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3rd POV
At the mouth of the cave.
The scene opens up on the cave entrance. Water ran from deep within the cave, flowing freely outwards. After a few moments of nothing but the sound of a flowing river, a hand scraped against the cliff side before Jaune peeps over. He was still bloodied from the fight with those degenerate moonshiners. But his Aura had begone to recharge, and thus his most minor of wounds had begone to heal. He turned around and provided a hand to Trish who struggled to get up on the ledge of the cave. Damn cave was so slippery that she nearly fell into the dark pool bellow. After struggling for a few attempts she finally found her footing and was pulled into the cave. Jaune then turned to Schmidt, the man who led them here. He offered him a hand but he managed to climb up just fine. Upon standing up the three look inside. They found a hollowed-out cave that runs deeper within. As they stare into the abyss, a hollow and hot breeze blew out, carrying a stench rotten yet ripe fruit from within.
"Hmm, how homely." Trish said as she covered her nose. She then turned to the two and asked. "So what's the plan?"
"Go in, shoot, get out." Schmidt said as he removes the shotgun from his back and checks to make sure it was still in working condition.
"Well, that's a brilliant plan. Run in and shoot." Trish said as she rolled her eyes.
"Worked well the first thousand times. Or have you forgotten what we did to the krauts when we were over there." Schmidt said as he flips the barrels up.
"Right… well last I check we aren't going up against an army. So feel free to leave your American bravado of shooting everything in sight behind." Trish said as she pinches the bridge of her nose.
"Hmm, it hasn't yet failed so why stop now." Schmidt said with a hint of annoyance in his tone. The two then bicker on about how to handle their current problem meanwhile Jaune looked over at the cave. It was damp, cold, and dark. Yet gave off an aura that was strangely inviting and repulsive. As Jaune's eyes become accustomed to the dark he noticed a few things. Tribal visages, hanging further back. Only disturbed not all that long ago. A blast mark that circled the cave, identifying that not all that long ago this cave was hidden, and footmarks, with one in particular looking like it was made with a sock and the other a woman's boat. Before he could say anything, he heard it.
"Jaune, (Bump, bump.) Jaune. Where are (Bump, bump.) you? My boy, my (Bump, bump.) sweat little boy. (Bump, bump.) Where are you?. ̶̢̟̤̃͘ͅ(̴̢̜͙̝̩̞̠̫͚̞̂́̌̿́̔B̴͐̔̈́̎̇̕͝͝ͅừ̶̯̭͇̙̳̳̘̙͕̋͂͐m̴̨͙̿͊̽̌͌̿p̷̢̗̫̪͕͎̦͉̗̋̄̀,̗̼͓̩̘̆̒͜ ̶̺̝̳̾͛͑͊̇̆̊̕b̵̞̦͖̘̖͈̂̀̓̏̏̒͐̉̾̆ͅǔ̷̢̮͔͙͂͗͜m̡̧̗̺̞̗͈̜̋̿̾̅̓́͝p̵̢̳̳̞̞̪̖̠̞̓̉̄͗̚͜͝.̴̨̛̪͝)̵̨̝͖̬̺̺̝̖̽͂͆͂̍̊ͅ ̷̠͖́̉̉̂̍Ḭ̷̛͊͑̅̈́̉̀̀͝'̶̨͇̞̝̻̐̀͜m̴̨͈̙̠̱͔̺͚̑͂̀̋̈́̈́̑̾͠…̴̡͖̉͐̄̇̑̓̕̕ ̷̮̫̼̈́̏͑̆̓͗̕̕ͅs̱͎͖̳̀͋̃ͅcá̖̈́͋̀̕͝ŗ̧͉̌͗̕͠e̷̩̣̯̊̏̀̓͛̄̒͋̐͝d̷͓͖̬̫͔̰̻̀̾͂̀"
Jaune quickly got to his feet when he felt something on his shoulder. Quickly turning around he saw Schmidt. Looking fierce into the black abyss with his finger inches away from the trigger. Trish was also beside him. Holding up the pistol that Schmidt had loaned her.
"You heard that? Didn't you?" Jaune asked the both. The two give a nod much to Jaune's relief… and horror. After a few moments, Jaune gives a small gulp before pulling out his scroll. Turning on the flashlight setting, they noticed a dip in the cave. Taking the first initiative Jaune takes a first step into the cave, but not before saying; "I was hoping that was all in my head."
Play: The Dunwich Horror Soundtrack Track 04: Keep Feeding It H.P. Lovecraft Horror Music
By Cthulhu Mythos Music
The three then ventured into earth. Following the narrow gaps for what feels like an eternity. Getting closer and closer as they hear the echo's of an all too familiar voice. Jaune/Trish/Jacob, (Bump, bump.) . Jaune/Trish/Jacob. Where are (Bump, bump.) you? My boy/girl, my (Bump, bump.) sweat little boy/girl. (Bump, bump.) Where are you? (Bump, bump.) I'm… scared. "There you (Bump, bump.) are. My boy/girl. (Bump, bump.) My sweat (Bump, bump.) little (Bump, bump.) boy/girl. Oh how (Bump, bump.) I missed you. Come (Bump, bump.) give your (Bump, bump.) mother a hug."
The voice. It was distorted and gibberish for the most part. Yet undeniable it sounded like Jaune's mother, as it did for Trish. Jacob however was uncertain who the voice was or who it belonged to. They then suddenly came to a narrow gap of stalagmites. Jaune going first he had just crossed the side when there was a sudden light. He shielded his eyes to protect them. After a few moments he opened them. To which he found himself back home again. In his living room. With his mothers favorite song playing in the background.
Windmill, windmill for the land. Turn forever hand in hand. Take it all in on your stride, it is ticking, falling down. Love forever, love is freely. Turned forever, you and me. Windmill, windmill for the land. Is everybody in?
As Jaune looked around he heard a small creek and turned around with his hand on his cane ready to pull out his sword when he froze. Before him was his mother. She looked at him with quite a shock. "Dear Monty Jaune, you scared me for a moment."
Jaune blinks a few times to make sure this was no illusion. That he was truly home. As he blinks a few times, the scene changes to Trish, standing in an all to familiar farmstead kitchen. Looking around she suddenly heard the door to the back open and out walked an elderly looking woman. She was humming an old tune.
