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Vale General Hospital

"Well, farewell, team RWBY and JNPR! Thanks for helping us guard the two survivors, and remember, be careful on the streets now, if the Vale Mutilator is back this time, we can't take any risks now." The two hunter-in-training teams nodded, and proceeded to exit the hospital heading up to the roof. The entirety of team JNPR are talking amongst each other, wondering why they were selected to help out with this single operation. It didn't really make much sense, considering the fact that there were better experienced teams that could've taken their place. This wasn't exactly the situation with Team RWBY, of course.

Yang and Ruby were currently talking with Weiss, wondering just how high Ozpin's opinion of their team was just to include them in this secret operation, while Blake followed behind them, reading a book that she happened to pack along with her. While she did appear to be at ease in front of the two teams, in reality, she was not in a good mental mood at the moment. With the knowledge that the Vale Mutilator was back in the streets once more, she was doing the best to ensure that her panic didn't rise out right now. Keep calm, keep calm, she had to keep calm. She couldn't act scared now, she was a huntress, she had a team to back her up... right?

The question was did she truly have a team that would back her up at any point? She herself doubted that, considering that no one on the team actually knew her well enough. Ruby was a young child who was still naïve about the way the world worked… but she knew about Blake's emotional wounds. She herself had helped out Blake get over some horrible nightmares once in a while, making sure that no one else on the team actually learned of her situation. However, the only thing she knew was that she had horrible nightmares, and that wasn't enough to justify her being someone that would trust her based on her White Fang background. Yang was her partner, but that was that: they were partners, friends, but not truly compatriots. And Weiss… she'll hate her. No question about it, Weiss was a Schnee, and she would hate Blake for a long time. She couldn't say anything at all, not if she wanted to keep her team together.

They then reached the roof, where the Bullhead that would have picked them up… was nowhere to be found at all. The two teams looked around the rooftop, moving from edge to edge, wondering where the Grimm their transport vehicle was. Jaune proceeded to take out his Scroll, and dialed up the pilot's number. Maybe he can explain why he wasn't there.

"Um… hello? Where's the uh, Bullhead? It's not here." There was some kind of reply that came from the Scroll, but no one else can hear. Jaune continually responded with "Yes", "Uh huh," or a simple "Oh." After two minutes of this, he finally ended the call, and placed the Scroll in his pocket.

"Yeah, uh guys… looks like the Bullhead's going to be late. Some air traffic occurred, and that prevented them from doing much at all." Everyone looked at Jaune with incredulous looks, considering the fact that the sky looked rather clear this morning. He coughed into a fist, before replying back, "But don't worry! The guy said that he was going to be here in twenty minutes at least! So we just have to wait!"

After that, everyone decided to just hang around on the roof, talk to each other, or play some games on their Scrolls. In fact, it was only ten minutes when the Bullhead arrived, landing much faster than what the pilot had told Jaune. The teams began to walk towards the transport vehicle, intent on getting to beacon and having a nice, relaxing sleep on their comfortable beds. Blake was on her way too… until something happened.

Before Blake could get on the Bullhead that was going towards Beacon, she felt a tug on the back of her shirt. She turned around quickly, only to find Lily there, grasping her shirt with both of her tiny and frail hands, with quarter shaped tears coming from her eyes.

"Blake… promise me you'll come back to meet me again?" At this sight, Blake couldn't help but smile sadly at the sight. Here she was, another surviving victim of the Vale Mutilator like poor Lily here, and she couldn't admit the truth like the other two. She was an asset to the investigation, but the fear of that monster continually plagued her mind. After all, what if she did go and tell? Then she'd be openly admitting that she was a White Fang member in the past, and that meant getting arrested, and getting betrayed by her team. She couldn't come forth at all, she was just a coward. A sniveling, pathetic coward that chose to hide in the closet instead of helping her parents.

"Sure, I can come visit you another time. I promise!" Lily grinned widely, and held out her hand, with the pinky finger out. "Pinky promise me then, Blake!"

Blake couldn't help but giggle at the view of Lily holding her right hand out with the pinky outstretched, and she ended up doing the promise with Lily. As she walked towards the Bullhead, she waved goodbye to Lily, who tearfully waved back.

Soon, the Bullhead took off, and the two teams were heading right back to Beacon. Blake looked out to the sky, and sighed, while the rest of her teammates talked to each other. She took out a novel and started to read it, disregarding whatever was written on it in the first place. Only Ruby managed to catch her sadness, and looked at Blake in worry, before turning back and talking to Yang. Over all, a home back from an uneventful moment. There didn't appear to be anything that would cause any kind of problems on the way back.

