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Charging Porpoise Club

Mark rushed in his bar, giving out orders to the trainee workers at the station. All of them were wearing a suit that made them look like porpoises, and he could still not get over the fact that the staff outfits would have to do with the actual name. The waitresses were dressed in somewhat skimpy dolphin outfits, the bartenders were dressed up as tuxedo dressed porpoises, and Mint had modified his outfit to seem more like a bull-porpoise hybrid. Only the security detail was untouched by the forced costume outfits, but Mark had a feeling that Alex planned to change that. Heck, even the damn strippers were getting some changes, and he had a feeling that Alex was more or less ready to start pushing out some merchandise for the club, maybe even expand.

He shook his head at that thought, what was he thinking? Corey was in charge of the club, after all, she was the one that owned the entire club. Never mind the fact that nearly all of them worked on the club, Corey was the one who got all the lien to actually start the club, and had gone through all the routes required to make the club fully legal. Tony may have a large part in getting the club built, getting employees, and working out the entire function of this club, but his position was just manager. His status as owner of the club was a front, and that was it; a fake placeholder for him to be in charge of to allow Corey to actually work on the 50 Blessings in the back. Mark took a seat, and sipped a cup of beer. The entire city wasn't going too well, with the slums descending deeper and deeper into poverty. He knew this, and he watched the numerous amount of people actually suffer inside the entire portion of that city. White Fang, scumbag criminals, the horrors of the slums seemed endless. And the fact that the slums was within the industrial district, and was located in some small spots of the residential district? That made some things bad for them. That's what the 50 Blessings was for, to wipe out the scum making the city horrible.

However, at the moment, they couldn't exactly expand their operations at the moment. Their recruits were not trained enough, they didn't have weapons for everyone, and to boot, they would be seriously inconvenienced when they went up against hunters. True, they were able to actually beat up mooks and people with aura, but those guys weren't actually fully prepared to fight on a military presence. No, they were fit to just merely fight the causal everyday man, and to subdue the population. Probably Alex and Ash were going to work together to get those new recruits up and ready for combat. Hopefully.

Besides that, he knew for a fact that Corey decided that the street gang that was under their jurisdiction was going to be doing... something, he didn't know. He honestly didn't have the time to talk to Corey OR to go out on a hunting run. He was groaning inwardly at the fact that his job was rather important in the club, even though he was basically just a bartender. Just a bartender. Hah, that was a joke.

Being a bartender at the new and popular club was more difficult than he anticipated, and was much crowded than he expected. Due to the fact that he had actually come up with such odd drinks and unusual mixtures, the entire club was teeming with people eager to not only have a drink of one of his concoctions, but to party to the sounds that was only inside the club. Everyone was congratulating Mint on his success, and he was always refusing the fact that he was the one that should be heavily thanked. In a way, he was actually right to refuse all the compliments, he really didn't make those songs, some other DJs did. Then again, he had managed to create new songs based on the originals, and to be fair, they did sound pretty good. But... they just weren't as good as the originals, something was off about them. Well, the club customers couldn't tell a difference, so maybe things could go well in the end.

Nevertheless, he was getting a stupidly large amount of VIP entrance requests lately. He knew for a fact that the Wicket and Warrick family heads had VIP access, as well as Corey's friends Indigo and Garnet. There was team CFVY that got those VIP passes courtesy of him, as well as several other civilians that paid a good amount of lien just to get in. Apparently, the only way to actually enter the strip club located upstairs was by obtaining a VIP pass, and paying the entrance fee at the stairs. So far, the bodyguards were doing a really good job of ensuring nobody caused any damage, and they didn't have to utilize the guns that they were given. No, when a person usually got rowdy, they simply threw them out the club, literally. They grabbed the person over their head, and carried them towards the club entrance, where they then threw the offending patron into the nearest dumpster, which was conveniently found in an alleyway right next to the club.

Waitresses were able to fight on their own as well, He remembered one incident, where a group of three guys cornered one of the waitresses in a corner while she was trying to deliver drinks, and proceeded to sexually harass her. She didn't take any kind of joy from that, and in the end, she kicked each of them in the chin with her legs, which was pretty much due to a mixture of dance and combat instructors that Tony had hired to ensure that the waitresses could fight. As soon as she knocked out the three offenders, they were dumped into what was being called "Loser's Dumpster". After that incident, nobody messed with the security detail or the waitresses while sober. And if they ever got drunk, well, the club always cheered the bodyguards on in a fight. That was always fun to watch.