"In Dublin's fair city. Where the girls are so pretty. I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone. As she wheeled her wheelbarrow. Through streets broad and narrow Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!". Alive, alive, oh Alive, alive, oh Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"
"Mom." Trish said as she dropped her gun in utter shock.
"Oh, faith and begone. You scared little clover." Trashes mother said as she held her hand over her heart. She then notice the tears breaking free from Trish's eyes. "Oh what now little one? Has something happened? Did your brother broke your doll again?"
Trish couldn't say anything. Tears fell from her eyes and before her mother could asked she raced over and hugged her. The two embrace in the tender moment. As the scene pulls out it show's Schmidt in a house, unfamiliar to him. It was an apartment with all the pleasantries he could have gotten easily. Looking around he suddenly heard the door open and he turned with shotgun in hand. There a woman enters with a bag full of groceries. She hummed a few moments before turning around before dropping the bags in fright.
"Jesus. Jacob what are you doing?!" The woman screamed out in fright.
"Who are you?! Where the fuck am I?! And how you know my name!?" Schmidt demands.
"Oh heavens above. My baby boy. It's me. Your mother." The woman said as she held out her hand.
"My what?!" Schmidt asked as he held firm the shotgun.
"Your mother. Oh god I shouldn't have let you go to war. Those trenches ruin your mind like so many other boys." The woman said as she takes a few steps forward. She puts her hand on the tip of the gun and pushes it down. "It's alright your home now son. You can put it down. Just you and your mother with god are here."
Schmidt hesitated for a few moments before giving a deathly stare. "God has left the building. And took my mother with him."
Schmidt didn't hesitate as he blasted the woman away. The Blast could echo throughout the cave. Jaune heard it and realized something. This was all an illusion. "No. No you aren't her. You are not my mother!"
"Jaune, honey bunny. Your scaring me." Jaune's mother pleads only to be slashed by Jaune sword.
"Just stop! (Smack) You may have her face! (Smack) Have her voice (Smack) even know what she calls me! (Smack). But you (Smack) are (Smack) not (Smack) my (Smack) MOTHER!" Jaune shouted as he hacked at her before delivering the death blow. Just before the sword could even touch her it stopped mid air only for him to feel a smack across the head.
His eyes twitch and no longer was he in his own home anymore. Rather in the cave. However it seems things have changed greatly. No longer the walls, floor, and ceiling were made from rock. Rather a fleshy substance that carpeted everything. Eroding smells of ripe and rotten fruit hit his nose. He flinches from the horrendous odder before nearly tripping over an oversize vain in the ground. Before he fell he was grabbed by the collar by Schmidt.
"Ugh, where in Monty's name are we?" Jaune asked as Schmidt pulled him to his feet.
"Not sure but I reckon I don't want to know." Schmidt said as he motions to a strange yellowish zit like bubble the size of a table. Something moving just beneath the surface. Before Jaune could look further, Schmidt hands him back his sword. "And if you try that shit with your fancy sword play on me again I will let you fall."
Jaune didn't take the threat lightly but got the memo. He looked around for Trish in the dark when he spotted her. Hugging a fleshy stalagmite as she wept into it. Disturbed Jaune asked allowed. "Should… should we get her to stop?"
However, Schmidt didn't heard her. His eyes were fixated on the back wall. Among the bones that hung to the flesh wall was a young woman. Her blond hair a mess. Black boils growing over her. Her skin sagging like Schmidt's if not worse. And her right arm looking hairy. Comparable to that of a goat.
"YANG!" Schmidt shouted before rushing to her. Jaunes eyes widen at the sight of Yang. She was barley hanging on, muttering about her mother. Over, and over again. Racing over he begins helping Schmidt pull her out of the fleshing webbing that covered her. As they begin pulling a loud agonizing screech can be heard.
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Looking up there faces go wide in horror. It was an amalgamation of… faces. All smushed together in a blobish form that use to be tens if not hundreds of people. The sight was repulsive to imagine much less face to face. The Tendrils lowered to crush the two who barley managed to avoid being crushed.
"What the hell is that!?" Jaune shrieks in horror.
"No Idea, just kill it!" Schmidt shouted as he blasts an entire tendril with double odd buckshot. The creature wailed in pain… for all of five seconds when the creature's tendrils grew back. It then waved its tentacle and swatted Schmidt away like a fly.
Jaune then rushes in with his sword and shield. Slicing away at the tendrils, even managing to castrate one or two limbs. However, it kept on growing back and soon Jaune begins to tire as his Aura had barley recovered from the fight earlier. Eventually his shield was swiped away and the tendril fell. Before it slammed him to the ground, Schmidt ran in and used the rusty shotgun as a shield.
"Ugh, little fuckin help?!" Schmidt struggled to say as he feels the pressure of the weight on him.
Jaune quickly got up and sliced the tendril in half. The two then worked together, slicing and beating the tendrils in what will be a vain attempt to save Yang. Schmidt over used the shotgun before it broke when he used it like a club. He went for his pistol before recalling he gave it to Trish. Who was still hugging that stalagmite. However it seems the flesh that covered it has begone to bond to her. Merging flesh with flesh. Horrified he looked down to see the flesh had begone crawling up his own legs. In a fit of panic, he gashes and cuts at the flesh with his knife. Jaune meanwhile took the blunt of the tendrils attack. After retrieving his shield, he charged in to save Yang when he felt a tendril pulling him to the ground. He flailed like a fish out of water. But the flesh begins to cover him. He struggles to slash and cut his way free, but it was to late. The flesh held him down as it slowly covers him. all he could do is reach out desperately to Yang when a voice called out in the darkness.
"ABIGALE STOP!" the voice called out.
The flesh then retracts and Jaune could breath. While Schmidt tears the flesh from his ancles. Out of the darkness walked a haunting man. He had a goat right leg, covered in now popped boils, leaking black tar like substance, and his skin. So putrid that it looked like it would fall off. He had on a pair of glasses, now broken and barley held on as his right ear sagged lower then his left. He approached closer to the entity before caressing his hand against one of the faces. The creature seemed to let out a small chirp, and a tear.
As he strokes the monstrous creatures face Schmidt pointed his knife at him and demanded to know, "Who the fuck are you?"
"Does it matter? By the end of the hour if I'm lucky, I'll cease to be who I am." The man said in despair.
