Another week passed by. Another complex he had walked out of, leaving a dozen bodies strung up by their feet. The intimidation method proved to be working in his odds. More White Fang were either disbanding and shouting valuable information, or getting more reckless. The disbanded ones, he knew they were being arrested and charged, giving up their life of terrorism in hopes it would keep him away. Fear and paranoia were the two things that clouded their minds. As much as he would have liked to kill them in their cells, he couldn't do so without getting attention, thus he let them live in fear. They must have figured it was better to live a life of fear and misery than ending up dead. The ones that stayed though, they were fair game.
His hunt wasn't finished yet, and he wouldn't stop until they were completely eradicated from Vale. The more complexes he hit, the more information he gathered when the final one would plead for their lives. From that point on, he started to erode the chain of command viciously. Anything to strike fear into them and force them to make foolish mistakes, it was working too. Each body he left behind; shot, broken, strung up, even burned to an extent, seemed to be doing its job. That wasn't the only thing he did though, he started to raid their complexes of valuable resources and give them to the less fortunate.
The homeless proved to be quite knowledgeable of the areas and they were forever in his gratitude. Each area gave him information about news of what they've been hearing on the streets. They also shielded and lied about him whenever a huntsman or huntress asked about him. To them, he was practically their hero. Despite denying that he was, they viewed him as such in their eyes and nothing would change that. The authorities viewed him as something else... more along the lines of a vicious killer. He didn't care what they had to think. Sure, he was causing negativity levels to rise with these recent killings, but who knows how bad it would've been had that train breached the wall. To him, this was nothing short of necessary actions. The White Fang was a terrorist organization, if the authorities wouldn't do anything, then he would.
It seemed Atlas would be arriving soon, which meant he needed to speed this process up. While he was speeding it up, this didn't mean he could afford to get sloppy with his work. The last thing he wanted was to reveal himself to the military and compromise himself before his hunt was over. Overall, the city was considered a blessing that too many people didn't appreciate enough. With enough perimeter defense and decent management, this could be considered a safe haven for all. The settlements outside the city had to live in constant paranoia, either because of a bandit attack or Grimm. Out there were his main hunting grounds, the people out there knew the struggles and managed to survive somehow. Not to mention, some had a stable system and were completely independent from the city's system.
Days and nights passed by slowly, much slower than what he wanted. He had found another complex and observed it from his perch on a tall building. The edges of his cloak flowed gently in the night sky as he crouched down near the edge of the building. The White Fang that entered the area kept looking around, jumping at every sound they heard in the distance. It seemed their paranoia was getting the better of them, he shook his head a bit and continued to observe them. Getting information about this place was easy. The last victim he interrogated barely even lasted a broken wrist before spilling. They tried to stab Six in his helmet, only to fail. His retaliation was to take their own knife and disembowel them, leaving them to die in pool of blood and entrails.
Just as he was about to head down and eliminate more White Fang then interrogate the highest ranking one, sirens echoed out. He looked down the street to see patrol cars speed towards the location of the White Fang before stopping around the complex. Heavily assault vehicles swerved near the patrol cars before specialized units poured out. A quiet sigh escaped his lips as he watched them storm the complex. Gunfire was heard from inside and he just watched from a distance. He was far enough away to where they had to strain to see him but he could still make a shot. This night had turned out worse than some of the others, since his hunt was interrupted, but that was fine. There were other complexes to eradicate.
He pulled out the Binary Rifle and watched it assemble in his hands with interest. Once it was done, he took his aim and patiently waited for the next several minutes. It seemed they were content with making arrests, yet didn't have the necessary willpower to make the kill. As the arrested White Fang were being dragged out, he spotted his target. An older man, looked to be in his late forties with massive moose antlers. As soon as the shot lined up, Six fired the rifle with an ethereal sound that was pleasing to hear. A second later, the man jerked to the side and his body started to disintegrate and turn to ash before disappearing into the sky. Every single cell in his body broken down beyond medical repair.
The lesser White Fang went delirious and began to shout that the demon was coming for them. Each officer and specialized unit quickly took cover while looking for where the shot came from. It came from the building but Six was already gone. They noticed how the White Fang seemed to throw themselves into the transport truck, a horror stricken look adorning their faces. Even some of the officers shuddered at the thought of something that struck fear into them. Everyone had been on overtime to find this elusive killer that not only struck the White Fang, but also several other dangerous criminals in the area.
They weren't dealing with a killer or a monster, they were dealing with an apex predator. In the past few weeks, he had made the city his hunting grounds.
