A/N: Alright guys this is another one of my chapters though it took me some time actually a long time. But I'm back again. I wasn't really sure of the best name to give it so I gave it " The Advent of the Merge ", so from here on, the story will start to merge with the original rwby series, also feel free to tell me about what you think of the episode name. Remember to follow, favourite and review my fanfics, as I'll soon release an Avengers fanfiction be sure to check it out.
CHAPTER 5: THE ADVENTS OF THE MERGE.
IN A FARM LAND
Qrow's eyes narrowed as he sent the message to Ozpin, his mind racing with the implications of the queen's pawns. He knew that Ozpin would understand the gravity of the situation, but he also knew that the professor's vague nature might be a weakness in this case.
As Eden approached, Qrow's gaze shifted to the younger huntsman. He could see the concern etched on Eden's face and knew that he had to be careful about what he revealed.
"Hey, Qrow, what happened?" Eden asked, his eyes scanning the area.
Qrow's expression turned grim. "Nothing good, kiddo. We've got a real mess on our hands."
Eden's eyes widened as he took in the sight of the lifeless female body on the ground. "What the hell happened here?" he exclaimed, his voice laced with shock and confusion.
Qrow's face was somber. "She was attacked by a bunch of degenerates. And trust me, this is way worse than it looks."
Eden's eyes flashed with anger. "There's a lifeless body on the floor, how could this get any worse?" He shook his head, his voice laced with disbelief. "And I'm pretty shocked about how you aren't shocked, Qrow. You're always so calm and collected, but this... this is different."
Qrow's eyes clouded over, his mind flashing back to memories he'd rather forget. "Trust me, kiddo, I've seen a lot of this. Even to those nearest to me." He paused, his gaze shifting to the unconscious woman. "And by the way, she's not lifeless. She's way stronger than she looks."
Eden's expression softened, his eyes filled with concern. "Well, if she isn't dead... shouldn't we take her to the hospital or something?"
Qrow nodded, his grip on his scythe tightening. "Yeah, that's what I'm about to do. Trust your old man for once."
Eden's smile was wry. "You aren't my old man, Qrow, though you'll do a better job than he would."
Qrow's eyes flashed with pain, but he pushed on. "Sorry about your father, Eden. But I will take that complement."
Eden's gaze dropped, his voice barely audible. "Yeah, good for you."
The silence between them was palpable, the only sound the soft rustling of the wind through the fields. Eden's eyes narrowed, his mind working overtime. "Won't the person that attacked her not just strike again while you take her to the hospital? Plus, she wouldn't be able to fight back this time, no matter how strong she is... you get the point, don't you?"
Qrow's face was set in a determined expression. "I'll be there to fight those degenerates off, plus I think they are far gone by now. Trust me for once."
Eden nodded, his eyes never leaving Qrow's face. "Sure, I really need to meet up with some people anyway."
As Eden turned to leave, Qrow's gaze lingered on him, his mind racing with the implications of the queen's pawns. He knew that this was just the beginning, and that the road ahead would be fraught with danger. But he was ready, his scythe at the ready, his eyes fixed on the horizon.
IN THE COFFEE SHOP
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as Alice and Davi sat at their usual table in the cozy coffee shop. The chatter of other patrons provided a comforting background noise as they delved into conversation.
"So, Davi," Alice began, taking a sip of her coffee, "tell me more about your upbringing. What was it like growing up in your family?"
Davi leaned back in his chair, his gaze drifting to the ceiling as memories flooded his mind. "It wasn't easy, that's for sure. I really didn't have... I don't think you'll want to know "
Alice nodded sympathetically, her expression softening. "I can't imagine how difficult that must have been for you."
"Yeah," Davi sighed, running a hand through his hair, "but it taught me the value of hard work and perseverance. As I really always felt I needed to be someone I can't imagine myself being to save people. It's what drove me to become a huntsman, or atleast try before Ironwood came along."
Alice smiled warmly, admiration shining in her eyes. "What do you mean by " You by being someone you couldn't imagine yourself being.". " I'm really not sure, still tryin' to figure that out actually ", Davi said.
