RWBY Noir

by Wombag1786

"The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its content." In 1919, the world has seen the horrors of the great war come to an end, yet forces behind the vale of sanity work and worm into the booming new world. Thankfully, humanity will not be alone in this madness. Though Madness, may prove to be a Blessing then Sanity.

66. The Chill of the Past Ch3

I don't own RWBY or Call of Cthulhu

Inside the Schnee Manner, Atlas

Nearly a decade ago (5,476-ish days prior to Amidst The Ancient Tree's)

3rd POV

In the Schnee manner, a cold blizzard envelops the scene. Nearly blurring the silhouette of the illustrious Schnee Manner. Yet nothing as cold as the atmosphere within the house. The sound of a loud argument can be heard echoing down the halls within the large mansion walls. Within the near empty manner, two voices can be heard bickering, there is a moment of brief uproar as a door open before going silent. The door then shuts to reveal a bolding middle age dwarf of a man walking out of the room where the voices can be heard bickering. In his arms was a little girl with platinum white hair. She seems to be teary eyed as he carried her off to her room.

"I'm sorry about that Ms. Schnee. I'm sure they will apologize for ruining your special day."

The little girl looked up with tears in her eyes "(Sniff) did they have to argue... (Sniff) on my birthday?"

"... (Sigh) I don't know why... perhaps it wasn't intentional." The butler said trying to cheer up the little girl, revealed to be Weiss. Weiss then returns to crying into her trusted butlers arms as he carried her down the hall. He then enters Weiss room, setting her down on her bed before helping her into her pajamas as he tucks her in, as he does Weiss speaks to her faithful butler.

"Klein... can you read me a story?" Weiss asked with a tear stained face.

"Of course." Klein said as he heads to her shelf. Hmming a sweet tone as he picked out a book on fairytales before returning to Weiss bedside. "What will it be tonight? The Warrior of the woods, the Shallow Sea, The Indecisive King?"

"Tell me a story, I haven't heard before." Weiss said from under her sheets.

"Of course... Hmm, no your mother would have words with me if she learn I read you, The Grimm Child... No I've read you the Hunters Children. Oh... Hello, not sure what this one about." Klein said as he pauses on a story.

"What?" Weiss asked with a raised brow.

"Alone against the Frost. Hmm must be a new addition; I've don't ever recall hearing this story as part of the Fairy Tales serries." Klein remarks as he flips through the story.

With some interest from Klein not knowing about the story himself, Weiss insist upon it. "Can you please read it to me Klein? Please."

"Oh... oh alright." Klein said as he puts on his reading glasses and clears his throat.

"In the cold north, where few who dare to venture, lies a great sea of white. A sea that stretches for miles and miles. A plateau of snow that in the briefest of summers is said to reflect the sun back to the sky. But despite the barren landscape it is home to a terrible secret. One that is guarded by the few who learn it. One who did, was a professor from the Kingdom of Mantal. She did not speak of what happened upon that journey, the one that frostbite had claimed her legs and the members of her expedition. Yet before her disappearance, she made a confession that this tale is based about." Klein read aloud, admittedly he was unsure if he should continue. Last thing he wants is to give the young Weiss a nightmare on her birthday that had been already spoiled by her parents arguing. Yet when he turned to Weiss she seemed strangely intrigued.

"Please continue." Weiss murmurs with interest. Klein, obliges but reads a bit slower.

"It began thirteen in Vulture years. The young Professor had made a thrilling discovery and traced it back to the far north. Wishing to prove her theories she brought two students and a powerful Huntress. Taking a boat along an icy river they soon departs into the great white void. The journey over the course of days helmed with the discovery that the professor was looking for. A frozen temple buried beneath a stone protrusion that was in the shape of a Lizard." Klein continue to read. Earning a giggle from Weiss.

"Heh, heh, A lizard stone?" Weiss giggled.

"Heh, yes quite ridiculous." Klein said with his mustache raised due a smile.