Six found a small corner near one of the dark alleyways. He was in a new area so the territory wasn't one he explored yet. Yes, his hunt had been ruined by the authorities, but it wasn't completely ruined in his eyes. He did manage to kill a high ranking White Fang member. The day was beginning to break and he'd rest a bit before going out later tonight and finding the other complex. While he could go another few days without rest, it was always good to remain at top shape. The day seemed to slip by and countless cars zoomed near him while the homeless came out of their little shelters and tents to stretch their legs. For the most part, they left him alone while he rested. His shotgun was in his hands underneath his cloak but he wouldn't raise it unless it was truly needed.
Countless hours seemed to slip by and the homeless continued to do their activities. It was safe for them to move around more, now that Six had started to eliminate the White Fang from various areas. A lot of them were intimidated by him and horrified by the fact that he barely showed anything when he killed, but in the end they were grateful he was doing something. Some of the individuals of the terrorist group would come down to their little community and harass them, sometimes even use them as a sick example to get more recruits. They had lost some good people to the monsters and they feared they would lose more if this continued. All it took was for them to tell Six where the last location was at and their problems started to disappear, along with the White Fang.
Their hunger problems also started to diminish slightly whenever food started to appear next to their tents. Along with a small stack of lien to buy supplies. Whenever they looked in his direction, they always found him in the darkest corner, just resting. His bag was always near him in arm's length and some saw him have a gun. The other communities experienced the same thing; supplies left by their tents while he just remained still in the darkest corner. He never really talked that much and it wasn't very pleasant to hold a conversation with him, but his mere presence did provide some form of comfort.
Soon, the sky started to darken and the homeless decided to start settling down for the night. They crowded around barrels on fire for some warmth and discussed their day and what they found. Some of them looked to see Six still sitting in his spot, not moving an inch from it and some contemplated on waking him up. A couple of hours passed by and the sky was completely dark by now, some had decided to turn in for the night while others just stayed up and talked more. They looked at him when they heard him stand up then walk by them, his large body seemed to stalk by them quietly.
"Where is warehouse seventy-six?" He asked calmly.
"It's on Indigo street, several blocks east of here. There should be a large abandoned bullhead field near that area if it helps. Used to be a good spot to rest at since it's abandoned but we had to move when the White Fang kicked us out." One of them answered.
"..." He nodded and began to walk away, but stopped when one of them reached in their pocket and produced something, it was a little tube-like item.
"Here, thought you might have this." One of them walked up to him and held it out with a piece of paper.
"What is it?" He asked, taking it and observing it for a few seconds.
"A homemade smoke bomb. I used to be quite the trouble maker when I was younger and made these all the time. It's gotten me out of even more trouble now more than ever. Figured you could use these, here's a recipe with different types in case you want to experiment a bit." The man said. Six grabbed the paper and observed it a bit before putting it in his bag then nodding. Shortly after he left towards the location. He didn't tell them what he was doing since it wasn't their business but they had a hunch, it was around that time the other murders happened.
Despite it all though, they wouldn't rat him out. Especially since criminals were starting to disappear for some reason, the more violent ones turned up dead while the less violent ones would be crippled. After this whole ordeal, maybe then could people start to finally be at a little bit of peace.
Six had found the location easily. The homeless proved to be quite resourceful when it came to information and he officially had a good layout of the city now. Each terrorist begged for their lives after he killed several of them without hesitation. The ones that surrendered tried to run before he killed them shortly after, stringing their bodies up by their feet while the last one begged for mercy. He listened to the man blubber about how he would change and start helping people more, to finally do good in his life. Six didn't care and broke his neck, leaving it on display for others to see. After getting the necessary information, he finally found the leader of the Vale branch.
Adam Taurus.
It seems the man had kept himself in the dark to avoid attracting the attention of Six. This mattered little though, this was Six's next target, the key to finally breaking the White Fang in Vale. Although he hadn't met him yet, Six did know he would be a challenge and slightly problematic to deal with. More observation would be required if he is to finally deal with the man. Any information would be carefully evaluated, he was already pushing the man into a corner to make foolish mistakes, it would be foolish of himself to not take the necessary precautions.
His window before the military arrived was starting to close now, and it was to be expected that they would arrive within the next few days. Despite the police hounding after the White Fang to deprive him of eliminating them, they still barely had an idea of what he looked like. All they got from the description from the arrested individuals was that he wore a large tattered cloak. The police were trying their hardest to find him; checking cameras, asking around, patrolling more often, he even rendered a few unconscious to avoid detection. Once the Atlas military arrived, his job would be ten times harder, but that mattered little to him. He was used to the odds being stacked against him. This was mere child's play compared to his final days on Reach.