Jaune over looked there strange savior when he noticed on his collar the initials HR. "Your Henry Roads. Aren't you?"
He then turns to Jaune before giving a nod. Schmidt then recognize the man as well. "You're the one who was chained to the basement. I'd thought those moonshiners got rid of you?"
"Hmm they tried. But never underestimate a historian." The man known as Henry Roads said as he pulled a bloody native American arrowhead.
"Just what are you planning to do?" Jaune asked.
"Huh, you know I'm not quite sure myself. Maybe join her in holy union." Roads said much to the discuss of the two.
"The fuck? The hell is wrong with you!" Schmidt snapped in disgust. "That thing ain't human much less something I'd touch with a six feet pole!"
"WATCH YOUR FUCKING TOUNGE! I'VE LOVED HER SINCE WE FIRST MET IN MY CLASSROOM! SHE FOLLOWED ME OUT HERE ON THEORIES ALONE! SHE WAS SMART ENOUGH TO FIGURE OUT THE CAVES LOCATION, BRAVE ENOUGH TO ENTER THE CAVE… and unfortunate enough to… find her in here." Roads then pauses as he falls to his knees.
Black tears begin falling from his sagging eye sockets. It Jaune a few moments before realizing it. "That thing… it's your wife. Abigale?"
Roads gives a nod before faintly remarking, "She was captured by what the natives of the land referred to as, 'the earth mother.' Ezekiel Cades had found it when bartering with the Wskinnossis Mkazwi ki. It must have drove him mad as he sought to destroy it. All he did was buried it for nearly two centuries until we uncovered it. It must be a hive mind as now you can see my beloved Abigale conscious is being smothered by our mothers… heh not sure why we revere her as such… but I'd doubt I'll be conscious enough to care."
"Professor Roads… This isn't right. None of it is." Jaune pleads. "Look at her. No one should be… that. Look what it's doing to my friend."
Jaune then points to Yang who is now no longer being consumed by the entity. For the moment. "If you truly love your wife, you would let her rest."
Roads thought about it for a moment. He can still hear the creature calling out to him as his mother. But for a twinge of a moment, he could hear his wife. Crying out to him. In his delusion he thought he saw her face among hundreds. Screaming out to be free.
"Your… your right. This madness must end." He then stands up and pulls something from his inner vest pocket. A single dynamite. He then walks towards the blob as he flicks a match. Before lighting it, he then turns to Jaune. "Go… while you still have your loved ones."
He didn't have to tell Jaune twice. He turned to pull Yang off the wall but Schmidt had already beaten him to her. He was hacking away for a few moments before Jaune came in and assisted by hacking off veins and flesh on the side. They had just freed her when Jaune see's Roads being absorbed into the entity. His hand sticking out with the dynamite wick halfway down.
"We need to get out of here, NOW!" Jaune screamed out as he quickly picks up Yang piggie back style.
"Don't have to tell me twice." Schmidt said as he and Jaune raced out of the cave, but not before Schmidt grabs Trish from her tearful hugging of the stalagmite. The three ran before a loud blast can be heard and a horrific shrill can be heard echoing the cave. The cry was loud that it broke Trish free from her hallucination.
"Wha, what just… mother?" Trish looked around wondering for a few moments before recalling where she was. The cave then begins to crumble, with rocks falling down. "What the… CAVE IN!"
"We know just run!" Schmidt snaps as a rock nearly impales him.
The two with Yang on Jaune's back fled as the cave collapsed. Unaware a part of the entity was slithering behind. They raced blindly through those dark caves. Passing by a maze of tight-fitting stalagmites, treading on rough terrain, before coming across a deep sloop heading out of the cave. Schmidt and Trish quickly climbed up and dived out into the pool bellow. Jaune struggled with Yang on his back. He was just about to reach the top when something grabbed his leg. Dragged him back down with Yang Rolling behind. As he picks himself up he can see the tendril of the earth mother. It's faces smushed up against it's abhorrent flesh. Jaune could see one of the faces being Roads, moaning out in agony:
Hō̷̢̖͚̭͎͈̹̺̞̟̍̾̊̿̈́̎͂̐̓̃́̃̓̕̚͜ẅ̶̗́͂̓͒͊̓̀̎̍͜ͅ ̵̯̰͙̜̪̼̦̟̦̱͚͍̊̏͂̏͋͌̍̌̿̈́́̓̀̈́͐̊̾̓̈D̷̡̩̱̗̮̼͉̜̙̗͕̦̼̳̥̯͑͒͊͑̇́͌̀͗̿̓̉̉͑̋͆́̚̚͘͘͠ͅà̺̭̯͓̘̭͔̫̣̯͓̞̪̪͓̂̈͊̔̂̈̄̒̀̋̽͌́̿̑́̀̒̕r̷̨̡̹͇̔̈́̀̒͑̏̚̚͝͝ë̶̛̞́̇̀́̅̃̈́̽̾͒̌̇͑͛̃̕̕͠ ̴͓̮̠̘͔̳̼̠͖̬̼͇̞̗̇̆ͅÿ̷̻̼̫̱̗̘̱͂̊̔͛͐̾͌̒ͅở̴͚̟̣̭̠̩̻̩̭͇̰̹̭̖͕̰̜͈̥̺͂̈́͊͑̈́̔̀̇͋́̅̊͗̎ṵ̶̡̧̼̦͔̳̝̼̹͔̹͂̋̿̆̆̏͒́̏̀̚ ̶̨̮̗̱̺͉͇̝̻́̏̾̐̔̀̓̌́̄̎̊́̂̈́̓̓͋̓͘͝͝͝a̵̙͚̪̲̙̞͓̜͈̯̱͖̞͖̗̿̌̓͛́̌͋̀̒̈́ͅt̨̨̧̨̮̯͉̞͚͙̠̪̦̗̭̻̟̜̱̗̲̂̄͗͛̐̑̈̄͜͠͠ͅt̵̛̯͎̯͙͚̭͈͖̦͊̔̈́̃́͆̄͆́̇̑̒̀͗͋̒̀̀̑̽̚͝ą̵̧̥̼̼̗͖̫͕̬̝̭̈́̉̈̄̒̀͘ĉ̡̢̢̻̪̻͉̼̖̝̗̖̳̪̞͉͍͖͂̑͊͛͂̌̎̔͒̈̀̑͊̀͘ͅk̷͓͙̪͕͓̗̲̮͇͓̦͖̞̺̯̼̦͚͓̇̆̽̏̆͗̾̑́̾̌̿͆̔̾͝͝͝͝ͅ ̛̙̯̪̜̟͈̲͍͍̈͐̍̓͆̑̃̇̉̃̿̀͑̈́̅́͂̿͋̚ͅỷ̴̛̠̲̹̟͇̻̦̰͉̓͐̈́̽́̿̈́̒͋̈́́͋̀̐́̊̅͑̎̑̚͠ǫ̶̛̖̭͉̬̟̞͇̟̤̹̠͉͍̮̮̻͚̎̈́̿͗̈́̑͜u̴̢͙͎̟͉̿̐́̽̇͘ͅͅŗ̷̧̨̧͕̣̝̤͍͕͙̦̗͍͔̞͙̭͔̇́̅̃̈̅͜ ̷͓̳̹̿̾̓̉̌͆͊̀̑͋̚͜M̷̨̧̡̡̼̺͙̤̪̩̫̗̣̘̟͎̮͈͕̐͌̌̀̃́̊̍̓̆͠O̶̡̦͈̱͈͚͓̣͎̭̙͔̦͚͍̭͖͌̀̀̌͑͛̉̉̑T̷̡̥̭͊̋̄̍̇̍̓̀͂̉͗̀̍̀̿̓͝͝H̴̛̯̞̺̖̖̲̹̮̫̰̹̞̙̳̀̐̎͜ͅḚ̴̞̮́̅̽͘R!
