Chapter 8: Viewer Discretion is Advised
Or
Vomit Boy helps Vomit Girl.
"We are here live at Vale Landing Dock, where only moments ago, the Vale Police Department received an anonymous call from someone claiming to have captured the new leader of the terrorist organization The White Fang. At first, it was deemed only as a prank call, until we and several other news networks received this video."
The scene changes, from the reporter to a close up shot of a man wearing a Grimm mask. Before the video could play the reporter gives a word of caution.
"Due to the nature of this video, we'd like to warn our younger viewers of the mature and violent contents to be…disturbing."
The video plays, and the man in the mask speaks.
"We are the White Fang…"
"We are the voice of the faunus oppressed…"
"We are the mooks in masks who seriously have low standards of recruitment."
"We stand for the freedom of our race…but genetically speaking race isn't exactly the accurate, more like a species. Genome mapping has actually proven that most faunus- okay I'm getting out of track."
"We are…Oh, who am I kidding." The man takes off his mask, showing his face for a brief second before changing the camera's direction to an unconscious man strapped to a chair.
"I'm not a faunus, but this guy is." the unmasked man says off screen, a another man is shown on the screen, and he was without a doubt a faunus.
The man was none other than the notorious White Fang leader, bound and gagged, he looked as though he had been beaten within an inch of his life, followed by being beaten completely to death, then resurrected back from death's clingy arms just so he could get beaten some more.
There was one detail, something very important was missing from the rebel leader, his arm, from the elbow down, looked as though it had been bitten off and seared closed.
"Say something to the camera Mr. Rebel Leader." He remained silent the only sound that could be heard was the gritting of his teeth. "Come on, give me a hand here."
That sick joke was followed by an even sicker laugh.
"Get it? A hand?" the man behind the camera asked, like he expected a round of clapping or applause. "BA DUMM TSS!" he sounded, badly imitating a drum roll meant for a comedian, giving his twisted joke a little push.
"Oh, I know. Tell us something about how many children your path of blood turned into corpses, that's a rousing tale." At this the White Fang leader glared at the camera, hoping his stare could send daggers into the camera and the person behind it.
"The answer is sixty-seven by the way, and that's just last year's statistics."
Fed up with his lack of cooperation, the once masked man just points the camera back at himself, giving the people watching an ear-to-ear grin.
"I tried calling 911 but you guys hung up on me, so to prove I'm SERIOUS!" he growls that out for no reason "I've got proof. You know, the enemy of truth; proof." He spins, now the he and the White Fang leader were seen. "If you want him, I'll be in Vale's landing port in about six hours, don't be late." He pulls the White Fang's once proud leader close to him, trying to appear like two good friends taking a picture together.
"Don't worry…" he says in a reassuring tone "We won't be late."
The screen fades out to black.
And across Vale, several young children who watched, screamed for mommy and daddy.
It was a video message that will be remembered for centuries, historians will look back and study it, so will psychologists but for entirely different reasons.
And for those who missed it, the video was already on YouTube, and it was already going viral. So even Blake, who was hunched over a toilet the entire time could still see it.
"Blake, you okay in there?"
A worried Jaune asked, behind the door, Pyrhha had gone to her room to get the…unmentionables off her breastplate so only Jaune was left to take care of their nauseous friend.
Blake vomits back in reply.
'It's not possible, it's not possible.' She was in complete denial, there was no way their- the leader would be captured so easily, not with the Four Beasts, not with A-
Blake's mouth fills with saliva, it was a sign she just learned, meant another one was coming.
"BLEUUUGH!"
Came.
"Blake? I'm coming in." Having had enough of feeling helpless, Jaune opens the door, hands covering his eyes. After navigating blind towards her, the sound he knew coming from her throat being his guide to the stall she occupied.
"What are you doing, Jaune-"
Having been had seven sisters growing up, Jaune knew keeping a girl's hair from getting wet was the least he could do.