His ammo was running low and he had to use the weapons from the White Fang to kill them, it proved to be longer than expected due to some of them having auras but they died in the end. He stopped when a voice met his ears, it was gruff and he looked ahead to see a man point a weapon at him. It didn't take a genius to tell that it was a Huntsman, most likely sent by Ozpin. More were out ever since last week. News of his work had reached the news around the city and several individuals were eager to make a name for themselves. Pride would be their downfall sooner or later, it always happened to egotistical individuals.
"Judging by the fact that you came out of that warehouse... you're this mysterious killer, huh?" The man said.
"..." Six just stared at him, taking in every feature of his opponent. He noticed how the man seemed to carry a large broadsword. It seemed to have vents along the blade, presumably to let the excess heat escape. It was slightly red in color and the handle had several buttons on it. The whole weapon was too over complicated and had several complications with it, several things could go wrong so quick with it but he didn't care, all he did was observe the man.
"I was warned that you were a quiet one. No matter, the police will thank me as will Beacon. With the festival so close, we can't afford to have a rampant serial killer on the loose." The man said. He charged at Six and swiped downwards, following up with a slash towards the Spartan's midsection. Six just moved out of the way silently, dodging a stab towards his stomach before moving out of the way of a swipe. He was waiting for the man to tire himself out a bit while he observed him. The man sent a kick at Six but he smacked it away from him before slamming an open palm towards his chest. The man skid back a few yards and coughed roughly, his aura had a chunk of it taken out of, and that was only with one hit.
Six walked towards the man and leaned back when a slash was aimed at his throat. He brought his arm up to block another slash that was aimed at his neck before bringing his forearms down when a stab was aimed at him. He noticed the man seemed to heavily rely on his right foot and he took advantage of this, sending his own foot outwards and striking the man's shin. A sickening snap was heard and the man bent down quickly, screaming for a second before attempting to slash at Six again. The Spartan moved out of the way and spun around, slamming his elbow on the man's back before spinning around again to slam his fist into his face. Six didn't give him a chance to recover before he grabbed the man's shoulders, spun him around, before slamming his knee into his back.
A sickening crack was heard along with a scream of agony and he dropped the man, tilting his head as the Huntsman screamed out curses. He gripped the man's head and dragged him over to the wall of the warehouse, rearing it back before slamming it forward. Blood suddenly painted the wall of the warehouse and the unconscious body slid down slowly. Six tilted his head as he observed the man. His face was mangled and broken in several places, his nose was certainly at an odd angle, and one of his eyes was jutting out of its socket. Despite it all though, he still seemed to be alive to an extent. If he died then no skin off his back, if he lived then it didn't matter to him. The man had gotten in his way and he didn't have time to be fooling around with Huntsmen and Huntresses.
Six just shook his head and started to walk away. The Huntsman behind him was broken and barely alive at this point; his condition was critical and there was a high chance that he may not survive. Nothing was going to slow him down anymore, the city would return to its normal state when he left for the wilds. Nothing in the city really appealed to him after all, it was just a simple hunting ground to him.
He was resting in a dark underpass for the past week after that night. While he didn't have a guaranteed location on Taurus, he did have a guess where he would end up. Somewhere where a lot of White Fang could be found without being caught or arrested. Warehouses were constantly being raided by the police, some found White Fang while others just found dead bodies from his work. If he had the time, then he would've just made the occupants of the warehouse disappear, but he didn't. He had only been here for three weeks and the White Fang were in such a disarray that they were providing valuable information. He always beat the authorities to the location and often collected the lives of the terrorists first.
Vale had done nothing to stop the terrorist group in the past, which resulted in the deaths of countless innocent people. There was no reason for them to interfere with his hunt now, it was almost complete and he wanted to leave as soon as possible. It seemed that the news was covering him, calling him various names seeing how he never revealed his to anyone. The White Fang called him a demon, the homeless called him their silent hero, but the public seemed to just call him the Ghost of Vale. There has never been a time during the day when he struck, it was only at night when he did it. During the night people were to be indoors earlier than intended while Huntsmen and Huntresses patrolled with the authorities.
Every since that Huntsman he crippled, they had stuck to teams of two. He didn't kill the authorities, seeing how that would worsen the situation, but he did heavily injure them and render them unconscious. The Huntsmen and Huntresses he would cripple and if the situation called for it, killed, it wasn't personal. He wasn't going out of his way to actively seek them out, but if they got in his way then he'd show them no mercy. They were interfering with something that needed to be done and nothing was going to stop him. He was aware that he was causing negativity levels to rise, but he didn't care. If the Ozpin was smart, he'd send the active Huntsmen and Huntresses to the walls and set up a secure perimeter, dealing with any Grimm that got too close.