White Fang Hideout

Adam walked towards his bed, rather sleepy. It had been a long day, working and trying his best to get faunus around Vale and Atlas the rights they deserve. That wasn't happening currently, as the three leaders of the White Fang were deliberately lashing a leash on him, preventing him from doing more to actually help out for the cause. Rust had been moved to Atlas to help with logistics support at that city, while Banesaw had been sent to Vale in his place. These leaders were being too weak, trying their best to curb things from going too far. He had better, far wider plans than them. For instance, taking care of their comrades, actually assisting the faunus cause, and other things.

The entire situation was messed up, with the Vale Mutilator rising once more in Vale. He requested so many times to be sent there, but they all denied, giving the place to Banesaw. It wasn't fair. He needed to avenge Blake's parents, and all the others that were being massacred in Vale. There were no White Fang operatives that were willing to be in Vale anymore, and there was lessening support thanks to the actions of that lone operative. He gripped Wilt harder, stomping harder and harder as he moved towards his personal quarters.

He kicked the door open, and then proceeded to slam the door shut behind him, creating a large bang noise that alerted numerous guards to look at the room oddly. He sighed as he started to disrobe, and proceeded to put on his nightwear. Today had been a very frustrating day, and hopefully a nice, relaxing sleep can help alleviate that. He laid on his king-sized bed, trying his best to get his mind off of Blake and the screwed up situation. He did manage to get to sleep at a certain point. He didn't have a good night's sleep, sadly.

He woke up… well, in his room. Nothing appeared to be off, everything seemed to be in place. He got up, and decided to exit the door… only to enter another room, the same as his. Except, this time, he came out the closet door, and was facing the same bedroom, minus some furniture missing, like the bed and the chair. What?

He rubbed his eyes, and looked around. The closet was now gone, and he was stuck in a giant room, one that didn't even appear to be relevant to him anymore. In fact, it appeared to be a room filled with random assortments, posters of Atlas army recruitment drives, Hunter academy advertisements, and so on. Scattered on the walls were all of the things that the humans cherished so much, and that they used to bring down the faunus to their knees over and over again. The floor itself had several random pieces of paper scattered around, but the main focus was the person sitting in the one chair in the middle of the room.

This person was dressed in a black suit, along with a blue dress shirt. The suit had some bizarre designs on them, ranging from fire, to a giant building… to a rooster out of all things. There was also some kind of deformed mushroom on the right breast of the suit, and the person appeared to be sitting down, glaring right at Adam. It would've been normal if this person was a faunus, or a human… but this person wasn't. There was an owl head to the person, a trait that has never been seen before in Remnant.

The head of this owl was overgrown, larger than a normal owl's head… and appeared to be fused directly to the person's neck. Spread around were veins of owl flesh, digging into the flesh of what appeared to be once a normal human being. This person seemed angry, mad, filled with hatred for some reason. Whatever the reason, the eyes looked filled with some kind of danger.

"You fucking make me sick. Going around, killing people. What the fuck makes you think you're better than the sick humans out there, huh? Yelling you're doing it for the faunus cause, yet you ignore their pleas. What do you think you are, some kind of savior? You're not a hero, you're a villain!" At these accusations, Adam grit his teeth and clenched his hands. Never mind the fact that when the owl talked, the mouth appeared to open and close as if it had no hinge. Never mind the fact that he was slowly starting to smell the iron smell of blood. What was to be focused on was the fact that he was getting judged for doing the right thing here.

"What the hell would you know? As far as I can see, you're just sitting in that chair, judging me for actions I have done in the past. You obviously haven't judged me for what I plan to do!" At these remarks, Rasmus waved his hand effortlessly. He seemed bored.

"Really? All I see is a selfish pawn, just waiting for orders that will lead to no end. Tell me, don't you hear the cries of your brothers and sisters in Vale? Aren't you sick and tired of just doing nothing, laying round and waiting for orders? Don't you want to do something?" Adam opened his mouth to send back a retort, before he stopped. Everything stated hit hard and true to him. He was just waiting for orders to tell him to head to Vale to help with the bastard that killed Blake's parents. He was ignoring people's cries for assistance since he was too busy listening to the chain of command. He was always a soldier, doing what he was told, always trying to get more powerful to protect the people around him, when he ended up driving them away.