"Entering the cave, they found the temples walls were aligned with strange runes. Carved into the ice. Words that like the ice they were carved into... would have been better if it had melted away in the summer heat." Klein pauses for a moment as he wasn't sure where this story was going. But he quickly retraces his thoughts before reading more. "As the professor tried to translate, she failed to notice her two young students venturing further into the cave. Where they soon discovered that the hidden and forgotten temple of the forgotten... god, wasn't so forgotten."

"What happened next?" Weiss asked with interest. Klein however began to wonder if perhaps he should have read the Grimm Child instead. Least that way he could change the source material to be less terrifying.

"The Cave, held dangers most Huntsmen are blessed to never deal with. Those who lost their minds to the howling calls of Avaloth." Klein read before looking up at Weiss. "Um... I think we may want to change the story Ms. Schnee. Not sure if this one is... age appropriate."

"Please continue. I want to know what happens next." Weiss pleaded. She then gave her best puppy dog eyes though that wouldn't work on the old butler. He however wasn't sure what to do, as if this story gave Weiss nightmares, then her mother would be furious. If he refuses then Weiss would be distraught and then her mother would be more furious. Damned if he does, damned if he didn't. Taking a gulp, he returned to the page he left and continue reading where he last left off.

"Hairy men, rabid women, even feral Faunas roamed the caves. All worshiping the one that walks on wind. It found the two and brought them deeper into the ruins. Praising over and over for the cold one to return and except it's prize. The Professor, so feverishly caught up in her research realized her students were missing and with the aid of their guide raced down to save her two students." Klein reads aloud. Letting out a small sigh as at least this story is looking to be less terrifying then expected. Till he flipped the page. "Down there in the cave they found their students bound inside a wicker man, made of frozen timber and old fossilized antlers. The wild ones chanting manically and fanatically around it as the sun begins to set and the cold frost blew south. With the northern most wind came a howl that even now haunts the mind of the professor for years hence."

"What happened next?" Weiss asked, with continue interest in the story.

Klein begins to stammer as he had no idea if he can continue. That was till his phone rang. It was Jacques, ordering Klein back to pick up the mess made in the dining room. He was furious, loud enough that Weiss though only in pieces could hear her father's angry voice.

"Yes... Yes... I understand... (Sigh) very well sir." Klein said on the phone before hanging up. "I'm sorry Ms. Schnee. I'm afraid this is where the story must end."

"Awww. but I want to know how it ends." Weiss pouts as Klein turns off the light and tucks her back in.

"I know, tell you what. Tomorrow I'll finish the story over your favorite breakfast. I believe your sister will be returning from Combat school, maybe she will help me read it to you."

This got Weiss to calm down a bit, but she still wanted to hear the rest of the story. Kleiss then wished her good night before leaving the room. After a few moments, Weiss slowly and silently crept out of her bed and retrieved the book from her bedside nightstand. She pulled a little flashlight and tried to read the story herself.

"The, strong Huntsman drew, the atten-tion away from the wicker man. Letting the Professor save, her s-s-s-students. Racing away, with the Huntsmen voice echoing behind them, they made out of that ruin, where it lied in wait. Ava-loth, the god of the far north was waiting for them." Weiss struggled to read under her covers as she turned the page to see such a ghastly image of a horrifical malnourished bone-ish fiend. Beyond detail with the exception of it's height, shown to be grabbing ahold of one of the students as it stared down at his face that was frozen in fear. Those horrible red hate filled eyes.

As Weiss looks at the illustration with fear she heard a tapping at her window. She freezes with fear as she turned off the lights and hid deeper under her covers. As she trembles with terror, she kept hearing the tapping of the window. As the tapping begin to feel reputative did she found the strength to look. Out from under the covers she turns her flashlight on at the window where she sees, the potted evergreen on her balcony tapping against the window due to the hard wind. Weiss let's out a small sigh as she comes out of the covers, only to have a large and imposing figure beside her bed, making it's presence known to her. She let's out a horrifying scream as it's large hand wraps itself around her, the last thing she saw was those hate filled red eyes!