His window had closed to wrap this whole thing up, it seemed the military had arrived. It didn't take his enhanced vision to see a fleet of Atlas ships flying in the sky, presumably as an act of power. If the military was here, then they could set up a perimeter around the walls, targeting any Grimm and giving the other party some breathing room. He knew that wouldn't be the case, they'd jump on board with hunting him. It was fine though, he'd leave a stack of bodies in his wake. The matter of his capture or if he was killed was another factor he had taken in. He still had his old core, ready to set off a chain reaction to destroy him and his armor should the situation call for it. Essentially, he had a dead man's bomb at the ready.
Tonight was the final night he'd be hunting the lesser White Fang. Most of them were either dead or arrested, which meant his job was nearly finished. He already had his target and this kill would be the final nail in the coffin to drive out Taurus from his little hole. There were multiple factors that he had to consider, things that needed to be dealt with if they were to come up. If he were to be surrounded then he'd create a smoke screen and start to eliminate the attackers, as quickly as possible without getting sloppy. It wouldn't matter if they were Atlas personal or Huntsmen and Huntresses, if they were a threat to him and were in his way, then he'd kill them. He didn't care if they labeled him a monster or a vicious killer. He had learned to not care what people called him over the years, so being called something negative was like water on his back. Nothing trivial bothered him that much anymore.
What mattered was his target, who he had been observing viciously. He had found a video of the man. It was obvious he carried a dangerous air around him; the way he walked, talked, and from what Six had heard, fought. The man was dangerous and not to be taken lightly. Six had several plans to deal with him, each one more vicious and cruel than the last. It wasn't known for the Spartan to harbor hate towards someone, but he hated the terrorist in front of him. In the past, Six had heard from the outer settlements that a bull faunus had killed so many people, most of them older and weaker but some barely coming of age. Good people that had their lives robbed from them due to this man, and the city didn't have the willpower to deal with him accordingly, even though they had the manpower. Now that he knew who it was, Six would be the one to finally kill him.
As soon as the day started to turn into night, he wandered around. He avoided military patrols by dipping into dark alleys and underpasses before going to the target location of the target. They weren't in a warehouse anymore, seeing how he would always strike there. It was in the residential district, closer to Beacon than he actually wanted. If anything, they had chosen to come hold up in an old, broken down apartment complex. Getting to the location took a while seeing how the military kept patrols in every district, but he finally managed to get to the location. He needed to be quiet with this one. He didn't have a lot of ammo nor would he attract the attention.
The residential district was one he stayed away from a majority of the time. Every time he was in the area, he was more careful of his surroundings. He didn't want civilians in the crossfire which is why he opted to be more careful this time around. It would go against his code to ignore civilians in the area. He hated putting civilians in danger, especially if it could be avoided in advance. It seemed that Huntsmen and Huntresses didn't care about this factor, seeing how in the outer settlements there were always a death or two due to crossfire.
He let his thoughts run as he made his way to the house, asking the homeless if they knew the area or the location. Some didn't and others did, the ones that did seemed to be of great use. It took an hour and a half to find the street it was located at, but he finally did. He observed from a building over, who went in and out, which ones were White Fang and which ones weren't. Another hour and a half of observing made him jump off the side of the building, creating a spider web of cracks. As he was walking towards the exit of the alley, he suddenly stopped when a transport truck passed by. He quickly hid behind a dumpster as light passed near him. It seemed to hover over the edge of his cloak for a second before leaving shortly after. It seemed that his cloak was mistaken as a dirty cloth, which made him sigh in relief at its appearance. Over time, he had grown attached to the cloth, so to see that it kept his identity hidden was just another thing to enjoy about it.
He looked both ways down the street to see if any patrol vehicles were headed his way before sprinting across the street. Bending down slightly, he jumped over the fence easily then landed on the ground below, kicking up a little bit of dirt. He peered at the broken complex then calmly walked to the the side of the building. As he closed his eyes and listened carefully, he could faintly hear some talking. The only thing that seemed to disrupt his hearing was the sound of numerous cars in the background.