Blake's hair would've indulged in the slush that filled the toilet if Jaune hadn't thrown the door open and rushed to her side. His hands immediately cradling the raven locks against the nape of her neck as she emptied out what felt like what was left of her internal organs into the toilet with a sickening wretch of her voice.
Jaune held her hair patiently as she threw up a second time. And a third. And a fourth. Until finally she straightened up and sat on the floor, the bones in her back disagreeing with her with a pop after hunching over for so long.
"Thank you." she manages to say, the feeling of wooziness gone but the taste of vomit still in her mouth.
"Yeah, no problem." he lets her hair go, wincing at the thought of actually liking the feeling of her dark locks in his hands.
"So, you want some of my motion sickness pills?"
Blake shakes her head, this wasn't anything like that, it must just be the shock of believing she was getting arrested, coupled with the news and the stress of school.
Yes, that was it. Just stress. And maybe that tuna had gone bad?
"Is this about the news?" Jaune worriedly deduced, almost getting it right. Blake, not wanting to make a big deal out of this just shakes her head, he didn't need to know, he can't now. But the thought of it makes the former operative nauseous.
Too many questions where in her mind. Like who was even capable of taking on the White Fang's base? Who even knew the White Fang even had a base? That was a secret many would kill for and so few could share.
But the question weighing heaviest on her mind right now wasn't about the White Fan or it's violent leader but to certain someone she can't help but worry about, knowing deep down he must be right in the middle of this.
Sadly, he wasn't in the middle of anything.
Instead he was behind everything.
Hours earlier, at the coasts of Atlas, the White Fang's mobile command base submerged from the the depths of the sea. The crowning jewel on a crown of thorns, a submersible missile farm, designed to sit out devastating exchanges between kingdoms, waiting below as the world kills itself, and when the dust settles, then and only then, will the Strategic Class deliver a finishing knock-out punch for the faunus race.
Rendering the crew the last men and women on the planet.
"Ladies and gentlemen." Adam began but stopped as he came to the conclusion that Ask was not a gentleman and Desire was anything but a lady. "Boys and Girls, meet the Leviathan."
"A Typhoon-Class Submarine, Strategic Type, submerged displacement of 48,000 tons, two reactors as it's main power source, primary weapons system is composed of 20 R-39 ballistic missiles, RPK-2 missiles or Type 53 torpedoes, and with a maximum of 10 warheads." Ask was apparently a submarine enthusiast, much to Adam's annoyance.
"Tell me something I don't know." he says out of spite.
In response to that stupid question, Ask gives a stupid answer "A pig's orgasms lasts up to 30 minutes."
Controlling his primal urge to shut Ask up with his sword, Adam instead, gives his instructions. "We'll be boarding, whatever you do; don't do anything to stop us from getting on board. If Ask was right-"
"And I nearly always am."
Adam continues " We can't fight that thing from the outside, the Leviathan is too strong, even for you Desire." he emphasizes on Desire particularly. He knew Desire from before, and even he could admit that he could not think of a more deadly opponent. But with great power came great arrogance, if calling herself the Scream Queen was any indication.
But with her weapon's location being anyone's, her battle capability was nearly halved.
Adam however planned to do it without her weapon and with even weaker comrades.
Desire speaks up "You want the three of us to fight a sub full of the White Fang's best?" It was true, the three of them had been fighting non-stop.
"Me without my Hahkun and in some BDSM shit..." she gestures to Ask "This nut-job who's to chicken-shit to use his goddamn lightsaber on people."
"They're called-"
Both Adam and Desire hit him in the gut before he could correct her, copyright be damned.
"And you." she glares angrily at Adam, the jerk who put her in this position, taking advantage of her dual-personalities.
