(For those who saw my other update, that was an accident. I didn't realize it until another author told me. Thank you Le MAO. I am truly sorry and I promise there will be no further mistakes.)
"Come on. Hurry up slow pokes." The eccentric blonde known as Yang Xiao Long called to her teammates. Since they had a day off, it was decided to visit her favorite night club for a little 'relaxation'. (As the fiery blonde said)
"Why are bringing Ruby along? Isn't she a little young to drink?" Questions the Schnee Heiress. Even though Yang won't admit it, she did have a point.
"Don't worry, Junior sells soda as well. She'll be fine." Yang smirked as the Heiress groaned in disappointment for the Blondes dumb excuse.
"Just be careful Ruby, some men are known to take advantage of a little girl like you." The quiet Faunues of the group said. Blake was currently reading yet another book and has staid quiet for the entire Entourage.
"Yeah, what she said." Yang acknowledged as they rounded a corner but froze at the scene before them. Police cars, officer, and S.W.A.T members were in front of the night club, and there was Police tape at each end of the block.
"See, I told you this was a bad idea." Weiss angrily stated. "We should check it out, we are Huntresses in training." "Yeah, that's the spirit rubes!" Yang cheered, encouraging her sisters idea. Before the 2 smart ones in the group could have a say in it, the two sisters were already running towards the scene. Weiss turned to Blake.
"Should we follow them?" "Yeah, just in case they get into trouble." They nodded to each other and ran off to their partners.
"Excuse me officer, what happened here.?" The heiress asked an officer once they were near the Crime Scene.
"Well, from the looks of it, it seems as though it was a hostile takeover. The two body guards in front were shot point blank while the other guards inside were dealt with quickly and painfully. But, for the boss.." He pointed to a body bag that was partially opened. They gasped when they saw who it was.
Junior, with a bullet hole between his eyes, and blood was dripping onto the street.
"He was shot execution style, but it looks like he was tortured for a few minutes before getting killed. The guys that did this, looked to be skilled in military or hunter combat. That is all we know so far." The officer said before turning and walking away.
"We should tell professor Ozpin about this." The team nodded in agreement but heard a familiar voice.
"That won't be necessary girls." Turning around, they went wide eyed when they saw the headmasters assistant, Glynda Goodwitch, walking towards them.
"M-ms. Goodwitch! W-what are you doing here?" Ruby asked nervously. Glynda raised her eyebrow.
"The better question is; What are you girls doing here?" She asked, very Monotone. Team RWBY shuffled their feet nervously, while also avoiding eye contact with their Teacher.
"*Sigh* I don't want to know. Just, go back to beacon and wait for me their. The headmaster and I have to discuss something very important to you." The girls nodded before running to the Docks. Glynda then turned back to the crime scene and sighed.
"This better be a good idea Ozpin. They have no idea what they are getting themselves into." She thought before walking over to a police officer to question him about this.
Frank sat intently in his apartment, on his couch, drinking one of the many bottles of whisky he took from the Night Club. His Apartment...was decent, to say the least. Food cans, and beer bottles were spread all over the place. Next to his TV, there were crates. Some opened, some closed but they had 1 thing in common.
Guns and explosives.
On his Table, there was a rifle and some parts he needed to add to it. In his kitchen, he keeps a pistol or 2 in the cabinets. Under his bed, he keeps a loaded 12 Gauge Shotgun, 2 revolvers, and an M16.
Inside his closet, is his gun cage. Inside, there was guns lined up, all loaded and ready to be used. There were 2 sniper rifles, several Assault Rifles, A few SMGs, and 2 Machine Guns. Next to it, were pistols cabinets. All holding several different types of pistols. In One Crate in his closet, were several C4 explosives, charges, and ammo for an M-203 Grenade Launcher.
Feeling slightly tipsy from the drink, he walked over to the bathroom and opened the door. Inside, was a White Fang grunt that wanted to act tough and steal a woman purse. Needless to say, the Grunt got it easy and was knocked out by a punch to the back of his head.
The grunt was tied in a chair, blood was dripping from his mouth from the numerous punches frank already gave him. Frank slapped the grunt, who immediately woke up.
"Good morning Sunshine. Your ready to spill your guts or do I have to do it?" He asked, scaring the grunt but he remained persistent.
"I ain't telling you shit!" He said, but earned a punch from Frank. Setting down the bottle, He reached behind and grabbed a pocket knife.
"You see, once a man drinks too much alcohol, he becomes unaware of what is happening to him and around him. He can be very dangerous, especially with a knife." He caressed the blade slowly on the grunts cheek, who was now whimpering in fear.
"Tell me where Roman Torchwick is and I'll let you walk free." The last part was a lie of course.
"I-I'm N-not telling y-you anything." The grunt was now shaking, and tears were streaming down his face.
"Don't cry, show some dignity." Frank said before slicing off his index finger. The man screamed like a girl but screamed non-the-less.
"You can scream all you want. This apartment is sound proof and if any one hears you, I will unload my gun in their face. So, again. Where. Is. Roman. Torchwich?"
"I DON'T KNOW." He shouted but got his middle finger cut off. The screaming got more louder and more revolting. Frank walked out of the room and came back with a revolver.
"Have you ever played Russian Roulette?" The grunt looked at the gun, then looked back at him. "Here is the game. There is a revolver, and 1 bullet. I ask you a question and you answer it. If you don't, I pull the trigger. If you don't answer Honestly, I pull the trigger. Got it?" He put the bullet in the cylinder of the gun, spun it, and snapped it shut.
"When is the Dust Robbery taking place?" Tears are now flowing down the grunts cheek.
"I-I don't K-know." Frank pressed the Muzzle of the gun against the mans skull and squeezed the trigger.
*Click*
He pulled back the hammer of the revolver "Your running out of time."
The grunt finally snapped. "OK, OK. PLEASE STOP. The Dust robbery is tomorrow, and it is big. Very big. The time is at 7pm. That's all I know." The grunt felt the gun leave his skull.
"Thanks, but I can't let you leave." The grunt looked up.
"Wha-"
*Bang*
"I was counting on that last bullet. Sad, what a waste of a good bullet." He said before taking the body into the living room and laid it on the ground. Going into the kitchen, He got a hacksaw and began to cut off the grunt, piece by piece.
Blood getting on his shirt, the floor, and his face. He then ripped out the grunt eyes, and threw them out his window. Once cutting up the body, he put the contents in a garbage bag, and put it outside where all the other trash is. Taking out a match he lit it on fire, and walked back inside his apartment.
Once inside, he went and took a long shower, contemplating on how he would torture Roman for new information.
DONE! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, I know that some of you are already warming up to the story and that is greatly appreciated.
Also, F.Y.I, I am making Franks age 20, because of reasons unknown at this time ;). Anyways, please leave a like, Review, and a subscription for more. Later!