A red blip appeared on his motion tracker, making him press his body to the side of the building. He heard grumbling about a task before grabbing the person by their mouth and putting them in a choke hold. Their body was lifted up and they struggled before going limp when he broke their neck. A few seconds later, the body crumbled to the ground as he dropped it then opened the back door, heading inside. The hallways on the first floor were dimly lit and some rooms were open. He looked in them and saw the state they were in before ignoring it, choosing to focus on the closed ones that had red blips behind it. Three red blips appeared on it and he shoulder checked the door open.
Their startled cries were ignored as he rushed up to the first one and brought out his knife, slashing her throat with so much force her head was merely dangling by a strand of flesh. Blood gushed all over the place and he moved onto the second one, gripping his head and twisting it counter clockwise until it was facing the wall behind him. The third one tried to fight back and tried to kick him, but he moved out of the way. He stepped on her leg at the shin and listened to the audible snap of the bone. Her scream barely made it out before he gripped her by her mouth then yanked up. Blood sprayed wildly as her head was yanked from her shoulders, the look of fear adorning her face.
He dropped the head then headed out of the room, checking on the main level before moving upwards. Each step he took made dust kick up but he didn't pay any mind to it, once he reached the floor above, he went down the left first, checking rooms and using his motion tracker. When there wasn't anything down that direction, he went to the right of the stairs and checked. There were six individuals down in this direction. Three to the room on his left and three on the room to his right, there weren't any in the other rooms seeing how they were open and barren. He went to the room on his right and knocked three times, disappearing into one of the barren rooms and waiting around the corner. The sound of the door opening met his ears and he hit the wall to draw the person's attention.
Footsteps grew closer and closer while he just waited patiently. After a few seconds of waiting, he wrapped his hand around their mouth and brought them around the corner. They looked up at him in terror while he just stared at them then sunk his knife in their back, ignoring their muffled scream before twisting their head to the left. A sickening crack was heard from their neck and he dropped the body onto the ground. He stepped out of the room and walked towards the one that the White Fang came out of, quickly rushing in and killing the remaining two. There was commotion from the room across from him and went up to the door, slamming his fist through it and pulling a head through it. He stared at the terrified member before bringing out his knife and slashing downwards, slicing through their neck effortlessly. Blood gushed from the wound and he discarded the head before storming into the room.
The remaining two attacked him at once but he simply moved out of the way of a downward slash before kneeing the first one in the nose, throwing their head back and and listening to their neck break. Their aura barely did anything against his natural strength and the suit. The second one brought out a shotgun and aimed it at him, but all he did was rush up to them and slam his fist onto their arm, breaking it violently. He forced them to aim the weapon at themselves and jammed it inside their mouth, pulling the trigger shortly after. Their head ruptured and bits and pieces of their skull splattered the walls, staining it in a shower of red. He dropped the corpse shortly after and headed upstairs.
His motion tracker picked up several people, no doubt one of them was Taurus. As he ascended the stairs more, he began to notice that their blips started to stop and he faintly heard several gunshots along with loud thumps. He rushed up to the top floor and came across the sight of several dead bodies, with gunshot wounds to their skulls and a sidearm in their hands. It seemed they took their own lives to avoid dealing with him, it was unfortunate seeing how he needed information. A voice in one of the rooms made him whip his head and storm down the hall. The last room on the right was locked and he kicked it in, looking to his right before looking to his left and seeing a White Fang panicking next to some military grade hardware.
He rushed up to them and gripped them by their neck with his right hand, lifting them up slowly. Their eyes widened in terror and they struggled in his iron grip, all he did was stare at them silently. Taurus wasn't in the building, which meant he was in another location. This was problematic, he was anticipating the man to be here so he could finally kill him then leave the kingdom.
"Where is Taurus?" He asked.
"He's not in the city anymore." The man gagged.
"Where is his next destination?" Six asked calmly.
"I'll never tell you. There's no point in begging because you never leave anyone alive, so the least I can do it keep my fellow brothers and sisters safe from-" He didn't get to finish his sentence before he started to gag violently. Six squeezed his neck to the point where blood was seeping out of his mouth. He watched as the man flailed around as pain flooded his system before a wet tearing noise was heard. Blood splattered all over the hardware as Six ripped the head from the man's shoulders and saw that the spine was still attached. He stared at the mutilated head before dropping it without a care in the world, then turned his attention to the hardware.
A couple of minutes was spent gathering information before he left when he heard sirens. It was unfortunate the man didn't say anything, but at least he could leave the city now. The White Fang here was broken and terrified, they would likely never step foot in Vale again after hearing about this. He could go back to the wild, the only problem was getting out now that the military was here. They would assist the authorities, along with the active Huntsmen and Huntresses. This was fine though, he'd adapt to the situation like he always has. If the situation called for it, he'd create a diversion without putting civilians in the way and make his escape.