"You get your ass dumped by your underage pussy cat and suddenly you plan a mother fucking coup d'etat! Is everything you've done because you let you dick do all the thinking?! You could have just gotten yourself killed for all I care but you had to bring me into your little suicide mission. Hate to break it to you, blue balls but you won't get 72 virgins if you die like some punk-ass bitch!" she screams, right in Adam's face, not a single trace of tact or decorum in her entire speech. Not even Wilt was sharper than Desire's tongue on a bad day.
Adam's reply to her was simple "You scared?"
Desire scoffs "In your fuck'n dreams."
And with two words, Desire was on board. "So the three of us are gonna face an entire army? Too bad I didn't get laid, not that either of you two have had any either."
Joking aside, Adam weighs their odds, keeping calm as he does.
Desire may not be tired, but she lacked her weapon and her semblance wouldn't be all that useful in a giant metal tube submerged underwater. She could always scavenge a weapon, with Adam their might always be more guns than there are people to use them, but she doubts anyone in that sub had a weapon that suited both her tastes.
Ask was also not up for a full frontal assault, in all honesty he was never up for the direct approach, using his semblance took a toll only his body some could only imagine, he could still fight with his flashlightsabers, Seraphim and Hayati were still good for at least two more days before some much needed maintenance.
It seemed only Adam was in the right condition to fight, to be perfectly honestly, when was Adam not ready for a fight. So what if he hadn't slept since the mountain, and that Blush was running out on ammo? So what if his aura reserves were low? And who even cares he got eaten, blown up, shot at, and nearly froze to death?
He still had one trick up his sleeve, one ace in the hole, one piece still not yet in play.
But now was the perfect time.
"Will we have back up?" asked Ask "You are a commanding officer, don't you have your own troops to command?" What was the point of having an army of your disposal if yo weren't even going to use it?
"No."
A voice of pure manipulation answered with a hint of treason and sultriness makes the three turn towards the source, and low and behold they see a sight so few men would resist to give a second glance.
It was her…
The perfect personification of the seductive powers of the dark side, the beauty of a muse all artist long to capture, the elegance of darkness. Her red dress hugged tightly on her luscious curves, her hips swayed to provoke even the most introverted of hearts, her heels clicked with each step, proclaiming her imperious presence.
"But you'll have me."
Cinder Fall.
And that was all that they'd need.
AN: I'm back...
TEAM STATS
Adam Taurus.
Status: Alive
Weapon/s: Wilt and Blush. Type: ninjato and riffle-sheath.
Mental Disorder: Psychopathic Personality Disorder (never treated nor diagnosed, self-diagnosis)
Age: 25
Occupation: Terrorist leader, Member of the White Fang's Elite Special Forces (Former), Published Author.
Useful Information: Vegan.
Desire Cygnus.
Status: Alive
Weapon/s: Hahkun. Type: Unknown, hinted to be large.
Mental Disorder: Dissociative Identity Disorder
Age: 21, Occupation: Singer (former)
Useful Information: Lost career due to disappearing, knows both Adam and Ask, which neither of them knew, two dominant personalities can be differentiated by manner of speaking( i.e. cursing).
Ask (mononym) other aliases include;"Orion"(by Desire only), Ask Arbikaesid( Ascorbic acid), Ask Bloodwing, Ask Allon, Ask Bludhaven, Ask Mac Allen, Rick Sanchez, Ass( by most who meet and know him) and Sandford(name of his brother).
Status: Alive.
Weapon/s: Seraphim and Hayati. Type: Two lightsabers with built in grappling hooks, Seraphim(yellow) and Hayati (blue).
Mental Disorder: ?
Age: 18 (youngest member)
Occupation: Private Investigator (Former), Freelance Detective for the VCPD (Former), VCPD Detective (Employment Status Unknown)
Useful Information: Cooks and eats faunus as a source of food( reason unknown), IQ of over 260, believes IQ tests are for idiots, and those who believe that intelligence is measured by them are even bigger idiots.
Cinder Fall (temporary)
Status: Alive
Other information is confidential.
See you in two or at most three weeks.