It tried to drag Jaune back into the cave but he quickly grabbed a large rock and bashed it across it's face. It retreats back slightly but not before grabbing Yang by her goat arm. Jaune grabbed ahold of her other normal arm. The creature had a strong pull, and Yangs arm was slippery from the brief connection to it. As he struggled, he was losing his grip, and the cave was collapsing. If he could do nothing he and her will be stuck forever. He desperately looked around for anything to use to help. But there was nothing. He gives a gulp before looking down at Yang.
"Please… forgive me." Jaune mutters before letting go. As time slowed down the creature gave as Jaune let's go. Pausing just long enough for Jaune to pull his sword and cut Yang's right arm cleanly off.
With it gone Jaune grabbed Yang and dragged her up the slope as the Tendril struggles to go after them. Rocks fell as the cave collapsed on top of them. Jaune managed to get to the top before diving into the waters bellow. Just before he fell the tendril grabbed ahold of his boot, but he slipped out. Leaving the entity nothing as it was crushed under the stones. It was dark for a few moments, for Jaune. Floating around with no idea where he was. That's when Yang floated by. Unconscious as they sank into the mire. He can see the multiple black welts pupping in a mixture of blood and tar. Seeing her bleed heavily from her missing right arm, Jaune panic and swam to her. Dragging her to the surface where an eagerly awaiting Trish was.
"Oh thank god. I'd thought you two weren't going to make it." Trish said with some relief. However that relief turn to horror upon seeing Yang missing her hand she paused. "What the feck happened to her arm?"
"It got her. (Huff, huff) I stopped it." Jaune struggled to say as he pulled Yang from the water. He then quickly begins to tear off his sleave and making a torniquet over her stump arm. "I stopped it."
Trish was about to scold the boy when Schmidt beat him to the punch. By punching him across the face. "YOU DID WHAT!?"
Schmidt demanded in agony. Jaune held his cheek as he looked up at the bootlegger. The multiple black welts on his face had popped. His scar on his face had returned leaving behind a painful bleeding tar like smirk. He then grabs Jaune by the collar angrily spoke through sheer agonizing pain, "She lost an arm before, now she got one back. Then you fucking cut it off!"
"It grab her! I had too." Jaune replied back before Schmidt raises his hand, before he could punch Jaune he blurts out, "I can reattach her arm! The robotic one!"
Schmidt pauses for a moment before letting him go. "You better."
"Um guys… she's not breathing." Trish called out interrupting the tense moment.
"WHAT!" The two said in unison.
"She's not bleeding as much, but she ain't breathing." Trish explains causing both to go wide eyed. Before Trish could say anything, Jaune raced over to Yang.
"Yang, Yang!" Jaune shouted as he slides over to her side. The ugly scars on her face had begone to disappear as Yang's Aura returned. Even going as far as to cut off blood circulation from her now stump arm. However, her eyes still didn't open. Jaune held her in his hands before pushing aside her hair.
He used the last bit of his aura to fuel his semblance amp. However, it seems not enough so drastic measures must be taken. He has come this far to find his friends and he won't let her go that easily. He quickly opens up Yang's shirt to expose her chest and begin shifting her head and open her lips. He was about to place his one hers when Schmidt stopped her.
"Whoa, the hell you think you're doing?!" Schmidt asked with a hint of discuss and anger in his voice.
"Preforming CPR." Jaune said as he slapped Schmidt's hand away. Jaune had put his mouth on Yang and breathed air into her lungs. He then got off and begin resuscitating her.
As he does Schmidt turns to Trish and asked, "What kind of CPR is that?"
Trish gave a shrug as Jaune continued. He went back to breathing air into her lungs before resuscitating her. He was about to put his mouth on hers when Yang's eyes shot open. Feeling someone's lips on hers, Jaune pulls back to see Yangs eyes now open. He gives a wide smile successfully resuscitation her. He was about to say something in relief, only to be punched so hard in the face that it sent flying up five feet.
"Yang!" Schmidt called out in joy as he raced over to Yang as Jaune landed in the sand behind him. "Oh thank god. For a moment… I thought."
Schmidt couldn't even speak. He was tempted to hug her but quickly pulls back. She isn't his daughter. Just a girl he promised to look after. He then offered a hand to Yang who took it, as she was helped up Schmidt remarks.
"Heh Guess that C.P.R works." Schmidt said with a small chuckle.
"… The hell C.P.R?" Yang asked as she looked down at Jaune. Trish was checking to see if the girl had broke his jaw, she did not but he was seeing stars. Anger overtook Yang as a blush overcame her. "You! Don't know who you think you are but if you ever touch my lips again I'll…"
"Woah, woah. Yang. If it weren't for him you wouldn't be here. Kid saved your life." Jacob explains as he held Yang back.