Davi chuckled modestly, a hint of color rising to his cheeks. "Thanks, Alice. But enough about me. What about you? What led you down the path of becoming a huntress?" " Let's just say I really needed to find someone ". Alice said. " I take it you don't wanna talk about it. BUT is it your boyfriend..." Davi said making Alice roll her eyes and exhale.
As they were talking Eden entered. " Look who finally decided to show up ", Davi said.
Alice playfully rolled her eyes at Davi's teasing, her gaze shifting to Eden as he approached their table. "Hey, sorry I'm late," Eden said, dropping into the empty chair. "What did I miss?"
Davi grinned. "Just Alice and me swapping life stories. You know, the usual."
Eden's eyes lit up with interest. "Oh, yeah? What's the juiciest tidbit you've shared so far, Alice?"
Alice laughed, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I think Davi's story about his childhood is way more interesting than mine."
Davi's expression turned serious, his eyes clouding over. "It's not exactly a happy story, Eden. Let's just say I had to work hard to get where I am today."
Eden's gaze softened, his voice filled with empathy. "I'm sorry, Davi. I had no idea. You're one of the strongest people I know, and I admire that about you."
Davi's face relaxed, a small smile playing on his lips. "Thanks, Eden. That means a lot coming from you."
As they chatted, Alice's eyes never left Davi's face, her mind working overtime to understand the depth of his emotions. She knew that there was more to his story, that he was hiding something behind his calm exterior. But she also knew that pushing him to reveal more would only drive him further away.
The conversation flowed easily, the three friends delving into topics ranging from their huntsman training to their favorite foods. But beneath the surface, Alice sensed a tension, a feeling that they were all hiding something from each other.
As they finished their drinks and prepared to leave, Alice reached out and touched Davi's hand. "Hey, thanks for sharing your story with me, Davi. It takes a lot of courage to be that vulnerable."
Davi's eyes met hers, his gaze filled with gratitude. "Thanks, Alice. That means a lot coming from you."
Eden's voice broke the spell, his eyes shining with excitement. "Hey, let's head to the training grounds! I need to practice my skills, and it's always more fun with you two."
Alice smiled, her mind already racing with strategies and techniques. "Game on, Eden. Let's see who comes out on top."
As they left the coffee shop, the sun cast a warm glow over the city, the air filled with the promise of adventure and friendship. Little did they know that their bond would soon be tested, that the queen's pawns would force them to confront their deepest fears and insecurities. But for now, they walked together, their hearts filled with laughter and their spirits soaring with the thrill of the unknown.
IN TUCSON'S BOOK STORE
A young woman in her teens walked down the bustling street, her mind lost in the pages of the fantasy novel she had been reading. The air was filled with the sounds of Valian city: car horns blaring, street vendors calling out their wares, and the hum of conversation from the crowded sidewalks. She barely noticed as she passed a boy with striking grey hair and matching eyes, dressed in clothes that were almost exclusively shades of grey. His presence was oddly unsettling, but she shrugged it off as she continued towards her destination, a quaint little bookstore she had frequented since childhood.
Moments later, she crossed paths with a girl who had bright green hair, styled in a way that seemed to defy gravity. The girl was clutching her head with one hand, her expression one of pain or deep concentration. The young woman hesitated for a second, wondering if she should offer help, but then she decided against it and pushed open the door to the bookstore.
The familiar scent of old books and polished wood greeted her, providing a momentary comfort. But that comfort was shattered instantly when she saw Tucson, the beloved owner of the store, sprawled lifeless on the floor. The sight was so horrifying that she let out a loud, panic-filled scream, dropping her book as she fumbled for her phone to call the police.
Meanwhile, outside the bookstore, Mercury, the grey-haired boy she had passed earlier, stood with a sinister smile playing on his lips. "That's another scream of joy," he said, his tone dripping with malevolence. Beside him, the green-haired girl, Emerald, remained silent, her eyes flitting around as she took in the sights and sounds of the city.
Back inside the bookstore, the police had arrived and were busy setting up "CRIME SCENE DO NOT CROSS" tape around the entrance. A police officer approached the teenage girl, who was still shaken by the sight of Tucson's body.
