Alright guys! I did it! I completely redone chapter 4 to something more enjoyable, some action there too. But as I was saying, this chapter before hand sucked ass. It was short, shoddy. I redid it. That's all that matters, this chapter was a fucking doozy to write

Reclining back onto the hard wooden table of the bar, the Drifter cocks his head, "Look, I know we have a problem here, but really I want nothin' of it," Unscrewing a cap on his mask he grabs the disgusting cocktail and downs it in one gulp, the gelatinous compound splashed down into his throat as he let out a satisfying 'Ahh' before continuing, "I find you might be a good person too - jump in for justice, all that pizzazz. But from what I see is that you're gonna need to take off that mask and see unobscured for yourself that I'm not trying to start anything."

A pregnant pause as air became stagnant, The red-haired man looked at the Drifter with a smug look plastered on his face. His little black-haired accomplice is there with her hands clutched on her holstered sword as she narrowed her yellow eyes

"Tell me this," Lowering his red sword, the horned man, "I'll give you a merciful death if you tell me why you did this." With a small chuckle he raised it again. Surely this strange guy killed his own Faunus brethren. The descriptions more or less matched this guy! Albeit - the reports were varied but this is the only guy with a gasmask and some coat.

Every dumbass follows that same line - huh? "Fuck it. I'm done lying, I shot him. He called me 'Human scum' and then shoved a gun in my face," The air even got denser than what it already was, it was almost as if all the air was too heavy to breathe for everyone as the Drifter finally made his confession, "So tell me this before I supposedly am given a 'merciful death'." The Drifter added with air quotes.

With a small nod, the red-haired man grew an even brighter smile, "Go ahead." He nearly cackled in what was thought to be victory.

"First your name is…"

"Adam" The Bull added.

Saying the name a few times as if tasting some fine dish the Drifter seemed content, "Why am I human scum? So far I lived an isolated life away from almost all people" He lied between his teeth, it was sad how easy it was to let a convincing lie slip from between his lips.

"Playing the stupid card? Adam's voice sharpened as he nearly spat towards the Drifter

"Nah, not really just wondering how he considered me scum. So far it seems pretty scummy for someone to just assume who I am and then shove a gun in my face." The Drifter yawned in boredom.

His smirk dying from the Drifter's unamused expression, or lack thereof due to the helmet and mask, Adam spat in his Direction.

"Damnit! Look what you did," The Drifter pointed at the disgusting splurge of spit It even has some green in it too! What the fuck man! "Fucker here is gonna have to clean it up!"

Adam nearly, nearly rolled his eyes under his mask, but he pressured on as he raised his blade, "I'm done with the questions. I answered enough, ar-" He was interrupted

WIth a quick draw of the Compliance Regulator, the Drifter rapidly added, "Also, I don't need to deal with this shit."

With one trigger pull, a blue laser instantly struck the yellow-eyed girl. Eyes widened, muscles contracted, it felt like she was in one giant cramp as her body resisted any move she made as she almost fell to the ground as the Drifter, completely ignoring Adam's dumbfounded look hauled ass and awkwardly carried her away pushed his way through the west of the group out into the street.

The street was crowded like always, People bustling as several carts were dragged by bedraggled horses. The issue first of all was to actually escape, easier said-than-done when you had a 160 pound girl to carry. Not easy and he could feel the tension in her muscles laxing up. Fuck.

Running into the middle of the street, his luck has struck when he saw an ominous alleyway. No one would notice obviously. Barging through the alley and travelling deep into its confines led to some kind of shortcut to what looks like a ghetto. Rushing by when he saw the widened eyes of the already beleaguered looks of poverty locked on him, he sped until he saw a strange outcropping of tropics at the end of the tiny street before literally diving with the girl in tow into the forest before finding a small grassy clearing to set her down in.

She was already completely able to move, after propping her up against a tree, she completely refused to even look at him. Rubbing his hand over his helmet absolutely sick and tired of today. But letting his feelings get ahead would be a problem considering he now has to deal with a girl that he kidnapped and now tucked her knees in as she hid her face with them.