"By kissing me?!" Yang asked with red eyes.
"Apparently." Jacob said before recalling the crazy story the kid told him. While he wasn't completely convinced, he had the same glow as her. "He also knows who you are… were, before New Orleans."
Yang gave a confused look before realizing what he meant. Turning to Jaune who was helped up by Trish before asking. "Is it true? Do you know who I was?"
"… Your name, Is Yang Xiao Long. We went to school together. Your birthday is July 28th. You were assigned to team RWBY, and your half-sister Ruby was my first friend at Beacon" Jaune explains with random trivial facts about Yang's life. None of them ringed a bell except for the last one. She recalls, or what she could was a little girl and her mother's eyes. That little girl. She was her sister.
"… What were my sister's eye color?" Yang asked.
"Silver. They are silver." Jaune states as Trish helped him to his feet. Yang's eyes widen. He was right. He might actually know who she was. After a few moments of silence Trish breaks the silence.
"Well, this has all been fun. But if anything, I'd like to leave this swamp before another Earthmother pops out of the ground." Trish said as she drags Jaune with her.
"For once, I agree with a mick. I've had enough of these swamps giving me another round of trench foot." Schmidt said as he motions for Yang to follow them. Yang was a bit reluctant to follow as she was still trying to process what happened. She recalled being brought into the now collapse cave… and a voice that claims to be her mother. But nothing after. She shook her heads and followed the two.
It was a long and uncomfortably silent march back to the farmstead. Schmidt and Trish were just glad that the nightmare was over. Both enjoyed silently a well-earned smoke. Yang and Jaune however gave each other unsure glances every now and again. Both trying there hardest not to make it awkward. Jaune knew she had amnesia but it was hard to believe it. The once proud, joking and fiery girl he met at Beacon was gone. Yet he still can't help but think about the person she was. Also he ripped open her shirt and it didn't help that her shirt was wet, giving a good glimpse at her natural goods. He quickly shook those thoughts out of his head. Personally, he blamed his manger. Ever since valentine's day he has been trying to hook him up with some celebrity for publicity. Didn't help the girls he worked with would constantly fill his head with… ideas.
For Yang she was still trying to figure Jaune out. She can't help but feel she knows him from somewhere. Probably from one of the wise guys back home, but it feels… personal. He was limping with that cane but seeing the multiple cuts on his clothes and the way he carries himself he's tougher then he looks. His wealthy clothes while torn and soaked did gave her a good look under the hood. Well muscular, surprisingly handsome, and he knows who she is. However; before either could speak there is a loud honk from a horn.
"LET'S GO ALREADY!" Trish called out from a truck.
The silence broken, the two realized they were already back at the farm and lagging behind. Schmidt and Trish were in the old beat-up vehicle and were waiting for them. So, the two awkwardly made their way to the truck and got in. Schmidt at the wheel, Jaune right beside with Yang, and Trish at the window side. The car struggled to get over the muddy path but eventually they made their way to more drier patches of road and were well on their way of leaving.
As they drove along the road back to the Dunwich path, they came across five or so people. All with painful bleeding welts covering their faces. At the front was Sheriff Sprouston. What was a sight for sore eyes for Jaune didn't seem to be the case for Schmidt. His grip tightened on the wheel and clutch. Jaune was about to call out but Sherriff Sprouston spoke up, and what he said caused Jaune to sink in his seat.
"By the power of the court, I hereby put you four under arrest for assault, vandalism of private property, plans to disrepute illegal substance, and by the looks of it, vehicular theft. Leave the car now or I shall unleash the full fury of this here militia." Sherriff Sprouston shouted out as the militia points their guns at the truck.
"S-Should we get out? Explain that we aren't gin runners?" Jaune asked.
"No. Man was deep with the Carmody business." Schmidt explains with an angry undertone.
"What? No, it can't be." Jaune said.
"No, he was. I saw the man trading secrets with the Carmody's while I was in their basement." Schmidt said as he grabs the stick and set it into fifth gear.
"Of course. If he wasn't going to push prohibition, he must have gotten a cut…" Trish said as she cursed herself for not realizing sooner. But then it dawned upon her. "… Wait, what do you mean was?"
Before Jaune or Trish could ask what Schmidt was doing Yang had already noticed that infamous thousand-yard stare in Schmidt's eye. In a moment that blank stare changed to constricted crazy look. Without a second thought he slammed his foot into the gas and rammed the truck forward. Jaune, Trish then realized what he meant and screamed for him to stop what he was doing, before Yang grabbed the two and pulled them down as bullets came flying. Schmidt drove the truck right through the blockade. He didn't even stop, rather turn the truck around and ran over anyone in his way. All the passengers could do is hold their heads down as the screams of pleading of those the Sheriff had brought slowly died down after five painful minutes of bones crushed, head's popped, and limbs mutilated. All while Schmidt whistled happily hail Columbia as he brutally killed them all.
After a few moments he place on the breaks before exiting the car. Leaving the door open he looked around before spotting a big log to the side. Picking it up he walked away while still whistling. Jaune peeps his head out from under the truck's dashboard. His eyes widen in utter shock seeing what was originally five guy's armed with rifles, now spewed about the place in a tangled mesh of broken bone, fleshy splats, and gurgling chest. The sight was sickening to see, till he looked in the side window. Their Schmidt approached sheriff Sprouston. He begged in vain for his life, as he tried to crawl away with mangled legs. As he begs Schmidt crushed his leg before lifting up the tree branch and begin swinging at his head. Jaune was about to get out to stop him, when Yang stopped Jaune from leaving.
"Don't. Trust me, if anything, it's therapeutic." Yang warned.
"Therapeutic?! Man ran over six guys and gets out to beat the last one!" Trish hiss as she can still hear the gooey sound of the brains mixed with blood hitting the dirt.
"He fought in the great war. What ever happened, caused him to snap. If he doesn't indulge this, he will either release it at a bad time. And he doesn't like doing it around little sis." Yang explains thoroughly as she shudders about the time, he nearly tossed a waiter off the ledge of the Highrise restaurant for mocking Abigale. Instead, he waited till later when tracking a man who forgot to pay his 'protection.' That ended bloodier then needed.