"Excuse me, Sorrel, how do I exactly make this raspberry white chocolate cocktail? This kind of drinks does seem a bit too... well, complicated for a club." Mark sighed as he heard his fake name being used, he really hated that name. The only person that had a good name change was Corey, and that was primarily due to the fact that she was able to change the name herself, without the jackass Ash making the name. He managed to keep his old name, the fuck. Nevertheless, he couldn't really waste time thinking about his shit name, right now he had to train these amateurs to become actual bartenders. And that meant getting them to understand why having these kinds of drinks were important to the club's well-being... however, he really didn't want to do this. Mainly, he should have these guys figure out the reason why these drinks were so varied and so on. But, he was supposed to be lead bartender, and he had to do his job. So he turned around, and started to lecture the trainees on how to do their jobs efficiently. This went on for quite a while.

Vale Police Station

Vincent stared inside his cubicle, just looking at the enormous amount of work that was placed right on top of his wooden desk. There were three stacks of paperwork, reports, and other things that he was required to file and turn in to the police chief for review. The cubicle walls has some photos on them, one of which was a photo of the entire police force all hanging out at a barbecue that was hosted a few months back. Some awards hung on the wall as well, and there was a container for pens and paper right on his desk, just in case he needed to make a note or another report. There was also a wired Scroll for inside department usage, which was used quite often to discuss things with the chief or people outside his department. There was a warm, steaming cup of coffee right next to him, two sugars and four cream, just the way he liked it, but he wasn't really in the mood for some coffee at the moment.

His mind was currently occupied by the fact that there were two living survivors from the raid he had committed on the apartment building. The thought of losing his house, his life, his job, and being constrained into a jail was the least of his worries. Now that the entire incident was marked as a Vale Mutilator, if he was ever caught as the actual perpetrator of the entire murder, then he wouldn't even have to think about living. No, the police and the citizens of Vale will all lynch him if he was accused of being the Mutilator, despite the fact that he really wasn't. Who would believe him? If there was hard evidence against him on that front, then there was no way the public was going to listen to his pleas of innocence. He cleaned all of the evidence at the scene, and minimized the possibility of being found out. But all of that was going to be useless if he had left two witnesses. If he wanted to keep himself clean, he had to get rid of them, efficiently and silently.

He could kill the comatose woman by getting in with his police occupation, then insert a poison into her IV via poison syringe. Of course, he was going to have to disable some of the security cameras or just simply delete the footage afterwards, or maybe just simply act non-suspicious. Ask a doctor something about a syringe, and then he'd have someone backing him up in that sense. As for the child, he could try to poison her through the food or snacks that are served at the hospital. Maybe he could get an assassin involved to kill her, and maybe make her death look like an ac-

He shook his head, and put his hands over his eyes. What was he thinking? Did he really go so far down the rabbit hole that he was devising a plan on how to kill a child? Dear Dust, was this what he was? He was a police officer for a reason, to save the innocent and to ensure that the citizens could sleep easy at night. Yes, the police department was corrupt, but he was better than this, dust damn it. Was this how much of a monster he had became after one single killing? A person so eager to throw away the morals that went predated their life, and ensured their well-being and safety? No, he was better than this, and if he was found out, he would just have to take the blame for the fall. He was not going to kill a child for no reason, nor was he going to target a comatose patient for his own view of safety. No, thew least he could do is mix up evidence from what they obtained from the scene, ensure that anything they found COULD not be used against him. He would have to get permission from the security office to get clearance into the evidence room, but he was sure he could do that. All he needed to do wa-

"Hey VINCENT! Get your back straight, we're going out on patrol!" Vincent yelped and jumped up in surprise, and banged his right knee hard against the table, causing his coffee to spill onto all of his reports. Then he fell down backwards on his chair, and groaned in his pain. His back didn't feel so good. As he stared up in the ceiling, trying to not remember the pain in his back, the person responsible for his fall appeared right into his view of vision.

A young woman with dark green hair that went to her shoulders, a somewhat wrinkled standard police uniform, bright orange eyes, and a lightly tanned skin. Yep, this was Rook Green, the upcoming police recruit that had a lot of potential in the force. She was highly optimistic about the changes she could actually bring to the force, and as far as Vincent knew, this person was a full package of sweet, crazy, and... well, refreshing really. She was idealistic in the belief that the police force could lose all of the corrupt manners that the department had adapted, and utilize their resources to take the job out of the hunter's hands. She was pretty nice to hand out, even though she was two years his junior. Despite that, the chief did decide to pair her up with him, for reasons unknown, probably for revenge. If it was for revenge, then that plan backfired, because they were a dynamic duo... despite the fact that there were some explosive interactions.