The sewer system could prove to be useful if he had a map, there could possibly be a way for him to get out through there. In fact, he may just have to reside down there until the heat dies off a little bit.
Adam Taurus thought he was safe just because he wasn't in the city; he wasn't. Six had his trail now, and he'd follow it until he found the terrorist. From that point on; he'd track, wither him down, then finally tear his throat out.
He had managed to get inside the sewers without causing attention. While he was almost caught, he did manage to close the manhole cover before anyone could actually see him. The sewers would be one way to exit the city and they were his best bet seeing how the entrances to the city were probably sealed off. He wandered around them for the next few hours, searching for a map to find the best possible exit towards the wild. Eventually, he managed to find a map that led him in the right direction then synchronized it with his TACPAD. After a minute of doing that, he finally got a marker that led him to the outside.
His cloak would need to be washed thoroughly when he finally got out of here, as well as his armor. The rancid smell of waste would stick to him and drive away anyone he came in contact to, which he didn't want to happen. It also made him uncomfortable to have his armor dirty with waste, which is why he wanted to get out sooner rather than later. The sounds of waste sloshing beneath his feet was unpleasant to hear but he paid it no mind as he continued forward, stopping every once in a while to make sure he was taking the correct path. Above him were countless cars passing by and he could faintly hear the sounds of people above.
As he traversed through the tunnels, several thoughts began to come to mind. Most were about how he would deal with the Grimm that the Monitor had informed him about, others were about how the settlements were doing, and some of the others were about where the next facility would be. Pretty soon, he reached what looked like a waterfall that eventually went down to three separate drains. There was a noise behind him and he turned around to see lights aimed in his direction. He looked down at the waterfall and the drains, seeing that they were large enough for his body to fit through. The only problem is that he'd sink like a rock if he miscalculated his jump, which meant he needed to get a running start. A running start towards the middle drain would eventually lead him outside, and judging by the depth of the water below, it was deep.
There were voices addressing him when they saw him. He knew that they knew it was him, seeing how he still wore his cloak. Pretty soon, several authorities, military personal, and Huntsmen and Huntresses surrounded surrounded him. Each one aimed a weapon at him, while he just remained calm. They had found him faster than he expected, but it didn't matter. All he needed to do was make it to the middle drain and he'd be out in the wild again. From the amount of them there were, and the fact that he was found this quickly, it was safe to assume maybe one or two of the homeless had sold him out. A deal was probably struck if they told the authorities where he was at or was heading. There was also the possibility the numerous cameras in the city had managed to pinpoint his location. It still didn't explain how they found him down here so quickly. That was okay. His business was done with the city and he could return to his hunting grounds.
"By order of the city of Vale and the General of Atlas, you are hereby under arrest!" A Huntsman shouted.
"..." Six ignored him and began to back away towards the edge calmly.
"Stop!" Another ordered. He didn't, all he did was continue to back away until he was at a manageable distance. Everything was quiet and tensions were at an all time high before he suddenly threw down a smoke bomb, turned around and sprinted. They began to open fire at him, making his shields flare up in response before he used the edge as a springboard, then jumped. His body sailed through the air and he leaned a bit then flipped around, letting his back impact the drain and started to slide down it. The dirty water assisted him and he built up speed, swerving along with the curves of the drain.
He heard a noise and he looked behind him to see two Huntsmen slide after him. His lips pressed together in an unimpressed line before he equipped his DMR, maneuvering his body so that he was facing towards them while sliding down. The first one perished when he fired and managed to send the round into their skull, splattering their brain matter all over the pipe. He heard the angered cry of the second one as he followed after him, then used his aura to boost himself. Six felt the man crash into him and squeeze onto him tightly, but he merely just flexed his arms and slammed his fist against the Huntsman's face. He didn't stop after the first punch and kept slamming his fist into the Huntsman's face until his aura broke.
The two of them slid down the long pipe for a while, until Six saw the exit approaching quickly. He gripped the Huntsman's face and slammed it against the side of the pipe, ignoring the pained cries. He watched as flesh and blood began to paint the side of the pipe and little by little, the skull started to chip away. Both of them shot out of the pipe like a bullet and Six maneuvered the body so that it was underneath him. Water splashed as the two went under and he could faintly hear bones snapping violently as the body was crushed underneath his weight. He broke the surface quickly, throwing the broken corpse onto the shore and taking off further into the wild.