"So, he has PTSD, great as if that psychopath needs that baggage as well. If that thing in the caves wasn't terrifying enough." Jaune remarks before realizing something. "Wait… Yang, who's little sis?"
"She's my daughter." Schmidt remarks, spooking Jaune who moved to the side. Schmidt, was now covered in blood and bit's of brain over his raggedy clothes. He simply grabbed a rag from within the glove box and calmly wipe his face and tossing it onto the dirt road. As he cleans himself, he continued explaining. "She's the only good thing in this world, And I'll be damned five times before she grows up in a world as cruel as ours, space boy. Do remember that if you or Ms. Clover here have any ideas of telling police about our business here."
He gave Jaune and Trish a dead eye glance. Trish got the memo quickly and simply didn't bother to stare back. All those tough guys do the same thing and at this point she's use to it. However, those dead serious eyes terrified Jaune. He remained quiet before giving a scared nod. Schmidt gave a cheeky smile before starting the truck up, and driving away. The truck remained quiet for a few moments before Schmidt reaches for the radio. Arkham's a long way, so he might as well put on music. He changed a few stations before finding one song he hadn't heard before. It was an interesting tune and he couldn't help but tap his hand to it. The view pulls away from the mad grin and out one of the many bullet holes in the window. On the front grate was infectants wrapped around it. The car drove off into the sunset as the view goes black.
Play 'Don't mess with Jim' by Jim Croce
The music of a guitar can be heard as the scene opens up on the foggy swamp. Bullfrogs and bugs can be heard humming and buzzing along to the tune of Jim Croce. Just then a figure who's face and body hidden by an oversize trench coat and the swampy fog can be seen within the fog stumming a guitar.
Uptown got it's hustlers
The bowery got it's bums
42nd street got big Jim walker
He's a pool shootin' son of a gun
Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can come
But he stronger than a country hoss
And when the bad folks all get together at night
You know they all call big Jim boss, just because
And they say
As he sings the view pulls to the side where the firefly's show an image of a truck driving off. In it four induvial sat as they drove down the Dunwich path back to Arkham.
You don't tug on superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off that old lone ranger
And you don't mess around with Jim
The Fireflys then show Jaune at a rental stand. Talking with the owner as he writes a check. As he does the wood upon the tree twisted and turn to show the following words beside it:
(Lewis Sarget as Jaune Arc)
Well outta south Alabama came a country boy
He say I'm lookin' for a man named Jim
I am a pool shootin' boy
My name Willie McCoy
But down home they call me slim
Yeah I'm lookin' for the king of 42nd street
He drivin' a drop top cadillac
Last week he took all my money
And it may sound funny
But I come to get my money back
And everybody say Jack don't you know
The Fireflys then disperse as the view pulls upon a few bullfrogs they chirped along to the track as something moved underneath the murk and mire. As the outer most bullfrog moves to catch a nearby dragonfly with it's tongue. A long finger tendril shot out of the water and dragged it down into the mirth.
And you don't tug on superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off that old lone ranger
And you don't mess around with Jim
As blood floated upward, mixing with the box it revealed a bloody image of Yang on a bar stool. Her memories of that cave returning to her, and finding comfort in expensive wine. Whiskey only brought back the memories. Beside her was some words written in bog.
(Alice Terry as Yang Xiao Long)
Well a hush fell over the pool room
Jimmy come boppin' in off the street
And when the cuttin' were done
The only part that wasn't bloody
Was the soles of the big man's feet
Yeah he were cut in in bout a hundred places
And he were shot in a couple more
And you better believe
They sung a different kind of story
When big Jim hit the floor now they say
The Scene then moves to a deer. Eating grass on the edge of the fog. It ate the grass. Something fell and hit its head. It shook its head before looking up to see a body swinging from the vines. Blood flowed from its lynch body before the dear heard a snapping of a twig in the distance. It flinches before scuttling away. As it ducks behind a treelined a haunting howl can be heard before blood splatters a nearby sign.
You don't tug on superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off that old lone ranger
And you don't mess around with slim
The sign is a no swimming, but the blood mixture gave it the appearance of Schmidt and Trish talking at a speak easy. Comparing notes of their lives. As they silently talked about their lives, the blood covered the sign spelling out the following.
(Gloria Swanson as Trish Clover)
and
(Buster Keaton as Jacob Schmidt)
Yeah, big Jim got his hat
Find out where it's at
And it's not hustlin' people strange to you
Even if you do got a two piece custom made pool cue
Yeah you don't tug on superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off the old lone ranger
And you don't mess around with slim
As the song slowly comes to an end, the stranger stops. After a few moments the mysterious guitarist fell apart. His body wiggler and wormed it's way out of the clothes, revealing nothing but bugs had stuffed the suit. They slithered, crawled, and climbed into the dirt and water, leaving nothing behind but dirty clothes and an old banjo as the scene goes dark.
Hello everybody, Wombag 1786 here.
Well… that was disturbing. But at least it's over. It seems mothers milk whiskey production has ended… for now. Wonder how long it will take for another set of archeologists to come around looking for Cade's rest… or the missing Professor. And what about Yang? I wonder how Yang would have reacted to the goat arm. (Granted she ain't no best girl like Pyrrha, but she is the G.O.A.T of the series.) Had she kept it. Probably have it cut off as well. I know razers were originally marketed to girls ten years prior but having a new arm again? Leave your thoughts down below if you would keep a new arm?
Any who, onto questions and comments!
From Mystical Spider: Fair, I tend prioritize quantity over quality.
Thanks for writing Mystical Spider.
From Carre: 1. No problem.
2A. Was thinking Lincoln clay from Faster Baby DLC but close enough. "AND YOU WILL KNOW MY NAME IS THE LORD WHEN I LAY MY VENGENCE UPON THEE."
2B. Hmm. I'm not familiar with it. Give me to next chapter to look into it and add it in.
3. Yeah… don't bother. Dynamite did the deed.
Thanks for writing Carre.
From ArcronDK: Thanks, as for Jaune that amp can only be used on someone with an Aura. So if he were to amp say Trish all it do at worst is give em a coffee buzz and best heal a papercut.
Thanks for writing ArcronDK.
From Crimson Weresloth: and did you know if you had killed the earth mother you would only be dealing with six injured hicks instead of 30? Well now you do.
Thanks for writing Crimson Weresloth.
From :
Thanks for writing.