What do I do now? He's captured enemies before, tortured them, and got information. But this is a completely different world. He just captured her for the fact that she even remotely looked important. Oh boy, what a mistake he's in.

Minutes passed on by when she regularly threw glances at him as if she was expecting him to do something.

"Uhh… You don't need to be so pissed, I didn't really know what to do either. I just snatched ya because I… I really don't know. You'll be useful later to me. But in the meanwhile." He not even caring materialize handcuffs, "I got us friendship bracelets. Well, more like you a friendship bracelet." he shrugged as he snapped her wrist to a nearby thin palm tree He then sat straight across from her cross one knee crossed as the other stood so he can prop his hand on his knee, and he just stared at her. The glowing red eyes of a predator emanating from his visor as she continually more uncomfortable.

She was stuck, she knew it. She had Gambol Shroud to pull out, but the man just wouldn't stop staring. Everytime she looked away he would lean in that direction to look at her with those piercing eyes. A minute felt like an hour as he just stared at the Faunus, and an hour felt like a year.

"So… Know anything cool about yourself." The armor-clad man said, trying to break the ice. He twiddled his thumbs in response to her silence as he waited for an answer.

She couldn't take this quiet game any further and blurted, "I'm the village chief's daughter," her eyes widened at the realization she said sensitive information. Who knows what this man could do next. To her, he acted very informally and sounded slightly incompetent at times, when he drawled his words as if not knowing what to say. But in all honestly, her mind rang with the sense of danger, a ploy, set to ruin her, her family, everyone she loved, "A-and my name is Blake…" She added quietly she paused waiting for her incoming doom. Was this a form of torture? Unending staring?

Pausing and letting it linger after she said her name he straightened his back stuck his hand out to the bound girl Blake, "Nice to meetcha Blake. Sorry about this whole ordeal. To be quite honest, I wasn't expecting more of y'all o'er there! I was just on my little Ol' pilgrimage, learn stuff, go back and take that science and do stuff with that stuff. The usual."

Her mouth dropped, almost slamming into the ground with what she heard, he spoke normally the first few sentences, and as he continued it got thicker, and thicker. Where is this guy from? Surely isn't Atlas. Mistral? Maybe. Her thoughts were interrupted when he spoke again,

"Oh and by the way. Lemme explain myself; I was out in that desert, and killed what looked like a huge Armadillo, after blasting it's brains out I saw a light in the distance. I kept following it until I found this building where people were comin' in and out with masks and stuff. So with my due diligence I was gonna come out from yonder and say hello. Well, turns out they think I'm scum." The Drifter paused for a second looked slowly behind him and continued, " Then he pointed a gun at me when I said I came from the desert, something it being about 'Inhospitable' and then he was gonna shoot me, since I had the quicker draw, I blasted his brains out, ran away, went to sleep on the beach and then went to the bar where I saw you."

Blake had no idea what to think - beside from the fact that she wants to be anywhere but here - but here she is, hearing out on a man who not only shot one of her brethren, but also kidnapped her. Now he probably wants her forgiveness? This man was crazy.

"Also, anyway off this island?" He asked as he stood up looking around as she meekly pointed in a general direction.

"Sweet, lemme get them bindings off ya." He grabbed her wrist and just digitized the handcuffs, her eyes widened in confusion as he just casually walked off, but not without saying, "Sorry for the trouble!"

Blake eyes narrowed in the general direction the Drifter was going as she rubbed her sore wrist. Handcuffs were tighter than she thought.

Holy shit that was awkward! Not counting that she basically said nothing for three hours, except her name and her father's occupation. But hey, he was getting somewhere right? Anywhere but this place and it would be perfect. Now he just needs to get away. Hopefully he wouldn't need to see her anytime soon. It would lead to another awkward conversation. As in, her being silent for nearly three hours. It was pain. Really - a random group coming after him and then him kidnapping a girl who is the daughter of the village chief no less.