In the Seirra Nevada's, along the Donnor Pass, California

Weiss suddenly springs up, cold sweat running down her temple as she vividly recalls her childhood. The nightmare from that story. As she felt her head trying to massage her sore head, her hand tugged on something. Looking down it seems she was chained to a table by her only hand. The manacles jingled for a few moments before voice from the other end caught her attention.

"You're awake… good." A familiar voice spoke. Looking up, Weiss sees Agent Winchester pulling out a cigarette. "Now… shall we continue on with our previous conversation?"

"You can't do this." Weiss spoke sharply as she looked around the room. She was still in the Fourgon, with no sign of her compatriots. In the room was another Pinkerton Agent who seemed to be sporting a fresh black eye. "You have no right to arrest me or withhold me from any counseling."

"On the contrary, I'm a Pinkerton. Your constitutional rights can be temporary revoked." Agent Winchester said, Weiss can hear the quotation mark around her words. She seems adamant about Weiss for some reason, so Weiss, putting years of corporate negations her father put her up to, to work. Hoping to at least find a way to get out. Agent Winchester then reaches over and put down Weiss weapon on the table. "Now, I did some digging on you Ms. Schnee. Came over from Australia, built a reputation as an economic wizard, philanthropist, and collection of arts as of recently, but besides that you seem to be lacking a birth certificate that was not recently updated or proof of birth prior… and this weapon you carry with you is rather… unique."

"If that is all this is about, I can assure you that my personal life does not qualify for much to be arrested. My original certificate was destroyed in the San Francisco earthquake. Along with my parents. I was then taken to Australia to live with my uncle whom sadly passed away in the same car crash that took my arm. Now as for my unique armament it's a family relic that had multiple mechanical modification over the centuries. I keep it for more ceremonial and sentimental reasons." Weiss challenges as she stares back in Agent Winchester without a flutter in her voice.

"Hmm, and this?" Agent Winchester asked as she puts down a dust round she had removed from Weiss Myrtenaster. "I've never seen such a thing in my career as a Pinkerton or while in the military."

"Well as you said, I am a philanthropist. I have connections with groups who experiment with different chemicals and formulas. These happen to be unique ballistic I got from a friend out of Eagle Pass. Some rather unique stuff." Weiss said nonchalantly to hide her lie. "I could give you his information if it helps my case but he isn't a fan of Government officials… can't see why."

"Hmm, yes Texas boys being rebels even after the loss… then how come one of these cartages have Cryonics ability? Given what had happened and the company you keep surely one could look at this suspiciously. Doesn't help that not a day later you broke into a locked off section of the train… which I believe trespassing is an arrestable offense." Agent Winchester points out rather aggressively, hoping to push Weiss into making a mistake. However calmly Weiss replies back.

"Yes, I suppose so, but may I remind you that it was you who shot your fellow agent and while I will confess to heading back to storage it was nearly out of curiosity and not out of malice. Worst being a fine of $5.64 or more. Something I can pay off. As to my friend, I'd done my research on her and any bounties or warrants she garnered. All had expired beyond your ability to prosecute. Now are you done? I'd like to leave before these chains cut into my wrist." Weiss said calmly. This of course annoyed Agent Winchester who slammed her hands down on the table.

"Ok, rich girl. Let's be frank here. You've been an enigma since I've met you in the auction hall. And I hate mysteries." Agent Winchester cursed.

"Yet here you are as a detective, must have been some big shoes to fit for you to be so officiant at a job you hate." Weiss quips, to which Agent Winchester was about to strike Weiss only for her to add. "Assaulting me, even in the confines of the law is a lawsuit waiting to happen, and I have some really expensive lawyers who'd love to take the credit of taking your badge."