Was this what he really wanted to be? A simple soldier that just brainlessly took orders, and did everything with objection? Was this who he truly was, a simpleton not even worth the role of leader or as a statement of power? This could not be. He was Adam Taurus, a man who had been broken years ago, and he wasn't going to let the past rule him. No. He would use the past to become stronger, and get the role he needed. That was when he heard some slow clapping, and snapped out of his thoughts to see where the source came from.

"Truly, the smartest person in the world," said the man sitting in front of him, clapping his hands in a slow, lazy motion. "You ought to go right ahead and take over the position of your superior, if you're going with that train of thought. May just get somewhere!"

Adam started to think, and proceeded to sit down on the chair be- wait. When did he get a chair all of a sudden? He glared right at the strange owl person, who shrugged back at him. He smelled something off in the air, something wrong. Probably nothing to worry about.

The owl faunus WAS right. Why was he just waiting for the time for him to get ordered? Why wasn't he the one giving out orders and obtaining the higher power of the White Fang? He was more powerful than the one giving him the orders, who could easily take over. It was possible, and he should do such a thing. After all, he was planning to do the best for the faunus, and he himself knew how to benefit the faunus cause much more.

"Wow. You actually thought about that. I was just joking, but apparently you're serious about it." Adam stared right at the man who stated this, who had his head in his hand now. He was leaning onto his hand, and his eyes looked absolutely dead. True, he appeared to be bored, but his eyes did not convey that emotion at all. Rather, they conveyed the sense that the person wasn't even alive. That was all that was being given off at the moment.

"Well. First person to take my advice seriously, huh? Guess you might not be a lost cause after all…" With each word that came from the bird man, the stench of iron began to grow stronger. With each syllable, the room began to grow a bit darker, until soon, the room appeared to be somewhat more difficult to see through, even with his faunus vision. It was disorientating, odd, and scary at the same time. Never before had Adam been faced with the prospect of not being able to see through the dark with his vision at all. He was familiar with the concept of darkness, which came from closing or covering his eyes, but the idea of looking through a normal and familiar darkness and not being able to see through it at all somewhat weirded him out.

"Time for introductions. No need to introduce yourself, Adam Taurus, but I should allow you to know who I am at least. I am Rasmus, a person amongst a trio. If you just follow my instructions, I can assure you we'll get along nicely." The entire room slowly became darker and darker, until soon, all that Adam could see was darkness. He tried to move, but discovered, to his horror, that he was completely paralyzed head to toe. The aroma of blood was overpowering now, and it was all that he could smell at the moment. Then he heard Rasmus speak once more.

"Now, Mr. Taurus… I think we can have the best kind of relationship from this."

White Fang HQ, Adam's Bedroom

Adam got up from his bed with a large gasp, quickly grabbing Wilt and Bloom and unsheathing it, while looking around the room, panting. This went on for a few minutes, until he was able to discern that what had just occurred was a dream. He sighed in relief, and went to sit on his bed, where he noted that he was bathed in a cold sweat. There were goosebumps all over his skin, and he still couldn't stop shivering. This was the first time that his senses were fucked with, and he was still recovering from that moment. He decided to take a shower before he changed, since he was doused in his own sweat.

During his shower, he started to think long and hard about that nightmare. That 'Rasmus' was right in a way, that he was wasting his potential as a soldier instead of a leader. He knew he was stronger than the current leader, he continually beat him in the several sparring matches they had between each other. He knew how to lead and make decisions swiftly and decisively, as he was helping out the current leader in making those kinds of calls. He was the right hand, from what he was told, but he acted more like the unwilling assistant, helping his superior out with every single problem that seemed to arise. He was the leader, he had more charisma… why then, wasn't he in control? Something had to be done, fast. Otherwise… his chance to make things right will be gone. And he couldn't allow something like that to happen any longer.

After he had changed and geared up Wilt and Bloom, he kicked open the door of his bedroom, and proceeded to stomp towards his superior's office. None of the guards appeared to want to confront him, and rather, they tended to avoid him, due to his outright angry attitude, and the fact that he had his weapon in a stance where he was more than ready to start slicing.

As soon as he entered the leader's office doors, he opened them up quickly, and closed them behind them with a bang. He glared right at the person that he wanted to talk to, who so happened to be sitting right directly across Adam. "Abram Violet, we need to talk. Now."