"I'm so sorry Vincent! I couldn't resist the urge to... well, you know, surprise you! You're always alert and on your toes! But... I really apologize for laughing at your pain, and for... um, ruining your reports." At the sound of the ruined reports, Vincent jumped up instantly, and stared at his desk, and groaned at the ruined reports. That was going to take a long time to actually fix, especially due to the fact he was going to have to find a way to recover all the information that was written on those papers. This was the worst.

"Don't worry about those reports though, Vincent! I'll write them all for you as an apology! Now come on, we got a patrol to do!" Vincent merely sighed, and put a small smile on his face. Maybe things won't be as bad as he thought... after all, one can hope for better things in the future.

Vale General Hospital

"What do you mean that a pitchfork ain't a classic weapon, nor an actual useful one? I'll have you know, Miss Ruby Rose, that I am capable of taking out numerous Grimm with this weapon! Don't mock my weapon!" Weiss sighed as she tried her best to ignore the little feud that Ruby and Mure, which appeared to be about some kinds of weapons. Honestly, she really couldn't find anyone that she could actually converse to, since all the others were talking to each other. Ren and Nora were talking to Russet about martial arts skills and whether or not he knew ninja powers like Ren. Yang was asking Mavro how he got together with Orche, and Pyrrha appeared to be conversing with Orche about... something. She couldn't hear, the two of them were whispering to each other. Meanwhile, Blake was talking with Lily, and she seemed to be trying to get some kind of answers from the faunus child. And then there was Jaune, but she knew that if she talked to him, then there would be a barrage of date requests, something she would much rather not have on her mind.

"But... it's not an ideal weapon! You customized the pitchfork to become a legitimate weapon, and it's not a gun at all! I can understand the classics, but you went off and made a weapon that's not practical at all!" Weiss did have to agree with Ruby there, a pitchfork was a pretty foolish idea, what kind of idiot was Mure for utilizing a weapon like that?

"Trust me, it works. Don't question it, and if you even think that my pitchfork is a horrible weapon, keep in mind that Glynda uses a riding crop for a weapon. Not to mention the fact that when I attended Beacon, the strongest guy there, Prospero, utilized a collapsible baton. Now, go eat some cookies or something! I'm not having anymore discussions about Evangeline!" Ruby puffed her cheeks in anger, and started to stomp towards Yang in a dramatic manner, which didn't last for long, as she started to giggle a little bit. Weiss rolled her eyes, she couldn't believe that she had to be with this dolt... but then again, she was her friend and her team leader. She could try to be more soci-

"Having teammate trouble? Don't worry about it Snow White, everyone has that problem. Now stop acting superior in that wooden seat, you should only do that in a throne." Weiss turned swiftly towards Mure, aghast and enraged by the words he had just emitted out of his mouth. How dare he, didn't he know that she was Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee Dust Corporation?

"How dare you! The nerve! I'm not acting superior, I'm just trying to think here! And yes, I may be having teammate trouble, but me and my team are getting it talked through! How dare you try to stick your nose into places where it doesn't belong!" At those words, Mure started to crack up, and slapped his knee, causing his damaged top hat to nearly fall off, before he caught it with his spare hand. Weiss stared at the homeless hunter in wonder, did he really find this funny? That wasn't a joke, that was an actual statement!

Mure slowly rose to his feet, and stared at Weiss' eyes for three seconds, before wiping the amused look off his face. "So, wasn't a joke, huh?" asked Mure hypothetically, "Guess you were serious. Huh, you should learn how to take a joke once in a while. Might spice up the boring rich life you got there, Frost Princess. Then again, how would I know how to heat up an ice heart?" Weiss stared at Mure, her jaw open wide at the insults coming at her for no reason, and attempted to retort, only for the words to jangle in her mouth as she attempted to speak. They turned into a small ramble, the same one she had when her family had been insulted by Blake.

"Excuse me, but at least I know how to dress like a proper person, you... you're dressed like a homeless man! A person that you would see wandering the streets, begging for lien! You... you don't look or act like a hunter!" Mure leaned on his pitchfork and gave out a deep guffaw, as if he was being amused by her confusion. Meanwhile, this argument that he incited appeared to have attracted everyone in the room except for Nora, Russet, and Ren, who had gone outside the room to get something, and all of them were now staring directly at the two, wondering what was going on.