Walking through the humid tropics weren't something to scoff at - it was hot as in really hot - still that that didn't mean he couldn't march forward. No matter how many times the humidity caused his underwear to ride up his ass. Fucking piece of… Never mind, better than going commando at least.

The forest eventually died away to reveal men in familiar white masks as they scurry about on a side street in what seems to be them trying to find something. That "something" no doubt being Blake and most likely him as well. My God why does everything need to be this difficult. That was when a familiar voice called out, plenty of rage within it

"Find that motherfucker! Find me Blake!" Adam, teeth gritted and eyes most possibly, definitely, flared as he threw his head left and right as if expecting it would help him find anything Looks more like he's in some fucking nightclub. The man would never be able to catch wind of the Drifter with where he was at. He'd crush the fuck for sure, but killing wasn't something he wanted to start really. Not a great first impression. That's like started a fight with the host's wife when you visit your friend's house.

Minutes passed by, his chances of being able to cross getting lar-

"Boss! What's that red glowing light over there!" A random grunt called

Oops, forgot to turn it off… Heh.

With a quick rise and a quick flick through his Pip-Boy he gave no time to waste, fighting was a must, and he wasn't gonna waste this opportunity to run. He through his objective out the window as he watched them ready their rifles and Adam let out a blood-curdling roar as he raised his sword.

The Drifter graced himself with the harbinger of death, discovered in a pool of blood where Deathclaws roamed and nested he had his deadly weapon in hand, and he was ready to let it loose.

Vengeance

Men stood ready, blades and swords ready, slightly confused by how he suddenly materialized a weapon, but those thoughts were cast aside as, civilians were scattered in a stampede to remove themselves from the confrontation as the Drifter had his visor glow even brighter with its Predator Red. As the men began the charge - the ghostly howl of the laser screeched in rage as it leapt from man to man, sending them to oblivion…

I didn't want this, they made me… The thought sounded in his head as a faint ambient glow from the beam flushed onto him. Adam was in cover as anyone who dared to make an appearance was turned to ashes, or violently exploded into a bloody mess due to the heat causing their cells to literally rip apart as it was super-heated beyond their boiling point. They weren't even close of an iota of what more destruction he could achieve, but no one in this world except the truly vile deserved the fate of what he could truly cause.

"Hurry! Up! We need someone to distract him!" One White-Fang member called as he rose before promptly exploding into a pile of gore, another man lost, another family to contact. That was what Adam thought, though some would think he let his standards fall - they would be wrong as he corrected them and then executed them for treachery. The problem remains that the dangerous man before them was firing, and any stop to reload left them no time to counterattack, or any flanking maneuver as they would still enter his peripheral vision. He was truly a force of nature. Though there had to be someone to get him… Unless…

That was it. It had to be, Moonslice. He was going to need to take damage, he could try to block the beam with his sword, and then close in for a strike to officially end him. It was worth a shot.

The Drifter continually kept firing never letting up, until he rose. Adam, the man raised his blade as if to block a blow What an idiot the Drifter thought as he switched targets - instantly striking Adam's shoulder as the photons moved the speed of light, he went down.

"Damn it, Damn it, Damn it!" Adam jaw clamped shut in anger was almost in threat of crushing his own teeth as sweat poured down, the humid environment though finally gave the chance that Adam needed to strike. Vengeance's crystal was blocked with fog as the beams became thinner and less concentrated until eventually becoming harmless rays of light.

Suddenly jumping from cover - his blade ready, eyes locked onto the Drifter - Adam charged with everything he mustered. His anger taking over as he imagined what the Drifter could've done to Blake, the fear of seeing her dead body hanging from a tree almost scared him, he didn't want to know what awaits farther in the forest, lest he see Blake in a… Less complete position.

The Drifter took note of this desperate charge, Adam was fast but little did he know he was more than ready for this moment.