Agent Winchester pauses before sitting back down. "Christ… you are a piece of work you know that kid? Swear I'm start to get what's it like to be Thomas…"

Winchester then freezes her eyes widened as though she had a moment of clarity. Looking at the weapon, the colorful yet strange hair and name, as well as a rather debilitating scar, a thought came to her mind. Smiling she motions to a nearby Pinkerton. Whispering into his ear, he gives a solid nod before leaving. Taking a drag from her cigarette she asked a question that broke Weiss's stoic business-like expression.

"Tell me… do you know, Ruby Rose?" Agent Winchester asked earning a gasp from Weiss.

"I… I… don't know what your talking about." Weiss stutters as she regains her composure.

"Black hair with red highlights. Love's wearing a red trench coat with a hood, surprisingly quick for a girl with one silver eye, seems to be surprisingly adapt at firearms, oh, and a bit of a dolt if I'm being honest." Agent Winchester said as she takes another drag. By now it was blatantly clear on Weiss face knew who Maria was talking about. It's been three years since she had heard a peep about her friends, let alone her partner from Beacon. No amount of business savvy could keep her together. Maria who was enjoying the look on Weiss face smirked as she let's out the smoke, remarking allowed. "I'll take that as a yes."

"Where is she?" Weiss demanded.

"Hmmm, no I'm sorry but I don't think that's any of your concern. But I assure you she's safe." Agent Winchester said with a smile. "Course I know where she is… but I might inform you. Maybe even give you an address… but of course as you know very well. Nothing comes for free."

Weiss then gives Agent Winchester a dirty stare. She'd called this blackmail but given the situation this wouldn't hold up in any court. Begrudgingly she asked; "What do you want, Ms. Winchester."

"It's 'Agent' Winchester, Ms. Schnee. Try and remember that." Agent Winchester said with a smug look as she leans back in her chair. "See, as I'm sure you surmised. The knife that my party was transferring was stolen. No way we can return empty handed and there is no real answer to what happened as of now. So… when we arrive in Reno. I'll be turning you three into the authorities. You of course will be charged with the theft and destruction of the artifact, or… you could confess that it was your Mexican friend that she coerce you and Mr. Philips. After all, she's still has a few judges pining for her arrest in certain counties. In exchange for your testimony, I'll make sure you get a leniency deal, maybe a few days in the county jail with a hefty fee upon release. But, I'm sure to arrange a pickup with Ms. Rose. She might be interested in seeing what company her friend keeps."

Weiss then realized the angle she was put into. Forgetting this was actual coercion, she knew this woman was playing her into a prisoner's dilemma, but the fact she described Ruby to perfectly she was considering the risk. As she contemplated her actions Agent Winchester then stands up discarding her cigarette stump on the ground before smothering it.

"I'll let you think on it, but don't take too long. Knowing that old outlaw I'm sure she'd throw you under the train to save her own raw hide." Agent Winchester said before taking her leave with her fellow Pinkertons. Making sure to take Weiss's Myrtenaster with her. All Weiss could do is stare daggers into that women's back as she had her grunt slam the door shut.

Weiss was now alone in the train's fourgon. Waiting for the Pinkertons to return. Perhaps they wanted to sweat her out, make her uncomfortable with the process that she would go to jail. Like she was some scare daddy's girl. She waited patiently, carefully evaluating her words so that she could convinced, in her opinion overzealous security guards. An unknown time passed and the wait begins to take a toll on her as they seem to take their time. At least two hours had passed, if she had to guess. Her watch was broken, undoubtedly when she was clubbed over the head so she couldn't tell. As she sat there trying to find a way to remind comfortable, she let her eyes wander for a few moments before the train shook rather violently.

"What the heavens?" Weiss said as she held the table. Just then came another violent shake, nearly throwing her to the ground with the table. "What's going on?!"

Then lastly another violent shake sent Weiss and the table flying back, hitting the wall and rending her unconscious for only a few moments. When she awakes, she groans as she held her head in pain.

"Ugh, must this trip leave me concussed." Weiss groans as she tried touching her head with her left hand only to recall she no longer had one. She goes to try and use her right arm only to find it pinned under the luggage. "… damn it."