Now I sadly have to stop writing for now. Summer heat proving to much and my job is slowing down my word count. I also have another story that I'm neglecting for some time and I should get back to. So I'll pick up the next chapter come October 31st. Till my return please fav and fol the story. Leave a comment down bellow. This is Wombag1786 signing off.
At a Mottle, somewhere on the outskirts of Arkham.
The view opens up on a small room. Inside, Jaune was messaging his bad leg while thinking about what had happened. Yang, not only did she have amnesia but joined the goddamn Mafia. He had heard about these people along the grape vines. They are no better than Torchwick and just as brutal as Neo. Schmidt, intimidates Jaune for the most part. He ain't no Neo but he definitely had his own flair of insanity. As he was trying to figure out how to convince her to leave, he suddenly felt a twinge of pain in his eye before feeling a raging headache. He can suddenly hear it. In the back of his head. The Earth Mother.
"Jaune, (Bump, bump.) Jaune. Where are (Bump, bump.) you? My boy, my (Bump, bump.) sweat little boy. (Bump, bump.) Where are you? (Bump, bump.)
He lets out an agonizing moan as he clutches his head for comfort. Suddenly his eyes turn to a nearby mirror. There he saw himself once more in his old Beacon days clothes. Wearing that Pallid mask. The figure mimics his moments for a few moments before suddenly latching out of the mirror. Grabbing Jaune by the neck. He could not breath as the alternate version of himself walks out of the mirror and pushes him to the center as he strangles Jaune. He gasped for air as his vain attempts to break free. Just then there came a knock on the door, and Jaune's eyes turn to it. He looked back to find nobody there, but himself. Choking on his own hands. He frantically looked around as he tried to figure out if he was attacked or it was all in his head. However, the consecutive knocking regain is focus. Standing up straight he shuffles to the door.
"Who's there?" Jaune calls out.
"It's me, Johnny." Yang replied.
"Jaune, not John." Jaune corrected before opening the door to find Yang in a silk nightgown.
She didn't need to wear a glove over her right, as Jaune had yet to reinstall her right arm. However he froze upon seeing her. She had nothing under but a thing pair of undergarments. In the sway of may spring night. It fitted a bit to snug to the point that he could see her teats poking out.
Rolling her eyes from Jaune's expression Yang asked sarcastically, "Can I come in or would you prefer to undress me out here?"
"Hmm? Oooohhh um sorry. Please come in." Jaune said in a fluster as he steps aside to let her in. Once in, Jaune closed the door before turning to her. "So… what can I do for you?"
"Information, Jaune." Yang said as she looks at herself in the mirror. She looks grimily at her arm before grabbing Jaune's cane. "Schmidt told me that you know who I was… about years back."
"You mean two years." Jaune corrected only to given a strange look.
"No a year. Earliest memory was waking up on the banks of the Mississippi outside New Orleans." Yang explains. "Huh, I woke up in New York two years ago. Strange." Jaune said as he scratches under his chin. "Um well what do you want to know."
"Everything. Start from the beginning." Yang said as she sat down beside Jaune on the bed.
Jaune gives a small chuckle. Not sure where to be begin. He then started at the beginning. How he and her went to a School called Beacon. A school that dedicates it's students in fighting against the monsters known as Grimm. He explains about the world of Remnant to fill in the gaps, Dust, Aura's, and Faunas. Yang listens with intently specially whenever he mentions her sister. She was surprise to learning it was only her half but none the less blood sister. She held her arm when she heard about how an organization known as the WF lead by a man name Adam Taurus took her arm but reveal in knowing that her partner a girl who was also a Faunas name Blake as well as herself took him down. He never saw it, but the implication was there. As he finishes up with them finding themselves in a strange ruin in the middle of nowhere.
"And when I woke up, I was in this dingy club where I made my bones as a singer. All while looking for you guys." Jaune finishes.
"Huh. You crippled yourself and I lost my memories. Talk about drawing the shorter straw." Yang remarks.
"Hmm. Though I'm a bit worried about the rest. Can't imagine what they went through after those ruins." Jaune said as he leans back.
"Yeah… so to retract. I have a sister?" Yang asked.
"Half-sister but yeah." Jaune explains as he thinks back nostalgically. "She was my first friend on Beacon. Gave me some really good advice about leading my team."
"What was she like?" Yang asked.
"Always did the right thing. Brave. Encouraging… fearless. She was someone who wanted to make the world a better place. Be the hero." Jaune explains as he remembers back to the early days of Beacon. "(Sigh) Monty Almighty… what I'd give to go back to the days. When things were simpler, that all we had to worry about, was each other."
"Hmm, perhaps I can help with that." Yang remarks before grabbing Jaune with her one hand. Before Jaune could ask he felt Yang's lips against his. He gave a perplex look before suddenly he felt her lips against his. The absolute shock caught him off guard. By the time his brain registered what had happened he was on his back and Yang's nightgown was pulled down to reveal one of her breast. She pulls back and was about to remove Jaune's pants when he stopped her.
"WHOA, WHOA, WHOA! Y-You can't just…" Before Jaune could continue Yang placed her hand against his lips.
"Shhhhh… look. I need this big boy. It's been a long day. That thing… whatever it was, it was in my head. I could… feel myself forgetting. Forgetting everything and become one with it." Yang explains as she proceeded to undo Jaunes pant's pulling it down to reveal a surprisingly 6-foot pecker underneath. "I already have forgotten everything, and what few memories I have from this past year… well, the thought losing them… terrifies me."
She then begins playing with Jaunes cock. Moving up and down the shaft with her hand. Jaune could feel himself get hard but he was having trouble deciding. This was after all wrong. Yang… she was with Blake. This is cheating and if he didn't say anything he would be no better than those scumbags. However, before he could stop it, Yang leans forward and said in a terrified tone. "Please… let me. I need this. To feel human. Just for tonight. I can hear her still."
Jaune goes silent. He too can still hear the pounding of a heart beat in the back of his head. And in the corner of his eye, he can see that nightmarish version of himself in the Pallid mask. Being on edge with the way that Yang was yanking his dick didn't help. She was wrong though; she did need this as did him. They both did. So with a single thought of regret, he gave in. Grabbing Yang by her arm and shifting on top. He pressed his lips against hers.