Abram, one of the three leaders of the White Fang, was dressed in a rather neat red suit, one that had blue floral designs decked around the sides, resembling that of a blossoming lily. He had black pants and black shoes on, and he was a deer faunus, which was easily noticeable with his antlers. Another aspect was the mask he wore, which appeared to only cover the upper portion of his face. It was in the form of a Bola Grimm, with the entirety of the mask showing off the upper teeth of the Grimm, along with the tear design that was noticeable on the Grimm itself. He appeared to be surprised by Adam's intrusion, as he slid his chair back and looked right at Adam with the hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Adam! What is it that you have to intrude into my office so rudely? You could've knocked!" Adam made no response, and instead, drew Wilt from his sheath… which seemed to be quite warm to his hand. It felt comfortable, more comfortable than before, as if there was a second hand guiding him. He blinked at this, and saw Rasmus right in front of him, standing right next to Abram, with a savage grin. He had one single hand laid on his superior, and was staring at Adam with those eyes.

"Do it. Achieve your goal now, do not let any feeling stop you. It is the only way!" Rasmus shouted, and Adam glared at the person that was responsible for all of the horrible activities in Vale, for the entire laziness when approaching the entirety of the suffering faunus in Vale: Abram. The bastard needed to die, so that he could replace him in office and finally assist those in Vale. Turns out that he trusted Adam a lot, considering the fact that his eyes went wide, which gave him the appearance of a deer stuck in headlights… funny, since he was a deer faunus.

"Adam! What are you doing! Stop this, it isn't funny!" Adam merely grabbed Abram by the collar and smashed his face right onto the desk, breaking the mask in the process, and lifted him up, where he appeared to be unharmed, but they both knew better. That one strike had somehow managed to sap all of Abram's aura in one go, which should have been impossible. Abram may have been a bad leader and tactician, but he made up for that in battle. His aura was far more powerful than Adam's and was noticeably one of the greatest in the entire White Fang, being able to absolutely tank damage after damage without any sign of harm. This single blow stunned Abram, and for once in his life, he appeared scared and shocked.

"Adam… please, don't do this. We were supposed to be working together, why are you doing this! It isn't right! What is your plan with this!" Abram was panicking, as he always did. Useless in the wide scheme of the world, with the machinations of progress churning… he had to die now for the White Fang to progress. He had to do this. He had to avenge Blake's parents, he had to say sorry to Blake and all the other faunus that were killed, he had to do this.

"Do it Adam! For once in your goddamn life, don't be a remorseful bastard! Do it now!" With that, Adam glared right at Abram's eyes, right before he pierced his chest with Wilt. The blade went directly through his body, and protruded from his back, where blood began to seep from the exit holes. Abram gasped, and started clawing at the katana, in an attempt to drive it out. He seemed saddened, shocked, betrayed… the sight filled Adam with dread and pain. But it had to be done.

"I'm sorry Abram… but it had to be done. For the faunus. I'll take care of the White Fang in your place. I just needed to succeed you." As soon as he said those words, Adam withdrew the sword in an instant, and quickly stepped back from the spray of blood that spouted from the holes in Abram's body. Abram fell backwards, and slid down to the ground, leaving behind a trail of blood as he went down. Two White Fang guards came into the room, weapons at ready, before they witnessed the scene of Adam whipping his katana back, letting all the blood fly off the blade, and sheathing it. They stared at him, utterly shocked and confused why this had happened, right before he turned to them.

"Let it be known throughout the base that Abram is dead. I will not deny that I am responsible for killing him, but let it be known that it had to be done. He was too busy ignoring the pleas and cries of help from our brethren in Vale, so I was forced to try to persuade him. He ignored me, and so I was forced to commit this act. Let it be announced throughout the base that we are going to now focus more support on Vale in order to save our kind… and to bring down the monster that has been massacring them once and for all. Understood?" At those words, the White Fang guards nodded excitedly, and ran off to inform the others, Adam stood there, before closing the door, and sliding down to a sitting position as he did so. He took off his mask and tossed it to the right, and stared long and hard at Abram's still warm body. Rasmus was there too, and he was sitting right next to him this time.

"It's just as I thought, you're no fucking worse than him," spat Rasmus, with an obvious tone of absolute hatred, disgust, and annoyance. The smell of blood was strong now, but it was not because of the blood pooling from his former mentor, friend, and leader. It wasn't because of that, it was because Rasmus was emanating the smell of blood, copper, iron, and other kinds of smells that would be associated with battle and death.