"So, who do you say is the victim of this murder?" the officer asked, his tone detached and professional.
"Tucson, the owner of the store," the girl replied, her voice tinged with anger and confusion.
"And, he is a faunus?" the officer continued, his question catching the girl off guard.
"Yes, what about it?" she responded, utterly baffled by the relevance of the question.
The officer turned to his colleagues and commanded, "Take down the tapes."
"Thank you for your time, but we have to go. You understand," he told the girl, his tone dismissive.
"WHAT? NO, I DON'T UNDERSTAND. THIS IS A COLD-BLOODED MURDER, AND YOU'RE THE POLICE. IT'S YOUR JOB," the teenage girl shouted, her frustration boiling over.
"Feel free to hire a private investigator if you care, but honestly, you shouldn't care," the officer replied calmly, his indifference infuriating the girl further.
"YOU, SON OF A BITCH!" she screamed as the officer turned and walked away, leaving her standing alone in the doorway of the bookstore.
Across the road, a male figure in a black cloak with red outlines observed the scene with a frustrated expression. His eyes narrowed as he took in the unfolding drama, his mind racing with thoughts of the implications of this latest development.
As the police cars drove away, the teenage girl sank to her knees, tears streaming down her face. Tucson had been more than just the owner of the bookstore; he had been a mentor, a friend, and a pillar of the community. She couldn't comprehend why the police had dismissed his death so casually, and the thought of hiring a private investigator felt both daunting and necessary.
She stood up, her resolve hardening. She wouldn't let Tucson's death go unanswered. If the police wouldn't do their job, she would find someone who would. She glanced around, her eyes landing on the mysterious figure in the cloak. There was something about him that seemed out of place, and her instincts told her he might know something. She decided to follow him, hoping for a lead, no matter how slim.
The figure moved swiftly through the crowded streets, his cloak billowing behind him. The teenage girl kept her distance, weaving through the throngs of people. She followed him for several blocks until he turned down a narrow alleyway. She hesitated for a moment before gathering her courage and following him into the shadows.
The alley was dimly lit, the walls lined with graffiti and the ground littered with debris. The figure had stopped near a door, speaking in hushed tones to someone she couldn't see. She crept closer, trying to catch snippets of the conversation.
"You failed, Mercury," a voice hissed from the shadows. "The girl was not supposed to find the body."
"It won't matter," Mercury replied, his voice dripping with arrogance. "The police aren't going to investigate, and she'll never find out what really happened."
"We can't take that risk," the voice responded. "Emerald, make sure she doesn't interfere."
The green-haired girl stepped into view, her eyes cold and calculating. "Consider it done," she said, her voice devoid of emotion.
The teenage girl felt a chill run down her spine as she realized the danger she was in. She turned to leave, but her foot caught on a loose brick, sending her sprawling to the ground with a loud thud. Mercury and Emerald's heads snapped towards her, their expressions darkening.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" Mercury said, a malicious grin spreading across his face as he advanced towards her. "Seems like we've got an eavesdropper."
The teenage girl scrambled to her feet, backing away slowly. She knew she was in serious trouble and had to think fast. She glanced around for an escape route, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Stay away from me," she warned, her voice trembling but defiant.
Mercury laughed, the sound echoing off the alley walls. "Or what? You'll scream for the police again? They don't care about faunus."
Emerald stepped forward, her eyes fixed on the girl. "Let's make this quick," she said, her tone bored.
Suddenly, a figure leaped from the shadows, landing between the girl and her attackers. It was the cloaked man, his eyes blazing with determination. "Get out of here," he commanded the girl, never taking his eyes off Mercury and Emerald.
The girl hesitated for a moment before nodding and running down the alley. She didn't look back, her mind racing with questions and fears. Who was the cloaked man? Why had he saved her? And what was the connection between Mercury, Emerald, and Tucson's murder?
As she reached the end of the alley, she heard the sounds of a struggle behind her but didn't dare to stop. She burst onto the main street, gasping for breath, and knew she had to find help. She couldn't do this alone. She needed allies, and she needed answers. And she was determined to get both, no matter what it took.