"Listen, child, I won't say this again. I don't care if you're the bestest friends with everyone in this room, but you have no fucking right to say that. You hear me? You want to know that kind of hell we go through to ensure that the Vale forests are safe? How many friends we've lost to the Grimm itself? You say that being a hunter in training is hard? You know what we fucking witnessed on our first year? We had to fucking go through a jail of slaughtered inhabitants, every single fucking person there mutilated and carved up like a turkey on Thanksgiving! You will never know how bad things are until you are forced to wade through a five foot sludge of body parts, shit, and blood! You fucking hear me? You think you're high and fucking mighty because you're the fucking daughter of Schnee Fucking Dust Corporation? I don't even use DUST. So, go and fuck yourself with a nine foot fucking pole, you Dustdamned spoiled b-"

"Mure, STOP." At the sound of Mavro's shout, Mure stopped his assault on Weiss, and glared back at Mavro, who was glaring right back at him. "There's a time and place for everything, and now is NOT THE TIME to give up that... incident. Alright? Just let that certain thing go!" Mure started to breathe in and out, before he started to calm down, while everyone stared in horror at him.

"Sorry, my nerves are not what they should be. All of this, it's... it's just messing with my mind. The Vale Mutilator striking again... it's a nightmare come alive. And Dust, I thought things were getting better too..." Ruby started to walk up to Mure in order to comfort him, before Blake grabbed her shoulder, and shook her head. The ninja of team RWBY was actively shaking, either from fear or from anger, and glared directly at Mure.

"WAIT. What did you mean by a prison full of dead people? That wasn't on the news, nor did any informant know about this event! What are you hiding from us? Grimm, what the fuck are you hiding from the city of Vale?" Mure stared right back at Blake, but before he could even think about replying back at her, Mavro intervened.

"That's none of your business. That was a mistake on Mure's part, and I apologize for the way he shouted at you, Miss Schnee. Don't think ba-" That was as far as he got before Blake cut in his apology quickly and coldly.

"No, that IS part of our business. We're here defending a poor child from the Vale Mutilator, and you honestly expect us to be able to work with missing information? Just how much people has this guy killed, that we basically have a small army defending these two? We want to know what's going on here, and we aren't going to take no for an answer!" Mavro stared at Blake coldly, and Yang had to admit that Weiss's cold stares had NOTHING on this guy. This guy's stare could probably freeze a guy in his tracks, and Blake had the telltale signs of being affected. Nevertheless, she remained stubborn, and stared right back, and not even giving out, at least until he finally gave in and sighed.

"Do you really want to know? Dust, I was your guys' age when I witnessed the first Vale Mutilator slaughter scenes... no one has to ever go through that horrible mess. I'd... rather not tell you, and to be honest, I'm not going to. I want you guys to be able to actually sleep, and not have nightmares like Mure here." The black-clad hunter flinched, and nearly fell from his leaning position for a brief second, before instantly correcting his stance and going back, with a small scowl on his face. He did not seem amused by that statement at all.

"I haven't had nightmares in a while, Mavro. I'd really like it if you didn't throw me under the bus. And child, this isn't a thing you can get involved in. If you stick your nose in business where it doesn't belong... well, you're going to have a bad time." If looks could kill, then Blake's glare would have obliterated Mure in an instant. Then again, that glare was being matched equally by Mure as well. The two glowered at each other for a second, before someone intervened.

"Hey guys, the pizza's here! Clear the tables, we've got delicious food incoming. By the way, who ordered the spaghetti? " At that very moment, Russet had opened the door, carrying five pizza boxes in one hand, and a large bottle of StrawFree in another. Meanwhile, Ren carried one tray of spaghetti in one hand, and a tray of alfredo in the other. Meanwhile, Nora carried three paper bags of garlic bread in her left hand, and a bottle of apple juice in the right. And as soon as the trio entered the room, Jaune, Pyrrha, Yang, and Orche stood up and helped to set up the large meal on the table.

"Thank goodness the pizza arrived in time, Lily was probably going to faint out of hunger," joked Russet, as he opened a box of Mistralian pizza and taking a big bite out of an olive, pineapple, pork, and onion slice. Lily decided to take a slice of a cheese pizza, opting to avoid eating any of the other pizzas that Russet had brought. After everything was set up, nearly everyone went to the table to start eating, with the exception of Weiss, who really didn't want to eat any of the food that Russet had brought, and Blake, who glared at Mure for a brief moment, before stomping towards the table to get something to eat. As soon as she turned around, Mure simply left the room, muttering under his breath about getting a fresh breath of air. Russet merely watched Mure leave with saddened eyes, and as soon as Mure exited the room, he sighed.