As she struggles to break her hand free, she heard something. It was faint but she could have sworn she heard something. That's when the door opens, Weiss was about to call out when she heard the mysterious figures voice. It sounded raggedy and hoarse. Not as though they suffered a tumble like Weiss did but almost as though he was suffering from some kind of long-term strep throat. Yet despite the harshness of the huffing, it spoke a familiar words that made Weiss's spine tingle in fear.

"L'vulgtmah, l' vulgtmah… mgfm'latghnah, hnah… Avaloth." The voice chants in that harsh raggedy breath as it was over stepped by the sound of bear pattered feet on the wooden floor of the fourgon. Weiss held her breath as the figure seemed to be moving about, sniffing the air as it repeats the line, almost as if it were a prayer.

Looking through a small crack between her and the figure Weiss sees a naked man his body was coated in mud, filth, hair, and blood. He looked like a savage caveman… smelled like one as well. Under that Grotesk amount of filth however were signs of extreme tissue deterioration. His fingers were blacked from frostbite, painful scars indicating struggle against all manner of creatures lined his body, and like the Pinkerton from the other night multiple icicles protruding from the body. As it continues to mumbles like a mad man, Weiss held still. Unsure on what to do. That's when he felt it. The figure cold toenail pressing against her hand. She freezes not only in terror but also disgust as that toenail was long, sharp, and disgusting. Made her skin crawl. The wild man stops to sniff the air, it smelled something. Something pleasant.

Weiss held very still as it smelled the air, for a tense few moments she dared not breath. It groans out a low grunt before walking away. Once out of the Fourgon Weiss lets out a small sigh before going back to trying to free her hand from the pinned luggage. After a few attempts with her stump hand she successfully managed to pull her hand free. Looking at it, the violent shake along with her aura had torn the wood from table leaving only a chain-link cuff around her wrist.

"Not ideal, but at least I can leave." Weiss mutters to herself as she looked around the room for her prosthetic. Spotting it she was about to grab it when suddenly a hand grabbed ahold of her from the darkness.

It was cold, inhospitable so. It's tightened grip were made all the worse as she felt multiple sharp icicles poking into her wrist like a porcupine. She let's out a yelp of shock from both the cold and sudden reemergence of the feral man. he pulled Weiss in, up to his eyeless face with it's mouth wide open as he tried to bite Weiss with it's jagged teeth. Acting quickly with her Aura assist she pulled herself away from the deranged wild man. Begins trying to swing its fist at her in a feral haymaker. However Weiss was used to being attacked by a feral swings of Grimm back home, course unlike those beasts this ravenous wild man was slower and clearly at a disadvantage. Her only disadvantage was that she was unarmed, but if she was patient and clever, an opportunity would arise.

And one just did. As the feral wild man tried to leap at her. Easily she side stepped the feral man as he crashes into the side door. As he stumbles to his feet Weiss used her Semblance to summon a glyph under her feet. Before he could even react, Weiss shot herself at him with a devastating kick that sent the wild man and the door itself out off and down a steep hill. Weiss fumbles back as she looks down the hill. A raging storm had overtaken the train, slowing it down to a crawl but far below seems to be a lake that had been frozen over.

She didn't look at it for long but quickly went to retrieve her prosthetic arm. She was putting it on before spotting a nearby broom. Grabbing it she smashes the end off to make a rather sharpened stick.

"When times are desperate I suppose." Weiss said before moving to coach, she'd had a feeling that Wild rapscallion wasn't the only Wild man who boarded this train.

In First Class a few minutes before.

Her gut feeling was correct. As the train slowed down to curve around Donnor Lake a sudden avalanche hit the train, shaking the locomotive nearly off the tracks. As the passengers were in a panic and the staff were trying their best to reassure them a dozen and more of these wild men ran aboard using the storm as cover. They begin killing, biting, and beating the men, and doing much the same with the women but not to the point of murder. They seemed to subdue them before violently tearing their clothes from their bodies before forcing themselves onto them. It was mass hysteria as the brutality of the attackers caught everyone off guard.

