Hello everyone and welcome back to HellFall!

Again, so sorry about the lateness. I keep forgetting. Monday just isn't my day I guess. I've been feeling a little sick, so I had to see the doctor yesterday, which took up a good chunk of time. With everyone else I wanted to do, I guess I just forgot.

But the chapter's here now, so that's good. We'll be returning to Crimson II briefly. Yes, Azure II has only had two chapters, but I can assure you that it will not stay that way. HellFall Part 2 will be a heck of a lot longer than Part 1, so we'll have plenty of time to evenly distribute the chapters.

Anyways, let's get on with the chapter!

"So you want team VAIN?" Thunder asked, his elbows resting on the low, steel table before him. I was leaned back, relaxed, in my chair. Thunder was a lot more tired than I was. I felt like something else was bothering him, but I didn't touch on it.

"Yes." I replied, "We're in round 3, they've passed with flying colors thus far. We can only expect more from them in the coming matches"

Thunder nodded sleepily, "Okay," he replied, "So that's another team to add to the list"

"How many do we have on the list now?" I asked, curious.

"Uh," Thunder groaned, going down the list and counting as he went. I could see his lips moving as he did so.

"Seven." He replied, "That's including the uncertain and certain ones"

"Which ones are we certain on?" I asked.

He sighed, looking over the list, "Six." He replied, "Team WRGE is still uncertain"

"Six?" I asked, "I can only think of five, not including WRGE. Who else is there?"

"PHGG," He started drowsily, "VAIN, RWBY, CRDL, JNPR, and STEW"

"There's no STEW in the tournament" I pointed out.

"They're busy right now." He replied, "But I've called on them before. They're trustworthy"

"Oh," I replied, "What are they doing?"

"Serving time" Thunder replied, looking over the list.

"In prison?" I asked.

"Where else?" He asked.

"Can we really trust a team of criminals?"

"I can"

I sighed, running my hands along my face, "Fine." I replied, "When do they get out then?"

"After the tournament," he replied, "at some point then. Not sure when"

"Are they powerful at least?" I asked.

"What do you think dumbass?" Thunder snapped lazily.

"Sorry" I apologized, taken aback by his sudden response.

He sighed, "No, I'm just tired. Sorry." He replied, "Yes, their leader, Sockeye, is considered the second strongest known huntress in Remnant. The only problem is that she is a criminal, so she's been banned from the tournament"

"And her team?" I asked. The name Sockeye rang a bell, but I couldn't figure out which bell it was.

"They go where she goes." He replied, "And she goes where they go. They trust each other immensely, and they're all very talented. Trust me"

There was a brief moment of silence.

"What is it Thunder?" I asked.

"What?" He asked.

"You're distracted." I replied, "More than usual at this time. What's up?"

"Why the sudden concern?" He asked.

"Believe it or not Thunder, but I gotten to know you pretty well over these past few weeks." I replied, "I care about your well-being you know"

"Humph." He grunted, "Have you heard the news lately?"

"News?" I asked.

"Yeah," He replied, "Rocco Trask. Heard of him?"

I paused, "Doesn't ring a bell" I replied.

"Oh." He said, "Well, Trask has recently been reportedly terrorizing the city. He broke into a tournament competitor's house recently. Specifically, Nicole Rozovyy's home. After that a young woman was dragged down a tunnel that he dug, and hasn't shown up since. Somehow I get the feeling that this all has to do with Plan H"

"I see." I replied, "By the way, have any of your men picked up on the folder that I gave you?"

"Not yet." He sighed, "Honestly, they've been working like dogs on that thing. I see them, night and day. Some of them never see their kids or wives anymore"

"Good to know they're determined" I pointed out.

"I've heard rumors that Cadet's wife is planning a divorce" He added.

"A little too determined" I added.

"I really wish we could find some help." He said, leaning back in his chair and sighing heavily. He paused, hands over his face, then suddenly sat up. "What about that guy you dragged in earlier?"

"Who?" I asked.

"Remember?" He asked, "That one-legged guy that you dragged in when you first came here"

Realizing who he was talking about, I shook my head, "No," I replied, "No, I don't want to talk to him"

"Why not?" He asked, "He could help us"

"I've tried," I said, "That guy doesn't even have a tongue"

"Really?" Thunder asked.

"I doubt it." I replied, "The boy hasn't even talked yet"

"Maybe if you hadn't cut off his leg he's be more inclined to speak with you" He pointed out.