IN A BAR
The dimly lit bar was filled with the hazy smoke of cigarettes and the pungent scent of alcohol. Felix sat alone at the counter, nursing a drink as he brooded over his misfortunes. His once-proud shoulders now slumped with the weight of countless regrets, and his eyes were bloodshot from too many sleepless nights.
"Another one," he grumbled, slamming his empty glass down on the worn wooden surface. The noise cut through the low hum of conversation that filled the bar, drawing the attention of a few curious onlookers.
The bartender, a grizzled man with weary eyes, approached cautiously. His name was George, and he had seen many like Felix over the years—lost souls drowning their sorrows in liquor, hoping to forget the pain if only for a few hours. "I think you've had enough, pal. Maybe it's time to call it a night."
Felix shot him a glare, his fists clenching at his sides. "Who are you to tell me when I've had enough? Just give me another damn drink!"
Sighing wearily, George reluctantly poured another shot, his gaze filled with concern. "Suit yourself, but don't say I didn't warn you."
As Felix downed the drink in one gulp, the bitter taste of regret lingered on his tongue, a constant reminder of the mistakes he couldn't escape. He thought about his job, his family, and the life he had lost to his own poor decisions. The weight of it all pressed down on him, and he felt as though he might be crushed beneath it.
Alone and vulnerable, Felix stumbled out of the bar and into the dimly lit alleyway. His head spun with the effects of alcohol, his movements sluggish and uncoordinated. He leaned against the brick wall for support, the cool surface providing a small measure of relief from the oppressive heat of the night.
Suddenly, a shadowy figure emerged from the darkness—a trio of menacing silhouettes that closed in on him with predatory intent. They moved with a purpose that sent a chill down Felix's spine, and he knew immediately that he was in trouble.
Felix's heart raced as fear gripped him, his senses sharpened by adrenaline as he prepared to defend himself against the unknown threat. He tried to focus, to push through the haze of alcohol that clouded his mind, but it was no use.
Before he could react, he was overwhelmed—caught off guard by the swift and merciless assault of his assailants.
Emerald created an illusion of numerous Cinders. Felix tried to take control of himself as he summoned his weapon Magnus. He used his gatling gun to shoot a lot of the unreal clones befor Cinder striked him with her blade, and Mercury gave him no time to react as he kicked him multiple times with his Talaria. Before Emerald used her weapon to bring the Felix down ultimately defeating me.
With each passing moment, Felix's strength waned, his resolve faltering as the darkness closed in around him. His vision blurred, and he could barely make out the faces of his attackers. He wondered if this was how it would all end—alone, in a filthy bar, beaten and broken.
As Felix lay battered and broken on the cold concrete of the alley, the trio loomed over him, their expressions unreadable behind their masks. "Give it," Cinder commanded, her voice cold and imperious.
"Fine," Felix said, his voice weak and defeated. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black device, handing it to her. "You've certainly earned it."
Cinder took the device with a satisfied smile, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "You have a chance to join us and bring Beacon to its knees."
She knelt beside him, her voice low and seductive as she offered him a choice—a chance to embrace the darkness that lurked within him, to seize power and revenge with their help. Felix's mind swirled with uncertainty, torn between the promise of salvation and the specter of damnation that loomed on the horizon.
He thought about everything he had lost and everything he could gain. The promise of power was intoxicating, and the thought of revenge was too tempting to resist. He wanted to make those who had wronged him pay, to show them that he was not to be underestimated.
In the end, desperation outweighed doubt, and he made his decision—a pact forged in the shadows, bound by blood and betrayal. "I'll join you," he said, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him.
As the trio vanished into the night, Felix was left alone with his thoughts—a pawn in a game whose rules he had yet to comprehend, a pawn whose fate was no longer his own to control. He lay there for a long time, staring up at the night sky, wondering what the future held.
He knew that he had made a choice that could not be undone, and he would have to live with the consequences. But for now, all he could do was pick himself up and move forward, one step at a time. The path ahead was dark and uncertain, but Felix was determined to see it through to the end, no matter what the cost.
IN A TRAINING GROUND
As they finished their drinks and prepared to part ways, Alice suggested, "Hey, why don't we head to the training grounds? I think we're all due for a friendly spar."