Nothing was felt for the Huntsmen that tried to go after him. They were standing in his way and he didn't have time to fool around. Personally, he would have avoided them all together. He didn't want to kill them, but as before, they were standing in his way. His business with the city was done, he wouldn't return here for a while seeing how much heat he had on him, but he didn't particularly enjoy cities. Cities on Remnant just rubbed him the wrong way, and it was better to stay out in the wild and focus on getting the Installation under the Monitor's control, than to fool around with the city and its shenanigans. He played it smart in concealing his identity and only striking when it was dark out, avoiding confrontation with large parties that drew public eyes, and only being aggressive when the situation called for it.
He could tell they were mobilizing after him, which is why he went further and further into the forest at a speed that would shock most. Trees were weaved through, rocks and other large logs were vaulted over, and narrow rivers and streams were jumped across. He made sure that his tracks were well covered and that he was far enough into the forest to where they had to be cautious. They were in his territory now, which meant they had to play by his rules. If they wanted to come after him, then they were welcome to try, he'd send them to the grave.
They had done nothing to stop the White Fang from enacting their terrorist actions, but the moment he started doing something he was considered a crazed serial killer? All he could do was shake his head at their stupidity. They could call him a crazed serial killer all they want, it still wouldn't change the fact that he had forced the White Fang to leave the city. His hunt was over in the city, now all that was left was to get the Grimm and kill it then head to the facility. His feet continued to carry him quickly. While he wasn't as fast a Spartan II, he was at least faster than the average human. The previous generation of Spartans were the more superior breed of Spartan and Six knew he was a cheaper copy despite what some had told him. He was made to go on suicide missions and expect to perish, it's just how it was.
He kept running until it was dark outside, by that point he was tired. It was to be expected, he had been running for a few hours, his daily training paid off it seemed. He was never one to skip out on exercise, doing anything that could keep himself in top shape, especially cardio. Once he was sure that he was a few hours to a day away from the city, he found a nearby cave and rested. After a while of resting, he had found a nearby river to wash his cloak. While he usually wouldn't care about the tattered, dirty look of if, the smell was another story. It usually smelled like pine but now it just reeked of dirty water from the sewer. People tend to pick up on those things. He didn't want to be pushed away from gathering supplies because of his cloak, so washing it was the best course of action.
It was odd really, he cared more about a piece of cloth than human lives. Had they taken the necessary actions, this whole thing would've never happened in the first place. Oh well, his hunt was finally over now. He was back in his preferred territory.
Wow, you guys wrote a lot. Like thirty reviews in the first five hours, I have to admit, you guys impressed me. Kudos to you all. Anyways, I don't have much to say right now so let's get onto the reviews.
Gundam-Knight-Chris: Yeah, a shit show is ensured to happen if it comes to that. I basically had to go to the store at an odd time, something I usually hate, and people were ignoring the distancing rules they put in. I got into an argument with this one lady because she was literally three feet apart from me for whatever reason. In conclusion, she had to be escorted away because she was causing a commotion and was fake coughing on people.
Alby199800: I do too, but we just have to deal with this shit show. Stay safe also.
Malgrath: It's kind of fun to write Ozpin like this while keeping his character in check. Also, yeah, it's unfortunate that all this happened to me and other people, but we can't do anything. To be honest, I'm more worried about the foreign exchange students that were studying at my school. It sucks because one of them literally can't go home. Best of luck to you too.
Janne Rolfe Jalandoni: Here you go.
matthew116: He is. As for the Forerunner weapons, I'll probably mix and match a little bit. He won't just be limited to the Binary Rifle, so chances that he'll use the Suppressor in the future will be a probability.
Sm0keyPanda: I wondered that too. I mean, it isn't impossible that they couldn't so I wanted to at least try with it. Thanks for reviewing.
VGBlackwing: Another long review, I enjoy reading those at times. Sorry if I don't have a response to that, but thanks for reviewing.
saitama1155: Thank you, I'll try to keep your attention.
Dead344156: It's alright, it's just another unfortunate thing to happen to me along with everyone else. Also, stay safe.
PhoenixGuy: I mean, I hear that and some other things over here if it makes you feel any better.
Shen69: Thanks, I'll try to keep up the quality.
Rookie059: I'll try to work on those viewpoints also, it'd probably be an interesting take on their thoughts. Also, thanks for that. Stay safe.
Haxorus knight: Probably not.
Czechus: You got all those things right about Six. Also, I'm glad I didn't confuse you, I don't like to try and confuse readers. Stay healthy.
Akin2018: Indeed.