"I was defending myself." I said, "He could have killed me if I was suicidal"

Thunder snickered, "You're so cocky." He said, "Tell you what. Go in there; tell him we'll give him a brand new leg if he squeals"

I paused, sighed, then stood up, "Fine." I replied, "But don't expect results"

Line

"Soldier" I said, approaching the cell in which the man was imprisoned.

"Sir Void" The guard next to the door greeted, stepping aside and opening the cell door. I'd specifically requested he referred to me as 'sir' over mister. It made me feel powerful. Inside the cell sat a defeated looking man, with shaggy dark green hair and extremely pale skin. His head sagged, and his whole body looked like it'd collapsed while he was standing. He wore an orange prison jumpsuit.

"I don't care for small talk so I'm just going to get right into it." I started, the door being shut behind me, "Who are you?"

No response.

"What is your connection to Mr. Fall?"

No response.

"What do you know about Plan H?"

No response.

"Do you have a tongue?!"

He looked up, slowly raising his head and looking at me with thin, pale green eyes. Then he stuck out his tongue, without making a sound, before lowering his head once again.

I resisted the urge to beat him to death. I sighed. "Buddy," I started, unstrapping Arkynshihn from my belt and leaning it against the wall, "let me make you an offer." I crouched down in front of him, resting my hand on my knee, "You talk, and we'll install a shiny new leg onto that little stub. How about that?"

He looked up, and a small half smile curled across his lip.

"There we go." I said, smiling, "That's the spirit"

He spat on my face, then turned back to the ground.

I hesitated, then grabbed his chin between my fingers. Holding him only an inch from my own face, I whispered, "Listen here, punk. If you don't talk, you'll never return to your people again. Understand me? You'll die here if you remain silent"

Throwing him back to the ground, I stood to leave.

"I was made for this." He said, loud and clear. I turned around. "My purpose has been fulfilled. Keeping me alive is a waste of resources"

"How would you like for your life to mean something?" I asked.

"It already did" He replied.

"Everyone is born for something." I said, trying my best to convince him, now that he was talking, "Maybe what you think you were made for really isn't your true purpose"

He laughed, "Heh, so what? My purpose is to squeal? Please, helping you is nowhere near my bucket list"

"This wasn't on my bucket list until about a month ago either." I replied, "Trust me, you can find purpose in the most unlikely places"

"And if this isn't my purpose?" He asked.

I paused, "Well," I started, "then you'll just have to keep searching. But for the time being, do what you feel is right"

"Like you did when you killed people for a living?" He asked.

"I was misguided then." I replied, "And I believe that so are you. Plan H set me straight, and chances are it'll do the same for you"

The man was silent. I didn't even hear him breathe.

I sighed, running my hand through my hair, before turning around to leave.

"Can you really do it?" He asked suddenly.

I turned around.

"Can you really fix my leg?" He asked.

"Of course." I replied, "What generation do you think we live in?"

He snickered, "Still your rude self, Mr. Void" He said, "I'll take you up on your offer. On my terms"

"What are these terms?" I asked.

"Firstly," he started, "I want out of this cell"

"Done"

"Secondly, I want better food, and more of it"

"Easy"

"Thirdly, I want a nice, shiny, silver leg. Make it smooth, too. I want it to be beautiful"

"Anything else?" I asked.

"Lastly," he started, looking up at me now, "I want in"

"In on what?" I asked.

"This mission." He replied, "The list you and Thunder have been forming. I want to help you fight."

So there you have it. Yet another new character, if you remember way back to the end of Crimson I Gazini cut some random dude's leg off. Now he's alive and kicking, sort of. It's a little hard to kick with only one leg, but that's not the point.

Currently I've been working on another RWBY fanfiction, as I've mentioned in the past, and it's the back story of this one-legged character, who's name will be revealed later on in the story (already on my profile though). That should be coming in the next few months, so be looking forward to that.

Also, I started writing a full-length original story to be posted on Fictionpress. I started one a while ago, but due to camp I couldn't write in it and eventually forgot everything about everything in that story. So I just started something new (plus I'm not a fan of the genre of the story, which is superheroes (don't even know why I started it really, just had some ideas I guess (maybe it will continue one day (lot's of brackets) that I haven't thought about in ages, so it's interesting to go back to it and finally start. It's a thriller/horror story, so if your into that, I'll start posting in a while.

Anyways, that's about it. More to say today, but nothing you can't handle. As usual, favorite, follow, review, tell your friends, tell your enemies, or don't if you don't want to, and I'll see you all in the next chapter!