"RAGHH!" A cry beyond all others sprang forth as he saw the Drifter readied himself, left hand out, and right hand carrying a slick metallic pole with crystals on the back, they sprang to life to reveal a purple blade of energy with electricity coursing through like veins.

Adam bypassed the hand as he charged into the Drifter and a mighty swing of his blade leaving the unearthly, angry screech of metal as sparks flew off his chest plate rebounding the crimson blade off it. Twisting his blade around till the hilt laid in his hands like a javelin, he rammed it through the palm of his hand as blood oozed and the sounds of metal rubbing against each other sounded as it snaked its way to his opponent's head skittering off the round of his helmet.

The Drifter in turn yanked his left hand down, more blood leaked as he slid his hand farther up the grip of his axe and gave a purposefully slow swing to make Adam duck, only for him to aid himself in meeting the Drifter's knee. In Adam's stunned surprise, the Drifter yanked his hand again - this resulted in Adam losing his main weapon stuck literally in the Drifter's hands.

"Think again, piece of shit!" The Drifter hissed. Dropping his axe, he delivers a haymaker of unproportioned strength almost sending Adam flying. In the meantime the Drifter quickly decoupled the blade from his profusely bleeding hand and clambered for his axe before in an attempt to run off, looked behind him one last time, to see Blake.

Her eyes widened, the horror she saw before her, her own kind's body parts scattered across the ground. Legs, arms, parts of torsos, some blown into halves, some just pile of organs - finally Adam lay, somehow relatively uninjured climbing back up in a fit of rage. Though what truly scared her was the man who half-turned to look to her - in her eyes - she truly saw what this man could do as she then looked into his visor, glowing red, a brighter red than the blood of her comrades that was spilt, but under that light, beyond the protective visor laid a pair of eyes. Eyes of a man who looked like he could take on the world single-handedly, as if he could handle the entire Atlas Armata in some kind of one-sided war. She was afraid… So she ran…

Like she always does.

Adam was ready for round two, but for the Drifter - play time was over - he had to leave now. Ignoring the bloody hand that occupies him, the Drifter rushed off into the city to find an escape, somewhere safe, somewhere but here. Thanks to Blake, he knew generally where to go.

The city as it was filled with a cacophony of people screaming in fear as they still reeled back from the fight between that strange group. The people screaming didn't help his situation either as more of those masked fucks are now more than wanting to kill him Where the fuck do I go!? His frustration almost gripping him as more people piled trying to get away from the bloodbath, children screaming, mothers wailing, he almost swore he saw a woman cradle one of the corpses in her arms Her loss. The dark thought woke in his mind as he pushed more and more people out of the way on his way to get to the beach, there should be a boat port or anything to get him out of this God forsaken island. He was tired of it, he hated it, he despised it.

As luck had it, after ten minutes of pushing, he finally made his way to what looked like a line for tickets, he didn't have time for this. He grabbed his Stealth-Boy and with a push of a button, the device turned him nearly invisible, he took the small allotted time he had for the effectiveness of the device and ran as fast as he could to the closest boat, one with its drawbridge already closing. Faster, faster, faster. He ran until he lept as the door rose even more before catching the ledge - ignoring the pain of his left hand - as he literally threw himself into the boat before dragging himself towards a random door and opened it. What he saw inside was nothing more than an unused supply closet. But to him, this was safety. He was safe! Yes! Finally! Taking two steps inside, he sat in the corner closest to the door. Coiling his knees up to his chin, he leaned back and took a well deserved rest. He didn't know where he was going, but it was going to be better when he got there. He could do his research and then… Then what? Return? Live there? Didn't matter. Simple goals… That's all that mattered…

Closing his eyes, he let his eyes drift him to a deep sleep.

Okay, I fixed it. Thank God! OOC Blake may still be a bit OOC but meh, blame it on the Drifter, he's a fucking psychopath compared to those on Remnant, all the White-Fang did was add to his already large kill count. Those he even bothered to check on chapter 4 again, then please let me know what you thought.