"Sorry about Mure, he's just... tense, you know? When the Vale Mutilator came out... well, actually, even before the Mutilator's first appearance, there were some things going on in his life that he'd rather not see the light of day. He's... got a lot of skeletons in his closet, and none of us really want to open the rusty iron door just to see what's inside. Won't be pretty, that's for sure."

Blake stared at Russet, and was heavily tempted to ask him about Mure and what he had just said, before she felt a rumble go through her stomach. Not strong enough to the point that everyone in the room could hear the sound of her stomach grumbling for food, but just enough to realize that she was on the verge of being embarrassed greatly. She decided to leave the subject at hand for a later time, and sat down with the rest of the gang to eat some pizza. While the pizza was great, there was one that she was sad about, and it was the fact that there was pretty much no tuna topped pizza anywhere in sight. Just Mistralian, pepperoni, cheese, and Valean. A saddening sight indeed.

Mountain Glenn

It placed its palm against this foreign material. It has been attempting to break through this human made object... with no success. The light... THE LIGHT. The humans, so disgusting, so annoying to the Grimm, laid just beyond this barrier. It knew that the despicable humans lived beyond this mysterious wall, the light told it that they were existent. The blinding light, pleading to it to wipe them, to rid of its master... the light that made it enraged. It turned away from the pleas, and headed towards the outer region of it's home. It felt the urge to hunt.

The Survivor climbed out of the hole that was within its home cavern. Ever since the Deviant had discovered the secondary walls of Vale, the beowolf had devoted much of it's time to breaking down the actual structure, with no success. While the beast was easily able to break through stone and wood, the metal structure was different. More powerful, more tough, more... stronger. That was a fact that this wolf could not bear, the fact that a mere object was able to withstand it's assaults. Could that material be invincible to it's powers? The beowolf shook its head, that was impossible. The Deviant was the strongest of its kind, and it would be damned if a mere object would prove superior in strength. That was not possible at all. But so far, a lot of its attempts have failed horribly, and that made the Survivor enraged. Then, the Deviant paused, obtaining an epiphany.

The mere goal of killing off the numerous Grimm that resided in this region was strengthening him, making it stronger than before. The fact that the Goliaths had made its power increase incredibly spoke volumes. Perhaps if this beowolf obliterated a lone elder Goliath... the beast smiled, and its sharp teeth grinned, as though it had come across an easy prey. A battle fit for its power. However, the problem was getting an ancient Goliath to trap and then to kill heads on. It knew that the Goliath all herded in a pack, and that scenario would have an effect on getting one Goliath difficult. Younglings were one thing, they were like Beowolves, quick to fight and uncautious. But the old ones... they knew the danger that the Survivor emitted. They knew that they had to avoid the Beast at all costs, and now it had to devise a plan to isolate the ancient and kill it by itself. No possibility of taking down the entire pack, it was not strong enough to do so. No, it needed a plan, and it began to plan, using the violent tendencies in its mind to formulate a strategy. The beast would sit there for a while, pondering on how to complete such a task.

After a long time of calculations and planning, the Deviant stood up, and started to head towards the upper cliffs of Mount Glenn. The beast had a splendid idea on how to isolate a Goliath from its pack, with a little help from the rocks themselves...

I'm not dead! I'm just covered up with midterms, college essays, exams, and... oh wait, I forgot to say. And that was the sixty seventh installment of Hotline RWBY! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, and forgive me when it comes to chapter releases. Anyways, Volume 3 is out, and I have been watching that whenever I had free time from writing this series! Don't worry, I haven't hit writer's block, its just that I have pretty much no time at all. So if the fanfic seems dead, it really isn't. I'm just bogged with college work and stuff. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and please leave your reviews. I want your feedback, it'll help me in the long run. And as always, enjoy hurting people.

-Happy Very Late Halloween!

Review Responses!

quentin3655: Good to see you again, my dear reader! Yes, I do have an idea on how Torchwick's assault on the docks will go, so don't worry, I have some plans for that certain event. Yep, I am definitely going to move slow with this series, simply so that I could actually do some world building. But anyways, I hope to read another one of your reviews!

ManwithaPlan113: Thank you for the compliment! I hope you enjoy the rest of the chapters that are to come!

UltraLord: Thanks man :D.

Terminator57: Thanks man! That's what I'm hoping to achieve with the reintroduction of the revamped team MRON, along with some other people. And to answer your questions, there are definitely some 50 Blessings members that are so fixated on the cause that they will be willing to do anything to get the job done. So far, we've seen the perspective of those somewhat willing, yet questioning, but don't worry! I'll add in a perspective of one person who's having... second thoughts. Till next time!