Davi's eyes lit up. "I'm always down for a fight!"
Eden chuckled. "You two are something else. But sure, I could use a workout."
The three friends made their way to the training grounds, a large open area with various obstacles and targets. They began to stretch and warm up, their banter and laughter filling the air.
"Alright, let's make it interesting," Alice said, a mischievous glint in her eye.
Davi grinned. "You're on. I've got a score to settle with you, Alice."
Eden shook his head, smiling. "You two are going to exhaust me."
The three friends faced off, their weapons at the ready. Alice drew Accel her dual blades, Davi summoned Imperial , his sword, and Eden readied his boots, " blazing whip ".
The fight intensified, each warrior showcasing their unique skills and styles. Alice's blades danced with precision, striking true time and again, but Davi refused to back down. His sword sliced through the air with deadly force, sending Alice flying backward. Eden seized the opportunity, his ice-powered boots propelling him forward with incredible speed. He struck Davi with a flurry of kicks, but the huntsman managed to catch him, his grip tightening around Eden's ankle. With a swift motion, Davi sent Eden crashing to the ground, knocking him unconscious.
As Eden fell, Alice saw her chance. She reached into her pocket and grasped a handful of ice dust, scattering it around her. The dust swirled, taking the shape of multiple Alice clones. The clones charged at Davi, their swords flashing in the sunlight. Davi's eyes widened as he realized he was surrounded. He swung his sword in wide arcs, shattering the icy clones one by one. But with each clone he defeated, more seemed to appear, their numbers seemingly endless.
Meanwhile, Eden slowly regained consciousness, his vision blurry. He saw Davi struggling to keep up with the clones and knew he had to act fast. With a surge of adrenaline, Eden launched himself at Davi, his ice-powered boots propelling him forward. He struck Davi with a powerful kick, sending him stumbling backward. The huntsman's eyes narrowed, his sword flashing in the sunlight as he counterattacked.
Alice and her clones pressed the attack, their swords clashing with Davi's in a blur of steel and ice. Eden joined the fray, his boots leaving trails of ice on the ground as he dodged and weaved around the combatants. The training grounds echoed with the clang of metal on metal, the thud of footsteps, and the occasional grunt of effort. The friends fought with all their might, their movements a blur as they clashed and separated, each seeking to gain the upper hand.
In the heat of the battle, Alice's clones began to fade, their icy bodies shattering as they dissipated. But Alice herself remained, her swords flashing with deadly precision. Davi stumbled backward, his sword raised in a desperate bid to defend himself. Eden saw his chance and struck, his boots propelling him forward with incredible force. The kick connected with Davi's chest, sending him crashing to the ground.
As the dust settled, the three friends stood panting, their chests heaving with exhaustion. They shared a nod of respect, their bond stronger than ever. The fight may have been intense, but it was all in the spirit of friendship and training. And as they walked off the training grounds, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, as a team.
Alice put Davi and Eden at gun point with Accel's pistol mode.
In the end, it was Alice who emerged victorious, her blades pressed against Davi's throat.
"Looks like I win," she said, grinning.
Davi chuckled, yielding. "You got me this time, Alice.".
Eden approached, impressed. "You two are incredible. I don't know how you keep getting better."
Alice smiled, sheathing her blades. "That's what happens when you have friends like you two to push me to be my best, But honestly you guys made it really easy ". " Is that so l ? Cuz honestly you look drained ", Davi said. " Yeah, the semblance takes quite a toll ", Alice said.
As they left the training grounds, the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the city. The friends walked together, their bond stronger than ever. " You know we still have a lot of work to do". " Really ?". Eden asked frustratedly " Ironwood's orders not mine", Davi said.
A/N: This is the end of another fantastic chapter. I created somewhat a history for the black device that Cinder used to hack into the Vytal Festival games. The team is forming up and I want them to have strong bonds cuz of a really big arc that will happen at the end of the Fall of Beacon, trust me it will make them have second thoughts about joining Ironwood. And there might be a new character coming to the story it was kinda unprecedented come to think of it but I will work with it. Well until next time, Remember to favourite, follow and review all my stories. PEACE.