As these savages brutalized the passenger, screaming and howling their incomprehensible chant. In first class Fausta had her own problems. She was cuffed and held prisoner in her own cabin. Sporting a fresh black eye from one of the guards who took exception to her being half Mexican. She was tossed from her seat, which did nothing good for her old bones. As she slowly picked herself up she found the guard outside her cabin wasn't so lucky and snapped his neck in the crash. Plucking the keys from his body, she removed the cuffs from her wrist before taking the 38 revolver from her wardens belt. As she pulls the 38 she turn her head as she hears the sudden screams of multiple people in the next car over. She held still as she looked on at the door at the end of the hall.

In the window she can see the silhouette of multiple people throwing themselves about as they seemingly are being mauled by multiple figures who shouted and hooted in obscenity with a chant as they butcher the people on the other side of the door. "L'vulgtmah, l' vulgtmah… mgfm'latghnah, hnah… Avaloth."

Blood then splattered the window indicating that something was terribly wrong. Slowly she gets to her feet as she held out the revolver, ready to shoot whoever walks through that door first. After a tense few seconds did, she pull the hammer back, with a loud echoing click, three men burst through the door in a frenzy. Fresh blood splattered their fingernails and mouths as they raced towards the old vaquero.

Fausta, fired the first shot, hitting the first wild man in the head killing him instantly, the follow shot squared off in the shoulder of the second with a follow up in the chest taking him down. She was about to take aim at the third one, but it was already on her and had tackled her to the ground. With a loud oof, she lost her grip on the revolver as she was pinned to the ground. The wild man tried beating down on Faustas face. But she grabbed the wrists of her attacker. A mistake as the icicles poked and pierced her skin like barbwire. She lets out a yelp in anguish as the Wild man tries to beat her or bit her. Fighting through the pain she struggles to get the savage off her. As it gets closer and closer to biting off a piece of her nose. Just then he is swatted off her by an unknown figure.

Looking up Fausta saw her savior. It was Philips. He was rather beaten as the Pinkertons were known not for their gentile integration tactics. Sporting a cut lip and a bruised forehead, with his tie seemingly yanked by his collar he can be seen holding a large book that he used to whacked the wild man off Fausta. Before the wild man could get up however Philips was immediately on top of the wild man and was proceeding to beat in the savage skull in with his book.

"Fucking, fucker, fucking, CUNT, CUNT, CUNT!" Philips screams in a bout of madness as he cracks open the skull of savage. As the head of the savage was rendered nothing but a paste of skull and brains. He continues bashing the brain in, seemingly snapped till Fausta pulled him off the body.

"Tranquilo, tranquilo buen señor, he's dead. Hey!" Fausta snapped as she pulled Mr. Greyson off the body. She slapped him across the face. "Get ahold of yourself Canuck."

"I… I… sorry." Mr. Philips said with a sigh as he managed to regain his composure. Looking at his bloody hands. Clearly in shock by what he had done he couldn't stop shaking as he feels the cold blood on his hands.

"Ey, don't think about it! We are not out of danger yet." Fausta snapped as she tried to keep Philips from cracking any further. She then moves him aside as she picks up the revolver. Removing the spent cartages as she collects some from the dead Pinkerton. "Just, keep it together. Think about your short story novel or something."

"You mean the one I coated in blood." Philips remarks grimly as he looked down at the book he used to murder a man with.

"… not that one." Fausta said bluntly as she stands up. Turning to Philips. "Look, tonto keep your eyes sharp and your mind sharper. These monstruos de hombres are not above killing innocent folks. So it's us or them. Keep that in mind next time you come across one of them Salvajes."