Name In Progress: Hmm, the armor thing would be hard to pull off if I decide to implement it into the story. It certainly would be an interesting take on it, so I truly don't know. Also the active camouflage would be a very interesting take on it, it's certainly something that would be a little difficult to implement, but I'm always up for a challenge. Thanks for reviewing and stay healthy.
Minxiboo: I just have to go at the right times, but I did find a place. Stay healthy, friend.
Marco Geddes: You're welcome.
OmegaDelta: Possibly.
darkromdemon: Chances are high, that's all I'm willing to say.
Lord Demolitions: One day in the future.
lowrex: Don't intend on stopping anytime soon.
DomR1997: Thanks for that.
Blaze1992: Pretty much. I didn't intend for him to turn out like that, it just sort of happened.
Josephi: I'm sorry to hear that. People do need to start isolating themselves, especially if they know they have it. Here's another chapter.
Amatsu Kagaseo: Will probably happen one day.
captaindickscratcher: They usually tell him under the false illusion that he'll let them live otherwise. It's not completely out of proportion that they might think that. Also that's kind of funny about the pot noodle thing. Sucks that you might have a two week shutdown though, some of my friends are already experiencing that.
Guest: Most likely not.
Hyjaxx: It's fine, and I'm sorry to hear that it happened to you as well. Stay safe.
InfernoKnightmare: Indeed.
Dovahwolf13: I should've done that to be honest, but with the amount of notoriety Six had built up, it probably would've led to more problems. Who knows, he might make a threat in the future.
Ghostly: Indeed on those things, although the last one has a slight twist.
singpu: Didn't know that. I think the way I'll handle the Binary Rifle is the ammunition is a sort of "battery" if you would. After he's out of the ammunition, it'll start to use the energy from his suit. I don't know, I'll think of something that actually fits with the story. I did know about the Forerunner weapons breaking down all usable biomass due to the Flood. Thanks for that little bit of information though.
The Lone Swordswolf: I'll probably have something in future chapters, I don't know when but different point of views is something I want to experiment with a it.
Redbrick6364: Sorry to hear that, hope you're staying healthy.
BRUNHILD: You're pretty much on it. I'm sorry for any unfortunate even that happens to you as well. Hope you stay healthy.
scottusa1: Thanks, laters.
TooLazyToLogin: Here it is. I'll try to keep Ozpin's character at least engaging so there's that. I'll look out for your new name and remember that it's you.
Gamerman22: Interesting ideas. I don't know about the energy sword though, there'd probably have to be a reason as to why one is on Remnant. The Boltshot isn't out of proportion though.
The Baz: I honestly didn't mean for that to happen. Not that that's a bad thing, but a lot of ideas are just popping into my head since I can't do anything right now, being on quarantine and everything.
free man writer: Thanks, I mean there are some better ones though.
THE HOMELANDER: That would've been cool.
CheesusChrist15: Ah, thank you for pointing that out. I would have probably gone through the whole story writing it as Instillation.
Reader: Well, Six is known to be patient with people. Though, sooner or later his patience will run thin.
Guest: It has.
Foxcomm: Not today, sir.
Foruwaner: Thank you.
Iron wolf22: That's a good thing.
BESKAR STEEL: While it was a little random, I didn't mind reading it. It certainly introduced me to Universal DOOM.
shelwyn: You know what, I'll just say thanks and leave it at that.
Guest: Alright?
54845H1 R3NY4: You are indeed on the right track.
Halofan2117: Here's some more.
sacke110: I do too. She'll probably have more of a headache further down the road.
Anon69: Yeah, I agree with you on that he's not invincible. Six would rather use strategy and his wits to win against his opponents. Sure, he is powerful and experienced, but he knows that there are more powerful foes that could kill him. I guess I wanted to make him a cunning individual rather than some overpowered character without a reason. Though, I'll try to keep his character in the middle ground. Thanks for reviewing.
Fenrir Wylde Razgriz: Thank you.
So thanks for reading everyone, I don't really know what to say other than thanks. I guess some more about Six as a character? He's not really one to show mercy or care about what people think about him. If anything, he's more known to do whatever it takes to complete the task at hand. He'd rather just stick to silence and have his actions dictate what people think about him. A lot of you are probably wondering why he escaped so easily, or rather got out so easily. For one, he has a technological advantage and another thing is he used the resources that were available to assist him. He'll use anything at his disposal and he knows how to use it at the right time. There'll be more next chapter in regards to his killing spree in the city.
To be honest, I think this chapter turned out okay. Not the best, but okay enough for people to have a decent read. I guess it's just me being humble as hell, seeing how that's just how I am. Anyways, I hope you all stay safe and healthy in spite of everything happening. See you guys later.