(A/N) Hey guys, sorry that this is going up a few hours late. Just running behind on a lot of stuff at the moment, and am trying to catch up. Hopefully the Grifball: Running Rampant update will go up tonight, but there's a chance that you might have to wait until tomorrow morning for it. However, you all do have the latest RWBY episode to keep you going, and it was a pretty good one, in my opinion. If you haven't seen it yet, then what the hell have you been doing?! Get your ass over the Roosterteeth site, sit back, and enjoy.

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Chapter Six – Attack of the Enderwolf

Dr Michael Jones

Written by Maple Alycia Hood

"There are no heroes...in life, the monsters win." ― George R.R. Martin

"Breaking News straight from the centre of Achievement City. In a public announcement depicting the brutal murders of fallen heroes Kerbal Gunnerz and Lamp, an assassination attempt was made on the Major's life. The famous heroic duo, X-Ray and Vav, were able to spot the killer in time and push the Major out of the way of the assassins attack, saving his life.

"Unfortunately, the criminal remains at large, having fled the scene of crime when events did not turn out as he expected. The FBI and the Achievement City Police Department are looking for anyone who may have information of this assailant to come forth and report to the nearest Police Station. In other news-"

The rest of it was pretty boring, so Michael tuned out.

Seemed like a lot more people were getting hurt these days. Not just innocents, it seemed, but well known heroes as well. Both Kerbal Gunnerz and Lamp had been very capable 'defenders of good', and he knew that it must've taken an expert to take them out. This was not something for ordinary people to stand up and deal with. Somebody else could get hurt, or worse. Things were going to get a lot darker around here. He could sense it.

Yet what the hell could he do? That fucking Rage Quit yeller who had a side job in a hospital. Or maybe the hospital was his actual job and Rage Quit was his side job. Whatever, the point still remained. He was a normal person, with no cool super powers or any of that shit. But y'know, whatever, leave the dangerous stuff to the proper people and all that. X-Ray and Vav could handle themselves, right? What would they need from him? They were doing a great job.

And who would he be, anyway? Mogar? Michael laughed to himself at the nickname he'd earned from all of those Minecraft Let's Plays. Making Mogar real would definitely save the city, no doubt about it. Imagine all of the stuff he could do; have some sweet ass armor, get an actual diamond sword, beat up some bad guys who deserved it. He'd be fucking set.

Eh, he could dream.

Practically bouncing up from the sofa – he was unusually happy now – he headed to the kitchen, intending to grab a drink of some kind. No alcohol yet; he'd save that for when Lindsay got home. So he grabbed a bottle of Mountain Dew instead, unscrewing the lid and taking a large gulp. A ringing noise caught his attention, and it took him a few seconds to work out what it was. Oh, the phone! He left the bottle back on the side, heading back into the lounge and picking up the nearby phone, holding it to his ear.

"Yo?" he asked.

"Hey, I'm gonna be late home tonight, babe. Traffic downtown is a fuckin' nightmare." The irritated voice of his soon-to-be-fiancé, providing everything went to plan, came down the line, the distant sound of cars honking at each other audible in the background.

"'Cause everyone's going batshit crazy about that assassination attempt against the Major, probably." Michael mused, moving to lean against the drawers, eyes flickering to the TV occasionally to see what other bullshit they were reporting about. Oh, it was the weather. Something about rain tomorrow afternoon. Joy.

"Well he lived, didn't he? No need for the holdup." Lindsay grumbled, causing him to chuckle softly, shaking his head even if she couldn't see it.

"Probably just precautions. It'll be over soon. Hey, do you want me to order something if you're gonna be late?"

"Yeah, I could actually really do with a-"

The line went dead. The lights flickered before dying completely. The TV went off. Michael growled in the darkness. Great, perfect fucking time for a power cut. Now how was he supposed to know what to order? Actually, he probably couldn't order at all. This might be a widespread power cut. Wouldn't surprise him if that were the case. Worse things had happened, though. The power would be back on soon enough.

The TV flickered back to life. There you go, power's back. Now I need to call Lindsay and see what-

Something was wrong. The TV didn't switch back to the local news channel that he'd had on originally. It didn't even show the regular channels that he had access to. Instead, it showed the image of a dark room, with a man in a suit standing in the centre, his face obscured by the shadows.

"X-Ray and Vav," he stated in a deep voice, obviously attempting to sound sinister, which was slightly undone by the pirate accent. Lame. "You have disrupted the Community's quest of changing this city into our own image by interrupting our mission against the Major. For this, you will suffer our wrath, and we will tear you to pieces in such a way that you will be begging at our feet.

"I am the Corpirate-"

Double lame.

"-the Leader of the Community, and I assure you, we will destroy all that you hold dear. We will break you, physically and emotionally, until there is nothing left. Only then, will we kill you. Unless you stay out of our way. This city needs change, and we will not stop until our visions have come to life. If needs be, we will eradicate every 'hero' from Achievement City, one at a time, and then we will see who this city's true hero is. You will regret standing against us."

The screen flickered, before going black once again, and the power returned, the TV springing back to life with the previous news channel. Already reports were coming from the entire city. This had been not only a citywide blackout, but a citywide broadcast.

X-Ray and Vav themselves would've no doubt seen it.

Oh, if only he could get out there and give this asshole a piece of his mind. He'd make a badass superhero, he just knew it. Mogar would be the strongest man on the planet. Heck, he could do the Olympics for fun if he wanted to. He'd strike up a gold medal on his first try. That'd be pretty fun. But he'd only do that when everything had been taken care of in the city, when all the assholes had been taught a lesson and X-Ray and Vav were able to handle the entire situation by themselves. Then he'd do whatever.

Well, he would, if he could even make an attempt at being as strong as Mogar would be.

The phone rang again, but before Michael could move to pick it up, something smashed in the kitchen. Had something fallen over? No, the glasses were in the cupboard. The only other glass was the window. He carefully, quietly as possible, moved towards the kitchen. Maybe he could grab a knife on the way there. If he could pick the damn thing up, no burglar was safe.

If only he made it that far. An animalistic snort came from behind him, and he whipped around, immediately cringing as he saw the wolf before him, standing on its hind legs and towering above him. In response to it catching his attention, it snarled in his face.

The last thing Michael Jones had the chance to do was punch it in the face, before a red mist descended over him and everything faded to black.