Philips consider the old vaquero's words… for all of two seconds when suddenly more of those wild men rushed at them from down the hall, Fausta quickly aimed her gun and fired but there was clearly more than three coming towards them. Thus, they had to make a retreat towards the bar car where more trouble can be found. Meanwhile in the same bar car, Agent Maria Winchester, and a few of her Pinkertons were holding out behind the bar. Shooting at any and all incoming wild men who were rushing towards them. Seemed majority of these savages heard the gun shots and were rushing to the bar car, drawn to the sound of gunfire. As they held out for as long as possible, the wild men begin to overpower them in numbers. Maria was reloading her Winchester as one of her men was pulled to the ground by one of these savages, his screams only masked by the gurgling of blood soon after as three more spring on him to tear him apart.

"Jesus, Hold the Line! God damn hold the line!" Agent Winchester said before cutting three down. As she turns to aim at the next savage, one of them grabbed ahold of her rifle and tried to throw a haymaker at her head. She barely ducked out of the way as she pulls her colt pocket pistol from her belt. Blowing a small hole in its head causing blood to splatter in her face and eyes. Blinding her for a moment that the savages took advantage of.

The savage wild man grabbed her by the hair and pulled her over the counter, about to lower its teeth to her throat, but she grabbed his chin and held it away from her throat. She struggled to put her pistol up to the Savages throat but he had her right armed pinned. Unable to move she can feel the strength fading as those broken and jagged teeth got closer to her neck. That when inches away from her neck a shot of blood poured out onto her. She thought for a moment it was hers till the body of the savage fell over. In front of Agent Winchester was Weiss, holding a very pointy and bloody stick.

"Need a hand? Or am I interfering with Pinkerton Business?" Weiss remarks sarcastically as she flings the blood off her stick.

"(Huff, huff) smart ass. (Huff, huff)" Agent Winchester said as she rubbed her neck.

Weiss rolled her eyes before turning to the main threat. There were still Wild men attacking the few Pinkertons who were still left alive. Taking a defensive fencing stance, she advanced. Agent Maria Winchester watches and notes Weiss combat prowess.

Weiss first approached the First Savage and lunges forward, impaling him in the back of the head, twirling her stick around inside his brain. She then pulled the Stick out with a splatter of blood and brains before turning to the next Savage who unlike the last noticed her. He raced up to her swinging wildly, to which she parried each strike with ease before ducking under and striking the Wild man in the back of the skull with her stick. Twisting the sharpened splinter before pulling the stick free with brains and blood gushing out. As she pulls the Sharpened Stick free, two of the savaged men rushed towards her at the same time. Maria could only watch's with a raised brow as Weiss leapt over them with an acrobatic ballerina level of skill, over these two frost bitten savages. Mid air she plunged the stick into the first wild man, using the Momentum of her weight to swing down and kick the other savage out the window with a hard kick. Landing back on her feet she pulls free the stick from the dead Wildman. As she shakes the blood off the stick, another Wildman rushed up behind her, trying to tackle Weiss to the ground. However a loud shot can be heard as Agent Winchester stopped watching and picked up her repeating rifle. Plugging the savage with her Winchester.

"About time you did something. Other than standing around like a dolt." Weiss remarks as she flicks some of the brain matter off the side of her shoulder.

"Oh, don't get snippy with me ." Agent Winchester said as she walks over to Weiss. "You're still under arrest. We are simply delaying your prosecution till our arrival in Reno."

"Uh huh, sure you will." Weiss said as stabs another Wild Man who was mauling a dead Pinkerton agents body. "Last I'd check neither me or my compatriots have done anything beyond trespassing, worst we'd get is a fine. However the extreme methods you and your over jumped security forces can be called into question before a judge."

"Oh is that a fact? I'm sure there is more than enough judges between Sacramento and Reno who'd love to put rich snobs like you in your place." Agent Winchester sneers as she pauses only for a few moments to blast one of the Wild Men who was climbing through the window. "However my offer still stands. Do so now on top of assisting us in dealing with these, Martense family degenerates. I'll plead your case to the judge for leniency."