The two kissed patiently as Jaune slide his pecker between Yang's cunt and he panties. Lubricating Jaunes cock. However, before Jaune could penetrate Yang pushes him back and now was on top of him. She removes her nightgown tossing it aside. As she does Jaune removes his shirt exposing his well muscular tone body. Yang blushing at these leans back and puts her mouth around Jaune's cock. Jaune could only moan with ecstasy as she sucked him off. She did this for a few minutes before Jaune could feel himself slipping.
By now he wanted to be on top. He grabs Yang by the head. Felling her soft hair coursing through her fingers. He pulled Yang off his cock and pushed her to mattress. It was easy seeing she was one handed, before Yang could react, she felt him inserting his massive cock into her cunt. He begins pounding her doggie style. Holding her head to the mattress as he revenges her.
Yang pants with pleasure. She had never in all she could remember ever had such intimacy love making before. She wasn't quite sure if she was a virgin. But damn would she let pretty boy have his way. As he thrusted himself into her, she managed to roll out and push Jaune off the bed with herself. Now on the ground with her on top. She presses herself down on Jaune's face with her tits. If her hair was her pride then have the world's most perfect bosom would be her second point. She forced him to suck on her tits as he struggles to reassort his cock back into her. He was being smothered by her and was enjoying every moment. As Yang leans back to moan, Jaune rolled her over onto her back. Still sucking on her tits but now pressing Yang's legs behind her back as he pounded her cunt with twice the amount of force.
Yang moans loudly. As Jaune struggles to fuck her and suck on her enormous tits. Eventually he stopped as he and Yang begin to quiver with great hormonal ecstasy. Yang moans out in pleasure as Jaune quickly retracts. Unloading on Yang's stomach before collapsing in exhaustion onto her massive tits. The two huffed in a mixture of ecstasy, sweat, and exhaustion. Jaune couldn't believe what he had done while Yang was all too unaware what she had done. They sat there for a minute. Not sure what to do next till Yang asked.
"Huff… huff… round two… huff, huff, Jaune?" Yang asked with a lustful grin.
Jaune looked at her in her beautiful lilac eyes. He wasn't sure if he should continue before looking up to see himself in that Pallid mask and the beating of an inhuman heartbeat in the back of his head. Somehow in there lovemaking he managed to push them out for a time. He was sick of them and so with great enthusiasm he turned Yang on her back and inserted a reharden cock back into her cunt. As the two went at it again the scene pulls down, moving from a shabby hotel to an alleyway in some far away land.
In the dark of night, near the Black Sea… February 4th 1925
The scene opens up on in some middle eastern Market place. In the dead of night under a clear crescent moon. Suddenly there was a series of gun shots that ranged out. A man with a red fez ran through the streets. Protected by his entourage. Gun shots were traded by these men and three unknown induvial. As they ran a gunshot hits one of the men who was carrying a bag with some kind of statue piece who falls to the ground. The young man in the blood red fez turned around to grab that bag. As he does the bleeding man snaps saying; "Git, onları oynayacağım!"
He didn't say anything. Just grabbed the bag and raced away under a hail of gun fire. As he does the injured man turns and opens fire as he mutters, "Derisiz olan bana güç versin."
A man turns the corner with a Webley revolver only to be shot by the down man. He falls back before opening fire on him. An Anglo accented voice then calls out, "Just give up! We found your hideout in the Shunned Mosque!"
"Fuck you English!" The man shouted in a thick accent as he blindly fires at the corner. Suddenly something ran out and he shot the figure only for it to turn into mist. Before he could question it, he felt something grab him by the back of his head. A woman with piercing cat like eyes stood above him. Suddenly he was slammed to the ground as ten British soldiers and a few british civilians quickly apprehend him.
"Ugh, too late! He should be on the next train to London. The Skinless one's will be done!" The man screams out only to be kicked across the face.
"Ah shut it, fuckin asshole." A scotish said as an elderly man takes a step back beside the girl. In the pale moonlight it's revealed to be Blake and FEB. Both wearing civilian clothes. As the group of British officers dragged the man away one turns to Blake.
"Thanks for the assist, but that fellow with the Fez still has the Sedefkar Simulacrum." The British officer explained to which Blake nods before holding up a note.
"They won't get far." It read before Blake raced down the road. FEB struggling to follow. With her Faunas advance hearing she was able to track the sound of the cultist footprints through the ancient cobblestone streets. Eventually they came to an opening in the streets. There they see the cultist racing onboard a train. The whistle of the powerful locomotive can be heard as the train begins leaving.
"(Huff, huff) Oh you got to be fucking kidding me. (Huff, huff)" FEB said as he struggles to catch his breath. However Blake was undeterred.
Grabbing FEB by his hand she yanked him to the station as the train was leaving it. Racing up behind it she threw him and herself toward the train. Missing by a few inches, but with a well place earth dust and her semblance, they jumped on the back rail of the train without any problems… well, for the most part.
"Jesus Fucking Cunt's name girl. I ain't cut out for this spy shite much less you doing your witchy shit." FEB complains as he leans on the railing as the train chugs along. "Going to give me a heart attack one of these days!"
Blake rolled her eyes before checking the caboose. Sure, enough there was nobody and she motions for FEB to enter. He reluctantly does so curse a storm about British prick, and Turkish dicks, and god being a cruel Cunt as he enters the Caboose. Blake was about to follow when her eyes turned to the city on seven hills. She can see Hagia Sophia in the distance, under the Crescent moon. As she looks on music begins to play.
Play Istanbul (Not Constantinople) By They Might Be Giants
Blake hears FEB calling out to her and sure enough she follows. Just as she closes the door, the Crescent moon suddenly shifts to form a toothy mad smile. As eye's open above Giggling as though pieces of a game had moved into the exact right position. The scene goes dark before a comic book falls on top of the previous one.
It depicts Blake and Nora. Back-to-back with their weapons drawn. A foggy mist enveloped the car. With figures hidden within. One unknown man stood within view of them, revealing he is completely flayed from head to toe. To the side character Bubbles made from Train tracks and Title sequence made from a train map reads as follow:
RWBY Noir
Horror Aboard the Orient Express.
STARING
Nora Valkyrie: The Face of the third Republic
Jobert Carren: French Hero
Blake Belladonna: Churchills Black Cat
F.E.B: The Drunk Preacher