Men turn into fountains of gushing red. My highly trained ears, gifted with absolute pitch, were assaulted to a Remnant shaking blaze of gunfire, airship turbines, tank engines, screams of pain and someone calling out 'ask' over and over.

And my nose… well to be honest, my nose smells someone hadn't showered in a while.

Suddenly, I was conscious of my neck's position. It was turned to the right by a slap (or several). I align my neck and head, and low and behold I see the source of the foul odor; a guy in a really thick winter coat with a strikingly familiar face.

"No time to explain." he says to me, the cold air letting me see his breath, and eww…it went in my nose.

"Ask!" someone else screamed. Hopefully a friend or someone with an extra coat cause it's freezing.

"We freed you. An army's here to kill us then most likely you as well-" as if on cue, bullets were fired in our direction, missing us by mere feet, as if proving his point. "Yup, they want you dead too." He mumbles then turns back to me. "We need your help…" he pauses in thought, the exact opposite of what to do in the situation he just described. "Hmm, guess I did have time to explain."

"ASK!" the person who I've identified as the red blur yelled in a gruff, throaty, angsty, teenage-boy-pitched voice that Simple Plan utilize in their songs. A voice I seem to recognize or heard at least once.

"I never forget a voice..." I recall myself say once or twice in my barely-two-decades of life. But the noise of the army and the snow keep me from actually distinguishing who that voice belonged to.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?" the stinky guy who slapped me yells in my face for affirmation.

I like any girl who would react with a guy is inches from my face, I do the cliché and expected; I blush, nod politely, and slap him in the face for being too close and maybe also to avenge my domestically abused cheek.

End of Chapter

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AN: Yes, it's short but it's only a teaser for the long one I'll post. This was entirely a test to see how many read my fic.

Thank You my precious Readers, for a writer's true love is his readers.

And yes the underlined AN are SPOILERS!

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