Weiss gives her a dirty look, but before she could say anything the door to the cabin burst open with Philip's and Fausta rushing in. These two were covered in cuts, scratches, and the savages blood. They barely had enough time to close the sliding door, before five arms stuck through. Trying to force the doors open. Acting quickly Weiss Rushed over as did Maria. Maria assisted Fausta and Philips in hold the door close while Weiss inflicted as much pain as possible on the frozen arms. Impaling them a number of times with her splintered broom stick; hoping to beat off the Savages. After several jabs the Savages retreated back and the door was successfully locked shut. The three pulled back trying to catch their breath but not before they hear the moans of something in the distances. It was almost like a deer but far to… unnatural to be so. Thinking it was another wave of attackers they prepared themselves quickly. However instead of being assaulted by a new wave of wild men, they saw them leaving. Rushing out to the frozen pond below, making off with a few victims.

Looking down, Weiss could see something. She wasn't sure due to the blizzard but it looked human like, no, almost Faunas like seeing that it had antlers. As it continues beckoning these wild men, it disappeared into the snow, with the rest of the wild men. There was a moment of calm as the four stood looking down. Unsure what to do next as they had no idea what this was beyond a raid. However, after a few minutes Fausta suddenly recalled something. Turning to Maria she threw a right hook that sent Maria to the ground.

"Jesus! What was that for?!" Philip said in shock as the surviving Pinkertons turned their guns on Fausta. Only for her to point her stolen gun on the unconscious Maria.

"La puta policía consiguió lo que se esperaba." (The bitch cop got what was coming.) Fausta said under her breath before addressing the Pinkertons. "Now, unless you want her dead as well, you will all drop your guns! You've been through enough as is and I am not in the mood to respark a previous century's worth of hate. This was simply returning the favor for the mistreatment of una anciana. You really want to die over something like that?!"

The Pinkerton thought about it for a few moments before lowering their weapons. Either not wanting to shoot or their arms being too tired to hold up their guns. With the situation defused, Faust's holsters her gun before kneeling down to the unconscious Maria Winchester. Taking the Handcuffs off Agent Winchester before handcuffing her to a nearby Radiator. As she does, she asked the surviving Pinkerton's as the scene goes black, "Good, now. Last question. Where is me and the reinas de hielo stuff you lot unjustly confiscated?"

Hello Everybody, Wombag1786 here.

Welp this was an interesting chapter, and a very sudden change. Weiss being made the offer to know where Ruby's location is. (I wonder why she didn't take it?) then the train was attacked by savage men. (Where the hell did they come from?) only to end with Fausta knocking out a cop. (SELF DEFENSE!) Now here's a rare little lore tidbit, the entity that's been hinted at is a unique being. It's been theorized to be trapped to the sub artic or the coldest of mountain around the world. However this is solely on earth as it reins from its kingdom on a far away planet, traveling on the solar winds of the cosmos's between us and earth. So if it can do so with earth why not Remnant as well? After all this ain't the first time the Mythos appeared on Remnant… or in the pages of a fairy tale.

Now, with that little nugget of horror, let's get onto the questions and comments.

From Crimson Weresloth: Nope, though this ain't the first time the Mythos appeared on Remnant. God knows how many horrors hid under the vale of a Fairytale.

Thanks for reading Crimson Weresloth.

From Blackwing8: I see, though I'd prefer it if you voted on the main page but thanks for voting.

You would be accurate however it is Boston matters more important… for now. So as long as they can get off the mountain quickly they should be fine… ish. Can't say for everyone.

Seems Agent Winchester is trying to put Weiss into a Prisoners Dilemma, with the added bonus of revealing where Ruby is. Tsk, what a bitch.

Thanks for reading Blackwing8.

Alright, now that's done please fav and Fol the story. Leave a comment or question. Next chapter will be the last time you can vote on which cover art and I'm excited to see how you'll all react to the ending.

Till then is Wombag1786 signing off.

1. The Painting of Zann

2. Cold winds of the Past

3. The Swine of Manchester

4. Five Year's of Red

5. The Jade Tiger of the East

6. The Sin of the Mother

7. The Sign of Witt

8. The Lost set

9. The King in the swamp