"But at least you can listen, unlike him. That's a good start… still doesn't make you a good person in the end. We're all damned one way or another, no matter who we are. Trust me on that." Adam merely nodded to Rasmus' response, and started to stand up, before preparing himself for the imminent announcement that would come with such an event. He knew that the other White Fang members were too weak to try to challenge his position, but he had to ingrain the idea of disabling any form of rebellion into their heads early. If he did not, they might decide to go up against him and cause some serious damage to his plans. He could not let something bad happen to him when his dreams and hopes were right in front of him. No, all he could was to try to mitigate the damage and hopefully move along with Cinder's plan. That was the only hope of fixing that could be done in this scenario.

With that thought, he got up, grabbed his mask, and exited the room, looking back once more at the body of Abram, which was still leaking blood out. He couldn't help but feel a large amount of remorse, regret, and sorrow for the death. The man that saved him from the streets when the humans decided to riot… the man who taught him how to wield Wilt and Bloom from a young age, the person that assisted him for so long throughout the years... was killed by a person he was so happy to call his adoptive son. Adam couldn't help but brush away several tears that had arisen at his eyes, and turned away violently to march towards the stage. He needed to put a face of a person that was strong… he couldn't be like this. This form of sorrow… it was weak. He had to be strong. Stronger than the Vale Mutilator.

[UNKNOWN]

Richard stared long and hard at Geier, who was currently monitoring the Fan's presence. He had so many questions, so much time, but what was the point of intruding onto his little game? He can let the man work, after all, his own universe he was working with… well, and there were some connections with the true origins of that area. However, Richard himself had his own questions, such as how this person had managed to discover such a world, and why… nevertheless, there was no need to worry. The God of this "Remnant" was dead, which allowed him, Ecru, and the now reborn Don Juan and Rasmus to take their places in this little conflict ridden world.

So many discrepancies from the true norm, so many mistakes that have occurred. Well, one example would be the fact that Adam, the true leader in the true universe, was actually simply a lieutenant to the current leader of the White Fang, including the fact that there were some more troops and lieutenants in the White Fang than previously. Another fact was that Cinder recruited Emerald early… far too early, for that matter. One, Emerald was still a vagrant, someone with no weapon, and had not achieved their semblance yet. Another problem was the events of Mercury Black. Instead of waiting for the battle to be over, they intervened, and took the young Mercury under their wing. Another problem lied with the fact that Cinder had somehow obtained the power from the maiden way earlier, and her entire history… well, it was changed from the norm.

So many differences, yet he wasn't going to alert them to Geier now. No, if they had found one thing, it was that gods and entities can be revived, although they could not do the same for the god Oum. He was gone from this plane, and only his spirit remained, which was being controlled and manipulated by two other lesser gods, attempting to do what is right. However, they were too inexperienced, not enough power as Oum the Mighty had. They were doing their best, but sadly, not able to truly recognize the power they had in their hands. They could not spot the numerous worlds being created from this one spark, the many problems and the numerous mistakes formed in the process. No matter, at least it allowed the others to finally live.

However, this world was truly bizarre, and interesting. So many different possibilities, all forming from lesser gods that have decided to intrude upon the realm of freedom and crafting. Everyone manipulating the past, the future, the entire world, all to suit their view of what their ideal creation would look like. Some that made the entire possibility and continuum fit, such as that one world where a simple child became a feared name in the White Fang, while others did not succeed as much. It wasn't a matter of opinion, it was the fact the worlds soon died and dissipated into dust, and oh, how horrific a death it was. To watch everything around you slowly fade away to dust and nothingness, to watch even things that were unthinkable die. Why, he even felt sorry for Cinder when she witnessed the destruction of the world around her. It was… truly a traumatizing event.

That was why he was so determined to make sure that Geier finished what he started, and to ensure that he went through with it all the way. He didn't want that to happen to the Fans, that was a fate worse than death itself. No matter how traumatic an end this universe had, he wanted to see it through. After all… that was what happened to Miami, did it not? He had an obligation to see the events through, no matter what the ending was.

And that was the sixty ninth chapter of Hotline RWBY: Requiem for the fans! I have begun to start doing personal review responses, since it takes far too long to write the chapters, and I don't want you guys to wait for my replies. Anyways, hope you enjoyed, and if you did, please help spread the fanfic around! And as always, enjoy hurting people!

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Terminator57: I'm afraid that Blake was the child that survived Tony's massacre, Lily actually survived Ecru's rampage. I intend to do some world-building remarking the Grimm as well, which is why I included that portion in. And yes, I do plan to buff the Fans sooner or later, but they need to realize that they aren't exactly the strong motherfuckers they believe they are first. They need to be taught a lesson, and one will be delivered sometime soon. And I am hoping for a good year, since I am really determined to keep this fanfic alive and aiming to finish it.